DOG DAYS OF THUNDER - 2020 RESULTS

[Melinda Rhodes]

CROWN COLISEUM
FAYETTEVILLE, NC
9/13/2020
BELL TIME 7PM EST

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INTRO

"God of Thunder" sounds over the P/A system as rows of pyro explode from the stage in harmony to the music's drum beats. When the smoke clears, out steps Jenny Beck, wearing black and white face paint in the style of Gene Simmons, her hair died black. She gives the crowd devil horns while headbanging to the beat, then heads down to ringside, slapping the hands of fans along the way. Sliding into the ring, she gets to her feet and screams.

Jenny Beck: DOG...DAYS...OF...TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHUUUNNNNDDDDDDAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!! FAYETTEVILLE, NORTH CAROOOOLINAAAAA!!!! LIGHTNING IS CRACKING!!! THE GROUND IS SUNDERED!!! CAN YOU FEEL THE RUMBLE OF THE THUNDER IN YOUR MIND, HEART, BODY, AND SSSSOOOOOUUUUULLL??!!!

CROWD: FUCK YEAH!!!! SRW! SRW! SRW!!!

Jenny Beck: FUCK YES INDEED!!! THE LIGHTS ARE HOT! THE HAMMER IS COCKED! PULL THE TRIGGER! BOYS AT THE TABLE, YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO!!!!

We pan over to Joe Koss and Mike Spazz at the commentary table.

Spazz: KISS IS THE MOTHERFUCKING BOMB!!! *Headbanging to the song with raised devil horns along with a few members of the crowd behind him.*

Koss: Indeed they are! Welcome folks to SRW's Dog Days of Thunder! I'm Joe Koss alongside my hetero life-mate, Mike Spazz and this show is packed with the best and brightest of Southern Rebellion Wrestling!

Spazz: All belts on the line! Hardcore Hell matches galore!

Koss: There's alot of questions on this card and I think tonight, we're going to answer them all!

Spazz: Fuck yeah, Lunchbox! Let's get it ON!!!

SEGMENT

The scene opens up backstage from the sold out Crown Center, in Fayetteville, NC. The camera spots the Queen B Bianca Davis-LeBlanc the fans of course greet this to loud boos as she takes a look at herself in a giant mirror behind her is someone else a smaller man who a black suit on. As she takes the time to pose for the camera we can see she is dressed in a bright pink dress, black high heel pumps, As she says in a smug tone.

Bianca Davis-LeBlanc: Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the prettiest, most beautiful woman of them all? I know trick questions, that's me of course. But you know what this outfit is missing Simon?

The Queen B says looking back at him as he stammers a bit before slowly.

Simon: I don’t know Queen B, what is it missing?

Bianca rolls her eyes but lets out a small chuckle.

Bianca Davis-LeBlanc: Thats cute you really don’t know do you? Give it another guess.

Simon again stamers as Queen B taps her foot impatient waiting for the right answer. As she keeps a hand on her hip her glance cuts a hole through the nervous man. As the man soon begins to speak.

Simon: Your handbag?

Bianca's eyes roll as she lets out a sarcastic laugh.

Bianca Davis-LeBlanc: Ugh no my handbag is right next to us. Ugh okay then again I don’t hire you to think Simon. It’s not why I took you out of your simple backwater to give you a job with me. But what we are missing here is the Ascendant title right now its the hands of that nasty drunk bar rat Ugloo. Like can you belive the nerve of her saying those things about me on twitter?

Bianca rolls her eyes disgusted as she counties on her rant.

Bianca Davis-LeBlanc: Like really? I am stupid yet she sits their and repeates every thing every other hashtag basic even says? Like whose the clone now?...

Soon a knock can be heard as Bianca shoots a death glare at Simon as she says in a bitchy tone.

Bianca Davis-LeBlanc: Ugh like answer the door if they are fans turn them away I am not trying to catch any of their germs.

Bianca says as she rolls her eyes returning her gaze back to her mirror as she fluffs her hair smugly. As she is making sure she looks perfect then before she begin to blow herself a kiss she is interrupted by Monty Proust. Who stands their looking nervous as Simon says

Simon: Queen B I am sorry he said he works here but….

Bianca Davis-LeBlanc: Ugh now this whole locker room is contaminated ugh! Now get me a water all this making me thirsty and not one of those cheap domestic products like I am not one of these basics.

Simon leaves as Bianca gives a glare to Monty as he begins to speak.

Monty Proust: Excuse me Bianca…

Bianca Davis-LeBlanc: Um you don’t get to addres me that way its either Mrs. LeBlanc or Queen B to the likes of you.

Bianca says glaring a hole through the interview who had barged into her locker room.

Mony Proust: Okay I am sorry Mrs. LeBlanc but I have a few questions involving your tables match tonight for the Ascendant title. You take on a woman who has a victory over the current Queen of the South Champion Samantha Tolson-Anderson. Another woman who you have history with…

Bianca rudley holds her hand up as she begins to speak in her snobbish smug tone.

Bianca Davis-LeBlanc: Shut up Marvin.

Monty Proust: Its Monty…

Bianca Davis-LeBlanc: No one cares, anyway Ugloo has had some impressive victories and she is the SRW Ascendant Champion. But, tonight that will all be ending you see Melinda can once again try and stack the odds putting me in this barbaric disgusting match. A match that surley favors a drunk fugly disgusting degenerate like Ugloo Williams. And honestly that title needs a new champion, one who is fashionable, glamorous, beautiful, intelligent and talented like myself. It needs to be in the position of the Queen B.

Bianca smirks proudly as she looks down in disgust at Monty, who is obviously bristling with anger and irritation at this point, but manages to maintain his professional veneer.

Monty Proust: Well Halo has proven herself to be a tough competitor plus many are saying she has the advantage here. What would you say is your plan? *under his breath & away from the mic* ...daft twat...

Bianca lets out a catty laugh at the expense of the question. As the Malibu native rolls her eyes in disgust.

Bianca Davis-LeBlanc: Ugh again were you not paying attention yes teh disgusting drunk Ugloo has the advantage in this. But, let me break this down for you, and the basics watching this tonight. This might be your environment, but I am gonna prove that at teh end of teh day its the smartest person who walks out champion. And that woman is me I am the msot cunning woman in SRW. My legacy proves this true. You might all hate me for it but thats because you ain’t me. And come tonight I am gonna give Melinda and everyone else more reason to hate me as I add yet another title to my legacy here in SRW and rescue the Ascendant title.

Simon soon appears with a bottle of water as she takes taking a sip but she spits it out disgusted she dumps the rest on his head.

Bianca Davis-LeBlanc: Ugh what did I tell you that was domestic I am not a farm animal. Marvin this interview is over now get out like tonight I am gonna take this all out on Ugloo and give her the make over she so needs. Now if you excuse me.

Monty begins to make his way clearly being shown the door by the Queen B. However, after he leaves the door and before the camera leaves a notification soon appears Bianca takes a look at it and smirks evilly pleased with what shes seeing as she sees the camera still their and she puts her hand over it as the scene then fades to black.

Koss: Bianca is making some pretty bold claims here, but if history serves us right, I see Halo walking out with the belt yet again tonight.

Spazz: If she does, I'm throwing a riot!!!!

Koss: I doubt highly you'll be alone in that effort, Spazz-O!

SEGMENT

The scene begins backstage in the catering area where we see Shelby Dawson sitting next to her older sister Scarlet Styles. Both women have plates in front of them with a variety of fruits on the plates. After each take multiple bites they then look at each other.

Shelby Dawson: You know this food is very refreshing. I like all the variety.

Scarlet Styles: It’s not bad but what’s more important is you get something in your stomach before your big match against Cherry Deville. Of course nothing to major so this variety of fruit is perfect.

Shelby Dawson: Yeah I liked all of it except the cherries to be honest.

Scarlet Styles: Did my sister just make a joke?

Shelby Dawson: I believe I did yes.

Scarlet laughs a little as does Shelby as they then both suddenly notice the cameras now around both of them.

Shelby Dawson: What the?

Scarlet Styles: Oh you will get used to that it’s just a part of this business. The camera crews get paid to obviously record stuff.

Shelby Dawson: Well I hope they record my good side. Especially when I get in the ring against Miss Cherry Deville.

Scarlet Styles: Shelby sometimes I think you are crazy both sides of you are as you put it good and I know Chris thinks the same as me.

Shelby Dawson: Well Chris does have good taste he knows a winner when he sees one hence why he took a chance on a woman like me.

Scarlet eats a little more of her fruit then looks at her sister once more.

Scarlet Styles: Alright so how are you feeling? Your nerves okay?

Shelby Dawson: I’m feeling better then I did my first match. After winning my first match two weeks ago I think it helped boost my confidence. But, I think no matter what that whenever I step into that ring there is always going to be a little bit of nerves. I mean did it ever completely go away for you Scar?

Scarlet Styles: No, it never did and a little bit of nerves is not a bad thing. Honestly it keeps you grounded and helps with not underestimating your opponent which in this case I suggest you don’t with Cherry Deville. She might be a pinup model but she has more wrestling experience then you do at this point.

Shelby smiles and looks down at her sister's stomach.

Shelby Dawson: I have no plans of underestimating Cherry and I plan to go into my match as prepared as possible. So speaking of being prepared do you feel like you are prepared to be a Mom?

Scarlet Styles: Right now it’s more excited and nervous I don’t think it’s possible to ever be fully prepared. I think every soon to be parent gets as ready as they can be but I don’t think they ever totally and completely prepared.

Shelby Dawson: I believe wholeheartedly that you will make a great mom just like you were a great wrestler Scar.

Scarlet finishes her plate and then stands up smiling at her Sister.

Scarlet Styles: Thanks Shelby for those comments but tonight is not about me it’s about you going out there and winning that match. So how about you get up and we go find the little gym I saw back around here.

Shelby Dawson: Great I can work on a few last minute things with you then.

Scarlet Styles: Exactly let’s go do that.

With that said Shelby gets up and follows Scarlet out of catering and down the hall.

Koss: And that match is coming up NEXT!

Spazz: Shel-Be-So-FINE!!!!

Koss: She's married!

Spazz: A RING IS A RING AND MARRIAGE IS A PIECE OF PAPER, LUNCHBOX!!!

Koss: Jesse Styles is going to kick your ass!

SEGMENT

The cameras cut to the backstage near the very far back part of the backstage at this arena where an entrance door and an exit door are seen. Then three men with black t-shirts and black dress pants are seen. Their shirts read SRW Security all three of them are circled around none other than Jesse and Chris Styles. 

Security Steve: Guys I just don’t think it’s a good idea. 

Chris Styles: What do you mean you don’t think it’s a good idea? 

Security Steve: Pretty much just what you repeated back to me. 

Chris Styles: Did you just mock me? 

Security Steve: No… I did not just mock you. 

Chris Styles: HEY! I got a big title match coming up, don't push my buttons mister. 

Chris gets up in Steve’s face pointing his finger into the chest of Steve. Jesse who has a grin on his face seemingly enjoying himself finally gets closer and steps between his brother and Steve. 

