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REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME - GA
10/29/2020
BELL TIME 7PM EST
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
THE PRETTY COMMITTEE
Pyro explodes all over the stage in sync with the drum beats of Leo Moracchioli's cover of "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". A highlight reel of the last several months plays over the Star Tron over the entrance arch. The crowd gets into it, rocking out to the harder version of the Charlie Daniels classic, some headbanging as does Jenny Beck, who steps out and plays a little bit of air fiddle before she rushes down to the ring, sliding in and hopping to her feet.
Jenny Beck: REBEL SOUTH ROME GGGGEEEEEORGIA! HOW THE FUCK ARE YYYYOOOOOUUUU??!!!
Beck: WE GOT LIGHTS! CAMERA! THE BEST DAMN TRIBUTE TO THE LATE, GREAT CHARLIE DANIELS! BODIES WAITING TO GET BROKEN! JOE KOSS AND MIKE SPAZZ AT THE TABLE! IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER SAVAGE THHHHUUUURRRSDAY!!!
We cut to the commentary booth where indeed we find Joe Koss and Mike Spazz!
Spazz: 'Sup, bitches?
Koss: Welcome to another edition of Savage Thursday! We've got one hell of a show lined up and we've just got word from the top brass that there's gonna be some kind of huge announcement tonight.
Spazz: Almost Halloween. Maybe we're getting lucky tonight...
Koss: What?
Spazz: Some of these chicks'll look better in masks. S'all I'm sayin'.
-KATIE CHAOS-VS-BECKY BLADE-
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW
JERRY WATTS
The night has finally come for Jerry Watts to redeem himself. A week had passed since the moment he had lost his title belt against Forge Mitchell, a man who he had found a slight bit of respect for during their fateful match. Though, that night was much different than any other that had happened before. It was a night he planned on redeeming himself for his loss against Mitchell. When the cameras transition to where he was in the building that night; they get a glimpse of him sitting outside the hallway. His head lowers as he closes his eyes for a moment. Just for a second embracing the momentum he desires to regain after tonight. At that moment Monty Proust approaches Watts with a microphone in hand. He notices the man with every step he took closer, a nod being given towards his way slowly and Watts begins to stand up when Monty stops walking towards him. He can tell the man has a few questions to ask him.
Monty Proust: Ladies and gentlemen, I am with the former Hardcore Champion, Jerry Watts. Jerry, do you have a moment to answer some questions?
Jerry Watts: I'm always willing to answer questions you might have, Monty.
Monty Proust: I'm happy to hear that, Jerry. Last week you lost your title against a great competitor known to the world as Forge Mitchell. How are you feeling after coming to terms with losing that match? Is there any regret for not coming up with the win?
Jerry Watts: To be honest I am still regretting the failed title defense. I feel as though I have let not only myself but these fans down as well. I take great pride in being a champion in any federation I come across. It shows that my hard work pays off in the end. While, I was able to give these fans a match they deserve. I wasn't able to come up with the victory at the end. This doesn't sit well with me. However, it has caused me to be more focused going forward. It has made me see there are a lot of hungry competitors willing to take a belt off a champion at any given moment. The feeling of being on top of the mountain causes me to become hungry once again. Tonight, I plan on proving that fact against C.C.M. A man who in his own right has become a veteran in this industry. A competitor who I look forward in facing later this evening.
Monty Proust: You definitely were able to hold onto the belt longer than some of the other Hardcore Champions. We can only hope Forge Mitchell can live up to the reign you had. Though you may regret the match, there is a lot of great talk coming from it. Some people are saying it was match of the night. Speaking of C.C.M., going into this match with him leads you to another journey. A journey where we might see you back on top in the near future here in South Rebellion Wrestling. How do you feel about this important match against C.C.M.?
Jerry Watts: You see my opponent has yet to share his mind on our upcoming match. Perhaps, he's a firm believer in not talking before the match happens. It shows that we're not here to talk we're here to wrestle. It's just a shame that I have to be the one who destroys his future in the ring. This anger I have built over the past week will be released on my opponent. I will do this by destroying every weakness and strength C.C.M. has to offer. At the end of the match I will be the man who comes up with the win. I will be bringing the fight out of my opponent here tonight. By doing this we all get a chance to see C.C.M's true value in the ring. This match starts the journey back to the top, which makes this a very important match to me. It is a match that I can't lose, I can't let another opponent beat me. Every match lost is a match I lose my worth to this federation. Thus, I can't keep being the type of wrestler who puts people over any longer. I have to be the type of wrestler who goes beyond and above to show these fans I belong in South Rebellion Wrestling.
Monty Proust: I definitely agree with you, Jerry; Southern Rebellion Wrestling is home to a lot of great wrestlers. You happen to be one of them if I have to be honest about it. I just have one last question for you before I let you go. How do you currently feel about the Ascendant Champion Bianca Lebl – erm, Davis?
Jerry Watts: She is a champion who reigns as unworthy. While, these fans may appreciate her for what she can bring to this industry. She has yet to prove herself against a worthy opponent. An opponent who can help deliver the best title match these fans deserve to see. You see when the time comes there will be just one worthy contender for her belt. That man happens to be the man she's seeing on the screen right now. A man that knows what it feels like to be a great champion. A man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants when the time comes. If you ask me her days as champion is surely coming to an end. It will be for these fans that her precious prized belt is took from her. I just hope she's watching this match between me and C.C.M. It will serve as a reminder of what's to come her way in the near future. A warning that she doesn't stand a chance against a wrestler of my caliber. When I'm done with C.C.M. I'm coming for your belt. I know that must strike a nerve doesn't it, Bianca? Good I'm happy that your mind is being toyed with. I take great pride on playing mind games with my future opponents.
Monty Proust: I think that would make for a great match between you and our current Ascendant Champion – granted, she'll need to survive tonight's main event first. Before we go, is there anything else you want to say to these fans, Jerry?
Jerry Watts: Tonight all the anger built up inside me from last week is finally put to good use. When we step in the ring tonight C.C.M. be prepared to go to war. We can all see you aren't prepared for this match. Perhaps, it's the reason you have lost sleep this past week. The reality of this industry finally has awoken you hasn't it C.C.M.? Good I'm happy you are finally realizing the fact you're unworthy after all these years. You see these fans deserve a match that their money is good for. A match that shows the best we can offer to them every moment. Yet for some reason I think you won't be able to do that. You won't be able to do that because you don't possess the talent to perform at a high level. After all these years of being in the industry your talent has been tainted.
He laughs as these words leave his lips, his eyes staying focused on the camera. He lifts his hand up to reach for the microphone, taking it out of Monty's hand slowly, he begins to bring it up to his lips. His reaction hyping up the crowd that sat in the arena that night. He could sense they were ready for his match to happen. This had given him confidence that he was going to need to regain his momentum. He knew they deserved a match that would bring them to the edge of their seats. A match that could pass the caliber of what his last match lived up to be. Yet that wouldn't be an easy task at hand, he would try his best to give them a show. He softly grins as he shook his head towards the camera, knowing he has more to say to the fans.
Jerry Watts: C.C.M. you're looking not only at your opponent, but at a man who has nothing left to lose. A man that has grown to be dangerous over this past week. A man that doesn't care if he hurts his opponents in the ring. Tonight, I make an example out of you and your worthless outgrown career. Thus, proving you are just a stepping stone used to get people over. A stepping stone that will always be at the bottom looking up at the rest. You would think after all these years wrestling, that you would be able to still bring in ratings. The sad fact is nobody gives a shit when you're on television. This is why I have to be the one who finally puts a stop to the misery these fans witness every week. After this match going on to face more worthy opponents. The type of opponents who deserve to be in the ring with a great wrestler like myself. Get ready for a war that you will soon regret. The last thing you see is my bloody hand dripping as it's raised by the referee. My eyes staring down at what's left of your career. That is before I rust my boot off against your face. Thus, sending a message to my next opponents here in South Rebellion Wrestling.
The fans can tell he's being serious, perhaps it was his confidence getting the best of him. Though, he knew he could defeat the man known as C.C.M. It would be a match that the fans would enjoy as much as Watts did. At the end of the night helping to show his worth in the ring. He hands the microphone to Monty Proust before reaching for his towel. He places it over his head slowly as he starts to sit back down on the chair. He places the towel over his head as he begins to think about tonight's match. His mind trying to focus more on the match that night. Yet something was bothering him these past few days. After last week's match had ended in a way he didn't anticipate. It caused some of the self-doubt of being able to still bring it in the ring. He couldn't lose another match in a row. He owed it to the fans to still believe he was able to win when the time came. That night would prove this fact to himself and the fans. At that moment Monty Proust and the camera crew walk away down the hallway. He hears the fans chanting for him as the cameras transition to a black screen. Only time would tell who would be the winner of the match.
-KASEY KASH-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
JACKSON
The view shifts to backstage and the office that's usually occupied by The Rebel, Melinda Rhodes herself. Instead, through the open door, a familiar figure in a snug-fitting black thermal shirt and black jeans leans against the desk, staring down at the cell phone he's got sitting on his knee. That silver hair is a dead giveaway before The Dark Horse's tattoos are visible as he slowly pushes up the sleeves. Looking up, he realizes that the camera crew has arrived and are already rolling and he sets the phone down on the desk, facedown, clearing his throat as he adopts a serious look.
Jackson: Surprised to see me here on a Thursday? Yeah, maybe not as surprised as I was when I got the call about this week's show in the early hours of the morning after Fury Road started streaming. All of this... the talent you see here tonight and these blockbuster matches we've got coming up?
He smirks.
Jackson: All me. See, Rebel's got a few too many irons in the fire at the moment. Nothing against her... not a knock at all. Knowing when to acknowledge the success of others is a good quality, especially when it's something that reflects well on you and the company you singlehandedly turned around and reinvented. We've got a good thing going here, don't we? Yeah. We really do and the level keeps being elevated week in and week out. To say I'm impressed is a huge understatement. The views we got on last week's Fury Road thanks to that Main Event between Jerry Watts and Forge Mitchell were through the roof. Easily tripling our best streams for Savage Thursday. And yet you're surprised to see me here tonight, in the drivers' seat? I took that ball. I ran with it. I motivated some of the laziest assholes I've ever seen in this business to actually get out there and do something worthwhile and it's paid dividends.
He shakes his head.
Jackson: Before I lose everyone's focus, let's get down to brass tacks, shall we? For the foreseeable future, I'll be booking both shows. That's right. You heard me correctly. I'm the general manager of both Fury Road and Savage Thursday, effective immediately.
