Post by Melinda Rhodes on Nov 11, 2020 15:02:15 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME - GA
11/12/2020
BELL TIME 7PM EST
INTRO
-CHERRY DEVILLE-VS-BECKY BLADE-
SEGMENT
-HALO-VS-KAN TAI-
SEGMENT
Koss: Looks like it’s just about time for our triple threat number one contender match for the tag titles!
Spazz: A half-dozen hotties looking for a shot at the bright and shinies! Does my young heart good!
Koss: In this, I’d have to agree-
The commentary is interrupted by the boos of the fans as Aloysius Marcus Vance IV makes his second appearance of the evening. No music, no fancy lights… just the Purveyor of Justice and Defender of Truth. The mere sight of him is enough to irritate the Southern Rebellion faithful. He enters the ring and walks over to the confused referee. Checking his watch, AMV says something to the official, then gestures to the backstage area. The official shrugs his shoulders, trying to explain something in return. AMV isn’t having it, though. He taps the watch, shows it to the official insistently and again gives his queue to the ramp.
Spazz: Hell is Captain Lawyer up to, Joe-boy?
Koss: I’m sure I don’t know. Maybe-
Koss is interrupted again, though. This time by someone being bodily tossed through the curtain and onto the stage. They land hard on the metal grating on their back, arching up in pain. From the looks of them, someone had laid in a few good licks on them already; their lip was cut and they had the beginnings of a shiner around their left eye.
Koss: Whoa, now! Who’s that guy?
Spazz: Some local? Hell if I know! I ain’t an answers kinda guy unless it’s about the art of love!
As the guy tries to get up, Pop Evil’s “Deal With the Devil” starts to play and the boos shake the rafters. No darkness, no pomp… just the Martyr Machine, stepping through the curtain and hauling off with a big punt kick right to the ribs of the local wrestler, causing him to roll down the ramp. Forge follows after him, snarling, the Hardcore Championship around his neck. In the same moment that he rolls the guy into the ring, AMV graciously accepts the microphone from Jenny Beck and starts up.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: The following match is set for one fall and it is for the Southern Rebellion Hardcore Championship!
Spazz: You fuckin’ what?!
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Now entering the ring… from right here in Rome, Georgia, weighing in at 189 pounds soaking wet with a brick in his pocket… BOBBY JONES!
The fan reaction is tepid at best; the fans are too busy hating Forge to see if they can even recognize who the guy is… or at the very least Google him. Meanwhile, Bobby is trying to get up on his hands and knees and crawl toward the other side of the ring while the Martyr Machine pulls himself up and onto the apron before stepping through the ropes.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: And introducing the champion… the Martyr Machine… FORGE!
Koss: Guess we should be happy he didn’t give a more colorful announcement, huh?
Spazz: Don’t be hatin’ just because you ain’t got a personal announcer! But look at the bright side! Bonus title match!
If you want to call it that. AMV rings the bell himself, taking the belt as it is handed to him and holding it in a displaying fashion while Forge returns to stalking Bobby. He drags the kid up by the hair and shoves him into the buckles, talking some very vulgar shit to the Rome native. Bobby decides he’d rather not go down raw and starts firing right hands at Forge! He actually backs the big man up a step or two before Forge has had enough and headbutts him right in the mouth! Jones falls back into the buckles, but not for long. Forge drags him out and wrecks him with a short-arm clothesline, keeping his grip and dragging the kid back up, sending him into the ropes this time and knocking him on his ass with a Piston Kick!
Koss: You call this a match?! He’s killin’ that kid!
Spazz: I’ll call it whatever Forge tells me to call it! I ain't risking shit, lunchbox!
Jones is practically unconscious, but that isn’t enough for Forge. Dragging the kid up, Forge hoists him up with ease and hurls him to the mat recklessly with the Chrome Bomb! Dragging Bobby up for the last time, the Martyr Machine clamps on the Sleep in Hell, but with Rogers already beaten all to hell and semi-awake, the referee has only to raise his arm and see it drop limply for him to call for the bell… which AMV contently rings with a large grin.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… and STILL the Hardcore Champion… FORGE!
Shoving the limp Jones down to the mat with utter disdain, Forge looks to AMV on the outside, the lawyer handing him the belt so that the champ can hold it up high to the sounds of boos and hatred. Leaving the ring after a moment, the belt slung over his shoulder, Forge heads up the ramp and through the curtain without a word.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: And that is all that needs to be said. Come Fury Road, ladies and gentlemen? This will happen again unless Forge is given a proper opponent. And again. And again. We are men of our words. Good evening to you all.
Dropping the mic, AMV follows his charge backstage, being less than verbose tonight apparently.
Koss: I guess we need a spatula now to scoop this guy off the mat.
Spazz: Nah, all yous need is some paper towels to soak his ass up. He’s a puddle of fuck, lunchbox.
THREE WAY TAG CONTENDER'S MATCH
-SMC RIOT GROUP-VS-SUMMER/FAYE LANGE-VS-WILDSIDE-
Koss: The Riot Group is back in the driver's seat and headed for gold!
Spazz: The House of Dix has been a motherfuckin' house on FIRE though! There's nobody out there that's been able to stop 'em! Bitches be killing it in the tag division!
Koss: Indeed! The ring has been cleared of bodies and-
SEGMENT
HEAR ME NNNNOOOOWWWW!!!
Sevendust's "Unforgiven" plays over power driven speakers that nearly drowned out the cheering crowd as the Queen of the South, Ursula Von Rossbach, steps out onto the stage. Dressed in her custom tailored black leather gear, she carries herself on the stride of long legs to the wrestling ring. Along the way she waves her hand to the ring attendant at the timekeeper's table and he tosses a microphone to her waiting hand, the instrument caught effortlessly. She then ascends the ring steps and enters the ring over pushed down ropes as per her usual custom. With a cutthroat motion of her thumb, the music silences. She brings her microphone up to her lips and wastes no further time.
UVR: If I may have but a moment of your time. At the previous Savage Thursday event, I delivered a message to Samantha Tolson with the assistance of a rather potent Forge Mitchell. She does not matter anymore. There is no truth greater or more evident. This championship is back in the hands of it's rightful holder and I am back where I belong, at the top of the mountain that I helped create.
Ursula paces the ring in a slow, steady circle as she continues to speak to the crowd.
UVR: She sits at home right now, watching rather than participating and with good reason. I could tell her to stay at home and mind herself. It would be oh so easy to brand her as others have in the face of defeat time and again, calling her a prideful, egotistical coward who took her ball and went home, but that is not how I operate.
Stopping, the Lady Terminator finds the nearest camera with her eyes, her head inclining towards it with a rather sinister smirk.
UVR: No. Samantha, I want you to rest and freshen up so that you may sit idly by while I crush my destined challenger for this championship, Christopher Styles. Make no mistake that my loss to him was calculated and prepared for in advance, for I wanted to know his capabilities as a competitor. I tested him at every turn, learning his tactics as he unleashed nearly his entire arsenal upon me. Unlike you, he is an impressive specimen and very much capable of not only carrying himself as a proper competitor, but demonstrating a capacity that few have when I have tested them outright.
She leans over the ropes for a better, more direct gaze into the camera.
UVR: It actually pains me that you are not here to witness this historic moment against a worthy and respected veteran, Luther Thunder, one who I feel has been unfairly denied screen time he is far more deserving of than you are. I would have loved to see you waste more of Mrs. Rhodes money with your extravagant appearance fees just to hurl these "bullets" you keep saying you have for me. I want you to rip me apart with your words while I excel in this ring as I always have and shall continue to do long after you inevitably leave in frustration while cursing this company and it's management for your own inadequacies.
The mocking smirk of contempt adds a little salt to her words.
UVR: You can say anything, Samantha, anything at all. It will not matter for I have been verbally torn asunder with insults and slander by far greater than you and look at where I am now?
She hoists the championship belt on her shoulder up in the air for emphasis, parading it around for a moment before depositing it back upon her shoulder.
UVR: I AM 'THE' CHAMPION OF THE HOUSE I BUILT! Brick by brick, from Galactic to Southern Rebellion Wrestling, everything that is this company, I had a hand in making. You can claim every belt in the world, but this place? It is mine, forever and you are an interloper.... a usurper. Every enemy who has come before and since your glorious return to my domain has been left defeated and broken. You were given my opportunity without so much as a fight against me and you expect me to treat you with dignity and respect? YOU EXPECT ME TO REGARD YOU AS AN EQUAL?!
When her head lifts, there is a hint of emotion, a long held pain on her face that she had a very difficult time holding at bay. She looks over her shoulder towards the camera, scorn and fury in her eyes.
UVR: No. That shall never happen, Samantha. You will be another name on my Resume of Destruction.
She slowly turns around to fully face the camera once more.
UVR: Just as Luther Thunder shall be added this very night, but unlike the inevitable addition of your name, his shall be added with reverence and respect befitting a competitor of his caliber and talent. I consider this match tonight against him to be an absolute honor.
The Lady Terminator inclines her head forward.
UVR: He has earned his place.
A surprisingly smug little smirk appears on her face.
UVR: Just as Christopher Styles has. I recommend that you watch this match, Mr. Styles. If you think you know me based upon our last encounter, you shall find yourself woefully unprepared. Bare witness to absolute power.
Ursula shoves off of the ropes.
UVR: Nothing personal, Luther Thunder, prepare yourself. Your destruction is at hand.
She then tosses the microphone over the ropes to the ring attendant who neatly catches it and places it back into the box.
Koss: Ursula seems supremely confident going into her match against fellow champion, Luther Thunder.
Spazz: There's only been three people in the history of this promotion that had even a hope in hell of stopping her; That's Zoey Star, Sam Hamilton, and recently, Chris Styles. Two outta' three ain't in the building no more!
Koss: We'll be hearing more from her opponent later tonight. For now, we have Psycho Maguire vs Crystal Z!
Spazz: She said last show she was Crystal "Fucking" Hilton, dawg.
Koss: When you have a ton of names, sometimes you rotate them out to freshen up.
-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-VS-CRYSTAL ZDUNICH-
CHAMPION VERSUS CHAMPION (NON TITLE)
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-
ROME - GA
11/12/2020
BELL TIME 7PM EST
INTRO
"Toxic" cover by Lauren Babic hit's the P/A system as the show begins! The stage is standard issue with the Southern Rebellion Winged Star graphic blazing across the titantron screen, surrounded by a steel pipe structure and dark red curtains. Out onto the black corrugated steel stage steps Jenny Beck looking wild as ever with her spiked black hair and dressed in leather. She lets out a wild howl to the crowd as pyro explodes behind her! The crowd erupts into cheers as their favorite ring announcer comes out to play!
She rushes down to ringside and slides over the canvas and rolls to her feet to address the crowd. The crowd erupts with a huge pop!
Jenny Beck: ROME, GEORGIA! I CAN'T HEAR YOU! MAKE IT LOUDER!!
Crowd: SRW! SRW! SRW! SRW!
Jenny cracks a wicked grin.
Jenny: LLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS, AND GIRLS, MUTANTS, AND THE POLITICALLY INCORRECT, WELCOME TO SRW'S SSSSAAAVVVAAAAAGGGEEE TTTHHHUUUURRRSDAY!!!!!!
The camera whips to the announce table to find Mike Spazz taking hard on a blunt beside the bearded wonder that is, Joe Koss.
Koss: Thank you, Jenny Beck!!! Welcome folks to Southern Rebellion Wrestling's Savage Thursday! I'm Joe Koss and the toke factory to my left is none other than Mike Spazz!
Spazz: *FFFFFFFFFFSSSSSHHHHT!* Fuck yeah! Hittin' the good shit tonight and feeling might fuckin' fine dawg!
Koss: You have zero fucks to give tonight, don't you?
Spazz: Damn straight!!
Koss: We've got a really awesome card lined up, booked by new GM Brad Jackson. I'm really looking forward to Ursula vs Luther Thunder tonight!
Spazz: Yo, but before we get to that, They got Crystal Hilton backstage lookin' to talk some shit or something!
She rushes down to ringside and slides over the canvas and rolls to her feet to address the crowd. The crowd erupts with a huge pop!
Jenny Beck: ROME, GEORGIA! I CAN'T HEAR YOU! MAKE IT LOUDER!!
Crowd: SRW! SRW! SRW! SRW!
Jenny cracks a wicked grin.
Jenny: LLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS, AND GIRLS, MUTANTS, AND THE POLITICALLY INCORRECT, WELCOME TO SRW'S SSSSAAAVVVAAAAAGGGEEE TTTHHHUUUURRRSDAY!!!!!!
The camera whips to the announce table to find Mike Spazz taking hard on a blunt beside the bearded wonder that is, Joe Koss.
Koss: Thank you, Jenny Beck!!! Welcome folks to Southern Rebellion Wrestling's Savage Thursday! I'm Joe Koss and the toke factory to my left is none other than Mike Spazz!
Spazz: *FFFFFFFFFFSSSSSHHHHT!* Fuck yeah! Hittin' the good shit tonight and feeling might fuckin' fine dawg!
Koss: You have zero fucks to give tonight, don't you?
Spazz: Damn straight!!
Koss: We've got a really awesome card lined up, booked by new GM Brad Jackson. I'm really looking forward to Ursula vs Luther Thunder tonight!
Spazz: Yo, but before we get to that, They got Crystal Hilton backstage lookin' to talk some shit or something!
SEGMENT
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are able to see Crystal Zdunich. She cracks a wicked grin as she flicks her long blue hair. She is dressing to impress as she looks right into the lens of the camera.
Crystal: Long behold after what happened last week I finally got the win that I was looking for. I entered the ring and I beat the unholy out of that whiny little Bitch Narcoleptic Ninja. He talked all that shit about begging for a match and like being in the ring with me was going to be something good for him, and what exactly happened?!
Crystal just shakes her head as she speaks some more.
