Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jun 18, 2021 22:27:38 GMT -7
BOARDWALK HALL
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY
6/18/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
INTRO
SEGMENT
-LIL' DREAM MACHINES-VS-THE TWIN SNAKES-
SEGMENT
-TONI BEASLEY-VS-CAPTAIN COSMO-
We cut backstage to find Sylvia Lopez sitting cross-legged on top of a production crate as she rocks back and forth and giggles as she pulls at her hair.
Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia has two play things tonight! In a match where anything goes!
She bounces up and down, clapping her hands as she smiles with wide eyes in excitement.
Sylvia Lopez: And Sylvia’s opponents believe that they will be able to kill her tonight!
Lopez tosses her head back and laughs hysterically before suddenly staring into the camera, the smile has now faded.
Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia will not be killed tonight! Sylvia will destroy both Akako Ogawa and Kendrick Kross tonight!
She once again begins to laugh hysterically and goes back to rocking back and forth as we cut elsewhere.
A smirk comes across Kendricks face as the camera focuses on him as he chuckles a bit.
KENDRICK KROSS: Anything goes. A match that I’ve built my career on and one that I love deeply. This isn’t just some match though that I want to win. This is a match I need to win especially since Sylvia is in it. The person I’ve lost to before.
Kendrick walks down the hall as he reaches the locker room and proceeds into it. A few moments after he walks back out, his favorite weapon in hand. His barbed wire wrapped baseball bat. A smirk comes across his face once more as he looks into the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: Isn’t this thing a beauty? It’s seen plenty of action and has plenty of people’s blood on it. Ogawa and Sylvia are just going to be 2 more that it meets.
They both can come at me and say they can take me out easily and everything but I find that very, very doubtful. They can give me all they have that isn’t going to stop me from taking this match and making sure I get myself one step closer to a title.
Kendrick throws the bat over his shoulder as he keeps his gaze clearly on the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: Tonight is a night that I have to win. It’s a breakout night and match for me. I’m not saying that just to say it either. This night is going to be mine and I don’t care what I have to put you two through. By the end of the match you’ll be wishing you didn’t step into the ring with me. See you out there.
Kendrick smirks as he swings the bat and knocks the camera down breaking it as he walks away.
Spazz: Good ol' Barbie makes a comeback.
Koss: Anything Goes may as well be called a hardcore match by any other name!
Spazz: But in this case pins, submissions, and knockouts count ANYWHERE! You gotta' be on your toes in a match like this!
Koss: Indeedie-Do!
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY
6/18/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
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Avatar's "HAIL THE APOCALYPSE" blares at first over speakers until suddenly a hole open's up on the Boardwalk Hall Arena stage to show the real band in all their glory, playing their instruments live!!!
The crowd goes insane as the band does it's thing, the lights going wild in perfect timing with their song. We cut to Joe Koss and Mike Spazz at the commentary table with horned devil fingers up, headbanging right along with the crowd. In the ring, we have Jenny Beck gyrating and dancing with stomping feet to the beat, thrashing her hair about wildly as well. The crowd is separated from the ringside area by a padded hockey rink style barricade with glass partition, all in keeping with pandemic requirements in Atlantic City.
As pyro columns pop at the conclusion of the song, we go back to the table where Joe Koss and Mike Spazz are ready and waiting to go!
Koss: Welcome one and all to SRW's HAIL THE APOCALYPSE!!!
Spazz: BOW YOUR FUCKING HEADS YOU HEATHENS!!!
Koss: Bow indeed, heh. What a suitably apocalyptic event we have here folks. We've got Twin Snakes and Dream Machines, Beasley vs Cap Cosmo, Lopez, Ogawa, and Kross, Rose, Tolson, and Steel, A tables match featuring Samael Asmodeus Iscariot taking on Chris Styles, A Tag team Hell match inside a 30 foot high steel cage with nearly all tag teams on deck...
Spazz: You want a wrestling apocalypse? Put all them motherfuckers in a cage together and see what happens! Oh yes, there will be BLOOOOOOOD sucka dawg!!!
Koss: ...Barbwire match with Psycho Maguire defending her title against Killer Carter and Coda!
Spazz: Psycho's crazy, Carter's a killer, and Coda's a motherfucking mini-KAIJU SON! She's like Godzilla's lil' sister!
Koss: Wildside defends their tag titles against a very game Skillz Vendorz...
Spazz: Zenna and Selly got this one. I like my gamer chicks n' all that, but dude, they barely won their first match! Yous KNOWS Wildside knows what's coming!
Koss: Indeed. It should be a very competitive match. Then there's Luther Thunder vs Becca Maguire for the Ultimate Conquest match and CCM is the referee!
Spazz: Seriously lunchbox, What the actually holy hand grenade fuck is Rebs thinkin with that book? Doesn't she know CCM's been trying get that belt outta' Luther's hands any which way he can? Like, seriously, don't hand this motherfucker the keys to the kingdom!
Koss: I don't know what Mrs. Rhodes is thinking, but it certainly is a conversation starter!
Spazz: You know me, I don't mind tha' hook and crook, but fuck this is like handing it all up on a platter! Too fuckin' easy and not clever at all!
Koss: The finale of the night, the thing everyone is here for, is the showdown between Hirata Dokueki and Ursula Von Rossbach in a Japanese Exploding Death Match!
Spazz: They'll be moving us up on the stage and everything. Fucking explosives man! Japan's always been crazy yo, but one of these bitches might be dyin' up in there!
Koss: Indeed! You have two monstrous entities clashing in a highly destructive environment that will wear and tear them both down! It's anyone's game and it's all for the right to determine who will be the Queen of the South in the aftermath of the Apocalypse!
Spazz: Fuck yeah. When you get MechaGodzilla taking on Godzilla, the whole fucking city is going down!!!
Spazz: BOW YOUR FUCKING HEADS YOU HEATHENS!!!
Koss: Bow indeed, heh. What a suitably apocalyptic event we have here folks. We've got Twin Snakes and Dream Machines, Beasley vs Cap Cosmo, Lopez, Ogawa, and Kross, Rose, Tolson, and Steel, A tables match featuring Samael Asmodeus Iscariot taking on Chris Styles, A Tag team Hell match inside a 30 foot high steel cage with nearly all tag teams on deck...
Spazz: You want a wrestling apocalypse? Put all them motherfuckers in a cage together and see what happens! Oh yes, there will be BLOOOOOOOD sucka dawg!!!
Koss: ...Barbwire match with Psycho Maguire defending her title against Killer Carter and Coda!
Spazz: Psycho's crazy, Carter's a killer, and Coda's a motherfucking mini-KAIJU SON! She's like Godzilla's lil' sister!
Koss: Wildside defends their tag titles against a very game Skillz Vendorz...
Spazz: Zenna and Selly got this one. I like my gamer chicks n' all that, but dude, they barely won their first match! Yous KNOWS Wildside knows what's coming!
Koss: Indeed. It should be a very competitive match. Then there's Luther Thunder vs Becca Maguire for the Ultimate Conquest match and CCM is the referee!
Spazz: Seriously lunchbox, What the actually holy hand grenade fuck is Rebs thinkin with that book? Doesn't she know CCM's been trying get that belt outta' Luther's hands any which way he can? Like, seriously, don't hand this motherfucker the keys to the kingdom!
Koss: I don't know what Mrs. Rhodes is thinking, but it certainly is a conversation starter!
Spazz: You know me, I don't mind tha' hook and crook, but fuck this is like handing it all up on a platter! Too fuckin' easy and not clever at all!
Koss: The finale of the night, the thing everyone is here for, is the showdown between Hirata Dokueki and Ursula Von Rossbach in a Japanese Exploding Death Match!
Spazz: They'll be moving us up on the stage and everything. Fucking explosives man! Japan's always been crazy yo, but one of these bitches might be dyin' up in there!
Koss: Indeed! You have two monstrous entities clashing in a highly destructive environment that will wear and tear them both down! It's anyone's game and it's all for the right to determine who will be the Queen of the South in the aftermath of the Apocalypse!
Spazz: Fuck yeah. When you get MechaGodzilla taking on Godzilla, the whole fucking city is going down!!!
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to find Sylvia Lopez sitting cross-legged on top of a production crate as she rocks back and forth and giggles as she pulls at her hair.
Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia has two play things tonight! In a match where anything goes!
She bounces up and down, clapping her hands as she smiles with wide eyes in excitement.
Sylvia Lopez: And Sylvia’s opponents believe that they will be able to kill her tonight!
Lopez tosses her head back and laughs hysterically before suddenly staring into the camera, the smile has now faded.
Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia will not be killed tonight! Sylvia will destroy both Akako Ogawa and Kendrick Kross tonight!
She once again begins to laugh hysterically and goes back to rocking back and forth as we cut elsewhere.
Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia has two play things tonight! In a match where anything goes!
She bounces up and down, clapping her hands as she smiles with wide eyes in excitement.
Sylvia Lopez: And Sylvia’s opponents believe that they will be able to kill her tonight!
Lopez tosses her head back and laughs hysterically before suddenly staring into the camera, the smile has now faded.
Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia will not be killed tonight! Sylvia will destroy both Akako Ogawa and Kendrick Kross tonight!
She once again begins to laugh hysterically and goes back to rocking back and forth as we cut elsewhere.
-LIL' DREAM MACHINES-VS-THE TWIN SNAKES-
The bell sounds and B-Brat runs into the ring to start the match while Halo watches her reckless move. Jamie Austin gets her with Hell on Heels. B-Brat goes down and Jonna gets her as she stands for the Returned Fate to finish off their Hell On Fate combo. Jamie goed for the cover.
Halo rushes in to break it up.
As Halo backs off, Jamie scoops B-Brat up and gives her a big forearm. B-Brat spins around and Jamie grabs her in a waistlock. With B-Brat struggling to stop her, Jamie snaps off the Snake, Rattle & Roll. Jamie covers.