The Dark Horse chuckles.
Jackson: As to what that means for the future of SRW, and what you can expect going forward as we move towards another successful year in business? I'm gonna leave that up to our owner to address, when she's got a little bit more time on her hands. For right now, there's nothing to worry about. Your jobs are safe. You're in good hands.
He holds out his hands, palms up as that wolfish smirk grows on his lips.
Jackson: These hands.
-MAJA LINDSTROM-VS-SHELBY DAWSON-
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW
URSULA VON ROSSBACH & FORGE MITCHELL
A camera centers on the intrepid Marty Proust when the show returns, the interviewer standing beneath a monitor playing the Southern Rebellion logo animation on loop. The young man looks just a bit ill at ease…
Marty Proust: Welcome back to Savage Thursday, ladies and gentlemen! I’m joined at this time by two champions who will be in action tonight as a tag team!
...and all of a sudden the reasons why become so very clear. The camera pans back a bit, revealing the supremely-imposing Queen of the South Champion, Ursula Von Rossbach on Marty’s left, and the newly-crowned Hardcore Champion, the Martyr Machine himsel, Forge Mitchell on his right. Even Ursula looks a little small with Forge in the picture, but one flex of her considerable muscles and any thoughts of picking on her for that go away. Both have their belts over their shoulders… and both are dressed for war. Conspicuous by his absence is Forge’s lawyer, Aloysius Marcus Vance IV, who made a verbose appearance at Fury Road.
Marty Proust: Please join me in welcoming the Hardcore Champion, Forge, and the Queen of the South Champion, Ursula Von Rossbach!
Oh, there’s plenty of cheers for Ursula… but they’re mixed in with a moderately-negative reaction for Forge. Ursula looks to her partner for the evening, who smirks faintly at the sound.
Ursula Von Rossbach: It is agreeable to see you, Mr. Proust
Forge, however, says nothing. Marty clears his throat and gets down to business.
Marty Proust: They’re calling this a Strange Bedfellows Tag Team Match, Miss Von Rossbach… but it is no truer than it is on your side of the match. You are known for keeping your circle very close and Forge here… well…
He wants to say that the big man screams loner, or might not even care to have friends, but cannot think of how without ending up put through a wall by the Martyr Machine. Thankfully, Ursula answers his unfinished question before Marty can say anything that might be misconstrued.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Does not fit? On the contrary. Ms. Tolson likes to make grand statements comparing myself and her when in truth, we are as far apart as two entities can be. A more apt comparison for myself would be my partner this evening, Mr. Mitchell.
Marty looks at the Queen of the South with a quizzical expression.
Marty Proust: I beg your pardon? No offense to Forge, but frankly is a lunatic on the fringe and you are far more, eh... buttoned up?
Ursula responds with a mere nod.
Ursula Von Rossbach: We are both intelligent engines of destruction. Our only difference is that suffering does not bring me any joy or satisfaction. The look of defeat in the eyes of my enemies, prone at my feet and utterly crushed under the weight of my reality does. That moment when they have accepted their inadequacy and realize the utter futility of even prolonging the inevitable is what I live for.
It is only after Ursula finishes speaking that Forge says his piece.
Forge: Call this shit what it is: Rhodes and Jackson want ratings. They want revenue. What better way to get these drones to glue their eyes to their screens and keep their asses in their seats than to put two people like Ursula and myself together. Most of ‘em hope we explode and kick the shit out of each other instead of Loudmouth Tolson and Boy Scout Styles.
His look of derision shows what Forge things of that. A tiny bit of a smile flickers to life on Ursula’s face.
Forge: Except… that’s not going to happen.
The Hardcore Champion hitches the belt up a little higher on his shoulder.
Forge: Styles, Tolson… you two got a big fuckin’ problem tonight. You’re sittin’ there, praying that the chemistry between Ursula and I is gonna make some big fuckin’ boom so you can sneak off with a win and get those fingers dancin’ on Twitter about it. But power begets power. Violence respects violence. Iron sharpens iron. You get what the fuck I’m sayin’?
He gestures between himself and Von Rossbach, the Queen of the South standing straight-backed, shoulders firm, expression taut.
Forge: Rhodes and Jackson put the two baddest motherfuckers to walk through these doors… EVER… together as a unit. Sammy is still trying to remember the difference between ‘push’ and ‘pull’ since I wrapped a chair around her skull and Jerry Watts, the little bitch I took this belt from? You can hear his broken nose whistling every time he breathes since I kicked his ass. Styles? Well, unfortunately I’ve promised my partner here that I won’t beat the dog out of you tonight. She wants dibs, you see…
Another bit of that dangerous smile of Ursula’s. It even has Forge briefly crack a grin that’s more grimace than anything.
Forge: ...but that doesn’t mean I won’t lawn dart your ass into the canvas for easy acquisition before I tag her in. What it DOES mean... is that little Sammy Tolson? You belong to ME, bitch. And unlike Twitter, there’s nothing stopping me from saying and doing exactly what I want with your botoxed carcass.
Marty gets all this then tentatively turns the microphone toward Ursula.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You may call yourself a pretty little Murder Machine, Ms. Tolson. You are the self-proclaimed Queen of Suplexes. You are a member of the keyboard warrior elite on Twitter, but tonight, we unleash the full weight of reality upon your worthless carcass. I shall certainly enjoy watching him twist you in ways you never thought your own body could contort. As for Mr. Styles?
She inclines her head forward.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You are a worthy foe. Such a shame you a paired with such trash, but never the less, I always repay my debts and I owe you a defeat. May you accept the repayment graciously and with dignity, unlike your partner whom I know will throw a tantrum once the dust has settled. That is, if Mr. Mitchell allows her the privilege of walking again.
ROME - GA
10/29/2020
BELL TIME 7PM EST
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
THE PRETTY COMMITTEE
The scene opens up outside where we see a pink limo arriving at the parking lot. The limo driver pops out and opens the door and out steps Simon who rushes around to the other side of the luxurious car. He first helps Veronica Taylor out and then right after that is none other than the current Ascendant Champion Bianca Davis. The fans greet the sight of the Pretty Committee with loud boos. As the paparazzi approach and they pose, of course keeping Simon out of their shots as they are wearing matching pink Pretty Committee t-shirts, black leather pants and black high heel boots. Both have as well, matching black Chanel handbags. As they look around they soon shoo away the paparazzi and security comes, clearing them a path as they saunter off keeping their noses up in the air. Simon follows behind meekly. They are stopped by SRW Interviewer Monty Proust the moment they enter the building, as if he's been waiting to ambush them. On cue, the duo roll their eyes in disgust, groaning loudly as he begins to speak.
Monty Proust: Excuse me, Mrs. Leblanc…
Bianca holds up her hand in disgust as Veronica soon pipes in.
Veronica Tayor: Oh no he didn’t?! Like are you stupid?!
Bianca Davis: Don’t mind him, Veronica he’s just a typical basic but its Ms. Davis or Queen B, understand me?
Veronica Taylor: OMG! You’re so forgiving and kind, B.
Bianca giggles, smirking before saying in her typical smug tone.
Bianca Davis: I know I am! I mean I forgive these hicks weekly for their hate and envy of us all the time.
The fans boo at that statement as the Pretty Committee sigh, before rolling their eyes at the boos. Monty soon begins to speak in his normal professional tone, ignoring the jabs and cattiness of the PC.
Monty Proust: Well, after a tough loss at Fury Road to House of Dix tonight Bianca you take on member and longtime veteran Wendy House. Now if she wins she gets a shot at your Ascendant title however, if you win then you and Veronica get a shot at the tag team titles. What are your thoughts?
Bianca and Veronica share a glance with each other before turning their attention back to Monty Proust.
Bianca Davis: Ugh really, no comments on our amazing new shirts, and the attention we're bringing to SRW on a daily basis? Instead we start off on what happened last Friday? As I said, you have a whale lay her disgusting fat on you, you’d tap out too! But tonight, it will be one on one. And Wendy? Let’s face facts: as accomplished as you might be, tonight you’re in the ring with the most cunning woman in SRW.
Monty Proust: You’re right. This match will be no interference, no partners allowed. Your first defense, many are crying foul that Veronica was the one who got the belt off the ladder for you. Not to mention she was very helpful in you winning that title in the first place...
Bianca holds up her manicured hand before saying in a bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Really, you’re gonna disrespect me? First of all, last time I checked both matches were no DQ right? They fit ugloos style and yet what was the result? I won the match, simple as that! You can make things up or whatever. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that this title is mine.
Bianca rubs the faceplate of the Ascendant title.
Veronica Taylor: And come tonight, you will once again beat that freak who should of been locked away from the public ages ago... Wendy House. And, it will be amazing this time when they can’t use me as an excuse.
Monty Proust: Well what about the threats of the Shieldmaidens to get involved, to make sure?
Bianca, and Veronica give a bitchy glare to Monty.
Bianca Davis: Again with these biker gangs? Like what kind of circus is Rhodes running around here? They allow them to try and attack me and Veronica, why? Because we're bringing ratings and attention to this company? Because this title on my shoulder finally has a true Queen holding it?
Bianca says pointing to her tiara.
Veronica Taylor: And speaking of true tea, it's just pathetic they hate us so much they have to interfere in our business time and time again. So, how is it fair they are making these threats? Because they want to stop interference? Please, they are just more anti-PC basics running around and it’s sickening.
Bianca Davis: True but after tonight when I beat Wendy House and the Pretty Committee get our rightful tag team title shots, they wil have no choice but to recognize that not only am I the Ascendant Queen but we are also going to make tag team wrestling pretty again.
Veronica Taylor: We’re making SRW pretty, more like it.
Pretty Committee: Sorry bout it.
The Pretty Committee giggle as they saunter off confidently. Monty looks after them, shaking his head as the scene shifts to ringside.
Monty Proust: Excuse me, Mrs. Leblanc…
Bianca holds up her hand in disgust as Veronica soon pipes in.
Veronica Tayor: Oh no he didn’t?! Like are you stupid?!
Bianca Davis: Don’t mind him, Veronica he’s just a typical basic but its Ms. Davis or Queen B, understand me?
Veronica Taylor: OMG! You’re so forgiving and kind, B.
Bianca giggles, smirking before saying in her typical smug tone.
Bianca Davis: I know I am! I mean I forgive these hicks weekly for their hate and envy of us all the time.