Crystal: His ass got beat and I proved that I am more than ready to take things to another level. When SRW brought me back I knew that the only place that I ever wanted to go was up. Me finally getting that win was only the first step. I have always been in the thick and thin of the hunt while in this company. I was always just mere inches away from finally getting to the very top. I had my singles run as a Hardcore Champion and I know my words caught the interests of the current champion but I am at the stage where I am above that.
Crystal seems disgusted as she shakes her head speaking more.
Crystal: I need to be better than that. I want something more. I want to one day be the biggest talent on all of the roster and what I have in my sights is the Queen of the South Championship. I will rip through whoever and do whatever it takes to get there. However this week I need to prove that I am willing to get to that stage because once again I need to step into the ring against Psycho Maguire. To be honest I already wrestled this match. I am the woman who took the Hardcore title away from her. This was a match that was supposed to happen last week but of course Valora had to open her stupid fucking mouth that she was injured and therefore Psycho gets taken out of the match with me and added right to the main event.
Crystal just shakes her head in a disgusted manner as she looks back at the camera.
Crystal: And now I have to deal with being in this match again?! If that’s the case by all means let’s have it happen then. I am not afraid and I am not going to lose to some Shield Maiden. Not now and certainly not ever. All I want is to be taken seriously. I want to be the next big thing and you need to understand that I won’t hesitate. After being here for as long as I have the only place for me to go is upwards. So Psycho what are you honestly going to do that you weren’t able to do in the first encounter that we had with one another?!
Crystal chuckles.
Crystal: I already BEAT you and now we have to do all of this all over again. If I already beat you I am above you. I am ready for bigger challenges and I will use you as an obvious stepping stone to further my career and whatever happens let’s just do what we do… Sad for you it will end with me winning… See you soon.
With that Crystal piefaces the camera and we fade out on this.
Koss: Apparently Crystal's predicting she can take down Psycho.
Spazz: It happened once, but the last time I ever discounted crazy, I had four slashed tires, piss in my radiator reservoir, and sugar in my power steering pump. My car was fuuuuuuck-a-ducked up!
Koss: I told you not to date that girl.
Spazz: Lunchbox, when it comes to women, what part of me do yous think I listen to? My head or my head?
Crystal: Long behold after what happened last week I finally got the win that I was looking for. I entered the ring and I beat the unholy out of that whiny little Bitch Narcoleptic Ninja. He talked all that shit about begging for a match and like being in the ring with me was going to be something good for him, and what exactly happened?!
Crystal just shakes her head as she speaks some more.
Crystal: His ass got beat and I proved that I am more than ready to take things to another level. When SRW brought me back I knew that the only place that I ever wanted to go was up. Me finally getting that win was only the first step. I have always been in the thick and thin of the hunt while in this company. I was always just mere inches away from finally getting to the very top. I had my singles run as a Hardcore Champion and I know my words caught the interests of the current champion but I am at the stage where I am above that.
Crystal seems disgusted as she shakes her head speaking more.
Crystal: I need to be better than that. I want something more. I want to one day be the biggest talent on all of the roster and what I have in my sights is the Queen of the South Championship. I will rip through whoever and do whatever it takes to get there. However this week I need to prove that I am willing to get to that stage because once again I need to step into the ring against Psycho Maguire. To be honest I already wrestled this match. I am the woman who took the Hardcore title away from her. This was a match that was supposed to happen last week but of course Valora had to open her stupid fucking mouth that she was injured and therefore Psycho gets taken out of the match with me and added right to the main event.
Crystal just shakes her head in a disgusted manner as she looks back at the camera.
Crystal: And now I have to deal with being in this match again?! If that’s the case by all means let’s have it happen then. I am not afraid and I am not going to lose to some Shield Maiden. Not now and certainly not ever. All I want is to be taken seriously. I want to be the next big thing and you need to understand that I won’t hesitate. After being here for as long as I have the only place for me to go is upwards. So Psycho what are you honestly going to do that you weren’t able to do in the first encounter that we had with one another?!
Crystal chuckles.
Crystal: I already BEAT you and now we have to do all of this all over again. If I already beat you I am above you. I am ready for bigger challenges and I will use you as an obvious stepping stone to further my career and whatever happens let’s just do what we do… Sad for you it will end with me winning… See you soon.
With that Crystal piefaces the camera and we fade out on this.
Koss: Apparently Crystal's predicting she can take down Psycho.
Spazz: It happened once, but the last time I ever discounted crazy, I had four slashed tires, piss in my radiator reservoir, and sugar in my power steering pump. My car was fuuuuuuck-a-ducked up!
Koss: I told you not to date that girl.
Spazz: Lunchbox, when it comes to women, what part of me do yous think I listen to? My head or my head?
-CHERRY DEVILLE-VS-BECKY BLADE-
Cherry starts off strong against perennial loser Becky Blade, though frustration is quick to set in when almost nothing that DeVille throws at her masked opponent seems to keep her down for long. Near-Herculean with her ability to absorb punishment, Becky always seems to get right back in the thick of it, more out of stubbornness than any will to win. Cherry’s budding frustration is made clear when she puts a little extra snap into her swinging neckbreaker, followed with a vicious slingshot elbow drop for two. When Becky gets up this time, she’s holding her neck… yet despite the pain delivered by DeVille, the masked woman answers back with some right hands packing pepper. She actually gets the better of Cherry for a few moments, backing her into the corner with her flurry of offense. But a moment too many is taken setting up a splash and as a result Blade eats buckles with cheese. DeVille, shaking it off, goes for a German suplex that Blade stops in fluke-like fashion as she had been holding on to the ropes to keep herself upright. Cherry goes for another but Blade lashes out behind her, cold-cocking the Seattle native with an elbow to the jaw.
Becky reaches back, making contact with DeVille’s head, and drops her with a stunner! She’s confused for a moment, seemingly, before pouncing on Cherry and getting a quick two-count. The fans are fostering some hope for the supposed child of John Blade, who tries to ride that wave for all it’s worth. An Irish whip puts Cherry back into the buckles and Becky charges her… and suddenly stops a few feet from her target! Cherry is just as confused as the fans, but the reasoning is clear: Becky expected DeVille to move. Thinking fast, DeVille rocks the masked woman with a big haymaker, then the German suplex that was denied her previously. Blade bounces back up, as she had so many times before, but this time DeVille was on top of her before she could go any further, shoving her into the ropes and delivering the Cherry Bomb for the 1-2-3!
WINNER BY PINFALL: CHERRY DEVILLE!!!
Becky reaches back, making contact with DeVille’s head, and drops her with a stunner! She’s confused for a moment, seemingly, before pouncing on Cherry and getting a quick two-count. The fans are fostering some hope for the supposed child of John Blade, who tries to ride that wave for all it’s worth. An Irish whip puts Cherry back into the buckles and Becky charges her… and suddenly stops a few feet from her target! Cherry is just as confused as the fans, but the reasoning is clear: Becky expected DeVille to move. Thinking fast, DeVille rocks the masked woman with a big haymaker, then the German suplex that was denied her previously. Blade bounces back up, as she had so many times before, but this time DeVille was on top of her before she could go any further, shoving her into the ropes and delivering the Cherry Bomb for the 1-2-3!
WINNER BY PINFALL: CHERRY DEVILLE!!!
Spazz: Cherry Bomb straight to HELL dawg!!!
Koss: Cherry Deville picks up a solid win over new comer, Becky Blade. Hopefully Becky will bounce back from this loss on her introductory night!
Spazz: She's got potential, but Cherry's a lil' too crisp for her this night.
Koss: Cherry Deville picks up a solid win over new comer, Becky Blade. Hopefully Becky will bounce back from this loss on her introductory night!
Spazz: She's got potential, but Cherry's a lil' too crisp for her this night.
SEGMENT
The scene opens up in what appears to be a crawl space in overhead duct. As the image moves closer and closer, it appears that someone is crawling through until they reach the grating that leads into a room.
A hand appears and uses a tool to unscrew one side of the grate, and then moves to unscrew the other and the pushes the grating as it falls to the floor below. The scene crawls forward until it goes head over feet and lands with an ‘oof’ onto the floor.
? ? ?: That hurt.
The voice would be the voice of Southern Rebellion Wrestling’s own Kan Tai. She manages to sit up as the image rights itself and she reaches up and pulls the glasses from her eyes and spins them around so everyone can see her.
Kan Tai: I got these nifty spy glasses off of Amazon and they are amaze-balls. HD, stereo sound, and nearly breakproof. But, let’s see what we got in here.
She puts the glasses back on and begins to look around the room and she comes across a filing cabinet.
Kan Tai: Well, well, well. What do we have hear?
Her hand reaches into the screen to grab the handle of the cabinet labeled “Independent Contractors” but it doesn’t budge.
Kan Tai: Drat. Locked. Let’s just do a little of this…
She begins to poke something into the keyhole of the cabinet until it pops right on out.
Kan Tai: Child’s play.
She opens the drawer and begins to leaf through some folders before pulling one out. She’s courteous enough to blur out the names of the individuals’ names on the folders so as not to incriminate anyone as she flips through the documents.
Kan Tai: Tsk. Tsk. Stint at rehab.
She puts it back and flips through another.
Kan Tai: This one definitely is getting way overpaid.
And another.
Kan Tai: Well, lookee here. Someone has a lot of money to burn. Look at all these fines that had to be paid.
And yet one more.
Kan Tai: Hey wait a minute. Are these two even related? They don’t even look alike.
And finally
Kan Tai: Oh, I knew you were not a natural blonde.
She stops suddenly as she hears a couple of voices.
? ? ?: I just forgot my keys.
Kan Tai ducks underneath a desk just as the lights come on.
? ? ?: Did I leave that cabinet open?
The cabinet gets shut and locked again as the person leaves, shutting off the lights again and footsteps walking down the hall.
Kan Tai: That was close! I almost needed to call my new good pal AMV to bail me out of jail. Time for me to get on out of here and get ready for my upcoming match with the Hey Lo girl. Don’t you worry, Hey Lo. Your secret is safe with me.
Koss: It looks like Mr. Vance has the makings of a talent stable here.
Spazz: You used to have one of those back in the day when you was just a manager.
Koss: Yes and all of you were pains in the neck, especially you. Nobody wasted more of their percentage rates on bail money than you!
Spazz: What can I say, trouble loves this motherfucker, yo!
Koss: Speaking of trouble, Halo vs Kan Tai, coming up next!!!
A hand appears and uses a tool to unscrew one side of the grate, and then moves to unscrew the other and the pushes the grating as it falls to the floor below. The scene crawls forward until it goes head over feet and lands with an ‘oof’ onto the floor.
? ? ?: That hurt.
The voice would be the voice of Southern Rebellion Wrestling’s own Kan Tai. She manages to sit up as the image rights itself and she reaches up and pulls the glasses from her eyes and spins them around so everyone can see her.
Kan Tai: I got these nifty spy glasses off of Amazon and they are amaze-balls. HD, stereo sound, and nearly breakproof. But, let’s see what we got in here.
She puts the glasses back on and begins to look around the room and she comes across a filing cabinet.
Kan Tai: Well, well, well. What do we have hear?
Her hand reaches into the screen to grab the handle of the cabinet labeled “Independent Contractors” but it doesn’t budge.
Kan Tai: Drat. Locked. Let’s just do a little of this…
She begins to poke something into the keyhole of the cabinet until it pops right on out.
Kan Tai: Child’s play.
She opens the drawer and begins to leaf through some folders before pulling one out. She’s courteous enough to blur out the names of the individuals’ names on the folders so as not to incriminate anyone as she flips through the documents.
Kan Tai: Tsk. Tsk. Stint at rehab.
She puts it back and flips through another.
Kan Tai: This one definitely is getting way overpaid.
And another.
Kan Tai: Well, lookee here. Someone has a lot of money to burn. Look at all these fines that had to be paid.
And yet one more.
Kan Tai: Hey wait a minute. Are these two even related? They don’t even look alike.
And finally
Kan Tai: Oh, I knew you were not a natural blonde.
She stops suddenly as she hears a couple of voices.
? ? ?: I just forgot my keys.
Kan Tai ducks underneath a desk just as the lights come on.
? ? ?: Did I leave that cabinet open?
The cabinet gets shut and locked again as the person leaves, shutting off the lights again and footsteps walking down the hall.
Kan Tai: That was close! I almost needed to call my new good pal AMV to bail me out of jail. Time for me to get on out of here and get ready for my upcoming match with the Hey Lo girl. Don’t you worry, Hey Lo. Your secret is safe with me.
Koss: It looks like Mr. Vance has the makings of a talent stable here.
Spazz: You used to have one of those back in the day when you was just a manager.
Koss: Yes and all of you were pains in the neck, especially you. Nobody wasted more of their percentage rates on bail money than you!
Spazz: What can I say, trouble loves this motherfucker, yo!
Koss: Speaking of trouble, Halo vs Kan Tai, coming up next!!!
-HALO-VS-KAN TAI-
Halo immediately puts her size and strength to use in an effort to bully the much smaller Kan Tai. Shoving her first, then doing the old bully trick of putting a hand on the smaller girl’s head to keep her from being able to reach… egged on B-Brat, Halo is rather inflammatory. Eventually, the panda-loving Kan Tai stops trying to swing at Halo, though, and grabs her wrist, biting her fingers! Halo yelps in pain and jerks her hand back, only for Kan Tai to put her thumbs to her ears and stick her tongue out at the much-larger woman! Halo, infuriated, gives chase as Kan Tai leaves the ring and starts charging around it! Halo doesn’t have the speed to get hold of Kan Tai, though, and stops her air as B-Brat fans her a bit, barking at the fans to get off Halo’s case. Kan Tai, though, incorrigible, sneaks up behind both and simultaneously swats them on the ass, making both women jump! Cackling, Kan Tai rolls into the ring, bending over and slapping her own behind to taunt Halo back into the fight.
