Post by Melinda Rhodes on Nov 14, 2020 13:56:22 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA
12/03/2020
BELL TIME 7PM EST
Rebel: I got some bad news fans. I know our Hardcore Champ isn't the most beloved guy around. Sometimes he could be a right asshole and he'd tell you so to your face. In a way, I'd rather he was here to insult someone, talk some shit, or just start a few fires than what I just heard. On the way here to the Arena tonight, he was in an accident. He's not dead, but the injuries are pretty severe. A drunk blew a stop sign and he was hit on his motorcycle. I don't care who you are, nobody deserves to go out like that, but the show must go on. Hopefully, Forge will return as he's had a hell of an impact.
Melinda then slips the bag from her shoulder and pulls from within it, the SRW Hardcore Championship, which she then holds up in the air.
Rebel: Psycho Maguire, Jerry Watts, and Katie Chaos, the belt is up for grabs. Which one of you three is taking it home? We're finding out later tonight!
Mel then turns and exits the ringside area to the mixed murmur of a concerned crowd.
Spazz: Oh dude, that sucks!
Koss: Indeed. Love him or hate him, Forge Mitchell is certainly a talented competitor and he certainly made things interesting. As they often say in show business though, the show must go on!
Earlier in the night the cameras get a glimpse of outside the arena Savage Thursday was taking place. A custom Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 appears to drive into the camera’s focus. The wheels of the car soon come to a stop, allowing the driver to park the car in the parking lot. At this moment the cameras get a closer view on that car. When it does the cameras get a visual of who the driver was. It had been the seasoned veteran Jerry Watts, a smile softly embracing his lips. He lifts his right hand towards the key in the ignition, turning it to the right to turn off the car. Then, he takes the key slowly out of the ignition,placing it inside his jean pocket before reaching his hand for the door handle. He begins to pull on it gently allowing him to open the door while he steps slowly out of the car. His left hand pushes the door closed before he makes his way towards the back of the car. He opens the door to take out a wheelchair resting on the backseat.[/div]12/03/2020
BELL TIME 7PM EST
INTRO
Halestorm's "I am the Fire" plays over the house PA system as the pyro explodes on the stage in perfect sequence. The SRW highlight reel plays over the Rebel Star Tron screen and out steps Jenny Beck to greet the crowd.
Jenny Beck: SUP YOU SAVAGES!!! IT'S ANOTHER THURSDAY IN PARADISE!!!! SAVAGE THHHUUUURRRRSSSDDDDAAAYYYYY!!!
We cut to Joe and Mike at the commentary table.
Koss: Joe Koss here alongside Micheal B. Spazz and welcome to Southern Rebellion Wrestling's Savage Thursday!
Spazz: HAVE NO FEAR! The heart and soul of SRW is here!
Koss: Heard you got booted off of twitter again.
Spazz: Yeah. Fucking website has no spine! Motherfuckers locked out Forge and his Lawyer. Shit fuckin' sucks yo!
Koss: It does suck when freedom of speech gets trampled on. Wait a mintue! Melinda Rhodes is on her way to ringside with some urgent news that just came in!
Jenny Beck: SUP YOU SAVAGES!!! IT'S ANOTHER THURSDAY IN PARADISE!!!! SAVAGE THHHUUUURRRRSSSDDDDAAAYYYYY!!!
We cut to Joe and Mike at the commentary table.
Koss: Joe Koss here alongside Micheal B. Spazz and welcome to Southern Rebellion Wrestling's Savage Thursday!
Spazz: HAVE NO FEAR! The heart and soul of SRW is here!
Koss: Heard you got booted off of twitter again.
Spazz: Yeah. Fucking website has no spine! Motherfuckers locked out Forge and his Lawyer. Shit fuckin' sucks yo!
Koss: It does suck when freedom of speech gets trampled on. Wait a mintue! Melinda Rhodes is on her way to ringside with some urgent news that just came in!
SEGMENT
SHOT THROUGH THA' HEEEEAAARRTT!!
The old Bon Jovi fan favorite hits the house P/A as out steps Melinda Rhodes. The crowd pops a bit as the Rebel stands on the stage with a somber look on her face. Over her shoulder is a black bag. She motions for her music to be cut and brings the microphone to her lips.Rebel: I got some bad news fans. I know our Hardcore Champ isn't the most beloved guy around. Sometimes he could be a right asshole and he'd tell you so to your face. In a way, I'd rather he was here to insult someone, talk some shit, or just start a few fires than what I just heard. On the way here to the Arena tonight, he was in an accident. He's not dead, but the injuries are pretty severe. A drunk blew a stop sign and he was hit on his motorcycle. I don't care who you are, nobody deserves to go out like that, but the show must go on. Hopefully, Forge will return as he's had a hell of an impact.
Melinda then slips the bag from her shoulder and pulls from within it, the SRW Hardcore Championship, which she then holds up in the air.
Rebel: Psycho Maguire, Jerry Watts, and Katie Chaos, the belt is up for grabs. Which one of you three is taking it home? We're finding out later tonight!
Mel then turns and exits the ringside area to the mixed murmur of a concerned crowd.
Spazz: Oh dude, that sucks!
Koss: Indeed. Love him or hate him, Forge Mitchell is certainly a talented competitor and he certainly made things interesting. As they often say in show business though, the show must go on!
SEGMENT
Jerry Watts: it’s good to have my family with me tonight.
These words escape his lips softly while he properly sets up the wheelchair. He closes the door of the back seat of his car after, placing the wheelchair onto the ground of the parking lot. He pushes the chair towards the passenger side of the ford mustang. Jerry soon stops in his footsteps when he reaches the passenger side door. At this moment the door slowly opens, it appears Jerry had brought a guest that night. The man steps out of the car slowly, before sitting down on top of the wheelchair seat. The young man’s face turning to look at his older brother Jerry Watts. A smile showing on the great veteran’s face, as he stared down at his younger brother Adam Watts. He was happy the doctors had let him out of the hospital in time for his title match. Jerry begins to push the chair towards the entrance doors of the arena. A nod being given by both men when the employees standing outside open the door. This allows Jerry to enter the arena with his brother being pushed in front of him in the wheelchair.
Jerry Watts: It’s good that the doctors allowed you to be released from the hospital. Its great to have my little brother here tonight.
Adam Watts: Yeah I was kind of getting sick of eating hospital food, though I am lucky that I pulled through after my car accident. I am happy to be here with you tonight man, I feel it will be a great night that you remember.
Jerry Watts: Yeah you definitely inspire me to continue fighting through every obstacle that comes my way.
Adam Watts: I appreciate that man.
These words would be exchanged between the two brothers with each step down the hall. Adam Watts eyes glanced left and right at the talented wrestlers they had passed. A nod of Jerrys head being given to those same talented wrestlers, he knew he had a great amount of respect for them. The ring was his home away from home, a place he could escape his troubles that came. “Got to love Thursday Nights..” These words escaped Jerry’s lips as the two men were soon reaching his locker room. At that moment they stop to look at the television screen, taking notice of the current match that was happening. They both grew with admiration for the competitors that were fighting. It wasn’t every day that wrestlers had given their all inside the ring. They soon move past the television screen after a few minutes of watching the match.
Adam Watts: So this is where the magic behind the sport happens huh?
Jerry Watts: Yeah man, great stories and careers are made with each night given. This industry has sort of become my home away from home. A home I take great pride in protecting with each match I am bestowed upon with.
Adam Watts: It seems like a cool place so far, everyone doing their part to make sure the fans get what they want. Though, I know some times there are others that choose to take joy in hurting their opponents. Tonight, must be a night you embrace that feeling inside that hardcore championship match.
Jerry Watts: Believe me when I say I take great pride in trying to earn a sense of confidence back in my value as a champion. I know it will be a hard fight against three of the most talented competitors here in Southern Rebellion Wrestling. Yet there can only be one competitor that proves their worth in being a champion. The one that goes beyond measures to make sure they inflict the most pain on the others. I feel I am ready to step up to the task at hand, though I know Forge will be there waiting for all challengers. It’s time to put to rest the martyr machine.
Adam Watts: You definitely have what it takes to get the job done Jerry. God gave you a gift and the ability to do what you love to do in this industry. There can only be one wrestler who is rightfully able to carry the Hardcore Championship. Though, don’t focus only on Forge there are others inside that ring with you. Each one being hungry just like you for a chance to prove themselves. Don’t let this chance slip from your hands, I know this title means a lot to you.
Jerry Watts: Thank you for the advice little brother, I do appreciate those words from you. You have always had a way in building confidence in me as a older brother. It’s sort of suppose to be the other way around with me being older. I want you to stay in the backstage area though, I know how dangerous these matches can get. Each opponent having a different mind state when the bell rings. I don’t want them to turn their attention to you an innocent bystander. Promise me you’ll watch from the back and be proud of me tonight?
Adam Watts: You have my word man, I’m not in any shape right now to deny that request. I just am thankful for the chance to see what my brother does first hand. I will always be proud of you man, no matter if you win or lose your matches. Family comes first before this industry it always has with me and you.
Jerry listens to his younger brother for a moment, being thankful that he was a great role model for his younger sibling. He knew family came first before the industry, though to him the fans were sort of like his family. They were a package deal when he signed to any federation he stepped foot in. That night would be a night his family and he could enjoy after the final bell had rung. Hopefully Jerry could bring more value to the belt he had a chance to win that night. Though, he knew each one of his opponents would be there to show they were just as hungry. It would come down to whoever wanted the belt more. It would also come down to the endurance each competitor had left to give. Soon the brothers make their way towards the doorway of Jerry’s locker room. Their eyes reading the Watts name on the doorway, bringing a sense of pride to the both of them.
Adam Watts: Never thought I would see those words on a professional locker room door.
Jerry Watts: Yeah, it takes some getting used to but definitely an amazing feeling to walk up to each night. It means my name means something in this industry.
Adam Watts: You have definitely come a long way since being a snot nosed rookie back in the day. I’m kidding man but you have come a long way through these years. To see you still doing what you love is a great inspiration to me. It means you haven’t turned your back from what you believe in.
These words leave Adams lips as Jerry stops pushing his brother’s wheelchair. Jerry reaches his left hand up to grip the locker room door handle. He twists it to the right allowing him to open the door. He lets the door open fully before starting to push Adam’s wheelchair into the locker room. Each moment he knew the cameras had been on them both. Just for a moment giving light to their great bond as brothers. He closes the door as the camera crew follows them inside the room. At that moment he parks his brother’s wheelchair near the couch inside the room. He helps Adam stand up to his feet, before aiding the man to sit down on the couch. His head nods softly towards the young man in front of him. A feeling of pride building inside with each moment his brother was there. A sense of joy coming over him as he knew his brother was almost back to full health. Jerry takes a seat down on the couch next to his brother, his right hand reaching into the mini fridge nearby the couch. He takes out a water bottle to hand it to his brother.
Jerry Watts: Here’s that water I promised you in the car, let me know if you need or want anything else man. We can go by the merchandise booths after my match and get you some nice gear to remember this night.
Adam Watts: I’m good man just need to rest a bit and get ready to watch tonight’s exciting matches. Good luck in your championship match tonight man. I know how important this match is for you. I am definitely going to enjoy scrolling by the merchandise stands later tonight. There might be some fans who are waiting to get an autograph from you.