The fans boo at that statement as the Pretty Committee sigh, before rolling their eyes at the boos. Monty soon begins to speak in his normal professional tone, ignoring the jabs and cattiness of the PC.
Monty Proust: Well, after a tough loss at Fury Road to House of Dix tonight Bianca you take on member and longtime veteran Wendy House. Now if she wins she gets a shot at your Ascendant title however, if you win then you and Veronica get a shot at the tag team titles. What are your thoughts?
Bianca and Veronica share a glance with each other before turning their attention back to Monty Proust.
Bianca Davis: Ugh really, no comments on our amazing new shirts, and the attention we're bringing to SRW on a daily basis? Instead we start off on what happened last Friday? As I said, you have a whale lay her disgusting fat on you, you’d tap out too! But tonight, it will be one on one. And Wendy? Let’s face facts: as accomplished as you might be, tonight you’re in the ring with the most cunning woman in SRW.
Monty Proust: You’re right. This match will be no interference, no partners allowed. Your first defense, many are crying foul that Veronica was the one who got the belt off the ladder for you. Not to mention she was very helpful in you winning that title in the first place...
Bianca holds up her manicured hand before saying in a bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Really, you’re gonna disrespect me? First of all, last time I checked both matches were no DQ right? They fit ugloos style and yet what was the result? I won the match, simple as that! You can make things up or whatever. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that this title is mine.
Bianca rubs the faceplate of the Ascendant title.
Veronica Taylor: And come tonight, you will once again beat that freak who should of been locked away from the public ages ago... Wendy House. And, it will be amazing this time when they can’t use me as an excuse.
Monty Proust: Well what about the threats of the Shieldmaidens to get involved, to make sure?
Bianca, and Veronica give a bitchy glare to Monty.
Bianca Davis: Again with these biker gangs? Like what kind of circus is Rhodes running around here? They allow them to try and attack me and Veronica, why? Because we're bringing ratings and attention to this company? Because this title on my shoulder finally has a true Queen holding it?
Bianca says pointing to her tiara.
Veronica Taylor: And speaking of true tea, it's just pathetic they hate us so much they have to interfere in our business time and time again. So, how is it fair they are making these threats? Because they want to stop interference? Please, they are just more anti-PC basics running around and it’s sickening.
Bianca Davis: True but after tonight when I beat Wendy House and the Pretty Committee get our rightful tag team title shots, they wil have no choice but to recognize that not only am I the Ascendant Queen but we are also going to make tag team wrestling pretty again.
Veronica Taylor: We’re making SRW pretty, more like it.
Pretty Committee: Sorry bout it.
The Pretty Committee giggle as they saunter off confidently. Monty looks after them, shaking his head as the scene shifts to ringside.
INTRO
Pyro explodes all over the stage in sync with the drum beats of Leo Moracchioli's cover of "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". A highlight reel of the last several months plays over the Star Tron over the entrance arch. The crowd gets into it, rocking out to the harder version of the Charlie Daniels classic, some headbanging as does Jenny Beck, who steps out and plays a little bit of air fiddle before she rushes down to the ring, sliding in and hopping to her feet.
Jenny Beck: REBEL SOUTH ROME GGGGEEEEEORGIA! HOW THE FUCK ARE YYYYOOOOOUUUU??!!!
*HUGE POP!*
Beck: WE GOT LIGHTS! CAMERA! THE BEST DAMN TRIBUTE TO THE LATE, GREAT CHARLIE DANIELS! BODIES WAITING TO GET BROKEN! JOE KOSS AND MIKE SPAZZ AT THE TABLE! IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER SAVAGE THHHHUUUURRRSDAY!!!
We cut to the commentary booth where indeed we find Joe Koss and Mike Spazz!
Spazz: 'Sup, bitches?
Koss: Welcome to another edition of Savage Thursday! We've got one hell of a show lined up and we've just got word from the top brass that there's gonna be some kind of huge announcement tonight.
Spazz: Almost Halloween. Maybe we're getting lucky tonight...
Koss: What?
Spazz: Some of these chicks'll look better in masks. S'all I'm sayin'.
-KATIE CHAOS-VS-BECKY BLADE-
Katie Chaos grabs Becky Blade as the bell rings and slings her off to the ropes. She catches her on the rebound with a shoulder block but Becky just staggers back and doesn't go down. Becky follows up with a quick knee to the midsection but Chaos shakes it off and comes back hard with a knife-edge chop against Blade's neck. Becky oversells it, arms windmilling as she staggers back and gasps for air and Katie catches her for a bear hug that has the crowd growing restless at the slow pace. Becky breaks out and then trips herself up with her own untied boot laces and Katie is all over her, immediately getting in position for a high-angle Boston crab. Blade wraps one hand around the bottom rope, and Katie Chaos refuses to break the hold until she gets a warning from referee Kelly. Becky tries to get away from her opponent but doesn't quite make it all the way up before Katie has her caught again and she punishes the newcomer with a series of rolling Russian legsweeps. Becky tries in vain to get a handle on the match but the Chaos is just too much for her bear and she gets caught with Pure Chaos in the middle of the ring, tapping out almost immediately.
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: KATIE CHAOS.
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: KATIE CHAOS.
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW
JERRY WATTS
The night has finally come for Jerry Watts to redeem himself. A week had passed since the moment he had lost his title belt against Forge Mitchell, a man who he had found a slight bit of respect for during their fateful match. Though, that night was much different than any other that had happened before. It was a night he planned on redeeming himself for his loss against Mitchell. When the cameras transition to where he was in the building that night; they get a glimpse of him sitting outside the hallway. His head lowers as he closes his eyes for a moment. Just for a second embracing the momentum he desires to regain after tonight. At that moment Monty Proust approaches Watts with a microphone in hand. He notices the man with every step he took closer, a nod being given towards his way slowly and Watts begins to stand up when Monty stops walking towards him. He can tell the man has a few questions to ask him.
Monty Proust: Ladies and gentlemen, I am with the former Hardcore Champion, Jerry Watts. Jerry, do you have a moment to answer some questions?
Jerry Watts: I'm always willing to answer questions you might have, Monty.
Monty Proust: I'm happy to hear that, Jerry. Last week you lost your title against a great competitor known to the world as Forge Mitchell. How are you feeling after coming to terms with losing that match? Is there any regret for not coming up with the win?
Jerry Watts: To be honest I am still regretting the failed title defense. I feel as though I have let not only myself but these fans down as well. I take great pride in being a champion in any federation I come across. It shows that my hard work pays off in the end. While, I was able to give these fans a match they deserve. I wasn't able to come up with the victory at the end. This doesn't sit well with me. However, it has caused me to be more focused going forward. It has made me see there are a lot of hungry competitors willing to take a belt off a champion at any given moment. The feeling of being on top of the mountain causes me to become hungry once again. Tonight, I plan on proving that fact against C.C.M. A man who in his own right has become a veteran in this industry. A competitor who I look forward in facing later this evening.
Monty Proust: You definitely were able to hold onto the belt longer than some of the other Hardcore Champions. We can only hope Forge Mitchell can live up to the reign you had. Though you may regret the match, there is a lot of great talk coming from it. Some people are saying it was match of the night. Speaking of C.C.M., going into this match with him leads you to another journey. A journey where we might see you back on top in the near future here in South Rebellion Wrestling. How do you feel about this important match against C.C.M.?
Jerry Watts: You see my opponent has yet to share his mind on our upcoming match. Perhaps, he's a firm believer in not talking before the match happens. It shows that we're not here to talk we're here to wrestle. It's just a shame that I have to be the one who destroys his future in the ring. This anger I have built over the past week will be released on my opponent. I will do this by destroying every weakness and strength C.C.M. has to offer. At the end of the match I will be the man who comes up with the win. I will be bringing the fight out of my opponent here tonight. By doing this we all get a chance to see C.C.M's true value in the ring. This match starts the journey back to the top, which makes this a very important match to me. It is a match that I can't lose, I can't let another opponent beat me. Every match lost is a match I lose my worth to this federation. Thus, I can't keep being the type of wrestler who puts people over any longer. I have to be the type of wrestler who goes beyond and above to show these fans I belong in South Rebellion Wrestling.
Monty Proust: I definitely agree with you, Jerry; Southern Rebellion Wrestling is home to a lot of great wrestlers. You happen to be one of them if I have to be honest about it. I just have one last question for you before I let you go. How do you currently feel about the Ascendant Champion Bianca Lebl – erm, Davis?
Jerry Watts: She is a champion who reigns as unworthy. While, these fans may appreciate her for what she can bring to this industry. She has yet to prove herself against a worthy opponent. An opponent who can help deliver the best title match these fans deserve to see. You see when the time comes there will be just one worthy contender for her belt. That man happens to be the man she's seeing on the screen right now. A man that knows what it feels like to be a great champion. A man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants when the time comes. If you ask me her days as champion is surely coming to an end. It will be for these fans that her precious prized belt is took from her. I just hope she's watching this match between me and C.C.M. It will serve as a reminder of what's to come her way in the near future. A warning that she doesn't stand a chance against a wrestler of my caliber. When I'm done with C.C.M. I'm coming for your belt. I know that must strike a nerve doesn't it, Bianca? Good I'm happy that your mind is being toyed with. I take great pride on playing mind games with my future opponents.
Monty Proust: I think that would make for a great match between you and our current Ascendant Champion – granted, she'll need to survive tonight's main event first. Before we go, is there anything else you want to say to these fans, Jerry?
Jerry Watts: Tonight all the anger built up inside me from last week is finally put to good use. When we step in the ring tonight C.C.M. be prepared to go to war. We can all see you aren't prepared for this match. Perhaps, it's the reason you have lost sleep this past week. The reality of this industry finally has awoken you hasn't it C.C.M.? Good I'm happy you are finally realizing the fact you're unworthy after all these years. You see these fans deserve a match that their money is good for. A match that shows the best we can offer to them every moment. Yet for some reason I think you won't be able to do that. You won't be able to do that because you don't possess the talent to perform at a high level. After all these years of being in the industry your talent has been tainted.
He laughs as these words leave his lips, his eyes staying focused on the camera. He lifts his hand up to reach for the microphone, taking it out of Monty's hand slowly, he begins to bring it up to his lips. His reaction hyping up the crowd that sat in the arena that night. He could sense they were ready for his match to happen. This had given him confidence that he was going to need to regain his momentum. He knew they deserved a match that would bring them to the edge of their seats. A match that could pass the caliber of what his last match lived up to be. Yet that wouldn't be an easy task at hand, he would try his best to give them a show. He softly grins as he shook his head towards the camera, knowing he has more to say to the fans.