Halo makes the save.
Jamie tags in Jonna and the Twin Snakes hit B-Brat with a combo inverted atomic drop and big lariat. Jonna covers.
B-Brat gets a foot on the ropes.
Jonna tags in Jamie and gives her a rocket launcher that lands her in a big splash on B-Brat.
Halo breaks up the pin again.
Halo and Jonna start fighting with each other, Jamie turning to try and help her sister. B-Brat rolls Jamie up from behind.
Jamie kicks out.
Halo and Jonna continue fighting with each other. Jamie starts to get up and B-Brat catches her for an inside cradle.
Jamie kicks out.
Halo and Jonna both draw blood on each other as they start to just hammer away on each other. Jamie and B-Brat get to their feet and Jamie throws B-Brat into Halo. B-Brat bounces off her wife and staggers back into an O’Connor roll from Jamie.
B-Brat kicks out.
Jamie is sent into Halo. Jonna catches Halo and the two fall through the ropes. Jonna lands on the edge of the ring while Halo falls all the way to the floor. Jonna gets back up and steps into the ring. The Twin Snakes catch B-Brat for the G4, Jonna going first and Jamie following. Jamie covers while Jonna catches Halo trying to come back in to break it up.
1!!!
2!!!
Halo slips by but can’t quite get there fast enough.
3!!!
WINNERS BY PINFALL: TWIN SNAKES!!!
Koss: The Twin Snakes win in their debut showing!
Spazz: Hang it the fuck up, B-Brat. Yous dragging your partner down!
Halo rushes in to break it up.
As Halo backs off, Jamie scoops B-Brat up and gives her a big forearm. B-Brat spins around and Jamie grabs her in a waistlock. With B-Brat struggling to stop her, Jamie snaps off the Snake, Rattle & Roll. Jamie covers.
Halo makes the save.
Jamie tags in Jonna and the Twin Snakes hit B-Brat with a combo inverted atomic drop and big lariat. Jonna covers.
B-Brat gets a foot on the ropes.
Jonna tags in Jamie and gives her a rocket launcher that lands her in a big splash on B-Brat.
Halo breaks up the pin again.
Halo and Jonna start fighting with each other, Jamie turning to try and help her sister. B-Brat rolls Jamie up from behind.
Jamie kicks out.
Halo and Jonna continue fighting with each other. Jamie starts to get up and B-Brat catches her for an inside cradle.
Jamie kicks out.
Halo and Jonna both draw blood on each other as they start to just hammer away on each other. Jamie and B-Brat get to their feet and Jamie throws B-Brat into Halo. B-Brat bounces off her wife and staggers back into an O’Connor roll from Jamie.
B-Brat kicks out.
Jamie is sent into Halo. Jonna catches Halo and the two fall through the ropes. Jonna lands on the edge of the ring while Halo falls all the way to the floor. Jonna gets back up and steps into the ring. The Twin Snakes catch B-Brat for the G4, Jonna going first and Jamie following. Jamie covers while Jonna catches Halo trying to come back in to break it up.
1!!!
2!!!
Halo slips by but can’t quite get there fast enough.
3!!!
WINNERS BY PINFALL: TWIN SNAKES!!!
Koss: The Twin Snakes win in their debut showing!
Spazz: Hang it the fuck up, B-Brat. Yous dragging your partner down!
SEGMENT
We cut to the outside of the Boardwalk Hall as we see Captain Cosmo walking around for a bit before turning to the camera.
Captain Cosmo: Jeff! Are we rolling?!
Jeff: We’re rolling!
Captain Cosmo: Fantastic! Ladies and gentlemen of Earth! And fans of the Wrestling of the Southern Rebellion! I am Captain Cosmo! And you have joined me at an important time as I am on the hunt for the infamous Cosmic Pug once more!
He turns his back to the camera and begins to walk around the arena towards the back of it, looking high and low to see if he can locate the Cosmic Pug.
Jeff: Shouldn’t you be getting prepared for your match against Toni Beasley? She’s a tough competitor.
Cosmo stops and turns back to face the camera and rolls his eyes before throwing up his arms.
Captain Cosmo: Gah! Captain Cosmo is well aware that Toni Beasley is a tough competitor! But Toni Beasley has already said she does not care who I am sooo… why should I care about her?!
Cosmo shrugs before turning back around as they walk a little further and find a couple of dumpsters and Cosmo immediately points over to them and turns his head to the camera, his eyes wide.
Captain Cosmo: I bet the Cosmic Pug is over there! He’s probably foraging for food because he’s so hungry!
Something rustles in one of the dumpsters causing Cosmo to gasp.
Captain Cosmo: We must investigate!
Cosmo runs over to the dumpster and opens up the lid and gasps again, but this one is louder.
Jeff: Did you find him?! Did you find the Cosmic Pug?!
Captain Cosmo: OLLIE?!?!
What appears to be a homeless man with a large beard and long hair carrying a tin can with the word “Peanuts” written on it stands up in the dumpster.
Captain Cosmo: My goodness! It is so good to see you, old friend!
Cosmo turns his attention back to the camera and points to Ollie.
Captain Cosmo: Jeff! Fellow friends of Captain Cosmo! Fans of the Wrestling of the Southern Rebellion! This is my old friend Ollie the Magic Bum!
Ollie looks over to the camera and waves before then turning back to Cosmo.
Ollie the Magic Bum: Got any peanuts?
Cosmo pats down his pockets.
Captain Cosmo: Uhhh… Captain Cosmo does not have peanuts…
Cosmo now looks up at the camera.
Captain Cosmo: Jeff! Do you have any peanuts?!
Jeff: You know I’m allergic to peanuts so why would I have peanuts!
Cosmo throws up his arms in annoyance as he turns his attention back to Ollie.
Captain Cosmo: Gah! Sorry friend Ollie! We do not have any peanuts! Have you seen the Cosmic Pug anywhere?!
Ollie the Magic Bum: Sorry, Cap. I ain’t seen ‘um.
Cosmo puts his hands on his hips and looks to the ground, shaking his head.
Captain Cosmo: Crap! Where could he possibly be?!
Jeff: Hey, Cosmo? Your match is happening soon! We gotta get back inside!
Cosmo shoots a wide eyed look in Jeff’s direction.
Captain Cosmo: What?! Why didn’t you tell me this, Jeff!
Cosmo turns back to Ollie.
Captain Cosmo: I must go, friend Ollie! It was great to see you again! Farewell!
Cosmo then runs off camera and Ollie waves goodbye as we cut elsewhere.
Spazz: The fuck we just watch?
Koss: Captain Cosmo on the search for his dog still, but he really should focus on his game!
Captain Cosmo: Jeff! Are we rolling?!
Jeff: We’re rolling!
Captain Cosmo: Fantastic! Ladies and gentlemen of Earth! And fans of the Wrestling of the Southern Rebellion! I am Captain Cosmo! And you have joined me at an important time as I am on the hunt for the infamous Cosmic Pug once more!
He turns his back to the camera and begins to walk around the arena towards the back of it, looking high and low to see if he can locate the Cosmic Pug.
Jeff: Shouldn’t you be getting prepared for your match against Toni Beasley? She’s a tough competitor.
Cosmo stops and turns back to face the camera and rolls his eyes before throwing up his arms.
Captain Cosmo: Gah! Captain Cosmo is well aware that Toni Beasley is a tough competitor! But Toni Beasley has already said she does not care who I am sooo… why should I care about her?!
Cosmo shrugs before turning back around as they walk a little further and find a couple of dumpsters and Cosmo immediately points over to them and turns his head to the camera, his eyes wide.
Captain Cosmo: I bet the Cosmic Pug is over there! He’s probably foraging for food because he’s so hungry!
Something rustles in one of the dumpsters causing Cosmo to gasp.
Captain Cosmo: We must investigate!
Cosmo runs over to the dumpster and opens up the lid and gasps again, but this one is louder.
Jeff: Did you find him?! Did you find the Cosmic Pug?!
Captain Cosmo: OLLIE?!?!
What appears to be a homeless man with a large beard and long hair carrying a tin can with the word “Peanuts” written on it stands up in the dumpster.
Captain Cosmo: My goodness! It is so good to see you, old friend!
Cosmo turns his attention back to the camera and points to Ollie.
Captain Cosmo: Jeff! Fellow friends of Captain Cosmo! Fans of the Wrestling of the Southern Rebellion! This is my old friend Ollie the Magic Bum!
Ollie looks over to the camera and waves before then turning back to Cosmo.
Ollie the Magic Bum: Got any peanuts?
Cosmo pats down his pockets.
Captain Cosmo: Uhhh… Captain Cosmo does not have peanuts…
Cosmo now looks up at the camera.
Captain Cosmo: Jeff! Do you have any peanuts?!
Jeff: You know I’m allergic to peanuts so why would I have peanuts!
Cosmo throws up his arms in annoyance as he turns his attention back to Ollie.
Captain Cosmo: Gah! Sorry friend Ollie! We do not have any peanuts! Have you seen the Cosmic Pug anywhere?!
Ollie the Magic Bum: Sorry, Cap. I ain’t seen ‘um.
Cosmo puts his hands on his hips and looks to the ground, shaking his head.
Captain Cosmo: Crap! Where could he possibly be?!
Jeff: Hey, Cosmo? Your match is happening soon! We gotta get back inside!
Cosmo shoots a wide eyed look in Jeff’s direction.
Captain Cosmo: What?! Why didn’t you tell me this, Jeff!
Cosmo turns back to Ollie.
Captain Cosmo: I must go, friend Ollie! It was great to see you again! Farewell!
Cosmo then runs off camera and Ollie waves goodbye as we cut elsewhere.
Spazz: The fuck we just watch?
Koss: Captain Cosmo on the search for his dog still, but he really should focus on his game!