Jerry Watts: Thank you man I appreciate it Adam, yeah I know there will be some that want autographs. I have never turned down a fans request. Especially, since I know they are one of the reasons I’m still here. Just rest on this couch and get ready for the amazing matches tonight has in store.
Jerry nods his head with these words softly leaving his lips. He could tell his brother wasn’t fully back to good health, yet through these days Adam had shown enough improvement to be released. Jerry took great pride in being the one to further look after his younger sibling. They were the only ones left in their immediate family. Jerry felt in a way he owed this chance to his parents and other little brother Keith Watts to look after his brother. At this moment the cameras crew soon backs out of the locker room. The camera pan out to show the full room inside Jerrys locker room. He stands up from sitting on the couch before walking towards a mirror resting on the wall. His eyes stare coldly towards its direction in his mind, knowing he was ready for the hardcore championship match. “It’s time once again to prove I can be the great hardcore champion I am meant to be.” These words ran through his mind as he started throwing a few punches close to the mirror. Each punch almost connecting with the glass material of the mirror. The cameras soon fade to a black transition before returning back to the ring side area.
-NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-VS-BECKY BLADE-
The match begins with the Narcoleptic Ninja doing a series of tumbles and rolls for little reason, striking poses while Becky just looks back, confused. Suddenly he rolls at her, she brings her hands up. Narco fakes her out with a chest chop only to suddenly kick her in the shin and hit a bell clap, followed by a roaring belly to belly overhead suplex! However, the Ninja stays down, eyes suddenly closed as he is fast asleep! Becky blinks as she gets to her feet, holding a hand to her back. Quickly she crawls over the Ninja and hooks the leg! 1-2-3-NOPE! Narco suddenly powers Becky off, sitting up as if he just woke up from a nightmare.
The fat man kips to his feet and spins around right into THE BATTERING RAM!!! Ninja is rocked back and falls to his knees with a groan! Becky backs into the ropes across from him, springs off and hits a running knee to stand him up, followed by a neckbreaker into a pin, but Narco manages to kickout quickly! Both get to their feet and Becky rushes at him with a flying splash but goes right over the Ninja as he falls forward for another nap! She ends up flying through the ropes to the floor in a heap! The referee starts counting, Becky is the first to rise, climbing onto the apron, then slingshotting up and over only for Narco to suddenly roll over, kipping to a full stand with a wild hoot!
Becky gets to her feet with a snarl, moves in behind and goes for a low blow but THE NINJA CATCHES HER ARM WITH HIS HANDS! He steps over her arm, turns wagging her finger and going "UH-UH-UUUUH" only to get an eye poke right in the eyes followed by a CHEAP GENERIC ROLL-UP PIN!!!! 1-2-KICK-THE-FUCK-OUT!!!
Both get to their feet, The Ninja wild eyed while Becky is clearly frustrated. Both rush in at each other, trading blows but a surprise NINJA STRIKE from Narco rocks Becky, sending her stumbling back. The Ninja hops back, strikes a pose and screams SHARUKEN as he drives both palms into Becky's chest, rocking her flat on her back. Seemingly drained, the Ninja's eyes roll back in his head and he takes a few steps forward before bringing his massive form crashing down on Becky. 1-2-3!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: NARCOLEPTIC NINJA!!!!
Koss: Narco Ninja gets the win tonight!
Spazz: He fell asleep twice! Is Becky just fuckin' brain dead?
Koss: Narcoleptic or not, he is a trained fight.
Spazz: Yeah, he's a wrestler and I'm a five star chef!
Kan Tai: What do we have here?”
She sneaks a peek inside and pulls out a few bills and tucks them into her own pocket before putting the wallet back. She closes the locker and moves to the next one that has a lock on it. She eyes it for a moment and then reaches up and plucks a hairpin from her hair and proceeds to have at it.
Kan Tai: You see, it takes skill, patience, and craftsmanship to pick a lock. If you’re easily frustrated, I don’t recommend this line of work. You would last…
The lock pops open.
Kan Tai: … three minutes.
She opens the locker.
Kan Tai: What you really want to look for are things like cash and expensive electronics, like cell phone, though you also need to be careful. Cell phones can be traced, so I typically leave those behind.
She reaches in and pulls out a gym bag and finds another wallet.
Kan Tai: It’s empty. Cash is becoming harder to come by these days as everyone prefers credit cards and debit cards, but once in a while, you find yourself a nice chunk of good old-fashioned cash.
She pulls out some more bills, secures them on her person and puts everything back.
Kan Tai: Unlike my opponent at Savage Thursday, Hey Lo, who I have to fight once more though I can’t figure out for the life of me why that is, considering I already pinned her last time. I imagine the match was so fantastic, management wanted to see it again. But don’t worry, the outcome will be the same. Just like these poor suckers who just left all this cash for me to help myself to, Hey Lo is gonna find that I’m going to steal another win and continue my rise to some true valuables. Championship gold. But I’m absolutely going to enjoy our little playdate, dear. Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered you wanted seconds I just hope it doesn’t leave you with an upset tummy.
Just then some men come barging into the locker room, talking loudly to themselves and the camera turns to see them.
“What you doing with that camera in here, pal?”
The camera turns to face Kan Tai, but she’s nowhere to be found. The cameraman is unceremoniously grabbed and thrown out into the hallway. As both cameraman and camera tumbled across the floor, two feet walk up.
Kan Tai: Shouldn’t be peeping in the locker room like that. Shame. Shame.
She turns and we see her feet as she skips down the hall and disappears around the corner as we hear the groaning of the cameraman and the scene fades.
Spazz: I think them pants mighta' been fuckin' Luther Thunders.... I don't think KT wants to go pissing that mofugga' off and hey, did we just watch someone commit petty theft on camera?
Koss: That we did, but I'm willing to bet that the Rebel will let the court of the square circle handle that one. Kan Tai vs Halo is coming up, next!
The fat man kips to his feet and spins around right into THE BATTERING RAM!!! Ninja is rocked back and falls to his knees with a groan! Becky backs into the ropes across from him, springs off and hits a running knee to stand him up, followed by a neckbreaker into a pin, but Narco manages to kickout quickly! Both get to their feet and Becky rushes at him with a flying splash but goes right over the Ninja as he falls forward for another nap! She ends up flying through the ropes to the floor in a heap! The referee starts counting, Becky is the first to rise, climbing onto the apron, then slingshotting up and over only for Narco to suddenly roll over, kipping to a full stand with a wild hoot!
Becky gets to her feet with a snarl, moves in behind and goes for a low blow but THE NINJA CATCHES HER ARM WITH HIS HANDS! He steps over her arm, turns wagging her finger and going "UH-UH-UUUUH" only to get an eye poke right in the eyes followed by a CHEAP GENERIC ROLL-UP PIN!!!! 1-2-KICK-THE-FUCK-OUT!!!
Both get to their feet, The Ninja wild eyed while Becky is clearly frustrated. Both rush in at each other, trading blows but a surprise NINJA STRIKE from Narco rocks Becky, sending her stumbling back. The Ninja hops back, strikes a pose and screams SHARUKEN as he drives both palms into Becky's chest, rocking her flat on her back. Seemingly drained, the Ninja's eyes roll back in his head and he takes a few steps forward before bringing his massive form crashing down on Becky. 1-2-3!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: NARCOLEPTIC NINJA!!!!
Koss: Narco Ninja gets the win tonight!
Spazz: He fell asleep twice! Is Becky just fuckin' brain dead?
Koss: Narcoleptic or not, he is a trained fight.
Spazz: Yeah, he's a wrestler and I'm a five star chef!
SEGMENT
The scene opens up in a locker room, though it doesn’t appear to be the locker room that hosts the upcoming SRW Savage Thursday. Starting with the very first locker, Kan Tai seems to be opening the lockers and rifling through gym bags and pants. She opens one and sticks her hand into the pocket of a pair of pants and pulls out a wallet.Kan Tai: What do we have here?”
She sneaks a peek inside and pulls out a few bills and tucks them into her own pocket before putting the wallet back. She closes the locker and moves to the next one that has a lock on it. She eyes it for a moment and then reaches up and plucks a hairpin from her hair and proceeds to have at it.
Kan Tai: You see, it takes skill, patience, and craftsmanship to pick a lock. If you’re easily frustrated, I don’t recommend this line of work. You would last…
The lock pops open.
Kan Tai: … three minutes.
She opens the locker.
Kan Tai: What you really want to look for are things like cash and expensive electronics, like cell phone, though you also need to be careful. Cell phones can be traced, so I typically leave those behind.
She reaches in and pulls out a gym bag and finds another wallet.
Kan Tai: It’s empty. Cash is becoming harder to come by these days as everyone prefers credit cards and debit cards, but once in a while, you find yourself a nice chunk of good old-fashioned cash.
She pulls out some more bills, secures them on her person and puts everything back.
Kan Tai: Unlike my opponent at Savage Thursday, Hey Lo, who I have to fight once more though I can’t figure out for the life of me why that is, considering I already pinned her last time. I imagine the match was so fantastic, management wanted to see it again. But don’t worry, the outcome will be the same. Just like these poor suckers who just left all this cash for me to help myself to, Hey Lo is gonna find that I’m going to steal another win and continue my rise to some true valuables. Championship gold. But I’m absolutely going to enjoy our little playdate, dear. Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered you wanted seconds I just hope it doesn’t leave you with an upset tummy.
Just then some men come barging into the locker room, talking loudly to themselves and the camera turns to see them.
“What you doing with that camera in here, pal?”
The camera turns to face Kan Tai, but she’s nowhere to be found. The cameraman is unceremoniously grabbed and thrown out into the hallway. As both cameraman and camera tumbled across the floor, two feet walk up.
Kan Tai: Shouldn’t be peeping in the locker room like that. Shame. Shame.
She turns and we see her feet as she skips down the hall and disappears around the corner as we hear the groaning of the cameraman and the scene fades.
Spazz: I think them pants mighta' been fuckin' Luther Thunders.... I don't think KT wants to go pissing that mofugga' off and hey, did we just watch someone commit petty theft on camera?
Koss: That we did, but I'm willing to bet that the Rebel will let the court of the square circle handle that one. Kan Tai vs Halo is coming up, next!
-HALO-VS-KAN TAI-
With that good old bell chimed, we start things up! Both competitors are wicked smiles as they circle each other in the ring. There's a little banter that goes unheard over the loud crowd before the two lock up and immediately enter into an exchange of holds. KT tries to surprise Halo with a cartwheel flip to try an escape a wrist lock but Halo does exactly the same thing, keeping firm hold on her foe and driving her down to one knee with a hand to her shoulder! KT tries a backroll but Halo anticipates, rolling with her and putting her into an armbar! KT laughs despite being in a bit of pain and, as the two were now near the ropes, she rolls them both, hooking her legs around the middle rope and forcing a break up!
The two are on their feet, KT wringing her arm with a wicked grin. Halo claps her hands and the two lock up once more for another wild exchange of holds and acrobatics until suddenly Halo Cartwheels out of a hold into an Enziguri kick, but only collides with an outstretched leg as KT DOES THE SAME THING!!! The two land and roll to their feet in a low crouch. Halo actually seems to be getting a bit irritated at this point. The two look to be going for a lock up but suddenly Halo hops off to one side for a springboard kick, but KT tucks and rolls away! Halo lands on her feet, spins around and ducks an oncoming KT with a flying clothesline! She spins around and KT fakes her out with a finger jab only to hit a FOOT STOMP AND ANKLE KICK, then hit an Enziguri kick that drops Halo down! A quick cover nets her a two count and the two are back on their feet once more!