Jesse Styles: Alright enough of this. I mean it was entertaining for a minute but first Steve you are going to follow us outside to where all those fans are surrounded by the guard rails. Second, Chris you need to chill out and remember it’s we who have a title match not just you. 

Security Steve: Jesse I can’t promise your safety if they charge over the guard rails again there is only three of us. 

Chris Styles: Also I know it’s we who have a title shot damn it! I am just psyched up for this tonight. It’s my first chance at gold and even if it’s the tag titles I really want them like words can’t describe how bad. 

Jesse Styles: Awesome Chris and I wanna win them to and damn it we will. Now Steve my brother and I can handle ourselves. We just think the three of you should be there to flash your fancy security t-shirts alright? 

Chris Styles: Yeah damn it Steve we just want to take a bit of a survey is all. 

Security Steve: Sigh… Alright fine let’s go guys. 

Jesse Styles: That’s the spirit. 

Chris Styles: Fist bump Steve? 

Security member Steve fist bumps Chris kind of giving off an annoyed look but does it anyways and then the three security members including Steve head out the exit door as Jesse and Chris follow. Once outside the fans go nuts at the site of Chris and Jesse standing there among them. 

Chris Styles: Whoa! You all love us and we love you! 

Jesse Styles: Well most of you… 

Jesse noticed a few select fans amongst the crowd wearing different types of shirts. For example one fan has a House of Dix t-shirt on, another has a Wildside t-shirt and one other fan has a SMC t-shirt on. 

Chris Styles: Alright fans my brother and I need to have an idea who are the fan favorites here tonight regarding our tag team title match. 

Jesse Styles: Yeah it’s a huge match for us with multiple teams but we are curious who here in FAYETTEVILLE, North Carolina are rooting for. 

Chris Styles: But first I need to know who you Steve are rooting for in our upcoming tag titles match here tonight. 

Jesse Styles: Wait what? Why? 

Chris looks over at Steve who rubs his temples like he has a headache. 

Chris Styles: Just because I want to know. 

Jesse Styles: Alright… Well Steve who would you place your money on? 

Security Steve: Uh… I would honestly place my money on House of Dix. 

Jesse/Chris: WHAT? 

Both of the Styles brothers kind of yelled the same response at the same time and a good amount of the fans booed at what Steve said. 

Jesse Styles: You realize we beat that team two weeks ago right? 

Chris Styles: You also realize I beat one half of that team just last week right? 

Security Steve: Hey guys you asked for my opinion so I gave it. 

Steve shrugs as Jesse and Chris look at each other shaking their heads. 

Chris Styles: He just really bummed me out bro… 

Jesse Styles: Ah screw him he’s just a security member. Here this should get your mind back on track. ALRIGHT GUYS WHO IS GOING TO WIN THE TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH TONIGHT? 

Suddenly from a good amount of the fans a chant breaks out. 

STYLES!!!! 

STYLES!!! 

STYLES!!! 

Chris Styles: You know I do feel a lot better now. 

Jesse Styles: Now let’s go back inside and get ready to do whatever in the hell we have to so that we make sure we leave that match tonight SRW Tag Team Champions. 

Chris Styles: DAMN RIGHT! And, screw you Steve. 

A chant from the fans breaks out as Jesse and Chris both head back inside. 

Screw you Steve!!!! 

Screw you Steve!!!!

Spazz: YEAAAH! FUCK STEVE!!!

Koss: Poor Steve always gets the brunt of it, doesn't he?

-TRENT MITCHELL-VS-BRUTUS H.-

The two circle each other, each with an identical look of determination as the bell rings. Forge Mitchell stops suddenly, holding out his hand, looking for the classic Greco-Roman knuckle lock. Brutus grins and immediately obliges. The crowd pops when the two monsters immediately attempt to power each other down, their strength nearly matched before Forge jerks Brutus forward, breaks his grip and lashes out with a boot to the midsection. He catches Hart in a side headlock and then sends him off to the ropes. Brutus tries to reverse the momentum, looking for a telegraphed lariat but Forge sidesteps, catches him up and slams him right back down with a military press drop. He reaches down to grab a handful of wet hair and Brutus explodes, rushing at Forge and pounding him back into the corner with a few closed fist shots. Forge battles back and locks his arms around Brutus, crushing his ribs with a powerful bear hug before turning it into a flapjack slam. Brutus springs back to his feet, right into Forge's clutches and The Martyr Machine locks his hands around the waist of Hart only for Brutus to catch him with an elbow to the sternum.

He tries to scramble away but Mitchell nails him with a lunging headbutt and then when he staggers back, catches him in a standing sleeper hold. Hart flails but Forge sweeps his legs out, taking him down and the back of Hart's head hits the second and bottom turnbuckles on the way down. He's dazed, not really moving as Forge crouches, waiting for Brutus to get back up. As soon as he makes it to his feet, Forge charges in with a spear, but this time Brutus saves himself by diving aside. Forge hits the corner but he's got enough presence of mind to turn around and lash out with a palm strike that catches Brutus right in the neck! The Beast of the Barrier Reef staggers back, gasping for air and Mitchell whips him into the ropes, snatching him up on the return with an arm across the chest. The crowd holds their breath, knowing what's coming next as he spins Brutus around – TWISTED STEEL! Brutus Hart's back bounces off Mitchell's knee and he crumbles to the canvas in agony and a desperate need to find oxygen. Forge Mitchell hooks the leg and gets the 1-2-3!!

WINNER: TRENT "FORGE" MITCHELL BY PINFALL!!!

Spazz: Forge done fucked that bad boy UUUUP!

Koss: Brutus really did not go into this match right at all! It seemed like Trent Mitch had nis number from the word go.

Spazz: No lie, he strikes me as a pretty scary motherfucker. Can't wait to see what he does next.

SEGMENT

The camera opens backstage to find Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and Jackie “Bandit” Layton standing in full Shieldmaidens regalia, both looking ready for a fight.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So here we go again with us, H.O.D. and Wildside…

She pauses and turns to her partner.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: That almost makes it sound like we’re going to a New York Hardcore/Metal concert, doesn’t it?

Bullet ponders this for a second and then nods.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No matter which way you say House and Dixon’s team name, yes…

She nods again.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Yes it does. H.O.D. and House of Dix does sound like it should be a badass hardcore band that makes whole albums telling people how to say fuck off to the man!

Bandit ‘s eyes flash.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Sounds like it’d be right up my alley!

Bullet smirks playfully.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Especially if their lyrics sounded like they came off of CNN!

Bandit shoots her partner a dirty look.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I don’t watch it THAT much…

Bullet crosses her arms, just returning the look to Bandit.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You and Ange don’t let me watch that much anymore, especially not with Turbo, Taza and Killer in the house. Besides, the dogs get antsy if it’s on for more than an hour at a time unless you take them outside to play!

Bullet can’t help but laugh.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You add Wildside, which I think was actually a metal band name in the 80’s and Riot, which was also a metal band name and they just need to call Chris and Jesse Stylez Clash or something to make it a complete concert line-up.

Bandit frowns as if she just smelled something horrid.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: That’d be a terrible name, it sounds way too hair metal, especially if you really put the Zed on the end. They can just stay the Styles brothers and it works just as well.

Bullet nods her agreement.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No matter what, we need to go to that ring and prove we are the name that should be headlining this. We are the big beats, we are the Riot!

Bandit nods.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Now… let’s play…

Spazz: HEEY HEEEYYY! COME OUT AND PLAY! *hums the riffs to Offspring's "Keep 'em Separated"

Koss: That match will be coming up in a bit but first, Chelsea Winston vs Jennifer Williams!!!

-CHELSEA WINSTON-VS-JENNIFER WILLIAMS-

The match begins with a blistering offense from Chelsea on Jennifer right out of the gate. Running strikes, one after the other, send Jennifer down each time she tries to get up, but on the final running forearm, Jennifer catches the arm and whips Chelsea to the canvas with a hip-toss! Chelsea rolls to her feet and rushes right back in to eat a second Hip Toss! Back on her feet, she fires off a dropkick but Jennifer side steps. Chelsea lands and gets to her feet just as Jennifer hits the ropes and rebounds with a STEP UP ENZIGURI! Down goes Chelsea who rolls under the ropes. She pulls her self up with the ropes, standing on the apron and sees Jennifer running straight for her! Chelsea ducks forward with a shoulder ram, but Jennifer goes flying over her, hooking both arms around her waist and flipping forward. Landing on her feet, Jennifer hoists Chelsea up on her shoulders and goes straight for the Spanish Announce Table! At the last second, Chelsea turns a powerbomb into an improvised HURRICANRANA THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! Chelsea then pops to her feet with a woop, leaps onto the apron and follows up with a springboard Asai Moonsault on top of Jennifer's body for added insult and injury! Gathering her up, she slings her back into the ring, then slides in after her. Williams gets to her feet, stumbling a bit as Chelsea hops onto the second rope with a springboard body splash but she's caught with SWEET DREAMS IN MID AIR! Jennifer makes the cover but gets a two count! Both are on their feet again and now they slug it out, trading blows but slowly, the roughneck Queen of the Outback wins the exchange, catching Jennifer with a boot to the gut and SPINNING KICK TO THE FACE!!! Down goes Jennifer! Chelsea quickly locks on THE PREDATOR LOCK and Jennifer is forced to tap out!!

WINNER: CHELSEA WINSTON BY TAP OUT!!!

Spazz: TAP OR SNAP FOOL!!!

Koss: It's a choke hold, I doubt very much that Chelsea would've snapped Jennifer's neck.

Spazz: You don't know that! 

SEGMENT

The camera finds “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing in the backstage area in full Shieldmaidens regalia.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: So…

She nods, her right hand remaining down as if gripping something off camera.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: A fuckin’ cage wit weapons an’ five paeple I kin bae doin’ whotevea I fael tae?

A smile comes across her face.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Sign me up!

Lights of joy dance in her eyes as she nods excitedly to the camera.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Jerry Watts, Aurora Zambrotta, Faye Lange, Christina Zdunich, Brittany Williams…

Her left hand rises up and counts off people on the list.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tree people tha dinna have business baein’ in a match like this, a pair o’ us tha love dis shite an’ th’ champion….

Her index finger shoots up and causes ehr to pause herself.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I take tha back, Aurora’s a big girl an’ has business baein’ anywhere she bae wanton’ tae bae. It’s jess Christina an’ her mini me B-Brat tha dinna belong in dis match an’ I know whot Christina is gonna bae sayin’...

She nods, almost dismissively.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye baetin’ me fer dis belt bae a fluke Christina an’ ye proved it when Jerry kicked yer ass fer it quick an’ proper! Ye an’ yer daughter dinna belong then an’ ye dinna belong now! Does B-Brat actually do ennithin or does she jess annoy people on th’ rare occasions she bothers tae open her Halo holster?

She shakes her head in disgust.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha girl should have baen a big star an’ this should bae baenaeth her an’ yet, haer she bae… an jess takin’ up space! She bae in th’ ring wit me, wit Aurora, wit Faye, wit Jerry, tings will go very poorly fer her! Hell, it might even go bad wit ye since ye actually saem tae try…

She shrugs.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Some…

Nodding she picks up her blackthorne shillelagh.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Blackie an’ bae comin’ tae play… an ye all better bae ready tae pat th’ prive because if yer kinna pay tha price…

She raises “Blackie” up to the camera like a baseball bat.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Blackie bae ready tae make ye pay anyway...

