Post by Melinda Rhodes on Oct 15, 2020 19:48:14 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME - GA
10/15/2020
BELL TIME 7PM EST
SEGMENT
Chris Styles is seen outside the Rebel Star Arena where he is sitting at a table seeming relaxed as a line of fans are lined up and he seems to be signing autographs for them. Chris looks over noticing the camera crew then he nods his head as if to say yeah I see you there. Then security lets the next fan walk up to the table as she is a twenty something year old red headed fan with a huge smile across her face.
Chris Styles: Hello there nice to meet you and thanks for coming to the show.
Fan 1: Oh my god I am in total freak out mode right now it’s you!
Chris Styles: Why yes I do believe it is me or that would be just weird.
Fan 1: Chris Styles the Hulk of Wrestling!
Chris Styles: Correct again and what is your name so I can know who to make this out to?
Fan 1: My name is Christina you can just sign it For Christina and then your signature if you want.
Chris Styles: That sounds great Christina here we go.
Fan 1: Wow, thank you so much and I will be rooting for you tonight.
Chris Styles: Thanks I will need all the support I can get as it’s a huge match against a very tough opponent.
Security then motions for her to move on. Chris then waits as the next fan approaches. This fan is a bit more on the glasses and kind of shy teeneger type.
Fan 2: Hello um sir
Chris Styles: Hey man nice to meet you who do I make this out to?
Fan 2: Uh… Just Carl is fine thanks.
Chris Styles: Well Carl there you go and thanks for attending the event tonight.
Fan 2: You are welcome… And, can I just say it’s because of you that I have begun to work out and begin to feel better about my body.
Chris smiled and nodded his head then stuck out his hand shaking the fans hand.
Chris Styles: Thank you for saying that it means a lot.
Fan 2: You are going to defeat Ursula tonight I just know it.
Chris Styles: I am damned sure going to give it everything I have as I am sure she will. However with people out there like you cheering for me perhaps I will be able to dig deep enough to pull off a victory.
Fan 2: You will for you are like a superhero and superheroes always win.
Chris Styles: Well uh we try that’s for sure thanks buddy.
The fan then waves as he exits the scene and then one more fan is let through by security. This fan is a pretty tall male who was older than Chris and in fact had a bit of a mullet working.
Chris Styles: Hello sir hope you are doing well and ready to enjoy the event tonight.
Fan 3: By Jesus it’s Chris Styles the man who tonight will meet a woman he can’t defeat.
Chris Styles: Can’t? And, why do you say that?
Fan 3: Because, Miss Ursula is an unstoppable force here in Southern Wrestling. You might be good there cowboy but she is better.
Chris Styles: I see so you are an Ursula fan well that’s good she is a great woman and great champion.
Fan 3: You bet your behind she is and tonight she will hurt you sir.
Chris Styles: Always a possibility but I am pretty confident that tonight it’s my time.
Fan 3: Well then by god you best check your watch because I believe it’s broken.
Chris laughed a little then shook his head.
Chris Styles: Alright can I get your name so I can sign this photo here and give it to you?
Fan 3: No sir I just wanted to be a messenger for Ursula and tell you tonight you get crushed!
Chris Styles: I think Ursula can speak just fine for herself but think what you wish there sir and well enjoy the show because I promise tonight in the main event you will see one of the greatest matches of all time.
Fan 3: Sure but Ursula will still win said match at the end.
Chris Styles: That remains to be seen but believe what you wish and I will believe what I wish now you sir enjoy the show.
Security has this man walk away all through he was hesitant at first giving Chris some kind of evil look and mouthing words about how he will never ever be a champion.
Chris Styles: Alright well that wraps up the autograph signatures it looks like. So Savage Thursday is about to hit the air and I have the biggest match of my entire to career to get mentally ready for tonight so thank you everyone for visiting with me.
Chris shouted out to the fans that after getting his autograph stuck around on the other side of a guard rail. He then stood up and looked at the camera.
Chris Styles: It’s almost showtime and this is when the fun really begins. You know why? Because, I get to wrestle tonight and not only that I get to wrestle the great Ursula Von RossBach in the main event. It’s moments like this one tonight that I have waited for my entire career and there is no way in hell I let it slip by me. See you soon Ursula as we battle tonight a battle for the ages.
Chris winked at the camera before walking towards and then through the backstage entrance door.
-SHELBY DAWSON & JESSE STYLES-VS-MARIA SALVATORE & NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-
SEGMENT
-MAJA LINDSTROM-VS-FAYE LANGE-
SEGMENT
-CCM-VS-"MYSTERY OPPONENT"-
COMMERCIAL
-SMC RIOT GROUP-VS-PRIDE FIGHTERZ-
COMMERCIAL
ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH
-BIANCA DAVIS (C) w/VERONICA TAYLOR-VS-HALO w/B-BRAT-
SEGMENT
MAIN EVENT
NON-TITLE MATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-CHRIS STYLES-
ROME - GA
10/15/2020
BELL TIME 7PM EST
SEGMENT
**The following was recorded just a half an hour before the beginning of the show**
Chris Styles is seen outside the Rebel Star Arena where he is sitting at a table seeming relaxed as a line of fans are lined up and he seems to be signing autographs for them. Chris looks over noticing the camera crew then he nods his head as if to say yeah I see you there. Then security lets the next fan walk up to the table as she is a twenty something year old red headed fan with a huge smile across her face.
Chris Styles: Hello there nice to meet you and thanks for coming to the show.
Fan 1: Oh my god I am in total freak out mode right now it’s you!
Chris Styles: Why yes I do believe it is me or that would be just weird.
Fan 1: Chris Styles the Hulk of Wrestling!
Chris Styles: Correct again and what is your name so I can know who to make this out to?
Fan 1: My name is Christina you can just sign it For Christina and then your signature if you want.
Chris Styles: That sounds great Christina here we go.
Fan 1: Wow, thank you so much and I will be rooting for you tonight.
Chris Styles: Thanks I will need all the support I can get as it’s a huge match against a very tough opponent.
Security then motions for her to move on. Chris then waits as the next fan approaches. This fan is a bit more on the glasses and kind of shy teeneger type.
Fan 2: Hello um sir
Chris Styles: Hey man nice to meet you who do I make this out to?
Fan 2: Uh… Just Carl is fine thanks.
Chris Styles: Well Carl there you go and thanks for attending the event tonight.
Fan 2: You are welcome… And, can I just say it’s because of you that I have begun to work out and begin to feel better about my body.
Chris smiled and nodded his head then stuck out his hand shaking the fans hand.
Chris Styles: Thank you for saying that it means a lot.
Fan 2: You are going to defeat Ursula tonight I just know it.
Chris Styles: I am damned sure going to give it everything I have as I am sure she will. However with people out there like you cheering for me perhaps I will be able to dig deep enough to pull off a victory.
Fan 2: You will for you are like a superhero and superheroes always win.
Chris Styles: Well uh we try that’s for sure thanks buddy.
The fan then waves as he exits the scene and then one more fan is let through by security. This fan is a pretty tall male who was older than Chris and in fact had a bit of a mullet working.
Chris Styles: Hello sir hope you are doing well and ready to enjoy the event tonight.
Fan 3: By Jesus it’s Chris Styles the man who tonight will meet a woman he can’t defeat.
Chris Styles: Can’t? And, why do you say that?
Fan 3: Because, Miss Ursula is an unstoppable force here in Southern Wrestling. You might be good there cowboy but she is better.
Chris Styles: I see so you are an Ursula fan well that’s good she is a great woman and great champion.
Fan 3: You bet your behind she is and tonight she will hurt you sir.
Chris Styles: Always a possibility but I am pretty confident that tonight it’s my time.
Fan 3: Well then by god you best check your watch because I believe it’s broken.
Chris laughed a little then shook his head.
Chris Styles: Alright can I get your name so I can sign this photo here and give it to you?
Fan 3: No sir I just wanted to be a messenger for Ursula and tell you tonight you get crushed!
Chris Styles: I think Ursula can speak just fine for herself but think what you wish there sir and well enjoy the show because I promise tonight in the main event you will see one of the greatest matches of all time.
Fan 3: Sure but Ursula will still win said match at the end.
Chris Styles: That remains to be seen but believe what you wish and I will believe what I wish now you sir enjoy the show.
Security has this man walk away all through he was hesitant at first giving Chris some kind of evil look and mouthing words about how he will never ever be a champion.
Chris Styles: Alright well that wraps up the autograph signatures it looks like. So Savage Thursday is about to hit the air and I have the biggest match of my entire to career to get mentally ready for tonight so thank you everyone for visiting with me.
Chris shouted out to the fans that after getting his autograph stuck around on the other side of a guard rail. He then stood up and looked at the camera.
Chris Styles: It’s almost showtime and this is when the fun really begins. You know why? Because, I get to wrestle tonight and not only that I get to wrestle the great Ursula Von RossBach in the main event. It’s moments like this one tonight that I have waited for my entire career and there is no way in hell I let it slip by me. See you soon Ursula as we battle tonight a battle for the ages.
Chris winked at the camera before walking towards and then through the backstage entrance door.
INTRO
Pyro explodes all over the stage in synchronous to In this Moment's cover of the Blondie hit, "Call Me" hits the house P/A as a highlight reel of the last several months plays over the Star Tron over the entrance arch. The crowd gets into it, headbanging as does Jenny Beck, who steps out performing a near perfect air guitar accompaniment on the stage!
She then rushes down to the ring, slides in and hops to her feet.
Jenny Beck: REBEL SOUTH ROME GGGGEEEEEORGIA! HOW THE FUCK ARE YYYYOOOOOUUUU??!!!
*HUGE POP!*
Beck: WE GOT LIGHTS! CAMERA! ROCK N' ROLL! BODIES WAITING TO GET BROKEN! JOE KOSS! MIKE SPAZZ AT THE TABLE! IT'S SAVAGE THHHHUUUURRRSDAY!!!
We cut to the commentary booth where indeed we find Joe Koss and Mike Spazz!
Spazz: SUP MOFUGGAS!!!
Koss: Welcome to another edition of Savage Thursday! We've one hell of a show lined up and a main event that should absolutely blow the roof off this building!
Spazz: Chris Styles don't know what the fuck he's in for! Few hold victories over Ursula Von Rossbach here in SRW. Fewer still are capable of walking out under their own power when she's done with 'em! Win or lose, if Chris can walk the fuck away from the car wreck he's got coming, he should count his lucky stars!
Koss: Indeed! Samantha Tolson faces game competition with one Forge Mitchell, a man known for his psychotic tendencies.
Spazz: Ya' know, if it weren't for wrestling, psychos wouldn't have jobs yo!
Koss: You've got a point there.
Spazz: Of course I do, I'm a super badass fucking genius!
Koss: Be that as it may, our first match of the night features Shelby Dawson and Jesse Styles taking on Maria Salvatore and the Narcoleptic Ninja!
She then rushes down to the ring, slides in and hops to her feet.
Jenny Beck: REBEL SOUTH ROME GGGGEEEEEORGIA! HOW THE FUCK ARE YYYYOOOOOUUUU??!!!
*HUGE POP!*
Beck: WE GOT LIGHTS! CAMERA! ROCK N' ROLL! BODIES WAITING TO GET BROKEN! JOE KOSS! MIKE SPAZZ AT THE TABLE! IT'S SAVAGE THHHHUUUURRRSDAY!!!
We cut to the commentary booth where indeed we find Joe Koss and Mike Spazz!
Spazz: SUP MOFUGGAS!!!
Koss: Welcome to another edition of Savage Thursday! We've one hell of a show lined up and a main event that should absolutely blow the roof off this building!
Spazz: Chris Styles don't know what the fuck he's in for! Few hold victories over Ursula Von Rossbach here in SRW. Fewer still are capable of walking out under their own power when she's done with 'em! Win or lose, if Chris can walk the fuck away from the car wreck he's got coming, he should count his lucky stars!