Halo is visibly angry now, but KT just smiles and motions her on with waggling fingers and a mocking flick of her tongue. Halo rushes in with a feint punch, only to suddenly drop and take KT's legs out with a drop kick to the shins, followed by a roll and a straight punch to her kneeling foe's face. Halo then runs to the nearest corner and leaps off with ELIJAH'S RISE, but KT manages a kickout at two and a half! Both are back on their feet in short order and KT wipes at her mouth, then stomps forward as she blows a MIST right in Halo's eyes! This is promptly followed by a roll up but in a surprise move, Halo kicks out!
Back on their feet, albeit Halo with blurry vision, the two move in and Halo swings for the fences, missing as KT sidesteps her every move, pulling out her Panda Puppet. A ducked roundhouse kick opens Halo up off balance for THE PANDABLE CLAW!!!! Halo flails her arms in the hold, stumbling around as KT struggles to maintain control and the two end up in the ropes! The referee is forced to break the hold up, much to KT's chagrin. She pouts stepping back as Halo rolls out of the ring, coughing and holding her aching jaw.
KT, puppet on her hand and all, gets a running start and leaps over the ropes with a front flip swan dive dropkick straight to Halo's chest, sending her to the floor! KT follows up with a running gut kick, jumping knee to the jaw, followed by slinging her over the spanish announce table! KT then hops onto the nearby guard rail, runs the length of it, and drops on Halo with a body press THROUGH THE TABLE!!! Gathering her up, she tosses a stunned and hurting Halo back into the ring, then climbs the top rope, pumping her Panda puppeted fist into the air! Halo turns, KT leaps and BLACK 13 OUT OF NOWHERE!!! KT's head snaps back as she lands on her feet and falls over like a tree! Halo falls across her for the 1-2-3!!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: HALO!!!!
Spazz: AAAAND WE'RE BACK FUCKERS!!!
Koss: and not a minute too soon! Shelby Dawson takes on CCM!
The two are on their feet, KT wringing her arm with a wicked grin. Halo claps her hands and the two lock up once more for another wild exchange of holds and acrobatics until suddenly Halo Cartwheels out of a hold into an Enziguri kick, but only collides with an outstretched leg as KT DOES THE SAME THING!!! The two land and roll to their feet in a low crouch. Halo actually seems to be getting a bit irritated at this point. The two look to be going for a lock up but suddenly Halo hops off to one side for a springboard kick, but KT tucks and rolls away! Halo lands on her feet, spins around and ducks an oncoming KT with a flying clothesline! She spins around and KT fakes her out with a finger jab only to hit a FOOT STOMP AND ANKLE KICK, then hit an Enziguri kick that drops Halo down! A quick cover nets her a two count and the two are back on their feet once more!
Halo is visibly angry now, but KT just smiles and motions her on with waggling fingers and a mocking flick of her tongue. Halo rushes in with a feint punch, only to suddenly drop and take KT's legs out with a drop kick to the shins, followed by a roll and a straight punch to her kneeling foe's face. Halo then runs to the nearest corner and leaps off with ELIJAH'S RISE, but KT manages a kickout at two and a half! Both are back on their feet in short order and KT wipes at her mouth, then stomps forward as she blows a MIST right in Halo's eyes! This is promptly followed by a roll up but in a surprise move, Halo kicks out!
Back on their feet, albeit Halo with blurry vision, the two move in and Halo swings for the fences, missing as KT sidesteps her every move, pulling out her Panda Puppet. A ducked roundhouse kick opens Halo up off balance for THE PANDABLE CLAW!!!! Halo flails her arms in the hold, stumbling around as KT struggles to maintain control and the two end up in the ropes! The referee is forced to break the hold up, much to KT's chagrin. She pouts stepping back as Halo rolls out of the ring, coughing and holding her aching jaw.
KT, puppet on her hand and all, gets a running start and leaps over the ropes with a front flip swan dive dropkick straight to Halo's chest, sending her to the floor! KT follows up with a running gut kick, jumping knee to the jaw, followed by slinging her over the spanish announce table! KT then hops onto the nearby guard rail, runs the length of it, and drops on Halo with a body press THROUGH THE TABLE!!! Gathering her up, she tosses a stunned and hurting Halo back into the ring, then climbs the top rope, pumping her Panda puppeted fist into the air! Halo turns, KT leaps and BLACK 13 OUT OF NOWHERE!!! KT's head snaps back as she lands on her feet and falls over like a tree! Halo falls across her for the 1-2-3!!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: HALO!!!!
Spazz: That Black 13 will knock the klepto right out of a maniac yo!
Koss: Indeed! Solid victory for Halo, but I can't imagine things will end on a rubber-band note for these two great competitors!
Spazz: Halo and whoever's money she stole. You know ain't nobody taking kindly to that shit, especially if it's who I think it is. Luther Thunder looks like the kind of mofugga that'll snap yo' ass in half just for sniffing wrong in his direction.
Koss: Indeed! Solid victory for Halo, but I can't imagine things will end on a rubber-band note for these two great competitors!
Spazz: Halo and whoever's money she stole. You know ain't nobody taking kindly to that shit, especially if it's who I think it is. Luther Thunder looks like the kind of mofugga that'll snap yo' ass in half just for sniffing wrong in his direction.
Spazz: AAAAND WE'RE BACK FUCKERS!!!
Koss: and not a minute too soon! Shelby Dawson takes on CCM!
-SHELBY DAWSON-VS-C.C.M-
CCM wastes no time from the start bell, going after Shelby's legs with a devastating crossblock, followed by several joint holds focusing almost exclusively on her knees. After getting to the ropes during a particularly nasty knee bar, Shelby finds herself limping noticeably but continues to fight on, combing back with a surprise neckbreaker and THE DOWNWARD! She attempts her MULE KICK but CCM anticipates it, catching and bringing her down with the OCTOPUS STRETCH, but once again, Shelby is saved by the ropes! CCM's frustration shows through and he viciously stomps and kicks his foe while she's down, draping her over the second rope. He backs up and gets a running start, leaping at her, only for Shelby to slip out of the way, letting him go groin first into the middle rope. CCM is in agony as pulls himself free only to eat THE MULE KICK! With the fans behind her, Shelby pumps her fist runs for the nearby corner and leaps off with DO OR DIE, landing hard and hooking the leg for the 1-2-3!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: SHELBY DAWSON!!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: SHELBY DAWSON!!!!
COMMERCIAL
-WENDY HOUSE-VS-JACKIE LAYTON-
It's a wild and chaotic brawl from the chiming of the starting bell. Wendy goes into an all out blitz from the start, catching Bandit off guard from the get go. Bandit weathers out the assault, coming back with a sharp back elbow into a combination of knees and kicks all her own, driving Wendy back. The tide turns when Wendy goes for a wild haymaker and finds herself dropped with THE ONE ARMED BANDIT! It's almost a three count but Wendy kicks out and rolls out of the ring for a quick reprieve. Jackie isn't having any of it, running and leaping over the ropes with a front-flip plancha that drives Wendy to the floor. The two brawl outside the ring, throwing all semblance of a wrestling match out the window. One would almost be inclined to believe that someone owes someone else money here, but as back and forth as it is, no one could really say who owed who! THE GROIN CLAW halts Bandit's momentum and after a count of four, Wendy releases, rolling back into the ring and then out onto the apron. She leaps off and clocks Bandit with a diving knee, sending her into the guard rail and then onto the floor on her knees. She follows up with REPEATING ELBOW STRIKES, driving Bandit's consciousness further and further away a bit at a time. She then rolls Bandit into the ring, sliding in right after her. Wendy rolls her over for a pin but Jackie surprises her with A SMALL PACKAGE PIN!!! 1-2-3!!!! Bandit rolls out of the ring as her music plays and Jenny Back declares;
WINNER BY PINFALL: JACKIE LAYTON!!!
Post Match: Wendy batters the canvas with a massive angry tantrum while Bandit walks away with a smug grin on her face.
Spazz: Dude she's ppiiiiissssed!
Koss: Jackie Layton steals the win and leaves behind a very distraught Wendy House!
Spazz: Bitch is losing her shit throwing a motherfucking temper tantrum!
Koss: I don't know why she's fussing about it. That was a legitimate pinfall and can happen to anyone!
Bianca Davis: Sorry not sorry! I'll see you at Winter Mayhem, let’s hope you can still make it after your match tonight.
These words escape her lips before the door closes. The last thing the cameras catch is Jerry starting to stand up to his feet. He makes his way down the hallway, his right hand holding his gut as the cameras glanced upon him. A bit more confident in his chances against Bianca at Winter Mayhem. Though, he had to stay focused on the match at hand that night. It would be a defining moment between former hardcore champions, a current hard headed champion and a hopeful number one contender. All of which had been hungry for the spotlight that came with the chance of being a champion. Yet he was the one who would show the world he was more than hungry that night. He was determined to become a champion once again in SRW. At that moment the camera fades to a black transition getting ready to go back to the ring for the next match.
Spazz: The fuck Jerry?! You just lettin' those bitches beat you up like that?!!
Koss: He's got a championship bout later tonight and the last thing he needs is to get injured before such a grueling competition, especially in a hardcore environment.
Spazz: If Bianca started shit with me, I'd knock the gold fillings out her mouth!
Koss: But you'd leave the taste?
Spazz: Nah, she ain't gots no taste, dawg.
WINNER BY PINFALL: JACKIE LAYTON!!!
Post Match: Wendy batters the canvas with a massive angry tantrum while Bandit walks away with a smug grin on her face.
Spazz: Dude she's ppiiiiissssed!
Koss: Jackie Layton steals the win and leaves behind a very distraught Wendy House!
Spazz: Bitch is losing her shit throwing a motherfucking temper tantrum!
Koss: I don't know why she's fussing about it. That was a legitimate pinfall and can happen to anyone!
SEGMENT
It was finally event night for Savage Thursday, the show before South Rebellion Wrestling had its promising pay per view Winter Meltdown. Both shows seeming to have great matches booked with many great talent wrestling. The cameras soon catch up to Jerry Watts standing in the hallway. His mind focused on two things that very night. The first was his previous run in with the Pretty Committee. He couldn't believe the way his chance against Bianca had ended by their hands. The second being his match that night for the Hardcore Title. Though, he knew it wouldn't be an easy task to overcome. He was ready that night more than he had been in his career recently.
Jerry Watts: I have to come out on top tonight in this hardcore title match.
He shakes his head as he begins to walk down the hallway. Each step he takes the camera pans closer on him, he soon stops in his footsteps when he reaches a doorway. The name on the door had read The Pretty Committee. Perhaps he was asking for much that night, knowing how their last run in had went. He wanted some answers on their actions in Bianca's title defense. That night he would be dressed in his in-ring attire, a hoodie resting on his muscular upper body. He brings his left hand up a bit to knock on the locker room door. A hope in his mind that one of the members of Pretty Committee had answered the door. He stands outside in the hallway as he waited for someone to answer it.
Jerry Watts: It’s time to put motivation back into my career.