Needing no further impetus, Halo rolls into the ring and looks to lay Kan Tai out with a clothesline. Ducking, Kan hits the ropes and leaps to the second strand, rocking Halo with an elbow but not quite knocking her down. Instead she staggers back a few steps… and when Kan rushes her again, Halo puts her down with a big boot right to her painted face! For once, the chicancery is knocked out of Kan Tai. Halo pulls her up by the hair and delivers a headbutt before goozling her and tossing her from mid-ring into the buckles. A running knee follows, taking the wind out of Kan Tai, making Halo grin. A big right hand, though, is ducked as Kan gets out of the way, hitting a front dropkick to the back of Halo, knocking her chest-first into the buckles. A spinning back fist is waiting for Halo as she turns, but Kan Tai practically has to Little Mac that swing to make it connect properly. It brings Halo down long enough for a near-fall.
B-Brat yells some… forceful encouragement… to her partner as Halo tries to shake off the hit. Still on her hands and knees on the mat, Halo’s eyes suddenly widen as she finds herself used for a game of horsey by the energetic Kan Tai. Slaps to her thigh are supposed to make her giddyup, but Halo isn’t having it. Kan Tai hops off as Halo rises in a fury, barely having enough time to avoid the Black 13, She isn’t so lucky with the 2 Minutes 2 Midnight, though, and that almost spells the end for Kan Tai. She throws the shoulder up at two, though, still in the fight. At this point, Aloysius Marcus Vance IV walks out onto the stage, but remains there with his arms folded, watching the match. Halo only glances his way before turning back to Kan Tai, who does not seem to see him. The referee turns to the stage as well and Kan Tai uses that moment to mist Halo! Rubbing at her eyes, Halo is dropped to a knee by a hard kick to her right thigh, but her vision clears enough to catch Kan Tai around the throat when she charges, clearly thinking it’s chokeslam time. Kan Tai surprises her with a kiss, though, and rolls Halo up with her feet on the ropes! The referee sees this and breaks things up, leading to Halo going for an inside cradle! Kan Tai rolls through and hooks the tights of Halo, though, and snatches the three-count! Kan Tai rolls from the ring and evades an angry B-Brat, only then seeing Aloysius near the entryway, applauding her win with a smile. She grins back and skips backstage, with AMV following soon after.
WINNER BY PINFALL: KAN TAI!!!
Needing no further impetus, Halo rolls into the ring and looks to lay Kan Tai out with a clothesline. Ducking, Kan hits the ropes and leaps to the second strand, rocking Halo with an elbow but not quite knocking her down. Instead she staggers back a few steps… and when Kan rushes her again, Halo puts her down with a big boot right to her painted face! For once, the chicancery is knocked out of Kan Tai. Halo pulls her up by the hair and delivers a headbutt before goozling her and tossing her from mid-ring into the buckles. A running knee follows, taking the wind out of Kan Tai, making Halo grin. A big right hand, though, is ducked as Kan gets out of the way, hitting a front dropkick to the back of Halo, knocking her chest-first into the buckles. A spinning back fist is waiting for Halo as she turns, but Kan Tai practically has to Little Mac that swing to make it connect properly. It brings Halo down long enough for a near-fall.
B-Brat yells some… forceful encouragement… to her partner as Halo tries to shake off the hit. Still on her hands and knees on the mat, Halo’s eyes suddenly widen as she finds herself used for a game of horsey by the energetic Kan Tai. Slaps to her thigh are supposed to make her giddyup, but Halo isn’t having it. Kan Tai hops off as Halo rises in a fury, barely having enough time to avoid the Black 13, She isn’t so lucky with the 2 Minutes 2 Midnight, though, and that almost spells the end for Kan Tai. She throws the shoulder up at two, though, still in the fight. At this point, Aloysius Marcus Vance IV walks out onto the stage, but remains there with his arms folded, watching the match. Halo only glances his way before turning back to Kan Tai, who does not seem to see him. The referee turns to the stage as well and Kan Tai uses that moment to mist Halo! Rubbing at her eyes, Halo is dropped to a knee by a hard kick to her right thigh, but her vision clears enough to catch Kan Tai around the throat when she charges, clearly thinking it’s chokeslam time. Kan Tai surprises her with a kiss, though, and rolls Halo up with her feet on the ropes! The referee sees this and breaks things up, leading to Halo going for an inside cradle! Kan Tai rolls through and hooks the tights of Halo, though, and snatches the three-count! Kan Tai rolls from the ring and evades an angry B-Brat, only then seeing Aloysius near the entryway, applauding her win with a smile. She grins back and skips backstage, with AMV following soon after.
WINNER BY PINFALL: KAN TAI!!!
Koss: Kan Tai with a rather cheeky reversal of fortune at the end gets the pin and the win for her debut match!
Spazz: I'm not about to lie because that kiss? Fuckin' hot as fuck!
Koss: Halo certainly wasn't prepared and B-Brat came at her with a vengeance for that!
Spazz: She did slip her wife some tongue there, yo!
Koss: Hell of a way to win a match.
Spazz: I'm not about to lie because that kiss? Fuckin' hot as fuck!
Koss: Halo certainly wasn't prepared and B-Brat came at her with a vengeance for that!
Spazz: She did slip her wife some tongue there, yo!
Koss: Hell of a way to win a match.
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Koss: Looks like it’s just about time for our triple threat number one contender match for the tag titles!
Spazz: A half-dozen hotties looking for a shot at the bright and shinies! Does my young heart good!
Koss: In this, I’d have to agree-
The commentary is interrupted by the boos of the fans as Aloysius Marcus Vance IV makes his second appearance of the evening. No music, no fancy lights… just the Purveyor of Justice and Defender of Truth. The mere sight of him is enough to irritate the Southern Rebellion faithful. He enters the ring and walks over to the confused referee. Checking his watch, AMV says something to the official, then gestures to the backstage area. The official shrugs his shoulders, trying to explain something in return. AMV isn’t having it, though. He taps the watch, shows it to the official insistently and again gives his queue to the ramp.
Spazz: Hell is Captain Lawyer up to, Joe-boy?
Koss: I’m sure I don’t know. Maybe-
Koss is interrupted again, though. This time by someone being bodily tossed through the curtain and onto the stage. They land hard on the metal grating on their back, arching up in pain. From the looks of them, someone had laid in a few good licks on them already; their lip was cut and they had the beginnings of a shiner around their left eye.
Koss: Whoa, now! Who’s that guy?
Spazz: Some local? Hell if I know! I ain’t an answers kinda guy unless it’s about the art of love!
As the guy tries to get up, Pop Evil’s “Deal With the Devil” starts to play and the boos shake the rafters. No darkness, no pomp… just the Martyr Machine, stepping through the curtain and hauling off with a big punt kick right to the ribs of the local wrestler, causing him to roll down the ramp. Forge follows after him, snarling, the Hardcore Championship around his neck. In the same moment that he rolls the guy into the ring, AMV graciously accepts the microphone from Jenny Beck and starts up.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: The following match is set for one fall and it is for the Southern Rebellion Hardcore Championship!
Spazz: You fuckin’ what?!
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Now entering the ring… from right here in Rome, Georgia, weighing in at 189 pounds soaking wet with a brick in his pocket… BOBBY JONES!
The fan reaction is tepid at best; the fans are too busy hating Forge to see if they can even recognize who the guy is… or at the very least Google him. Meanwhile, Bobby is trying to get up on his hands and knees and crawl toward the other side of the ring while the Martyr Machine pulls himself up and onto the apron before stepping through the ropes.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: And introducing the champion… the Martyr Machine… FORGE!
Koss: Guess we should be happy he didn’t give a more colorful announcement, huh?
Spazz: Don’t be hatin’ just because you ain’t got a personal announcer! But look at the bright side! Bonus title match!
If you want to call it that. AMV rings the bell himself, taking the belt as it is handed to him and holding it in a displaying fashion while Forge returns to stalking Bobby. He drags the kid up by the hair and shoves him into the buckles, talking some very vulgar shit to the Rome native. Bobby decides he’d rather not go down raw and starts firing right hands at Forge! He actually backs the big man up a step or two before Forge has had enough and headbutts him right in the mouth! Jones falls back into the buckles, but not for long. Forge drags him out and wrecks him with a short-arm clothesline, keeping his grip and dragging the kid back up, sending him into the ropes this time and knocking him on his ass with a Piston Kick!
Koss: You call this a match?! He’s killin’ that kid!
Spazz: I’ll call it whatever Forge tells me to call it! I ain't risking shit, lunchbox!
Jones is practically unconscious, but that isn’t enough for Forge. Dragging the kid up, Forge hoists him up with ease and hurls him to the mat recklessly with the Chrome Bomb! Dragging Bobby up for the last time, the Martyr Machine clamps on the Sleep in Hell, but with Rogers already beaten all to hell and semi-awake, the referee has only to raise his arm and see it drop limply for him to call for the bell… which AMV contently rings with a large grin.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… and STILL the Hardcore Champion… FORGE!
Shoving the limp Jones down to the mat with utter disdain, Forge looks to AMV on the outside, the lawyer handing him the belt so that the champ can hold it up high to the sounds of boos and hatred. Leaving the ring after a moment, the belt slung over his shoulder, Forge heads up the ramp and through the curtain without a word.
Aloysius Marcus Vance IV: And that is all that needs to be said. Come Fury Road, ladies and gentlemen? This will happen again unless Forge is given a proper opponent. And again. And again. We are men of our words. Good evening to you all.
Dropping the mic, AMV follows his charge backstage, being less than verbose tonight apparently.
Koss: I guess we need a spatula now to scoop this guy off the mat.
Spazz: Nah, all yous need is some paper towels to soak his ass up. He’s a puddle of fuck, lunchbox.
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Backstage, the camera finds members of the Shieldmaidens, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, in a dressing room, all seemingly on edge, ready to fight.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Está listas?
Banshee can’t help but laugh.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, I tink Bex might bae more excited fer Sorsh’s fight than Sorsh is…
Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha bae true, Bex?
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Ya’ll are gettin’ the chance to kick the head off o’ a bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else and only gives a fuck about herself despite bein’ married to one o’ the sweetest chicks on the planet! O’ course I’m excited to see it happen, lass!
Psycho nods slowly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha’s nay whot bae ‘appenin’ at th’ last maetin’ baetwain us, now, is it, Crystal?
She shakes her head angrily.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Nay, we bae maetin’ fer me hardcore championship an’ ye bae laevin’ wit it after a feckin’ mockery o’ a match! Ye then turned around an’ lost it without much o’ a fight an’ I ne’er did get me chance tae take it back from ye! Ye took tha championship tha people like me an’ Juliet Black had worked s’feckin’ hard tae make maen sumtin’ an’ ye pissed all over it like it was jess yer latest accessory fer sum gobshite Hollywood project tha wasnay cared about by ennyone but ye!
Bruiser nods in agreement.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye. See that’s ya biggest problem, lass. All ya seem to care about is bein’ a champion and bein’ the best, and ya even go as far as doin’ shite like screwin’ over ya own wife and family members to get there! It’s fuckin’ pathetic! Ya’ll are makin’ a mockery o’ this fine sport and it’s about fuckin’ time ya get ya head outta ya arse and realised that there’s more to life than material fuckin’ thin’s!
Psycho grins playfully.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Hang on, are we allowed tae mention tha?
Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Why not? It happened, didn’t?
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, it did, an’ we got tae bae there tae see her make an arse o’ herself in th’ process! It bae feckin’ glorious, it was!
She pauses and looks back to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We were there when ye showed ye true colours, Lass! When ye let yer sister stab yer own family in th’ back! Tha cunt bae stabbin’ yer wife, yer sister-in-law an’ seven yer own daughter in th’ back fer th’ Pretty Committee an’ all ye could bae bothered tae do was run out at th’ end an’ beg us tae stop given’ her th’ baetin’ she richly earned! Tha showed us all we bae naedin’ tae know about ye!
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: We ourselves in the Shieldmaidens show more fuckin’ loyalty to family than ya’ll ever have done in ya entire fuckin’ life, lass! And the kicker? Most o’ us ain’t even blood related! Ya’ll are a fuckin’ disgrace! Not just the world o’ professional wrestlin’... but ya’ll are a fuckin’ disgrace to this planet! Ya’ll make me sick to my fuckin’ stomach! Hell, I’m so fuckin’ sick o’ ya that I’m even a little jealous that it’s me wife that gets to beat the ever lovin’ shite outta ya instead o’ me!
Psycho shrugs playfully.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye? Ye ne’er know, ye might jess get yer own chance one o’ thaese days, Bex!
She nods and then looks back to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But ye bae right, this bae me chance tae do this right an’ proper then! Tae pay ye back fer whot ye did tae me an’ tae pay ye back fer everything’ ye ever did tae ennyone! Ye constantly bae takin’ offense when people like Alicia Lukas or Eavan Maloney call ye on yer shite when th’ truth is, ye know they bae right an’ aether ye kinna bae admittin’ it tae yerself or ye truly dinna give a good goddamn about any o’ them includin’ th’ feckin’ children ye always claim tae bae tryin’ tae inspire wit yer ways! Yer ways bae a feckin’ blight on society an’ I kinna wait to kick them clean off yer feckin’ head!
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Only thin’ she’s inspirin’ is how to be the worst fuckin’ person on the planet! And I swear if I keep talkin’ about this snivellin’ little piece o’ shite, I’m gonna fuckin’ explode so I’ll say one last thin’, and it ain’t directed at Crystal…
Bruiser glares into the camera.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I’m directin’ this to Ursula Von Rossbach. See, Ursula and I, we have a huge match comin’ up in HYBRID, don’t we, lass? And the winner o’ that match gets the chance to be the final ever Honor Champion. So I just wanted to say… I hope ya’ll are ready for the biggest fight ‘ ya fuckin’ life, lass. Coz I’m bringin’ everythin’ I’ve got and then some on Saturday!