Koss: Psycho is taking the "Walk softly and carry a big stick" methodology going into this match!

Spazz: Fuck walking softly, she's like boots made for stomping while carrying a big ass stick!!!

HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
6-WAY  5-WAY WEAPONS CAGE  MATCH
-JERRY WATTS (C)-VS-FAYE LANGE-VS-AURORA ZAMBROTTA-VS-BRITTANY WILLIAMS-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-

The bell sounds and Brittany promptly grabs a kendo stick off the wall and brains Faye with it. Psycho grabs another just like it and cracks Watts in the mouth with it. Faye and Watts stagger and Brittany and Psycho crack them both a second time with their respective sticks. Faye goes down to her knees and Brittany nails her across the back of the head. Aurora grabs a chair off the wall and comes over towards Psycho and Watts. Psycho steps back, looking for the perfect wind-up and Aurora smashes Watts in the back with the chair. Watts staggers forward and Psycho cracks him across the gut with her kendo stick. Watts doubles over and Aurora blasts him in the back with the chair. Watts goes down face first to the mat. Brittany moves in behind Aurora, Psycho moving in to the front and they crack Aurora simultaneously with their sticks. Aurora drops the chair, crying out in pain. Brittany breaks her stick across Aurora’s back, drawing blood as she does so. Aurora staggers forward, blood trickling down her back and Psycho breaks her stick across Aurora’s face, taking her right in the mouth. Aurora goes down, bleeding from the mouth now as well.

Psycho and Brittany stare at each other, the last two standing for the moment, each clutching the remnants of a now shattered kendo stick. They both drop what’s left of their kendo sticks and look to the walls and the ceiling again. Brittany grabs a lacrosse stick from the wall while Psychop finds her beloved blackthorn shillelagh, “Blackie,” hanging from the chain nearest the corner by the door. The two walk towards each other, each brandishing their stick like a baseball bat. They start swinging as if using broadswords and begin dueling each other. Brittany makes the first move and Psycho parries. Psycho tries to spin into another shot but Brittany parries in kind. The two dance and move, each moving like a master knight that has fought like this a million times before. As they continue their dance, Watts staggers to his feet and grabs the chair Aurora had dropped earlier. Faye pulls herself to her feet as well. Watts blasts Brittany in the back, knocking the smaller woman to her knees. As he steps back, Faye runs over and gives him a shining wizard knee strike to the chair that smashes the steel back into his face. Psycho steps back and Aurora gives her a running avalanche splash that smashes Psycho into the cage wall.

Watts starts to sit up, the chair still in his hands, blood trickling down his face from the impact with the steel. Aurora runs over and splashes him with the chair laying across his chest. She rolls off clutching at her own chest while Watts releases his grip to clutch at his now impacted area as well. Faye grabs the chair and blasts Aurora and then Watts across the chest. Brittany staggers to her feet and Aurora rolls away. Faye turns and swings the chair but Brittany ducks and hits Aurora across the back with her lacrosse stick. Aurora cries out in pain again as Brittany turns and nails Faye in the face with her stick. Faye goes down and Brittany nails Watts as he tries to roll over. Watts grimaces and Brittany hits him again with the lacrosse stick. Faye staggers to her feet, Aurora managing the same. Faye grabs the chair and blasts Brittany in the face. Brittany goes down bleeding all over the place. Faye sets Watts in the corner in the seated position against the bottom turnbuckles and then looks around. She grabs Brittany and sets the chair across Watts’ chest before sitting Brittany up against the chair. Faye steps back, looking around and then motions at Aurora. Aurora nods and then runs into the corner, hitting them both with a cannonball. As she rolls away, Brittany tumbles down onto her own face and Faye moves in with Brittany’s lacrosse stick. Watts starts to get the chair up some, trying to use it as a shield only for Faye to hit with a two-handed motion on the stick, smashing the chair back into Watt’s face and bouncing his head off the second turnbuckle.

Watts slumps over across the bottom rope as Faye turns around, holding the stick aloft like she’s just slayed a mighty beast with it. Aurora pulls up to her feet and gets a running start. As Faye turns around, Aurora catches her with a wicked lariat. Faye goes down like she’s been shot and Aurora covers her.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

PSYCHO BREAKS IT UP WITH A SHOT FROM BLACKIE ACROSS AURORA’S BACK!!!

Aurora rolls off, grimacing in agony. Faye kicks up and catches Psycho between the legs. Psycho spins, in pain, dropping Blackie. Faye gets up and grabs Psycho from behind, running her into the cage wall face first. Faye holds her there and starts to grate her face back and forth against the fence. Aurora staggers up, glaring over at Faye and Psycho. She grits her teeth and runs over, hitting another full body avalanche splash that smashes faye into Psycho and both of them against the cage wall. Psycho slumps to the mat in a bloody heap while Faye stumbles backwards. Aurora drops down behind her and rolls her up.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

BRITTANY DIVES IN AND SHOVES AURORA OFF!!!

Brittany tries to cover Faye.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

FAYE REVERSES INTO A CRADLE!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

WATTS BREAKS IT UP WITH A CHAIR SHOT!!!!

Watts blats Aurora with the chair and then covers her.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

AURORA GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!

Watts jumps onto Brittany for the cover.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

BRITTANY KICKS OUT!!!

Watts jumps onto faye for the cover.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

FAYE KICKS OUT!!!

Watts rolls Psycho over and covers her.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

PSYCHO KICKS OUT!!!

Brittany gets to her feet and pulls a length of chain down. She wraps it around her fist and punches Watts with the chain. Faye and Aurora get to their feet and Brittany drills both of them in succession with the chain-wrapped fist. Brittany unwraps the chain from her fist, and starts choking down Aurora with it. Faye tries to fight her and Brittany kicks at Faye, wrapping the chain around Faye and pulling back to choke her in a camel clutch position. Brittany continues to pull back on the chain, Faye reaching out and trying to get loose but to no avail. Brittany continues to pull back, Faye starting to fade. Aurora finds the lacrosse stick and cracks Brittany across the back with it. Faye flops onto the mat while Brittany tries to get up, still gripping the chain. She rears back to punch at Faye but Watts catches her fist and spins her into a ddt. Aurora tosses aside the stick and goes for the cover on Faye.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

WATTS BREAKS IT WITH A LASH FROM THE CHAIN!!!

Aurora rolls off and Watts goes to cover Faye.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

AURORA BREAKS IT UP!!!

Psycho gets to her feet with Blackie in her grasp. She blasts Brittany in the back with the stick and then nails Aurora across the back. Watts starts up and Psycho hits him across the back with Blackie as well. Psycho drops the club and covers Faye.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR-NO!!!

FAYE KICKS OUT!!!

Aurora and Watts get to their feet and start to trade shots, Aurora, Watts, Aurora, Watts, Aurora, Watts, Aurora, Watts, Aurora, Watts, Aurora, Watts. Aurora fires off another but Watts catches it and spins, redirecting her moment into the cage. Aurora bounces off the steel, turns and clotheslines Watts’ head off. They both crash to the mat with Aurora’s arm on top of Watts’ chest.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

WATTS GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!

Brittany gets to her knees and throws a punch at Psycho’s back. Psycho throws a punch at Brittany and the two start trading shots on their knees, Brittany, Psycho, Brittany, Psycho. Psycho cracks Brittany in the mouth and then grabs the broken piece of kendo stick from earlier and stabs the jagged end into Brittany's forehead. Brittany screams bloody murder as Psycho contnues to grind it down deeper. Faye starts to get to her feet and kicks Psycho in the back to make her stop. Psycho trunks and slashes at Faye with the jagged edge and Faye gets in a big forearm smash as Psycho goes by. Brittany staggers up and Faye grabs the chair. She rears abc and cracks Brittany over the head. Brittany goes down, unconscious as Faye tosses aside the now dented chair.

Aurora gets up to her knees, looks over at Watts barely starting to move and nods her head. She gets up and splashes him again. Psycho grabs Blackie and stands up, swinging it like a baseball bat again. She connects with her swing on Faye and Faye goes down right next to Brittany. Psycho turns and clubs Aurora over the head, knocking her out cold as well. Psycho steps back and spots something. Smirking cruelly, she drops Blackie and goes to the far end of the ring. She slides the table set so that it stands on its end up against the cage wall and pulls it into the ring. She sets it up and then goes back for a second one. She sets the second table up next to the first one and then grabs a container of some sort, she nods, pulls the top off and squirts the contents all over table number two. Nodding as she tosses the container away, Psycho pulls a lighter and gives it a flick. She touches the tiny flame to the table and watches it become engulfed in seconds. Psycho marches over and grabs Brittany, dragging her over to table number one. She lays Brittany’s unconscious form on the table and then climbs up next to her. As Psycho looks to pick Brittany up, Watts gets to his feet, and in one motion, jumps up and hooks Psycho for the Iconic Drop. The two crash down through the flames, smashing the table into a million pieces. Watts looks up and pulls himself to Psycho’s body and flings an arm over just before going out himself.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

The ring crew reaches in to pull down the front wall of the cage as emts and trainers rush into the ring to tend to the five fallen combatants.

WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: JERRY WATTS!!!

Koss: Against all odds, Jerry Watts pulled of one hell of a title defense!

Spazz: Well he is jacked as a motherfucker, so that mighta' had something to do with it!

Koss: I think everyone involved in this match might be taking a bit of a medical leave regardless. Look at the carnage that has been wrought!

Spazz: Damn straight, blood, bruises, and broken dreams everywhere!

SEGMENT

Haylie Jo "Halo" Annis: Gutter slime… 

Halo stares into the camera, seemingly stunned into silence. 

Haylie Jo "Halo" Annis: This was Bianca’s great, grand, earth-shatterin’ revelatory “true tea” on me that she was spillin’... 

Looking away to the right, Halo can’t help but blink as if the answer will somehow change if she just waits another second. 

Haylie Jo "Halo" Annis: That I’m gutter slime, that my parents were less than wonderful because they had destructive habits they tried to pass on to me… 

Stopping short, Halo looks up and then turns to the camera. 

Haylie Jo "Halo" Annis: Are y’all drunk or just so full of shit you can’t tell the difference anymore? 

She points out in the direction she’s just been looking. 

Haylie Jo "Halo" Annis: All that proved is that you have no idea what the word fraud even means and that the IRS would probably be able to have a party goin’ over y’all’s accounts! 

Her left hand rises up to lay palm up in front of her, her right hand dropping down onto the left. 

Haylie Jo "Halo" Annis: In order to be a fraud, I would have had to say you and I could basically be twins. I would have had to say that I live in sunny Cali and that’s what I am, a hot ass, golden bred California girl and that’s what I will always be...but it’s not… 

She points angrily at herself. 