Within a few moments the door opens up and soon standing there with a smug look on her their faces are none other than the Pretty Committee with Bianca making sure to draw attention to her title. As they share a catty giggle with each-other. When the door soon opens up Jerry Watts notices the two members of The Pretty Committee standing there with a smug look on their faces. Jerry shakes his head a bit more knowing they took great pride in how their match had ended. It was their way of keeping their motive to hold the Ascendant Title around the waist of Bianca. Jerry Watts eyes drift away from Veronica who had opened the door, letting them rest on Bianca for the moment. His eyes staring at the title which was suppose to be his that night. He could tell she found pride in still carrying the belt. Even if she hadn't earned the victory by herself, there would be another match between them down the road. Hearing that giggle come from Veronica, he begins to listen to what she had to say.
Veronica Taylor: Look Bianca, it’s the guy you retained your title against. What here to offer your congratulations to the greatest Ascendant champion ever?!
Jerry Watts: She may have retained in our match together. Yet if you pay attention to the tape it was also by your hands that she came through with the win. I bet if you weren't that helpful sidekick you come off to be she wouldn't have.
Jerry Watts lets these words escape his lips as he stared towards them both. Bianca smirked as Veronica pointed over to her. Jerry’s eyes noticing the smirk that embraced the lips of Bianca. He knew from that smirk meant Bianca was happy with her best friend’s words. Bianca was off the show but here after all the Pretty Committee always drew ratings Though, they struck a nerve in his mind. At that moment Jerry's eyes take notice of Veronica's hand pointing to Bianca's direction. He nods his head a bit softly before stepping a bit closer towards them. The haughty blonde Bianca Davis begins to speak. Jerry listens to Bianca’s words taking them into consideration. -
Jerry Watts: I have to come out on top tonight in this hardcore title match.
He shakes his head as he begins to walk down the hallway. Each step he takes the camera pans closer on him, he soon stops in his footsteps when he reaches a doorway. The name on the door had read The Pretty Committee. Perhaps he was asking for much that night, knowing how their last run in had went. He wanted some answers on their actions in Bianca's title defense. That night he would be dressed in his in-ring attire, a hoodie resting on his muscular upper body. He brings his left hand up a bit to knock on the locker room door. A hope in his mind that one of the members of Pretty Committee had answered the door. He stands outside in the hallway as he waited for someone to answer it.
Jerry Watts: It’s time to put motivation back into my career.
Within a few moments the door opens up and soon standing there with a smug look on her their faces are none other than the Pretty Committee with Bianca making sure to draw attention to her title. As they share a catty giggle with each-other. When the door soon opens up Jerry Watts notices the two members of The Pretty Committee standing there with a smug look on their faces. Jerry shakes his head a bit more knowing they took great pride in how their match had ended. It was their way of keeping their motive to hold the Ascendant Title around the waist of Bianca. Jerry Watts eyes drift away from Veronica who had opened the door, letting them rest on Bianca for the moment. His eyes staring at the title which was suppose to be his that night. He could tell she found pride in still carrying the belt. Even if she hadn't earned the victory by herself, there would be another match between them down the road. Hearing that giggle come from Veronica, he begins to listen to what she had to say.
Veronica Taylor: Look Bianca, it’s the guy you retained your title against. What here to offer your congratulations to the greatest Ascendant champion ever?!
Jerry Watts: She may have retained in our match together. Yet if you pay attention to the tape it was also by your hands that she came through with the win. I bet if you weren't that helpful sidekick you come off to be she wouldn't have.
Jerry Watts lets these words escape his lips as he stared towards them both. Bianca smirked as Veronica pointed over to her. Jerry’s eyes noticing the smirk that embraced the lips of Bianca. He knew from that smirk meant Bianca was happy with her best friend’s words. Bianca was off the show but here after all the Pretty Committee always drew ratings Though, they struck a nerve in his mind. At that moment Jerry's eyes take notice of Veronica's hand pointing to Bianca's direction. He nods his head a bit softly before stepping a bit closer towards them. The haughty blonde Bianca Davis begins to speak. Jerry listens to Bianca’s words taking them into consideration. -
Bianca Davis: Jerry Watts, you came close to my title but as close you did come. I proved why I am the most cunning woman in SRW. Likely, don't be mad you were outsmarted by me. You should be congratulating me me right now, after all i didn't end your precious legendary career.
Jerry Watts: You want me to congratulate you champ? Well, then congratulations on stealing the win against me. We both know why you won and it's not because you're the greatest. its because your sidekick here came down to do your dirty work. You might be cunning but you are also in a way running out of time. While, you had outsmarted me due to your sidekicks help at the end. What will happen next time we meet?
Bianca Davis: For being the prettiest, smartest, and highest in demand superstar in SRW. And running out of time? Honey my time is just begging I was the longest reigning Conquest Champion in this companies history, and soon the Ascendant title will have my name in the record books, as its longest reigning champion.
Jerry Watts: You do happen to be right about that Bianca. You happen to be high in demand when it comes someone to wrestling against. As far as the prettiest and smartest, there might be some truth to that as well. Though, there are a lot of pretty faces out there it's called modeling. I do have to respect your motivation behind being one of the best champions this federation has seen. Yet something tells me you didn't get there without at least a helping hand.
Veronica and Bianca look at each other amused at the words from the long-time veteran. He stares towards them both watching the reaction from his words being heard. A soft laugh coming from Jerry’s lips as his confidence slowly built deep inside his mind. Bianca knew Jerry wanted another shot at her title belt, not that she felt it should happen but shed was already planning something. As Veronica soon spoke up in her normal tone. That amused look on both their faces telling him he was starting to piss them off. Though, it wasn't his full intentions, he turns his attention towards Veronica. Her words being heard by him as she spoke in her normal tone.
Veronica Taylor: Oh, my first of all you don't speak to either one of us like that. And sidekick trust me were best friends we are there for each other no matter what. You can hate all you want that you fell short but don't be so rude to the stars of the show ugh!
Jerry Watts lets these words enter his mind before responding to Veronica. His eyes catching the way Bianca had nodded her head to the words Veronica had spoken. It was a sign they both had their best interest in each other. Every great team had this type of chemistry between them. Yet Jerry wouldn’t let that fact discourage him from the reason he showed up at Bianca’s doorway.
Jerry Watts: Sorry if I seem to have struck a nerve. You both do seem to have each-others back. Which is rare these days in the wrestling business. I don't hate that fact I'm starting to embrace it. If I was rude it's only because I feel robbed by the both of you.
Bianca Davis rolls her eyes about the comments as she and Veronica look at each other and start laughing loudly. Hearing those laughs come from the two women in front of him. He tries not to let it get to him instead, he shakes his head showing it didn't. Jerry watches for a moment as Bianca begins to roll her eyes. He could tell she wasn't buying any of his comments. Jerry had always believed that a fighting champion never needed to cheat to win. He was declared the winner that night but his victory was short lived due to Bianca still retaining her title. Jerry may have felt robbed by The Pretty Committee, however they didn't care at all. As, Bianca, soon began to speak in her usual tone. Jerry soon leans back against the hallway wall listening to Bianca speak once more.
Bianca Davis: Aw you were robbed? again I said I'd do anything to retain this title, and that is what I did. Don't hate the player, hate the game honey. You see, I always knew it was best to have friends in high places and I always do. So, think of it this little fight for the people thing is cute but more is needed to beat me.
Jerry Watts: Anyone with a great pair of eyes could tell I was robbed in our match. Yet you may have retained your precious title for now, It was I not you who was declared the winner. Do you want to know why that is though champ? It's because you stoop to a new low as a fighting champion. You care too much for the belt that you will do anything to keep it. You seem to think your friendship with Veronica here will buy you more borrowed time. Yet it's only a matter of time until she can longer help you at all.
These words leave his lips as he responded to Bianca, feeling a sense of pride built back inside him. Bianca Davis and Veronica Taylor looked at him with a smirk as Bianca once again spoke. He watched Bianca and Veronica looking at him as Bianca soon began speaking. His ears listening to everything she had said yet, his eyes were paying attention to the belt resting on her shoulder.
Bianca Davis: Again, you can cry foul all you want but at the end of the day. Yet you lost focus I mean I don't blame you. If I wasn't me, I'd be distracted by my looks as well. And we already conquered modeling and now I am conquering this sport. Nothing anyone can do to stop me.
Jerry Watts: No one's crying foul play, I do admit I happen to lose focus. Perhaps it was the glaring light above us or your beauty. Though, next time that even won't be able to cause me to lose sight on what matters. I have to say I love your confidence, it's a sign that you carry yourself with respect. A great champion would if they have become successful.
Jerry Watts: You want me to congratulate you champ? Well, then congratulations on stealing the win against me. We both know why you won and it's not because you're the greatest. its because your sidekick here came down to do your dirty work. You might be cunning but you are also in a way running out of time. While, you had outsmarted me due to your sidekicks help at the end. What will happen next time we meet?
Bianca Davis: For being the prettiest, smartest, and highest in demand superstar in SRW. And running out of time? Honey my time is just begging I was the longest reigning Conquest Champion in this companies history, and soon the Ascendant title will have my name in the record books, as its longest reigning champion.
Jerry Watts: You do happen to be right about that Bianca. You happen to be high in demand when it comes someone to wrestling against. As far as the prettiest and smartest, there might be some truth to that as well. Though, there are a lot of pretty faces out there it's called modeling. I do have to respect your motivation behind being one of the best champions this federation has seen. Yet something tells me you didn't get there without at least a helping hand.
Veronica and Bianca look at each other amused at the words from the long-time veteran. He stares towards them both watching the reaction from his words being heard. A soft laugh coming from Jerry’s lips as his confidence slowly built deep inside his mind. Bianca knew Jerry wanted another shot at her title belt, not that she felt it should happen but shed was already planning something. As Veronica soon spoke up in her normal tone. That amused look on both their faces telling him he was starting to piss them off. Though, it wasn't his full intentions, he turns his attention towards Veronica. Her words being heard by him as she spoke in her normal tone.
Veronica Taylor: Oh, my first of all you don't speak to either one of us like that. And sidekick trust me were best friends we are there for each other no matter what. You can hate all you want that you fell short but don't be so rude to the stars of the show ugh!
Jerry Watts lets these words enter his mind before responding to Veronica. His eyes catching the way Bianca had nodded her head to the words Veronica had spoken. It was a sign they both had their best interest in each other. Every great team had this type of chemistry between them. Yet Jerry wouldn’t let that fact discourage him from the reason he showed up at Bianca’s doorway.
Jerry Watts: Sorry if I seem to have struck a nerve. You both do seem to have each-others back. Which is rare these days in the wrestling business. I don't hate that fact I'm starting to embrace it. If I was rude it's only because I feel robbed by the both of you.
Bianca Davis rolls her eyes about the comments as she and Veronica look at each other and start laughing loudly. Hearing those laughs come from the two women in front of him. He tries not to let it get to him instead, he shakes his head showing it didn't. Jerry watches for a moment as Bianca begins to roll her eyes. He could tell she wasn't buying any of his comments. Jerry had always believed that a fighting champion never needed to cheat to win. He was declared the winner that night but his victory was short lived due to Bianca still retaining her title. Jerry may have felt robbed by The Pretty Committee, however they didn't care at all. As, Bianca, soon began to speak in her usual tone. Jerry soon leans back against the hallway wall listening to Bianca speak once more.
Bianca Davis: Aw you were robbed? again I said I'd do anything to retain this title, and that is what I did. Don't hate the player, hate the game honey. You see, I always knew it was best to have friends in high places and I always do. So, think of it this little fight for the people thing is cute but more is needed to beat me.