Jerry Watts: C.C.M. you're looking not only at your opponent, but at a man who has nothing left to lose. A man that has grown to be dangerous over this past week. A man that doesn't care if he hurts his opponents in the ring. Tonight, I make an example out of you and your worthless outgrown career. Thus, proving you are just a stepping stone used to get people over. A stepping stone that will always be at the bottom looking up at the rest. You would think after all these years wrestling, that you would be able to still bring in ratings. The sad fact is nobody gives a shit when you're on television. This is why I have to be the one who finally puts a stop to the misery these fans witness every week. After this match going on to face more worthy opponents. The type of opponents who deserve to be in the ring with a great wrestler like myself. Get ready for a war that you will soon regret. The last thing you see is my bloody hand dripping as it's raised by the referee. My eyes staring down at what's left of your career. That is before I rust my boot off against your face. Thus, sending a message to my next opponents here in South Rebellion Wrestling.
The fans can tell he's being serious, perhaps it was his confidence getting the best of him. Though, he knew he could defeat the man known as C.C.M. It would be a match that the fans would enjoy as much as Watts did. At the end of the night helping to show his worth in the ring. He hands the microphone to Monty Proust before reaching for his towel. He places it over his head slowly as he starts to sit back down on the chair. He places the towel over his head as he begins to think about tonight's match. His mind trying to focus more on the match that night. Yet something was bothering him these past few days. After last week's match had ended in a way he didn't anticipate. It caused some of the self-doubt of being able to still bring it in the ring. He couldn't lose another match in a row. He owed it to the fans to still believe he was able to win when the time came. That night would prove this fact to himself and the fans. At that moment Monty Proust and the camera crew walk away down the hallway. He hears the fans chanting for him as the cameras transition to a black screen. Only time would tell who would be the winner of the match.
-KASEY KASH-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-
Kasey Kash looks motivated to grab his first win, taking control in the opening moments of the match and he drives Cherry Deville back into the corner with some stiff strikes before Cherry ducks and scrambles out of the way of a knee strike. She slips around behind and as he turns, she crashes into him, locking her arms around Kasey's midsection and nailing a headbutt before taking newcomer Kash down with a German suplex. She leaves Kasey on the mat, waiting until he rises before she swings off the ropes, nailing a flawless tiger feint kick. She drops for the cover and gets a 2 before Kash kicks out with authority. Cherry pounds on the mat in frustration and that lapse is all that's needed for Kash to try and turn the tide once again. He scoops Cherry up and levels her with a tiger driver and then he locks her into a side chancery – HOLY SHIT! Cherry lifts Kash up on her shoulder, runs for the ropes and bounces off, pounding the Aussie phenom down with a springboard sidewalk slam and the crowd pops at the sheer display of power. She drops an elbow on Kasey's neck and then gets caught in an armbar for her troubles. Cherry grabs the rope and gets a break but Kasey nails her with a knee to the side of the head and rolls her into a small package for a speedy 1-2-3 and a huge upset win!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: KASEY KASH!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: KASEY KASH!!
Koss: Huge win for Kasey Kash right there!
Spazz: Maybe she can use tonight's payday to add a little padding to her bra? She's a carpenter's dream!
Koss: ...pretty sure that's a guy, Mike.
Spazz: So was Caitlyn Jenner and I'd still let her bob for my apples...
Spazz: Maybe she can use tonight's payday to add a little padding to her bra? She's a carpenter's dream!
Koss: ...pretty sure that's a guy, Mike.
Spazz: So was Caitlyn Jenner and I'd still let her bob for my apples...
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
JACKSON
The view shifts to backstage and the office that's usually occupied by The Rebel, Melinda Rhodes herself. Instead, through the open door, a familiar figure in a snug-fitting black thermal shirt and black jeans leans against the desk, staring down at the cell phone he's got sitting on his knee. That silver hair is a dead giveaway before The Dark Horse's tattoos are visible as he slowly pushes up the sleeves. Looking up, he realizes that the camera crew has arrived and are already rolling and he sets the phone down on the desk, facedown, clearing his throat as he adopts a serious look.
Jackson: Surprised to see me here on a Thursday? Yeah, maybe not as surprised as I was when I got the call about this week's show in the early hours of the morning after Fury Road started streaming. All of this... the talent you see here tonight and these blockbuster matches we've got coming up?
He smirks.
Jackson: All me. See, Rebel's got a few too many irons in the fire at the moment. Nothing against her... not a knock at all. Knowing when to acknowledge the success of others is a good quality, especially when it's something that reflects well on you and the company you singlehandedly turned around and reinvented. We've got a good thing going here, don't we? Yeah. We really do and the level keeps being elevated week in and week out. To say I'm impressed is a huge understatement. The views we got on last week's Fury Road thanks to that Main Event between Jerry Watts and Forge Mitchell were through the roof. Easily tripling our best streams for Savage Thursday. And yet you're surprised to see me here tonight, in the drivers' seat? I took that ball. I ran with it. I motivated some of the laziest assholes I've ever seen in this business to actually get out there and do something worthwhile and it's paid dividends.
He shakes his head.
Jackson: Before I lose everyone's focus, let's get down to brass tacks, shall we? For the foreseeable future, I'll be booking both shows. That's right. You heard me correctly. I'm the general manager of both Fury Road and Savage Thursday, effective immediately.
The Dark Horse chuckles.
Jackson: As to what that means for the future of SRW, and what you can expect going forward as we move towards another successful year in business? I'm gonna leave that up to our owner to address, when she's got a little bit more time on her hands. For right now, there's nothing to worry about. Your jobs are safe. You're in good hands.
He holds out his hands, palms up as that wolfish smirk grows on his lips.
Jackson: These hands.
-MAJA LINDSTROM-VS-SHELBY DAWSON-
Ding-a-Ding-Ding goes the bell as Maja and Shelby collide with a lock up. The two show off great technical prowess as they transition from hold to hold, going evenly back and forth with no give between either woman. Maja manages to flip Shelby off her feet and onto her back, going for a quick armbar, only for Shelby to pop Maja in the face with a lifted knee! The two roll apart, Maja a bit dazed as Shelby moves in with a barrage of strikes! She does her best but Shelby’s speed proves a bit much for her as a final roundhouse kick sends Maja falling into the ropes and to the canvas! Shelby goes for a quick pin right there, but it’s a kickout at two!
Back on their feet, once more Maja and Shelby lock up but this time Maja hits a surprise knee to the midsection followed by THE ANGEL’S DEMISE, getting a two count herself! Back and forth the two battle with holds and strikes, though Maja gradually seems to be getting the upper hand on Shelby until a surprise HEAD OVER HEELS kick drops her flat on her back! Shelby goes for the pin and snags herself the 1-2-3!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: SHELBY DAWSON!!!
Back on their feet, once more Maja and Shelby lock up but this time Maja hits a surprise knee to the midsection followed by THE ANGEL’S DEMISE, getting a two count herself! Back and forth the two battle with holds and strikes, though Maja gradually seems to be getting the upper hand on Shelby until a surprise HEAD OVER HEELS kick drops her flat on her back! Shelby goes for the pin and snags herself the 1-2-3!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: SHELBY DAWSON!!!
Koss: Shelby Dawson with a huge upset over Maja-
Spazz: SWEDEROLL!! BABY!! IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO KISS YOU BETTER LATER... CALL ME!
Koss: After the upset victory over Jerry Watts just a few short weeks ago, it's any wonder what defeating Maja is going to do for Shelby Dawson's SRW career.
Spazz: SWEDEROLL!! BABY!! IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO KISS YOU BETTER LATER... CALL ME!
Koss: After the upset victory over Jerry Watts just a few short weeks ago, it's any wonder what defeating Maja is going to do for Shelby Dawson's SRW career.
BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW
URSULA VON ROSSBACH & FORGE MITCHELL
A camera centers on the intrepid Marty Proust when the show returns, the interviewer standing beneath a monitor playing the Southern Rebellion logo animation on loop. The young man looks just a bit ill at ease…
Marty Proust: Welcome back to Savage Thursday, ladies and gentlemen! I’m joined at this time by two champions who will be in action tonight as a tag team!
...and all of a sudden the reasons why become so very clear. The camera pans back a bit, revealing the supremely-imposing Queen of the South Champion, Ursula Von Rossbach on Marty’s left, and the newly-crowned Hardcore Champion, the Martyr Machine himsel, Forge Mitchell on his right. Even Ursula looks a little small with Forge in the picture, but one flex of her considerable muscles and any thoughts of picking on her for that go away. Both have their belts over their shoulders… and both are dressed for war. Conspicuous by his absence is Forge’s lawyer, Aloysius Marcus Vance IV, who made a verbose appearance at Fury Road.
Marty Proust: Please join me in welcoming the Hardcore Champion, Forge, and the Queen of the South Champion, Ursula Von Rossbach!
Oh, there’s plenty of cheers for Ursula… but they’re mixed in with a moderately-negative reaction for Forge. Ursula looks to her partner for the evening, who smirks faintly at the sound.
Ursula Von Rossbach: It is agreeable to see you, Mr. Proust
Forge, however, says nothing. Marty clears his throat and gets down to business.
Marty Proust: They’re calling this a Strange Bedfellows Tag Team Match, Miss Von Rossbach… but it is no truer than it is on your side of the match. You are known for keeping your circle very close and Forge here… well…
He wants to say that the big man screams loner, or might not even care to have friends, but cannot think of how without ending up put through a wall by the Martyr Machine. Thankfully, Ursula answers his unfinished question before Marty can say anything that might be misconstrued.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Does not fit? On the contrary. Ms. Tolson likes to make grand statements comparing myself and her when in truth, we are as far apart as two entities can be. A more apt comparison for myself would be my partner this evening, Mr. Mitchell.
Marty looks at the Queen of the South with a quizzical expression.
Marty Proust: I beg your pardon? No offense to Forge, but frankly is a lunatic on the fringe and you are far more, eh... buttoned up?
Ursula responds with a mere nod.
Ursula Von Rossbach: We are both intelligent engines of destruction. Our only difference is that suffering does not bring me any joy or satisfaction. The look of defeat in the eyes of my enemies, prone at my feet and utterly crushed under the weight of my reality does. That moment when they have accepted their inadequacy and realize the utter futility of even prolonging the inevitable is what I live for.