Haylie Jo "Halo" Annis: I have never been shy about tellin’ the world that my parents weren’t shit to write home about! My daddy gambled away the house and damn near anything else he ever got near and has hit me up for money twice, that I know of, since I became a successful wrestler and both times he was a racist, homophobic douche canoe about it too! My mama died from her demons and the only thing she ever taught me how to do was scam drinks and snort the same drugs that eventually killed her! Was my childhood the golden fairy tale yours was? 

Halo just cocks her head like the idea is the single most absurd thing she’s ever heard. 

Haylie Jo "Halo" Annis: Fuck no, I was a royal pain in my parents’ asses! I partied, I drank, I did whatever the fuck I wanted to and twice as much if I knew it would piss them off! I did it so much my daddy tried to send me to a convent when I was seventeen and we can see how well that took, can’t we? 

Pausing to give a slight, pointed nod, Halo 

Haylie Jo "Halo" Annis: And even if that fraud shit that had been true, what was next, that you’re obviously better looking than me and are obviously more talented than me? That you had better training because it was the best any spoiled rich fuck can buy? 

Her right hand sweeps through, waving the idea away dismissively. 

Haylie Jo "Halo" Annis: Well no shit, of course you fucking had better training than I did! I didn’t go to any school, or any private tutors! I got trained by people like my wife, my mother-in-law, her wife, Stacy Jones and then everyone I have ever been in the ring with! Talent don’t mean shit when it comes to winning a match. It never has and it never did and I am living fucking proof because if this was all about God given physical talents, I’m never a champion! There is no chance in hell I beat FM Young or Ursula Von Rossbach if this is all about natural talent and what you were born with! People can have talent for days but if they’re not willing to do what you need to do on the day of the fight, then all that talent is just being pissed away like the waste in that gutter you so gleefully said I was! 

Halo nods and points to herself. 

Halo: My name is Halo and I am the gutter slime that littered the streets of Tullahoma, Tennessee and then crawled its way to infect the streets of California! I said it when I fought Angel Kash and when I fought your bestie Veronica Taylor, First Class versus No Class and you’re damn fuckin’ right that I’m the one with no class at all! Tonight, I’m gonna be the dog on this day that brings the thunder to your doorstep and makes you wish you’d never stepped in this gutter slime because you ain’t never gonna get this stain off you! 

As she starts to walk off, she pauses one last time. 

Halo: Oh, and by the way, you dumb fuckin’ bottle blonde, before all the cleach kills all of your brain cells, my name is ANNIS, not Williams. And if I need to, I’ll find a way to tattoo that shit on you just so you’ll never forget what that stain is that you have to carry from here on out!

Koss: Strong words from the Ascendant Champion here tonight!

Spazz: Halo's gonna' KIIIILLLL YOU, BIANCA!!! She's gonna' wear that face HANNIBAL LECTER STYLE!!!

Koss: We are NOT going Silence of the Lambs up in here tonight!

Spazz: She gonna' eat that bitch and wear her face! Mark my words, Lunchbox!!!

-SUMMER-VS-SAVANNAH SUNSHINE-

At the ding of a bell, Summer and Savannah lock up, but Summer breaks it up with a forearm shot, followed by a spinning wristlock into a springboard armdrag! Savannah rolls with the fall, getting to her feet and wringing her arm out. She narrowly avoids a running High Dropkick and heads for the ropes. Summer hops up and rushes at her foe as she snaps off the ropes. Savannah goes low while Summer leaps over her. Both women hit the opposing ropes and snap off towards each other. Summer drops with a baseball slide as Savannah leaps with a front flip tuck and roll, getting up and running into the ropes once more. Savannah is surprised to find Summer right on her as she snaps off again, but ducks a Jumping Side Kick just barely, tucking and rolling to her feet to catch an unbalanced Summer by the neck. Summer shoves her off and fires off the SF2 TURBO KICK! Savannah side steps and as Summer lands right in front of the ropes, nails her with BURST YOUR BUBBLE! Summer goes right through the ropes, hooking an arm to keep from going into the floor, coming to a rest on the apron with a dazed look in her eyes! Savannah hops back and then hits a running low orbit dropkick that sends Summer to the floor! Summer lands with a bit of a roll, getting up on all fours. Savannah runs for the ropes and front flips up and over with a SUICIDE DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP right on Summer's back, flipping forward on impact with a loud "HELL YEAH!!!!"

Summer fights to her feet, holding a hand to her back with a look of pure agony on her face. Savannah moves in behind her, spins her around and hits THE SWEET-TOOTH-NO! Summer spins out of it, letting Savannah eat the floor! Savannah hops up and eats a boot to the gut followed by THE HEAT STROKE!!! Summer then slides back into the ring, leaving Savannah laid out. The ref starts to count but Summer shakes her head, backs into the far ropes, then snaps off with a full speed sprint, flipping over the ropes, landing on the apron, then spins around, leaps up onto the top rope and springs off with THE NERDGASM, crashing down on Savannah with an impressive impact that leaves her rolling around and clutching her own guts, yet smiling as if it were worth it!

She gets up, pulling Savannah up and slinging her back in. Savannah clutches at her own burning guts, rolling to the center of the ring as Summer climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle. She makes a double cut-throat gesture, then leaps off with ANOTHER NERDGASM!!! Savannah brings her knees up and Summer crashes across them, thrashing across the canvas in pain! Savannah rolls to a low crouch, watching and waiting as Summer fights her way to her feet. Summer turns and immediately finds herself upended into a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX but as it hits, she locks her arms around Savannah and forces her back up with a bridge. Summer flips them both, reversing positions, kneeing Savannah right in the face and nailing her with THE SF2-TURBO KICK! Savannah backflips, landing flat on her stomach while Summer lands in a crouch. She then flips Savannah over and hooks the leg for the 1-2-3!

WINNER: SUMMER BY PINFALL!!!

Koss: SUMMER WITH THE PINFALL AND THE WIN!!!

Spazz: Savannah almost legit had her ass, but damn a classic reversal of an oldschool suplex with a flashy as fuck kick at the end!!!

SEGMENT

The camera opens upon Zenna and Seleana Zdunich standing with their SRW Southern Cross Tag Team Champion belts over their shoulders.

Zenna Zdunich: The Riot Group… House of Dix… Chris and Jesse Styles…

Both sisters nod along to the list as it comes out.

Zenna Zdunich: Three very good teams.

Seleana Zdunich: Du berättar inga lögner.

Zenna Zdunich: We have been in the ring with two of the three of you with gold on the line before and we know how far you will go for these.

She nods to their championships.

Zenna Zdunich: Bullet and Bandit have been champions before and we know they will go as far as they have to to get back to that standing!

Seleana Zdunich: Du säger fortfarande inte lögner.

Zenna nods to the camera in acknowledgement.

Zenna Zdunich: House and Tracy have not been champions yet but are desperate to feel that! They will go as far as they need to get there! House will go places Tracy won’t but Tracy can do things House can only dream of! They will fight like their careers and lives depend on winning…

Seleana nods.

Seleana Zdunich: Du gör inte höns av fjädrar.

Zenna Zdunich: So that is two teams we know will do things, go places, but that does not include the more or less unknown element of Chris and Jesse Styles. They have only been here since July but in that time they have made enough noise to be here. We must assume they will be willing to go to those places, do those things as well. If they are not, why would they be here?

Seleana nods her agreement.

Seleana Zdunich: Vi kommer också att göra saker.

Zenna nods firmly.

Zenna Zdunich: Ja, we will. That is why we are champions and why we proudly walk in tonight to defend them against these teams! We are ready and we will bring it tonight!

Seleana Zdunich: Välkommen till djungeln!

Spazz: I don't understand Swede, but all I know is some of the sexiest women in the world come from that neck of the woods!

Koss: You're obsessed with Swedish women.

Spazz: Ever since I saw Heidi Klum for the first time, yo! Swedes are where it's AT!

Koss: You know she's German, right?

Spazz: The fuck?!

ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP

TABLE MATCH

-HALO (C)-VS-BIANCA DAVIS-LEBLANC-

In a move that surprises Halo off of the bat, Bianca closes the distance and locks up with her. She hits a quick knee shot, followed by a forearm strike and a vicious slap to Halo's face, sending her staggering back. Bianca then rushes in with a spinning heel kick that sends Halo into the ropes! Bianca spins around and hits THE QUEEN'S MAKEOVER! Bianca rolls out of the ring and starts setting up a table. Noticing Halo getting back Bianca rolls back in and locks a rear waistlock on Halo, but gets blocked, then Snapmared over Halo's shoulder! The Queen B rolls with it and runs into the ropes. She snaps off only for Halo to leapfrog over her, then run straight for the ropes herself! Halo comes back colliding with THE BEAUTIFUL BOOT! She falls back and Bianca makes a quick pin attempt, Halo throwing a shoulder up! Bianca gathers Halo up and hurls her into a corner. She then gets a running start only to eat a dropkick to the face! Halo vaults to the top rope and leaps off to hit a DIVING RATTLEHEAD!!! Halo then rolls out of the ring and gathers up the table Bianca was setting up, sliding it closer to the apron when suddenly "Turn my Swag on" by Keri Hilison hits over the pa system. The crowd boos in uproar as the other half of the Pretty Committee, Veronica Taylor, steps out onto the stage. Halo squats down, motioning her to come on and shockingly, Veronica obliges her, heading straight down the ramp!

The fans try to warn her as suddenly Bianca comes in from behind with a steel chair to the back of Halo's head! B-Brat rushes from behind the curtains and starts brawling with Veronica Taylor. We cut back to ringside to see Bianca setting Halo up with a Vert Suplex and slamming her right through the table, winning the match!!!

WINNER AND NEW ASCENDANT CHAMPION: BIANCA DAVIS-LEBLANC!!!!

Spazz: NO FUCKING WAY!!!!

The crowd boos in uproar as B-Brat and Taylor brawl at the ramp. Bianca rushes in with the chair to nail her too! Veronica takes the chair, sets it up and the two drill B-Brat face first into the chair with THE PRETTYFYER!!!! The two rush off laughing with the Title in hand as Halo rushes in with a chair of her own! She then stops to check on the wreckage of her wife on the steel chair...

Koss: That was completely uncalled for! B-Brat tried to defend Halo and ate the full force of that steel chair!!!

Spazz: Fuckin' brutal son! Now we got the motherfucking Pretty Committee chlamydia up in here!

Koss: And that's a burning itch that isn't going away aaaanytime soon!

SEGMENT

Our cameras catch up with what seems somewhat anxious and nervous Tracy Dixon. 

Dude behind the camera: Hey Tracy, any chance for some words on-- 

Before he gets a chance to finish Dixon startles and hushes down her voice. 

Tracy: Look, before we get into any of that, did you guys switch off your phones? 

Dude: ..what? Why? 

Tracy: I can’t go into details but House has been kinda on edge lately and if you guys don’t turn off your phones, I can’t be held responsible for what happens when.. 

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEY TRACY!” 

Dixon mutters. 

Tracy: Shit..oh hi Wendy. 

House: Whatcha doing? 

Dixon chuckles nervously. 

Tracy: Oh nothing, just chilling with the camera guy, this and that. 

House: OOO, He’s cute! You two going out on a date? 