Seeing the look in her wife’s eyes, Psycho nods to the others.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, Bex, let’s bae takin’ a breath now…
As the two leave the room, Bullet and Bandit nod to each other.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So…
Banshee smirks.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye…
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Wildside and Faye and Summer…
Bandit and Banshee both nod again.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Tha bae quite the double trouble…
Bandit nods her agreement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s like we walked into an episode of Vikings. Two big Swedes and a giant Dane with her little friend Summer.
Bullet can’t help but grin.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s like your team with Sam in Mile High!
Bandit starts to retort and then thinks better of it, snapping her fingers.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Fuck, you got me on that one. It kind of is. Giant fucking power women, tiny little flyer with seemingly no fear, that was the combination that amde me and Sam damn near unbeatable in Mile High!
Banshee considers this information.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, an’ we know tha Summer can match ye, but can Faye match Sam?
Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Very few can match Sam. The Titaness was the big dog here until the day she took her leave. It’s going to take a lot for somebody to match that!
Bullet nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And then you ask, can they match us? We are two times Southern Cross Tag Team Champions. It took us a long time, longer than it should have to get there because of all of the political shuffling that happened with this company’s original incarnation but once all of that shuffling was terminated…
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We showed the whole fucking world what we could do!
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And now we’re on our way to showing everyone again!
Banshee smirks.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, hell bae empty…
Bullet/Bandit: And the Maidens are here!
In the backstage area, the camera finds the members of Wildside, Seleana and Zenna Zdunich, sitting in a room with Seleana’s daughter-in-law, Haylie Jo “Halo” Annis, seemingly waiting for Seleana’s wife, Crystal Zdunich to enter.
Halo: Are y’all sure about this? I mean, I’m fightin’ a chick tonight I basically ain’t know shit about. Last thing I wanna be doin’ is worryin’ ‘bout Mama Chrys hangin’ with them PC bitches because her fuckin’ sister is their manager in another company!
Seleana nods slowly.
Seleana: As long as Mariella is not here, we have nothing to worry about here. I’ve heard talk of forming a team with Maja.
Zenna: I’ll believe that when I see it happen for real.
Halo frowns.
Halo: So, we really sure about this? I ain’t wanna be out there with Kan Tai, see Bianca and Veronica show their faces and need to be worried that my own damn mother-in-law ain’t gonna be helpin’ on this one just because some sister I ain’t really never met is suddenly the most important thing in Mama Chrys’ life!
Zenna nods knowingly.
Zenna: Yeah, what was that shit? The fitta stabbed us and Brittany, her own daughter, in the back and at the end of the night, it’s “oh my sister!??!!” like it’s the only family she’s got? Like, seriously, what the fuck is that?
Seleana sighs sadly.
Seleana: Mariella has made poor choices and will reap the rewards of such choices. Christina is trying to stand by her the way we do with our own family. She is trying…
Zenna shakes her head.
Zenna: Typical American, take an idea you know nothing about and bastardize it for your own ends and then wonder why others say you’ve encountered difficulties!
Seleana: She is trying. Besides, you know Bianca and Veronica would not be keen to work with her. They would see her as beneath them because she can get them nothing. They have money, they have championships. What does she add to them?
Zenna shrugs.
Zenna: You don’t think they’d laugh their asses off if they could get her to fuck you over thus possibly sending your marriage straight to hell and destroying herself in the process before shoving her under the oncoming bus and laughing that she was too stupid to realize she’d never be able to sit with them?
Halo considers this.
Halo: They would but Mama Chrys would have to buy into the idea that they would play second fiddle to her long enough to do that and we all know they ain’t gonna play second fiddle to her. They barely play second fiddle to each other!
Seleana: I trust my wife. She is with us.
Zenna shrugs.
Zenna: So we can focus on our match tonight with Faye, Summer and Bullet and Bandit?
Halo smirks.
Halo: Them PC bitches definitely ain’t gonna want none of y’all’s match! Ain’t that mean there’d be seven out there that’d wanna beat their asses?
Seleana: Possibly more. I know we’d be keen, so would the Maidens.
Zenna: I saw Psycho brought her wife to the show too. There’d be spare hands all over. Bianca and Veronica would be outnumbered so badly, they would never make it out of the ringside area.
Halo smirks.
Halo: This is gonna be a damn good night then if that happens!
Zenna nods.
Zenna: Ja, it will.
Seleana smiles.
Seleana: Ja!
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Está listas?
Banshee can’t help but laugh.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, I tink Bex might bae more excited fer Sorsh’s fight than Sorsh is…
Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha bae true, Bex?
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Ya’ll are gettin’ the chance to kick the head off o’ a bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else and only gives a fuck about herself despite bein’ married to one o’ the sweetest chicks on the planet! O’ course I’m excited to see it happen, lass!
Psycho nods slowly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha’s nay whot bae ‘appenin’ at th’ last maetin’ baetwain us, now, is it, Crystal?
She shakes her head angrily.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Nay, we bae maetin’ fer me hardcore championship an’ ye bae laevin’ wit it after a feckin’ mockery o’ a match! Ye then turned around an’ lost it without much o’ a fight an’ I ne’er did get me chance tae take it back from ye! Ye took tha championship tha people like me an’ Juliet Black had worked s’feckin’ hard tae make maen sumtin’ an’ ye pissed all over it like it was jess yer latest accessory fer sum gobshite Hollywood project tha wasnay cared about by ennyone but ye!
Bruiser nods in agreement.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye. See that’s ya biggest problem, lass. All ya seem to care about is bein’ a champion and bein’ the best, and ya even go as far as doin’ shite like screwin’ over ya own wife and family members to get there! It’s fuckin’ pathetic! Ya’ll are makin’ a mockery o’ this fine sport and it’s about fuckin’ time ya get ya head outta ya arse and realised that there’s more to life than material fuckin’ thin’s!
Psycho grins playfully.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Hang on, are we allowed tae mention tha?
Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Why not? It happened, didn’t?
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, it did, an’ we got tae bae there tae see her make an arse o’ herself in th’ process! It bae feckin’ glorious, it was!
She pauses and looks back to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We were there when ye showed ye true colours, Lass! When ye let yer sister stab yer own family in th’ back! Tha cunt bae stabbin’ yer wife, yer sister-in-law an’ seven yer own daughter in th’ back fer th’ Pretty Committee an’ all ye could bae bothered tae do was run out at th’ end an’ beg us tae stop given’ her th’ baetin’ she richly earned! Tha showed us all we bae naedin’ tae know about ye!
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: We ourselves in the Shieldmaidens show more fuckin’ loyalty to family than ya’ll ever have done in ya entire fuckin’ life, lass! And the kicker? Most o’ us ain’t even blood related! Ya’ll are a fuckin’ disgrace! Not just the world o’ professional wrestlin’... but ya’ll are a fuckin’ disgrace to this planet! Ya’ll make me sick to my fuckin’ stomach! Hell, I’m so fuckin’ sick o’ ya that I’m even a little jealous that it’s me wife that gets to beat the ever lovin’ shite outta ya instead o’ me!
Psycho shrugs playfully.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye? Ye ne’er know, ye might jess get yer own chance one o’ thaese days, Bex!
She nods and then looks back to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But ye bae right, this bae me chance tae do this right an’ proper then! Tae pay ye back fer whot ye did tae me an’ tae pay ye back fer everything’ ye ever did tae ennyone! Ye constantly bae takin’ offense when people like Alicia Lukas or Eavan Maloney call ye on yer shite when th’ truth is, ye know they bae right an’ aether ye kinna bae admittin’ it tae yerself or ye truly dinna give a good goddamn about any o’ them includin’ th’ feckin’ children ye always claim tae bae tryin’ tae inspire wit yer ways! Yer ways bae a feckin’ blight on society an’ I kinna wait to kick them clean off yer feckin’ head!
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Only thin’ she’s inspirin’ is how to be the worst fuckin’ person on the planet! And I swear if I keep talkin’ about this snivellin’ little piece o’ shite, I’m gonna fuckin’ explode so I’ll say one last thin’, and it ain’t directed at Crystal…
Bruiser glares into the camera.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I’m directin’ this to Ursula Von Rossbach. See, Ursula and I, we have a huge match comin’ up in HYBRID, don’t we, lass? And the winner o’ that match gets the chance to be the final ever Honor Champion. So I just wanted to say… I hope ya’ll are ready for the biggest fight ‘ ya fuckin’ life, lass. Coz I’m bringin’ everythin’ I’ve got and then some on Saturday!
Seeing the look in her wife’s eyes, Psycho nods to the others.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, Bex, let’s bae takin’ a breath now…
As the two leave the room, Bullet and Bandit nod to each other.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So…
Banshee smirks.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye…
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Wildside and Faye and Summer…
Bandit and Banshee both nod again.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Tha bae quite the double trouble…
Bandit nods her agreement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: It’s like we walked into an episode of Vikings. Two big Swedes and a giant Dane with her little friend Summer.
Bullet can’t help but grin.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: It’s like your team with Sam in Mile High!
Bandit starts to retort and then thinks better of it, snapping her fingers.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Fuck, you got me on that one. It kind of is. Giant fucking power women, tiny little flyer with seemingly no fear, that was the combination that amde me and Sam damn near unbeatable in Mile High!
Banshee considers this information.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, an’ we know tha Summer can match ye, but can Faye match Sam?
Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Very few can match Sam. The Titaness was the big dog here until the day she took her leave. It’s going to take a lot for somebody to match that!
Bullet nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And then you ask, can they match us? We are two times Southern Cross Tag Team Champions. It took us a long time, longer than it should have to get there because of all of the political shuffling that happened with this company’s original incarnation but once all of that shuffling was terminated…
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: We showed the whole fucking world what we could do!
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And now we’re on our way to showing everyone again!
Banshee smirks.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye, hell bae empty…
Bullet/Bandit: And the Maidens are here!
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In the backstage area, the camera finds the members of Wildside, Seleana and Zenna Zdunich, sitting in a room with Seleana’s daughter-in-law, Haylie Jo “Halo” Annis, seemingly waiting for Seleana’s wife, Crystal Zdunich to enter.
Halo: Are y’all sure about this? I mean, I’m fightin’ a chick tonight I basically ain’t know shit about. Last thing I wanna be doin’ is worryin’ ‘bout Mama Chrys hangin’ with them PC bitches because her fuckin’ sister is their manager in another company!
Seleana nods slowly.
Seleana: As long as Mariella is not here, we have nothing to worry about here. I’ve heard talk of forming a team with Maja.
Zenna: I’ll believe that when I see it happen for real.
Halo frowns.
Halo: So, we really sure about this? I ain’t wanna be out there with Kan Tai, see Bianca and Veronica show their faces and need to be worried that my own damn mother-in-law ain’t gonna be helpin’ on this one just because some sister I ain’t really never met is suddenly the most important thing in Mama Chrys’ life!
Zenna nods knowingly.
Zenna: Yeah, what was that shit? The fitta stabbed us and Brittany, her own daughter, in the back and at the end of the night, it’s “oh my sister!??!!” like it’s the only family she’s got? Like, seriously, what the fuck is that?
Seleana sighs sadly.
Seleana: Mariella has made poor choices and will reap the rewards of such choices. Christina is trying to stand by her the way we do with our own family. She is trying…
Zenna shakes her head.
Zenna: Typical American, take an idea you know nothing about and bastardize it for your own ends and then wonder why others say you’ve encountered difficulties!
Seleana: She is trying. Besides, you know Bianca and Veronica would not be keen to work with her. They would see her as beneath them because she can get them nothing. They have money, they have championships. What does she add to them?
Zenna shrugs.
Zenna: You don’t think they’d laugh their asses off if they could get her to fuck you over thus possibly sending your marriage straight to hell and destroying herself in the process before shoving her under the oncoming bus and laughing that she was too stupid to realize she’d never be able to sit with them?
Halo considers this.
Halo: They would but Mama Chrys would have to buy into the idea that they would play second fiddle to her long enough to do that and we all know they ain’t gonna play second fiddle to her. They barely play second fiddle to each other!
Seleana: I trust my wife. She is with us.
Zenna shrugs.
Zenna: So we can focus on our match tonight with Faye, Summer and Bullet and Bandit?
Halo smirks.
Halo: Them PC bitches definitely ain’t gonna want none of y’all’s match! Ain’t that mean there’d be seven out there that’d wanna beat their asses?
Seleana: Possibly more. I know we’d be keen, so would the Maidens.
Zenna: I saw Psycho brought her wife to the show too. There’d be spare hands all over. Bianca and Veronica would be outnumbered so badly, they would never make it out of the ringside area.
Halo smirks.
Halo: This is gonna be a damn good night then if that happens!
Zenna nods.
Zenna: Ja, it will.
Seleana smiles.
Seleana: Ja!
THREE WAY TAG CONTENDER'S MATCH
-SMC RIOT GROUP-VS-SUMMER/FAYE LANGE-VS-WILDSIDE-
The bell sounds and all three teams look around the ring at each other. Summer and Bandit run across the ring and hit dropkicks on Seleana and Zenna simultaneously. The Swedes fall back against the ropes and Faye runs over to hit a double clothesline that sends both sisters over the top rope to the floor. Faye steps out of the way and Bandit and Summer look to each other. They nod and then dash across the ring. Both rebound off the far ropes and come running abc across the ring to dive out onto Seleana and Zenna on the floor, Summer crashing into Seleana, Bandit into Zenna respectively. All four hit the barricade and land in a heap on the cold, hard concrete below. The crowd cheers wildly at the sight before starting to murmur at the sight before them. Faye nods and slowly turns to face the only other competitor left in the ring with her, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal. Faye walks out to the center of the ring and Bullet meets her there. Faye cracks Bullet in the mouth and then clotheslines the Colombian woman down. Faye hits a splash and holds for the cover.
Bullet kicks out.
Faye starts to mount Bullet only for Bandit to dive into the ring and dropkick Faye in the back. Bullet uses the opportunity to roll Faye into the inside cradle.
Faye kicks out.