Jerry Watts: Anyone with a great pair of eyes could tell I was robbed in our match. Yet you may have retained your precious title for now, It was I not you who was declared the winner. Do you want to know why that is though champ? It's because you stoop to a new low as a fighting champion. You care too much for the belt that you will do anything to keep it. You seem to think your friendship with Veronica here will buy you more borrowed time. Yet it's only a matter of time until she can longer help you at all.
These words leave his lips as he responded to Bianca, feeling a sense of pride built back inside him. Bianca Davis and Veronica Taylor looked at him with a smirk as Bianca once again spoke. He watched Bianca and Veronica looking at him as Bianca soon began speaking. His ears listening to everything she had said yet, his eyes were paying attention to the belt resting on her shoulder.
Bianca Davis: Again, you can cry foul all you want but at the end of the day. Yet you lost focus I mean I don't blame you. If I wasn't me, I'd be distracted by my looks as well. And we already conquered modeling and now I am conquering this sport. Nothing anyone can do to stop me.
Jerry Watts: No one's crying foul play, I do admit I happen to lose focus. Perhaps it was the glaring light above us or your beauty. Though, next time that even won't be able to cause me to lose sight on what matters. I have to say I love your confidence, it's a sign that you carry yourself with respect. A great champion would if they have become successful.
Bianca Davis smirks keeping her hand her hip as Veronica stands by her. Veronica standing there with a matching smirk to the Ascendant Champion. Jerry sees Bianca smirk towards his direction, her hand placed firmly on her hip. He nods his head softly as he notices Veronica standing near Bianca with a prideful glare. Jerry takes his attention off the two ladies prideful looks. The Ascendant title shining in his eyes just teasing him that he didn't earn it. A problem he would soon find a fix to through the next coming weeks. The blonde Ascendant Champion Bianca Davis soon speaks in her arrogant tone.
Bianca Davis: I wouldn't blame you as I said I am a distraction that's not my fault. And, yes I am an amazing champion and I will be the Queen of SRW. The PC shall rule this place that is fact, now why did you come?
Jerry Watts: I am here to call you out once again Bianca. The way the last match ended we have some unfinished business. While, the Pretty Committee may dream of one day running this place. There's one wrestler standing in both of your way, that wrestler happens to be me.
The same arrogant tone given by Bianca had been returned to her by Jerry Watts. He smirks with his hand running up towards the Ascendants title face plate. He lets his fingers brush off a bit of a smear given by the fingers of Bianca. He wanted the belt to come in a great condition when he won it from her. Bianca lets out a chuckle hearing this chuckle come from the lips of Bianca. Jerry laughs a bit softly knowing he was telling the truth. Jerry takes notice of Bianca’s laugh soon becoming a smirk on her face. A proud smug smirk embraces Bianca’s lips, making sure to keep the smug smirk on her face. She then flips her hair out of her face, keeping her eyes on the long-time veteran. As Bianca Davis once began to speak Jerry listens to her response. Feeling it would be a great match between them. At that moment he smirks back watching her closely from a short distance.
Bianca Davis: You standing in our way that isn't smart we tend to make examples out those and I wouldn't want that to happen to you, you know? And as far as a match goes? Let’s be honest why should have you?
Jerry Watts: Oh, I believe me standing in your way is a smart idea. You see I intend on showing this federation I deserve to be a champion again. By being in your way it helps because you claim to be the best champion in this federation. You tried to make me an example last week. i have to ask dear Bianca, how does it feel to know I'm still standing? You should do this match because we both know it was a hell of a match. A match that should happen again to bring more recognition to the belt you preciously cling to.
Jerry responds as he looked back at Bianca. His attention fully on her as the two had talked that night. Though, Jerry stayed focused on his hardcore title match. He knew it would be a defining moment for him. A moment where he would once again reclaim confidence as a hardcore champion in SRW. Though, it was the Ascendant championship that was suppose-to be his. A title he still wanted to conquer and had his eyes on from a distance.
Bianca soon notices Jerry Watts eyes on her Ascendant title. As if for a moment he had a chance at winning her belt from her. She took pride in knowing she was the queen of Southern Rebellion Wrestling. A superior competitor compared to the man eyeing her title at that moment. She lets off a soft laugh hearing Jerry's challenge for her belt. It was like Jerry didn't get enough the last time they had fought each other.
Bianca Davis: You're right it was a hell of a match won by the queen of Southern Rebellion Wrestling. You want another ass kicking so badly don't you Jerry? I bet its eating you alive that I'm still the Ascendant Champion. It's clear you haven't learned your lesson, so I will take great pride in teaching you it again at Winter Mayhem. As for now here's a taste of what’s to come when we meet again.
Bianca Davis: I wouldn't blame you as I said I am a distraction that's not my fault. And, yes I am an amazing champion and I will be the Queen of SRW. The PC shall rule this place that is fact, now why did you come?
Jerry Watts: I am here to call you out once again Bianca. The way the last match ended we have some unfinished business. While, the Pretty Committee may dream of one day running this place. There's one wrestler standing in both of your way, that wrestler happens to be me.
The same arrogant tone given by Bianca had been returned to her by Jerry Watts. He smirks with his hand running up towards the Ascendants title face plate. He lets his fingers brush off a bit of a smear given by the fingers of Bianca. He wanted the belt to come in a great condition when he won it from her. Bianca lets out a chuckle hearing this chuckle come from the lips of Bianca. Jerry laughs a bit softly knowing he was telling the truth. Jerry takes notice of Bianca’s laugh soon becoming a smirk on her face. A proud smug smirk embraces Bianca’s lips, making sure to keep the smug smirk on her face. She then flips her hair out of her face, keeping her eyes on the long-time veteran. As Bianca Davis once began to speak Jerry listens to her response. Feeling it would be a great match between them. At that moment he smirks back watching her closely from a short distance.
Bianca Davis: You standing in our way that isn't smart we tend to make examples out those and I wouldn't want that to happen to you, you know? And as far as a match goes? Let’s be honest why should have you?
Jerry Watts: Oh, I believe me standing in your way is a smart idea. You see I intend on showing this federation I deserve to be a champion again. By being in your way it helps because you claim to be the best champion in this federation. You tried to make me an example last week. i have to ask dear Bianca, how does it feel to know I'm still standing? You should do this match because we both know it was a hell of a match. A match that should happen again to bring more recognition to the belt you preciously cling to.
Jerry responds as he looked back at Bianca. His attention fully on her as the two had talked that night. Though, Jerry stayed focused on his hardcore title match. He knew it would be a defining moment for him. A moment where he would once again reclaim confidence as a hardcore champion in SRW. Though, it was the Ascendant championship that was suppose-to be his. A title he still wanted to conquer and had his eyes on from a distance.
Bianca soon notices Jerry Watts eyes on her Ascendant title. As if for a moment he had a chance at winning her belt from her. She took pride in knowing she was the queen of Southern Rebellion Wrestling. A superior competitor compared to the man eyeing her title at that moment. She lets off a soft laugh hearing Jerry's challenge for her belt. It was like Jerry didn't get enough the last time they had fought each other.
Bianca Davis: You're right it was a hell of a match won by the queen of Southern Rebellion Wrestling. You want another ass kicking so badly don't you Jerry? I bet its eating you alive that I'm still the Ascendant Champion. It's clear you haven't learned your lesson, so I will take great pride in teaching you it again at Winter Mayhem. As for now here's a taste of what’s to come when we meet again.
These words shiver off the lips of the Ascendant Champion. She sees Jerry turning his attention towards Veronica, whom at the moment was making her way back inside the locker room. It had been her perfect moment to strike against the seasoned veteran. She lifts up her belt that rested against her shoulder, holding it firmly between her hands she lounges forward striking Jerry in the face with the front metal plate of her belt. Jerry's head connects with the belt as it swiftly swings against his flesh. His hand runs up to rest on his forehead while he shakes off the cheap shot given from Bianca.
Jerry Watts: That the best you got? If so you don't have shit.
Bianca Davis: You're so hard headed its cute and ironic at the same time. Though, that was just the start of your long-taught lesson.
Bianca Davis: You're so hard headed its cute and ironic at the same time. Though, that was just the start of your long-taught lesson.
These words are exchanged between the two competitors. Bianca's eyes watching closely when Jerry stumbles back a bit from the belt hitting his face. This had given her a opening to send her boot towards the man’s gut area. From this kick to the gut she manages to cause Jerry to fall to his knees. Jerry soon holds his rib cage as he coughed a bit from the painful kick. Jerry looks up into Bianca's eyes as she sends a right hook towards the man’s face. A smirk comes to embrace over her lips before, she turns her back against the man. A feeling of satisfaction coming over her as she enjoyed what had just happened. Bianca starts walking into the locker room, her hand closing the door shortly.
Bianca Davis: Sorry not sorry! I'll see you at Winter Mayhem, let’s hope you can still make it after your match tonight.
These words escape her lips before the door closes. The last thing the cameras catch is Jerry starting to stand up to his feet. He makes his way down the hallway, his right hand holding his gut as the cameras glanced upon him. A bit more confident in his chances against Bianca at Winter Mayhem. Though, he had to stay focused on the match at hand that night. It would be a defining moment between former hardcore champions, a current hard headed champion and a hopeful number one contender. All of which had been hungry for the spotlight that came with the chance of being a champion. Yet he was the one who would show the world he was more than hungry that night. He was determined to become a champion once again in SRW. At that moment the camera fades to a black transition getting ready to go back to the ring for the next match.
Spazz: The fuck Jerry?! You just lettin' those bitches beat you up like that?!!
Koss: He's got a championship bout later tonight and the last thing he needs is to get injured before such a grueling competition, especially in a hardcore environment.
Spazz: If Bianca started shit with me, I'd knock the gold fillings out her mouth!
Koss: But you'd leave the taste?
Spazz: Nah, she ain't gots no taste, dawg.
HARDCORE TITLE MATCH
PSYCHO MAGUIRE-VS-JERRY WATTS-VS-KATIE CHAOS-
It is absolute pandemonium and chaos from the start as Psycho goes after both Jerry and Katie with a barbwire wrapped steel chair before the bell even rings. Katie doesn't stand long, ducking out after one chair shot and rolling out of the ring to let Jerry take the brunt of the assault. Psycho lives up to her name as she starts hitting Jerry with a staple gun while he's down, laughing maniacally. Jerry turns the tide with a wicked foot sweep that takes Psycho's legs out from under her. He then grabs a wrapped bundle of light tubes and breaks them over Psycho's head, then stomps hoists her up for a Michinoku Driver over the pile of broken glass Katie Chaos moves in with a Wiffle Ball Bat and bonks him across the head during his pin attempt. This annoys Jerry, who promptly goes after Katie, who tosses the bat aside and starts to randomly crab walk in the middle of the ring. The confusion that results costs him as Psycho rushes in from behind with the KISS THIS CLAW! He howls in pain as his balls are brutally squeezed in Psycho's hand. Katie Chaos then rushes in and smashes a glass jar over Jerry's head, dropping him and when Psycho goes to attack her, Katie holds her hands up shouting, "NONONONONO! I'M ON YOUR SIDE! PIN HIM!!!"
Psycho eyeballs Katie, then goes for the pin. 1-2-THR-WTF? Katie Chaos slides under Psycho and on top of Jerry, trying to steal the win but the referee is confused by the act. Katie screams, "COUNT COUNT COUNT!" Psycho snarls and gathers her up by the hair. She suddenly applies a painful shoulder claw on Psycho that catches her off guard, but only serves to piss her off as she promptly decks Katie right then and there! Psycho turns around and right into THE ICONIC DROP!!!! He makes the cover and 1-2-THRRRE-PULLLED THROUGH THE ROPES!!!