Koss: Indeed! Samantha Tolson faces game competition with one Forge Mitchell, a man known for his psychotic tendencies.
Spazz: Ya' know, if it weren't for wrestling, psychos wouldn't have jobs yo!
Koss: You've got a point there.
Spazz: Of course I do, I'm a super badass fucking genius!
Koss: Be that as it may, our first match of the night features Shelby Dawson and Jesse Styles taking on Maria Salvatore and the Narcoleptic Ninja!
-SHELBY DAWSON & JESSE STYLES-VS-MARIA SALVATORE & NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-
The bell sounds and the Narcoleptic Ninja begins to go into what appears to be some kind of meditation trance. Maria, Jesse and Shelby all simply stare at him as he goes through several motions, never opening his eyes to look at any of them as he does so. The referee waves a hand in front of the Ninja but it has no effect. With a shrug of shoulders, ther referee backs off and motions at everyone to start the match. Shelby and Jesse look to each other and nod before charging in. The Ninja suddenly moves and fires down a smoke bomb. Shelby and Jesse arrive at the cloud to find the large Ninja has vanished. As they turn, Maria jumps at them and catches both unaware with a crossbody. Jesse manages to catch her while her feet hit Shelby just enough to knock her to one knee. Shelby stands back up and as they go to slam Maria, the Ninja reappears seemingly out of nowhere and jumps into a crossbody of his own. All three, are crushed underneath his bulk as they crash to the mat.
Shelby gets a shoulder up and Jesse manages to roll the Ninja off of them, Maria getting out from the middle of the sandwich herself. As the three of them all hyperventilate to try and recover they all look over to find the Ninja snoring next to them. All three stare in utter disbelief, the referee joining in gaping at the now sleeping Ninja, shock and awe passing over all four of them in rapid succession.
Maria jumps on Shelby for a cover. Shelby reverses and Maria tries to take a hold. Jesse pulls Maria off and throws her towards the corner. Shelby gets up, taking a kickboxing stance. As Jesse advances on Maria, the Narcoleptic Ninja causes another cloud of smoke to envelope them both. Jesse waves it away, coughing as he does so and then gets dragged back into it. Maria runs out of the corner and eats a wicked head kick from Shelby. Maria goes down and Shelby covers.
1!!! 2!!! The Ninja appears out of nowhere again and breaks it up. He pulls Shelby off and throws her a few steps, allowing Maria to get up and jump into a tornado ddt. Maria covers Shelby. 1-2-Shelby kicks out!
As the two women get to their feet, Maria looks to her corner to call her partner over only to find the Ninja sleeping in the corner on the apron as if he’d been in mid step out when he went down. Maria stares and Shelby clocks her with a big punch. Maria staggers and Shelby catches her with a left foot kick that almost puts her down followed by a right foot one that knocks her stone cold out. Jesse walks over and scoops up Shelby, slamming her onto Maria to allow Shelby to take the cover. 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: SHELBY DAWSON & JESSIE STYLES!
Joe Koss: That was a hell of a kick!
Mike Spazz: You know what they say, yo! Left foot, hospital, right foot, morgue!
Shelby gets a shoulder up and Jesse manages to roll the Ninja off of them, Maria getting out from the middle of the sandwich herself. As the three of them all hyperventilate to try and recover they all look over to find the Ninja snoring next to them. All three stare in utter disbelief, the referee joining in gaping at the now sleeping Ninja, shock and awe passing over all four of them in rapid succession.
Maria jumps on Shelby for a cover. Shelby reverses and Maria tries to take a hold. Jesse pulls Maria off and throws her towards the corner. Shelby gets up, taking a kickboxing stance. As Jesse advances on Maria, the Narcoleptic Ninja causes another cloud of smoke to envelope them both. Jesse waves it away, coughing as he does so and then gets dragged back into it. Maria runs out of the corner and eats a wicked head kick from Shelby. Maria goes down and Shelby covers.
1!!! 2!!! The Ninja appears out of nowhere again and breaks it up. He pulls Shelby off and throws her a few steps, allowing Maria to get up and jump into a tornado ddt. Maria covers Shelby. 1-2-Shelby kicks out!
As the two women get to their feet, Maria looks to her corner to call her partner over only to find the Ninja sleeping in the corner on the apron as if he’d been in mid step out when he went down. Maria stares and Shelby clocks her with a big punch. Maria staggers and Shelby catches her with a left foot kick that almost puts her down followed by a right foot one that knocks her stone cold out. Jesse walks over and scoops up Shelby, slamming her onto Maria to allow Shelby to take the cover. 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: SHELBY DAWSON & JESSIE STYLES!
Joe Koss: That was a hell of a kick!
Mike Spazz: You know what they say, yo! Left foot, hospital, right foot, morgue!
SEGMENT
The scene is Samantha's locker room, as she sits in her gear just before her matchup with Forge Mitchell. Navy blue singlet with gold trim, white boots, and her lavender 'Bombs Away' shirt over her torso. She sits up tall and proud as she begins.
"So let's address the elephant in the room shall we? That's you, Ursula Von Rossbach."
"There is a great many things I could say to you right now, all of them true down to the very last syllable. But I'll forgo all that...for now...and focus on your little history lesson regarding the Queen of the South Championship. It was good, nee even great. Yet you left out some details I thought maybe you'd like to be reminded of."
"You say I was gifted the Cosmic Championship because I didn't defeat the woman now known as Jessica Matthews. That's true. I can't deny it. What you left out, however, is the fact that she couldn't beat me either. That by some divine stroke, both of us made the other bleed at exactly the same time, causing a dual fall."
"I didn't want the Cosmic belt that way, but as politics go I was given no choice. I was drafted to that division of the company and set to be its top champion. You've no idea how much that whole charade irks me. How much it sticks in my gut like a bad meal that won't pass."
"It remains the only title I've not earned inside the ring. And it will remain that way until my days of combat end. I am powerless to change it."
Samantha adjusts herself slightly.
"Now...you claimed that after Melinda Rhodes released me, you were put into a match with three other women for that title. Also true. But what you left out is one name you can't be bothered to remember, and mentioned two others who, being honest, had no right to challenge for that title. Just as you say I jumped the line, Ursula...so did you back then."
"What should have been any number of wars between us was undone by backstage tomfoolery. And I will fully admit my part of it, but the fact remains you followed in my footsteps."
"Come into the recent past, and you're still doing the same. Angry because I earned an opportunity, pissed off because I took advantage of it...and in the span of two weeks did something it took you many months and three tries to do."
"Defeat Zoey Madigan-Star."
"Even now you sling all the mud you can at me. You know what though? That's fine. Sling your mud, talk your trash. I've heard all of it before. But one thing you mentioned will never happen."
"If you think for a hot damn second you can intimidate me into rescinding my contractual rematch you're batshit crazy."
"Not giving that up, Ursula. Nothing you can say or do will ever bring that about. Ever. Try, and you only add fuel to the fire."
"But I will tell you what I will do. I'm gonna put that in my back pocket for now. What I'm going to do is run through the baddest people Melinda has or will sign to this company."
"Because when I invoke that rematch? Not even you will doubt I've again earned the right to face you for the title. Not one shred of doubt. Because that ladder match, and the tag match before it, taught me a lot about you."
"Despite the aura of invincibility you try to project, champ, you're just as beatable as anyone else. And when I come calling for you again...and believe me that I will...I will put an end to your time as champion."
Samantha pauses for a brief moment to let that sink in deep.
"It starts tonight with Forge, a man with no plan other than to try and hurt me in that ring. He might well do just that. We'll see."
"But pay close attention, Ursula. He may hurt me. Might make me bleed. The one thing he isn't doing is winning this match."
"First I'll remove all your doubt."
"Then when it's time?"
"I'll remove that title from you."
"I'm coming Ursula. I've told you plainly what the path is. You can either prepare…"
Samantha stares straight into the camera, fire seemingly in her blue eyes.
"...or get run the fuck over. Either way, however, I'm taking back that championship."
Samantha leans back a bit.
"Forge, don't think I'm overlooking you. I'm not in any way. You want a fight and you'll get one."
"You talk a lot about how you're going to hurt me, how you're going to break me on your way to that big matchup for the Hardcore Title. About how you'll use me to send some sort of message to the current champion about the pain and misery you'll inflict upon him."
"I will tell you the same thing I just told Ursula. You might just hurt me out there. I'm not some unbreakable robot. I have previous injuries, and God knows by the time I'm done there will be more."
"But you're not beating me. I'm not your messenger, and you won't be sending Watts a message using me. So we'll throw hands all night long if needed...but the message to send belongs to me."
"Machine versus Machine."
"Let's see how well you hold up with a suplex-driven concussion."
"See you in the ring, Forge."
Samantha turns behind herself, grabbing a water bottle and taking a drink as the scene ends.
Koss: I think Sam Tolson is splitting hairs here.
Spazz: Ursula ran her ass down in that promo at the last event. You think she's gonna' just lay back and take it?
Koss: Not at all, but this? I don't think it's the wisest thing she could've done. She's about to go to war with the demons inside Forge Mitchell's head and she's talking about the champion way more? This could cost her in a match that may be more high stakes than she realizes!
Spazz: Motherfucker looks like he'd cut you open and spill your blood, guts, and nuts all over the floor for a store-brand Klondike bar, not even the real thing!
Koss: Maja Lindstrom takes on Faye Lange, next!
"So let's address the elephant in the room shall we? That's you, Ursula Von Rossbach."
"There is a great many things I could say to you right now, all of them true down to the very last syllable. But I'll forgo all that...for now...and focus on your little history lesson regarding the Queen of the South Championship. It was good, nee even great. Yet you left out some details I thought maybe you'd like to be reminded of."
"You say I was gifted the Cosmic Championship because I didn't defeat the woman now known as Jessica Matthews. That's true. I can't deny it. What you left out, however, is the fact that she couldn't beat me either. That by some divine stroke, both of us made the other bleed at exactly the same time, causing a dual fall."
"I didn't want the Cosmic belt that way, but as politics go I was given no choice. I was drafted to that division of the company and set to be its top champion. You've no idea how much that whole charade irks me. How much it sticks in my gut like a bad meal that won't pass."
"It remains the only title I've not earned inside the ring. And it will remain that way until my days of combat end. I am powerless to change it."
Samantha adjusts herself slightly.
"Now...you claimed that after Melinda Rhodes released me, you were put into a match with three other women for that title. Also true. But what you left out is one name you can't be bothered to remember, and mentioned two others who, being honest, had no right to challenge for that title. Just as you say I jumped the line, Ursula...so did you back then."
"What should have been any number of wars between us was undone by backstage tomfoolery. And I will fully admit my part of it, but the fact remains you followed in my footsteps."
"Come into the recent past, and you're still doing the same. Angry because I earned an opportunity, pissed off because I took advantage of it...and in the span of two weeks did something it took you many months and three tries to do."
"Defeat Zoey Madigan-Star."
"Even now you sling all the mud you can at me. You know what though? That's fine. Sling your mud, talk your trash. I've heard all of it before. But one thing you mentioned will never happen."
"If you think for a hot damn second you can intimidate me into rescinding my contractual rematch you're batshit crazy."
"Not giving that up, Ursula. Nothing you can say or do will ever bring that about. Ever. Try, and you only add fuel to the fire."
"But I will tell you what I will do. I'm gonna put that in my back pocket for now. What I'm going to do is run through the baddest people Melinda has or will sign to this company."
"Because when I invoke that rematch? Not even you will doubt I've again earned the right to face you for the title. Not one shred of doubt. Because that ladder match, and the tag match before it, taught me a lot about you."
"Despite the aura of invincibility you try to project, champ, you're just as beatable as anyone else. And when I come calling for you again...and believe me that I will...I will put an end to your time as champion."
Samantha pauses for a brief moment to let that sink in deep.
"It starts tonight with Forge, a man with no plan other than to try and hurt me in that ring. He might well do just that. We'll see."
"But pay close attention, Ursula. He may hurt me. Might make me bleed. The one thing he isn't doing is winning this match."