It is only after Ursula finishes speaking that Forge says his piece.
Forge: Call this shit what it is: Rhodes and Jackson want ratings. They want revenue. What better way to get these drones to glue their eyes to their screens and keep their asses in their seats than to put two people like Ursula and myself together. Most of ‘em hope we explode and kick the shit out of each other instead of Loudmouth Tolson and Boy Scout Styles.
His look of derision shows what Forge things of that. A tiny bit of a smile flickers to life on Ursula’s face.
Forge: Except… that’s not going to happen.
The Hardcore Champion hitches the belt up a little higher on his shoulder.
Forge: Styles, Tolson… you two got a big fuckin’ problem tonight. You’re sittin’ there, praying that the chemistry between Ursula and I is gonna make some big fuckin’ boom so you can sneak off with a win and get those fingers dancin’ on Twitter about it. But power begets power. Violence respects violence. Iron sharpens iron. You get what the fuck I’m sayin’?
He gestures between himself and Von Rossbach, the Queen of the South standing straight-backed, shoulders firm, expression taut.
Forge: Rhodes and Jackson put the two baddest motherfuckers to walk through these doors… EVER… together as a unit. Sammy is still trying to remember the difference between ‘push’ and ‘pull’ since I wrapped a chair around her skull and Jerry Watts, the little bitch I took this belt from? You can hear his broken nose whistling every time he breathes since I kicked his ass. Styles? Well, unfortunately I’ve promised my partner here that I won’t beat the dog out of you tonight. She wants dibs, you see…
Another bit of that dangerous smile of Ursula’s. It even has Forge briefly crack a grin that’s more grimace than anything.
Forge: ...but that doesn’t mean I won’t lawn dart your ass into the canvas for easy acquisition before I tag her in. What it DOES mean... is that little Sammy Tolson? You belong to ME, bitch. And unlike Twitter, there’s nothing stopping me from saying and doing exactly what I want with your botoxed carcass.
Marty gets all this then tentatively turns the microphone toward Ursula.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You may call yourself a pretty little Murder Machine, Ms. Tolson. You are the self-proclaimed Queen of Suplexes. You are a member of the keyboard warrior elite on Twitter, but tonight, we unleash the full weight of reality upon your worthless carcass. I shall certainly enjoy watching him twist you in ways you never thought your own body could contort. As for Mr. Styles?
She inclines her head forward.
Ursula Von Rossbach: You are a worthy foe. Such a shame you a paired with such trash, but never the less, I always repay my debts and I owe you a defeat. May you accept the repayment graciously and with dignity, unlike your partner whom I know will throw a tantrum once the dust has settled. That is, if Mr. Mitchell allows her the privilege of walking again.
STRANGE BEDFELLOWS TAG
-CHRIS STYLES & SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-FORGE MITCHELL & URSULA VON ROSSBACH-
Chris Styles and Sam Tolson look across the ring with grim determination upon two of the most brutal entities within all of SRW. As promised, Ursula Von Rossbach stands back, allowing Forge Mitchell full reign over the ring as he is so geared up that with mere microseconds of the bell ringing, he crosses the ring and unloads on Tolson with a cheap but powerful jab and right cross combination that catches her off guard, followed by a knee to the midsection and a hard clubbing blow to the back to drive her right down on the canvas!
Chris shouts encouragement to Sam as Forge gathers her up and violently deposits her with THE CHROME BOMB!!! Tolson skids on impact, but manages to get up quickly with a grimace of pain on her face and a hand to the small of her back. Forge rushes in with a running kick but Sam catches the leg and pulls him into a stiff lariat! This is immediately followed by an elbow drop straight into a grounded headlock! Forge answers with a leg hook counter, pulling her into a grounded headscissor choke, which she manages to slip free from!
The two are on their feet and he goes for a fast haymaker, but Sam ducks, wrapping her arms around Forge and backbridging with a snap GERMAN SUPLEX!!! He rolls on impact to his feet, then falls forward on the canvas! Sam takes a moment to talk trash to Ursula, who just rolls her eyes and answers with a flapping hand.
Instead of tagging out, Sam marches over and violently slaps Ursula’s face! The Lady Terminator brushes her hair back, but instead of striking back, merely smiles as Sam Tolson finds a pair of arms around her waist and is suddenly sent HURTLING across the ring with a high angle release german suplex from Forge Mitchell! She lands with a skid and rolls out of the ring in a heap on the floor!
He promptly mouths off to Chris Styles, which prompts superman himself to enter the ring, only to be stopped by the referee. Forge promptly rolls out of the ring as Chris argues with the ref. As Sam gets to her feet, Forge pulls from his pocket a hard rubber and lead blackjack and cracks Sam across the temple, then again on the back of her head, then promptly hits the PISTON KICK, dropping her flat on her back!
Chris immediately drops out of the ring and rushes at Forge, who quickly disposes of his weapon. He eats several shots from Chris, getting driven back. Chris fails to notice Ursula Von Rossbach running the length and gets a stiff running low kick from up high delivered right in his face, his head snapping back as he stumbles and falls across the ring steps! Ursula drops down off the apron as Chris pushes off the steps with a lariat, only to eat THE GREAT KICK!
She smirks only to find a pair of arms around her waist! Her eyes go wide as Samantha Tolson hoists her up and over into the air with a solid GERMAN SUPLEX! Tolson doesn’t let go, however, hitting a second, a third, and finally releasing on the Fourth!!! Tolson gets to her feet with a whoop only to barely duck a running clothesline from Forge! She peppers him with several hard rights and a left before finally drilling him with a BELLY TO BELLY OVERHEAD SUPLEX!
As she gets up, there is Ursula once more, hoisting her up and tossing her back into the ring! Chris Styles suddenly is on Ursula with hard rights and lefts, the Lady Terminator being driven back only a couple steps before catching his fist and pulls him in for THE BIONIC HEADBUTT! He goes down clutching his head in agony, but here comes Tolson with THE ODE TO MEXICO!! Ursula catches her and just as it seems she’s going to power slam her to the floor, Tolson spins out and around to drill Ursula with a falling DDT!!!!
It turns into a brawl between Forge and Tolson from there, the two exchanging shots, but Tolson is clearly losing steam. The repeated blows to the head have really taken their toll and suddenly she found herself answering less and less shots until finally Forge hits a LUNGING HEADBUTT that rocks Tolson off her feet! He then rolls her into the ring and makes a pin attempt, but Tolson kicks out at two and a half!!!
At this point Rossbach and Styles have returned to their perches in their prospective corners while Forge bashes Tolson’s head into the canvas over and over again, keeping the heat on as he focuses on the weak point he created. A shouted warning and count from the referee has Forge backing off and getting right in the Ref’s face with murder in his eyes! This allows a dazed Sam Tolson to push herself towards her corner and tag in Chris Styles!
Hearing the slap, Forge spins around and gets hit with a running shoulder block! Rocked back, he bounces to his feet just in time to take the full brunt of a running lou thesz press! He hops to his feet, points a cocked ‘Finger Gun’ at Ursula shouting “BANG BANG!” before hitting a hard elbow drop on his foe’s chest. Forge rises a bit groggy and can’t even adjust in time as THE STYLES SMASH CONNECTS! On impact, Chris makes the pin but Forge rolls a shoulder up at 2.9998!
Chris gathers up Forge and tosses him for the ropes, but severely underestimates Ursula’s reach as she reaches out to slap Forge’s shoulder! Chris still scoops him up on the rebound to hit THE DRIVER, then bounces straight to his feet to go for another STYLES SMASH but Ursula ducks the arm, catches him by the throat and hits the SAMBO CHOKESLAM!!! This is followed by her rushing with a violent forearm shot to drive Tolson off of the apron to the floor!
Ursula then goes for the cover on Chris but is surprised to find her foot grabbed through the ropes and herself being pulled outside by Sam Tolson! Sam pulls her right into a rear waistlock, but this time Ursula forces herself free! The two end up in a violent brawl outside the ring as the referee ticks the ring out count away! However, Sam’s ravaged and potentially concussed state works against her as Ursula gradually wins the brawl. Sam goes for one desperate swing and is caught by the arm, spun around and driven to the floor with THE VON TERMINATOR!!!!
She then rolls into the ring to go deal with Chris who catches her off guard with THE STYLES DROP!!! He makes the pin and it’s almost elementary except Forge breaks up the cover!!! Forge and Chris end up in a huge back and forth brawl in the middle of the ring and for a moment, Chris seems likely to win the exchange until he’s spun around, scooped up and dropped with THE GREAT SLAM!!!! Ursula holds Chris’s leg for the pin and 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: URSULA VON ROSSBACH AND FORGE MITCHELL!!!!
POST MATCH: Ursula and Forge do not celebrate, but merely leave devastation in their wake. Chris stares hard after the two and it's only when they've disappeared behind the curtains that Samantha Tolson finally recovers enough to look over the ring apron to find the results of the match. Immediately, anger and disappointment are written on her face.
Spazz: Holy shit! Samantha Tolson is gonna get HULK SMASHED FOR THAT FUCK UP, YO!!
Koss: Chris Styles had that match all but won...
Spazz: Almost ain't all the way.
Koss: I can't wait to see him go toe-to-toe with UVR with the championship on the line. That's gonna be a match for the ages.
Spazz: Yeah. If the roid rage doesn't kill him first.
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
CCM
We head backstage where CCM is sitting on one of those random boxes that are always backstage at wrestling shows, but no-one ever explains why or what they are.
CCM: So here we go. Savage Thursday. It’s ya boi taking on one of the biggest toughest bastards in SRW, the former Hardcore Champion, Jerry Watts. Me trying to hack down a big tree again, who’d have thunk it? Still, I’ll take hacking down a massive bastard over interacting with the massive bitch that is my ex-wife, so step in the right direction, eh?
He smirks.
CCM: Watts is a big guy, he’s a tough guy. And don’t worry Jerry, I ain’t throwing any dumb shade your way like poser-boy Forge and his pet lizard lawyer. Only good lawyer is a dead one in my book. Making money off getting criminals off the hook? Scum of the Earth. I gotta admit though, I was kinda surprised you dropped the belt to old Forgey. Here I was convinced he was all talk and no trousers... hell, maybe you thought so too and took your eye off the ball? It happens man. I won’t hold it against you. Way I see it, you’ve got form and pedigree in this company, championship gold on your resume, and these are the kind of opponents I relish facing. NOT for any sense of challenge and accomplishment, I just think it’s amusing when they lose to a little shitbag like me. That’s what I do, I upset the apple cart, mush some apples and celebrate with a damn good Somerset cider.