Tracy: No, uh, I don’t think so. He was just wanting to ask us some questions. 

House: Coolios Me’s loves quizzes, is it science? 

Dude: No Wendy I was just hoping to get some thoughts from you two before the big tag match spectacular tonight that’s all, how are you doing? 

House ponders this for a moment. 

House: Me’s ok... didn’t sleep da best, but oh well. Lookin’ forward to da match tonight. Me’s been waitin’ over a year to be a champy here in SRW, an’ me’s hyped to have the chance to do it wiv me’s bestest fwiend. 

She says, before giving Tracy a hug. Wendy seems to be squeezing Dixon rather tight as Dixon smiles and hugs back at her partner. 

Tracy: Yeah me and House here have gone through a lot over our time here and while we haven’t had the best damn win-loss record to brag about or countless championships. We have had some shots though just haven’t been successful with them, yet. 

Dude: Oh yeah? Why do you think that is? Are you guys not good enough? 

House grumbles at the camera but Dixon goes on. 

Tracy: I don’t think it’s that. We got a lot of real good teams in Southern Rebellion Wrestling, just in this match alone all four teams involved are top notch and any team could leave with the championships tonight and I believe that the best team will do just that. 

Dude: ..well what if you guys DON’T leave with the belts tonight? 

Tracy: Then we’ll get back to training and work even harder for the next shot. House Of Dix is a cohesive unit and we don’t believe in giving up, besides as long as I have my best friend with me when I leave tonight. I will always feel like a champion with or without belts. 

House: See? Dat’s da thing. When you’s get knocked down, you gets back up and twies again. S’not our first shot, an’ if we loses, likely won’t be da last. We’s excited to... 

*beep beep beep* 

Tracy: OH... 

House blinks. 

House: Was... dat a phone? 

Dude: Uh, sorry, I-- 

Tracy: I WARNED YOU... 

Wendy: ME’S GOT NO SLEEP LAST NIGHT BECAUSE DA ENTIRE FUCKING TAG DIVISION DECIDED TO TWOLL ME! ALL WEEK, EVEWY WEEK BEEP BEEP BEEP LEAVE HOUSE ALONE! HOUSE WANTS TO SLEEEEEEEEP!!! 

Dude: Okay, I’m sorry..look I’ll turn it off right now let’s change the subject..I saw you got a new phone, what’s your ringtone? 

*beep beep beep* 

Wendy flies of the handle screaming like a banshee. 

House: DA SOUND OF SILENECEEEEE GIMME YOUS PHOOONE!~ 

She shrieks at the camera and the dude sets his camera down. 

Dude: ..run, like now! 

We hear footsteps as the poor man rushes down the hall in a panic, House chasing after him like a rabid lil’ dog foaming at the mouth. 

House: I’LL END YOUR BEEPING YOU JERKFACE JERK, YOU GONNA DIE NAOOOOO~ 

Dixon looks at the camera, flustered. 

Tracy: Um, could someone please pick up this expensive piece of equipment and..maybe look to hiring a new camera guy, I don’t think that one is coming back..oh and hey good luck for all involved in tonight’s match, let’s go out and have fun, right? 

She smiles holding a thumbs up pose before walking off and we move elsewhere.

Koss: Steve the Camera man is also not having a good night tonight!

Spazz: FUCK THAT STEVE TOO!!!

SOUTHERN CROSS TAG CHAMPIONSHIP

TORNADO TAG TEAM FATAL 4 WAY

-WILDSIDE (C)-VS-SMC RIOT GROUP-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-STYLES BROTHERS-

The bell sounds and the Styles Brothers jump Tracy Dixon from behind and get her up for a double powerbomb. House goes to try and rescue her partner but gets cut off by Bullet and Bandit, who Irish whip House off the ropes. She rebounds back and eats a spinebuster from Bullet. Chris Styles goes to cover Dixon while Jesse Styles catches both members of Wildside coming in with a clothesline.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

BANDIT MAKES THE SAVE!!!

Bandit rolls out to the floor as Jesse comes back to Chris. As they go to pull up Dixon, Bullet moves in behind them and drills both brothers with a low blow. Bandit gets up onto the apron and slingshots herself into double bulldogs on the Styles Brothers. Bullet covers Jesse while Bandit covers Chris.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

BOTH BROTHERS KICK OUT!!!

Zenna Zdunich gets back to her feet and grabs House. She tosses the smaller woman into the corner and moves with a knee to the gut on her. House recoils from the impact and Zenna drills her across the face with a wicked elbow strike. Bandit jumps up and runs over to swing around the corner post for a six one nine on Zenna and House, knocking their heads together. Bandit rolls up Zenna.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

SELEANA MAKES THE SAVE!!! Bullet comes in and starts trading shots with Seleana. Before they get too far with that, Chris Styles comes over and knocks their heads together. Jesse Styles goes to pull up Tracy and gets rolled into an inside cradle.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

JESSE KICKS OUT!!!

Chris Styles knocks both Bullet and Seleana over the top to the floor. Zenna and Bandit dump Chris over the top out to the floor as well. Jesse runs over for a big clothesline attempt. Bandit ducks but Jesse connects on Zenna. Bandit ducks under elevates his leg causing Jesse to cover with Zenna. The two crash down to the floor with the others. Bandit grabs the top rope and waits for everyone to stand back up. She nods and slingshots herself into a dive out onto them. Dixon moves in over the ropes as Bandit crashes down and gets caught by the Styles Brothers. House climbs up onto Tracy’s shoulders and jumps off into a shooting star press. She lands on Bandit’s back, knocking everyone down like tenpins. Tracy steps away from the ropes and watches as everyone else lies on the floor trying to recover. Zenna crawls up onto the apron and steps into the ring. She walks up to Tracy and Tracy nods. The two start exchanging bombs, Tracy quickly winning that exchange. Seleana dives in and Tracy puts both Zduncih Sisters down with a big clothesline. Bullet rolls into the ring and stands up. She and Tracy start changing shots. This time Bullet gets the better of the exchange. Bandit rolls into the ring and gives Tracy a dropkick to the back. Zenna and Seleana get to their feet just in time to catch Tracy for a double flapjack. Bandit moves in and grabs Tracy by her ankles. Bullet steps in behind and Bandit gets the catapult into Vote With A Bullet. Bandit covers.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

WILDSIDE BREAKS IT UP!!!

Bullet starts fighting with Zenna, Bandit gets up to fight with Seleana. House dives into the ring and jumps into a weak smack on Seleana. Seleana and Bandit stop fighting with each other and turn to face House. Bullet and Zenna stop fighting and turn to face House. House tries to back up only to see the others looking at her as well. Bullet punches House in the back and within seconds all four women are beating House down with their fists. Chris and Jesse dive into the ring and Chris goes to stop the beatdown while Jesse goes for the cover on Tracy.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

Bullet and Zenna turn to meet Chris coming in.

BANDIT MAKES THE SAVE!!!

Bullet drills Chris low and then turns to start beating on House again. Wildside hook Chris up and hit him with Ride The Lightning. Chris rolls out to the floor to get away. Jesse flings Bandit off of him and runs over looking for clotheslines. He hits Seleana and then hits Zenna only for Bullet to punch him dead in the mouth to stop him. Bandit hits a dropkick to the back and Bullet follows with a forearm shiver to the face. Seleana gets to her feet and gets in a shot. Zenna gets up and gets one as well. Bullet hits a low blow anad as Jesse staggers, Bullet motions to the corners. Widlside look to each other and nod. All four women go to a different corner and ascend to the top. Jesse Styles looks up and frowns just as they come off simultaneously for missile dropkicks, connecting with the Shieldmaidens’ Die Bloody. Chris Styles staggers up almost drunkenly and grabs at Zenna and Seleana’s ankles. They turn and kick at him but he blocks them. House gets up and Bullet and Bandit rush over, clotheslining all three women to tumble over the top onto Chris on the floor. As Jesse tries to get up looking just as drunk as his brother, Tracy rolls him up from behind.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

As the bell sounds,. Jesse Styles sits up in shock in the ring. Chris Styles, House, Zenna, Seleana, Bullet and Bandit all look up, all of them shocked to hear the bell sound. When they see Tracy Dixon’s hand raised, House goes running over to meet her and the two make off with the belts like thieves in the night. Bullet and Bandit both start losing it at ringside, walking over to the timekeeper’s table and grabbing anything they can get their hands on. They start throwing everything from his pen, to a notebook to the ring bell. As they throw his chair and start looking for more targets, security rushes and escorts them to the back.

WINNERS AND NEW SCTT CHAMPIONS: HOUSE OF DIX!!!

Koss: Nobody and I do mean nobody saw that coming!

Spazz: Never underestimate crazy, Joeseph my Broseph. Crazy kills 9 times out of 10 and on that 10th one? It makes you wish you was dead!

SEGMENT

Hype Package: Background song - “You Should See Me In A Crown” cover by Little V Mills

Bite my tongue, bide my time.
Wearing a warning sign.
Wait ‘til the world is mine.

The overlay shows the text #1 Contender - CCM, as we transition to the man sitting on a chair talking.

CCM: Some like to talk a big game. Tolson, Rossbach... they have to tell the world how great they are. Show the world how great they are. I have no such delusions of grandeur.

We see a clip of CCM making an entrance to the ring, with the fans booing him.

CCM: I have no pride. I have no ego. I don’t want to be the best, chances are there’s always someone out there who’s better, however good you are.

We see CCM smashing UVR with a chair, and her barely reacting as the little man practically falls over in shock.

CCM: This isn’t about who’s better. In sport, the better athlete, better team loses all the time. It’s what makes sport so exhilarating. And me? I will go to any lengths... ANY LENGTHS... to make that happen.

We see (the now Conquest Champion) Luther Thunder tapping out in CCM’s heel hook as his father yanks back on his arms for leverage.

CCM: People like Tolson, UVR... they can wax lyrical about how their beef is with each other. How I’m a third wheel, how either of them could beat me in a fair fight. Sorry to break it to you ladies, but... I don’t fight fair.

We see the visual end of the TLC match where CCM beat UVR.

CCM: I don’t go on social media waggling my parts around. I’m not the all-ego, all-action champion. I operate in the shadows. And when you least expect it... I strike.

We see CCM smashing a shovel into Ursula’s skull from the last Savage Thursday.

CCM: You girls, you fans, you think you hate me now? You hate how I operate now?

The chorus of the song hits as the camera zooms on his face.

You should see me in a crown!
I’m gonna run this nothing town!

CCM: You should see me in a crown!

He grins.

CCM: The FIRST... KING of the South Champion... because disappointing the general order is just... what I do!

We see him chuckle away as the chorus repeats.

You should see me in a crown!
I’m gonna run this nothing town!
Watch me make them bow one by, one by one.

-CUT-

Spazz: I love CCM, but Micheal Bartholomew Spaziano bends the knee to no one! I AM THE RULER OF MY WORLD!

Koss: Where's your crown, King Nothing?

Spazz: Up your ass, fat fuck!

Koss: Oh so that's where you've been keeping your head all along? No wonder I've been having trouble pooping!

Spazz: Fuck you!!