"First I'll remove all your doubt."
"Then when it's time?"
"I'll remove that title from you."
"I'm coming Ursula. I've told you plainly what the path is. You can either prepare…"
Samantha stares straight into the camera, fire seemingly in her blue eyes.
"...or get run the fuck over. Either way, however, I'm taking back that championship."
Samantha leans back a bit.
"Forge, don't think I'm overlooking you. I'm not in any way. You want a fight and you'll get one."
"You talk a lot about how you're going to hurt me, how you're going to break me on your way to that big matchup for the Hardcore Title. About how you'll use me to send some sort of message to the current champion about the pain and misery you'll inflict upon him."
"I will tell you the same thing I just told Ursula. You might just hurt me out there. I'm not some unbreakable robot. I have previous injuries, and God knows by the time I'm done there will be more."
"But you're not beating me. I'm not your messenger, and you won't be sending Watts a message using me. So we'll throw hands all night long if needed...but the message to send belongs to me."
"Machine versus Machine."
"Let's see how well you hold up with a suplex-driven concussion."
"See you in the ring, Forge."
Samantha turns behind herself, grabbing a water bottle and taking a drink as the scene ends.
Koss: I think Sam Tolson is splitting hairs here.
Spazz: Ursula ran her ass down in that promo at the last event. You think she's gonna' just lay back and take it?
Koss: Not at all, but this? I don't think it's the wisest thing she could've done. She's about to go to war with the demons inside Forge Mitchell's head and she's talking about the champion way more? This could cost her in a match that may be more high stakes than she realizes!
Spazz: Motherfucker looks like he'd cut you open and spill your blood, guts, and nuts all over the floor for a store-brand Klondike bar, not even the real thing!
Koss: Maja Lindstrom takes on Faye Lange, next!
-MAJA LINDSTROM-VS-FAYE LANGE-
The bell rang as Faye and Maja headed to the center of the ring both getting positive reactions from the fans. Once they reached the center of the ring they locked up and it was Faye who had the advantage in the strength department forcing Maja back into one of the corners. The ref counted to four then Faye released from the grapple which was shockingly enough a clean break from both women. Faye back a few steps up but is caught off guard when Maja nails her with a spinning elbow with speed and precision. Now Faye was a bit rocked but still on her feet as Maja bounced off the ropes then attempted a running close line but Faye ducked under it and as Maja turned around she got met by a devastating european uppercut. Maja managed to stay on her feet but was sent several feet backwards. She now holds her jaw as Faye moves towards her but Maja strikes with a knife edge chop across Faye's chest then another and one more for good measure. Faye gritted her teeth from the chops obviously having felt them. Then Maja went for a leaping crossbody but Faye caught her in her arms and dropped her with an impressive fall away slam!
This impact of Maja hitting the mat caused her body to roll outside the ring while Faye back inside the ring looked a bit annoyed after seeing how her opponent ended up outside the ring. Faye though looked out at the fans and got a few Faye chants from just looking out at them. Maja on the other hand who was rocked slowly rolled back into the ring and got back to her feet however Faye charges in grabbing Maja and dropping her with a vertical suplex. Now Faye looked to be in the driver's seat as Maja slowly once again got back to her feet. But, when Maja did get up Faye went towards her for a stiff right hand but Maja ducked it then hit a standing drop kick to Faye. This caused Faye to drop to one knee and now Maja tried to seize the moment as she ran across the ring bouncing off the ropes but before she could hit anything Faye had gotten back to her feet and when Maja came close Faye laid her out with a big left boot to Majas face! Maja was down and dang near had her head taken clean off. Now Faye brings Maja back to her feet as Maja looks out on her feet. Faye lifted Maja Lindstorm up into the air and MAELSTORM!!!! Faye makes the pin after hitting that impressive F-5 into a Stunner.
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: FAYE LANGE!!!
This impact of Maja hitting the mat caused her body to roll outside the ring while Faye back inside the ring looked a bit annoyed after seeing how her opponent ended up outside the ring. Faye though looked out at the fans and got a few Faye chants from just looking out at them. Maja on the other hand who was rocked slowly rolled back into the ring and got back to her feet however Faye charges in grabbing Maja and dropping her with a vertical suplex. Now Faye looked to be in the driver's seat as Maja slowly once again got back to her feet. But, when Maja did get up Faye went towards her for a stiff right hand but Maja ducked it then hit a standing drop kick to Faye. This caused Faye to drop to one knee and now Maja tried to seize the moment as she ran across the ring bouncing off the ropes but before she could hit anything Faye had gotten back to her feet and when Maja came close Faye laid her out with a big left boot to Majas face! Maja was down and dang near had her head taken clean off. Now Faye brings Maja back to her feet as Maja looks out on her feet. Faye lifted Maja Lindstorm up into the air and MAELSTORM!!!! Faye makes the pin after hitting that impressive F-5 into a Stunner.
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: FAYE LANGE!!!
Koss: Faye Lange taking down Spazz's prized SwedeReole!
Spazz: SHE GOT LUCKY!!!
Koss: That wasn't luck. Maja got put down hard by a Danish Redhead who knows a thing or two about throwing human bodies in creative ways!
Spazz: She's hot as fuck, no lie, but she ain't replacing my girl!
Spazz: SHE GOT LUCKY!!!
Koss: That wasn't luck. Maja got put down hard by a Danish Redhead who knows a thing or two about throwing human bodies in creative ways!
Spazz: She's hot as fuck, no lie, but she ain't replacing my girl!
SEGMENT
The scene opens up to a video shows up on a screen with the following words in a feminine catty voice.
The Following announcement has been paid for by wrestling's pretties tag team which contains your Ascendant Champion. The Uggo slaying, basic destroying, fashionistas of SRW The Pretty Committee.
Then the camera flips to inside a beauty parlor with a whole bunch of beauty products around them, as well as pictures of the Pretty Committee all around as sitting in matching chairs with their legs crossed wearing matching pink pretty committee t-shirts, black leather pants, and high heel boots is none other than Veronica Taylor who is sitting on the right of the current Ascendant Champion Bianca Davis. Who had the Ascendant title on her shoulder as she smirked at the camera proudly.
Bianca Davis: Tired of being basics?
A picture of Halo Annis showed up, along with a video flash of her being distracted by Veronica Taylor at Dog Days.
Veronica Taylor: You should be!
Then it cuts to Bianca suplexing her through the table, as the fans boo in the shot loudly. Then it cuts back to them.
Veronica Taylor: Then buy our Pretty Committee self help kit for 399.99 but due to most basics and uggos also being freakin poor and losers. We have decided to make this deal 349.99 I mean you can afford that? If not well we got a cheaper alternative for you.
Bianca Davis: Yes, its called the brown paper bag, something Ugloo should be wearing honestly.
Bianca pulled out two, one has Veronicas face on it the other has her own face.
Bianca Davis: Now you get to pick which one you get to wear. It was the only thing missing from our makeover of Halo’s fugly wife. Uganity Williams.
The screen cuts to a shot of the double team move after the match on Brittany Willliams who had ran out to help her wife. Then it shows shots of Halo running as the Pretty Committee was laughing and running off with the damage done.
Veronica Taylor: Dog Days, was such a fun night it was the night SRW got pretty you know this girl next to me was robbed of her Conquest title and was never given a rightful title match? No matter which uggo she beat?
Bianca Davis: Ugh, tell me instead Ugloo and company got al the special treatment from the office. While I had to take on people like Rose! And I embrassed that butch hell they even let in Dog face Tolson of all people. Pushed her as a face of the company right away giving her a title shot against Zoe.
Bianca made a disgusted face as it showed a picture of Samantha Tolson winning the Queen of the South title before she fell to Ursuala Von Rossbach, to lose said title.
Veronica Taylor: Shes so obsessed with you just like Ugloo is with me it's pathetic. She blames me why because she got distracted? I mean look at me how is that my fault I just wanted to give my bestie over here some moral support.
The video shows a clip of Veronica waking out with Halo getting distracted.
Bianca Davis: I mean she should have kept her uggo eyes on the prize right?
Bianca holds up the SRW Ascendant title high and puts it closer to the camera.
Bianca Davis: Because that match was fit for a bar hoping disgusting lower class cretin like yourself and you couldn’t get the job done. Pity that, but don’t worry come this Thursday there will be another lesson in the works for you.
The screen shows shots of Halo on the ground through the table while Bianca is holding up her title.
Bianca Davis: See a ladder match you are gonna come in and try and reach the title once again. To take what I have earned but that is not gonna happen because once again I am gonna the prize why? Because SRW needs me to do it. As tough as you are Ugloo you are no the face this company needs representing it. After all if their is a face fo SRW it should be pretty. And one are prettier than the Pretty Committee.
Veronica Tayor: Duh like lets face it Ugloo has never beaten either one of us one on one not me nor you. And at Savage Thursday the same story is gonna play out she's gonna go all out I am sure give you everything shes got then some, but at the end of the night that tite is gonna be in the Pretty Committee where it belongs.
They share a catty giggle with each other, as they then look into the camera with a smirk as they say.
Pretty Committee: Sorry bout it Ugloo.
Pretty Committee blows matching kisses toward the camera, as the scene then fades to black.
The preceding announcement was paid for by the Pretty Committee sorry bout it basics appear in pink letters, before fading away.
The Following announcement has been paid for by wrestling's pretties tag team which contains your Ascendant Champion. The Uggo slaying, basic destroying, fashionistas of SRW The Pretty Committee.
Then the camera flips to inside a beauty parlor with a whole bunch of beauty products around them, as well as pictures of the Pretty Committee all around as sitting in matching chairs with their legs crossed wearing matching pink pretty committee t-shirts, black leather pants, and high heel boots is none other than Veronica Taylor who is sitting on the right of the current Ascendant Champion Bianca Davis. Who had the Ascendant title on her shoulder as she smirked at the camera proudly.
Bianca Davis: Tired of being basics?
A picture of Halo Annis showed up, along with a video flash of her being distracted by Veronica Taylor at Dog Days.
Veronica Taylor: You should be!
Then it cuts to Bianca suplexing her through the table, as the fans boo in the shot loudly. Then it cuts back to them.
Veronica Taylor: Then buy our Pretty Committee self help kit for 399.99 but due to most basics and uggos also being freakin poor and losers. We have decided to make this deal 349.99 I mean you can afford that? If not well we got a cheaper alternative for you.
Bianca Davis: Yes, its called the brown paper bag, something Ugloo should be wearing honestly.
Bianca pulled out two, one has Veronicas face on it the other has her own face.
Bianca Davis: Now you get to pick which one you get to wear. It was the only thing missing from our makeover of Halo’s fugly wife. Uganity Williams.
The screen cuts to a shot of the double team move after the match on Brittany Willliams who had ran out to help her wife. Then it shows shots of Halo running as the Pretty Committee was laughing and running off with the damage done.
Veronica Taylor: Dog Days, was such a fun night it was the night SRW got pretty you know this girl next to me was robbed of her Conquest title and was never given a rightful title match? No matter which uggo she beat?
Bianca Davis: Ugh, tell me instead Ugloo and company got al the special treatment from the office. While I had to take on people like Rose! And I embrassed that butch hell they even let in Dog face Tolson of all people. Pushed her as a face of the company right away giving her a title shot against Zoe.
Bianca made a disgusted face as it showed a picture of Samantha Tolson winning the Queen of the South title before she fell to Ursuala Von Rossbach, to lose said title.
Veronica Taylor: Shes so obsessed with you just like Ugloo is with me it's pathetic. She blames me why because she got distracted? I mean look at me how is that my fault I just wanted to give my bestie over here some moral support.
The video shows a clip of Veronica waking out with Halo getting distracted.
Bianca Davis: I mean she should have kept her uggo eyes on the prize right?
Bianca holds up the SRW Ascendant title high and puts it closer to the camera.