He chuckles.
CCM: I mean, beating people with championship pedigree isn’t new for me. I’ve submitted the current Conquest Champion, pinned the current Queen of the South Champion, and even tapped out the Hardcore Champion prior to you Jerry. Being a smarmy, unassuming little shit who sneaks victories from those one would think were bigger, better and more deserving... I like that. So many people in this business are maniacal egomaniacs who think they’re all kinds of hot shit... but you know what? Everyone loses sometimes. Better to take it on the chin and not make yourself look like a massive bellend when you end up on your ass. Hey UVR, how ya doing?
He waves.
CCM: Still, I look forward to our match, Jerry. No doubt you look at someone like me, and think "how can I lose fair and square to this little shit"? Well, as I always tell em, mate...
He stands off the box, and leans in with a shit-eating grin.
CCM: I don’t fight fair. Toodle-pip!
He walks off as we head back to ringside.
Spazz: British people are so weird. Toodle-pip crumpets bangers and mash. It's Chewsday, innit? Fuckin' A!
Koss: ...I have no idea what you just said.
Spazz: That makes two of us, then.
Chris shouts encouragement to Sam as Forge gathers her up and violently deposits her with THE CHROME BOMB!!! Tolson skids on impact, but manages to get up quickly with a grimace of pain on her face and a hand to the small of her back. Forge rushes in with a running kick but Sam catches the leg and pulls him into a stiff lariat! This is immediately followed by an elbow drop straight into a grounded headlock! Forge answers with a leg hook counter, pulling her into a grounded headscissor choke, which she manages to slip free from!
The two are on their feet and he goes for a fast haymaker, but Sam ducks, wrapping her arms around Forge and backbridging with a snap GERMAN SUPLEX!!! He rolls on impact to his feet, then falls forward on the canvas! Sam takes a moment to talk trash to Ursula, who just rolls her eyes and answers with a flapping hand.
Instead of tagging out, Sam marches over and violently slaps Ursula’s face! The Lady Terminator brushes her hair back, but instead of striking back, merely smiles as Sam Tolson finds a pair of arms around her waist and is suddenly sent HURTLING across the ring with a high angle release german suplex from Forge Mitchell! She lands with a skid and rolls out of the ring in a heap on the floor!
He promptly mouths off to Chris Styles, which prompts superman himself to enter the ring, only to be stopped by the referee. Forge promptly rolls out of the ring as Chris argues with the ref. As Sam gets to her feet, Forge pulls from his pocket a hard rubber and lead blackjack and cracks Sam across the temple, then again on the back of her head, then promptly hits the PISTON KICK, dropping her flat on her back!
Chris immediately drops out of the ring and rushes at Forge, who quickly disposes of his weapon. He eats several shots from Chris, getting driven back. Chris fails to notice Ursula Von Rossbach running the length and gets a stiff running low kick from up high delivered right in his face, his head snapping back as he stumbles and falls across the ring steps! Ursula drops down off the apron as Chris pushes off the steps with a lariat, only to eat THE GREAT KICK!
She smirks only to find a pair of arms around her waist! Her eyes go wide as Samantha Tolson hoists her up and over into the air with a solid GERMAN SUPLEX! Tolson doesn’t let go, however, hitting a second, a third, and finally releasing on the Fourth!!! Tolson gets to her feet with a whoop only to barely duck a running clothesline from Forge! She peppers him with several hard rights and a left before finally drilling him with a BELLY TO BELLY OVERHEAD SUPLEX!
As she gets up, there is Ursula once more, hoisting her up and tossing her back into the ring! Chris Styles suddenly is on Ursula with hard rights and lefts, the Lady Terminator being driven back only a couple steps before catching his fist and pulls him in for THE BIONIC HEADBUTT! He goes down clutching his head in agony, but here comes Tolson with THE ODE TO MEXICO!! Ursula catches her and just as it seems she’s going to power slam her to the floor, Tolson spins out and around to drill Ursula with a falling DDT!!!!
It turns into a brawl between Forge and Tolson from there, the two exchanging shots, but Tolson is clearly losing steam. The repeated blows to the head have really taken their toll and suddenly she found herself answering less and less shots until finally Forge hits a LUNGING HEADBUTT that rocks Tolson off her feet! He then rolls her into the ring and makes a pin attempt, but Tolson kicks out at two and a half!!!
At this point Rossbach and Styles have returned to their perches in their prospective corners while Forge bashes Tolson’s head into the canvas over and over again, keeping the heat on as he focuses on the weak point he created. A shouted warning and count from the referee has Forge backing off and getting right in the Ref’s face with murder in his eyes! This allows a dazed Sam Tolson to push herself towards her corner and tag in Chris Styles!
Hearing the slap, Forge spins around and gets hit with a running shoulder block! Rocked back, he bounces to his feet just in time to take the full brunt of a running lou thesz press! He hops to his feet, points a cocked ‘Finger Gun’ at Ursula shouting “BANG BANG!” before hitting a hard elbow drop on his foe’s chest. Forge rises a bit groggy and can’t even adjust in time as THE STYLES SMASH CONNECTS! On impact, Chris makes the pin but Forge rolls a shoulder up at 2.9998!
Chris gathers up Forge and tosses him for the ropes, but severely underestimates Ursula’s reach as she reaches out to slap Forge’s shoulder! Chris still scoops him up on the rebound to hit THE DRIVER, then bounces straight to his feet to go for another STYLES SMASH but Ursula ducks the arm, catches him by the throat and hits the SAMBO CHOKESLAM!!! This is followed by her rushing with a violent forearm shot to drive Tolson off of the apron to the floor!
Ursula then goes for the cover on Chris but is surprised to find her foot grabbed through the ropes and herself being pulled outside by Sam Tolson! Sam pulls her right into a rear waistlock, but this time Ursula forces herself free! The two end up in a violent brawl outside the ring as the referee ticks the ring out count away! However, Sam’s ravaged and potentially concussed state works against her as Ursula gradually wins the brawl. Sam goes for one desperate swing and is caught by the arm, spun around and driven to the floor with THE VON TERMINATOR!!!!
She then rolls into the ring to go deal with Chris who catches her off guard with THE STYLES DROP!!! He makes the pin and it’s almost elementary except Forge breaks up the cover!!! Forge and Chris end up in a huge back and forth brawl in the middle of the ring and for a moment, Chris seems likely to win the exchange until he’s spun around, scooped up and dropped with THE GREAT SLAM!!!! Ursula holds Chris’s leg for the pin and 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: URSULA VON ROSSBACH AND FORGE MITCHELL!!!!
POST MATCH: Ursula and Forge do not celebrate, but merely leave devastation in their wake. Chris stares hard after the two and it's only when they've disappeared behind the curtains that Samantha Tolson finally recovers enough to look over the ring apron to find the results of the match. Immediately, anger and disappointment are written on her face.
Spazz: Holy shit! Samantha Tolson is gonna get HULK SMASHED FOR THAT FUCK UP, YO!!
Koss: Chris Styles had that match all but won...
Spazz: Almost ain't all the way.
Koss: I can't wait to see him go toe-to-toe with UVR with the championship on the line. That's gonna be a match for the ages.
Spazz: Yeah. If the roid rage doesn't kill him first.
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
CCM
We head backstage where CCM is sitting on one of those random boxes that are always backstage at wrestling shows, but no-one ever explains why or what they are.
CCM: So here we go. Savage Thursday. It’s ya boi taking on one of the biggest toughest bastards in SRW, the former Hardcore Champion, Jerry Watts. Me trying to hack down a big tree again, who’d have thunk it? Still, I’ll take hacking down a massive bastard over interacting with the massive bitch that is my ex-wife, so step in the right direction, eh?
He smirks.
CCM: Watts is a big guy, he’s a tough guy. And don’t worry Jerry, I ain’t throwing any dumb shade your way like poser-boy Forge and his pet lizard lawyer. Only good lawyer is a dead one in my book. Making money off getting criminals off the hook? Scum of the Earth. I gotta admit though, I was kinda surprised you dropped the belt to old Forgey. Here I was convinced he was all talk and no trousers... hell, maybe you thought so too and took your eye off the ball? It happens man. I won’t hold it against you. Way I see it, you’ve got form and pedigree in this company, championship gold on your resume, and these are the kind of opponents I relish facing. NOT for any sense of challenge and accomplishment, I just think it’s amusing when they lose to a little shitbag like me. That’s what I do, I upset the apple cart, mush some apples and celebrate with a damn good Somerset cider.
He chuckles.
CCM: I mean, beating people with championship pedigree isn’t new for me. I’ve submitted the current Conquest Champion, pinned the current Queen of the South Champion, and even tapped out the Hardcore Champion prior to you Jerry. Being a smarmy, unassuming little shit who sneaks victories from those one would think were bigger, better and more deserving... I like that. So many people in this business are maniacal egomaniacs who think they’re all kinds of hot shit... but you know what? Everyone loses sometimes. Better to take it on the chin and not make yourself look like a massive bellend when you end up on your ass. Hey UVR, how ya doing?
He waves.
CCM: Still, I look forward to our match, Jerry. No doubt you look at someone like me, and think "how can I lose fair and square to this little shit"? Well, as I always tell em, mate...
He stands off the box, and leans in with a shit-eating grin.
CCM: I don’t fight fair. Toodle-pip!
He walks off as we head back to ringside.
Spazz: British people are so weird. Toodle-pip crumpets bangers and mash. It's Chewsday, innit? Fuckin' A!
Koss: ...I have no idea what you just said.
Spazz: That makes two of us, then.
-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-VS-VALORA THOMAS-
The bell rings and Valora wastes no time, charging in at Psycho and nailing her with a chop block to the knee. The attempt to seize momentum is halted, however, when Psycho staggers but doesn't go down, instead spinning to nail Valora in the back of the head with a backfist. Valora leans on the top rope, holding the back of her head. When Psycho charges in, she sidesteps and grabs the back of Psycho's head, dropping her with a stunner before springing off the second rope with a legdrop. Both women roll back to their feet, distracted for a moment as Luther Thunder appears at the top of the ramp with a steel chair in hand. Psycho laughs, thinking he's heading to the ring to help her welcome Thomas but instead he opens it and makes a show of sitting down, as though he's looking to scout the action between the two women. Valora looks wary as she keeps her eyes on both, staying completely still as Psycho almost begs her to make the first move, taunting her with words that the ringside microphones fail to pick up. Psycho finally moves towards her opponent with confidence but the moment she's in range, Valora does a backflip, catching Psycho with her Trick Kick that packs enough force for Psycho to hit the deck! She follows up with a rolling thunder and then rolls Psycho over to hook the leg – DENIED! Psycho reverses it, rolling over and scrambling to lock Valora into Across The River. She puts the tension on, but they're too close to the ropes and Valora gets the break and the immediate reversal when she catches Maguire with an arm trap crossface – ANOTHER ROPE BREAK!