As the Shieldmaidens look to pull the big Dane to her feet, Summer dives into the ring. She rushes over and hits a flying forearm smash on Bullet. Bandit runs after her and Summer backdrops Bandit over the top to the floor on the side of the ring opposite from where Wildside currently are. Faye and Bullet get to their feet and start to trade shots but Summer makes that exchange come to a swift halt with a kick to the back of Bullet’s neck. Faye drills Bullet with a forearm that puts the Colombian woman on her back. Summer jumps into her partner’s arms and Faye slams Summer onto Bullet. Summer rolls away and Faye drops a big leg for a cover.
Zenna dives in to break it up.
Summer gives Zenna a running senton and Faye shoves the red haired Swede over. Faye covers Zenna.
Zenna kicks out.
Summer goes to the near corner and climbs to the top. As she prepares to jump off, Seleana climbs up behind her and catches her for the Kattöga off the top. Seleana covers.
Faye breaks it up.
Faye drags Seleana up by her hair and runs her face first into Bullet to knock both women down. Zenna gets up and punches Faye in the mouth. Faye cracks Zenna back and the two start trading shots, Zenna, Faye, Zenna, Faye, Zenna, Faye, Zenna, Faye, Zenna, Faye, Zenna, Faye, Faye, Faye, Faye. Faye scoops Zenna up and hits the Maelstrom. Seleana gets up and attacks Faye before she can cover Zenna. Seleana runs to the ropes and Faye stands up to catch her with a nasty reverse knife-edge chop on the run. Seleana staggers back and Faye gives her another wicked chop. Seleana falls against the ropes and Faye clotheslines her over the top to the floor. As the big Dane stands there, Banshee tosses her a chair. Faye catches it and turns so that the chair is in by the side of her face as she yells at the Shieldmaiden manager. Bandit leaps across the ring, going coast to coast and connecting with a Van Terminator. The chair smashes into Faye’s head and sends the big woman tumbling through the ropes to the floor where she lands in a daze.
“HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!HOLY SHIT!!”
As the crowd explodes at the sight of the big woman going down from such a blow, Summer crawls over and throws an arm over Zenna.
Bullet breaks up the pin.
Bullet drags Summer up and snaps off Dios Es Una Bala. Summer goes down and rolls to the floor. Bullet pulls up Zenna and nods to bandit. Bandit runs across the ring as Bullet hits a short arm elbow strike. Zenna falls against the ropes and Bandit catches her for the Riotstarter. Bullet covers Zenna. 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: SMC RIOT GROUP!!!
Koss: The Riot Group is back in the driver's seat and headed for gold!
Spazz: The House of Dix has been a motherfuckin' house on FIRE though! There's nobody out there that's been able to stop 'em! Bitches be killing it in the tag division!
Koss: Indeed! The ring has been cleared of bodies and-
SEGMENT
HEAR ME NNNNOOOOWWWW!!!
Sevendust's "Unforgiven" plays over power driven speakers that nearly drowned out the cheering crowd as the Queen of the South, Ursula Von Rossbach, steps out onto the stage. Dressed in her custom tailored black leather gear, she carries herself on the stride of long legs to the wrestling ring. Along the way she waves her hand to the ring attendant at the timekeeper's table and he tosses a microphone to her waiting hand, the instrument caught effortlessly. She then ascends the ring steps and enters the ring over pushed down ropes as per her usual custom. With a cutthroat motion of her thumb, the music silences. She brings her microphone up to her lips and wastes no further time.
UVR: If I may have but a moment of your time. At the previous Savage Thursday event, I delivered a message to Samantha Tolson with the assistance of a rather potent Forge Mitchell. She does not matter anymore. There is no truth greater or more evident. This championship is back in the hands of it's rightful holder and I am back where I belong, at the top of the mountain that I helped create.
Ursula paces the ring in a slow, steady circle as she continues to speak to the crowd.
UVR: She sits at home right now, watching rather than participating and with good reason. I could tell her to stay at home and mind herself. It would be oh so easy to brand her as others have in the face of defeat time and again, calling her a prideful, egotistical coward who took her ball and went home, but that is not how I operate.
Stopping, the Lady Terminator finds the nearest camera with her eyes, her head inclining towards it with a rather sinister smirk.
UVR: No. Samantha, I want you to rest and freshen up so that you may sit idly by while I crush my destined challenger for this championship, Christopher Styles. Make no mistake that my loss to him was calculated and prepared for in advance, for I wanted to know his capabilities as a competitor. I tested him at every turn, learning his tactics as he unleashed nearly his entire arsenal upon me. Unlike you, he is an impressive specimen and very much capable of not only carrying himself as a proper competitor, but demonstrating a capacity that few have when I have tested them outright.
She leans over the ropes for a better, more direct gaze into the camera.
UVR: It actually pains me that you are not here to witness this historic moment against a worthy and respected veteran, Luther Thunder, one who I feel has been unfairly denied screen time he is far more deserving of than you are. I would have loved to see you waste more of Mrs. Rhodes money with your extravagant appearance fees just to hurl these "bullets" you keep saying you have for me. I want you to rip me apart with your words while I excel in this ring as I always have and shall continue to do long after you inevitably leave in frustration while cursing this company and it's management for your own inadequacies.
The mocking smirk of contempt adds a little salt to her words.
UVR: You can say anything, Samantha, anything at all. It will not matter for I have been verbally torn asunder with insults and slander by far greater than you and look at where I am now?
She hoists the championship belt on her shoulder up in the air for emphasis, parading it around for a moment before depositing it back upon her shoulder.
UVR: I AM 'THE' CHAMPION OF THE HOUSE I BUILT! Brick by brick, from Galactic to Southern Rebellion Wrestling, everything that is this company, I had a hand in making. You can claim every belt in the world, but this place? It is mine, forever and you are an interloper.... a usurper. Every enemy who has come before and since your glorious return to my domain has been left defeated and broken. You were given my opportunity without so much as a fight against me and you expect me to treat you with dignity and respect? YOU EXPECT ME TO REGARD YOU AS AN EQUAL?!
When her head lifts, there is a hint of emotion, a long held pain on her face that she had a very difficult time holding at bay. She looks over her shoulder towards the camera, scorn and fury in her eyes.
UVR: No. That shall never happen, Samantha. You will be another name on my Resume of Destruction.
She slowly turns around to fully face the camera once more.
UVR: Just as Luther Thunder shall be added this very night, but unlike the inevitable addition of your name, his shall be added with reverence and respect befitting a competitor of his caliber and talent. I consider this match tonight against him to be an absolute honor.
The Lady Terminator inclines her head forward.
UVR: He has earned his place.
A surprisingly smug little smirk appears on her face.
UVR: Just as Christopher Styles has. I recommend that you watch this match, Mr. Styles. If you think you know me based upon our last encounter, you shall find yourself woefully unprepared. Bare witness to absolute power.
Ursula shoves off of the ropes.
UVR: Nothing personal, Luther Thunder, prepare yourself. Your destruction is at hand.
She then tosses the microphone over the ropes to the ring attendant who neatly catches it and places it back into the box.
Koss: Ursula seems supremely confident going into her match against fellow champion, Luther Thunder.
Spazz: There's only been three people in the history of this promotion that had even a hope in hell of stopping her; That's Zoey Star, Sam Hamilton, and recently, Chris Styles. Two outta' three ain't in the building no more!
Koss: We'll be hearing more from her opponent later tonight. For now, we have Psycho Maguire vs Crystal Z!
Spazz: She said last show she was Crystal "Fucking" Hilton, dawg.
Koss: When you have a ton of names, sometimes you rotate them out to freshen up.
-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-VS-CRYSTAL ZDUNICH-
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire smiles with vicious intent at what she felt would be her latest victim, Crystal Zdunich. The seasoned veteran stares back with a mixture of determination and uncertainty as hammer collides with bell to deliver a loud clang and signify the beginning of the battle. It begins with a feint attack, Crystal faking Psycho out to lock her into an arm trap and takedown combination. She wrenches the arm with all her might, the Psycho's lack of technical finesse revealed early. There is a struggle as she squirms upon the canvas, trying to find purchase for leverage. It would be a flip of her hips that deliver a knee to Crystal's temple, shattering her hold and wherewithal simultaneously!
Psycho flips to her feet and delivers another knee to her rising foe's midsection, opening her up to an onslaught of strikes that drive Crystal into the nearest corner. An counter elbow would drive Psycho back, allowing for Crystal to then bowl her over with a springboard lariat! She attempts a pinfall but it is easily broken. Both are on their feet and an equal exchange of strikes are delivered back and forth between both women until the Gealtchta and Flashing lights kicks are delivered simultaneously. Both women drop to the canvas. The seconds tick by as the referee counts them down, but very slowly does Psycho stir first. She drags herself over the shallow breathing form of Crystal and drapes her arm over her chest. On a count of three, the victory is decided in Psycho's favor. Psycho Maguire is triumphant.
WINNER BY PINFALL: PSYCHO MAGUIRE!!!
Psycho flips to her feet and delivers another knee to her rising foe's midsection, opening her up to an onslaught of strikes that drive Crystal into the nearest corner. An counter elbow would drive Psycho back, allowing for Crystal to then bowl her over with a springboard lariat! She attempts a pinfall but it is easily broken. Both are on their feet and an equal exchange of strikes are delivered back and forth between both women until the Gealtchta and Flashing lights kicks are delivered simultaneously. Both women drop to the canvas. The seconds tick by as the referee counts them down, but very slowly does Psycho stir first. She drags herself over the shallow breathing form of Crystal and drapes her arm over her chest. On a count of three, the victory is decided in Psycho's favor. Psycho Maguire is triumphant.
WINNER BY PINFALL: PSYCHO MAGUIRE!!!
Koss: That could've been a double knock out!
Spazz: But Psycho showed us that her skull's just a lil' thicker than Crysty!
Koss: Or that Crystal wasn't able to get the full force of her kick delivered-
Spazz: -Yeah, 'cause thick skull yo!
Spazz: But Psycho showed us that her skull's just a lil' thicker than Crysty!
Koss: Or that Crystal wasn't able to get the full force of her kick delivered-
Spazz: -Yeah, 'cause thick skull yo!
SEGMENT
**FILMED EARLIER TODAY**
We are backstage at the world renown Rebel Star Arena in Rome, Georgia. The white painted brick walls give a nice contrast to the impressive 6’6 frame of a man who sits there. Alone, on a simple steel chair. With a championship on his shoulder. It’s so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop if that were to happen. The lone man leans back. There is something calm, cool and calculated about how the black tailored suit, the fancy and rather expensive looking shirt and tie fit together with the creased slacks and the championship seems to shine equally with the championship.
Finally he speaks up.
Luther Thunder: “Tonight is the night. When I can finally go face to face with a legend, a champion, a phenom within not just in this company but many others. Tonight the three simple letters the name behind the person becomes real.”
He takes a moment pacing those three letters dropping them one by one.
Luther Thunder: “U. V. R. Sounds like a sports utility vehicle. No, like a damn tank, a weapon of mass destruction. Maybe a hint of a military or government secret project, some of the stuff you could read from Tom Clancy’s books..right? Yet the truth is what I am facing is not a work of fiction, not a character or creation from someone’s warped out or pumped up imagination. What I am facing tonight is very real. “
He smiles surprisingly warmly.
Luther Thunder: “Ursula Von Rossbach, the Lady Terminator, the Queen Of The South Champion. Queen Ursula I, the list could go on and on. I’m sure you have names that won’t be repeated to your face too. Names that are only uttered from a safe distance, whispered hoping your ears won’t perk up to such. I don’t claim to know you Ursula. But I do know OF you. Since I signed up to Southern Rebellion Wrestling as it’s first male wrestler..people have not been able to shut up about you. There is just something about your name that they can’t resist. If it isn’t about what you are doing, where you are heading then it’s something about things you did years ago. So I apologize in advance if any of my assumptions about you going into this match are false. I am sure you will happily oblige in correcting any and all of my mistakes no later than right after the match tonight.However I am also apologizing for the fact that going into this match. I can not look at you, hear from you or think of you without a preconceived thought. In truth you get a chance to make a first impression on me tonight just like everyone else I have faced for the first time, but sadly you will either enforce or debunk the thoughts and assumptions I have in my head about you.”
The big man rubs his palms together, his fingers cracking just slightly as takes a slow breath through his nostrils.
Luther Thunder: “This match between us UVR, it could have been promoted as a true kaiju battle. Godzilla vs Mothra or some such. Two beasts out of this world who would leave everything around in them in ruins when they are done..I could have seen that being a thing maybe even worthy of a summer blockbuster movie idea, who knows. It could have been promoted as a meeting between two champions who have this undying urge to prove just what championship is superior, battle of the sexes..the list goes on and on. Rebel Rhodes had a license to print money with this one and General Manager Brad Jackson had the wisdom to finally bring us together. However that is not the case is it? No. Let me tell you how I feel about this match of ours, indulge me that much Ursula.”
He smiled, like a person who believes they know something others don’t.
Luther Thunder: “This match of ours tonight. It could be so much and depending on who you ask it can be just as many things as there are responses. Let me tell you what I think this is notthough. This is not a battle of the sexes. Gender has nothing to do with this match. Let’s make that clear right now..This is not a battle for title supremacy because the titles are not on the line..”
He picks up his Conquest Championship and gently places it on the floor next to his chair, folded with the title plate up before going on.
Luther Thunder: “Since I debuted here, the first thing I remember the announcers behind their desk saying was something along the lines of wow this guy is just like UVR if she was a dude that is a thing this match of ours is not either by the way. I would never want to be the male UVR just like you wouldn't want to be a female Luther Thunder. Who in their right mind would be the “next so and so” when we are all in this business to be the best that we can be as ourselves. I don’t know if the collective geniuses who call these matches want to be seen as SRW’s response to some other commentary team, but if they do..it’s 2020 and I think we should not judge them for such dreams. Me? I am confident that you and I are not aiming to be the next this or that if someone else already did it. I am also confident that you have heard enough insults and insinuations of how you look and act so I won’t bother trying to throw jokes and insults your way. You hear enough jokes about “are you even a woman” or “how much steroids are you on” and other such nonsense as is..we are above that aren’t we? Just like we are above the social media floods. You don’t have to post multiple bikini shots every week just to get the approval and reaction you seek from people. You don’t post gym-photos to prove to people that you actually work out..anyone who doubts it is welcome to step into the ring and see just how tough you truly are, at their own risk of course..I’ve been there, I know how people are just how much easier it is to throw out the insults and make excuses instead of just letting your actions speak louder than 140 characters repeated at nauseum.”
