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FURY ROAD #9
11/06/2020
THE COMPLEX
Valdosta, GA
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Fans are already booing as Fury Road returns, and the reason for their consternation is singular. Standing in the middle of the ring, in a thousand-dollar suit no less, is Aloysius Marcus Vance IV… and the fourth-generation lawyer has a microphone in hand. The fans know what’s coming and already they seek to drown the verbose gentleman out. But based upon the smile he’s wearing it seems likely that he’ll outlast the cacophonic diatribe with ease and grace… which is only gonna irritate them more.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Truly, you southern folks are too kind. You’re going to make me blush.
And the boos ratchet up another octave… while AMV’s smile does not falter one iota.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Clearly you know who I am, but that does not mean introductions are not in order. As the Purveyor of Truth and Defender of Justice, I have a reputation to consider. That of my most esteemed client, of course!
From there, the pounding guitars of Pop Evil’s “Deal With the Devil” start up. Through the music, Aloysius gives his queue to the stage and ramp, raising his own voice over the hard notes.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Introducing… from the lovely Metairie, Louisiana… towering over six-and-a-half feet talk and tipping the scales at 285 pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal… YOUR undisputed and unstoppable Southern Rebellion Hardcore Champion… the man known as the Martyr Machine… ladies and gentlemen… FORGE!
The lights go down and two spotlights shine directly from the entrance way as the rest of the arena darkens. Fog billows up from the stage as images of what can only be a highway to hell appear on the big screen over the stage. The lights center on the top of the ramp as the man himself walks to the apex, kutte worn over his muscular upper half, the rest swathed in torn denim and ass-kicker boots. The title hangs around his neck as Forge marches down the ramp toward the ring, grabbing the middle rope to pull himself up onto the apron before stepping between the strands.
Joe Koss: Ever since this big dude rode into Southern Rebellion, he’s been stomping ass and taking names, Spazz-o. I don’t wanna raise no hackles by talkin’ undue noise… but I haven’t seen this level of dominance since Ursula Von Rossbach rolled up in here!
Spazz: Big girl might take offense if it weren’t for the fact that her an’ big dog here didn’t whip the piss outta Chris Styles and Sam Tolson last week, lunchbox!
Joe Koss: You ain’t wrong there. Perhaps the two most physically-imposing champions in the company right now.
Spazz: You’ll note that I ain’t said nothin’ about Forge’s old lady.
Joe Koss: I have, yes.
Spazz: Tells ya all you wanna know ‘bout what I think of him.
A rare moment of candor from Mike Spazz. Aloysius applauds as his client enters the ring, glowering at the fans who yell back with harsh words and noise. As “Deal With the Devil” dies out, the lawyer brings up the stick again.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Now, most of you lot are used to me doing the talking for my client these days. Well, you have Twitter to thank for that. Those social media clowns thought it would be amusing to suspend his account indefinitely. Why? Because much like most of that locker room, they FEAR this force of nature before you tonight. They know they can’t control him so they try to shut him down. All they’re doing is poking the bear, though.
Forge flexes a muscle or ten, standing mid-ring now as AMV stands nearby, continuing to expound the virtues of the Martyr Machine.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Southern Rebellion, however, has no such compunctions. Do you know why that is?
Not waiting for an answer, AMV holds up his right hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together with a saucy grin. Even Forge smirks slightly at the gesture.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Because money talks and bullshit walks. Forge is a hearse. He delivers bodies. And when he does, Southern Rebellion cashes checks. More commercial endorsements. More merchandise numbers. More of you lovely drones filing in the doors six feet apart to cheer and boo to your precious hearts’ content. Now, many of you hate Forge because he beats up your precious favorites week in and week out, but even the haters have to admit some love for this champion standing before me. Because without him, you wouldn’t have a machine to rage against, a monster to hate. Without him, would-be heroes like Samantha Tolson… or Jerry Watts… or Chris Styles… they wouldn’t have a black-cloaked baddie to prove their morals and high standards against. Stop me if I lie.
Yes, the booing gets heavier. No, AMV does not take offense. Forge? He cracks his knuckles, keeping that grin-like grimace on his face.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: What I’m trying to say here, ladies and gentlemen… is that you’re welcome. But don’t take my word for it.
And with that, AMV skillfully twirls the microphone in his hand and passes it handle first to Forge, who takes it from his hand. At that point, the fourth-generation attorney steps back and Forge steps up, lifting the stick.
Forge: Unless you think you’re big enough and bad enough to step through these ropes and do something about it, shut the hell up and sit the fuck down, assholes. That means you in the front row, too. Sit down, fat boy, before I knock you down.
The cameras sweep to the front row where a big dude, maybe an inch over six feet and packing three bills plus, is on his feet pointing and yelling at the Martyr Machine. The threat only makes him louder and bolder but the Hardcore Champion is already on to other topics.
Forge: That’s what the lot of you backstage sound like when you crack open your fly catchers to try and talk shit: like some beer-fueled jackass, full of liquid courage and no brains. But for all you spew about me hiding behind my lawyer and all the other bullshit that gets thrown around, when I walk by you in that locker room, there ain’t nothin’ but silence. Jerry Watts thought he’d talk his way into a win over me, too…
He says this while eying the big man in the front row, grinning as he takes the title from around his neck and holds it up high.
Forge: ...but who’s the fucking champion and who whistles every time he breathes because his nose got spread around his fucking face?
The belt gets draped over his shoulder as AMV applauds further.
Forge: Sam Tolson loved to screech to the world that it was desperation that made me bean her with a chair, that I realized I couldn’t defeat her so I decided to try and injure her. Funny how quiet she’s been since that tag match. It’s like this, Sammy: I hit you with that chair because I wanted to. That chair is on its way to some jackass in Germany right now. You want to know how much they paid for it? Fourteen-thousand, three-hundred-and-sixty-five dollars.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: And eighty-nine cents!
Forge: Just for busting it over your dome and scribbling my name on it. So what’s that clapback about you taking home the winner’s share of the purse? Pretty sure I came out on top in that transaction, disqualification be damned.
He’s not making friends, nor does he care to. The fans aren’t fond of the truth, even if they cannot deny it, and it just entertains the hell out of AMV. Forge, however, isn’t here to bring smiles.
Forge: You’re looking at the baddest motherfucker in this company. The only one who stands within breathing distance of me is Ursula Von Rossbach. When the time comes, her and I will throw down, though. And we know how that fight will end. Right now, though, she has her gold… and I have mine. Which is why I’m wasting my time in front of you inbred, hay-sucking Trump supporters tonight.
Joe Koss: He really doesn’t care who he offends, does he?
Spazz: Technically, counts say that Biden is ahead in Georgia by 0.1%.
Joe Koss: I’m shocked that you know that…
Spazz: I’m surprised that Forge ain’t a MAGA man.
That DEFINITELY draws some ire. Not that Forge gives a flip.
Forge: Because a message needs sending.
He cracks his neck and holds up the title again.
Forge: This title means two things to me: more money and a steady stream of victims. Except now I don’t have to hunt people down to kick their asses. They’ll line up to have me stomp them, thinking they’ve a snowball’s chance in hell of taking this off me. Getting to the fucking point?
He turns to the stage, the entryway and the locker room beyond.