Luther is literally on the edge of his seat, watching the match closely as Psycho pulls her hand back like she's going to throw a punch, but Valora dodges and catches her for a float-over neckbreaker! Psycho manages to break out of it immediately, scrambling to the ropes for a breather but Valora is all over her like white on rice and as Psycho rolls quickly to her feet, Valora hits her with a diving shoulder to the knee. Psycho sags to the canvas and Valora nails an elbow drop from the second rope to the same knee! Valora grabs Psycho by the back of the head and helps her to her feet, sending her packing into the ropes with a standard Irish whip. Maguire comes off, and dodges, slipping behind Valora and nails a perfect spinning sidewalk slam that gets a huge pop from the crowd and a golf clap from the Conquest Champion. Psycho stumbles to her feet and charges at Valora again, clearly favoring her knee. The two lock up in the middle of the ring, and Psycho immediately powers Valora down to the mat, forcing her to her knees with a boot to the midsection that breaks the hold. Valora gets to her feet, slinging Psycho into the ropes again. This time she takes Psycho down with a hard springboard body block. Following up with a snap DDT when Psycho gets to her knees, Valora nails a rolling elbow and goes for another pinfall attempt, only to be rolled up into a small package by Psycho Maguire – FOOT ON THE ROPE AT 2.5!
Kelly Kirk stops counting and Valora slithers out of the hold. The two women are back on their feet and yet again Valora looks to keep the momentum in her favor as she slings Psycho into the ropes. On the rebound, Maguire stumbles and the flying forearm meant for her face misses as Valora tries to reverse her momentum. She turns around and right into Gealtachta – SMACK!!! The sound of the impact is loud and the crowd erupts as Valora Thomas crumbles. Psycho smothers her for a cover, hooking both legs but Thomas barely twitches as she gets the 1-2-3!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: PSYCHO MAGUIRE!!
Koss: Luther Thunder's clearly out here scouting opponents.
Spazz: Or looking to replace... what's-her-face?
Koss: Who?
Spazz: I wanna say Helga?
Koss: You mean Esme? His wife?
Spazz: Maybe they're looking to add a little swingers action in the bedroom? I'm not judging.
COMMERCIAL
-CCM-VS-JERRY WATTS-
CCM grabs Watts by the shoulders, spins him around and plants him on the canvas with an implant DDT as the bell rings. Watts is quick to his feet, and the two circle each other, each with an identical look of determination. CCM stops suddenly and grins as he holds out his hand, looking for the classic greco-Roman knuckle lock. Watts immediately obliges and then the two are trying to power each other down. Watts seems surprised by the fact that CCM is stronger than he looks and then the Yorkshire terror manages to kick one of his hands free, and spins around, putting Watts into a quick but effective hammerlock and then the former Hardcore Champion finds himself flat on his back, courtesy of a legsweep. He's not down long and CCM backs off, knowing better than to try and press his luck and once they're back up, the two men connect in the middle of the ring, locking up and immediately breaking apart as Watts tries again to overpower CCM who drops down and goes for a low blow only to have his head almost taken off by a lariat – WHAT THE HELL?! CCM catches the arm of Watts and uses the momentum of the impact to turn it into an armdrag and then he straddles the former Hardcore Champion with a Thesz press while the crowd goes insane! Watts shoves CCM away, rearing back with his left fist and connecting with a solid European uppercut. CCM doesn't go down, and doesn't falter, so Watts slams him in the face with a palm strike and it looks like he came dangerously close to shattering CCM's nose! They're back up and they're still going at it like back alley brawlers. CCM rushes Watts, pushing him back against the ropes. Watts responds with a vicious kick into CCM's midsection and then applies a belly to back release suplex. Not wasting a moment's time, Watts lays the boots to CCM and then drops a knee across his midsection before floating over for the first cover and near-fall of the match! CCM kicks out at 2.5 and the crowd goes nuts as they stagger back up to their feet for another round of damage!
CCM goes for a Yakuza kick but misses. Watts takes him down with a vicious punch to the face that leaves CCM seeing stars. Smirking sadistically as he circles, Watts crouches, waiting for CCM to regain his footing. As soon as he makes it to his feet, Watts charges with a spear, but CCM manages to save himself by diving aside. Instead, Watts connects with the referee, driving him back hard into the steel ring post. Billy Edwards hits the mat like a ton of bricks and Watts whips CCM at the ropes, connecting with a cross body block that sends him sprawling to the floor. Watts seizes the ropes, vaulting over and landing heavily atop CCM, his feet stomping on CCM's chest. Roughly, Watts grabs the back of CCM's head; pulling him to his feet and sending him head first into the steel barrier. Watts, however, isn't satisfied as he hoists CCM in a fireman carry and brings him back towards the ring, dropping him atop the steel steps. Watts kicks the stairs, separating the two pieces and with a sick smile, he grabs the larger bottom step, raising it above his head. CCM suddenly lashes out with his foot, catching the side of the former champ's knee. The crowd is on their feet, going insane as the steel steps clatter to the ground, useless as Watts falls, clutching his knee. CCM grabs him by the back of the head, pulling him to his feet and now he's holding that chunk of steel over his head – CLANGGGGG! The steel steps bounce off the former champ's head and crash to the barrier and CCM rolls back into the ring to break up the count as the dazed referee starts. It looks like Watts is down for the count as CCM drags him up to his feet. There's a cut above his eye that's bleeding but Watts seems dazed as CCM levels a kick into his midsection and then rolls Watts into the ring. CCM follows him in, going for a mudhole stomping as Watts tries to get away. CCM stomps on Jerry's shoulder, keeping him down before slamming his knees into the former champ's throat, talking trash as the crowd starts booing. Gagging, Watts reaches out on instinct and grabs a handful of CCM's family jewels, twisting and pulling. CCM falls back and Watts tackles him, smashing his forearm across CCM's face. He wraps his hands around CCM's throat, dragging him to his feet and setting him upright – CHOKESLAM! HOLY SHIT!
Rather than drop for the pin, Watts staggers back and swipes the blood from his eyes, watching as CCM struggles to his feet and leans on the ropes, looking like he's about to collapse. CCM waits until Watts looks away and then dives in – the crowd noise alerts Watts to the incoming spear and he turns around, smashing his forearm against CCM's face. CCM goes down hard, and so does Watts, in pain as the impact nearly breaks his arm. Watts manages to grab CCM's leg as he tries to rise, pulling him down and off balance into a sharpshooter. CCM strains towards the rope, managing to catch hold of it before Watts can pull him back. Both men hit their feet, CCM looking a little winded as Watts goes for a stunner, but CCM manages to reverse it into a surprise backslide, using the ropes for leverage. The still woozy Edwards drops for the count and it's a 2.5!!
Watts kicks out with authority and rolls out of the ring. CCM pulls himself unsteadily to his feet, seeming to draw energy from the heated crowd. Watts rolls back into the ring and eats a short-armed clothesline that sends him stumbling back. CCM pulls Watts forward and shoves Jerry at the ropes, connecting with a stunning high dropkick as Watts comes back. He drops for the rollup, rolling through into a schoolboy, but Watts reverses it, rolling through into the ropes for a break. Watts is first to his feet, and he scoops CCM up, throwing him into a torture rack before tossing him in the air. He punches CCM in the gut as he's falling and then goes for a knee drop on CCM's neck only to have the man roll aside. Watts staggers up, battling back and driving CCM into the corner with a couple stiff elbow strikes. CCM spits blood in Watts's face, grabbing him around the middle and driving him back with a headbutt followed by a heart punch. He leaves Watts on the mat, trying to remember how to breathe and scrambles up the ropes, launching himself with a flying fistdrop. Watts rolls aside at the last possible second. He rolls to his feet and winds up, kicking CCM hard in the chest. CCM staggers back and Watts nails a textbook Iconic Drop in the middle of the ring!! He drops for the cover, hooking both legs and the crowd is going wild as he picks up the 1-2-3!!
WINNER VIA PINFALL: JERRY WATTS!!!
Koss: JERRY WATTS IS AN UNSTOPPABLE MACHINE!
Spazz: TOODLE-PIP YO MUTHAFUGGIN ASS GOODBYE!!
Koss: That Iconic Drop's no joke.
Spazz: I said that months ago! Stop stealing my material!
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
HOUSE OF DIX
"God flippin' dammit" is the first thing we hear as we see Wendy House backstage.
House: Da one time... DA ONE TIME mes show up all on time an stuffs, and mes partner in cwime is late. It's like we's takin' it in turns... just... wiv me having like six turns before dis. Whatevz. Me's weally excited about me's big match tonight, where me's faces one half of da Twitty Committee... oh! You's made it!
Sure enough, Tracy has come across now. She then notices something off camera.
House: OI! TRACE! OVER HERE!
Our esteemed karate legend flails her arms like crazy and we see a less than enthusiastic Tracy Dixon walking into shot.
Tracy: ..oh hey House, how ya' doin?
House smiles.
House: Me's good! Jus' gettin' weady for me's big match wiv Bianca tonight. Dere's big stuffs on the line!
Tracy: Oh yeah, humongous stuff..huge ass stuff, ginormous stuff stuffs on top of stuffs that are sizeable beyond regular proportions..
Wendy tilts her head.
House: Wut's wrong wiv you?
Tracy: Oh nothing, good luck with the huge match and such..go break a neck.
House: Hey it's break a le..OHHH THAT'S CLEVER!
She grabs Tracy by the wrist and yanks her back, sticking her face right into her partner's.
House: Sewiously, wut's wrong though?
Tracy: nothing's wro-- OWWWW!
Wendy snarls.
House: Me's gonna bweak this flipping wrist if you tell me nothing's wrong one more time!
Tracy: Okay okay! OWWWH~
Wendy lets her go and we see Dixon rubbing her wrist.
Tracy: ..that shit hurt..
House: It can hurt more if me's bweak it, now do like a walkie and start the talkie.