He puts his palms down on his thighs seeming calm and relaxed.
We are backstage at the world renown Rebel Star Arena in Rome, Georgia. The white painted brick walls give a nice contrast to the impressive 6’6 frame of a man who sits there. Alone, on a simple steel chair. With a championship on his shoulder. It’s so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop if that were to happen. The lone man leans back. There is something calm, cool and calculated about how the black tailored suit, the fancy and rather expensive looking shirt and tie fit together with the creased slacks and the championship seems to shine equally with the championship.
Finally he speaks up.
Luther Thunder: “Tonight is the night. When I can finally go face to face with a legend, a champion, a phenom within not just in this company but many others. Tonight the three simple letters the name behind the person becomes real.”
He takes a moment pacing those three letters dropping them one by one.
Luther Thunder: “U. V. R. Sounds like a sports utility vehicle. No, like a damn tank, a weapon of mass destruction. Maybe a hint of a military or government secret project, some of the stuff you could read from Tom Clancy’s books..right? Yet the truth is what I am facing is not a work of fiction, not a character or creation from someone’s warped out or pumped up imagination. What I am facing tonight is very real. “
He smiles surprisingly warmly.
Luther Thunder: “Ursula Von Rossbach, the Lady Terminator, the Queen Of The South Champion. Queen Ursula I, the list could go on and on. I’m sure you have names that won’t be repeated to your face too. Names that are only uttered from a safe distance, whispered hoping your ears won’t perk up to such. I don’t claim to know you Ursula. But I do know OF you. Since I signed up to Southern Rebellion Wrestling as it’s first male wrestler..people have not been able to shut up about you. There is just something about your name that they can’t resist. If it isn’t about what you are doing, where you are heading then it’s something about things you did years ago. So I apologize in advance if any of my assumptions about you going into this match are false. I am sure you will happily oblige in correcting any and all of my mistakes no later than right after the match tonight.However I am also apologizing for the fact that going into this match. I can not look at you, hear from you or think of you without a preconceived thought. In truth you get a chance to make a first impression on me tonight just like everyone else I have faced for the first time, but sadly you will either enforce or debunk the thoughts and assumptions I have in my head about you.”
The big man rubs his palms together, his fingers cracking just slightly as takes a slow breath through his nostrils.
Luther Thunder: “This match between us UVR, it could have been promoted as a true kaiju battle. Godzilla vs Mothra or some such. Two beasts out of this world who would leave everything around in them in ruins when they are done..I could have seen that being a thing maybe even worthy of a summer blockbuster movie idea, who knows. It could have been promoted as a meeting between two champions who have this undying urge to prove just what championship is superior, battle of the sexes..the list goes on and on. Rebel Rhodes had a license to print money with this one and General Manager Brad Jackson had the wisdom to finally bring us together. However that is not the case is it? No. Let me tell you how I feel about this match of ours, indulge me that much Ursula.”
He smiled, like a person who believes they know something others don’t.
Luther Thunder: “This match of ours tonight. It could be so much and depending on who you ask it can be just as many things as there are responses. Let me tell you what I think this is notthough. This is not a battle of the sexes. Gender has nothing to do with this match. Let’s make that clear right now..This is not a battle for title supremacy because the titles are not on the line..”
He picks up his Conquest Championship and gently places it on the floor next to his chair, folded with the title plate up before going on.
Luther Thunder: “Since I debuted here, the first thing I remember the announcers behind their desk saying was something along the lines of wow this guy is just like UVR if she was a dude that is a thing this match of ours is not either by the way. I would never want to be the male UVR just like you wouldn't want to be a female Luther Thunder. Who in their right mind would be the “next so and so” when we are all in this business to be the best that we can be as ourselves. I don’t know if the collective geniuses who call these matches want to be seen as SRW’s response to some other commentary team, but if they do..it’s 2020 and I think we should not judge them for such dreams. Me? I am confident that you and I are not aiming to be the next this or that if someone else already did it. I am also confident that you have heard enough insults and insinuations of how you look and act so I won’t bother trying to throw jokes and insults your way. You hear enough jokes about “are you even a woman” or “how much steroids are you on” and other such nonsense as is..we are above that aren’t we? Just like we are above the social media floods. You don’t have to post multiple bikini shots every week just to get the approval and reaction you seek from people. You don’t post gym-photos to prove to people that you actually work out..anyone who doubts it is welcome to step into the ring and see just how tough you truly are, at their own risk of course..I’ve been there, I know how people are just how much easier it is to throw out the insults and make excuses instead of just letting your actions speak louder than 140 characters repeated at nauseum.”
He puts his palms down on his thighs seeming calm and relaxed.
Luther Thunder: “Now of course all that I have stated before is just my assumptions, my idea of who I am facing as I said earlier if I am wrong with any of these assumptions I most humbly apologize. Going into our match tonight. All these things won’t really matter. I don’t have to sit here and try to intimidate you and threaten you to prove what I am capable of. I don’t need lawyers trained beasts or weapons to back up what I am. You are smart UVR, you know all this already. You don’t know me but you know who I am and what I am capable of. Which makes this match between us such a refreshing change. My previous match against Psycho McGuire was of similar sort and to think that I have another match even closer to this so soon seems baffling at the very least. Because I am assuming that just like you. More often than not you have to try to sift through a barrage of insults just to figure out what in the world your opponent wants to tell you and even then what’s left is grr I’m gonna kill ya or something of equal mental chess moves. So I am here today to tell you that our match will be different from that and I will guarantee that both of us will enjoy it thoroughly just because of that.”
He smiles wider.
Luther Thunder: “Truth being told all that grandstanding, huffing and puffing would do neither of us any favours because at the end of the day. Anyone can be beat at any given night by anyone. We don’t know who is winning tonight but I know I can beat you, just as well as you know you can beat me. See what I mean? You told me earlier on social media that facing me is a privilege that my body of work speaks of me and that you are looking forward to this match. Well then, lets trash the assumptions, expectations and the big PR spiels of what this match could stand for and go out there and do what we do best. Have not just a match, not just a good match but let’s have the best damn match on the card and show not just to Southern Rebellion Wrestling and it’s fans but the whole world why you and me are so alike. Why we are compared to each other so much and..”
He stands up, straightens his slacks. Folding the steel chair neatly against the wall before bending to pick up the Conquest Championship, dusts it off and puts it back over his shoulder.
Luther Thunder: “..why we are the damn champions around here. See you out there.”
We fade to black as he walks off the camera’s view
Koss: Indeed!
Spazz: It's gonna' be like watchin' two German Panzer tanks just fuck each other up!
Koss: It'll be a collision, that's for sure!
Koss: Indeed!
Spazz: It's gonna' be like watchin' two German Panzer tanks just fuck each other up!
Koss: It'll be a collision, that's for sure!
CHAMPION VERSUS CHAMPION (NON TITLE)
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-
In the opening moments, the two champions stare each other down and then as though mutually agreed upon beforehand, collide with a collar-and-elbow tie up that goes on for several minutes before UVR manages to get Thunder into a headlock. He shoves her off at the ropes, looking for an Irish whip but Ursula counters, and sends Thunder off instead. He comes back looking for a lariat but she sidesteps and catches Luther, dropping him over her knees with a pendulum backbreaker. UVR grabs the back of Luther’s head and yanks him to his feet; she boots him in the midsection and then steps to the side, grabbing him a full nelson and looking for a slam – REVERSAL INTO A JUDO TOSS! The sheer power between the two is on full display as Luther drops a knee to the back of UVR before locking her into a pump handle as he lifts her up, looking for a slam but she slips out the back door and nails him with a sambo side kick! Luther staggers back and UVR takes him off his feet with a hard spear. Thunder rolls away and UVR drops a knee into the small of the back, slaps on an inverted facelock, and delivers an inverted DDT. She immediately looks to catch him for The Great Lock but Luther catches the rope and forces the break, only to immediately catch her with a quick rollup, with his feet on the ropes for leverage but he still only gets a 2.5 before she kicks out with authority!
At ringside, Esme shouts at the referee, trying to accuse him of a fast count. Thunder gets up and stomps on UVR's shoulder before grabbing her by the head and pulling her upright. He lifts her up into a shoulder mount but loses his grip and UVR slips behind him, locks in a full nelson, lifts him off his feet and slams him almost through the mat with a full nelson pancake slam! UVR takes a moment to get up, as if the move cost her a bit of that legendary stamina and it’s time enough for Thunder to get up as well. He springs off the ropes for a short-armed clothesline that UVR manages to dodge and she catches his arm and drops back with a crucifix hold, pummeling Thunder with elbow strikes. The Conquest Champion’s roaring in pain, trying to break free from UVR's clutches but she’s got it in too deep and then she’s almost ripping his arm off as she transitions into a Fujiwara armbar. After a bit more punishment, she relinquishes the hold and rolls backward onto her feet, only to have Thunder reach out and grab her ankle. Thunder pulls UVR back down and goes for an anklelock. UVR strains for the ropes, but she's too far away to reach so he grabs the back of Thunder's head and turns the lock into a kneebar!
Thunder rolls over, reversing the pressure on the kneebar, forcing UVR to break the hold before it does damage to his own legs. Both champions roll to their feet, sporting identical looks of determination as the sweat pours off them both. Thunder goes back to the well for another standing lariat but UVR sees it coming and she ducks and immediately catches him for armbar takedown before moving into a cross armbar. UVR cinches the hold in expertly, using her sheer mass to try and crush Thunder's bones into submission. Screaming in agony, Thunder manages to power up to his knees, and then his feet, grabbing UVR around the waist with his other arm. Desperately, Thunder rocks back, dropping UVR with a powerbomb, but the armbar is still locked on. Thunder drags himself up again, teeth bared in pain as he tries again, rocking UVR with a side suplex. The hold is broken, and Thunder rolls away, cradling his arm to his chest as he leans on the ropes. UVR charges in and locks her arms around Luther before he can shake off the pain, catching him with the Von Terminator! Luther kicks out but it’s a split second too late and Ursula gets the 1-2-3 and a thunderous ovation from the crowd for the hard-fought match!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: URSULA VON ROSSBACH!!!
Post Match the two are on their feet, looking eye to eye. Luther puts his hand out to Ursula in a show of good sportsmanship. Wiping a bit of sweat from her brow, she takes his hand and the two have a firm shake. They are then presented their titles, which they then hold up in the air and clink together as if saluting with drinks in a bar.
Spazz: WHAT'D I FUCKIN' TELL YOU!!!
Koss: That match was too close to call and look at the display of sportsmanship by both competitors! No hard feelings here!
Spazz: Just hard bodies! Did you hear then they hit each other? It was like rubberized rocks smacking the fuck outta' each other!
Koss: When two behemoths collide, there's going to be a TON of noise!
At ringside, Esme shouts at the referee, trying to accuse him of a fast count. Thunder gets up and stomps on UVR's shoulder before grabbing her by the head and pulling her upright. He lifts her up into a shoulder mount but loses his grip and UVR slips behind him, locks in a full nelson, lifts him off his feet and slams him almost through the mat with a full nelson pancake slam! UVR takes a moment to get up, as if the move cost her a bit of that legendary stamina and it’s time enough for Thunder to get up as well. He springs off the ropes for a short-armed clothesline that UVR manages to dodge and she catches his arm and drops back with a crucifix hold, pummeling Thunder with elbow strikes. The Conquest Champion’s roaring in pain, trying to break free from UVR's clutches but she’s got it in too deep and then she’s almost ripping his arm off as she transitions into a Fujiwara armbar. After a bit more punishment, she relinquishes the hold and rolls backward onto her feet, only to have Thunder reach out and grab her ankle. Thunder pulls UVR back down and goes for an anklelock. UVR strains for the ropes, but she's too far away to reach so he grabs the back of Thunder's head and turns the lock into a kneebar!
Thunder rolls over, reversing the pressure on the kneebar, forcing UVR to break the hold before it does damage to his own legs. Both champions roll to their feet, sporting identical looks of determination as the sweat pours off them both. Thunder goes back to the well for another standing lariat but UVR sees it coming and she ducks and immediately catches him for armbar takedown before moving into a cross armbar. UVR cinches the hold in expertly, using her sheer mass to try and crush Thunder's bones into submission. Screaming in agony, Thunder manages to power up to his knees, and then his feet, grabbing UVR around the waist with his other arm. Desperately, Thunder rocks back, dropping UVR with a powerbomb, but the armbar is still locked on. Thunder drags himself up again, teeth bared in pain as he tries again, rocking UVR with a side suplex. The hold is broken, and Thunder rolls away, cradling his arm to his chest as he leans on the ropes. UVR charges in and locks her arms around Luther before he can shake off the pain, catching him with the Von Terminator! Luther kicks out but it’s a split second too late and Ursula gets the 1-2-3 and a thunderous ovation from the crowd for the hard-fought match!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: URSULA VON ROSSBACH!!!
Post Match the two are on their feet, looking eye to eye. Luther puts his hand out to Ursula in a show of good sportsmanship. Wiping a bit of sweat from her brow, she takes his hand and the two have a firm shake. They are then presented their titles, which they then hold up in the air and clink together as if saluting with drinks in a bar.
Spazz: WHAT'D I FUCKIN' TELL YOU!!!
Koss: That match was too close to call and look at the display of sportsmanship by both competitors! No hard feelings here!