-TONI BEASLEY-VS-CAPTAIN COSMO-
Toni enters on fire, talking loud and proud to the crowd and then taking a moment to poke fun at Captain Cosmo, who asks her if she has seen the Cosmic Pug. He holds a picture of his intergalactic space dog up to her and she punches a hole through it, shouting "THIS AIN'T ANIMAL RESCUE! THIS IS A WRESTLING MAT-"
Before she finishes her sentence he hits THE COSMO KICK square on, dropping her flat on her back!!! Toni rolls to a knee, groggy and disoriented, eating a hard running European Uppercut that stands her up and then is promptly whipped to the ropes. She snaps back snaps off a SUPERKICK but he side ducks it while picking up a penny he realized he'd dropped! Toni capitalizes as he looks it over with a bright megawatt smile by locking on FRAGILE MINDS!!! The smile fades as the penny flies out of his hand and the two fall back, body scissors applied. He claws at the air, coughing and gasping for breath, but Toni in her efforts doesn't realize how close she is to the ropes and just as he passes out, his foot finds a rope and the Referee is forced to break the hold! Toni does just that, but angrily, shooting straight to her feet.
She gets into the referee's face, berating him for not calling the match while behind her, Captain Cosmo starts to stir with a long gasp of air and a few choked coughs. He gets to his feet, wild eyed and seemingly unsure of where he even was, but he taps Toni on the shoulder. She spins around with a loud "WHAT?!" Only to get booted in the gut and dropped with DON'T TRUST EMUS! She pops off the shoulder with a stunner, backflipping spectacularly and landing on her head, staying perfectly in the air like a lawn dart before falling onto her back. Cosmo crawls over her for the 1-2-3!!!
CROWD: DON'T INSULT THE COSMIC PUG!!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: CAPTAIN COSMO!!!!
Spazz: The fuck?!
Koss: Captain Cosmo dominated almost purely on accident! Do not insult the Cosmic Pug indeed!
Spazz: Even the dipshits in the front row know that now!
Before she finishes her sentence he hits THE COSMO KICK square on, dropping her flat on her back!!! Toni rolls to a knee, groggy and disoriented, eating a hard running European Uppercut that stands her up and then is promptly whipped to the ropes. She snaps back snaps off a SUPERKICK but he side ducks it while picking up a penny he realized he'd dropped! Toni capitalizes as he looks it over with a bright megawatt smile by locking on FRAGILE MINDS!!! The smile fades as the penny flies out of his hand and the two fall back, body scissors applied. He claws at the air, coughing and gasping for breath, but Toni in her efforts doesn't realize how close she is to the ropes and just as he passes out, his foot finds a rope and the Referee is forced to break the hold! Toni does just that, but angrily, shooting straight to her feet.
She gets into the referee's face, berating him for not calling the match while behind her, Captain Cosmo starts to stir with a long gasp of air and a few choked coughs. He gets to his feet, wild eyed and seemingly unsure of where he even was, but he taps Toni on the shoulder. She spins around with a loud "WHAT?!" Only to get booted in the gut and dropped with DON'T TRUST EMUS! She pops off the shoulder with a stunner, backflipping spectacularly and landing on her head, staying perfectly in the air like a lawn dart before falling onto her back. Cosmo crawls over her for the 1-2-3!!!
CROWD: DON'T INSULT THE COSMIC PUG!!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: CAPTAIN COSMO!!!!
Spazz: The fuck?!
Koss: Captain Cosmo dominated almost purely on accident! Do not insult the Cosmic Pug indeed!
Spazz: Even the dipshits in the front row know that now!
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to find Sylvia Lopez sitting cross-legged on top of a production crate as she rocks back and forth and giggles as she pulls at her hair.
Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia has two play things tonight! In a match where anything goes!
She bounces up and down, clapping her hands as she smiles with wide eyes in excitement.
Sylvia Lopez: And Sylvia’s opponents believe that they will be able to kill her tonight!
Lopez tosses her head back and laughs hysterically before suddenly staring into the camera, the smile has now faded.
Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia will not be killed tonight! Sylvia will destroy both Akako Ogawa and Kendrick Kross tonight!
She once again begins to laugh hysterically and goes back to rocking back and forth as we cut elsewhere.
SEGMENT
A smirk comes across Kendricks face as the camera focuses on him as he chuckles a bit.
KENDRICK KROSS: Anything goes. A match that I’ve built my career on and one that I love deeply. This isn’t just some match though that I want to win. This is a match I need to win especially since Sylvia is in it. The person I’ve lost to before.
Kendrick walks down the hall as he reaches the locker room and proceeds into it. A few moments after he walks back out, his favorite weapon in hand. His barbed wire wrapped baseball bat. A smirk comes across his face once more as he looks into the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: Isn’t this thing a beauty? It’s seen plenty of action and has plenty of people’s blood on it. Ogawa and Sylvia are just going to be 2 more that it meets.
They both can come at me and say they can take me out easily and everything but I find that very, very doubtful. They can give me all they have that isn’t going to stop me from taking this match and making sure I get myself one step closer to a title.
Kendrick throws the bat over his shoulder as he keeps his gaze clearly on the camera.
KENDRICK KROSS: Tonight is a night that I have to win. It’s a breakout night and match for me. I’m not saying that just to say it either. This night is going to be mine and I don’t care what I have to put you two through. By the end of the match you’ll be wishing you didn’t step into the ring with me. See you out there.
Kendrick smirks as he swings the bat and knocks the camera down breaking it as he walks away.
Spazz: Good ol' Barbie makes a comeback.
Koss: Anything Goes may as well be called a hardcore match by any other name!
Spazz: But in this case pins, submissions, and knockouts count ANYWHERE! You gotta' be on your toes in a match like this!
Koss: Indeedie-Do!
ANYTHING GOES MATCH
-SYLVIA LOPEZ-VS-AKAKO OGAWA-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
SEGMENT
-ROSE-VS-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-KATE STEELE-
-SYLVIA LOPEZ-VS-AKAKO OGAWA-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
All three participants in this match carry with them a specific weapon of choice, Sylvia with a lead pipe, Akako with an odd, bloodstained plush Unicorn doll wrapped in barbwire, and Double K twirling a barbwire ballbat in one hand. The three circle each other and it would be Sylvia that leads the charge, Kendrick blocking her lead pipe with the bat, but taking a hard shot from the barbwire plush to the back that hits far harder than one would think! A kick to the balls from Sylvia turns the battle two on one as Sylvia and Akako batter Kendrick mercilessly, driving him down with weapon shots! This would continue until Akako turns her barbwire Unicorn on Sylvia, rocking her off her feet with a brutal shot that sends her pipe flying out of her hand! As Akako focuses her brutal fury on Sylvia, Kendrick moves in from behind with THE DEATH DROP!!! He promptly goes for the pin 1-2-BROKEN UP BY SYLVIA!
Sylvia and Kendrick battle back and forth now with wild strikes, but a surprise headbutt leads to him suffering THE LUNATIC COMBO! The mandible claw finish pushes him straight to the mat, but before he could tap, Akako comes in from behind, pulling Sylvia into a kneeling Dragon Sleeper!!! As she cranks away, trying to get that sweet submission, Kendrick gets on his feet and hits Akako with a running PELE KICK, forcing her to let go of the hold! Kendrick then gathers up his baseball bat and as Akako gets back to her feet, he cracks her across the back with the weapon! He then turns towards Sylvia with the bat rased only to be surprised by a spinkick that spins him around, sending his ball bat flying out of the ring. He falls into the ropes. Sylvia rushes at him but is promptly tossed out of the ring! He then sees Akako getting to her feet and promptly spins her around, boots her in the gut and hits THE TRAMP STAMP! He makes the cover for the win and ONE-TWO-TTTTHHHRRRREEE!!!! Sylvia crashes across him to break the pin but it's too little too late!
WINNER BY PINFALL: KENDRICK KROSS!!!!
Spazz: Double K just showed crazy don't beat crafty yo!
Koss: A short, sweet, but surprisingly brutal affair from these three competitors!
Spazz: I'm actually pretty shocked that nobody got full on busted open in this match.
Koss: Just because it's hardcore doesn't mean there's always color.
Sylvia and Kendrick battle back and forth now with wild strikes, but a surprise headbutt leads to him suffering THE LUNATIC COMBO! The mandible claw finish pushes him straight to the mat, but before he could tap, Akako comes in from behind, pulling Sylvia into a kneeling Dragon Sleeper!!! As she cranks away, trying to get that sweet submission, Kendrick gets on his feet and hits Akako with a running PELE KICK, forcing her to let go of the hold! Kendrick then gathers up his baseball bat and as Akako gets back to her feet, he cracks her across the back with the weapon! He then turns towards Sylvia with the bat rased only to be surprised by a spinkick that spins him around, sending his ball bat flying out of the ring. He falls into the ropes. Sylvia rushes at him but is promptly tossed out of the ring! He then sees Akako getting to her feet and promptly spins her around, boots her in the gut and hits THE TRAMP STAMP! He makes the cover for the win and ONE-TWO-TTTTHHHRRRREEE!!!! Sylvia crashes across him to break the pin but it's too little too late!
WINNER BY PINFALL: KENDRICK KROSS!!!!
Spazz: Double K just showed crazy don't beat crafty yo!
Koss: A short, sweet, but surprisingly brutal affair from these three competitors!
Spazz: I'm actually pretty shocked that nobody got full on busted open in this match.
Koss: Just because it's hardcore doesn't mean there's always color.
SEGMENT
We cut to the backstage area and it there where we are able to see the one and only Kate Steele. She has a somewhat confident expression on her face as she looks deeply into the lens of the camera. She cracks a wicked grin as she begins to speak.
Kate: Cheers to everybody watching out. In case you might not know who I am my name is Kate Steele. I am the Diamond in the rough but more importantly than that I am the pint sized bad ass. I am the little fire cracker and tonight this little firecracker becomes more like a big bundle of TNT because I know I am an explosion that cannot be contained. Tonight everything is on the line because I will be stepping into the ring with Sam Tolson and of course Rose.