Jerry Watts finds himself pulled through the ropes and hit with a pair of crutches to the gut, followed by a steel chair to the back of the head! IT'S THE PRETTY COMMITTEE AT RINGSIDE! The duo assault Jerry, halting him from winning the hardcore championship. Do you know who is winning the championship? 1-2-3, Katie Chaos steals the victory!!!
WINNER AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION: KATIE CHAOS!!!
Jerry Watts fights off Bianca and Veronica Taylor, sending them packing but the duo laughs as he looks on in horror at Katie Chaos holding the Hardcore Championship with an indifferent look on her disheveled face. She just shrugs and slips out of the ring, walking up front as Jerry looks on, utterly dumbfounded with his hands on his hips. In the ring, Psycho has just come too and has found out the news. Despite the throbbing in her head, she loses all sense of self control as she starts kicking around various weapons and implements in the ring, completely outraged by the conclusion of this match.
Spazz: MOTHERFUCKER WAS RRRROOOOBBBBBBEEEDDD!!!!
Koss: The Pretty committee came out here and disrupted this entire Hardcore Title Match!
Spazz: Shit wouldn't have happened if Forge was here yo! He'd straight up Columbian Neck-Tie some bitches!
Koss: The fans are incensed beyond reason! There's trash flying through the air and of all the people to be champion, I never expected Katie Chaos to be it!
Spazz: She's about as hardcore as a fucking Puppy farm dawg.
Koss: I hate to speak ill of anyone with regards to titles, but I doubt she'll be holding that championship for very long at all.
Woman: I have finally made it to Southern Rebellion Wrestling. The big time. For those who don’t know me, allow me to introduce myself. I am “Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page and you’ll probably grow to be very annoyed with me if not full blown despise me. I just have that effect on people. Just ask those around the locker room that do know me.
Tiffany stops and smiles.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: I have never shied away from who or what I am. Unlike most of the world I accept all of us for what we truly are.... And that is greedy. I want what I want, how I want it, and when I want without any delay in my gratification. What I want to do now that I am in SRW is to outright dominate and be the driving force in SRW. Doubt me if you want but you’ll have a lot of eggs on your face when I prove you wrong. Then I’ll make you admit that you are wrong in front of the world when you must pay homage to me.
Tiffany walks into the backyard where a fountain of water is heard in the background. Tiffany walks over to a table under an umbrella that is looking out at the pool. Three women are sitting at the table.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: These three women right here will no doubt be stand outs here in SRW. As you all probably know there are my two younger sisters, Vanessa and Danielle, who will no doubt become the SRW Tag Team champions.
Danielle winks at the camera while Vanessa smiles.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Then this lovely lady is Justice Orton-Cross. A woman who has been a World Champion several times over and will no doubt make an impact on SRW, as well. Then to top it all off, my man, who is getting prepared to win back the SRW Hardcore title will take SRW as a whole to a whole nother level and will definitely be sitting on the throne of SRW as King. Everything is all set in motion and none of you can stop it. That is just the way life is boys and girls.
Tiffany sits down in an empty chair next to her sister, Vanessa, and chuckles.
Psycho eyeballs Katie, then goes for the pin. 1-2-THR-WTF? Katie Chaos slides under Psycho and on top of Jerry, trying to steal the win but the referee is confused by the act. Katie screams, "COUNT COUNT COUNT!" Psycho snarls and gathers her up by the hair. She suddenly applies a painful shoulder claw on Psycho that catches her off guard, but only serves to piss her off as she promptly decks Katie right then and there! Psycho turns around and right into THE ICONIC DROP!!!! He makes the cover and 1-2-THRRRE-PULLLED THROUGH THE ROPES!!!
Jerry Watts finds himself pulled through the ropes and hit with a pair of crutches to the gut, followed by a steel chair to the back of the head! IT'S THE PRETTY COMMITTEE AT RINGSIDE! The duo assault Jerry, halting him from winning the hardcore championship. Do you know who is winning the championship? 1-2-3, Katie Chaos steals the victory!!!
WINNER AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION: KATIE CHAOS!!!
Jerry Watts fights off Bianca and Veronica Taylor, sending them packing but the duo laughs as he looks on in horror at Katie Chaos holding the Hardcore Championship with an indifferent look on her disheveled face. She just shrugs and slips out of the ring, walking up front as Jerry looks on, utterly dumbfounded with his hands on his hips. In the ring, Psycho has just come too and has found out the news. Despite the throbbing in her head, she loses all sense of self control as she starts kicking around various weapons and implements in the ring, completely outraged by the conclusion of this match.
Spazz: MOTHERFUCKER WAS RRRROOOOBBBBBBEEEDDD!!!!
Koss: The Pretty committee came out here and disrupted this entire Hardcore Title Match!
Spazz: Shit wouldn't have happened if Forge was here yo! He'd straight up Columbian Neck-Tie some bitches!
Koss: The fans are incensed beyond reason! There's trash flying through the air and of all the people to be champion, I never expected Katie Chaos to be it!
Spazz: She's about as hardcore as a fucking Puppy farm dawg.
Koss: I hate to speak ill of anyone with regards to titles, but I doubt she'll be holding that championship for very long at all.
SEGMENT
Walking through the hallways of a home on a plush estate is a beautiful blonde woman. As her heels clank against the wood floor she makes a left turn walking into the house’s living room.Woman: I have finally made it to Southern Rebellion Wrestling. The big time. For those who don’t know me, allow me to introduce myself. I am “Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page and you’ll probably grow to be very annoyed with me if not full blown despise me. I just have that effect on people. Just ask those around the locker room that do know me.
Tiffany stops and smiles.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: I have never shied away from who or what I am. Unlike most of the world I accept all of us for what we truly are.... And that is greedy. I want what I want, how I want it, and when I want without any delay in my gratification. What I want to do now that I am in SRW is to outright dominate and be the driving force in SRW. Doubt me if you want but you’ll have a lot of eggs on your face when I prove you wrong. Then I’ll make you admit that you are wrong in front of the world when you must pay homage to me.
Tiffany walks into the backyard where a fountain of water is heard in the background. Tiffany walks over to a table under an umbrella that is looking out at the pool. Three women are sitting at the table.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: These three women right here will no doubt be stand outs here in SRW. As you all probably know there are my two younger sisters, Vanessa and Danielle, who will no doubt become the SRW Tag Team champions.
Danielle winks at the camera while Vanessa smiles.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Then this lovely lady is Justice Orton-Cross. A woman who has been a World Champion several times over and will no doubt make an impact on SRW, as well. Then to top it all off, my man, who is getting prepared to win back the SRW Hardcore title will take SRW as a whole to a whole nother level and will definitely be sitting on the throne of SRW as King. Everything is all set in motion and none of you can stop it. That is just the way life is boys and girls.
Tiffany sits down in an empty chair next to her sister, Vanessa, and chuckles.
-ALEX CARJABAL-VS-TRACY DIXON-
The bout begins with a hard lock up, Alex using a slight leverage advantage to push Tracy back one step only to suddenly find herself explosively shoved across the ring! Alex back rolls to a crouch, glaring with wild-eyed surprise at Tracy who just slaps her chest and flexes her thick arms and a roar. The two collide in short order with Alex getting rocked by a shoulder block, but recovering quickly. She ducks a rebound clothesline from Tracy, then hits the ropes. The two snap off the ropes and Alex leaps over Tracy with front flip, tuck and roll to her feet. Tracy stops, spins around and eats a hard back kick to the gut, followed by a jawbreaker transitioning right into a faceplant DDT and pinfall! Kick out at two and the two are on their feet, but Tracy is snockered by that wicked DDT, opening her up to SWEATING BULLETS! Tracy drops and Alex follows up with a backflip double knee drop to the guts and another pin, but Tracy rolls the shoulder yet again! Alex gathers her up and shouts DIOS ES UNA BALAAAA!!!! And pulls her in for the Ripcord Elbow but TRACY DUCKS and drops Bullet with a hard powerslam!!! Tracy rises to her feet, stumbling into a far corner while Alex gets up, getting her teeth and slumping into the opposite corner. She turns in time to see the massive bulk of Tracy flying at her, hitting THE KENTUCKY BLIND DATE!!!
Alex stumbles forward and falls to her knees. Tracy pulls her into an inverted headlock, but suddenly Alex flips her leg forward, cracking her in the forehead with a knee, stopping her from locking on the CASE CLOSED. Alex tucks and rolls forward, then rushes in on Tracy, backing her into the corner where she climbs onto the second rope and violently batters her forehead with elbow, forearm, and knuckle strikes. A shove from Tracy send her into a back roll to a stand. Alex bullrushes Tracy once more, but finds herself caught and MOONSHINE MAKEOVER!!!! Tracy falls across Bullet and the stun combined by the weight completely on her shoulders leads to the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: TRACY DIXON!!!!
Spazz: This is the night of motherfucking upsets!
Koss: Bullet gave one hell of a match against a very game Tracy Dixon, but in the end, Tracy edges out the competition and I can tell this match took alot out of her. I have to worry if she'll be 100% by the time of Winter Mayhem coming in roughly two weeks!
Spazz: Last event of 2020 yo! Don't fuckin' miss it!
The familiar voice of Ursula Von Rossbach echoes from the shadows. Heavy clomps of thick, hardened boot heels are heard as the Lady Terminator enters the narrow cone of light shining down upon the centermost spot of a cold, concrete floored room. In her hand is a beautiful red flower that bares the same name as her opponent this night.
UVR: Time and again we have faced, Rose and each of our encounters have left you a little wiser, a little stronger, but whereas you gain in increments, I have grown leaps and bounds between each encounter. Always evolving and growing more skilled and powerful with each passing bout, you must surely ask why it is that you fall to me at every turn.
She twists and turns the rose in her hand, carefully avoiding the prickly thorns on the stem.
UVR: You work out, possess a trim, fit, and very athletic physique and train everyday to combat all manner of threats and yet when you face me, you are always so quiet. You do not step forward and make declarations or even modest intentions. It is rare anyone sees you in front of a camera to cut a promotional to hype your own matches. You even humor social media less than I, so that leads me to wonder if you lack confidence. Uncertainty and doubt are a side-effect of fear, the ultimate mind-killer.
Suddenly Ursula pricks her finger on a thorn, deliberately. She doesn't even recognize the obvious pain as blood trickles from a now open wound.
UVR: Your silence is a quiet admission of defeat before the battle has even begun. Should my prediction come true, this fact shall be why. Stand up and be heard, beautiful rose and declare that you are truly as deadly as you think you are and perhaps you *might* prove me wrong.
The Lady Terminator then lets the rose drop from her fingers to the floor, the camera following it. Ursula casually steps on the flower, crushing it beneath her boot heel as she steps out of frame.
Alex stumbles forward and falls to her knees. Tracy pulls her into an inverted headlock, but suddenly Alex flips her leg forward, cracking her in the forehead with a knee, stopping her from locking on the CASE CLOSED. Alex tucks and rolls forward, then rushes in on Tracy, backing her into the corner where she climbs onto the second rope and violently batters her forehead with elbow, forearm, and knuckle strikes. A shove from Tracy send her into a back roll to a stand. Alex bullrushes Tracy once more, but finds herself caught and MOONSHINE MAKEOVER!!!! Tracy falls across Bullet and the stun combined by the weight completely on her shoulders leads to the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: TRACY DIXON!!!!