Koss: Heh heh.

CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP

EMERALD DEATH HOUSE MATCH

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

The opening beat of Rag & Bone Man’s “Human” hits the PA. Luther Thunder walks out from behind the curtain, his wife and valet Esme beside him. He looks up to the lights shining down on him, and raises his arms, as if posing down some higher force, before looking straight and firing a fist forward. Esme rubs his shoulder, giving some last words to him, before he makes his confident and purposeful stroll to the ring. Taking pride of place, was the SRW Conquest Championship.

As he gets to ringside, he climbs the steps, rubbing the soles of his boots on the apron, before stepping over the top rope into the ring, turning back and shaking the ropes, before facing the crowd and raising his arms up, eyes fiery as his gaze meets the bleating sheep in the cheap seats he smirks at their reactions, smile turning wide as a Cheshire cat’s before putting his palms together as if for a prayer, then turned his attention to the ramp.

The opening bars began playing as AFI’s “I Hope You Suffer” began to play over the speakers. And the song continued to play as Juliet didn’t appear, even with the crowd joining in singing along with the music.

Though as the chorus hit, a second light turned on in a section of the arena behind the crowd, drawing the eyeline of Luther, revealing a second ring that had been set up, though very much bare bones as the underside, and all the weapons that appeared were visible underneath. A scaffold set up on one side of the ring, a guard rail that had been requisitioned had been wrapped in barbed wire, with the ropes fastened up with carpet gripper strips, light tubes and barbed wire, and further back, more weapons that had been set up with stage crew standing by to bring them over. Most importantly, Juliet Black stood in the middle of the ring, gesturing to Luther that they weren’t fighting in the main ring. And seeing this, the crowd began to move over to the second ring to get a better view.

Seeing the revealed ring and his opponent standing in the middle of it, Luther exited the main ring, the referee in pursuit. In the other ring, Juliet charged to meet Luther head on, with the crowd gathering around, the two met in the middle of them and began exchanging forearm strikes with Luther’s size giving him the advantage as he backed Juliet towards the ring with repeated strikes. As Luther went for a roaring elbow, Juliet pulled a staplegun out of her back pocket, ducked the elbow and fired a shot right into Luther’s forehead, causing the champions momentum to stop.

The Challenger wasn’t done, hooking the staplegun back to her pocket by the trigger, she pulled Luther by the head and bounced it off the side of the ring, hammering a few strikes on the staple for good measure, following up the attack as she managed to pick Luther up long enough to straddle him on the barbed wire wrapped guard rail, then followed up with another staple gun shot to his groin, with every man in the crowd wincing!

The shot had the effect of causing Luther to fall, leg trapped under the guard rail as Juliet climbed onto the apron and went for a double stomp to the rail, Luther in time pulled his leg free as the Dubliner hit the rail. Shrugging, Juliet stepped, pulling out a trash can with a number of weapons filling it from underneath the ring, taking out a sheet of paper as she went on the attack, pulling on Luther’s nose and pinching it to force his mouth open and lining up, gave him a Chelsea Smile Papercut!

Keeping on the attack, Juliet pulled Luther up, rolling him into the ring under the ropes, the trash can following followed by the former Hardcore Champion herself, who would pull a light tube free from the ropes, though hesitated as she felt something tug on the tube from the outside, turning as Esme grinned back at her, waving at Juliet who suddenly found herself being clubbed in the back by a bloody, pissed off Luther. The Champion didn’t waste any time as he took the tube and smashed it over Juliet’s head, grabbing her wrist and sending her across the ring towards the barbed wire wrapped ropes, with Juliet putting on the brakes just in time, and turned, charging back, only for Luther to sidestep as Juliet crashed into the light tubes.

Luther with the advantage, pulled Juliet from the ropes, hoisting her up into a scoop slam onto the broken glass, Juliet sitting up as her shirt was soaked with blood with a few bigger shards of glass sticking out of her back. Luther however, didn’t waste time as he took half of a broken tube and began raking Juliet’s forehead with the tube as more blood flowed, followed by smashing the rest of the tube over her head. Not letting off, Luther pulled Juliet back up and whipped her into the corner with the carpet gripper grid as it snapped under the impact, leaving Juliet writhing in pain in the corner, with the champion turning his attention to the trashcan, emptying out a chair, a barbed wire two by four and a couple of pillowcases.

Seemingly possessed, Luther set the trashcan to the side for a moment, Esme releasing a number of light tubes from the ropes, carrying them to Juliet in the corner, stomping her in the abdomen for good measure as he propped up the tubes in front of her, then grabbing the trashcan, swung the can bottom first into the tubes and Juliet’s face, glass shattering as they can made an audible thud. Grinning broadly, Luther swung the can again, directly into the Dubliner’s skull as her head whipped back into the bottom turnbuckle, leaving her prone as Luther pulled the challenger out from the corner and went for a pin. 1...2… Juliet kicked out.

With Esme on the outside, the Champions wife disappeared under the ring as she pulled out a find of her own, an ironing board covered in more light tubes which she slid into the ring, Luther setting it up dead center as Juliet rolled to a knee, wiping blood from her eyes as she grabbed the chair, opening it up and setting it down as she then took one of the pillowcases and tipped out a small pile of thumbtacks to cover the seat before raising up, unaware that Luther had not only seen her setting up the chair, he was waiting for her as he kicked her back towards it, Juliet remaining standing as she knew what was behind her, Luther pressed the attack as he clubbed away at Juliet to knock her to the chair, Juliet stayed standing as she lashed out with a thumb to the eye, Luther blocked the attack and with an armdrag tried to flip Juliet to the canvas, the Dublin Loudmouth however landed on her feet, charged back and was lifted up and dropped ass first onto the chair!

Pressing the advantage, Luther went for Juliet’s head, though she was waiting with a boot that connected with a low blow, and as Luther doubled over, Juliet hit a DDT, kicking the chair over as she snapped the impact low, going for a quick cover 1...2… Luther kicks out. Juliet raised to her feet, reaching for the carpet strip debris as she placed the spiked side onto Luther’s chest and then stomped down across it, then took another piece of debris and swung it across the already cut forehead of Luther. The champion wasn’t down, Juliet grabbed a hold of Luther’s ears… and got a thumb to the eye which sent her reeling as Luther got to his feet.

In retaliation however, the half blinded, fully angered Juliet responded in kind with a thumb of her own as Luther spun around then lashed back with an eye rake, met at the same time as Juliet leaving both clutching at their eyes. The referee moved to check on both by reaching for their arms at the same time, and was promptly given a thumb to each eye from both Juliet and Luther for his trouble with each assuming he was the opponent!

As they regained their sight, Juliet and Luther saw the referee was down to a knee, recovering from the eyepoke, both immediately stared the other down and the trash talking began in earnest as Luther picked up one of the pillowcases from the mat, swinging it like a kosh, Juliet ducking the swing, picking up the second and swung back, Luther blocked the swing as the cases tore, scattering the thumbtacks across the ring, and both went back to forearm strikes, Luther getting the advantage with his size and backed into the ropes to get a head of steam, Juliet cutting him off with a handful of thrown tacks before she ran the ropes, only for Luther to cut her off with a side slam down onto the tacks. Raising back up, Luther simply dragged Juliet on her back through the debris, staining the canvas with the Dubliners blood!

Luther grinned, pulling Juliet up by the hair and propping her across the ropes as he was offered a cane by Esme, and the Champion sized up the challenger with a strike across her shoulders, driving the tacks back in, following up with shot after shot from the cane, the repeated strikes landing until the twelfth, final strike snapped the cane in half, Luther simply turning the cane around longways and ramming the bamboo splinters into Juliet’s shoulder. Looking over the weapons, Luther picked up a bottle of hotsauce, pulling the cap and tipping it directly across the back of Juliet, who audibly let out a Banshee scream of pain.

Tossing the wounded Juliet into the corner, Luther looked around and called to the stagehands who brought over a pane of glass, placing it on Juliet’s legs as she was propped back in the corner as Esme rolled her husband a bowling ball, Luther picked it up and with a grin, bowled it towards Juliet, shattering the glass and hitting her in the groin! The champion went for a quick pin. 1...2… and Juliet grabbed a hold of the bottom rope!

Slapping the mat in frustration, Luther called over to the stage hands, who brought over two chairs and a barbed wire board, which had the addition of a number of three pin UK plugs glued to it as well, and with help from the referee, set up the crash zone in the dead center of the ring. Juliet in the meantime had rolled out of the ring and pulled out from underneath an axe. Luther turned, seeing the challenger approaching him with the weapon as she swung it at him, with Luther running and getting out of harm's way, heading up the scaffolding, Juliet in pursuit as her own climb was slowed by her insistence of carrying the axe with her. Juliet eventually reached the top with Luther easily disarming the challenger of her weapon, which fell to the concrete and broke off at the head, before hauling Juliet up onto his shoulders and hitting a Death Valley Driver off the top… through the barbed wire board in the crash zone!

There was no other word for it, with both Luther and Juliet down in the center of the ring…

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Eventually though, both started to move, both tangled up in the broken halves of the barbed wire board that were stuck to them with neither wanting to concede defeat. Luther picking up a bundle of light tubes as Juliet retrieved a sack, Luther swinging the tubes at the Dubliner, Juliet ducking the tubes and swung the sack, which disintegrated on impact over Luther’s back. He stood there for a moment before he let loose a howl of pain, swatting at his back as the camera revealed the Fire Ants that had been in the sack.

Juliet picked up the discarded tube bundle and waited for a moment, smashing the tubes across the back, Esme grabbing a fire extinguisher as she blasted Luther’s back to clear him of the ants, the brawler moved in, cinched in the waistlock and lifted Luther up into a German Suplex, though the bloodloss took in as both hit the mat, all shoulders down as the referee counted.

1....2...3!

And there was confusion, Luther rolled away, raising his arms in victory as at the same time, Juliet rolled up, arms raised in victory as well. Esme brought the Conquest Championship into the ring and presented it to her husband, with a bloodied Juliet reaching over to grab the strap as the two engaged in a tug of war and a rather heated debate...

THIS MATCH IS A DRAW. LUTHER THUNDER RETAINS!!!

Koss: A classic trap! Both competitors had their shoulders down! Both were technically pinned so in this instance, there is no defined winner!

Spazz: I think it's bullshit! He was on top of her! Luther won this!

Koss: Well in a way, he did, but not cleanly. Still he retains the championship and is still the Conquest Champion!

SEGMENT

With the camera rolling upon her, the leather clad contender that is Ursula Von Rossbach stands before the camera in a rather dimly lit and ultimately forgettable location in the backstage area. Her muscular arms are crossed behind her back and head tilted forward, yet her eyes are closed. One can barely see any signs of life in her as she stands perfectly rigid and inflexible, a statue of flesh and bone with long black hair covering one side of her face. We can see the remnants of stitch work on her brow, a faint scar that is a far cry from the gash that was left on her forehead at the hands of CCM and his shovel during her previous appearance.

UVR: Some nightmares are best left untouched, Mr. Millar.

Slowly her head lifts, eyes opening and immediately brought to bear upon the camera.