Kate smiles as she nods her head with that confident look.
Kate: On paper I might be counted out. I am the smallest woman in this match and I know that Sam said that size has nothing to do with what might go down tonight but let me just explain something. Don’t get confused by the wording I used. I know I am the smallest but I also know I have the power to be the most dangerous. I am a submission expert and when push comes to shove I can be very methodical in the way that I go to that ring and do everything in my power to tap a bitch out. That is what I am looking to do tonight and I will be damned if I let anybody get in the way of doing so.
Kate points at herself.
Kate: At one point I was one of the most dangerous women in this company. I am the one who took the Conquest Championship off of River and I held onto it for as long as I could. I made it mean something and I lost that title in a match where I didn’t even get pinned. That alone should tell you how determined I am to push myself to new heights and if that doesn’t mean anything. I was also the woman stupid enough who at one point got involved in Ursula affairs. It was pretty reckless to try to throw myself at a terminator but with every mistake comes a lesson that is learned. I was taught a taste of humility…
Kate quickly nods her head as she speaks some more.
Kate: That’s not the most important thing though. I think what matters more than that is the fact that I was able to step into the ring with Ursula and I lived to tell the tale. I am standing RIGHT HERE and I am motivated beyond anything than you could ever imagine to push things to a different level. So if I can somehow survive in the ring against Ursula I know damn well I can take whatever Rose has to throw at me.
Kate smiles.
Kate: In the same token I know that Sam Tolson is one of the best wrestlers on the planet and I know the Mizzou beauty can outwrestle the best of them. It’s tough being here but I will find a way to persevere. I will win and I will take my spot again. See all of you soon… This Siren is rea
Spazz: Looks like we lost her halfway through that!
Koss: Be that as it may, that match is coming up NEXT!
Kate: Cheers to everybody watching out. In case you might not know who I am my name is Kate Steele. I am the Diamond in the rough but more importantly than that I am the pint sized bad ass. I am the little fire cracker and tonight this little firecracker becomes more like a big bundle of TNT because I know I am an explosion that cannot be contained. Tonight everything is on the line because I will be stepping into the ring with Sam Tolson and of course Rose.
Kate smiles as she nods her head with that confident look.
Kate: On paper I might be counted out. I am the smallest woman in this match and I know that Sam said that size has nothing to do with what might go down tonight but let me just explain something. Don’t get confused by the wording I used. I know I am the smallest but I also know I have the power to be the most dangerous. I am a submission expert and when push comes to shove I can be very methodical in the way that I go to that ring and do everything in my power to tap a bitch out. That is what I am looking to do tonight and I will be damned if I let anybody get in the way of doing so.
Kate points at herself.
Kate: At one point I was one of the most dangerous women in this company. I am the one who took the Conquest Championship off of River and I held onto it for as long as I could. I made it mean something and I lost that title in a match where I didn’t even get pinned. That alone should tell you how determined I am to push myself to new heights and if that doesn’t mean anything. I was also the woman stupid enough who at one point got involved in Ursula affairs. It was pretty reckless to try to throw myself at a terminator but with every mistake comes a lesson that is learned. I was taught a taste of humility…
Kate quickly nods her head as she speaks some more.
Kate: That’s not the most important thing though. I think what matters more than that is the fact that I was able to step into the ring with Ursula and I lived to tell the tale. I am standing RIGHT HERE and I am motivated beyond anything than you could ever imagine to push things to a different level. So if I can somehow survive in the ring against Ursula I know damn well I can take whatever Rose has to throw at me.
Kate smiles.
Kate: In the same token I know that Sam Tolson is one of the best wrestlers on the planet and I know the Mizzou beauty can outwrestle the best of them. It’s tough being here but I will find a way to persevere. I will win and I will take my spot again. See all of you soon… This Siren is rea
Spazz: Looks like we lost her halfway through that!
Koss: Be that as it may, that match is coming up NEXT!
-ROSE-VS-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-KATE STEELE-
The bell sounds and Rose grabs Steele, throwing her like a lawn dart at Tolson. Tolson ducks and Steele fleis on by her towards the corner. Rose comes running over and hits a big lariat on Tolson just as Tolson stands upright. Tolson goes down and Rose covers.
Tolson kicks out.
Steele gets up and hits a running knee on Rose. As the big woman staggers back from the hit, Tolson gets up and throws the giantess over into a German suplex. Tolson holds on and rolls into a second one. Stele drops an elbow and covers Rose.
Tolson breaks it up on one.
Steele starts to fight off Tolson only for Rose to rise up and club both down with forearm shots. Rose throws Tolson and then throws Steele, covering Steele.
Steele kicks out.
Rose starts to mount Steel but Tolson moves in behind the big woman to look for yet another suplex. Rose starts to reverse position and Tolson transitions to a t-bone suplex instead. Steele catches Tolson with a flying forearm and covers.
Tolson kicks out.
Steele lands on Rose.
Rose kicks out.
Steele flies back onto Tolson.
Tolson kicks out.
Rose drags Steele up and hurls her into the corner. Steele hits the turnbuckles and slumps to the mat. Tolson cracks Rose and tries for a suplex again but Rose reverses and hits a sidewalk slam, holding for the cover.
Tolson gets a shoulder up.
Rose mounts Tolson and begins to pound away, bloodying Tolson as she does so. Steele staggers up and runs over for a forearm smash to the back of the head on Rose. The big woman goes down and Steele covers.
Rose kicks out and Steele lands on Tolson, who immediately rolls her into an inside cradle.
Steele kicks out.
Rose pulls Steele up and Tolson kicks the big woman in the knee. Tolson pulls Rose into an inside cradle.
Rose kicks out.
Rose grabs Tolson and executes Bang Bang YOur Dead. Steele comes off the top for Silence is Golden on Rose and then covers Tolson.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
WINNER: KATE STEELE!!!
Spazz: My money was on Tolson winning, but nah dawg, Steele snuck it out there!
Koss: More than snuck, Mikey, she won it clean in the middle of the ring!
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to find Countess Bathory sitting on her throne of skulls with Amara and Lilith standing either side of her with her heads cocked to either side and the towering frame of Samael Asmodeus Iscariot standing behind Amara.
Countess Bathory: Apocalypse. Meaning revelation.
Bathory chuckles a little.
Countess Bathory: Tonight, the only revelation shall be what everyone on this roster already knows… but refuse to accept. That is that The Covenant are on the verge of taking over.
The Countess glances over to Amara and then to Lilith.
Countess Bathory: Tonight, our children shall be locked inside a steel cage… with twelve victims. Twelve unfortunate souls. And our children shall do everything in their power to eradicate them from this rock you humans live on.
She chuckles again.
Countess Bathory: As for my Lord?
Samael Asmodeus Iscariot: I am going to make my name here painted in blood and that first drop will come from my first victim. An insignificant thing whose mortal name is Chris Styles. A common creature who has no idea how much pain and punishment lies ahead of him. Enjoy your ignorance for now because come the time the tables come out you shall be judged.
All four of them look down to the floor, Bathory looking into the goblet in her hands.
Countess Bathory: Ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me.
The four of them look back up, all of their eyes black as night before we cut elsewhere.
Spazz: You know, I miss the days when bad people were just bad for the fuck of it all. They were just mean because it felt good n' shit. These cats? Theyz occult level evil!
Koss: And their master takes on Chris Styles, next!
TABLES MATCH
-SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT-VS-CHRIS STYLES-
These two don't even wait for the bell to ring to get right up in each other's faces and start exchanging threats. The referee finally rings it as Asmodeus takes a swing and it's blocked by Styles who snatches the wrist and reels him into a snap DDT.
Styles snarls and beckons for Iscariot to get back up, lining him up for a huge open palm strike, yet Asmodeus ducks and Styles misses wildly, Asmodeus taking advantage of the balance loss and cracking him over his knee with a chokebreaker before dropping the leg for good measure.
Iscariot smiles evilly as he gets down and tries to hook Chris Styles up with his patented Icy Grip, but Styles his having none of it and nails him with a back elbow. Styles hauls Iscariot back to his feet and irish whips him in the corner, looking to follow up with his Styles Smash immediately, yet Iscariot pulls down the ropes just in time and sends Styles crashing over the top to the outside! The SRW fans are definitely surprised when Asmodeus takes a quick look around before a quick run up, launching to the outside onto Styles with a huge asai moonsault! As Styles writhes on the concrete on the outside, Iscariot angrily flips up the apron and looks under the ring, getting the crowd going as he discovers the tables and hurls one into the ring. The second table, Asmodeus sets up right next to the apron on the outside before getting a BOOO from the crowd as he throws up his signature taunt and signals for the end. The fans REALLY take exception as Asmodeus pulls a small can of lighter fluid out of the hiding place in his sock! The referee instantly runs over and warns him that if he goes through with what he's planning, there will be hell to pay! The crowd laughs as Asmodeus simply pie faces the referee and pushes him down on his ass before returning his attention to Styles. Asmodeus drags Styles back up and rolls him back into the ring before looking for a springboard elbow drop, yet Styles quickly rolls out of the way and Asmodeus eats mat!
Styles gets a POP as he hauls Asmodeus to his feet and stuns him with a brutal European uppercut before hauling him up on his shoulders! Is he looking for DRIVER? No! Iscariot slips out and lands on his feet behind Styles! Straightjacket German su~ wow! Styles flips out and lands on his feet! Asmodeus turns back around! STYLES DROP!
Styles takes a moment to compose himself before grabbing the table and setting it up close to a corner. Asmodeus is groggy as Styles drags him up and once more, Irish whips him and sends Asmodeus crashing into the corner, this time, landing his Styles Smash! With Asmodeus dazed, Styles levels him with some forearm shots before hauling him up on the top rope! STYLES DROP THROUGH THE T~ wait!! Asmodeus blinds him with the BLOOD MIST! Asmodeus drags the blinded and dazed Styles into position... CALL OF THE GRAVE THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!