Forge: Step the fuck up. Because I’m gonna be here every fucking week, belt in hand, fists taped and in a foul fucking mood, waiting on someone to knock the chip off my shoulder and take this title. And if I go too long without competition, I’m gonna start dragging bitches down that ramp one at a time and make examples of them. I’ll have my fucking competition, boys and girls, or Jackson and Melinda are gonna be flipping through the want ads looking for fresh meat to feed the Martyr Machine.
Tossing the microphone to Aloysius, who deftly catches it, Forge leaves the ring as “Deal With the Devil” starts playing again.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Better find whatever courage you have, ladies and gentlemen. Because believe me when I tell you that if you make Forge pick you, it will only hurt worse.
Setting down the stick, AMV leaves the ring, following his charge up the ramp.
Joe Koss: The champ is actively demanding challengers for his title. That’s a change.
Spazz: More matches, more money, my rotund friend! It’s just good business.
The view cuts from ringside and the rowdy fans to backstage.
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to the sight of Crystal Zdunich. Crystal smiles as she runs her hands through her long blue hair. She cracks a very wicked grin as her eyes meet with that of the cameras that seem to land on her. Crystal smiles as she flicks her hair and begins to speak.
Crystal: Long behold what is happening SRW… I just want to say that it personally feels good to be back. I know that on the last show that I competed in it was more of a case of a surprise. Everybody was in shock when I came back to step into the ring with my EX HUSBAND. Granted things didn’t go in the way that I had personally hoped for. I was hoping that my first match back in this company would have resulted in a win but somehow or another Jonathan made me tap out and it’s complete bullshit!
Crystal shakes her head in utter disgust as she continues to speak.
Crystal: Some would say I might be a tad upset. After all he is out there talking about him and Cha Cha are going places with his father. Why would I BE JEALOUS OVER anything that Jonathan is doing?! I don’t care!!! It doesn’t bother me one bit. What I do have a problem with is the bullshit of the match that I am booked in. I was all set to step into the ring with Psycho Maguire. After all I was the one who took the Hardcore Championship away from her. The fans were going to be in for such a huge treat. I was going to step into the ring and prove to her that I am of course better than her, and it would be a chance to rise up on the card.
Crystal seems disgusted as she continues to speak.
Crystal: Instead because of Valora who just had to open her fucking mouth that Psycho should take her spot because of a stupid injury. She gets to be moved to the main event and now I am stuck exactly where I was, fighting the likes of a Narcoleptic Ninja?! Are you honestly kidding me… That in itself sounds like complete bullshit. I am Crystal Hilton! I deserve much better than that. I deserve to be moving up through the ranks so I could potentially chase after the Queen of the South Championship. I deserve to be in the spotlight but because of the words of somebody who doesn’t even matter I am still exactly where I am?! That’s bullshit!!!
Crystal sighs in return as she continues to speak.
Crystal: When I was fired or should I say suspended… I was in a position to fight for my Hardcore Championship back. I get forced out of the company and that title gets passed around like a hot cake, and instead of me inching and clawing my way into some form of contention I get stuck in the ring with a ninja?! Or should I say a man that is pretending to be something. A big fat piece of shit who complains about now being on the card and all of sudden he gets added and he thinks it’s because he feels that management is scared of what he might do…
Crystal waves her hand in disgust.
Crystal: Bitch please I have been through much worse. I am a 16 time World Champion. I am not going to be disrespected by somebody who clearly has no business being in the same ring with me. This week I am going to be nothing but vocal when I step into the ring to handle my business. This time I am talking and I don’t plan to stop until I get what I want. I will rise through the ranks of this company and I will be back to getting to the top. So ninja please bring me a fight but in the end it just won’t be enough. Anyway it’s showtime!!! It’s time to roll the credits on the competition once and for all!
With that Crystal smiles as she walks away while the feed cuts back to ringside and that crowd that's so heated they're almost deafening now.
Earlier Tonight...
??: Shhh.
The camera fades in and seems to be moving about a little unsteadily as if not being used by a professional. It seems to be weaving in and out of a row of production boxes very slowly.
??: Just borrowed this for a little bit.
The camera suddenly ducks down.
Voice: Anyone seen my camera? Boss wants to do a few checks before the show.
Another voice: Number 7? Last I saw it, it was back there.
The camera peeks around the corner and sees that the two have left and continues onward and down the corridor.
??: [almost singing] Kan Tai gets to play today. Kan Tai gets to play today. Hm? What’s this?
The camera focuses on the ground where a wallet just seems to be lying there. A hand reaches out and picks it up, finds a condom…
??: Ew.
Then finds some cash.
??: Lookie, lookie, what do we have here?
The wallet is discarded back on the ground once the cash is taken. The camera keeps moving when a voice is heard.
Voice: Is that my camera?
The camera is flipped around and the white and black painted face of Kan Tai is seen.
Kan Tai: Looks like we’ve been caught in the act. There’s only one thing left to do.
A big grin spreads across her face as she flips the camera back around and begins to run.
Voice: Hey!! Come back with that! Dammit!
The camera continues to run fast and then takes a quick turn down another hall. Soon, it bursts into the arena itself where the ring has been set up. It suddenly stops and gets set on the ground facing the aisle. A man runs through and down the aisle and we see a smaller statured woman with face paint run after him and jump on his back.
Kan Tai: I got you! I got you!
The man struggles to get the woman off his back but then she covers his eyes.
Man: Cut it out! I can’t see!
He turns and walks into a row of seats and as he trips and falls into the seating, Kan Tai falls off his back. She begins to laugh out loud and then turns and rushes back towards the camera. She lies on the ground to face the camera.
Kan Tai: Katie, Katie, I hope you are ready. Kan Tai is here to play and everyone always has to play by her rules. We’re gonna have so much fun today!
She waves at the camera and then rolls out of sight as the scene fades to black.
KATIE CHAOS VS KAN TAI
Kan Tai is dominant in the opening moments, immediately firing chops into the chest of Katie Chaos, backing her into the ropes before nailing a facewash kick. Tai lands with a diving body press but Katie rolls over and locks into a crossface – Katie breaks off when Tai tickles her ribs rather than trying to escape the hold! Laughing, Kan Tai bounces back up and goes for a running double knee strike but Katie dodges. Kan Tai lands and spins around but Katie slips behind her, going for a camel clutch. Tai lands a back elbow that breaks the hold and she looks to kick the momentum up a notch as she goes for a speedy dropkick to the knee. Chaos goes down and Kan Tai nails her with a step-up enzuigiri. She goes to the corner and retrieves her puppet as Katie staggers up – PANDABLE CLAW!! She spikes Katie off the canvas and dives in for the cover and the 1-2-3!!
WINNER: KAN TAI
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WINNER: KAN TAI
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IN-RING SEGMENT
FORGE MITCHELL
FORGE MITCHELL
Fans are already booing as Fury Road returns, and the reason for their consternation is singular. Standing in the middle of the ring, in a thousand-dollar suit no less, is Aloysius Marcus Vance IV… and the fourth-generation lawyer has a microphone in hand. The fans know what’s coming and already they seek to drown the verbose gentleman out. But based upon the smile he’s wearing it seems likely that he’ll outlast the cacophonic diatribe with ease and grace… which is only gonna irritate them more.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Truly, you southern folks are too kind. You’re going to make me blush.
And the boos ratchet up another octave… while AMV’s smile does not falter one iota.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Clearly you know who I am, but that does not mean introductions are not in order. As the Purveyor of Truth and Defender of Justice, I have a reputation to consider. That of my most esteemed client, of course!