Tracy: ..fine, it's just this match of yours. So, the deal is that IF you lose tonight the Pretty Committee gets a shot at our tag team titles?
House: Cowwect.
Tracy: ..and IF you win you get a shot at the Ascendant Championship, right?
House: Yuppers, thats two in da row well done!
Dixon sighs.
Tracy: That's just it though… if you lose. You and me have to defend our titles against those women..and if you win then you get a title shot.
House: Yah? And?
Dixon sighs deeper.
Tracy: If you lose tonight then we have to defend our championships and if you win then you get a shot at the ascendant championship.
House: Yeah, pwetty sweet isn't it?
Dixon groans.
Tracy: GODDAMN IT, HOUSE! THAT'S JUST NOT FAIR!
House: Wut is..
Tracy: YOU ARE FIGHTING FOR OUR CHAMPIONSHIPS AND I CAN'T EVEN BE AT RINGSIDE! SO IF YOU LOSE TONIGHT I'M ON THE BARBECUE WITH YOU BUT IF YOU WIN THEN YOU GET A TITLE SHOT AND I GET DIDDLY SQUAT!
We see realization dawn on the face of Wendy.
House: OOOOOOOOH!
She reaches for something and holds it up to Tracy's face.
House: You's want a cookie?
Tracy: NO! I DON'T WANT A DARN COOKIE!
House: You sure? You get grumpy when you don't eat..I'd even say..
She looks at the camera.
House: You are not you if yous hungwy.
She winks at the camera and Tracy smacks the cookie away, stomping on it with her boot. We see Wendy's face turn from white to damn near purple with anger.
House: That was..a chocolate chip cookie. Not a plain one, not oatmeal...a chocolate chip cookie, Twacy..if you plan was to get me mad..congwatulations..you done did accomplish it.
She looks about ready to choke out her partner, but manages to restrain herself and growls out.
House: Me's got to go. Got a bint to kill..but we ain't finished partner, this ain't over..
As the murderous House stomps off we see Dixon looking over her shoulder then smirking at the camera.
Tracy: Good luck, Bianca. You'll be needing it, now.
She winks and walks off as the view cuts back to ringside.
Spazz: WHO WASTES CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES LIKE THAT?!
Koss: [wiping away a tear] An unhinged maniac...
Spazz: Yo, are you getting all weepy over there?
Koss: ....no.
MAIN EVENT
IF BIANCA WINS, THE PRETTY COMMITTEE GETS A TAG TITLE SHOT
IF WENDY WINS, SHE GETS AN ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP SHOT
TAG PARTNERS BARRED FROM RINGSIDE
-WENDY HOUSE-VS-BIANCA DAVIS-
Before the match even begins, A special highlight is made as Veronica Taylor is spotted in the crowd holding up a pair of tickets as she fills a front row seat with the kind of smug smile people just love to wipe off a face if they can. In the ring, naturally, Wendy is pointing her out to the referee who shrugs his shoulders. She merely sits back, waving her ticket stub towards her face like the world’s tiniest fan.
This continues even as the referee motions for the bell. The distraction allows Bianca an easy opening as she clubs Wendy from behind with an axe-handle blow to the back, followed by a hair-pull backbreaker and a pin! Easy kick out with an angry Wendy returning the favor with a series of forearm and elbow strikes, driving Bianca back until a rake to the eyes blinds her, opening her up for THE QUEEN’S MAKEOVER! Pin and a two-count immediately followed! Outside, Veronica cheers her partner on while a frustrated Tracy Dixon watches on a monitor in the back.
Bianca proceeds to mock Wendy as she lifts her to her feet and tosses her for the ropes! Wendy returns and BEAUTIFUL BOOT MISSES! Wendy barely ducks the offending foot, skids to a stop behind Bianca, then catches her with THE KNEE TREMBLER, sending Bianca to the canvas and after a few childish gestures, down comes WENDY’S ELBOW followed by the hook of a leg but only a kickout at two!
Both women are on their feet and Bianca halls off with a hard slap to the face. Wendy answers with a chest chop. Back and forth this goes, Wendy’s cheek turning as bright red as the exposed portion of Bianca’s chest until a stiff forearm rocks Bianca back, followed by another and another. A dropkick from Wendy sends Bianca over the ropes and to the outside, though Bianca manages to land on her feet with a stumble which shocks the crowd. More shocking however, was Wendy House backing up as Bianca turns around, only to bolt for the ropes and take flight over them with a Tope Suicida that drives both women to the ground!
Wendy hops up with a wild cry, pumping her fists! She takes a walk around the ring while the referee goes outside to check on a seemingly hurt Bianca Davis. Wendy, having forgotten Veronica Taylor was at ringside, suddenly gets misted in the face by perfume, momentarily blinding her with a scream of agony. This is promptly followed by having the glass jar shattered on her forehead! She’s sent back, stunned and bleeding, clutching at her now throbbing head. Her vision is blurry and everything’s doubled!
Bianca, having planned for this, was on her feet with only the very slightest of limps while Wendy swings blindly at anything and everything around her. She has no chance as she turns right into a gut kick and is hit with THE CORONATION!!!
Bianca rolls her into the ring, hooking both legs and when the referee gets super focused on Wendy’s shoulders being down, Bianca adds both of her feet on the middle rope for more leverage, more than guaranteeing the 1-2-3!
WINNER BY PINFALL: BIANCA DAVIS!!!!
POST MATCH: The crowd boos in vicious uproar as Bianca rises to her feet in triumph! Tracy Dixon rushes down to ringside! Veronica Taylor jumps the railing with her chair in hand but gets laid flat by a boot to the chair and straight in her face! Bianca Davis, seeing this coming, is already in motion as Tracy pulls herself up on the apron and CORONATION THROUGH THE ROPES!!!! Tracy Dixon falls flat on her back, stunned!!!
Spazz: Holy shit. Holy. Shit. HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Koss: Bianca Davis just stole herself the win and guaranteed that The Pretty Committee gets themselves a Southern Star Cross Championship shot in the near future. And that means that Jerry Watts will be the next contender for the Ascendant Championship!
Spazz: ROLL THEM CREDITS ALREADY! DADDY'S GOTTA TAKE A BLUNT BREAK!!!
Koss: After that? Shit. I need one, too.
-KATIE CHAOS-VS-BECKY BLADE-
Writer - Jax
-KASEY KASH-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-
Writer - Jax
-MAJA LINDSTROM-VS-SHELBY DAWSON-
Writer - RC
-CHRIS STYLES & SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-FORGE MITCHELL & URSULA VON ROSSBACH-
Writer - RC
-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-VS-VALORA THOMAS-
Writer - Jax
-CCM-VS-JERRY WATTS-
Writer - Jax
-WENDY HOUSE-VS-BIANCA DAVIS-
Writer - RC
This continues even as the referee motions for the bell. The distraction allows Bianca an easy opening as she clubs Wendy from behind with an axe-handle blow to the back, followed by a hair-pull backbreaker and a pin! Easy kick out with an angry Wendy returning the favor with a series of forearm and elbow strikes, driving Bianca back until a rake to the eyes blinds her, opening her up for THE QUEEN’S MAKEOVER! Pin and a two-count immediately followed! Outside, Veronica cheers her partner on while a frustrated Tracy Dixon watches on a monitor in the back.
Bianca proceeds to mock Wendy as she lifts her to her feet and tosses her for the ropes! Wendy returns and BEAUTIFUL BOOT MISSES! Wendy barely ducks the offending foot, skids to a stop behind Bianca, then catches her with THE KNEE TREMBLER, sending Bianca to the canvas and after a few childish gestures, down comes WENDY’S ELBOW followed by the hook of a leg but only a kickout at two!
Both women are on their feet and Bianca halls off with a hard slap to the face. Wendy answers with a chest chop. Back and forth this goes, Wendy’s cheek turning as bright red as the exposed portion of Bianca’s chest until a stiff forearm rocks Bianca back, followed by another and another. A dropkick from Wendy sends Bianca over the ropes and to the outside, though Bianca manages to land on her feet with a stumble which shocks the crowd. More shocking however, was Wendy House backing up as Bianca turns around, only to bolt for the ropes and take flight over them with a Tope Suicida that drives both women to the ground!
Wendy hops up with a wild cry, pumping her fists! She takes a walk around the ring while the referee goes outside to check on a seemingly hurt Bianca Davis. Wendy, having forgotten Veronica Taylor was at ringside, suddenly gets misted in the face by perfume, momentarily blinding her with a scream of agony. This is promptly followed by having the glass jar shattered on her forehead! She’s sent back, stunned and bleeding, clutching at her now throbbing head. Her vision is blurry and everything’s doubled!
Bianca, having planned for this, was on her feet with only the very slightest of limps while Wendy swings blindly at anything and everything around her. She has no chance as she turns right into a gut kick and is hit with THE CORONATION!!!
Bianca rolls her into the ring, hooking both legs and when the referee gets super focused on Wendy’s shoulders being down, Bianca adds both of her feet on the middle rope for more leverage, more than guaranteeing the 1-2-3!
WINNER BY PINFALL: BIANCA DAVIS!!!!
POST MATCH: The crowd boos in vicious uproar as Bianca rises to her feet in triumph! Tracy Dixon rushes down to ringside! Veronica Taylor jumps the railing with her chair in hand but gets laid flat by a boot to the chair and straight in her face! Bianca Davis, seeing this coming, is already in motion as Tracy pulls herself up on the apron and CORONATION THROUGH THE ROPES!!!! Tracy Dixon falls flat on her back, stunned!!!
Spazz: Holy shit. Holy. Shit. HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Koss: Bianca Davis just stole herself the win and guaranteed that The Pretty Committee gets themselves a Southern Star Cross Championship shot in the near future. And that means that Jerry Watts will be the next contender for the Ascendant Championship!
Spazz: ROLL THEM CREDITS ALREADY! DADDY'S GOTTA TAKE A BLUNT BREAK!!!
Koss: After that? Shit. I need one, too.
CREDITS
-KATIE CHAOS-VS-BECKY BLADE-
Writer - Jax
-KASEY KASH-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-
Writer - Jax
-MAJA LINDSTROM-VS-SHELBY DAWSON-
Writer - RC
-CHRIS STYLES & SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-FORGE MITCHELL & URSULA VON ROSSBACH-
Writer - RC
-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-VS-VALORA THOMAS-
Writer - Jax
-CCM-VS-JERRY WATTS-
Writer - Jax
-WENDY HOUSE-VS-BIANCA DAVIS-
Writer - RC