UVR: I shall make you suffer this night, this I promise you with every fiber of my being. Just as the champion stole from me something valuable, you too also have taken from me. Whereas she stole an opportunity from me, you took my peace of mind, forcing me to experience in my waking hours what is normally reserved for my subconscious mind in the deep of sleep. In fact, it is the very reason I operate on the barest minimum of sleep that I possibly can.

The expression on her face would be completely unreadable if not for the intense power of her stare. One could imagine a blazing bonfire in place of the refraction of light around her, the seething rage beneath the ice cold veneer presented.

UVR: It is a fear that I have worked to conquer for many years now, but it still grips me and now is exposed like a frayed nerve to the wind once more. You shall be an example of what happens to those who toy with my fears, Mr. Millar, just as Samantha Tolson-Anderson shall become an abject lesson in what happens to those who disrespect and steal from me.

A crack, tension in her face born from a tightness in her jaw muscle.

UVR: Mrs. Anderson, you do not realize the gravity of your transgressions because you were not privy to the deal I had struck with Melinda Rhodes prior to your match with Zoey Madigan-Star. The end of her contract was coming up and I expressed an interest in facing her once more. I was told that I needed to lose the Ascendant Championship to gain another shot at the Queen of the South.

Ursula’s head lowers back down.

UVR: So I chose someone that I felt was worthy enough to take the title I held from whom the Rebel placed me against and after a few defenses, I felt the fight that Halo had presented to me made her more than adequate for the task and so, I gave her enough of a fight that she could feel she earned it and much to what would later become my regret, I allowed her to take my championship.

She looks back into the electric eye of the camera.

UVR: I sacrificed the Ascendant Championship for the privilege to battle Zoey Madigan-Star only for Mrs. Rhodes to go back on her word when you beat her in a one-off battle. I am not jealous of you, Samantha. In fact, I am quite far from that as I know I can take you at any time in any capacity. I distinctly remember how you and your wife had ran me down on social media with disrespect in a very clear attempt to bury me due to the insecurity that the both of you suffer from.

Her head tilts back as she looks down her nose upon the lens now, the metaphorical mask on her face giving way to disgust and disdain.

UVR: The audacity of you to come back to this company that I have helped lay the bricks upon a foundation that I helped cement myself. The sheer nerve of you to return here after how you treated me to one of your “Tolson Specials” as they like to call it when you go on the internet and then pretend that you respect me as an equal when we both know you have never seen me as anything but a lesser obstacle before you.

The Lady Terminator scoffs.

UVR: I never forget a slight and I always collect debts, Samantha. You have compounded interest and added further penalties, however, and as such, you shall pay the greatest price I can take from you.

She tilts her head to the right now, those eyes like finely edged daggers glaring into the camera.

UVR: Tonight, I take everything and shall leave you only with what you deserve: nothing. I patiently bided my time, paid you the lip service as necessary, but the absolute truth is that I hate you, Samantha. I have no respect for any competitor who is so insecure that they are incapable of paying even the most basic respect to their competitors.

It is at that moment that she turns her back to the camera.

UVR: All those accolades and yet you couldn’t treat me as an equal when first we met.

She looks over her shoulder at the camera.

UVR: I shall enjoy crushing you once and for all, pathetic worm.

Ursula then walks away from the camera, disappearing into the shadows that surround her. We cut back to ringside.

Spazz: Woah... that is some hateful venom from Bitch-Zilla...

Koss: Ursula Von Rossbach has never been one to simply forgive or forget a slight. It's clear she has been waiting for this moment for a very long time.

Spazz: She's like Phil Collins in the Air Tonight and is ready to kill a bitch!

Koss: With CCM involved in the match coming up next, however, it won't be so clear cut and easy.

Spazz: CCM's got a mind like a steel trap and plays fucking Fourth Dimensional Chess while everybody else is busy playing Connect Four!

Koss: Wait there not even the same kind of game!

Spazz: Connect Four uses checkers, Lunchbox. Think about it.

MAIN EVENT

QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP

TRIPLE THREAT LADDER MATCH

-SAMANTHA TOLSON-ANDERSON (C)-VS-CCM-VS-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-

Jenny Beck: THE MAIN EVENT YOU'VE AAAAAALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!! THREE BODIES, THESE BIG ASS LADDERS AROUND THE RING, AND A HOOK FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP BELT THEY'RE ALL FIGHTING FOR!!!! IIIIINNNNTTTRODUCING FIRST....

The medium-speed base line of Lacey Sturm's "The Soldier" reverberate through the arena for a bit before the lyrics kick in...

"You've drawn your line in the sand...
So I'm crossing over again...
You brag that you're a grenade...
So I pull your pin and I wait...
The time will come...
When your power...is gone...
Yeah I might die today...
But I'm gonna die anyway!"

The paces of the music picks up, and just before the chorus begins, Samantha Tolson-Anderson steps onto the stage, singing along with the chorus. On her shoulder resides the Queen of Hearts Championship!

"I'm gonna stand my ground...
Even if they back down...
'Cause I don't care what you say anymore...
So what? You raise your voice?
I'm screaming back my choice...
'Cause I sure ain't scared of you anymore!"

Samantha makes her way down the aisle as the crowd roars. She touches as many outstretched hands as she can, stopping to touch foreheads with a young girl in one of her 'Bombs Away'/’Kiss of Death’ shirts. She then makes her way around the guardrail at ringside before climbing into the ring and climbing each turnbuckle, holding up her arms to a huge roar each time.

Jenny Beck: STANDING AT 5' 8" AND WEIGHING IN AT 158 LBS, SHE IS THE QUEENIEST OF QUEENS OF THE SOUTH, THE PRETTY LITTLE MURDER MACHINE, SSSAAAMMMMAAANNNNTTTHHHAAA AAANNNDDDERRRRSSSOOONNN!!

#MIXED CROWD POP!!!

Jenny Beck: AND OUR FIRST CHALLENGER

The Arena PA comes alive with the majestic screams of METAL GAWD, Rob Halford, and as the riffs of Judas Priest’s “Firepower” kick in, CCM walks out wearing his Union Jack jacket and trunks. Millar Jr. struts down the ramp, taunting the Southern Hick fans, before running and sliding in the ring, as his father signs a couple of autographs and tries to get the number of a couple of the prettier female fans.

Jenny Beck: FROM WEST YORKSHIRE, ENGLAND!!!!

CCM runs up the turnbuckle, raising his arm. He takes off his jacket, hopping down from the buckle and starts running around the ring, whirling his jacket above his head like a morning star, before looking like he’s gonna throw it to the crowd, but fakes them out, wagging his finger and handing it to the official.

Jenny Beck: STANDING 5' 10" AND WEIGHING IN AT A BUCK-NINETY FIVE!!! HE IS THE TERRIFYING YORKIE, C...C...MMMMMMMMMM!!!!

#HUGE HEEL JEER!!!

CCM Naturally bows to the crowd, taking their hate as if it were affection.

Jenny Beck: ...AND OUR FINAL CHALLENGER...

#HHHHHEEEAAARRRRR MMMMMEEEE NNNOOOOWWW!!!

#HUGE CROWD POP!!!

The growly roar of Robb Flynn sounds over the house P/A as "Imperium" by Machine Head explodes at the 1:27 mark with thunderous and brutal guitar riffs and heavy drum thuds assault the crowd's senses. This coincides with several columns of sparks exploding from beneath the corrugated steel as a tall and powerfully built woman with fierce, piercing eyes and a stone cold resting bitch face steps out onto the stage. Muscles rippled and flexed as she stood there for several seconds, her black hair cut in punk fashion, half at her natural part, the right half resting upon that side of her face down to her shoulder. Her attire is all black leather, with a vest and tights, and boots decorated in chrome rivets, fingerless gloves studded at the knuckles, with heavy knee pads and kick padded boots completing her look. Everything about her screamed cold, calculating destruction personified.

She heads for the ring with a confident, unwavering stride. There is no fear, no anger, no fury, only certain death in those dark brown eyes. Arriving at ringside, she leaps onto the apron and slips through the ropes.

Jenny Beck: FROM WHITE SANDS, NEW MEXICO....

Ursula gets right in her Samantha Anderson's face, staring them down with a withering scowl that would unnerve even the bravest of souls. She practically dares them to make a move, her imposing physique only matched by the ironclad will that helped make it. The Champion merely holds the belt in her hand up in the air to get a small pop from the crowd!

Jenny Beck: STANDING AT EXACTLY 6 FEET TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT 232 LBS... THE LADY TERMINATOR, UUUURRRSSSUUUULLLAAA VON RRRRROOOSSSBBBBAACCCHHH!!!

#HUGE MONSTER POP!!!

The cable lowers as the referee attaches the belt to it and then lets it lift up into the air. With three tall ladders at ringside with three competitors ready to fight it out for supremacy he rings the bell. Immediatly, the Lady Terminator lunges at her CCM and Anderson with great speed and arms outstretched. They're caught off guard, rocked off their feet with a brutal double clothesline. CCM recovers first but rolls out of the ring! Anderson is on her feet in short order, dodging Ursula's fast hands and catches a wrist, pulling her forward with a wristlock. Ursula's raw power proves to be problematic as she just twists her arm right out of the lock and nails Anderson in the chest with a palm strike, followed by a hard piston kick to the gut that sends her stumbling into the ropes! UVR strides towards Anderson with evil intentions but suddenly CCM hops onto the apron with a chair! He tosses it at Ursula, cracking her across the back of her head. She spins around just as he springs off the top rope and over her shoulders. He latches onto her neck and hooks his legs for a quick body scissor with sleeper hold! At that moment, The Queen of the South slips in behind both Ursula and CCM, latching her arms around Ursula's waist and despite having CCM's ass right in her face, Anderson lifts both of them up and over with a spectacular RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! CCM takes the brunt of Ursula's body weight and the impact practically crushing him into the canvas! Ursula rolls free of the sleeper hold and right to her feet only to be caught with a running dropkick that sends her back into the ropes!

Ursula recovers quickly, snapping off the ropes with a running lariat! The Pretty Hate Machine backbridges with a matrix evasion, avoiding the clothesline! Ursula hits the opposing ropes, rebounds, spins around and MIND YOUR HEAD CONNECTS!!!! UVR's head snaps back and she drops to the canvas in a heap! Anderson gets to her feet with a loud WOOP, only to go right back down from THE MILLARIAT BY CCM! She is rocked off her feet as CCM then rushes towards a rising UVR, gathering the chair up one handed along the way. He tosses it towards her and her reflexes betray her as she catches the chair only to immediately eat the chair backed by the force of his entire bodyweight ramming two feet into it straight into her face! UVR Flat backs as CCM pumps his fist to a booing crowd! Gathering Ursula's leg up while putting his foot on the opposing ankle, CCM then follows up with a Wishbone Split, Ursula rolling onto her side with a growl.