From there, the pounding guitars of Pop Evil’s “Deal With the Devil” start up. Through the music, Aloysius gives his queue to the stage and ramp, raising his own voice over the hard notes.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Introducing… from the lovely Metairie, Louisiana… towering over six-and-a-half feet talk and tipping the scales at 285 pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal… YOUR undisputed and unstoppable Southern Rebellion Hardcore Champion… the man known as the Martyr Machine… ladies and gentlemen… FORGE!
The lights go down and two spotlights shine directly from the entrance way as the rest of the arena darkens. Fog billows up from the stage as images of what can only be a highway to hell appear on the big screen over the stage. The lights center on the top of the ramp as the man himself walks to the apex, kutte worn over his muscular upper half, the rest swathed in torn denim and ass-kicker boots. The title hangs around his neck as Forge marches down the ramp toward the ring, grabbing the middle rope to pull himself up onto the apron before stepping between the strands.
Joe Koss: Ever since this big dude rode into Southern Rebellion, he’s been stomping ass and taking names, Spazz-o. I don’t wanna raise no hackles by talkin’ undue noise… but I haven’t seen this level of dominance since Ursula Von Rossbach rolled up in here!
Spazz: Big girl might take offense if it weren’t for the fact that her an’ big dog here didn’t whip the piss outta Chris Styles and Sam Tolson last week, lunchbox!
Joe Koss: You ain’t wrong there. Perhaps the two most physically-imposing champions in the company right now.
Spazz: You’ll note that I ain’t said nothin’ about Forge’s old lady.
Joe Koss: I have, yes.
Spazz: Tells ya all you wanna know ‘bout what I think of him.
A rare moment of candor from Mike Spazz. Aloysius applauds as his client enters the ring, glowering at the fans who yell back with harsh words and noise. As “Deal With the Devil” dies out, the lawyer brings up the stick again.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Now, most of you lot are used to me doing the talking for my client these days. Well, you have Twitter to thank for that. Those social media clowns thought it would be amusing to suspend his account indefinitely. Why? Because much like most of that locker room, they FEAR this force of nature before you tonight. They know they can’t control him so they try to shut him down. All they’re doing is poking the bear, though.
Forge flexes a muscle or ten, standing mid-ring now as AMV stands nearby, continuing to expound the virtues of the Martyr Machine.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Southern Rebellion, however, has no such compunctions. Do you know why that is?
Not waiting for an answer, AMV holds up his right hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together with a saucy grin. Even Forge smirks slightly at the gesture.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Because money talks and bullshit walks. Forge is a hearse. He delivers bodies. And when he does, Southern Rebellion cashes checks. More commercial endorsements. More merchandise numbers. More of you lovely drones filing in the doors six feet apart to cheer and boo to your precious hearts’ content. Now, many of you hate Forge because he beats up your precious favorites week in and week out, but even the haters have to admit some love for this champion standing before me. Because without him, you wouldn’t have a machine to rage against, a monster to hate. Without him, would-be heroes like Samantha Tolson… or Jerry Watts… or Chris Styles… they wouldn’t have a black-cloaked baddie to prove their morals and high standards against. Stop me if I lie.
Yes, the booing gets heavier. No, AMV does not take offense. Forge? He cracks his knuckles, keeping that grin-like grimace on his face.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: What I’m trying to say here, ladies and gentlemen… is that you’re welcome. But don’t take my word for it.
And with that, AMV skillfully twirls the microphone in his hand and passes it handle first to Forge, who takes it from his hand. At that point, the fourth-generation attorney steps back and Forge steps up, lifting the stick.
Forge: Unless you think you’re big enough and bad enough to step through these ropes and do something about it, shut the hell up and sit the fuck down, assholes. That means you in the front row, too. Sit down, fat boy, before I knock you down.
The cameras sweep to the front row where a big dude, maybe an inch over six feet and packing three bills plus, is on his feet pointing and yelling at the Martyr Machine. The threat only makes him louder and bolder but the Hardcore Champion is already on to other topics.
Forge: That’s what the lot of you backstage sound like when you crack open your fly catchers to try and talk shit: like some beer-fueled jackass, full of liquid courage and no brains. But for all you spew about me hiding behind my lawyer and all the other bullshit that gets thrown around, when I walk by you in that locker room, there ain’t nothin’ but silence. Jerry Watts thought he’d talk his way into a win over me, too…
He says this while eying the big man in the front row, grinning as he takes the title from around his neck and holds it up high.
Forge: ...but who’s the fucking champion and who whistles every time he breathes because his nose got spread around his fucking face?
The belt gets draped over his shoulder as AMV applauds further.
Forge: Sam Tolson loved to screech to the world that it was desperation that made me bean her with a chair, that I realized I couldn’t defeat her so I decided to try and injure her. Funny how quiet she’s been since that tag match. It’s like this, Sammy: I hit you with that chair because I wanted to. That chair is on its way to some jackass in Germany right now. You want to know how much they paid for it? Fourteen-thousand, three-hundred-and-sixty-five dollars.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: And eighty-nine cents!
Forge: Just for busting it over your dome and scribbling my name on it. So what’s that clapback about you taking home the winner’s share of the purse? Pretty sure I came out on top in that transaction, disqualification be damned.
He’s not making friends, nor does he care to. The fans aren’t fond of the truth, even if they cannot deny it, and it just entertains the hell out of AMV. Forge, however, isn’t here to bring smiles.
Forge: You’re looking at the baddest motherfucker in this company. The only one who stands within breathing distance of me is Ursula Von Rossbach. When the time comes, her and I will throw down, though. And we know how that fight will end. Right now, though, she has her gold… and I have mine. Which is why I’m wasting my time in front of you inbred, hay-sucking Trump supporters tonight.
Joe Koss: He really doesn’t care who he offends, does he?
Spazz: Technically, counts say that Biden is ahead in Georgia by 0.1%.
Joe Koss: I’m shocked that you know that…
Spazz: I’m surprised that Forge ain’t a MAGA man.
That DEFINITELY draws some ire. Not that Forge gives a flip.
Forge: Because a message needs sending.
He cracks his neck and holds up the title again.
Forge: This title means two things to me: more money and a steady stream of victims. Except now I don’t have to hunt people down to kick their asses. They’ll line up to have me stomp them, thinking they’ve a snowball’s chance in hell of taking this off me. Getting to the fucking point?
He turns to the stage, the entryway and the locker room beyond.
Forge: Step the fuck up. Because I’m gonna be here every fucking week, belt in hand, fists taped and in a foul fucking mood, waiting on someone to knock the chip off my shoulder and take this title. And if I go too long without competition, I’m gonna start dragging bitches down that ramp one at a time and make examples of them. I’ll have my fucking competition, boys and girls, or Jackson and Melinda are gonna be flipping through the want ads looking for fresh meat to feed the Martyr Machine.
Tossing the microphone to Aloysius, who deftly catches it, Forge leaves the ring as “Deal With the Devil” starts playing again.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Better find whatever courage you have, ladies and gentlemen. Because believe me when I tell you that if you make Forge pick you, it will only hurt worse.
Setting down the stick, AMV leaves the ring, following his charge up the ramp.
Joe Koss: The champ is actively demanding challengers for his title. That’s a change.
Spazz: More matches, more money, my rotund friend! It’s just good business.
The view cuts from ringside and the rowdy fans to backstage.