*CCRRAKKUNCHKT!!!!*
WINNER BY TABLE BREAK: SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT!!!
Koss: That's a scary man doing scary damage to one of the better wrestlers in the company!
Spazz: If I saw that fucker in a dark alley, I ain't stickin' that shit out! I'mma do like the Iron Maiden song and Run for the Hills, dawg!
We cut backstage to find Nate Nitro and Mina Wilk, The Wolfpack, sitting on a couple of steel chairs in front of the camera.
Nate Nitro: For months now… we have been targeted by The Covenant because… well simply because they like to play their little games with us. I’ve been put into the hospital by them… Mina’s been taken out by them too… but worst of all? They threatened our daughter!
Nitro rubs his bald head with his hands, doing his best to keep his cool.
Nate Nitro: And then Melinda Rhodes… in her infinite wisdom? Rather than giving us The Covenant and The Covenant alone… she gave us two thirds of the group… along with five other tag teams in a cage match…
Nitro chuckles and then shrugs.
Nate Nitro: Fair enough. But don’t go blaming us when you have no tag team division left after this match ends! Because WE don’t give a damn who we have to go through! Whoever is in OUR WAY… we will tear them apart limb… from limb!
He leans forward a little.
Nate Nitro: And as for you two… Lilith and Amara? We have something extra special planned for you! Because this time… you have no place to run or hide! You have no way of getting yourselves disqualified so you can escape us! Tonight! TONIGHT?!
Nitro quickly stands to his feet.
Nate Nitro: The Wolfpack feasts!
Nitro then turns around and picks up the chair he was sitting on and throws it at the wall behind him before storming off camera. Wilk just smirks before then letting out a wolf howl and she follows Nitro off camera as we cut elsewhere.
The scene opens up backstage inside the locker room of the Influencers, and the cameras spot Queen B Bianca Davis looking at her reflection in a large mirror. The haughty blonde seems very happy with herself, making sure everything looked perfect as she says to herself in her normal arrogant tone.
Bianca Davis: You outdid yourself. Bianca is looking fabulous as always. Too bad I am stuck in a cesspool like Atlantic City. It's a rundown wannabe Las Vegas.
Bianca says as the fans watching boo the comments as she shrugs her shoulders before the door opens and in steps Veronica Taylor. Who had just arrived with Minon carrying a whole bunch of bags. It looks like Veronica had been on a shopping trip.
Bianca Davis: Veronica darling, wait, some stores are decent here?
Bianca said in an amused tone, as Veronica said, smirking.
Veronica Taylor: Yuh, you know they got some decent shopping for a cesspool like Atlantic City. Too bad uggos and basics fill it like girl. The Jersey air makes things even worse.
Veronica turns her attention to the woman she called minion before saying.
Veronica Taylor: All of that stuff is worth more to me than you if you get your disgusting germs on it. It will be the last time you get to sit with the Infuelencers you understand me? Place them over there.
Veronica points as Minon places the bags down gently, soon before the door opens up again, and in steps, Danielle, Vanessa, and Tiffany Lynn Page all arriving.
Danielle Page: Girls, how are you tonight? Ugh, our limo driver got lost; sorry we were late.
Vanessa Page: Yeah, he's getting fired for that. After this, he's better off serving lower-class filth like the beasties.
Tiffany Lynn Page: Speaking of management booking this match, what are they even thinking? A hardcore match is not the type of environment we Influencers should be even a part of.
Bianca took her eyes off the mirror, facing the Page sisters and Veronica.
Bianca Davis: Ladies, I agree like how is it fair to any of us? Did they put us in there with both House of Diz and The Beastiely sisters? Like two teams that are so jealous of us, you can smell it on them. I mean EW!
Veronica Taylor: Right, not to mention Riot Group, The freaks of the Covenant, and those mangy mutts of the Wolfpack, like we both deserve so much better than this. The Socialites and the Pretty Committee deserve better.
The Page sisters nod their heads in agreement at the statement of The Pretty Committee members. As Tiffany soon spoke.
Tiffany Lynn Page: Ladies, you're correct as always, and we all know they will be gunning for us; after all, they can't stand us. But that's normal for ugly people to stand the prettier, more popular type, right?
Bianca Davis: Duh! Like you have seen them hell, how many times are we going to have to face House of Diz and the Beasties? This is so dull plus, once again, a contractual rematch that keeps getting ignored for flavors of the month.
Veronica Taylor: Like, but here is the difference were sisters, all of us work together to get what we want. Them? They will try and work together, but it will break apart; why? Because they are all out for themselves. Tonight we prove why we are the dominant force in SRW rather anyone likes it or not.
Bianca, Veronica, and The Page Sisters all smirk as they notice the camera backstage and hold their hand over it to cut the feed. As what was being discussed further was not for their ears. As the scene fades to black.
TAG TEAM HELL MATCH
-RIOT GROUP-VS-THE SOCIALITES-VS-COVENANT-VS-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-SISTERS OF DESTRUCTION-VS-WOLFPACK-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
-SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT-VS-CHRIS STYLES-
These two don't even wait for the bell to ring to get right up in each other's faces and start exchanging threats. The referee finally rings it as Asmodeus takes a swing and it's blocked by Styles who snatches the wrist and reels him into a snap DDT.
Styles snarls and beckons for Iscariot to get back up, lining him up for a huge open palm strike, yet Asmodeus ducks and Styles misses wildly, Asmodeus taking advantage of the balance loss and cracking him over his knee with a chokebreaker before dropping the leg for good measure.
Iscariot smiles evilly as he gets down and tries to hook Chris Styles up with his patented Icy Grip, but Styles his having none of it and nails him with a back elbow. Styles hauls Iscariot back to his feet and irish whips him in the corner, looking to follow up with his Styles Smash immediately, yet Iscariot pulls down the ropes just in time and sends Styles crashing over the top to the outside! The SRW fans are definitely surprised when Asmodeus takes a quick look around before a quick run up, launching to the outside onto Styles with a huge asai moonsault! As Styles writhes on the concrete on the outside, Iscariot angrily flips up the apron and looks under the ring, getting the crowd going as he discovers the tables and hurls one into the ring. The second table, Asmodeus sets up right next to the apron on the outside before getting a BOOO from the crowd as he throws up his signature taunt and signals for the end. The fans REALLY take exception as Asmodeus pulls a small can of lighter fluid out of the hiding place in his sock! The referee instantly runs over and warns him that if he goes through with what he's planning, there will be hell to pay! The crowd laughs as Asmodeus simply pie faces the referee and pushes him down on his ass before returning his attention to Styles. Asmodeus drags Styles back up and rolls him back into the ring before looking for a springboard elbow drop, yet Styles quickly rolls out of the way and Asmodeus eats mat!
Styles gets a POP as he hauls Asmodeus to his feet and stuns him with a brutal European uppercut before hauling him up on his shoulders! Is he looking for DRIVER? No! Iscariot slips out and lands on his feet behind Styles! Straightjacket German su~ wow! Styles flips out and lands on his feet! Asmodeus turns back around! STYLES DROP!
Styles takes a moment to compose himself before grabbing the table and setting it up close to a corner. Asmodeus is groggy as Styles drags him up and once more, Irish whips him and sends Asmodeus crashing into the corner, this time, landing his Styles Smash! With Asmodeus dazed, Styles levels him with some forearm shots before hauling him up on the top rope! STYLES DROP THROUGH THE T~ wait!! Asmodeus blinds him with the BLOOD MIST! Asmodeus drags the blinded and dazed Styles into position... CALL OF THE GRAVE THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!
*CCRRAKKUNCHKT!!!!*
WINNER BY TABLE BREAK: SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT!!!
Koss: That's a scary man doing scary damage to one of the better wrestlers in the company!
Spazz: If I saw that fucker in a dark alley, I ain't stickin' that shit out! I'mma do like the Iron Maiden song and Run for the Hills, dawg!
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to find Nate Nitro and Mina Wilk, The Wolfpack, sitting on a couple of steel chairs in front of the camera.
Nate Nitro: For months now… we have been targeted by The Covenant because… well simply because they like to play their little games with us. I’ve been put into the hospital by them… Mina’s been taken out by them too… but worst of all? They threatened our daughter!
Nitro rubs his bald head with his hands, doing his best to keep his cool.
Nate Nitro: And then Melinda Rhodes… in her infinite wisdom? Rather than giving us The Covenant and The Covenant alone… she gave us two thirds of the group… along with five other tag teams in a cage match…
Nitro chuckles and then shrugs.
Nate Nitro: Fair enough. But don’t go blaming us when you have no tag team division left after this match ends! Because WE don’t give a damn who we have to go through! Whoever is in OUR WAY… we will tear them apart limb… from limb!
He leans forward a little.
Nate Nitro: And as for you two… Lilith and Amara? We have something extra special planned for you! Because this time… you have no place to run or hide! You have no way of getting yourselves disqualified so you can escape us! Tonight! TONIGHT?!
Nitro quickly stands to his feet.
Nate Nitro: The Wolfpack feasts!
Nitro then turns around and picks up the chair he was sitting on and throws it at the wall behind him before storming off camera. Wilk just smirks before then letting out a wolf howl and she follows Nitro off camera as we cut elsewhere.
SEGMENT
The scene opens up backstage inside the locker room of the Influencers, and the cameras spot Queen B Bianca Davis looking at her reflection in a large mirror. The haughty blonde seems very happy with herself, making sure everything looked perfect as she says to herself in her normal arrogant tone.
Bianca Davis: You outdid yourself. Bianca is looking fabulous as always. Too bad I am stuck in a cesspool like Atlantic City. It's a rundown wannabe Las Vegas.
Bianca says as the fans watching boo the comments as she shrugs her shoulders before the door opens and in steps Veronica Taylor. Who had just arrived with Minon carrying a whole bunch of bags. It looks like Veronica had been on a shopping trip.