Bianca Davis: Because that match was fit for a bar hoping disgusting lower class cretin like yourself and you couldn’t get the job done. Pity that, but don’t worry come this Thursday there will be another lesson in the works for you.
The screen shows shots of Halo on the ground through the table while Bianca is holding up her title.
Bianca Davis: See a ladder match you are gonna come in and try and reach the title once again. To take what I have earned but that is not gonna happen because once again I am gonna the prize why? Because SRW needs me to do it. As tough as you are Ugloo you are no the face this company needs representing it. After all if their is a face fo SRW it should be pretty. And one are prettier than the Pretty Committee.
Veronica Tayor: Duh like lets face it Ugloo has never beaten either one of us one on one not me nor you. And at Savage Thursday the same story is gonna play out she's gonna go all out I am sure give you everything shes got then some, but at the end of the night that tite is gonna be in the Pretty Committee where it belongs.
They share a catty giggle with each other, as they then look into the camera with a smirk as they say.
Pretty Committee: Sorry bout it Ugloo.
Pretty Committee blows matching kisses toward the camera, as the scene then fades to black.
The preceding announcement was paid for by the Pretty Committee sorry bout it basics appear in pink letters, before fading away.
Spazz: The fuck is an Ugloo? An Igloo you take a shit in? "UUUUUUGLOOOO!" pladoooosh!
Koss: The Pretty Committee has never been known for being the most creative with insults. I'd say that was a stretch for them by itself.
Koss: The Pretty Committee has never been known for being the most creative with insults. I'd say that was a stretch for them by itself.
-CCM-VS-"MYSTERY OPPONENT"-
CCM enters the ring rather annoyed, demanding who the identity of this mystery foe be many times over before suddenly an all too familiar bit of music hits the PA system and out steps his Ex-Wife, Christina Zdunich. “YOU’VE GOT TO BE JOKING!” he yells out with an eye roll and a visible backwards slump of his body. She gets into the ring and the bell rings.
CCM immediately sprints across the ring and engages Crystal Z. It devolves rather quickly from holds and transitions to slaps, chops, and kicks. Back and forth the two brawl until suddenly they both deliver eye rakes to each other simultaneously stagger back holding their faces. Suddenly Crystal rushes in at CCM and ducks a clothesline by dropping to her knees with a little slide, Rebel style.
She promptly goes for the low blow but CCM knows his ex so well that he catches the arm, gives it a twist, clenches the forearm with his thighs and jumps up and drops to his knees to give her arm a nasty jolt before flipping over and rolling her into a cross armbar!
Brutally wrenching at the arm, Crystal Z’s comeback is off to a rocky start as she’s forced to tap out!
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: CCM!!!
CCM immediately sprints across the ring and engages Crystal Z. It devolves rather quickly from holds and transitions to slaps, chops, and kicks. Back and forth the two brawl until suddenly they both deliver eye rakes to each other simultaneously stagger back holding their faces. Suddenly Crystal rushes in at CCM and ducks a clothesline by dropping to her knees with a little slide, Rebel style.
She promptly goes for the low blow but CCM knows his ex so well that he catches the arm, gives it a twist, clenches the forearm with his thighs and jumps up and drops to his knees to give her arm a nasty jolt before flipping over and rolling her into a cross armbar!
Brutally wrenching at the arm, Crystal Z’s comeback is off to a rocky start as she’s forced to tap out!
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: CCM!!!
Koss: Well... that was something!
Spazz: Crystal Z is back and nothing has changed!
Koss: It was certainly entertaining, I'll give it that much! We'll be back after a word from our sponsors!
Spazz: Crystal Z is back and nothing has changed!
Koss: It was certainly entertaining, I'll give it that much! We'll be back after a word from our sponsors!
COMMERCIAL
-SMC RIOT GROUP-VS-PRIDE FIGHTERZ-
Bandit and Avery step out to start, Bullet and Asher stepping out to their respective corners. Bandit and Avery lock-up in a traditional collars dn elbow tie-up. Avery takes a stride headlock on Bandit and then scores a takedown where she tries for the mount for some ground and pound. Bandit reverses into a cradle.
1!!! 2!!! Avery kicks out and reverses the cradle. 1!!! 2!!! Bandit kicks out. Asher calls for Avery to tag him but she jumps for another mount. Bandit catches her and rolls through into a victory roll type cover. 1!!! 2!!! Avery kicks out. As the two get to their feet, Avery runs in behind Bandit and egst her in an O’Connor roll. 1!!! 2!!! Bandit kicks out.
Avery makes the tag to Asher and Bandit goes for a basement dropkick on his legs as he comes in. Asher sidesteps the move and Bandit lands on the mat, facedown. Asher drops an elbow to her back and then slaps on a crossface, looking for the Crucifixion. Bandit rolls over into a cover but Asher keeps rolling and gets the Crucifixion. Bandit gets her foot on the ropes and the referee calls for the break. Asher gives it and drags Bandit up by her hair. Taking a second grip with his other hand, he swings her around and brings her down into a facebuster by his own corner. He tags in Avery and rolls Bandit over. Avery jumps in and Asher catches her for an assisted leg drop onto Bandit. Avery covers. 1!!! 2!!! Bandit gets a shoulder up!
Avery tags Asher and pulls Bandit up to her feet. Avery pins her shoulders back to hold her up for Avery. Asher comes in but Bandit kicks Avery and gets loose just in time for Asher to connect with wicked lariat on his own partner. Avery goes down and Bandit makes the tag to Bullet. Bullet slingshots herself into a flying forearm shot on Asher. He goes down hard and Bullet covers.1!!! 2!!! Avery breaks it up.
Bullet gets a back elbow on Avery and Bandit tackles her away. Asher looks to cradle Bullet but eats a punch to the mouth on the mat and Bullet backs away. Bandit gets in a dropkick on Avery that sends her falling into Asher. Bullet uses the momentary miscue to crack Asher with a big elbow strike that sends him to the ropes. Bandit runs over to finish off the Riotstarter. As Bullet covers Asher, Bandit tackles Avery again. 1!!! 2!!! 3!!!
WINNERS BY PINFALL: THE SMC RIOT GROUP!
The bell chimes and Bullet and Bandit step away from the Pride Fighterz, looking at them and shaking their heads in awe before extending their hands. Avery and Asher stare at them for a second before accepting the handshakes.
Koss: That was a great contest between two very game tag teams but The Pride Fighterz came up a little short.
Spazz: The Riot Group's never one you want to sleep on, believe that!
SEGMENT
-FORGE MITCHELL-VS-SAMANTHA TOLSON-1!!! 2!!! Avery kicks out and reverses the cradle. 1!!! 2!!! Bandit kicks out. Asher calls for Avery to tag him but she jumps for another mount. Bandit catches her and rolls through into a victory roll type cover. 1!!! 2!!! Avery kicks out. As the two get to their feet, Avery runs in behind Bandit and egst her in an O’Connor roll. 1!!! 2!!! Bandit kicks out.
Avery makes the tag to Asher and Bandit goes for a basement dropkick on his legs as he comes in. Asher sidesteps the move and Bandit lands on the mat, facedown. Asher drops an elbow to her back and then slaps on a crossface, looking for the Crucifixion. Bandit rolls over into a cover but Asher keeps rolling and gets the Crucifixion. Bandit gets her foot on the ropes and the referee calls for the break. Asher gives it and drags Bandit up by her hair. Taking a second grip with his other hand, he swings her around and brings her down into a facebuster by his own corner. He tags in Avery and rolls Bandit over. Avery jumps in and Asher catches her for an assisted leg drop onto Bandit. Avery covers. 1!!! 2!!! Bandit gets a shoulder up!
Avery tags Asher and pulls Bandit up to her feet. Avery pins her shoulders back to hold her up for Avery. Asher comes in but Bandit kicks Avery and gets loose just in time for Asher to connect with wicked lariat on his own partner. Avery goes down and Bandit makes the tag to Bullet. Bullet slingshots herself into a flying forearm shot on Asher. He goes down hard and Bullet covers.1!!! 2!!! Avery breaks it up.
Bullet gets a back elbow on Avery and Bandit tackles her away. Asher looks to cradle Bullet but eats a punch to the mouth on the mat and Bullet backs away. Bandit gets in a dropkick on Avery that sends her falling into Asher. Bullet uses the momentary miscue to crack Asher with a big elbow strike that sends him to the ropes. Bandit runs over to finish off the Riotstarter. As Bullet covers Asher, Bandit tackles Avery again. 1!!! 2!!! 3!!!
WINNERS BY PINFALL: THE SMC RIOT GROUP!
The bell chimes and Bullet and Bandit step away from the Pride Fighterz, looking at them and shaking their heads in awe before extending their hands. Avery and Asher stare at them for a second before accepting the handshakes.
Koss: That was a great contest between two very game tag teams but The Pride Fighterz came up a little short.
Spazz: The Riot Group's never one you want to sleep on, believe that!
SEGMENT
The camera opens backstage on Halo glaring into the lens.
Halo: A ladder match…
She nods almost excitedly.
Halo: You know, Bianca, this should scare you on some level even though I know you’re too stupid and arrogant to admit it if it did.
The glare returns only with more intensity.
Halo: You called me gutter slime and, as I said, damn right I am and that’s the part that should scare you. We all already know the shortcuts you’re willing to take to win a match. Hell, we’ve seen them in at least three places between you and me here, Vero and me in SCU and Mama Chrys, Mama Sel and Aunt Z and y’all in WWA. We’ve seen y’all are willing to go places to stay places…
Rubbing her hands together, Halo nods to the camera.
Halo: But you gotta ask y’allselves….
She cocks her head as her hands continue to rub together, a slight knowing smirk coming across her face.
Halo: If I’m the trashy gutter slime that you think and say I am…
She nods in knowing acknowledgement, as if the question was the single most absurd thing she’s ever heard in her entire life.
Halo: And I am…
Her hands separate.
Halo: What will somebody like me, who’s used to clawing, biting and scratching, who’s used to erating things that would make a billy goat puke his fuckin’ brains out, who’s used to smells and sights that would make you and Vero and everyone else like you so revolted that you wouldn’t even enter that room and yet I spent years in those very places!, what will I do to you to get that belt back?
Pointing to herself she nods slowly.
Halo: I have had to fight for everything I have ever gotten and you’re damn right I’m ready to and do things others wouldn’t dream of against you! You might think it’s a cheap joke on low hanging fruits, but what happens when I turn out to be ready to play Slaughterama with you, B?
She nods again.
Halo: And what happens if the Maidens make good on their...suggestion…?
The grin grows slightly.
Halo: After what they did to y’all’s manager in WWA, I’m not sure I’d wanna be on their shitlist the way y’all just might be!
She nods, the smirk falling away.
Halo: Let’s see what happens when I bring the dirt to you and drag you down into it with me kicking and screaming! What happens when I make you as dirty as I am! What happens when I make you as ugly outside as everyone already knows you are inside!
The glare returns, red hot and ready to kill.
Halo: It’s time to get dirty, B, and I don’t know if you have the stomach for it!
Koss: You don't think the Shield Maidens would show up here in full force for a ladder match do you?
Spazz: Joey, they'd show up just to bounce your head on their knee if they felt like it. Though I'd expect the ol' Riot Group to just be there instead. I didn't see a fuckload of bikes in the parking lot afterall, did you?
Koss: You do realize there's more than just employee parking, right?
Halo: A ladder match…
She nods almost excitedly.
Halo: You know, Bianca, this should scare you on some level even though I know you’re too stupid and arrogant to admit it if it did.
The glare returns only with more intensity.
Halo: You called me gutter slime and, as I said, damn right I am and that’s the part that should scare you. We all already know the shortcuts you’re willing to take to win a match. Hell, we’ve seen them in at least three places between you and me here, Vero and me in SCU and Mama Chrys, Mama Sel and Aunt Z and y’all in WWA. We’ve seen y’all are willing to go places to stay places…
Rubbing her hands together, Halo nods to the camera.
Halo: But you gotta ask y’allselves….