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to the sight of Crystal Zdunich. Crystal smiles as she runs her hands through her long blue hair. She cracks a very wicked grin as her eyes meet with that of the cameras that seem to land on her. Crystal smiles as she flicks her hair and begins to speak.
Crystal: Long behold what is happening SRW… I just want to say that it personally feels good to be back. I know that on the last show that I competed in it was more of a case of a surprise. Everybody was in shock when I came back to step into the ring with my EX HUSBAND. Granted things didn’t go in the way that I had personally hoped for. I was hoping that my first match back in this company would have resulted in a win but somehow or another Jonathan made me tap out and it’s complete bullshit!
Crystal shakes her head in utter disgust as she continues to speak.
Crystal: Some would say I might be a tad upset. After all he is out there talking about him and Cha Cha are going places with his father. Why would I BE JEALOUS OVER anything that Jonathan is doing?! I don’t care!!! It doesn’t bother me one bit. What I do have a problem with is the bullshit of the match that I am booked in. I was all set to step into the ring with Psycho Maguire. After all I was the one who took the Hardcore Championship away from her. The fans were going to be in for such a huge treat. I was going to step into the ring and prove to her that I am of course better than her, and it would be a chance to rise up on the card.
Crystal seems disgusted as she continues to speak.
Crystal: Instead because of Valora who just had to open her fucking mouth that Psycho should take her spot because of a stupid injury. She gets to be moved to the main event and now I am stuck exactly where I was, fighting the likes of a Narcoleptic Ninja?! Are you honestly kidding me… That in itself sounds like complete bullshit. I am Crystal Hilton! I deserve much better than that. I deserve to be moving up through the ranks so I could potentially chase after the Queen of the South Championship. I deserve to be in the spotlight but because of the words of somebody who doesn’t even matter I am still exactly where I am?! That’s bullshit!!!
Crystal sighs in return as she continues to speak.
Crystal: When I was fired or should I say suspended… I was in a position to fight for my Hardcore Championship back. I get forced out of the company and that title gets passed around like a hot cake, and instead of me inching and clawing my way into some form of contention I get stuck in the ring with a ninja?! Or should I say a man that is pretending to be something. A big fat piece of shit who complains about now being on the card and all of sudden he gets added and he thinks it’s because he feels that management is scared of what he might do…
Crystal waves her hand in disgust.
Crystal: Bitch please I have been through much worse. I am a 16 time World Champion. I am not going to be disrespected by somebody who clearly has no business being in the same ring with me. This week I am going to be nothing but vocal when I step into the ring to handle my business. This time I am talking and I don’t plan to stop until I get what I want. I will rise through the ranks of this company and I will be back to getting to the top. So ninja please bring me a fight but in the end it just won’t be enough. Anyway it’s showtime!!! It’s time to roll the credits on the competition once and for all!
With that Crystal smiles as she walks away while the feed cuts back to ringside and that crowd that's so heated they're almost deafening now.
AURORA ZAMBROTTA VS JULIET BLACK
When the bell rings, Juliet Black explodes from the corner of the ring and hits a high impact clothesline from behind; slamming Aurora into the turnbuckle face first. Zambrotta staggers to her feet, shaking off the surprise attack and immediately dodges as Juliet attempts to grab her. Aurora catches her with a wristlock and slams into her with a couple shoulder blocks that drive her back into the corner before she can break her grip. Juliet fires back with a knee to the groin but Aurora catches her and takes her over with a snap suplex. She wiggles and smacks her butt, getting a huge pop from the crowd that annoys her opponent and as Aurora pulls Juliet up, she nails a hard kidney shot that the referee misses. Aurora staggers back in pain but when Juliet telegraphs a punch, Aurora dodges and then sends her off to the ropes with an Irish whip.
Juliet hooks the ropes, and stops the momentum in its tracks even as Aurora screams "LIBERTAS!" as she comes charging in, looking for a lariat. Juliet nails her in the face with a back elbow and then follows up with an arm wrench and a hook kick to even the score. Juliet feints, avoiding Aurora's attempt to grapple before locking in a hammerlock in the process. Zambrotta tries a back elbow, which Juliet ducks. The momentum spins Zambrotta around, and Black brings down her opponent with an arm drag takedown. She follows up with a kneedrop to the arm, leaving Aurora howling in pain before catching her in the Fade 2 Black in the middle of the ring – she's got the body scissors locked in and Aurora is in agony before she has no choice but to tap out before risking further damage!
WINNER: JULIET BLACK
Juliet hooks the ropes, and stops the momentum in its tracks even as Aurora screams "LIBERTAS!" as she comes charging in, looking for a lariat. Juliet nails her in the face with a back elbow and then follows up with an arm wrench and a hook kick to even the score. Juliet feints, avoiding Aurora's attempt to grapple before locking in a hammerlock in the process. Zambrotta tries a back elbow, which Juliet ducks. The momentum spins Zambrotta around, and Black brings down her opponent with an arm drag takedown. She follows up with a kneedrop to the arm, leaving Aurora howling in pain before catching her in the Fade 2 Black in the middle of the ring – she's got the body scissors locked in and Aurora is in agony before she has no choice but to tap out before risking further damage!
WINNER: JULIET BLACK
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
HOUSE OF DIX
HOUSE OF DIX
We go backstage where Wendy House & Tracy Dixon are standing by. House looks rather sad.
House: Me’s sowwy me lost to dat bint. Kinda feels like me’s stuffed up stuffs for da both of us. An’ now you’s got this no dq match tonights... but dat’s okay. Me’s know you’s not comfybull in a hardcore setting, so House decided she’s gonna help. Okay?
We see Tracy Dixon who seems less than comfortable, far from her usual fun loving and bubbly self. She seems jumpy; her eyes are darting about.
Tracy: Look..it’s a no dq match, I don’t do well in no dq matches..I mean what if I get sick, couldn’t you just take my spot. I think I’m feeling sick, I’m getting sick just by thinking how sick I am..I mean that means all sorts of weapons, attacks and run-ins and..well pretty much anygoddamn thing goes, right?
House nods.
Tracy: That’s just sick..I don’t think I can do this.
House: You’s can, and you’s will. Besides, you’s already been through a double stack of tables, can’t be much worse than that, wight? Gimme a sec.
House scurries off for a moment, then comes back pushing a huge road box on wheels... which she accidentally bangs into Tracy’s leg.
Tracy: OW!
House: Sowwy, me’s not vewy good at dwiving dese. Besides yous took a bump, fans like that in no dq matchies.
Tracy: What the hell is that anyway?
House: It’s me’s gimmick box.
Tracy: YOUR WHAT?!
House opens the box, and pulls out what appears to be a trashcan.
House: BEHOLD, the least dangewous of all weapons the tinfoil twashcan!
Tracy: ...Least dangerous?
House: Yah, we used to use steel ones, but then westlers started getting head twaumas an’ shit, so now dey make them out of tinfoil. Don’t hurt, but still looks cool.
Tracy: It doesn’t hurt at all?
House: Nope, see?
She takes off the lid and thwaps Tracy over the head with it.
Tracy: OWWWW! THAT HURT!
House: Huh? Oh, maybe this is da non-gimmicked one...
Tracy: HOOOOUUUUUSSSSEEEE!!!
Wendy tilts her head and nods.
House: Yup, that sounds pwetty real. I’d say mebbe mes got the wrong box..
She rummages through it and pulls out something else.