Bianca Davis: Veronica darling, wait, some stores are decent here?
Bianca said in an amused tone, as Veronica said, smirking.
Veronica Taylor: Yuh, you know they got some decent shopping for a cesspool like Atlantic City. Too bad uggos and basics fill it like girl. The Jersey air makes things even worse.
Veronica turns her attention to the woman she called minion before saying.
Veronica Taylor: All of that stuff is worth more to me than you if you get your disgusting germs on it. It will be the last time you get to sit with the Infuelencers you understand me? Place them over there.
Veronica points as Minon places the bags down gently, soon before the door opens up again, and in steps, Danielle, Vanessa, and Tiffany Lynn Page all arriving.
Danielle Page: Girls, how are you tonight? Ugh, our limo driver got lost; sorry we were late.
Vanessa Page: Yeah, he's getting fired for that. After this, he's better off serving lower-class filth like the beasties.
Tiffany Lynn Page: Speaking of management booking this match, what are they even thinking? A hardcore match is not the type of environment we Influencers should be even a part of.
Bianca took her eyes off the mirror, facing the Page sisters and Veronica.
Bianca Davis: Ladies, I agree like how is it fair to any of us? Did they put us in there with both House of Diz and The Beastiely sisters? Like two teams that are so jealous of us, you can smell it on them. I mean EW!
Veronica Taylor: Right, not to mention Riot Group, The freaks of the Covenant, and those mangy mutts of the Wolfpack, like we both deserve so much better than this. The Socialites and the Pretty Committee deserve better.
The Page sisters nod their heads in agreement at the statement of The Pretty Committee members. As Tiffany soon spoke.
Tiffany Lynn Page: Ladies, you're correct as always, and we all know they will be gunning for us; after all, they can't stand us. But that's normal for ugly people to stand the prettier, more popular type, right?
Bianca Davis: Duh! Like you have seen them hell, how many times are we going to have to face House of Diz and the Beasties? This is so dull plus, once again, a contractual rematch that keeps getting ignored for flavors of the month.
Veronica Taylor: Like, but here is the difference were sisters, all of us work together to get what we want. Them? They will try and work together, but it will break apart; why? Because they are all out for themselves. Tonight we prove why we are the dominant force in SRW rather anyone likes it or not.
Bianca, Veronica, and The Page Sisters all smirk as they notice the camera backstage and hold their hand over it to cut the feed. As what was being discussed further was not for their ears. As the scene fades to black.
-RIOT GROUP-VS-THE SOCIALITES-VS-COVENANT-VS-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-SISTERS OF DESTRUCTION-VS-WOLFPACK-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
As the cage door is locked in place around the seven tag teams, the Socialites and Pretty Committee confer with each other about last minute strategy. As the bell sounds, the Riot Group pairs off with House of Dix, the Covenant pairs off with the Wolfpack and the Sisters of Destruction charges directly into the Influencers. The Socialites take one Beasley Sistr and the Pretty Committee take the other. They start to bounce them off the cage wall while the other four teams square off.
Suddenly, outside, Bathory raises her goblet into the air and the lights slam off. The fans start to murmur in the dark. When the lights come back on, the Covenant have vanished. The Wolfpack just shake their head in disbelief. The Riot Group and House of Dix stop fighting and glance over by the wall. They get the Wolfpack’s attention and all three teams march over to the Influencers. Within seconds, the Socialites and Pretty Committee are getting smacked around eight on four.
The Riot Group takes Vanessa Page into the ring and hits her with the Riotstarter. The Wolfpack takes Veronica Taylor into the ring and hits her with the Kill. House of Dix brings Bianca Davis into the ring and hit her with the KFC Bargain Bucket. Sisters of Destruction bring Danielle Page into the ring and hit her with the Manual of Destruction. Bandit covers Vanessa, Mina covers Veronica, House covers Bianca and Valerie covers Danielle.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
The Socialites have been eliminated
The Pretty Committee have been eliminated.
As the four battered and bloodied Influencers are helped from the ring, the remaining four teams stand up and nod to each other respectfully. The Riot Group pairs off with House of Dix while the Sisters of Destruction pair off with the Wolfpack. One by one, every competitor finds a way to bounce off the wall and turn into a bloody mess.
Suddenly, Bathory raises her goblet again. The lights slam out again. When they come back, the Covenant attacks, hitting both the Riot Group and House of Dix with kendo sticks. The Wolfpack and Sisters of Destruction come at them. The Covenant are able to fend them off so that Nate lands on top of Bullet and L.A. lands on top of Dixon.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
The Riot Group have been eliminated
House of Dix have been eliminated.
The Covenant go crazy with their kendo sticks and then handcuff Valerie to the cage. They come back and continue to assault L.A. before hitting her with Mortis. They both cover L.A. as Valerie struggles to get free.
1!!!!
2!!!
3!!!
Sisters of Destruction have been eliminated.
The Wolfpack gets up and finds chairs and chains while L.A. is helped from the ring and cage. Valerie is released but security has to hold her back from going after the Covenant. The Wolfpack run over and start to go at it with the Covenant. The Covenant start to take over on Nate only far Mina to catch Amara for a chain-aided pin.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
The Covenant are eliminated.
The Covenant get to their feet and continue to attack before the lights go out one more time. When they come back on, the Covenant have disappeared again and the Wolfpack are lying in a bloody heap on the mat.
WINNERS: THE WOLFPACK!!!
Spazz: That shit has GOT to be gettin' old for the Wolfpack!
Koss: Even in victory, it's like a defeat! The Covenant are just one step ahead the entire time, but their luck has got to run out at some point.
Spazz: Is that before or after they sacrifice every motherfucker and their first born to Satan?
We cut backstage to find Monty Proust standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face.
Monty Proust: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Killer Carter!
The camera pans out a little to reveal the large frame of Killer Carter standing beside him with her tree trunk like arms folded across her chest.
Monty Proust: Carter… tonight you’re facing both Coda and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire in a Triple Threat Barbed Wire Match for Psycho’s Hardcore Championship. How are you feeling going into this match?
KC unfolds her arms and places her hands on her hips.
Killer Carter: Well I ain’t no stranger to Barbed Wire matches for a start… but I also know that Coda and Psycho are tough competitors even without weapons. Coda is an old friend… and Psycho is one of my Shieldmaiden sisters… I know them both pretty well and they know me very well too. So yeah, I’m looking forward to this match… but regardless of my personal feelings towards both of my opponents? The moment we step through those barbed wire ropes… it means war… and I’ll be doing everything in my power to walk out tonight as your NEW Hardcore Champion!
The interviewer nods.
Monty Proust: Well, I’d like to talk about what transpired the last time SRW aired… when you confronted The Covenant by coming to the aid of The Wolfpack. What made you decide to do that?
Killer Carter: Well, you see--
Carter pauses as she glances past Proust and the camera shows Halo watching on.
Killer Carter: Halo?
Halo nods.
Halo: How y’all doin’?
Monty Proust: Well, I’m doing well thank you, Halo…
KC shrugs as she folds her arms again.
Killer Carter: Getting ready for my title match… can I help you with anything?
Halo matches her stance.
Halo: I want to show them Devil’s Rejects where we keep the key to Heaven’s Gate!
Killer Carter: So… you want me to step aside and let you and The Wolfpack take care of those freaks? Is that what you’re asking?
Halo nods.
Killer Carter: All right then… I’ve got my own shit to deal with anyway…
Carter pats Halo on the arm a couple of times.
Killer Carter: Good luck. Now if you’ll excuse me… I’ve got a Hardcore title to win.
KC then walks off camera and a smirk grows on the face of Halo and she nods before we cut elsewhere.
Suddenly, outside, Bathory raises her goblet into the air and the lights slam off. The fans start to murmur in the dark. When the lights come back on, the Covenant have vanished. The Wolfpack just shake their head in disbelief. The Riot Group and House of Dix stop fighting and glance over by the wall. They get the Wolfpack’s attention and all three teams march over to the Influencers. Within seconds, the Socialites and Pretty Committee are getting smacked around eight on four.
The Riot Group takes Vanessa Page into the ring and hits her with the Riotstarter. The Wolfpack takes Veronica Taylor into the ring and hits her with the Kill. House of Dix brings Bianca Davis into the ring and hit her with the KFC Bargain Bucket. Sisters of Destruction bring Danielle Page into the ring and hit her with the Manual of Destruction. Bandit covers Vanessa, Mina covers Veronica, House covers Bianca and Valerie covers Danielle.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
The Socialites have been eliminated
The Pretty Committee have been eliminated.
As the four battered and bloodied Influencers are helped from the ring, the remaining four teams stand up and nod to each other respectfully. The Riot Group pairs off with House of Dix while the Sisters of Destruction pair off with the Wolfpack. One by one, every competitor finds a way to bounce off the wall and turn into a bloody mess.
Suddenly, Bathory raises her goblet again. The lights slam out again. When they come back, the Covenant attacks, hitting both the Riot Group and House of Dix with kendo sticks. The Wolfpack and Sisters of Destruction come at them. The Covenant are able to fend them off so that Nate lands on top of Bullet and L.A. lands on top of Dixon.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
The Riot Group have been eliminated
House of Dix have been eliminated.
The Covenant go crazy with their kendo sticks and then handcuff Valerie to the cage. They come back and continue to assault L.A. before hitting her with Mortis. They both cover L.A. as Valerie struggles to get free.
1!!!!
2!!!
3!!!
Sisters of Destruction have been eliminated.
The Wolfpack gets up and finds chairs and chains while L.A. is helped from the ring and cage. Valerie is released but security has to hold her back from going after the Covenant. The Wolfpack run over and start to go at it with the Covenant. The Covenant start to take over on Nate only far Mina to catch Amara for a chain-aided pin.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
The Covenant are eliminated.