Spazz: Just hard bodies! Did you hear then they hit each other? It was like rubberized rocks smacking the fuck outta' each other!
Koss: When two behemoths collide, there's going to be a TON of noise!
SEGMENT
-The night was finally here for the fans of Southern Rebellion Wrestling to enjoy another Fury Road event. The cameras soon get a view of the backstage area, Jerry Watts a hopeful contender for the Ascendant Champion Bianca Davis could be seen in sight. That night being dressed in his normal ring attire, a Watts snapback resting on his bald head. He walks down the hallway with a grin on his face, a sense of pride showing on his face. He stops in his footsteps when he reaches a doorway that reads the name of his opponent. His right hand reaches up to knock on the door, waiting for Bianca Davis to answer it. His eyes glancing left and right towards those who had walked past him that moment.-
Bianca Davis, wearing her ring attire with a Pretty Committee-t-shirt, a silver tiara, and her Ascendant title on her shoulder rolled her eyes as she saw her opponent. Next to her is her manservant Simon, and her best friend Veronica Taylor who had a neck brace from Fury Road.
Veronica Taylor: Can we help you this isn't the nursing home that's down the street. And as you can say the locker room belongs to the current Ascendant Champion, and myself.
Veronica points to Bianca, who has a huge smirk on her face, as the statuesque blonde looks at Simon before saying.
Bianca Davis: Simon be a doll and help this man find his way back will you? He's clearly lost.
-Hearing these words come from Veronica Taylors mouth, he couldn't help but to laugh for a moment. He knew very well who the room had belonged to. He notices the neck brace wrapped firmly around Veronica's neck. -
Jerry Watts: Ah, well by the looks of it you might know the way. It seems by the looks of it that you may have, spent a night or two at the nursing home recently. I believe this locker room belongs only to Bianca Davis. As you're here merely for a good laugh, plus eye candy when fans get bored of seeing Bianca.
-He had to repay Veronica back for that sly comment about the nursing home. Though, Watts may have been an aging veteran he didn't reside in a nursing home. He laughs a bit more before his attention turns to Bianca Davis. The current Ascendant champion standing there proudly with her belt resting on her shoulder. A smirk on her face as the two lock eyes with one another. That was until he heard Davis talking to her manservant. Jerry lifts an eyebrow as he glances towards the man standing next to her. -
Jerry Watts: You might not want him to leave your sight. He might come back no longer tranced off your false hope. You wouldn't want that to happen now would you? After all, your going soon to be former Ascendant Champion. Only thing bringing you joy tonight is your man bitch Simon and Veronica Taylor.
-Jerry soon laughs knowing the fans would be chanting for them both. His eyes glancing towards Bianca, watching from a distance to see what her reaction might be. -
Veronica Taylor: Ugh how dare you! Honey, tis is my best friend she has done more to elevate this company and has never gotten the proper thanks for it. Also bored? Who gets bored of the Pretty Committee? No one.
Veronica is agitated, however, Bianca soon holds up her hand. As the Queen B. as she eyes, Simon who was ready to help and motions for him not to.
Bianca Davis: Oh, I know who you are your that old-time in a long line of them who keep trying to come in here and take my spot right? I got news for you it won't happen this title is staying with me. The idiots in this arena might think you will beat me but they are mistaken as they always are really. So question why are you here? After all my time is valuable.
-He looks over at Veronica Taylor, who had caught his attention with her words. He listens to her carefully, his eyes noticing Simon aching to attack him on notice. He shakes his head towards the man, in a sense wishing he would. He nods his head to show he was still listening to Veronica. Just for a moment showing her a bit of respect. -
Jerry Watts: I'm aware of her being your best friend. Yet something tells me you latch onto her talent she seems to slightly possess. Though, you have a point you both might be beautiful.
-He smirks towards their direction, his hand reaching up to brush against his shaven chin. His head lowers for a bit thinking about what Veronica had been saying. At that moment his eyes glance towards the title belt she was holding. They lift up towards the middle plate of the belt which shined like a sun rising morning. He nods his head understanding what this moment meant to the both of them. He soon glances into the eyes of Veronica, then towards simon before shifting them towards Bianca. That smirk still presenting itself along her lips, he knew she was proud of her accomplishments. -
Jerry Watts: You want a thank you? Well, champ thank you for helping to put this federation on the map. Yet something tells me you didn't do it single handedly. There were other talented wrestlers like yourself going that extra mile.
-He didn't like the fact Veronica tried to give Bianca all the credit for elevating the federation. It was like the rest of the wrestlers in the back had no part in it as well. He shakes his head understanding the confidence that Veronica had for Bianca. A woman who would be defeated by his hands that very night. Yet for a second he stands back just trying to admire her carrying the belt. At that moment he sees her begin to speak. He crosses his arms in reaction to what he had heard so far.-
Jerry Watts: Its just a shame that I have to remind you of that fact. You see I don't take pride in messing up a pretty face just to prove a point. While, I may not be trying to take your spot because I see myself in a higher bracket. I have to give these fans a reason to continue paying attention to this federation. You see this title you cherish so much it is just a reminder to the rest of us. A reminder that we must defeat you to prove we also had a helping hand in elevating things. I'm here to see if you're ready for tonight's match. I would hate to mess up that mascara so soon.
Veronica and Bianca begin speaking with each other as they then roll their eyes at Jerry Watts. As, The Queen B soon let s out a catty giggle with her best friend.
Veronica Taylor: Um first of all they were there just to make Bianca look better than she already did. They can be talented but the face of this company has to be pretty duh. And that title is remind of Bianca's naturally superiority over the rest of you.
Bianca smirks, as she soon spoke herself.
Bianca Davis: See old man my girl here is correct, and you think you will take this from me? You do know what happened to the last uggo who thought the same thing right? I beat her twice. See I always get my way no matter what in the end. The only thing that's gonna be messed up is your heart after I retain this title.
-He stands back a bit watching Veronica and Bianca talking among themselves. Just for a moment wondering what they could be talking about. At that moment he notices them rolling their eyes at him, he shakes his head softly. Listening to the chatty giggle coming from Bianca. -
Jerry Watts: Oh is that right? Well tonight we both look equally better, yet only one of us can come up with the win. I do agree the face of the company has to be pretty. Its just a shame after tonight her face might not be as pretty. Her natural superiority will be tested beyond its limits.
-He grins a bit as he glanced from Veronica back to Bianca. His eyes noticing the confident look expressed on her face at that moment. He smirks back towards her direction before, listening to what she might have to say.-
Jerry Watts: I don't just think I will be able to, I'm actually convinced I have what it takes. While, your past opponents may have been uggos or freaks as you kindly mention. I for one am in a different class than your previous opponents. The longevity of my career should prove I'm a worthy opponent for your belt. You may be used to getting what you want in the end, yet something tells me tonight will be a different fairy tale ending. I look forward to facing such a confident champion as yourself tonight, only to prove you aren't the only one who helped bring recognition to this federation.
Bianca Davis: You know something, once again your trying to act like because you been in this business a long time means that your going to take this from me? But here's the newsflash this isn't ye olden times, this is my title and my show. Like everything associated with Bianca Davis becomes money.
Veronica claps for her friend smirking, enjoying it as Bianca returns the smirk to her. As Simon, just stands there watching the mean girls. As Bianca rubs her titles face plate.
Bianca Davis: My face is a money maker trust me if you try anything to harm it. SRW would suffer for it I assure you. But, what is gonna happen is that we are going to go out there and I will once again prove why I am the Queen B and retain my title against once again. Then me and Veronica will be out this dump of a city. You can hate me all you want just like everyone else, but this title isn't leaving me. Its mine, and its my crown jewel and none shall have it but me.
Jerry Watts: A match that shows one of us has what it takes to be the real Ascendant Champion. A moment in time that we show these fans who have come to the show tonight what we're made of. You can try to put me out to pasture but at the end I don't think you'll be able to finish the job.
-He grins back as he looked into Biancas eyes. Her eyes telling a story of a great champion, a feeling he had felt before in the past. As she begins to smirk he could tell she was ready for tonight. His eyes soon glance over towards Veronica, who had been clapping like a proud sidekick that she was. His attention shifting when Bianca had began to speak once more. Just for a moment hearing what she had to say. -
Jerry Watts: I don't hate you per say, I just hate what you have come to stand for. An ego so big you feel as though, you're the only rightful champion in this federation. Come tonight when we face off against eachother. I will take pride in proving this thought to be false. Be prepared to lose your title that you find joy in clinging onto. It just might be your last night holding it after all.
With that Bianca stares down Jerry Watts clearly a glare and a look on her face that says how dare you talk to me that way. As she stood there with a hand on her hip Jerry soon moves to go his separate way as Bianca seeing an opportunity her title and knocks him in the back of the head. As he falls to the floor Bianca and Veronica begin putting boots to him as they laugh loudly.
Bianca Davis: How does that feel? Think its cool to disrespect me, to disrespect the Pretty Committee!
Veronica chimes in a similar tone while stomping on him as Jerry tries to get to a base. However, is flattened as Veronica kicks him hard in the ribs.
Veronica Taylor: Exactly, your learning your place now boomer . And that is beneath the Pretty Committee sorry bout it!
However, before much more damage could be done security runs in and breaks up as Bianca shrieks loudly at them.
Bianca Davis: Don't touch us were done here anyway see you tonight Jerry. Sorry bout it!
Bianca and Veronica blow smug kisses as security keeps them separated as they laugh hysterically at their actions as they walkway with Simon.
Spazz: I hate that Boomer shit. Only Boomer's I know are fireworks, bitches!
Koss: Well Bianca Davis and Jerry Watts will be going head to head in our Main Event, coming up next!!!
Bianca Davis, wearing her ring attire with a Pretty Committee-t-shirt, a silver tiara, and her Ascendant title on her shoulder rolled her eyes as she saw her opponent. Next to her is her manservant Simon, and her best friend Veronica Taylor who had a neck brace from Fury Road.
Veronica Taylor: Can we help you this isn't the nursing home that's down the street. And as you can say the locker room belongs to the current Ascendant Champion, and myself.
Veronica points to Bianca, who has a huge smirk on her face, as the statuesque blonde looks at Simon before saying.
Bianca Davis: Simon be a doll and help this man find his way back will you? He's clearly lost.
-Hearing these words come from Veronica Taylors mouth, he couldn't help but to laugh for a moment. He knew very well who the room had belonged to. He notices the neck brace wrapped firmly around Veronica's neck. -
Jerry Watts: Ah, well by the looks of it you might know the way. It seems by the looks of it that you may have, spent a night or two at the nursing home recently. I believe this locker room belongs only to Bianca Davis. As you're here merely for a good laugh, plus eye candy when fans get bored of seeing Bianca.
-He had to repay Veronica back for that sly comment about the nursing home. Though, Watts may have been an aging veteran he didn't reside in a nursing home. He laughs a bit more before his attention turns to Bianca Davis. The current Ascendant champion standing there proudly with her belt resting on her shoulder. A smirk on her face as the two lock eyes with one another. That was until he heard Davis talking to her manservant. Jerry lifts an eyebrow as he glances towards the man standing next to her. -
Jerry Watts: You might not want him to leave your sight. He might come back no longer tranced off your false hope. You wouldn't want that to happen now would you? After all, your going soon to be former Ascendant Champion. Only thing bringing you joy tonight is your man bitch Simon and Veronica Taylor.
-Jerry soon laughs knowing the fans would be chanting for them both. His eyes glancing towards Bianca, watching from a distance to see what her reaction might be. -
Veronica Taylor: Ugh how dare you! Honey, tis is my best friend she has done more to elevate this company and has never gotten the proper thanks for it. Also bored? Who gets bored of the Pretty Committee? No one.
Veronica is agitated, however, Bianca soon holds up her hand. As the Queen B. as she eyes, Simon who was ready to help and motions for him not to.
Bianca Davis: Oh, I know who you are your that old-time in a long line of them who keep trying to come in here and take my spot right? I got news for you it won't happen this title is staying with me. The idiots in this arena might think you will beat me but they are mistaken as they always are really. So question why are you here? After all my time is valuable.
-He looks over at Veronica Taylor, who had caught his attention with her words. He listens to her carefully, his eyes noticing Simon aching to attack him on notice. He shakes his head towards the man, in a sense wishing he would. He nods his head to show he was still listening to Veronica. Just for a moment showing her a bit of respect. -
Jerry Watts: I'm aware of her being your best friend. Yet something tells me you latch onto her talent she seems to slightly possess. Though, you have a point you both might be beautiful.
-He smirks towards their direction, his hand reaching up to brush against his shaven chin. His head lowers for a bit thinking about what Veronica had been saying. At that moment his eyes glance towards the title belt she was holding. They lift up towards the middle plate of the belt which shined like a sun rising morning. He nods his head understanding what this moment meant to the both of them. He soon glances into the eyes of Veronica, then towards simon before shifting them towards Bianca. That smirk still presenting itself along her lips, he knew she was proud of her accomplishments. -
Jerry Watts: You want a thank you? Well, champ thank you for helping to put this federation on the map. Yet something tells me you didn't do it single handedly. There were other talented wrestlers like yourself going that extra mile.
-He didn't like the fact Veronica tried to give Bianca all the credit for elevating the federation. It was like the rest of the wrestlers in the back had no part in it as well. He shakes his head understanding the confidence that Veronica had for Bianca. A woman who would be defeated by his hands that very night. Yet for a second he stands back just trying to admire her carrying the belt. At that moment he sees her begin to speak. He crosses his arms in reaction to what he had heard so far.-
Jerry Watts: Its just a shame that I have to remind you of that fact. You see I don't take pride in messing up a pretty face just to prove a point. While, I may not be trying to take your spot because I see myself in a higher bracket. I have to give these fans a reason to continue paying attention to this federation. You see this title you cherish so much it is just a reminder to the rest of us. A reminder that we must defeat you to prove we also had a helping hand in elevating things. I'm here to see if you're ready for tonight's match. I would hate to mess up that mascara so soon.