House: ..and now from the least dangerous to the deadliest, the decapitatingly disasterous, the devilishly debonair…
She tilts her head back like some famous Hollywood stone could, sticking her tongue out.
House: KENNNNNNNNNNNN-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOO STICK!
Tracy: OH SHIT NO!
She puts up her hands to protect her head but Wendy being the wily veteran she is swats her to the side.
*WHACK*
Tracy: YEEEEOOOOOOW!
House: Hmm? Dat’s stwenge..it should...
She then throws couple of more shots in rapid succession:
*WHACK WHACK WHACK CRACK*
Finally the stick breaks and House looks like she just cracked an atom.
House: A-HA! See Twace, it totes hurts..even breaks if you hit enough..hey..
She looks around confused.
House: Twacy?
Tracy: ..down here..
House looks down to the floor and the camera turns downward to show Tracy holding her side.
House: This be no time to have a lie down, you are supposed be in a match soon.
Tracy: I think I’m dead..it hurts like motherf--
House: NO! Language, you might hurt someone’s feelings!
Tracy: I think my feelings are the one thing that’s not hurting. Look...
She starts to get up.
Tracy: I don’t think this is really helping...
House pouts.
House: No, it’s fine. Just one more. Now DIS is a wailwoad spike, an’...
Tracy runs away, screaming at the top of her lungs as House pulls a literal railroad spike out of the box. As Tracy runs away, House shakes her head.
House: Geez, what a wuss…
She then starts to chuckle.
House: Dat will teach her to mess with mes cookies.
We head back to ringside where The Narcoleptic Ninja is trying to focus his chi, waiting for his opponent to enter the ring.
House: Me’s sowwy me lost to dat bint. Kinda feels like me’s stuffed up stuffs for da both of us. An’ now you’s got this no dq match tonights... but dat’s okay. Me’s know you’s not comfybull in a hardcore setting, so House decided she’s gonna help. Okay?
We see Tracy Dixon who seems less than comfortable, far from her usual fun loving and bubbly self. She seems jumpy; her eyes are darting about.
Tracy: Look..it’s a no dq match, I don’t do well in no dq matches..I mean what if I get sick, couldn’t you just take my spot. I think I’m feeling sick, I’m getting sick just by thinking how sick I am..I mean that means all sorts of weapons, attacks and run-ins and..well pretty much anygoddamn thing goes, right?
House nods.
Tracy: That’s just sick..I don’t think I can do this.
House: You’s can, and you’s will. Besides, you’s already been through a double stack of tables, can’t be much worse than that, wight? Gimme a sec.
House scurries off for a moment, then comes back pushing a huge road box on wheels... which she accidentally bangs into Tracy’s leg.
Tracy: OW!
House: Sowwy, me’s not vewy good at dwiving dese. Besides yous took a bump, fans like that in no dq matchies.
Tracy: What the hell is that anyway?
House: It’s me’s gimmick box.
Tracy: YOUR WHAT?!
House opens the box, and pulls out what appears to be a trashcan.
House: BEHOLD, the least dangewous of all weapons the tinfoil twashcan!
Tracy: ...Least dangerous?
House: Yah, we used to use steel ones, but then westlers started getting head twaumas an’ shit, so now dey make them out of tinfoil. Don’t hurt, but still looks cool.
Tracy: It doesn’t hurt at all?
House: Nope, see?
She takes off the lid and thwaps Tracy over the head with it.
Tracy: OWWWW! THAT HURT!
House: Huh? Oh, maybe this is da non-gimmicked one...
Tracy: HOOOOUUUUUSSSSEEEE!!!
Wendy tilts her head and nods.
House: Yup, that sounds pwetty real. I’d say mebbe mes got the wrong box..
She rummages through it and pulls out something else.
House: ..and now from the least dangerous to the deadliest, the decapitatingly disasterous, the devilishly debonair…
She tilts her head back like some famous Hollywood stone could, sticking her tongue out.
House: KENNNNNNNNNNNN-DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOO STICK!
Tracy: OH SHIT NO!
She puts up her hands to protect her head but Wendy being the wily veteran she is swats her to the side.
*WHACK*
Tracy: YEEEEOOOOOOW!
House: Hmm? Dat’s stwenge..it should...
She then throws couple of more shots in rapid succession:
*WHACK WHACK WHACK CRACK*
Finally the stick breaks and House looks like she just cracked an atom.
House: A-HA! See Twace, it totes hurts..even breaks if you hit enough..hey..
She looks around confused.
House: Twacy?
Tracy: ..down here..
House looks down to the floor and the camera turns downward to show Tracy holding her side.
House: This be no time to have a lie down, you are supposed be in a match soon.
Tracy: I think I’m dead..it hurts like motherf--
House: NO! Language, you might hurt someone’s feelings!
Tracy: I think my feelings are the one thing that’s not hurting. Look...
She starts to get up.
Tracy: I don’t think this is really helping...
House pouts.
House: No, it’s fine. Just one more. Now DIS is a wailwoad spike, an’...
Tracy runs away, screaming at the top of her lungs as House pulls a literal railroad spike out of the box. As Tracy runs away, House shakes her head.
House: Geez, what a wuss…
She then starts to chuckle.
House: Dat will teach her to mess with mes cookies.
We head back to ringside where The Narcoleptic Ninja is trying to focus his chi, waiting for his opponent to enter the ring.
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH VS THE NARCOLEPTIC NINJA
Crystal shoves the Ninja to the ropes after duping him into a respectful handshake, and drops him with a spinning back kick to the gut, taking huge heat from the crowd for it. As he staggers back, she nails him with a running dropkick. The Ninja goes down but doesn't stay there, immediately popping back to his feet only to be dropped again by a hard right hook to the jaw. Crystal waits for her opponent to get back up, catches his head and takes him down with a springboard bulldog, rewarding his tenacity with a little comeuppance for his efforts. The Ninja refuses to stay down, however, and Crystal finally forces her opponent into the corner with a series of stiff chops that end up in a back and forth strike war before the referee intervenes and gives Zdunich a warning for her closed-fist strikes. The Ninja starts doing the ancient kata of the gods and the next strikes from Crystal don't seem to faze him at all. She telegraphs a short-armed clothesline but Ninja gets a double-leg takedown from the corner, dropping a knee to the back of Crystal's neck as she tries to scramble away.
Both scramble back to their feet, and Crystal immediately goes on the warpath, driving a knee to the gut of the Ninja, before a whip into the ropes leads to a short armed clothesline to the face. Crystal grabs him by the head, hauling him roughly to his feet. The Ninja explodes, rushing at Crystal, pounding her back into the corner with a flurry of vicious forearm and elbow strikes and then he lets out a loud karate yell as Crystal collides, dazed with the corner. Staggering out of the corner, Crystal walks right into a Sharuken and she drops from the impact. The Ninja drops down on top of her, hooking the leg – REVERSAL BEFORE NINJA GETS A 1.5! Crystal rolls him into a small package – NOPE! The Ninja reverses that into one of his own and again Crystal has the skills to counter and in seconds The Ninja's trapped in an armbar with body scissors. The Ninja fights for a moment and then when the referee checks to see if he's ready to submit, finds that he's out like a light, having dozed off. The count begins and when he doesn't answer that check, Crystal is declared the winner via submission!