CCM dusts his hands with a big grin, then puts the boots to Ursula while she's down, kicking and stomping the entire time as she starts fighting her way to her feet. So focused, he doesn't notice Anderson sliding back into the ring with a ladder, sizing both of them up. Suddenly Ursula catches his stomping foot, then rises, latching her hand around his throat. Just as she's about to lift him up, both are bowled over by Anderson with the ladder!!! CCM rolls out of the ring once more! Ursula gets right back up and his rammed straight in the chest with the head of the ladder, rocked right off her feet again! Before she can get up, Anderson sets the ladder up on top of her, then starts to climb!! Halfway up, CCM is on the apron and leaps onto the top and springboards onto the otherside of the ladder, quickly meeting a surprised Anderson on the otherside! The two brawl atop the ladder with Ursula pinned down beneath them but suddenly, the ladder shifts and shudders. Anderson and CCM's eyes go wide as Ursula pushes the ladder on top of her up and over sending them careening! CCM lands groin first on the ropes while Anderson brutally lands head first on the unforgiving arena floor, curling up and clutching at her skull in pure agony!

UVR rises and sees CCM hung up on the ropes, He sees her coming and unloads a few hard right hands into her face, slipping off the rope. His shots go unanswered until suddenly she catches his fist and pulls him in for a BIONIC HEADBUTT!!! With a loud smack, he goes straight down with glazed eyes. Ursula then sets the ladder back up and starts climbing. Outside, Tolson is back on her feet, setting a table up she had pulled out from under the ring. She ignores a single streak fo blood running from her head and down the side of her face, only seeing Ursula's back as she climbs the ropes. Thinking fast, Tolson slides under the ropes and pops to her feet, swaying only for a second, then rushing up the ladder behind Ursula. She manages to lift the big woman up in and vaults off the ladder with a BACK BODY DROP SUPLEX that sees Ursula flying over the ropes to crash through the table outside!!! The fans are on their feet giving Holy Shit chants!!!

As Anderson gets to her feet, she falls into the ropes, clutching at her throbbing head. Clearly the fall from earlier had done her zero favors. She fails to notice CCM getting to his feet and catching her from behind with THE TOSSER'S DEMISE! He doesn't hold it for the pin, but leaves her laid out as he goes for the ladder. CCM Climbs as fast as he can, nearly slipping off at one point due to his own intensive head trauma. The slow down proves enough to give Anderson time to recooperate, though slow in her efforts. Looking up, she sees CCM at the top of the ladder and gripping the belt for the first time in the match! He starts pulling and tugging until Anderson hits a dropkick on the ladder, knocking it out from under him!!! CCM clutches the belt and holds on for dear life, hanging from above the ring. The Champion hops back and leaps onto his legs, pulling herself up. CCM manages to kick Anderson in the face, but the Pretty Murder Machine holds on despite the blow clearly dazing her. He kicks her again and again, but a sudden raise in volume from the crowd gets his attention as he looks and sees URSULA VON ROSSBACH CLIMBING THE TURNBUCKLE!!! She shoots him that unnerving smile as he shakes his head, shouting, "NONONONONONONONOOOO!!!"

UVR nods and leaps off with a FLYING SPEAR, knocking him and Anderson both off the belt! All three land in a heap with Ursula popping up on her knees and rising with a slight stumble, then she gathers the ladder up and sets it on top off CCM, climbing up as fast as she can despite the condition she's in. Anderson starts climbing on the otherside, teeth grit and struggling the entire way. Ursula is the first to the top while CCM, pinned by the ladder in a reversal of fortune from earlier, can only look up and watch on helplessly. Anderson hits a chop. Von Rossbach follows back with a powerful right hand that nearly knocks The Champion off, only for her to suddenly lean back forward with a thunderous strike of her own. The two trade blows back and forth until suddenly Ursula hits THE BIONIC HEADBUTT, driving an already head injured Anderson off of the ladder and landing on the canvas below! CCM fights and struggles, trying to push off or get himself out from under the ladder.

Ursula grips the belt, she starts tugging it down, but just as she starts to undo the latch, CCM manages to lift the ladder off of him and tip it over! Ursula falls from the top with a growl, hitting ribs first on the ropes and going to the floor. CCM Rolls over and out of the ring. Ursula rises using the ropes, clutching at her ribs and glaring holes through CCM outside on the far side of the ring from her. Pushing off, she gets a running start, he turns around just in time to see her fly over the ropes and drive herself into him with a somersault plancha! CCM starts crawling away despite the great pain, just wanting to put distance between himself and UVR. The Lady Terminator follows him, stalking him like a predator. ODE TO MEXICO!!!! Samantha Anderson is still alive as she collides with a surprised Ursula with a twisting suicide dive of her own! CCM gets to his feet and runs away as both Ursula and Anderson get to their feet, trading vicious blows back and forth. A boot to the gut staggers Ursula and Samantha folds her up and hits VICTORY DROP ALPHA!!!! URSULA IS DOWN!!!

Anderson lays there alongside her bitter rival, panting for breath and clearly worse for wear. Meanwhile back in the ring, CCM sets up the ladder once more and starts to climb. Anderson, seeing this as she gets up, gathers one of the other ladders and leans it against the ropes. She then backs up as he gets to the top and reaches for the title once more. Anderson runs up the tilted ladder, leaps up and FLYING CLOTHESLINE TAKES CCM OFF THE LADDER! Both crash to the mat in a heap with it looking as if both had done significant damage to each other in the attack!

After a few seconds, the Champion rises on shakey legs and starts to climb with quivering arm muscles. It has taken every effort and fiber of her being not to lose this match. Rung by rung, she climbs. CCM starts to get to his feet to see Ursula Von Rossbach on the outside, hoisting a ladder up over her head! He drops just as she hurls her ladder into the one that Anderson is climbing with enough force to tip it over! With a surprised yelp, Anderson flies outside the ring and lands in a broken heap through the Time Keeper's table! CCM rolls out of the ring with Ursula in hot pursuit. The Yorkshire Terror drops down suddenly and rolls under the ring. UVR looks after him, reaching underneath but comes up empty. From the otherside, he emerges with A SHOVEL! 

Slowly he stalks behind her as she rises from a kneeling position. With a whistle he gets her attention and swings for the fences but URSULA CATCHES THE HANDLE IN HER HAND! There is a look of pure, unbridled rage on her face as she nails him with a GASTRIZEIN KICK, sending him falling back with croaked coughs to his knees. She then takes the shovel and snaps it like a twig over her knee, tossing the broken weapon aside. There's fear in CCM's eyes as he backs away from her, hands held up as the man begs for his life. Suddenly a boot raises over the guard rail to collide with Ursula's face! IT'S WMD!!! CCM's Father is out of the hospital and the seven footer initiates a surprise assault on Ursula Von Rossbach, driving her back while CCM rushes into the ring and sets the ladder up!

UVR weathers the old, powerful veteran's assault, taking a boot to the gut and finding herself in a standing headscissor. He effortlessly whips Ursula up onto his shoulders but before he could deliver a powerbomb, Ursula cracks him multiple times on the top of his skull with brutal punches then tilts and whips him into the ring barricade with a headscissor takedown reversal! Ursula gets to her feet angry and furious, wanting to demolish the old man but seeing him pretty much out gold and laying upside down, she decides to go after CCM who is now on the top of the ladder! Ursula slides into the ring and climbs up behind him. She fights back what little pain she can feel and the growing fatigue of keeping such a fast pace throughout the match.

CCM works the latch with one hand, unscrewing it, nearly getting it off the belt hook when a gloved hand envelops his and rips it away. He fires off a back elbow, but Ursula catches his other hand and then pulls both arms into a double Chicken Wing hold! He shakes his head wildly, screaming, "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

UVR rises to the very top of the ladder, lifting him up by his arms. She then hurls him off the top ladder with THE VON TERMINATOR!!! CCM lands in a broken heap on the canvas, absolutely finished! Ursula, standing on the last rung, then reaches up and grabs the belt, the latch almost undone! SAMANTHA ANDERSON PUSHES THE LADDER OVER!! Ursula grabs the cable, hanging on for dear life with one arm while the other works the last few twists of the latch! Anderson grabs her legs and tries to pull once more. Outside the ring, Winston Millar pulls himself up onto the apron and slides into the ring. He promptly boots Tolson off of Ursula, sending her rolling to the canvas, then grabs UVR's legs, pulls her up onto his shoulders and unwittingly, making her job a little easier as she released the latch just before getting BRUTALLY POWERBOMBED to the canvas! Yet as she hits, her arm raises... in her hand is the Queen of the South Championship belt!!!

WINNER AND NEW SRW QUEEN OF THE SOUTH: URSULA VON ROSSBACH!!!!

#HEAR ME NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOWWW!!!!

WMD collapsed to his knees in shock and dismay as Ursula's theme hit's the house P/A system. UVR sits up, clutching the belt close to herself, then rises to her feet with a triumphant roar! The crowd erupts as the Lady Terminator then raises the belt high over her head. She'd finally done it and achieved a goal that had been over a year in the making. She is now The Queen of the South!

Koss: I'm going to admit something. I never thought I'd ever see Ursula win the big championship belt ever again. I thought that one time in the previous company would've been it, but here she stands, tall and proud in front of the world, declaring herself The Queen of the South!

Spazz: 

WMD gets up, anger in his eyes as he approaches Ursula from behind...

Koss: Uh oh! LOOK OU-

...Ursula spins around and hits THE GREAT KICK! Clipping the big man right in the jaw and sending him flat backed to the canvas, out cold!

Spazz: WOAH FUCK!!!

Koss: GREAT KICK TAKES WMD DOWN! You're not ruining The Lady Terminator's moment old man!!!

Spazz: Fuck no!!

Koss: That's all the time we have, folks! Thank you for watching and as always, see you at the next one!!!

Spazz: ROLL THEM SICK CREDIT BEATS DAAAAWWWGGG!!!

Cue the end credits and show highlight reel as Frog Leap Studios cover of AC/DC's "ThunderStruck" plays loud, proud, and hard!"

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*CREDITS*


-TRENT MITCHELL-VS-BRUTUS H.-
Writer: Jax

-CHELSEA WINSTON-VS-JENNIFER WILLIAMS-
Writer: Chris

HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
5-WAY WEAPONS CAGE  MATCH
-JERRY WATTS (C)-VS-FAYE LANGE-VS-AURORA ZAMBROTTA-VS-BRITTANY WILLIAMS-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
Writer: Alex

-SUMMER-VS-SAVANNAH SUNSHINE-
Writer: Chris

ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP
TABLE MATCH
-HALO (C)-VS-BIANCA DAVIS-LEBLANC-

Writer: RC

SOUTHERN CROSS TAG CHAMPIONSHIP
TORNADO TAG TEAM FATAL 4 WAY
-WILDSIDE (C)-VS-SMC RIOT GROUP-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-STYLES BROTHERS-
Writer: Alex

CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
EMERALD DEATH HOUSE MATCH
-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-JULIET BLACK-
Writer: Omega

MAIN EVENT
QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT LADDER MATCH
-SAMANTHA TOLSON-ANDERSON (C)-VS-CCM-VS-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-
Writer: RC


Graphic Credit: Jax

THANKS TO ALL WHO CONTRIBUTED TO THE SHOW AND THANK YOU FOR READING! HAVE AN AWESOME NIGHT!!!