She cocks her head as her hands continue to rub together, a slight knowing smirk coming across her face.
Halo: If I’m the trashy gutter slime that you think and say I am…
She nods in knowing acknowledgement, as if the question was the single most absurd thing she’s ever heard in her entire life.
Halo: And I am…
Her hands separate.
Halo: What will somebody like me, who’s used to clawing, biting and scratching, who’s used to erating things that would make a billy goat puke his fuckin’ brains out, who’s used to smells and sights that would make you and Vero and everyone else like you so revolted that you wouldn’t even enter that room and yet I spent years in those very places!, what will I do to you to get that belt back?
Pointing to herself she nods slowly.
Halo: I have had to fight for everything I have ever gotten and you’re damn right I’m ready to and do things others wouldn’t dream of against you! You might think it’s a cheap joke on low hanging fruits, but what happens when I turn out to be ready to play Slaughterama with you, B?
She nods again.
Halo: And what happens if the Maidens make good on their...suggestion…?
The grin grows slightly.
Halo: After what they did to y’all’s manager in WWA, I’m not sure I’d wanna be on their shitlist the way y’all just might be!
She nods, the smirk falling away.
Halo: Let’s see what happens when I bring the dirt to you and drag you down into it with me kicking and screaming! What happens when I make you as dirty as I am! What happens when I make you as ugly outside as everyone already knows you are inside!
The glare returns, red hot and ready to kill.
Halo: It’s time to get dirty, B, and I don’t know if you have the stomach for it!
Koss: You don't think the Shield Maidens would show up here in full force for a ladder match do you?
Spazz: Joey, they'd show up just to bounce your head on their knee if they felt like it. Though I'd expect the ol' Riot Group to just be there instead. I didn't see a fuckload of bikes in the parking lot afterall, did you?
Koss: You do realize there's more than just employee parking, right?
The bell sounded as Samantha and Forge did battle right from the moment the bell rang. Forge controlled the early stages with just vicious strikes and overwhelming Sam with his raw power. He slammed her to the mat multiple times and even drove his knee into the middle of her back when she rolled onto her stomach. Samantha was having a hard time mounting a comeback because every time she tried to get something going, Forge would put a stop to it with something devastating even a right thumb to her left eye stopped her when she was gaining momentum. Forge even dropped Samantha with a head butt between her eyes and then a belly to belly suplex. He covered her there for the ONE…..TWO,....KICKOUT! Samantha wasn’t done yet and Forge looked a bit crazed as he yelled over at the ref about a slow count. He was distracted due to his anger towards the ref. This allowed the former Queen of the South to pull herself to her feet via help from the ropes. Once up she waited until Forge turned towards her and wham she drilled Mitchell with “MIND YOUR HEAD” A Running-V Trigger knee strike. Forge dropped to the mat and Samantha held the middle of her back in some serious pain but finally got down to make a pin attempt. ONE!!! TWO!!!! THRE!!! NO!!!!! Forge kicked out just in time!
Samantha had a bit of shock across her face as she then got to her feet slowly visabally in pain from the massive attacks Forge had bestowed upon her in the early going of this match. But, nonetheless Samantha was to her feet and waiting for Forge to get to his. Slowly the big man got up to his feet as Sam now went on the attack with a spinning elbow to the side of his face and then a throat punch which dropped Forge to one knee. Sam now bounced off the ring ropes and laid Forge out with a running double front kick to his face. She decided not to go for the pin though as she perhaps didn’t think that would be enough to keep Forge down for a pin. So, Samantha went to the ring apron then up to the top rope waiting as Forge got to his feet and Sam leaped off attempting a leaping close line but Forge side stepped it. However Samantha managed to land in a favorable way and roll back to her feet. Now as Forge turned Samantha charged him but he ducked an attempted attack and as soon as she turned around he grabbed her and “CHROME BOMB!!!” A throwing spine buster!!! Forge though didn’t make the pin instead he decided to climb to the second turnbuckle which was odd for him and land a splash from the second rope down onto Samantha for good measure perhaps. Now he makes the pin here on Samantha! ONE!!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!! NO!!! NO!!! Samantha got her right shoulder up just at the last split second.
Forge slams his fist into the mat then once again glares at the ref and now walking towards the ref cursing as him. Yet again Samantha dug deep down and managed to pull herself to her feet. She looked pretty hurt but it wasn’t stopping her from getting to her feet as it seems the fans were behind her on this night as well. Samantha then yelled “Hey Forge!” This caused him to turn around quickly but Samantha ran and drilled his midsection with a devastating knee and she then took him down with a SNAP DDT! Samantha went for a cover ONE…. TWO…. NO!!! Forge kicked out and Sam nodded her head as you could see the anger now across her face. She got to her feet and so did Forge. Sam went for a kick but Forge caught her leg and then laid her out with one of the most stiff close lines you might ever see. He then pinned her again as he just dang near took her head off. ONE…..TWO…. NO!!! Samantha kicked out! Forge can’t believe it and now he rolls outside the ring tossing a Southern Rebellion staff member out of the chair he was sitting in. Forge now folds the chair up and rolls into the ring with it. The ref is in front of him yelling no and warning him about using the chair. Samantha now back to her feet was off balance but trying to gather herself. Then Forge pushed the ref out of his way and CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL OF SAMANTHA!!!! Sam drops to the mat and THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL!!!
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: SAMANTHA TOLSON!
Forge would finish the job but quickly found himself surrounded by security as a bleeding Samantha Tolson fights to get to her feet after that brutal, chair warping shot. With a sinister smile, he allows himself to be directed to the back just this once, confident that his message had been delivered....
Koss: Brutal. Absolutely B.R.U.T.A.L!
Spazz: I'm shocked Sam Bam didn't fucking die from that chair damn near wrapping around her head! That's some fucking hate being laid into that chair shot, lemme tell you!
Koss: That's just Forge and how he operates, Spazz-O.
Samantha had a bit of shock across her face as she then got to her feet slowly visabally in pain from the massive attacks Forge had bestowed upon her in the early going of this match. But, nonetheless Samantha was to her feet and waiting for Forge to get to his. Slowly the big man got up to his feet as Sam now went on the attack with a spinning elbow to the side of his face and then a throat punch which dropped Forge to one knee. Sam now bounced off the ring ropes and laid Forge out with a running double front kick to his face. She decided not to go for the pin though as she perhaps didn’t think that would be enough to keep Forge down for a pin. So, Samantha went to the ring apron then up to the top rope waiting as Forge got to his feet and Sam leaped off attempting a leaping close line but Forge side stepped it. However Samantha managed to land in a favorable way and roll back to her feet. Now as Forge turned Samantha charged him but he ducked an attempted attack and as soon as she turned around he grabbed her and “CHROME BOMB!!!” A throwing spine buster!!! Forge though didn’t make the pin instead he decided to climb to the second turnbuckle which was odd for him and land a splash from the second rope down onto Samantha for good measure perhaps. Now he makes the pin here on Samantha! ONE!!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!! NO!!! NO!!! Samantha got her right shoulder up just at the last split second.
Forge slams his fist into the mat then once again glares at the ref and now walking towards the ref cursing as him. Yet again Samantha dug deep down and managed to pull herself to her feet. She looked pretty hurt but it wasn’t stopping her from getting to her feet as it seems the fans were behind her on this night as well. Samantha then yelled “Hey Forge!” This caused him to turn around quickly but Samantha ran and drilled his midsection with a devastating knee and she then took him down with a SNAP DDT! Samantha went for a cover ONE…. TWO…. NO!!! Forge kicked out and Sam nodded her head as you could see the anger now across her face. She got to her feet and so did Forge. Sam went for a kick but Forge caught her leg and then laid her out with one of the most stiff close lines you might ever see. He then pinned her again as he just dang near took her head off. ONE…..TWO…. NO!!! Samantha kicked out! Forge can’t believe it and now he rolls outside the ring tossing a Southern Rebellion staff member out of the chair he was sitting in. Forge now folds the chair up and rolls into the ring with it. The ref is in front of him yelling no and warning him about using the chair. Samantha now back to her feet was off balance but trying to gather herself. Then Forge pushed the ref out of his way and CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL OF SAMANTHA!!!! Sam drops to the mat and THE REF CALLS FOR THE BELL!!!
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: SAMANTHA TOLSON!
Forge would finish the job but quickly found himself surrounded by security as a bleeding Samantha Tolson fights to get to her feet after that brutal, chair warping shot. With a sinister smile, he allows himself to be directed to the back just this once, confident that his message had been delivered....
Koss: Brutal. Absolutely B.R.U.T.A.L!
Spazz: I'm shocked Sam Bam didn't fucking die from that chair damn near wrapping around her head! That's some fucking hate being laid into that chair shot, lemme tell you!
Koss: That's just Forge and how he operates, Spazz-O.
COMMERCIAL
ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH
-BIANCA DAVIS (C) w/VERONICA TAYLOR-VS-HALO w/B-BRAT-
The bell chimes to signify the start of the match. The arrogant Bianca Davis taunts the younger former champion, Halo as the two circle each other. Outside, Veronica Taylor adds to the trash speak while Brittany Williams shouts nothing but encouragement for her wife.
In a prompt clash of bodies as the two women lock up in heated contestation, Bianca manages to deliver a resounding slap to her foe’s face, snapping Halo’s head to one side. The stunning blow leaves her open and vulnerable to the self-proclaimed queen, who drives her back into the ropes with forearm strikes. She pulls Halo for an Irish Whip, only to grab her hair in mid run and slam her to the canvas. Bianca laughs with gleeful mockery at her foe, prompting “B-Brat” to jump onto the apron to deliver a slap herself that nearly floors Bianca. It was the Little Dream Machine’s turn to laugh until suddenly her legs are pulled out from under her by Veronica Taylor! Her chin clips the ropes, followed by the Apron, which leaves Brittany effectively out of combat.
In any other circumstance, this might have proven to be a disqualification, but there are no formal rules in a ladder match. Veronica tosses a ladder into the ring and then slides in, assaulting Halo along with Bianca. She fights back valiantly, managing to bring down Veronica with her patented 2 Minutes 2 Midnight! This has the unfortunate side effect of leaving her vulnerable to Bianca’s deadly Crown. Bianca quickly sets up and climbs the ladder to the top, eager to end this as quickly as possible. She would have too if not for the sudden intervention of Brittany Williams, who had climbed a ringpost while no one was looking and took flight with a devastating dropkick to the ladder that sent both it and it’s sole occupant, Bianca Davis careening! The Queen B in name only crashes across the ropes rib first, thrashing in absolute agony before rolling out of the ring. Veronica Taylor gets to her feet only to narrowly dodge a running clothesline from Brittany. The two engage in a heated exchange of flurried fists that is only broken up by a sudden Black 13 from a recovered Halo.
Once more the ladder is set up and Halo climbs to the top as quickly as she can, given her physical state. Brittany shouts encouragement the entire time, only to be suddenly brought down by a spray of Bianca’s infamous perfume in the face. She falls back, screaming as her eyes burn. Seeing this unfold, Halo opts to leap off of the top of the ladder and down upon Bianca Davis with a savage fury! What she fails to notice, however, is Veronica Taylor climbing the ladder behind her. Brittany is on her feet, bleary eyed and unable to see well, but could tell someone who wasn’t her wife was at the top of the ladder.
As Bianca and Halo roll out of the ring to brawl outside, “B-Brat” climbs up and engages in a pitched battle of fists against Veronica. Unfortunately for her, being partially blind results in her eating a few strikes too many before Veronica batters her face on the top of the ladder and shoves her off! Ms. Taylor then starts pulling on the championship and that is when we hear the thundering of motorcycles from the back. This prompts Bianca to retreat into the ring from Halo!
Through the entrance arch, two by two, roll the Shield Maidens on motorcycles. The crowd immediately erupts as they arrive at ringside, but it is too little, too late, as Veronica pulls the championship off the hook! Halo was unable to make it up the ladder fast enough.