WINNER: CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
Both scramble back to their feet, and Crystal immediately goes on the warpath, driving a knee to the gut of the Ninja, before a whip into the ropes leads to a short armed clothesline to the face. Crystal grabs him by the head, hauling him roughly to his feet. The Ninja explodes, rushing at Crystal, pounding her back into the corner with a flurry of vicious forearm and elbow strikes and then he lets out a loud karate yell as Crystal collides, dazed with the corner. Staggering out of the corner, Crystal walks right into a Sharuken and she drops from the impact. The Ninja drops down on top of her, hooking the leg – REVERSAL BEFORE NINJA GETS A 1.5! Crystal rolls him into a small package – NOPE! The Ninja reverses that into one of his own and again Crystal has the skills to counter and in seconds The Ninja's trapped in an armbar with body scissors. The Ninja fights for a moment and then when the referee checks to see if he's ready to submit, finds that he's out like a light, having dozed off. The count begins and when he doesn't answer that check, Crystal is declared the winner via submission!
WINNER: CRYSTAL ZDUNICH
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
THE PRETTY COMMITTEE
THE PRETTY COMMITTEE
The scene opens up backstage inside the private locker room of the Pretty Committee where the fans boo at the sight of Veronica Taylor, who's dressed in her ring gear, and sunglasses as she does the final touches on her makeup. However, she does look a bit nervous, more than usual, as the door opens and spotted in the mirror is none other than the current Ascendant Champion Bianca Davis, flanked by the man-servant Simon, who's holding a couple of bags. The Queen B starts to speak in her normal tone, rubbing her title's face plate.
Bianca Davis: Are you ready, girl?
Veronica rolls her eyes and turns around, annoyed.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh how is this fair? Jackson is being just like Rhodes! They keep trying to stick it to the Pretty Committee. A no dq match against Whalcy? Ugh how is that even fair? Like she hit with an unprovoked chair shot last week.
Bianca rolls her eyes thinking about how her plan to retain worked perfectly. The Queen B is dressed to the nines in a black dress, black high heel pumps, and a sliver tiara on her head, a face shield covers her mouth but she takes it off now that she's in her locker room.
Bianca Davis: Ugh you don’t even know how disgusting it is out there like they are spreading germs and if either one of us gets sick this show doesn’t happen. But yeah I already made sure we won our tag team titles. We should both be off instead they throw you to the whale literally in a no dq match and you know that freak Wendy will be around.
Veronica Taylor: UGH! And you know what she will try and do plus you know how many jealous basics there are in the locker room. It’s just sickening how we have been treated since you won that title. They should be praising us and the attention we bring to this company on Twitter. Hell, they might as well as call you the social media champion of SRW as well.
Bianca smirks, before saying.
Bianca Davis: Girl, in all seriousness trust me I need you ready I mean we all know Tracy is gonna try and make you as ugly as she is almost or worse than House. Like those two are a walking billboard ad for what's wrong with this country. Like national geographic could sell so much if it just focused on the fat uggos of the world. Like so many varieties of them like you know what we can do their work for them tonight.
Veronica Taylor: What do you mean, B?
Bianca smirks before taking out her cell phone and points the camera.
Bianca Davis: Well you see the new iPhone camera is amazing, right? Well why not take shots of those disgusting freaks in their natural habitat or video. We’ll call it 'Uggos in the Wild', I mean there are so many of them in the wrestling business.
Veronica lets out a giggle, smirking.
Veronica Taylor: Girl you never lied, and we can start tonight with Whalcy, and after tonight they might have an advantage but we will show them why we are the smartest women here. I mean they thought they had us last week and what happened? Tonight they get another harsh lesson.
Bianca Davis: So true! They cannot sit with us!
Bianca, and Veronica smirk at each other as they motion for Simon to follow, which he does. Of course they have him stay six feet back as they put on their face shields before leaving the locker room. As the scene fades back to ringside, Simon is shown scrambling to keep up with them while maintaining that perfect distance.
Bianca Davis: Are you ready, girl?
Veronica rolls her eyes and turns around, annoyed.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh how is this fair? Jackson is being just like Rhodes! They keep trying to stick it to the Pretty Committee. A no dq match against Whalcy? Ugh how is that even fair? Like she hit with an unprovoked chair shot last week.
Bianca rolls her eyes thinking about how her plan to retain worked perfectly. The Queen B is dressed to the nines in a black dress, black high heel pumps, and a sliver tiara on her head, a face shield covers her mouth but she takes it off now that she's in her locker room.
Bianca Davis: Ugh you don’t even know how disgusting it is out there like they are spreading germs and if either one of us gets sick this show doesn’t happen. But yeah I already made sure we won our tag team titles. We should both be off instead they throw you to the whale literally in a no dq match and you know that freak Wendy will be around.
Veronica Taylor: UGH! And you know what she will try and do plus you know how many jealous basics there are in the locker room. It’s just sickening how we have been treated since you won that title. They should be praising us and the attention we bring to this company on Twitter. Hell, they might as well as call you the social media champion of SRW as well.
Bianca smirks, before saying.
Bianca Davis: Girl, in all seriousness trust me I need you ready I mean we all know Tracy is gonna try and make you as ugly as she is almost or worse than House. Like those two are a walking billboard ad for what's wrong with this country. Like national geographic could sell so much if it just focused on the fat uggos of the world. Like so many varieties of them like you know what we can do their work for them tonight.
Veronica Taylor: What do you mean, B?
Bianca smirks before taking out her cell phone and points the camera.
Bianca Davis: Well you see the new iPhone camera is amazing, right? Well why not take shots of those disgusting freaks in their natural habitat or video. We’ll call it 'Uggos in the Wild', I mean there are so many of them in the wrestling business.
Veronica lets out a giggle, smirking.
Veronica Taylor: Girl you never lied, and we can start tonight with Whalcy, and after tonight they might have an advantage but we will show them why we are the smartest women here. I mean they thought they had us last week and what happened? Tonight they get another harsh lesson.
Bianca Davis: So true! They cannot sit with us!
Bianca, and Veronica smirk at each other as they motion for Simon to follow, which he does. Of course they have him stay six feet back as they put on their face shields before leaving the locker room. As the scene fades back to ringside, Simon is shown scrambling to keep up with them while maintaining that perfect distance.
NO DQ GRUDGE MATCH
VERONICA TAYLOR (W/ BIANCA DAVIS) VS TRACY DIXON (W/ WENDY HOUSE)
VERONICA TAYLOR (W/ BIANCA DAVIS) VS TRACY DIXON (W/ WENDY HOUSE)
Tracy Dixon rushes Veronica the moment the bell rings, pushing her back against the ropes and immediately laying into her with some hard strikes. Veronica responds with a vicious kick into Tracy's midsection and then follows up with a hard chop to the chest that sends Dixon reeling back. Veronica comes in swinging but Tracy takes her down with a legsweep and then pounces on her for a Thesz press, screaming out between each blow:
Tracy: MY!
*WHAM*
Tracy: NAME!
*CRACK*
Tracy: IS!
*BLAM*
Tracy: TRACY!!!
The assault stops there as Bianca grabs her partner's foot and pulls her out from under Tracy. She bails out of the ring, smirking as Tracy whirls on her but on the outside, Wendy House swings a kendo stick and it ALMOST catches Bianca in the face. She goes down screaming, hands up to protect her best asset. Veronica manages to get up and she immediately goes for a kick to the knee that Tracy dodges, catching Veronica's telegraphed punch before taking her over with a cross arm bar. Veronica kicks her legs and catches the rope with her foot, getting a break from the deadly move before Tracy can lock it in tighter. Once they're back on their feet, Veronica sweeps in with a quick movement, grabbing Tracy's waistband and hurling her into the corner. Before she can turn around, Veronica charges in, connecting with a spear that crumples Tracy to the canvas. She immediately rolls her into a cheap schoolboy with her feet on the ropes for leverage, getting a 2.5 before Tracy kicks out with authority!