Veronica and Bianca begin speaking with each other as they then roll their eyes at Jerry Watts. As, The Queen B soon let s out a catty giggle with her best friend.
Veronica Taylor: Um first of all they were there just to make Bianca look better than she already did. They can be talented but the face of this company has to be pretty duh. And that title is remind of Bianca's naturally superiority over the rest of you.
Bianca smirks, as she soon spoke herself.
Bianca Davis: See old man my girl here is correct, and you think you will take this from me? You do know what happened to the last uggo who thought the same thing right? I beat her twice. See I always get my way no matter what in the end. The only thing that's gonna be messed up is your heart after I retain this title.
-He stands back a bit watching Veronica and Bianca talking among themselves. Just for a moment wondering what they could be talking about. At that moment he notices them rolling their eyes at him, he shakes his head softly. Listening to the chatty giggle coming from Bianca. -
Jerry Watts: Oh is that right? Well tonight we both look equally better, yet only one of us can come up with the win. I do agree the face of the company has to be pretty. Its just a shame after tonight her face might not be as pretty. Her natural superiority will be tested beyond its limits.
-He grins a bit as he glanced from Veronica back to Bianca. His eyes noticing the confident look expressed on her face at that moment. He smirks back towards her direction before, listening to what she might have to say.-
Jerry Watts: I don't just think I will be able to, I'm actually convinced I have what it takes. While, your past opponents may have been uggos or freaks as you kindly mention. I for one am in a different class than your previous opponents. The longevity of my career should prove I'm a worthy opponent for your belt. You may be used to getting what you want in the end, yet something tells me tonight will be a different fairy tale ending. I look forward to facing such a confident champion as yourself tonight, only to prove you aren't the only one who helped bring recognition to this federation.
Bianca Davis: You know something, once again your trying to act like because you been in this business a long time means that your going to take this from me? But here's the newsflash this isn't ye olden times, this is my title and my show. Like everything associated with Bianca Davis becomes money.
Veronica claps for her friend smirking, enjoying it as Bianca returns the smirk to her. As Simon, just stands there watching the mean girls. As Bianca rubs her titles face plate.
Bianca Davis: My face is a money maker trust me if you try anything to harm it. SRW would suffer for it I assure you. But, what is gonna happen is that we are going to go out there and I will once again prove why I am the Queen B and retain my title against once again. Then me and Veronica will be out this dump of a city. You can hate me all you want just like everyone else, but this title isn't leaving me. Its mine, and its my crown jewel and none shall have it but me.
Jerry Watts: A match that shows one of us has what it takes to be the real Ascendant Champion. A moment in time that we show these fans who have come to the show tonight what we're made of. You can try to put me out to pasture but at the end I don't think you'll be able to finish the job.
-He grins back as he looked into Biancas eyes. Her eyes telling a story of a great champion, a feeling he had felt before in the past. As she begins to smirk he could tell she was ready for tonight. His eyes soon glance over towards Veronica, who had been clapping like a proud sidekick that she was. His attention shifting when Bianca had began to speak once more. Just for a moment hearing what she had to say. -
Jerry Watts: I don't hate you per say, I just hate what you have come to stand for. An ego so big you feel as though, you're the only rightful champion in this federation. Come tonight when we face off against eachother. I will take pride in proving this thought to be false. Be prepared to lose your title that you find joy in clinging onto. It just might be your last night holding it after all.
With that Bianca stares down Jerry Watts clearly a glare and a look on her face that says how dare you talk to me that way. As she stood there with a hand on her hip Jerry soon moves to go his separate way as Bianca seeing an opportunity her title and knocks him in the back of the head. As he falls to the floor Bianca and Veronica begin putting boots to him as they laugh loudly.
Bianca Davis: How does that feel? Think its cool to disrespect me, to disrespect the Pretty Committee!
Veronica chimes in a similar tone while stomping on him as Jerry tries to get to a base. However, is flattened as Veronica kicks him hard in the ribs.
Veronica Taylor: Exactly, your learning your place now boomer . And that is beneath the Pretty Committee sorry bout it!
However, before much more damage could be done security runs in and breaks up as Bianca shrieks loudly at them.
Bianca Davis: Don't touch us were done here anyway see you tonight Jerry. Sorry bout it!
Bianca and Veronica blow smug kisses as security keeps them separated as they laugh hysterically at their actions as they walkway with Simon.
Spazz: I hate that Boomer shit. Only Boomer's I know are fireworks, bitches!
Koss: Well Bianca Davis and Jerry Watts will be going head to head in our Main Event, coming up next!!!
MAIN EVENT
ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP
-BIANCA DAVIS(C)-VS-JERRY WATTS-
From the onset of the match, Veronica would be a nuisance outside of the ring, distracting the Ascendant Champion with a few barbs and insults from a spot on the apron. This would lead to an attempted roll up pin the moment Jerry turns his back on Bianca, but the big man effortlessly kicks out. Both on their feet and in a surprising move, Bianca charges at an oncoming human diesel, ducking and rolling under his outstretched arm. He turns right into a hard slap, followed by a vicious chop to the face and a dropkick to the knee that takes one leg out from under him. He drops and Bianca backs into the ropes, rushing at him with THE CORONATION-NO!!! JERRY CATCHES AND SLAMS HER TO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!! He hops to his feet with a roar as Bianca rolls out of the ring in absolute misery.
Jerry follows her out and immediately Veronica Taylor and Underling run interference, getting in his way. This allows Bianca to snake her way under the ring and crawl out to the other side. Jerry shoves Underling back and Veronica grabs a drink from one of the fans, splashing him in the face with it! This only serves to piss him off and he charges right for her! Veronica backs away, declaring, "COME ON TOUGH GUY! HIT ME! THIS FACE COSTS MORE THAN YOUR WHOLE HOUSE!!!"
Just as he's about to oblige her, a hand snakes up between his legs with a low blow that's masked by a mock roll up by Bianca Davis outside the ring. She purposely doesn't hold the pinfall, hopping up and proceeding to stomp and kick him brutally while he's down and cupping his family jewels. Bianca rolls into the ring hopping to her feet and bowing to a booing crowd, then proceeds to argue with the referee for some pointless reason. Underling stealthily grabs a chair and cracks a rising Jerry Watts in the back while the ref isn't looking, but he doesn't drop. Instead he turns towards Underling with rage and fury in his eyes. This opens him up to Veronica's ULTRA FABULOUS Back stabber! He drops and rolls onto his side with a hand to his back in pain! Veronica and Underling roll him into the ring and right into the waiting arms of Bianca who hits THE QUEEN'S MAKEOVER, followed by a pin!! 1-2-NO! Kickout at two and a half!
Bianca rises off of his body and backs up, stomping her foot. He gets to his knees as she rushes in with THE BEAUTIFUL BOOT, but Jerry drops his shoulder, sliding under her leg and hoisting her up on one shoulder by her leg and effectively pancake tosses her to the canvas! She pops up on impact, but drops to her knees with a howl of pain. This opens her up to a wicked Cobra Clutch Driver and a pin attempt, but miraculously, Bianca manages to kick out on instinct, but doesn't stir afterwards. Jerry Watts decides to climb the ropes, signaling for his Regime Stamp!
Underling hops up onto the apron and shouts to the referee, getting his attention as Veronica Taylor hops up on the apron and shoves Jerry off! He lands with a stumble, spinning around with a raised face as Veronica hops down off the apron! He turns right into a boot to the gut and CROWNED-NO! He slips out, spinning for a clothesline but Bianca ducks it, rolling him into a schoolboy pin, but Jerry rolls right out of it, booting her in the chin hard enough to get her right to her feet, dazed, followed by THE ICONIC DROP!!!! 1-2-3-NO!!!
Veronica Taylor slides in with a chair, cracking Jerry across the back and ending the match in an instant DQ!!! Underling joins in with a chair of her own, beating down the champion!
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: JERRY WATTS!!!
BIANCA DAVIS RETAINS.
Veronica and Underling quickly bow out, gathering up a dazed Bianca along with her championship. Back in the ring, Jerry Watts demands that they get back in the ring. Bianca just laughs and waves him off as the trio disappears through the curtains to the back!
Spazz: Those fans be PISSED AS FuuuuuuCK!
Koss: They are not happy with the result of this match and I can't blame them! Jerry Watts was robbed ladies and gentlemen, blind and at gunpoint, by Bianca Davis and the Pretty Committee!
Spazz: You know what that means, dawg! REMATCH!!! And what's that? Oh there's a motherfuckin' Pay Per View around the corner!
Koss: That's right, One more airing of Savage Thursday on DECEMBER 4th, just two weeks away from SRW's Winter Meltdown, coming DECEMBER 18TH from the Omni Colliseum in Atlanta, Georgia! Tickets are already on sale as for now? SRW is on Thanksgiving Break! Until we see you next time, wrestling fans!!!
Spazz: SNOOTCH-TO-THE-BOOOOOTCH!!!!
Koss: Cue those credits!
Jerry follows her out and immediately Veronica Taylor and Underling run interference, getting in his way. This allows Bianca to snake her way under the ring and crawl out to the other side. Jerry shoves Underling back and Veronica grabs a drink from one of the fans, splashing him in the face with it! This only serves to piss him off and he charges right for her! Veronica backs away, declaring, "COME ON TOUGH GUY! HIT ME! THIS FACE COSTS MORE THAN YOUR WHOLE HOUSE!!!"
Just as he's about to oblige her, a hand snakes up between his legs with a low blow that's masked by a mock roll up by Bianca Davis outside the ring. She purposely doesn't hold the pinfall, hopping up and proceeding to stomp and kick him brutally while he's down and cupping his family jewels. Bianca rolls into the ring hopping to her feet and bowing to a booing crowd, then proceeds to argue with the referee for some pointless reason. Underling stealthily grabs a chair and cracks a rising Jerry Watts in the back while the ref isn't looking, but he doesn't drop. Instead he turns towards Underling with rage and fury in his eyes. This opens him up to Veronica's ULTRA FABULOUS Back stabber! He drops and rolls onto his side with a hand to his back in pain! Veronica and Underling roll him into the ring and right into the waiting arms of Bianca who hits THE QUEEN'S MAKEOVER, followed by a pin!! 1-2-NO! Kickout at two and a half!
Bianca rises off of his body and backs up, stomping her foot. He gets to his knees as she rushes in with THE BEAUTIFUL BOOT, but Jerry drops his shoulder, sliding under her leg and hoisting her up on one shoulder by her leg and effectively pancake tosses her to the canvas! She pops up on impact, but drops to her knees with a howl of pain. This opens her up to a wicked Cobra Clutch Driver and a pin attempt, but miraculously, Bianca manages to kick out on instinct, but doesn't stir afterwards. Jerry Watts decides to climb the ropes, signaling for his Regime Stamp!
Underling hops up onto the apron and shouts to the referee, getting his attention as Veronica Taylor hops up on the apron and shoves Jerry off! He lands with a stumble, spinning around with a raised face as Veronica hops down off the apron! He turns right into a boot to the gut and CROWNED-NO! He slips out, spinning for a clothesline but Bianca ducks it, rolling him into a schoolboy pin, but Jerry rolls right out of it, booting her in the chin hard enough to get her right to her feet, dazed, followed by THE ICONIC DROP!!!! 1-2-3-NO!!!
Veronica Taylor slides in with a chair, cracking Jerry across the back and ending the match in an instant DQ!!! Underling joins in with a chair of her own, beating down the champion!
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: JERRY WATTS!!!
BIANCA DAVIS RETAINS.
Veronica and Underling quickly bow out, gathering up a dazed Bianca along with her championship. Back in the ring, Jerry Watts demands that they get back in the ring. Bianca just laughs and waves him off as the trio disappears through the curtains to the back!
Spazz: Those fans be PISSED AS FuuuuuuCK!
Koss: They are not happy with the result of this match and I can't blame them! Jerry Watts was robbed ladies and gentlemen, blind and at gunpoint, by Bianca Davis and the Pretty Committee!
Spazz: You know what that means, dawg! REMATCH!!! And what's that? Oh there's a motherfuckin' Pay Per View around the corner!
Koss: That's right, One more airing of Savage Thursday on DECEMBER 4th, just two weeks away from SRW's Winter Meltdown, coming DECEMBER 18TH from the Omni Colliseum in Atlanta, Georgia! Tickets are already on sale as for now? SRW is on Thanksgiving Break! Until we see you next time, wrestling fans!!!
Spazz: SNOOTCH-TO-THE-BOOOOOTCH!!!!
Koss: Cue those credits!
CREDITS
-CHERRY DEVILLE-VS-BECKY BLADE-
-HALO-VS-KAN TAI-
THREE WAY TAG CONTENDER'S MATCH
-SMC RIOT GROUP-VS-SUMMER/FAYE LANGE-VS-WILDSIDE-
-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-VS-CRYSTAL ZDUNICH-
MAIN EVENT
ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP
-BIANCA DAVIS(C)-VS-JERRY WATTS-
As always, big thanks to everyone who contributes to the show! You're wondeful! And thanks to our readers who make this all worth it!
-CHERRY DEVILLE-VS-BECKY BLADE-
Writer: Forge
-HALO-VS-KAN TAI-
Writer: Forge
THREE WAY TAG CONTENDER'S MATCH
-SMC RIOT GROUP-VS-SUMMER/FAYE LANGE-VS-WILDSIDE-
Writer: Alex
-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-VS-CRYSTAL ZDUNICH-
Writer: Kay
CHAMPION VERSUS CHAMPION (NON TITLE)
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-
Writer: Jax
CHAMPION VERSUS CHAMPION (NON TITLE)
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-
Writer: Jax
MAIN EVENT
ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP
-BIANCA DAVIS(C)-VS-JERRY WATTS-
DQ - Bianca Retains
Writer: RC
Writer: RC
As always, big thanks to everyone who contributes to the show! You're wondeful! And thanks to our readers who make this all worth it!