WINNER AND STILL CHAMPION: BIANCA DAVIS!!!
Bianca and Veronica barely escape with their lives through an opening in the crowd due to the social distancing requirements! They do not celebrate as the biker women surround the ring, glaring at their backs as they disappear through an emergency exit! At the last second, Bianca shouts out something regarding ‘uggos’ and ‘basics’ before disappearing through the door.
Spazz: HELL IS FUCKING EMPTY AND THE SHIELD MAIDENS ARE HERE!!!
Koss: They weren't able to help secure the championship, but they did stop Bianca Davis from doing further damage!
Spazz: Bitch is gonna' have to hire an army to fend off that shit in the future!
In a prompt clash of bodies as the two women lock up in heated contestation, Bianca manages to deliver a resounding slap to her foe’s face, snapping Halo’s head to one side. The stunning blow leaves her open and vulnerable to the self-proclaimed queen, who drives her back into the ropes with forearm strikes. She pulls Halo for an Irish Whip, only to grab her hair in mid run and slam her to the canvas. Bianca laughs with gleeful mockery at her foe, prompting “B-Brat” to jump onto the apron to deliver a slap herself that nearly floors Bianca. It was the Little Dream Machine’s turn to laugh until suddenly her legs are pulled out from under her by Veronica Taylor! Her chin clips the ropes, followed by the Apron, which leaves Brittany effectively out of combat.
In any other circumstance, this might have proven to be a disqualification, but there are no formal rules in a ladder match. Veronica tosses a ladder into the ring and then slides in, assaulting Halo along with Bianca. She fights back valiantly, managing to bring down Veronica with her patented 2 Minutes 2 Midnight! This has the unfortunate side effect of leaving her vulnerable to Bianca’s deadly Crown. Bianca quickly sets up and climbs the ladder to the top, eager to end this as quickly as possible. She would have too if not for the sudden intervention of Brittany Williams, who had climbed a ringpost while no one was looking and took flight with a devastating dropkick to the ladder that sent both it and it’s sole occupant, Bianca Davis careening! The Queen B in name only crashes across the ropes rib first, thrashing in absolute agony before rolling out of the ring. Veronica Taylor gets to her feet only to narrowly dodge a running clothesline from Brittany. The two engage in a heated exchange of flurried fists that is only broken up by a sudden Black 13 from a recovered Halo.
Once more the ladder is set up and Halo climbs to the top as quickly as she can, given her physical state. Brittany shouts encouragement the entire time, only to be suddenly brought down by a spray of Bianca’s infamous perfume in the face. She falls back, screaming as her eyes burn. Seeing this unfold, Halo opts to leap off of the top of the ladder and down upon Bianca Davis with a savage fury! What she fails to notice, however, is Veronica Taylor climbing the ladder behind her. Brittany is on her feet, bleary eyed and unable to see well, but could tell someone who wasn’t her wife was at the top of the ladder.
As Bianca and Halo roll out of the ring to brawl outside, “B-Brat” climbs up and engages in a pitched battle of fists against Veronica. Unfortunately for her, being partially blind results in her eating a few strikes too many before Veronica batters her face on the top of the ladder and shoves her off! Ms. Taylor then starts pulling on the championship and that is when we hear the thundering of motorcycles from the back. This prompts Bianca to retreat into the ring from Halo!
Through the entrance arch, two by two, roll the Shield Maidens on motorcycles. The crowd immediately erupts as they arrive at ringside, but it is too little, too late, as Veronica pulls the championship off the hook! Halo was unable to make it up the ladder fast enough.
WINNER AND STILL CHAMPION: BIANCA DAVIS!!!
Bianca and Veronica barely escape with their lives through an opening in the crowd due to the social distancing requirements! They do not celebrate as the biker women surround the ring, glaring at their backs as they disappear through an emergency exit! At the last second, Bianca shouts out something regarding ‘uggos’ and ‘basics’ before disappearing through the door.
Spazz: HELL IS FUCKING EMPTY AND THE SHIELD MAIDENS ARE HERE!!!
Koss: They weren't able to help secure the championship, but they did stop Bianca Davis from doing further damage!
Spazz: Bitch is gonna' have to hire an army to fend off that shit in the future!
SEGMENT
Her theme plays over the arena sound system, "Unforgiven" by Sevendust. Out steps the Queen of Southern Rebellion Wrestling before her court, her metaphorical crown resting upon her shoulder, gleaming golden championship plates attached to a handmade leather strap. The Lady Terminator heads for the ring as she always has, with little in the way of fanfare. There were chants for her, yet she paid them no mind as a microphone is offered up to her just before she ascends the ring steps. She pushes the top rope down and steps over the top rope one leg at a time to enter the ring. Microphone brought to her lips, the music cut on cue, she addresses the crowd.
UVR: Tonight is a glorious occasion as I face an opponent who is a proven commodity. Mr. Styles has earned respect in his tenure here. While others cast stones this night from their glass houses, he has shown up to work, done his part, and exceeded expectations every time he has been booked with little in the way of complaints. To be perfectly frank, I believe he is one of the few that has a rightful claim to fighting me for this championship, but tonight he has another hurdle placed before him. As the old saying goes, One must beat 'the man' to be 'the man' but what do they do when 'the man' is a woman more powerful than most mortal men?
A frown briefly appears on her face as she looks out upon the fans, sighing softly.
UVR: I would have preferred this to be all about my opponent, Mr. Styles, but unfortunately, Samantha Tolson has decided to run those Botox inflated lips of hers to blather on about history she barely understands or comprehends the context for. She remembers things how she chooses to, but fails to remember just what I had gone through prior to getting my first officially sanctioned Championship in my entire career. I was in a pitched, uphill battle against an owner who did not see me as a viable contender for anything, taking whatever business I was given, and let me remind each and every one here that when I won that title, it was in a match type that was notorious for never favoring the most powerful fighter as everyone could and in my case they certainly did, gang up on that fighter and neutralize any advantage they have with superior numbers.
Those eyes find the nearest camera, burning with intensity.
UVR: Ms. Tolson, let me save you the trouble of running me down. For most of my career, I have been a thug for hire, an enforcer that did the dirty work of others without question. I was a mercenary who only obeyed the power of the paycheck and whomever was attached to the hand signing it. This mentality came with an unfortunate side effect of lackluster ambition.
The intensity slowly fades and her head lowers.
UVR: It wasn't until I suffered the indignity of being buried alive and surviving the ordeal that followed that I finally realized that I was not going anywhere being a slave to money, obeying orders of lesser individuals who only stand tall because they have money and influence. I have seen the lowest a human being can go. I have been broken and scarred. I have suffered a million times for the crimes I have committed in the name of greed and hubris. I have hovered at death's door more times than I care to admit. In the past I was guilty of lacking ambition, being a lazy worker who coasted on her attributes, and many times over, bullied those weaker than myself. I was a petty tyrant who deserved the fate of being buried in a desert and left to die, yet here I stand, still alive and more powerful than I ever was before.
She casts the camera a side-eye.
UVR: However, Samantha, one could say the same of you being a petty tyrant as well. Look at your long history on social media of bullying people over mere disagreements and the great efforts you've made to put yourself over at the expense of any and all INCLUDING MYSELF.
Ursula turns, that glare intensifying once more as she leans over those ropes now to look into the camera.
UVR: You do not care about the wrestling business, only your cut, place, legacy, and how often people say your name. You want everyone's eyes on you, to be the center of attention in your very own universe. You flaunt your body to gain likes and retweets on twitter, hearts on instagram, attention on facebook, and to remind people you exist using the only assets you have that anyone actually cares for.
The Lady Terminator's nostrils flare as she gives in fully to the anger within her.
UVR: You have titles, trophies, accolades, all of those wonderful trinkets to validate yourself while I have never needed a championship to tell the world how good I am. I merely demonstrate it every single night I step into this ring! Even if you were to take this championship from me here and now, it would not matter because I am still Ursula Von Rossbach and you? You're pro-wrestling's whore.
She pushes off the ropes, turning back to the crowd as she paces the ring.
UVR: I wrestle because I am capable of doing so. I am not altruistic in any sense of the word, but unlike you, I absolutely do not give one ounce of a fuck what anyone thinks about me. Samantha, you are beyond absorbed by the image of yourself looking like you are the beater of worlds to the point of absurdity. You're so insecure that you absolutely must have the last word in every fight you have ever had, and will dig into anyone's history, no matter how small or great it is, to find some sort of grain to latch onto. You say you have a wealth of dirt on me.
Once more, Ursula stops and looks back into the nearest camera beneath her.
UVR: History is the only weapon you have and I just took it away from you by confessing my sins to the world. Yet do you think this crowd cares? No, they do not.
She sweeps her arm out to the crowd.
UVR: They only see the final product of the worst kind of trial and error that one can endure. No, Samantha Tolson, I am not indestructible. I am not the Goddess. I can die, but so can you and far more easily than me for where you are most fragile?
That unnerving smile crosses Ursula's face.
UVR: That is where I am invincible. Every barb I deliver hurts you. Your words may anger but they do not wound me. You may be an accomplished wrestler with accolades aplomb and might even have better technique than I to an extent, but what you lack, I excel in. You defeated Zoey Star on your first try, congratulations, but let us be real for a moment. You and I both know that if she actually cared, she would have defeated you the same as she had done to me, only with far less effort.
The smile turns more into a smirk.
UVR: She was finished and retiring. It is why I was so dissatisfied because I know for an absolute fact that Zoey Madigan-Star is a far more capable wrestler than you. The woman was tired and I saw that in her match against you. So, as loathe as I am to admit it, your two victories over her are tainted by the dreaded mark of the asterisk, the same as my final match with her.
Her expression has become stone once more, unreadable, as she turns away from the camera once more.
UVR: Keep working to try and prove me wrong, Ms. Tolson, but I have more than a passing suspicion that with the approach you are taking, you shall prove me correct. You are a narcissistic piece of trash with delusions of decency who is as worthy of my championship as Bianca Davis would be for a Humanitarian Award.
Ursula rolls her head, freeing the muscles up as she does so with her arms and wrists.
UVR: I am done talking about someone who is inconsequential to the here and now. Let me speak the name of someone who actually is worthy of his place at my table. CHRISTOPHER STYLES!
The Lady Terminator slips the title belt off her shoulder and holds it out at her side, staring back at the entrance arch.
UVR: It is time. Come and win if you can. You will survive if I allow it.
Ursula then lays the belt out in front of her feet and awaits her opponent's arrival.
Koss: Powerful....
Spazz: She dun give a motherffffuuuuuuck!
UVR: Tonight is a glorious occasion as I face an opponent who is a proven commodity. Mr. Styles has earned respect in his tenure here. While others cast stones this night from their glass houses, he has shown up to work, done his part, and exceeded expectations every time he has been booked with little in the way of complaints. To be perfectly frank, I believe he is one of the few that has a rightful claim to fighting me for this championship, but tonight he has another hurdle placed before him. As the old saying goes, One must beat 'the man' to be 'the man' but what do they do when 'the man' is a woman more powerful than most mortal men?
A frown briefly appears on her face as she looks out upon the fans, sighing softly.
UVR: I would have preferred this to be all about my opponent, Mr. Styles, but unfortunately, Samantha Tolson has decided to run those Botox inflated lips of hers to blather on about history she barely understands or comprehends the context for. She remembers things how she chooses to, but fails to remember just what I had gone through prior to getting my first officially sanctioned Championship in my entire career. I was in a pitched, uphill battle against an owner who did not see me as a viable contender for anything, taking whatever business I was given, and let me remind each and every one here that when I won that title, it was in a match type that was notorious for never favoring the most powerful fighter as everyone could and in my case they certainly did, gang up on that fighter and neutralize any advantage they have with superior numbers.
Those eyes find the nearest camera, burning with intensity.
UVR: Ms. Tolson, let me save you the trouble of running me down. For most of my career, I have been a thug for hire, an enforcer that did the dirty work of others without question. I was a mercenary who only obeyed the power of the paycheck and whomever was attached to the hand signing it. This mentality came with an unfortunate side effect of lackluster ambition.