Spazz: This is the night of motherfucking upsets!
Koss: Bullet gave one hell of a match against a very game Tracy Dixon, but in the end, Tracy edges out the competition and I can tell this match took alot out of her. I have to worry if she'll be 100% by the time of Winter Mayhem coming in roughly two weeks!
Spazz: Last event of 2020 yo! Don't fuckin' miss it!
SEGMENT
"A rose by any other name is still a rose...."The familiar voice of Ursula Von Rossbach echoes from the shadows. Heavy clomps of thick, hardened boot heels are heard as the Lady Terminator enters the narrow cone of light shining down upon the centermost spot of a cold, concrete floored room. In her hand is a beautiful red flower that bares the same name as her opponent this night.
UVR: Time and again we have faced, Rose and each of our encounters have left you a little wiser, a little stronger, but whereas you gain in increments, I have grown leaps and bounds between each encounter. Always evolving and growing more skilled and powerful with each passing bout, you must surely ask why it is that you fall to me at every turn.
She twists and turns the rose in her hand, carefully avoiding the prickly thorns on the stem.
UVR: You work out, possess a trim, fit, and very athletic physique and train everyday to combat all manner of threats and yet when you face me, you are always so quiet. You do not step forward and make declarations or even modest intentions. It is rare anyone sees you in front of a camera to cut a promotional to hype your own matches. You even humor social media less than I, so that leads me to wonder if you lack confidence. Uncertainty and doubt are a side-effect of fear, the ultimate mind-killer.
Suddenly Ursula pricks her finger on a thorn, deliberately. She doesn't even recognize the obvious pain as blood trickles from a now open wound.
UVR: Your silence is a quiet admission of defeat before the battle has even begun. Should my prediction come true, this fact shall be why. Stand up and be heard, beautiful rose and declare that you are truly as deadly as you think you are and perhaps you *might* prove me wrong.
The Lady Terminator then lets the rose drop from her fingers to the floor, the camera following it. Ursula casually steps on the flower, crushing it beneath her boot heel as she steps out of frame.
NON-TITLE MATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-ROSE-
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-ROSE-
The two most muscular women in SRW collide in an epic test of strength that sees Rose fighting back hard against Ursula's overwhelming power. She's forced backwards, but suddenly locks on TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY as she throws her legs around Ursula's waist, compressing her abdomen with all her might. As Ursula fights to free herself from this powerful leg trap, Rose batters her with hard lefts and rights, trying to stagger her foe! Suddenly Ursula bends back and then lurches forward with a thunderous spinebuster that forces Rose to release the hold! The Lady Terminator slips one leg, turning from guard to half mount and proceeds to batter Rose on the ground with brutal, punishing forearm shots. Rose sneaks an arm through, pushing Ursula's head back as far as she can, but this allows Ursula to take an arm! She pulls her fore up into a double chickenwing, but Rose slips free and rolls Ursula into a Victory Roll up pin! Ursula kicks out and the two get to their feet! GREAT KICK MISSES as Rose side steps and catches Ursula with a STEEP German Suplex and pin! Kickout out at two once again!
The two are on their feet as Rose moves in with speed that surprises UVR, locking on EYE OF THE BEHOLDER! She doesn't hold Ursula long in the bearhug and an ear pop sends he staggering back, opening her up for THE GASTRIZINE KICK!!!! Rose is winded, dropping to her knees. As she sucks in air, Ursula locks on THE GREAT LOCK! Rose fights with all her might, outlasting many others who had found themselves in the hold but dead center in the middle of the ring and no other options available, she's forced to tap out!
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: URSULA VON ROSSBACH!!!
Koss: Ursula Von Rossbach stays true to form, but Rose certainly put up a markedly better fight than compared to their last outing!
Spazz: Urs is a scary strong, scary tough, scary bitch who will rip yo' ass in half like a phonebook!
Samantha Tolson sits on a small stool in front of her locker, dressed for her battle with Chris Styles. Black boots, black knee pads, along with a black and gold singlet covered by her lavender 'Bombs Away' t-shirt make up tonight's ensemble, her hair back in a long ponytail.
"So tonight, Chris Styles and I go one on one. It's a match I'm looking forward to a lot."
"But before I address that, there's an elephant in the room I need to discuss. That's you, Ursula Von Rossbach."
"You see, for weeks now since you became Queen of the South Champion, you've talked about me so much. Virtually every time you have a camera recording your thoughts, my name is coming from your lips. And all unchecked."
"Why? That's the question I'm asked over and over again both here in Georgia and elsewhere as well. Why have I not responded to the vitriol you've spewed for so long now?"
"The answer is...complicated. Let it just be said that there is a time for rebuttal, and for me it hasn't come just yet. It will, of course, but that time isn't right now. But I have to confess that something is bothering me about it all."
"Why. Why do you continue to prattle on about me when you've done what you said you would do?"
Samantha puts her finger to her chin, tapping it as she speaks.
"There's a reason I'm still on your mind. I can't say what it is, of course. Yet there remains a reason why, after capturing the title you so dearly wanted, you continue on."
"Hmm…"
Samantha continues to tap her chin, thinking intently yet silent for a few moments.
"Admittedly I'm flummoxed. This isn't your usual modus operandi, Ursula, so there's got to be something in your head that's rendered you unable to move forward. Perhaps one day we'll all find out together."
"Now let's focus on matters currently in front of us, shall we?"
Samantha's posture and demeanor change, and she sits up a little straighter.
"My apologies Chris, but that's something I needed to get off my chest. I couldn't help but clear the air a little."
"I know you have an upcoming shot at Ursula's title. I know full well how badly you want to build momentum for that match. As a World Champion who chased her title for over seven months, I'm in complete agreement with the philosophy."
"But I won't be a stepping stone for you. I won't allow you to build that momentum at my expense. I'm in need of a little good juju around here myself."
"Tonight, my friend, I begin building said momentum toward what is inevitable...me and Ursula going to war."
"It truly pains me that it has to start with you. It really does. I don't like the idea. However, I am also a professional, and it's my job to put you down for the night."
"So all I can do is apologize in advance. But it has to begin somewhere."
"Unfortunately...that's tonight."
"See you in the ring."
Samantha stands and begins her stretching routine as the camera fades away.
The two are on their feet as Rose moves in with speed that surprises UVR, locking on EYE OF THE BEHOLDER! She doesn't hold Ursula long in the bearhug and an ear pop sends he staggering back, opening her up for THE GASTRIZINE KICK!!!! Rose is winded, dropping to her knees. As she sucks in air, Ursula locks on THE GREAT LOCK! Rose fights with all her might, outlasting many others who had found themselves in the hold but dead center in the middle of the ring and no other options available, she's forced to tap out!
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: URSULA VON ROSSBACH!!!
Koss: Ursula Von Rossbach stays true to form, but Rose certainly put up a markedly better fight than compared to their last outing!
Spazz: Urs is a scary strong, scary tough, scary bitch who will rip yo' ass in half like a phonebook!
SEGMENT
Samantha Tolson sits on a small stool in front of her locker, dressed for her battle with Chris Styles. Black boots, black knee pads, along with a black and gold singlet covered by her lavender 'Bombs Away' t-shirt make up tonight's ensemble, her hair back in a long ponytail.
"So tonight, Chris Styles and I go one on one. It's a match I'm looking forward to a lot."
"But before I address that, there's an elephant in the room I need to discuss. That's you, Ursula Von Rossbach."
"You see, for weeks now since you became Queen of the South Champion, you've talked about me so much. Virtually every time you have a camera recording your thoughts, my name is coming from your lips. And all unchecked."
"Why? That's the question I'm asked over and over again both here in Georgia and elsewhere as well. Why have I not responded to the vitriol you've spewed for so long now?"
"The answer is...complicated. Let it just be said that there is a time for rebuttal, and for me it hasn't come just yet. It will, of course, but that time isn't right now. But I have to confess that something is bothering me about it all."
"Why. Why do you continue to prattle on about me when you've done what you said you would do?"
Samantha puts her finger to her chin, tapping it as she speaks.
"There's a reason I'm still on your mind. I can't say what it is, of course. Yet there remains a reason why, after capturing the title you so dearly wanted, you continue on."
"Hmm…"
Samantha continues to tap her chin, thinking intently yet silent for a few moments.
"Admittedly I'm flummoxed. This isn't your usual modus operandi, Ursula, so there's got to be something in your head that's rendered you unable to move forward. Perhaps one day we'll all find out together."
"Now let's focus on matters currently in front of us, shall we?"
Samantha's posture and demeanor change, and she sits up a little straighter.
"My apologies Chris, but that's something I needed to get off my chest. I couldn't help but clear the air a little."
"I know you have an upcoming shot at Ursula's title. I know full well how badly you want to build momentum for that match. As a World Champion who chased her title for over seven months, I'm in complete agreement with the philosophy."
"But I won't be a stepping stone for you. I won't allow you to build that momentum at my expense. I'm in need of a little good juju around here myself."
"Tonight, my friend, I begin building said momentum toward what is inevitable...me and Ursula going to war."
"It truly pains me that it has to start with you. It really does. I don't like the idea. However, I am also a professional, and it's my job to put you down for the night."
"So all I can do is apologize in advance. But it has to begin somewhere."
"Unfortunately...that's tonight."
"See you in the ring."
Samantha stands and begins her stretching routine as the camera fades away.
-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-CHRIS STYLES-
Early on, Sammy T found herself in an uphill battle against the larger, more powerful Chris Styles! Tolson, knowing full well she couldn't match his strength, didn't bother to lock up and instead began to misdirect and out-maneuver him with fake outs, quick hit and run shots, and just in general, maximizing her higher maneuverability and natural agility to stay one step ahead of her massive foe. Chris's frustration was thinly veiled by a megawatt smile and a few head shakes as Sam seemed to keep hitting those moves until finally a big grapple and backdrop suplex puts Chris down in the first pin of the night. He kicks out at two and as Sam comes at him this time, he manages a successful fake out, going for a grapple, only to side step and catch her with THE STYLES SMASH! Samantha flips wildly up and over, flopping down on her stomach. Chris rolls her over and folds her up for a pin, but Sammy T ain't dead yet, kicking out at two and three quarters! Chris gets to his feet and catches a kick aimed at his gut, then pulls Samantha in for a T-bone suplex!!! She lands with a skid, but gets to her feet, though on shaky legs with a bit of a stumble. Chris rushes in from behind with a running kick to the back, sending her chest first into the corner. Chris lifts her up in the air, climbing up behind her but a back elbow from Samantha halts him. She then catches his head over the shoulder, flips up and over to drive him to the canvas with a spectacular modified Diamond Cutter! Kickout at two with Chris Styles exploding to his feet, angry that his own move had been used against him! Sam just grins wickedly at him.