The Covenant get to their feet and continue to attack before the lights go out one more time. When they come back on, the Covenant have disappeared again and the Wolfpack are lying in a bloody heap on the mat.
WINNERS: THE WOLFPACK!!!
Spazz: That shit has GOT to be gettin' old for the Wolfpack!
Koss: Even in victory, it's like a defeat! The Covenant are just one step ahead the entire time, but their luck has got to run out at some point.
Spazz: Is that before or after they sacrifice every motherfucker and their first born to Satan?
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to find Monty Proust standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face.
Monty Proust: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Killer Carter!
The camera pans out a little to reveal the large frame of Killer Carter standing beside him with her tree trunk like arms folded across her chest.
Monty Proust: Carter… tonight you’re facing both Coda and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire in a Triple Threat Barbed Wire Match for Psycho’s Hardcore Championship. How are you feeling going into this match?
KC unfolds her arms and places her hands on her hips.
Killer Carter: Well I ain’t no stranger to Barbed Wire matches for a start… but I also know that Coda and Psycho are tough competitors even without weapons. Coda is an old friend… and Psycho is one of my Shieldmaiden sisters… I know them both pretty well and they know me very well too. So yeah, I’m looking forward to this match… but regardless of my personal feelings towards both of my opponents? The moment we step through those barbed wire ropes… it means war… and I’ll be doing everything in my power to walk out tonight as your NEW Hardcore Champion!
The interviewer nods.
Monty Proust: Well, I’d like to talk about what transpired the last time SRW aired… when you confronted The Covenant by coming to the aid of The Wolfpack. What made you decide to do that?
Killer Carter: Well, you see--
Carter pauses as she glances past Proust and the camera shows Halo watching on.
Killer Carter: Halo?
Halo nods.
Halo: How y’all doin’?
Monty Proust: Well, I’m doing well thank you, Halo…
KC shrugs as she folds her arms again.
Killer Carter: Getting ready for my title match… can I help you with anything?
Halo matches her stance.
Halo: I want to show them Devil’s Rejects where we keep the key to Heaven’s Gate!
Killer Carter: So… you want me to step aside and let you and The Wolfpack take care of those freaks? Is that what you’re asking?
Halo nods.
Killer Carter: All right then… I’ve got my own shit to deal with anyway…
Carter pats Halo on the arm a couple of times.
Killer Carter: Good luck. Now if you’ll excuse me… I’ve got a Hardcore title to win.
KC then walks off camera and a smirk grows on the face of Halo and she nods before we cut elsewhere.
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
BARBWIRE MATCH
-PSYCHO MAGUIRE (C)-VS-KILLER CARTER-VS-CODA
-PSYCHO MAGUIRE (C)-VS-KILLER CARTER-VS-CODA
The ring crew finishes rigging up all the barbed wire and clears out as the three combatants look around at their surroundings. The crew members leave and the referee checks with all three fighters. One by one they nod their readiness and the official calls for the opening bell. Coda walks over, seemingly tunneling on Psycho. As Coda moves towards Psycho, Killer cocks her head to the right in disbelief. She movies in behind Coda, grabs her from behind and hurls her upside down into the corner. Coda lands in the barbed wire and the crowd visibly shudders at the impact from Coda landing in the tree of woe.
“WHUH!!!!!”
Psycho and Killer stare at her and then turn to face each other. Psycho cocks her head interrogatively and Killer nods affirmatively in acknowledgement. Psycho shrugs, Killer shrugging back at her. Psycho runs at Killer and the bigger woman scoops up the small woman and throws her like a lawn dart at Coda. Psycho crashes into Coda and bounces off, rolling from both Coda and the danger.
“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!”
Coda grimaces slightly as Killer crashes into her at full speed with a knee strike to the midsection.
“UUUUUHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Killer pulls Coda free and throws her to the mat. Psycho drops an elbow and covers Coda.
Killer breaks up the pin and pulls Psycho off of Coda. As she goes to throw Psycho, Coda kicks Killer in the leg. Killer staggers and Psycho is propelled short of the wire. Coda rolls Killer up.
Killer kicks out.
Psycho comes running over and hits a running knee to Killer. Coda pulls Killer down into a cradle.
Psycho breaks it up.
Coda kicks Psycho and slowly gets to her feet. Psycho fires a kick bac and the two start trading kicks, Coda, Psycho, Coda, Psycho, Coda, Psycho. Killer gets to her feet and runs both over with a double lariat. Killer drags Coda up and throws her bodily into the wire again, this chest facing firstways as she goes into it.
“UHHHH-WUHHHH!!!!!”
Killer grabs Psycho and goes to throw her only to get rolled into a victory roll.
Killer kicks out.
Psycho hops up and kicks Killer, Coda pulling away from the wire and following with a kick of her own to Killer. The larger woman staggers back and eats two more kicks before falling into the wire.
“UUUHOOOOH!!!!”
Psycho grabs Coda and delivers a Dublin Kiss. Coda is staggered and Psycho swings into action to roll her into a cradle.
Coda kicks out.
Killer pulls herself away from the wire and swings a vicious elbow that connects on Psycho and sends her into the wire.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Psycho pulls away from the wire and Killer catches her, throwing the bloody Irish woman clean over the wire. Coda hits a bicycle kick and then covers Killer.
Killer kicks out.
Coda is sent into the wire and rolls away from it. Killer picks her up and snaps off the Jackhammer.
1!!!
Psycho staggers up and tries to dive in to stop it.
2!!!
Psycho gets caught in the wire and reaches out anyway.
3!!!!
WINNER AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION: KILLER CARTER!!!
Koss: Killer Carter is the new Hardcore Champion!
Spazz: KC Deffo was on her game tonight! The Pint-Size Kaiju fuckin' brought it and Psycho pulled out all the stops but the Killer is Queen of the Hardcore Scene!
Spazz: KC Deffo was on her game tonight! The Pint-Size Kaiju fuckin' brought it and Psycho pulled out all the stops but the Killer is Queen of the Hardcore Scene!
SEGMENT
An old camera comes to life in a darkened theatre, the type with stage and a projector playing against a descended screen. The grainy video shows the first time Risa Saito, then known only by her ring name of Super Tiger, stepped through the curtain of a North American wrestling show. “Gimme Chocolate” by BABYMETAL plays through the venue's old, nearly ruined sound system. The music is uneven, rising and falling when it shouldn’t, as the video continues. It cuts, abruptly, to Super Tiger and her former tag team partner Arley Kirk as Kawaii Trash Pandas GO!, holding the NFW World Tag Team Championships over their heads. Another cut, this time to the same pair of women holding the NVR World Tag Team Championships. Abruptly, the camera cuts yet again, this time to Super Tiger and Zoe Jane, the WWR World Tag Team Championships held in their hands. As “Fly High” by Haikyuu fades, so does the picture, only for the camera to kick back on, as if a reel has been changed. Now we show Super Tiger, her true name of Risa Jackson having been revealed to the public, as she stands in the middle of an NFW ring, fingers pointing to the NFW WrestleWar sign as she stands victorious, undefeated in the third iteration of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament.
“Memories are like the wind. Sometimes, they are strong, pushing you around. They force you in a direction you do not wish to go. Inconvenient, and, in some cases, dangerous. Look at this foolish woman. The smile on her face. The light in her eyes as if she’s WON something.”
The feed jumps to the closing moments of WrestleWar as Super Tiger looks up off screen, defeated after a grueling competition.
“This stupid young woman actually BELIEVED everyone who told her that no matter what, there was no way she could lose. That this was her time. That now was when she would prove everyone wrong, and stand tall as a world champion.”
The reel ends, flapping in it’s holder as the light shines against the backdrop. The SuperNova Risa Jackson walks in front of the screen, the light momentarily obscuring her face as she holds her arms out. The lights in the old theater come on, slowly, and not for dramatic effect. The building looks as though it could collapse of its own accord at any moment. The ancient lighting flickers, and one of the bulbs even pops, weakly, as it goes out.
“All of those accolades she earned? The titles she was so proud of. That stupid. Fucking. Mask…”
She reaches into her jacket, extracting a balled up piece of fabric. Bright pink, with gold sequins. Slowly she unfolds it to reveal a Super Tiger mask. The very first mask she wore when she stepped into the ring for the very first time. It was torn, one ear threadbare, the other hanging on by only a few strands of fabric. She pulls over a chair, then steps off the stage. She returns in just a moment with an old department store styled mannequin, fully clothed in the same ring gear she’d worn on that fateful night. She tugs the mask down over the mannequin’s head, carefully tightening the strings in the back before buckling the chin strap.
“This?”
The Asian woman points to the mannequin, a look of disgust and anger on her face.
“THIS is all that remains of everyone’s precious Super Tiger. For a few fleeting weeks, I actually considered what everyone was telling me. That I’d made a mistake. That siding with my Lord and Lady Crowley was not only a poor decision, but the absolute wrong one. I could FEEL her trying to regain control.”
Risa began to pace, hands in the pockets of her jacket as she shakes her head, muttering to herself. Eventually she shrugs the jacket off, tossing it into the front row.
“And then Adrianna Salvatore happened. She decided that she’d start a one woman crusade against my new family, and I was the first obstacle she had to overcome. So she left me, broken, crying, ruined as she stood tall. Barking like a rabid beast at the rest of the House. Stating she’d make them pay. But…”
A sadistic smile played across the soft features of the Asian’s face as she drug her fingers down both sides of her face, biting her lip.
“She didn’t do enough. The SuperNova returned, and did what supernovas do. I burned brighter than anything Adrianna had ever seen before, and left her lying in the cold and the dark.”
Her head snaps up to face the camera. Her eyes are wide, unblinking. Her face is one of dark excitement.
“And now that same SuperNova has come to Southern Rebellion Wrestling. There are no monsters in the dark. Dragon’s are a fairy tale myth. Terminators are science fiction. None of these things truly exist. But supernovas? Oh they’re quite real. And when a supernova gets serious, it devours an entire solar system before it’s hunger has been sated and it recedes in upon itself, becoming a black hole to fully erase the remnants of everything it has destroyed.”