The intensity slowly fades and her head lowers.
UVR: It wasn't until I suffered the indignity of being buried alive and surviving the ordeal that followed that I finally realized that I was not going anywhere being a slave to money, obeying orders of lesser individuals who only stand tall because they have money and influence. I have seen the lowest a human being can go. I have been broken and scarred. I have suffered a million times for the crimes I have committed in the name of greed and hubris. I have hovered at death's door more times than I care to admit. In the past I was guilty of lacking ambition, being a lazy worker who coasted on her attributes, and many times over, bullied those weaker than myself. I was a petty tyrant who deserved the fate of being buried in a desert and left to die, yet here I stand, still alive and more powerful than I ever was before.
She casts the camera a side-eye.
UVR: However, Samantha, one could say the same of you being a petty tyrant as well. Look at your long history on social media of bullying people over mere disagreements and the great efforts you've made to put yourself over at the expense of any and all INCLUDING MYSELF.
Ursula turns, that glare intensifying once more as she leans over those ropes now to look into the camera.
UVR: You do not care about the wrestling business, only your cut, place, legacy, and how often people say your name. You want everyone's eyes on you, to be the center of attention in your very own universe. You flaunt your body to gain likes and retweets on twitter, hearts on instagram, attention on facebook, and to remind people you exist using the only assets you have that anyone actually cares for.
The Lady Terminator's nostrils flare as she gives in fully to the anger within her.
UVR: You have titles, trophies, accolades, all of those wonderful trinkets to validate yourself while I have never needed a championship to tell the world how good I am. I merely demonstrate it every single night I step into this ring! Even if you were to take this championship from me here and now, it would not matter because I am still Ursula Von Rossbach and you? You're pro-wrestling's whore.
She pushes off the ropes, turning back to the crowd as she paces the ring.
UVR: I wrestle because I am capable of doing so. I am not altruistic in any sense of the word, but unlike you, I absolutely do not give one ounce of a fuck what anyone thinks about me. Samantha, you are beyond absorbed by the image of yourself looking like you are the beater of worlds to the point of absurdity. You're so insecure that you absolutely must have the last word in every fight you have ever had, and will dig into anyone's history, no matter how small or great it is, to find some sort of grain to latch onto. You say you have a wealth of dirt on me.
Once more, Ursula stops and looks back into the nearest camera beneath her.
UVR: History is the only weapon you have and I just took it away from you by confessing my sins to the world. Yet do you think this crowd cares? No, they do not.
She sweeps her arm out to the crowd.
UVR: They only see the final product of the worst kind of trial and error that one can endure. No, Samantha Tolson, I am not indestructible. I am not the Goddess. I can die, but so can you and far more easily than me for where you are most fragile?
That unnerving smile crosses Ursula's face.
UVR: That is where I am invincible. Every barb I deliver hurts you. Your words may anger but they do not wound me. You may be an accomplished wrestler with accolades aplomb and might even have better technique than I to an extent, but what you lack, I excel in. You defeated Zoey Star on your first try, congratulations, but let us be real for a moment. You and I both know that if she actually cared, she would have defeated you the same as she had done to me, only with far less effort.
The smile turns more into a smirk.
UVR: She was finished and retiring. It is why I was so dissatisfied because I know for an absolute fact that Zoey Madigan-Star is a far more capable wrestler than you. The woman was tired and I saw that in her match against you. So, as loathe as I am to admit it, your two victories over her are tainted by the dreaded mark of the asterisk, the same as my final match with her.
Her expression has become stone once more, unreadable, as she turns away from the camera once more.
UVR: Keep working to try and prove me wrong, Ms. Tolson, but I have more than a passing suspicion that with the approach you are taking, you shall prove me correct. You are a narcissistic piece of trash with delusions of decency who is as worthy of my championship as Bianca Davis would be for a Humanitarian Award.
Ursula rolls her head, freeing the muscles up as she does so with her arms and wrists.
UVR: I am done talking about someone who is inconsequential to the here and now. Let me speak the name of someone who actually is worthy of his place at my table. CHRISTOPHER STYLES!
The Lady Terminator slips the title belt off her shoulder and holds it out at her side, staring back at the entrance arch.
UVR: It is time. Come and win if you can. You will survive if I allow it.
Ursula then lays the belt out in front of her feet and awaits her opponent's arrival.
Koss: Powerful....
Spazz: She dun give a motherffffuuuuuuck!
MAIN EVENT
NON-TITLE MATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-CHRIS STYLES-
The match begins with UVR and Chris Styles having a bit of a stare down. Chris suddenly goes from a menacing scowl to a wicked grin that Ursula promptly matches with her own unnerving variation. The two immediately lock up just seconds later with an impact so hard you can hear hands slapping shoulders. The slightly taller Chris has a bit more leverage but Ursula’s wide legged stance holds her firmly in place. He suddenly switches for a side grapple, but Ursula hooks his leg and attempts an STO, but Chris manages to reverse with a Russian Legsweep, but the Lady Terminator rolls on impact to her feet. The younger Styles brother gets to his feet in time to take a sharp kick to the chest that sends him stumbling into the ropes, then snapping off of them. Ursula lays the lumber two him with hard forearm shots, driving him right back into the ropes. Chris takes them like a champ, blocking one shot and answering with a headbutt of his own, driving the She-Beast of pro wrestling back a step. He ends up falling back into the ropes, hanging with one arm and clutching his forehead as it seemed to hurt him more than her!
Ursula drives him over the top rope with a running clothesline. Chris sticks the landing feet first, but stumbles into the ring announcer’s table. Ursula backs up and gets a running start for the ropes and as she leaps, he quickly side-steps, but Ursula surprises everyone by saving herself! She grips the top ropes, halting her momentum, swinging her rear painfully into the apron. She then promptly flips herself back into the ring with a kick of her leg off the apron!
Chris stares on in shock, circling outside the ring as UVR motions him to enter with a sweeping gesture of her hand before her. She remains motionless and unnervingly still as he hops up onto the apron and slips through the ropes. He looks to the fans, nodding his head, then turns back around to find Ursula is right in his face, startling him with that smile once more. He goes for an ill thought swing and she blocks it, then grabs him by the throat and drives him to the canvas with a SAMBO CHOKESLAM!!!!
Ursula makes the first cover of the night but Chris manages to kick out. This doesn’t even phase her as she takes him by his head, lifts him up and tosses him into the corner. She then rushes full steam ahead with an explosive corner clothesline, then pulls him out from the corner into an even more powerful clothesline that sees him landing folded and on his shoulders! She pins him with all her weight on those upturned legs but at 2.999999 count, he pistons her off with an explosive kick out! Ursula tucks and rolls away from him in a low crouch, watching and waiting as Chris Styles manages an impressive kip up and shouts, “IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!!!”
The Queen of the South rises back to her full height, saying nothing as she walks briskly towards him. He fakes with a low and goes for a high, which she catches, but suddenly Ursula finds herself lifted up by one arm and with a running start, she’s slammed into a corner by Styles!! Von Rossbach thrashes as he rams his shoulder into her body over and over! Ursula slams her fists into his back with brutal axe handle smashes, slowing his assault until he manages to hoist her up onto his shoulders. Before he can deliver his signature, however, she slips off and shoves him into the ropes!
He snaps off and GREAT KICK, but no SHE MISSES!!! Chris hard on his knees to avoid the strike, then tucks and rolls to a running start into the ropes. He snaps off, Ursula turns and meets a shoulder ram that rocks her right off her feet! She’s quick to her feet only to find herself booted in the gut, gripped by the arm, placed in a pump handle and pump handle slammed to the canvas for a quick pin! Kick out at two, Chris finding himself thrown off as Ursula sits up with an evil scowl.
She rolls to her feet as Chris rushes at her and right into an armdrag! He rolls on impact and locks up with her, only to eat a BIONIC HEADBUTT followed by THE GASTRIZINE KICK!!! Chris is flung with a croaking cough as all of the air exits his body. He falls to one knee and eats one punch, then another, and another from Ursula, but manages to catch the next strike with his hand, wincing a bit from the force of the loud smack. Spitting a little blood from his split lip he unloads a furious right hand to Ursula’s face unchallenged, the Lady Terminator’s upper body lurching, but she doesn’t go down. She instead twists and throws a lariat but Christ ducks the arm, slips her onto his shoulders and hits THE DRIVER!!! 1-2-2.98! Kickout!!
Ursula sits up, but is shaking her head a bit. Her rise is a bit slower than before and Chris takes full advantage, dipping back into the ropes and snapping off with another shoulder block, dropping her right back down. Ursula snaps back to her feet rather quickly as he hits the ropes and snaps back with a flying Lou Thesz Press but she holds firm and reverses him right into a brutal Spine Buster!!!
He rolls over on impact on his hands and knees, wincing in pain. More pain comes his way as Ursula steps on his hand and then viciously kicks the side of his elbow! Chris roars in pain, clutching his arm and rolling around on the canvas! As he fights to his feet, a running kick perfectly targeted nails that elbow yet again, sending him into the ropes in even greater pain. Without thinking he goes for a back hand with that injured arm out of pure instinct, but Ursula catches it and starts to repeatedly snap kicks that elbow multiple times, then wrenching the arm hard enough to drive him to the canvas! With him down, she does a double hand stand lift on that arm and then drives her knee into that elbow! Chris once again roars in pain, this time rolling out of the ring and staggering back, clutching his battered right arm.
Ursula takes the ropes and with a wild whip of her black hair, she backflips out of the ring to land on the floor and proceeds to stalk her foe, following him as he tries to wring out his arm a bit. It’s when he turns around to face her, that she strikes with a brutal SPEAR, lifting him off his feet and slamming him right through the Time Keeper’s table.
“IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE GOT, MR. STYLES?!” came her long awaited rebutal as he lay in the table wreckage. Ursula climbs back into the ring shortly after but stops.
From behind her she hears him shout, “YOU WANT SOME? COME…. GET SOOOOOMMMMMEEEE!!!”
She turns just in time to see Chris Styles catch her by the legs, lift her into a powerbomb position, spin around and violently powerbomb her to the arena floor!!!!
Styles roars like a wounded beast, slamming his fists into his chest as the Lady Terminator rises. He hits her with a boot to the face as she rises, not halting her so much as knocking her back a step. Chris lays into Ursula with some truly rocking rights and lefts, driving her back with each hit. Ursula goes under his arms for a lift but he reverses into a DDT on the floor! She pops up on her knees from the impact and falls to one side!
Chris then gathers her up and rolls her back into the ring where he attempts a pin! ONE! TWO! TTTTHHHRRRRE-NO!!!! Ursula rolls a shoulder up!
Both warriors in this match are worse for wear now, having dealt considerable damage to each other. Yet they both rise like lumbering beasts from the depths of an ancient abyss, the battle for dominance continues! The two lock up, but Ursula takes advantage of Chris’s now weakened right arm, quickly slipping free and pulling him into a side wristlock, followed by a Russian Legsweep that transitions into an arm bar!
He growls in pain, but with adrenaline pumping through his system, Chris Styles does to her what she has done to many in this very same position. He rolls to his knees, grabbing his wrist and then power lifts Ursula with his bad arm no less. Chris doesn’t lift her too high, but high enough to drive her to the canvas with a jarring impact. Ursula releases the hold, knowing full well what was coming next.
This time she rose, it was not with a look of indifference or even a more playful expression but one of being genuinely impressed. She applauds his effort, then rolls her neck as the two start to circle once more. Once more the Lady Terminator opts for surprising speed, but Chris actually manages to block most of her strikes and kicks, one kick to his shin nearly buckling his leg, which opened him up to a hard back hand across the jaw and palm strike to the chest that sent him staggering into the corner. As she’s upon him, he drops low and rams a hard shoulder into her abs and follows up by clipping her chin with the back of his head, snapping it back. This opens her up for THE STYLES SMASH!!!! Ursula is folded up by the Clothesline from hell and he makes the pin! ONE….TWO…..TTTTHHHHRRRRRRRE-OMFGAYKM???!!!