Chris comes at her with anger, throwing fists wildly, which Samantha manages to duck and weave through only to boot Chris in the gut and hit MIND YOUR HEAD!!!! Down Chris goes and Sammy falls across him for a quick pin, but a kickout at two and a third yet again! The two enter into a brawl which ends with Chris overpowering Sammy but not for long as a miss-swung arm ends with him on the canvas in a tight cross armbar! Much like Ursula Von Rossbach would do, Chris rolls to his knees, then rises to his feet, holding his hand as he lifts Tolson in the armbar hold with both arms. At the apex of his lift, however, Sam lets go and twists around to bring him crashing to the canvas with a modified japanese arm drag! He tucks and rolls to his feet, ringing his arm, only to have his eyes go wide as he's lifted up and over with a wicked RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Chris hits the canvas with a skid, but rolls to his feet, clearly gritting his teeth in frustration and pain. The two rush in at each other in a surprisingly technical exchange of holds that at first sees Chris coming out on top with a hammerlock backdrop suplex but instead of finishing, Samantha frees her arm, rolls over his back and manages the impressive feat of hoisting Chris up and drilling him with THE VICTORY DROP ALPHA! 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: SAMANTHA TOLSON!!!
Post Match: Samantha pumps her fist in the air and falls into the ropes, utterly spent from her contest. She looks down the aisle and sees the silhouetted form of a woman she knows all too well emerging through the entrance arch with the Queen of the South Championship on her shoulder. She claps her hands in applause, nodding at Samantha. All Tolson can do is stare back at her with venom as the Lady Terminator offers a small, coy smile, then turns and walks away.
Spazz: Ursula is watchin' you, Sammy Tols and not like I do!
Koss: When that battle goes down, you'd best believe that we're going to be witnessing World War III Armageddon in wrestling format!
Spazz: ALL HAIL THE APOCALYPSE!!!
Chris comes at her with anger, throwing fists wildly, which Samantha manages to duck and weave through only to boot Chris in the gut and hit MIND YOUR HEAD!!!! Down Chris goes and Sammy falls across him for a quick pin, but a kickout at two and a third yet again! The two enter into a brawl which ends with Chris overpowering Sammy but not for long as a miss-swung arm ends with him on the canvas in a tight cross armbar! Much like Ursula Von Rossbach would do, Chris rolls to his knees, then rises to his feet, holding his hand as he lifts Tolson in the armbar hold with both arms. At the apex of his lift, however, Sam lets go and twists around to bring him crashing to the canvas with a modified japanese arm drag! He tucks and rolls to his feet, ringing his arm, only to have his eyes go wide as he's lifted up and over with a wicked RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Chris hits the canvas with a skid, but rolls to his feet, clearly gritting his teeth in frustration and pain. The two rush in at each other in a surprisingly technical exchange of holds that at first sees Chris coming out on top with a hammerlock backdrop suplex but instead of finishing, Samantha frees her arm, rolls over his back and manages the impressive feat of hoisting Chris up and drilling him with THE VICTORY DROP ALPHA! 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: SAMANTHA TOLSON!!!
Post Match: Samantha pumps her fist in the air and falls into the ropes, utterly spent from her contest. She looks down the aisle and sees the silhouetted form of a woman she knows all too well emerging through the entrance arch with the Queen of the South Championship on her shoulder. She claps her hands in applause, nodding at Samantha. All Tolson can do is stare back at her with venom as the Lady Terminator offers a small, coy smile, then turns and walks away.
Spazz: Ursula is watchin' you, Sammy Tols and not like I do!
Koss: When that battle goes down, you'd best believe that we're going to be witnessing World War III Armageddon in wrestling format!
Spazz: ALL HAIL THE APOCALYPSE!!!
MAIN EVENT
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
-LUTHER THUNDER(C)-VS-JULIET BLACK-
Despite the massive disparity in height between the massive Luther Thunder and the much smaller Juliet Black, one thing becomes clear real quick, Juliet is far from afraid and even opens with a cheeky slap to the face followed by a blistering chop to Luther's chest and a solid kick to the inside of his knee, buckling it in a manner that allowed for a low orbit dropkick to take the leg completely out, dropping him painfully on that knee! Juliet's is as quick as she is ruthless, not letting up on Luther as she delivers repeated knees to his head while he's down. Yet with one hand, he sends her flailing back across the ring. She skids to the far rope, but kips to her feet as Luther gets up enraged! Juliet rushes in full steam and ducks a lariat, stopping to once again dropkick that knee and almost dropping him again! She promptly follows up by leaping on some nearby ropes and hitting a springboard BARE KNUCKLE GLAM!!! Luther falls on that knee yet again, shaking his head and trying to clear the cob webs. Juliet goes for her infamous running Curb Stomp, but Luther sits up, letting her foot stomp down on the canvas hard. She stumbles, off balance and right into his hand, which he then lifts her up by her chest and violently pancakes Juliet to the canvas! He decides to go for a little flare with a falling elbow drop but Juliet manages to roll out of the way. He gets to his feet, wringing his arm as yet again, she hits the leg, this time with a solid smacking kick that has him growling in pain. Luther goes for a backhand and Juliet ducks under it, flips over it, and manages to drag his big frame to the canvas for a quick armlock. There she starts to yank and wrench his fingers and wrist for a moment.
He grabs a handful of her hair, yanking it back, but she just smiles wickedly and starts pulling his thumb backwards! Luther is the first to roar in pain, letting to of her hair only to slug her against the side of her head. Juliet finds herself in the ropes and before she can dislodge herself, Luther's boot meets her chest, effectively shooting her through the ropes to the outside in a heap. The monstrous rises in the ring, hulking, imposing, and fuming with anger. Outside the ring, his wife Esme taunts Juliet, talking a trash train a mile long, only for Juliet to hop to her feet far too quickly! An unprepared Esme eats the BARE KNUCKLE GLAM and before she even gets completely down, a running knee collides with her head, knocking her out! Luther roars and drops down out of the ring, going straight for Juliet. Black picks up Esme and slings her into Luther who does his best to catch her and minimize harm. This is enough of a distraction for Juliet to nail him with multiple fast Shoot Kicks to his already hurt knee, followed by a roundhouse kick that staggers him.
She mercilessly attacks him with stiff forearm shots but in the midst of them, he catches her arm and wrenches it into a brutal, painful angle that has her hissing in pain. "TOUCH MY WIFE?! I'LL SNAP YOUR FUCKING ARM!" he shouts as he starts bending it back towards the breaking point. So focused on swift, brutal retribution, he kind of fails to see Juliet's free hand snake up, raking claws over his eyes and momentarily blinding him. Juliet rolls back into the ring, runs for the ropes, snaps off, and by the time Luther's regained some of his vision, she's flying over the ropes and straight into him, but much to her chagrin, she's caught and rammed back first into the ring apron, then violently slammed to the floor!
He doesn't wait for her to get up, gathering Juliet and flinging her into the ring. Juliet crawls across the ring, trying to regroup as Luther reenters right behind her. He catches a leg, pulling her up to a stand. She fires off an Enziguri, which he ducks and pulls her right into a rear waistlock. He then hoists her up for a MILITARY PRESS SLAM!!! However, his bad leg buckles and he drops to one knee, wincing in pain. Outside, Esme cheers him on, clutching at the side of her head in pain. He doesn't notice Juliet stirring, her hand going into the front of her tights. He gets to his feet and as he goes to pick her up, in plain sight of the referee, she pulls out brass knuckles and punches him directly in his knee cap! Luther drops down, growling in pain as the referee throws the match out as fans boo in up roar.
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!!
Post Match: Juliet laughs, holding those brass knuckles up in the air proudly. Esme, roaring pissed, gets to her feet despite Luther's protests and spins Juliet around. She hauls off with a hard right hand, Juliet spins with the shot, but comes back around with another BRASS KNUCKLE GLAM! Esme goes down with the side of her face swelling. Luther roars in rage and fury, trying to get up, but having a hard time standing on his leg. Juliet drops down and leaves the two behind, snickering with wicked delight at a mission accomplished in her eyes....
Koss: She gave up the ghost in the end, but Luther Thunder has suffered serious damage! I've got to wonder how their next encounter is going to fair, because no way can we leave them on this note!
Spazz: Juliet Black doesn't give a fuck about winning. She wants to damage, cripple, and motherfucking destroy at all costs!
Koss: Indeed! EMT's are checking on both the Thunders but that is all the time we have! Thank you for watching and have a wonderful weekend!
Spazz: ROLL THE CREDITS YOU MONKEY FUCKS!!!!
He grabs a handful of her hair, yanking it back, but she just smiles wickedly and starts pulling his thumb backwards! Luther is the first to roar in pain, letting to of her hair only to slug her against the side of her head. Juliet finds herself in the ropes and before she can dislodge herself, Luther's boot meets her chest, effectively shooting her through the ropes to the outside in a heap. The monstrous rises in the ring, hulking, imposing, and fuming with anger. Outside the ring, his wife Esme taunts Juliet, talking a trash train a mile long, only for Juliet to hop to her feet far too quickly! An unprepared Esme eats the BARE KNUCKLE GLAM and before she even gets completely down, a running knee collides with her head, knocking her out! Luther roars and drops down out of the ring, going straight for Juliet. Black picks up Esme and slings her into Luther who does his best to catch her and minimize harm. This is enough of a distraction for Juliet to nail him with multiple fast Shoot Kicks to his already hurt knee, followed by a roundhouse kick that staggers him.
She mercilessly attacks him with stiff forearm shots but in the midst of them, he catches her arm and wrenches it into a brutal, painful angle that has her hissing in pain. "TOUCH MY WIFE?! I'LL SNAP YOUR FUCKING ARM!" he shouts as he starts bending it back towards the breaking point. So focused on swift, brutal retribution, he kind of fails to see Juliet's free hand snake up, raking claws over his eyes and momentarily blinding him. Juliet rolls back into the ring, runs for the ropes, snaps off, and by the time Luther's regained some of his vision, she's flying over the ropes and straight into him, but much to her chagrin, she's caught and rammed back first into the ring apron, then violently slammed to the floor!
He doesn't wait for her to get up, gathering Juliet and flinging her into the ring. Juliet crawls across the ring, trying to regroup as Luther reenters right behind her. He catches a leg, pulling her up to a stand. She fires off an Enziguri, which he ducks and pulls her right into a rear waistlock. He then hoists her up for a MILITARY PRESS SLAM!!! However, his bad leg buckles and he drops to one knee, wincing in pain. Outside, Esme cheers him on, clutching at the side of her head in pain. He doesn't notice Juliet stirring, her hand going into the front of her tights. He gets to his feet and as he goes to pick her up, in plain sight of the referee, she pulls out brass knuckles and punches him directly in his knee cap! Luther drops down, growling in pain as the referee throws the match out as fans boo in up roar.
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!!
Post Match: Juliet laughs, holding those brass knuckles up in the air proudly. Esme, roaring pissed, gets to her feet despite Luther's protests and spins Juliet around. She hauls off with a hard right hand, Juliet spins with the shot, but comes back around with another BRASS KNUCKLE GLAM! Esme goes down with the side of her face swelling. Luther roars in rage and fury, trying to get up, but having a hard time standing on his leg. Juliet drops down and leaves the two behind, snickering with wicked delight at a mission accomplished in her eyes....
Koss: She gave up the ghost in the end, but Luther Thunder has suffered serious damage! I've got to wonder how their next encounter is going to fair, because no way can we leave them on this note!
Spazz: Juliet Black doesn't give a fuck about winning. She wants to damage, cripple, and motherfucking destroy at all costs!
Koss: Indeed! EMT's are checking on both the Thunders but that is all the time we have! Thank you for watching and have a wonderful weekend!
Spazz: ROLL THE CREDITS YOU MONKEY FUCKS!!!!
**CREDITS**