Tracy rolls to her feet and right into a bitch slap courtesy of Veronica that sends her staggering back. She charges in and she nails her with a throat thrust, following up with a European uppercut that gives her the space she needs. She catches Veronica's arm and sends her into the ropes with an Irish whip, catching her with a CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! Veronica's turned almost inside out with the impact but before Tracy can mount further offense, Simon the man-servant pulls her legs out from under her. Tracy's feet hit the floor and she lets out a roar of outrage as she turns on Simon who dives under the ring to avoid her. Tracy slides back into the ring and right into a big boot from Veronica. As she staggers back, Veronica catches Tracy's arm and spins around in the air, catching her with a crucifix pin. Before the referee can drop for the count, Tracy miraculously catches the middle rope with the toe of her boot! The crowd goes absolutely berserk as Veronica argues with the official, berating her for not counting the fall.
Wendy's chasing Bianca through the crowd, still wielding that kendo stick. Back on their feet, Tracy charges in for a spear, but Veronica dives and nails her with a drop toehold. Veronica manages to grab Tracy's leg as she tries to rise, pulling her down and off balance into a sharpshooter. Tracy strains towards the rope, managing to catch hold of it before Veronica can pull her back. Both hit their feet at the same time, Tracy looking a little winded as Veronica goes for a reverse neck breaker, but Tracy manages to reverse it into a backslide for a 2.75 before Simon dives in to break it up, punting Tracy right in the face! Veronica rolls out of the ring as Tracy tries to shake off the impact and the roar of the crowd draws her attention as she looks up to see Veronica and Simon surrounded at ringside by THE SHIELDMAIDENS!! Bullet and Bandit double-team Veronica and then dump her back into the ring.
True to form, Veronica doesn't stay bent over for long, instead staggering up to her feet just in time to get hit with a baseball slide that sends her right back to the outside and crashing into the barricade. Tracy heads outside to continue the assault and the Shieldmaidens give her a wide berth, letting Tracy handle her business. She picks Veronica up and delivers a devastating Moonshine Makeover on the floor! The crowd is going insane and Tracy helps Veronica to her feet again, grinning as she wobbles. Tracy grabs a handful of Veronica's hair and helps her back into the ring just as the referee starts to count them out. She connects with a stunning elbow strike to the head after slinging Veronica to the ropes. She drops for the rollup, rolling through into a schoolboy – NO! Veronica reverses it. NO! Tracy rolls through and traps Veronica in the CASE CLOSED in the middle of the ring. Simon can't intervene as he's on the ramp, having been hogtied with a length of chain by the Maidens. Wendy and Bianca are still running through the crowd, one wielding a chair while the other is still swinging a kendo stick! Veronica refuses to tap out, actually passing out in the hold and Tracy Dixon picks up a clean win!
WINNER: TRACY DIXON
Tracy: MY!
*WHAM*
Tracy: NAME!
*CRACK*
Tracy: IS!
*BLAM*
Tracy: TRACY!!!
The assault stops there as Bianca grabs her partner's foot and pulls her out from under Tracy. She bails out of the ring, smirking as Tracy whirls on her but on the outside, Wendy House swings a kendo stick and it ALMOST catches Bianca in the face. She goes down screaming, hands up to protect her best asset. Veronica manages to get up and she immediately goes for a kick to the knee that Tracy dodges, catching Veronica's telegraphed punch before taking her over with a cross arm bar. Veronica kicks her legs and catches the rope with her foot, getting a break from the deadly move before Tracy can lock it in tighter. Once they're back on their feet, Veronica sweeps in with a quick movement, grabbing Tracy's waistband and hurling her into the corner. Before she can turn around, Veronica charges in, connecting with a spear that crumples Tracy to the canvas. She immediately rolls her into a cheap schoolboy with her feet on the ropes for leverage, getting a 2.5 before Tracy kicks out with authority!
Tracy rolls to her feet and right into a bitch slap courtesy of Veronica that sends her staggering back. She charges in and she nails her with a throat thrust, following up with a European uppercut that gives her the space she needs. She catches Veronica's arm and sends her into the ropes with an Irish whip, catching her with a CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! Veronica's turned almost inside out with the impact but before Tracy can mount further offense, Simon the man-servant pulls her legs out from under her. Tracy's feet hit the floor and she lets out a roar of outrage as she turns on Simon who dives under the ring to avoid her. Tracy slides back into the ring and right into a big boot from Veronica. As she staggers back, Veronica catches Tracy's arm and spins around in the air, catching her with a crucifix pin. Before the referee can drop for the count, Tracy miraculously catches the middle rope with the toe of her boot! The crowd goes absolutely berserk as Veronica argues with the official, berating her for not counting the fall.
Wendy's chasing Bianca through the crowd, still wielding that kendo stick. Back on their feet, Tracy charges in for a spear, but Veronica dives and nails her with a drop toehold. Veronica manages to grab Tracy's leg as she tries to rise, pulling her down and off balance into a sharpshooter. Tracy strains towards the rope, managing to catch hold of it before Veronica can pull her back. Both hit their feet at the same time, Tracy looking a little winded as Veronica goes for a reverse neck breaker, but Tracy manages to reverse it into a backslide for a 2.75 before Simon dives in to break it up, punting Tracy right in the face! Veronica rolls out of the ring as Tracy tries to shake off the impact and the roar of the crowd draws her attention as she looks up to see Veronica and Simon surrounded at ringside by THE SHIELDMAIDENS!! Bullet and Bandit double-team Veronica and then dump her back into the ring.
True to form, Veronica doesn't stay bent over for long, instead staggering up to her feet just in time to get hit with a baseball slide that sends her right back to the outside and crashing into the barricade. Tracy heads outside to continue the assault and the Shieldmaidens give her a wide berth, letting Tracy handle her business. She picks Veronica up and delivers a devastating Moonshine Makeover on the floor! The crowd is going insane and Tracy helps Veronica to her feet again, grinning as she wobbles. Tracy grabs a handful of Veronica's hair and helps her back into the ring just as the referee starts to count them out. She connects with a stunning elbow strike to the head after slinging Veronica to the ropes. She drops for the rollup, rolling through into a schoolboy – NO! Veronica reverses it. NO! Tracy rolls through and traps Veronica in the CASE CLOSED in the middle of the ring. Simon can't intervene as he's on the ramp, having been hogtied with a length of chain by the Maidens. Wendy and Bianca are still running through the crowd, one wielding a chair while the other is still swinging a kendo stick! Veronica refuses to tap out, actually passing out in the hold and Tracy Dixon picks up a clean win!
WINNER: TRACY DIXON
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
LUTHER THUNDER & ESME OMEGA
LUTHER THUNDER & ESME OMEGA
The view shifts backstage in The Complex where we find ourselves in the presence of the Conquest Champion Luther Thunder and his lovely Esme. Both are dressed up with immaculate taste and class as usual and surprisingly cheerful mood seems to be overwhelming since both are beaming with pearly-white smiles.