She kicks out! She abso-fucking-lutely kicks out. The crowd is going nuts as both wrestlers rise yet again. Chris looks back at her in disbelief, but then sees the Lady Terminator drop to one knee. Her eyes are slightly glazed, but she powers herself to a stand by sheer will alone! Chris only has one chance and he knows it. Ursula roars like a demon and hurls herself forward with every intention to destroy and Chris ducks down avoiding the strike, only to catch her with a 3/4th’s necklock cravate and hits THE STYLES DROP!!!!
Ursula pops up and rolls flat onto her back, Chris rolls over and drapes an arm over her chest! ONE….TWO….THRRRREEEEE!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: CHRIS STYLES
Chris rolls off of Ursula and rises, laughing not out of arrogance, but unloading with pure relief as every ounce of his body aches. He falls into the ropes, fist raised in the air in triumph as his music plays. The crowd's cheers put an even bigger smile on his face but as he takes a moment to recover, he hears a pair of hands clap behind him. Slowly he looks over his shoulder and with a mixture of awe and apprehension, he sees the Lady Terminator standing there, applauding. She looks battered and bruised, yet stands firm in the center of the ring. She then offers a hand. Hesitantly, Chris moves forward. Leaning forward a bit, he gingerly takes the hand. The two have a firm shake, only for Ursula to pull him in close. He tensed, ready for a fight but she then says, "You have your chance, Mr. Styles. Do not throw away your shot."
Giving him a little wink, she then releases his hand, turns, and exits the ring. The look on his face becomes more somber and serious as he realizes he will have to do this again and against an even more prepared opponent.
Koss: This was a pay per view caliber match folks! Ursula Von Rossbach and Chris Styles just put on a serious classic worthy of the ages!
Spazz: The fuck you think would happen when you put two beastly people like that up against each other? Yous get all the violence of World War 3 in a 15x15 Square and then some!
Koss: That is all the time we have! Thank you for watching and have a wonderful night!!
-SHELBY DAWSON & JESSE STYLES-VS-MARIA SALVATORE & NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-
Writer- Alex
-MAJA LINDSTROM-VS-FAYE LANGE-
Writer- Chris
-CCM-VS-Christina Zdunich-
Writer- RC
-SMC RIOT GROUP-VS-PRIDE FIGHTERZ-
Writer- Alex
-FORGE MITCHELL-VS-SAMANTHA TOLSON (DQ)-
Writer- Chris
-BIANCA DAVIS (C) w/VERONICA TAYLOR-VS-HALO w/B-BRAT-
Writer- Kay
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-CHRIS STYLES-
Writer - RC
Ursula drives him over the top rope with a running clothesline. Chris sticks the landing feet first, but stumbles into the ring announcer’s table. Ursula backs up and gets a running start for the ropes and as she leaps, he quickly side-steps, but Ursula surprises everyone by saving herself! She grips the top ropes, halting her momentum, swinging her rear painfully into the apron. She then promptly flips herself back into the ring with a kick of her leg off the apron!
Chris stares on in shock, circling outside the ring as UVR motions him to enter with a sweeping gesture of her hand before her. She remains motionless and unnervingly still as he hops up onto the apron and slips through the ropes. He looks to the fans, nodding his head, then turns back around to find Ursula is right in his face, startling him with that smile once more. He goes for an ill thought swing and she blocks it, then grabs him by the throat and drives him to the canvas with a SAMBO CHOKESLAM!!!!
Ursula makes the first cover of the night but Chris manages to kick out. This doesn’t even phase her as she takes him by his head, lifts him up and tosses him into the corner. She then rushes full steam ahead with an explosive corner clothesline, then pulls him out from the corner into an even more powerful clothesline that sees him landing folded and on his shoulders! She pins him with all her weight on those upturned legs but at 2.999999 count, he pistons her off with an explosive kick out! Ursula tucks and rolls away from him in a low crouch, watching and waiting as Chris Styles manages an impressive kip up and shouts, “IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!!!”
The Queen of the South rises back to her full height, saying nothing as she walks briskly towards him. He fakes with a low and goes for a high, which she catches, but suddenly Ursula finds herself lifted up by one arm and with a running start, she’s slammed into a corner by Styles!! Von Rossbach thrashes as he rams his shoulder into her body over and over! Ursula slams her fists into his back with brutal axe handle smashes, slowing his assault until he manages to hoist her up onto his shoulders. Before he can deliver his signature, however, she slips off and shoves him into the ropes!
He snaps off and GREAT KICK, but no SHE MISSES!!! Chris hard on his knees to avoid the strike, then tucks and rolls to a running start into the ropes. He snaps off, Ursula turns and meets a shoulder ram that rocks her right off her feet! She’s quick to her feet only to find herself booted in the gut, gripped by the arm, placed in a pump handle and pump handle slammed to the canvas for a quick pin! Kick out at two, Chris finding himself thrown off as Ursula sits up with an evil scowl.
She rolls to her feet as Chris rushes at her and right into an armdrag! He rolls on impact and locks up with her, only to eat a BIONIC HEADBUTT followed by THE GASTRIZINE KICK!!! Chris is flung with a croaking cough as all of the air exits his body. He falls to one knee and eats one punch, then another, and another from Ursula, but manages to catch the next strike with his hand, wincing a bit from the force of the loud smack. Spitting a little blood from his split lip he unloads a furious right hand to Ursula’s face unchallenged, the Lady Terminator’s upper body lurching, but she doesn’t go down. She instead twists and throws a lariat but Christ ducks the arm, slips her onto his shoulders and hits THE DRIVER!!! 1-2-2.98! Kickout!!
Ursula sits up, but is shaking her head a bit. Her rise is a bit slower than before and Chris takes full advantage, dipping back into the ropes and snapping off with another shoulder block, dropping her right back down. Ursula snaps back to her feet rather quickly as he hits the ropes and snaps back with a flying Lou Thesz Press but she holds firm and reverses him right into a brutal Spine Buster!!!
He rolls over on impact on his hands and knees, wincing in pain. More pain comes his way as Ursula steps on his hand and then viciously kicks the side of his elbow! Chris roars in pain, clutching his arm and rolling around on the canvas! As he fights to his feet, a running kick perfectly targeted nails that elbow yet again, sending him into the ropes in even greater pain. Without thinking he goes for a back hand with that injured arm out of pure instinct, but Ursula catches it and starts to repeatedly snap kicks that elbow multiple times, then wrenching the arm hard enough to drive him to the canvas! With him down, she does a double hand stand lift on that arm and then drives her knee into that elbow! Chris once again roars in pain, this time rolling out of the ring and staggering back, clutching his battered right arm.
Ursula takes the ropes and with a wild whip of her black hair, she backflips out of the ring to land on the floor and proceeds to stalk her foe, following him as he tries to wring out his arm a bit. It’s when he turns around to face her, that she strikes with a brutal SPEAR, lifting him off his feet and slamming him right through the Time Keeper’s table.
“IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE GOT, MR. STYLES?!” came her long awaited rebutal as he lay in the table wreckage. Ursula climbs back into the ring shortly after but stops.
From behind her she hears him shout, “YOU WANT SOME? COME…. GET SOOOOOMMMMMEEEE!!!”
She turns just in time to see Chris Styles catch her by the legs, lift her into a powerbomb position, spin around and violently powerbomb her to the arena floor!!!!
Styles roars like a wounded beast, slamming his fists into his chest as the Lady Terminator rises. He hits her with a boot to the face as she rises, not halting her so much as knocking her back a step. Chris lays into Ursula with some truly rocking rights and lefts, driving her back with each hit. Ursula goes under his arms for a lift but he reverses into a DDT on the floor! She pops up on her knees from the impact and falls to one side!
Chris then gathers her up and rolls her back into the ring where he attempts a pin! ONE! TWO! TTTTHHHRRRRE-NO!!!! Ursula rolls a shoulder up!
Both warriors in this match are worse for wear now, having dealt considerable damage to each other. Yet they both rise like lumbering beasts from the depths of an ancient abyss, the battle for dominance continues! The two lock up, but Ursula takes advantage of Chris’s now weakened right arm, quickly slipping free and pulling him into a side wristlock, followed by a Russian Legsweep that transitions into an arm bar!
He growls in pain, but with adrenaline pumping through his system, Chris Styles does to her what she has done to many in this very same position. He rolls to his knees, grabbing his wrist and then power lifts Ursula with his bad arm no less. Chris doesn’t lift her too high, but high enough to drive her to the canvas with a jarring impact. Ursula releases the hold, knowing full well what was coming next.
This time she rose, it was not with a look of indifference or even a more playful expression but one of being genuinely impressed. She applauds his effort, then rolls her neck as the two start to circle once more. Once more the Lady Terminator opts for surprising speed, but Chris actually manages to block most of her strikes and kicks, one kick to his shin nearly buckling his leg, which opened him up to a hard back hand across the jaw and palm strike to the chest that sent him staggering into the corner. As she’s upon him, he drops low and rams a hard shoulder into her abs and follows up by clipping her chin with the back of his head, snapping it back. This opens her up for THE STYLES SMASH!!!! Ursula is folded up by the Clothesline from hell and he makes the pin! ONE….TWO…..TTTTHHHHRRRRRRRE-OMFGAYKM???!!!
She kicks out! She abso-fucking-lutely kicks out. The crowd is going nuts as both wrestlers rise yet again. Chris looks back at her in disbelief, but then sees the Lady Terminator drop to one knee. Her eyes are slightly glazed, but she powers herself to a stand by sheer will alone! Chris only has one chance and he knows it. Ursula roars like a demon and hurls herself forward with every intention to destroy and Chris ducks down avoiding the strike, only to catch her with a 3/4th’s necklock cravate and hits THE STYLES DROP!!!!
Ursula pops up and rolls flat onto her back, Chris rolls over and drapes an arm over her chest! ONE….TWO….THRRRREEEEE!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: CHRIS STYLES
Chris rolls off of Ursula and rises, laughing not out of arrogance, but unloading with pure relief as every ounce of his body aches. He falls into the ropes, fist raised in the air in triumph as his music plays. The crowd's cheers put an even bigger smile on his face but as he takes a moment to recover, he hears a pair of hands clap behind him. Slowly he looks over his shoulder and with a mixture of awe and apprehension, he sees the Lady Terminator standing there, applauding. She looks battered and bruised, yet stands firm in the center of the ring. She then offers a hand. Hesitantly, Chris moves forward. Leaning forward a bit, he gingerly takes the hand. The two have a firm shake, only for Ursula to pull him in close. He tensed, ready for a fight but she then says, "You have your chance, Mr. Styles. Do not throw away your shot."
Giving him a little wink, she then releases his hand, turns, and exits the ring. The look on his face becomes more somber and serious as he realizes he will have to do this again and against an even more prepared opponent.
Koss: This was a pay per view caliber match folks! Ursula Von Rossbach and Chris Styles just put on a serious classic worthy of the ages!
Spazz: The fuck you think would happen when you put two beastly people like that up against each other? Yous get all the violence of World War 3 in a 15x15 Square and then some!
Koss: That is all the time we have! Thank you for watching and have a wonderful night!!
CREDITS
-SHELBY DAWSON & JESSE STYLES-VS-MARIA SALVATORE & NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-
Writer- Alex
-MAJA LINDSTROM-VS-FAYE LANGE-
Writer- Chris
-CCM-VS-Christina Zdunich-
Writer- RC
-SMC RIOT GROUP-VS-PRIDE FIGHTERZ-
Writer- Alex
-FORGE MITCHELL-VS-SAMANTHA TOLSON (DQ)-
Writer- Chris
-BIANCA DAVIS (C) w/VERONICA TAYLOR-VS-HALO w/B-BRAT-
Writer- Kay
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-CHRIS STYLES-
Writer - RC