Esme: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am sure you are once again privileged to be in the presence of your Conquest Champion, the great Luther Thunder. And we have a very exciting main event match for you tonight, as my husband faces the dangerous Psycho Maguire. A woman whose reputation precedes her, and whilst I have made off-remarks about my husband’s opponents in the past, make no mistake both Luther & I are taking you very seriously, Miss Maguire. We, along with everyone here in SRW have seen well what you are capable of in that ring.
Luther nods with approval before picking up from where his wife left off.
Luther: Yes, you see people in other promotions I have been employed by seem to have a tendency to think that I am all talk, a bag of hot air, a violent and manipulative son of a--
Esme nudges him.
Esme: Sweetheart, I think they get it.
Mr. Thunder clears up his throat.
Luther: Yes, well what I mean Miss Maguire is that there are a lot of lies being spread around about me and there are individuals with less intellect than teeth who decide to take those as gospel. Therefore forcing me to go out of my way to prove them and their slanderous beliefs wrong. That in some cases deprives our beloved fans the best possible matches they could have seen between myself and my opponent. Because as I am sure you understand full well, if someone does not respect you and treat you the way you deserve then you have no right, no duty to treat them as such either..why am I bringing all this up? Well, lass, the reasoning behind this logic is very simple: you have not insulted me, mocked me or ridiculed my wife. You have stepped up to me with pride wanting to make this the best damn match it can be and while we both aim to win this bout, we can agree on that at least.
He smiles warmly and looks into the camera.
Luther: Besides you beat the hell out of poor Crystal Zdunich and anyone who has followed her career anywhere for longer than a few matches probably thinks that she did something along the way to deserve that. Of course the fact that she is now facing a narcoleptic ninja can be a blessing or a curse for either one of them depending on the match’s outcome. What I am delighted of however is the fact that I get to face you in the Main Event of tonight’s Fury Road because as sorry as I am for Valora Thomas and her head injury... facing someone like you who clearly recognizes the possibility what a match with me can offer, someone who understands that mocking and putting down your opponents is not a good look, unless of course they are utter garbage and deserve it. What I am saying, lass, is that facing you is a breath of fresh air after all the people who aimed to hurt me, belittle me and treat me like I am some sort of a joke for them to laugh at. Haven’t heard too many cackles about after facing me and unlike them..you have the foresight to just wait and see what we accomplish before passing judgement on me. That is smart, I like it and who knows maybe it will even get you a shot at this pretty thing.
He looks at his championship, then his wife holding up the belt.
Luther: ...of course I mean this.
He gestures to the belt.
Luther: Nobody gets a shot at my wife if I got anything to say about it.
Esme arches a brow at her husband, before continuing.
Esme: Quite. So, miss Maguire, we look forward to seeing you out there tonight. Let’s give these fans a match they’ll remember, eh?
MAIN EVENT
NON-TITLE MATCH
LUTHER THUNDER VS PSYCHO MAGUIRE
NON-TITLE MATCH
LUTHER THUNDER VS PSYCHO MAGUIRE
Luther Thunder and Psycho Maguire go right towards each other, immediately locking up, both struggling momentarily for leverage. Psycho gets the advantage with a quick arm drag into a basic armbar but Luther breaks out immediately! Smiling and nodding, Luther holds out his hand once they're up and Psycho takes it! Both competitors hold out their hands which they squeeze and get into a hold-up again… and there's that struggle AGAIN. This time Thunder gets the advantage by locking in wristlock, which he holds onto for several seconds before Psycho counters it into one of her own – it's a huge display of technical wrestling and Psycho has Thunder down to one knee. She twists the wristlock into an arm lock of her own, she pulls back onto his arm as much as she can without ripping it from its socket. With Thunder on a knee, this makes it easy for him to get up to his feet and he wraps his arms around Psycho, picking her up and slamming her forward with a face rake on the ropes before he lets her fall.
Psycho gets up in a matter of seconds, the two of them locking up yet again. Luther gets the advantage by wrapping an arm around Psycho, constricting her airway. Psycho counters with a wrist lock of her own, twisting it around as much as she can. Thunder moves backwards towards the ropes, going for a roll forward to attempt to get out of the wristlock, but no such luck as Psycho pulls back onto his arm. Moving her body upwards, she drives her legs forward onto his arm. Thunder crawls to the ropes relatively quickly, and the referee calls for the rope break which Psycho holds until the referee is about to count four. Luther staggers back up and Psycho lays into him before nailing the Ballbreaker!
There's another prolonged grapple for the third time this match, and Thunder gets the advantage with an Irish whip. As Psycho comes back, Thunder ELBOWS HER RIGHT IN THE FACE! Psycho goes down hard and she checks the damage before diving into Thunder's legs and he falls on top of her, nailing her with several mounted punches to her forehead.
Locking in a sleeper hold right after, he squeezes hard, but Psycho gets up to her feet and pushes Thunder to the ropes. Thunder comes back with a stiff shoulder block, which gets Psycho fumbling down to the mat. Thunder bounces off the ropes only for Psycho to jump up, wrapping her legs around his neck, and getting him into a hurricanara roll-up – THUNDER KICKS OUT AT ONE AND THE CROWD GOES INSANE!! Psycho avoids the clothesline from Thunder, bouncing off the ropes, and gives Thunder a beautiful looking enzuigiri! Thunder falls back onto the ropes, as Psycho jumps up and gives him a gamengiri and then she goes for the Gealtachta – DENIED! Thunder catches her! HOLY SHIT SWORD OF DAMOCLES!! Psycho is down, unmoving and Luther thunder drops down, hooking the leg as he picks up the 1-2-3!!
WINNER: LUTHER THUNDER
Psycho gets up in a matter of seconds, the two of them locking up yet again. Luther gets the advantage by wrapping an arm around Psycho, constricting her airway. Psycho counters with a wrist lock of her own, twisting it around as much as she can. Thunder moves backwards towards the ropes, going for a roll forward to attempt to get out of the wristlock, but no such luck as Psycho pulls back onto his arm. Moving her body upwards, she drives her legs forward onto his arm. Thunder crawls to the ropes relatively quickly, and the referee calls for the rope break which Psycho holds until the referee is about to count four. Luther staggers back up and Psycho lays into him before nailing the Ballbreaker!
There's another prolonged grapple for the third time this match, and Thunder gets the advantage with an Irish whip. As Psycho comes back, Thunder ELBOWS HER RIGHT IN THE FACE! Psycho goes down hard and she checks the damage before diving into Thunder's legs and he falls on top of her, nailing her with several mounted punches to her forehead.
Locking in a sleeper hold right after, he squeezes hard, but Psycho gets up to her feet and pushes Thunder to the ropes. Thunder comes back with a stiff shoulder block, which gets Psycho fumbling down to the mat. Thunder bounces off the ropes only for Psycho to jump up, wrapping her legs around his neck, and getting him into a hurricanara roll-up – THUNDER KICKS OUT AT ONE AND THE CROWD GOES INSANE!! Psycho avoids the clothesline from Thunder, bouncing off the ropes, and gives Thunder a beautiful looking enzuigiri! Thunder falls back onto the ropes, as Psycho jumps up and gives him a gamengiri and then she goes for the Gealtachta – DENIED! Thunder catches her! HOLY SHIT SWORD OF DAMOCLES!! Psycho is down, unmoving and Luther thunder drops down, hooking the leg as he picks up the 1-2-3!!
WINNER: LUTHER THUNDER