She steps off the stage, grabbing her jacket and pulling it on. The camera follows as she exits, all of the lights still on as she steps through the formerly boarded up doors and out onto an empty street. The place where she stands is a ghost town. This main street is nothing but locked doors and shuttered windows. She crosses the street, wrapping the coat around herself at the chill in the night.
“So, Southern Rebellion Wrestling. You are my new solar system. And this SuperNova? Well… I’ve only just begun to burn.”
Her face contorts into the wide eyed grin of someone who’s clearly not playing with a full deck of cards before suddenly the theatre bursts into flames behind her, the windows exploding outward, glass showering the sidewalk and the street.
“It doesn’t matter if you beg. Forfeit. Run away. Stand tall and fight me. I will devour you ALL.”
The shot rises into the air and away, fading to black as the Asian woman turns, walking away down the deserted street.
“Memories are like the wind. Sometimes, they are strong, pushing you around. They force you in a direction you do not wish to go. Inconvenient, and, in some cases, dangerous. Look at this foolish woman. The smile on her face. The light in her eyes as if she’s WON something.”
The feed jumps to the closing moments of WrestleWar as Super Tiger looks up off screen, defeated after a grueling competition.
“This stupid young woman actually BELIEVED everyone who told her that no matter what, there was no way she could lose. That this was her time. That now was when she would prove everyone wrong, and stand tall as a world champion.”
The reel ends, flapping in it’s holder as the light shines against the backdrop. The SuperNova Risa Jackson walks in front of the screen, the light momentarily obscuring her face as she holds her arms out. The lights in the old theater come on, slowly, and not for dramatic effect. The building looks as though it could collapse of its own accord at any moment. The ancient lighting flickers, and one of the bulbs even pops, weakly, as it goes out.
“All of those accolades she earned? The titles she was so proud of. That stupid. Fucking. Mask…”
She reaches into her jacket, extracting a balled up piece of fabric. Bright pink, with gold sequins. Slowly she unfolds it to reveal a Super Tiger mask. The very first mask she wore when she stepped into the ring for the very first time. It was torn, one ear threadbare, the other hanging on by only a few strands of fabric. She pulls over a chair, then steps off the stage. She returns in just a moment with an old department store styled mannequin, fully clothed in the same ring gear she’d worn on that fateful night. She tugs the mask down over the mannequin’s head, carefully tightening the strings in the back before buckling the chin strap.
“This?”
The Asian woman points to the mannequin, a look of disgust and anger on her face.
“THIS is all that remains of everyone’s precious Super Tiger. For a few fleeting weeks, I actually considered what everyone was telling me. That I’d made a mistake. That siding with my Lord and Lady Crowley was not only a poor decision, but the absolute wrong one. I could FEEL her trying to regain control.”
Risa began to pace, hands in the pockets of her jacket as she shakes her head, muttering to herself. Eventually she shrugs the jacket off, tossing it into the front row.
“And then Adrianna Salvatore happened. She decided that she’d start a one woman crusade against my new family, and I was the first obstacle she had to overcome. So she left me, broken, crying, ruined as she stood tall. Barking like a rabid beast at the rest of the House. Stating she’d make them pay. But…”
A sadistic smile played across the soft features of the Asian’s face as she drug her fingers down both sides of her face, biting her lip.
“She didn’t do enough. The SuperNova returned, and did what supernovas do. I burned brighter than anything Adrianna had ever seen before, and left her lying in the cold and the dark.”
Her head snaps up to face the camera. Her eyes are wide, unblinking. Her face is one of dark excitement.
“And now that same SuperNova has come to Southern Rebellion Wrestling. There are no monsters in the dark. Dragon’s are a fairy tale myth. Terminators are science fiction. None of these things truly exist. But supernovas? Oh they’re quite real. And when a supernova gets serious, it devours an entire solar system before it’s hunger has been sated and it recedes in upon itself, becoming a black hole to fully erase the remnants of everything it has destroyed.”
She steps off the stage, grabbing her jacket and pulling it on. The camera follows as she exits, all of the lights still on as she steps through the formerly boarded up doors and out onto an empty street. The place where she stands is a ghost town. This main street is nothing but locked doors and shuttered windows. She crosses the street, wrapping the coat around herself at the chill in the night.
“So, Southern Rebellion Wrestling. You are my new solar system. And this SuperNova? Well… I’ve only just begun to burn.”
Her face contorts into the wide eyed grin of someone who’s clearly not playing with a full deck of cards before suddenly the theatre bursts into flames behind her, the windows exploding outward, glass showering the sidewalk and the street.
“It doesn’t matter if you beg. Forfeit. Run away. Stand tall and fight me. I will devour you ALL.”
The shot rises into the air and away, fading to black as the Asian woman turns, walking away down the deserted street.
TLC MATCH
-WILDSIDE (C)-VS-SKILLZ VENDORZ-
The bell sounds and Wildside meets the Skillz Vendorz in the center of the ring. The Skillz Vendorz try to use their speed to stay one step ahead of the champion but Widlside are able to catch them after a few passes and ground them with matching spinebusters. Zenna and Seleana roll out to the floor to get a ladder and as they go to put it into the ring, the Skillz vendorz get up and hit a double dropkick to the ladder. It smashes back into Wildside, knocking both Zdunich Sisters down onto the floor. The Skillz Vendorz take the ladder and set it up, Sammi going for the climb while Katrina stays on her feet below both to steady the ladder and run interference.
Seleana and Zenan stagger up as Sammi gets a third of the way up and both dive into the ring. Katrina cuts off Zenna but Seleana gets past her and hads up the other side of the ladder. Sammi and Seleana reach the top at the same time and start trading punches on each other. As they continue to fire away, Zenna shoves Katrina over and Katrina bounces off the ladder. Katrina staggers away, blood trickling down her face from the impact. Zenna grabs her and goes to Irish whip her but Katrina reverses it and inadvertently sends Zenna smashing into the ladder, knocking it over.
“OOOOH!!!!!”
Sammi and Seleana both go flying off the ladder and plummet down, clotheslining themselves across the top rope and then snapping back into the ring and landing in matching heaps on the mat. Katrina grabs the ladder and sets it back up again. She starts to climb up but Zenna pulls her off the ladder. Katrina turns in midair and spins into a tornado ddt. Katrina staggers up and starts up the ladder. Seleana gets up and shakes the ladder. Katrina falls off the ladder and Seleana catches her, spinning into a belly to belly suplex that lands her over the far corner. Seleana goes back up the ladder, Sammi going up the other side of the ladder simultaneously. They meet at the top again and start to exchange blows. Seleana steps across the side of the ladder and jumps off into the Kattöga.
“HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”
Seleana starts to stagger up and Katrina catches her for a big clothesline against the turnbuckles. Zenna gets up and starts up the ladder. Katrina goes up after her and now it’s their turn to exchange shots on the top of the ladder. Katrina bounces Zenna’s head off the top of the ladder and then jumps over for a sunset flip powerbomb.
“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Sammi staggers up and starts up the ladder again. Seleana gets up and staggers after her. The two meet at the top and start trading for the third time. Katrina gets up and starts to climb under her partner. As Katrina reaches just under Sammi’s legs, Zenna staggers up and starts up as well. Zenna tries to get up under Seleana to give her a boost. Katrina swings around the side as Sammi tries to keep Seleana from reaching for the championships. Katrina steps around and hits the Shadow Kick off the ladder to Zenna.
“HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”
Zenna and Seleana plummet down to the mat. Katrina falls and lands next to them. As they all fall off, the ladder starts to wobble and Sammi holds on for dear life.
“PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!!”
Sammi goes for broke and jumps up, grabbing the belts. They come loose and she falls to the mat, holding the championships.
WINNERS AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: SKILLZ VENDORZ!!!!
Spazz: HOLY FUCK!
Koss: And the Skillz Vendorz have dethroned Wildside for the Tag Team Championships!
Spazz: Theyz good and all but I did not expect them to take it home, Lunchbox!
Koss: Well from the first match against Wildside, The Skillz Vendorz proved they were ready to take the shot. Let's see what they do with the gold!
We cut backstage to find Monty Proust standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face.
Monty Proust: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome my guest at this time… Becca “Bruiser” Maguire!
The camera pans out a little to reveal Becca “Bruiser” Maguire standing beside the interviewer.
Monty Proust: Becca… tonight you’re facing off against Luther Thunder for his Ultimate Conquest Championship with CCM as the special guest referee. How are you feeling going into this match?
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: I’m fuckin’ pumped, lad! Last time I had a match for SRW… I took Ursula Von Rossbach to her fuckin’ limit and almost managed to take the Queen o’ the South Championship from her… but ultimately came up short in the end.
Bruiser folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And tonight? I take on another great fuckin’ champion who I have a lotta respect for in Luther Thunder. But despite the respect I have for him… once we step into that fuckin’ rin’... it’s all business! And I’m gonna be bringin’ everythin’ I’ve got tonight coz I wanna make sure that I walk out o’ the Boardwalk Hall tonight… as the fuckin’ brand new Ultimate Conquest Champion!
Proust nods.
Monty Proust: And what are your thoughts on the special guest referee, CCM?
Maguire shrugs.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: All that matters when it comes to him is that he fuckin’ call it down the middle. If he does that and doesn’t cause any funny business… we’re all good.
The interviewer nods once again.
Monty Proust: Well Becca, thank you for your time and good luck tonight!
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Cheers, lad!
Bruiser then puts up her hood and then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth before making the M shape with her fingers and then walking off camera as we cut elsewhere.
We are backstage at the Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, New Jersey with the Ultimate Conquest Champion Luther Thunder dressed to compete, alone in the silence, just him and the championship of his draped over the backrest of a chair seated next to him. He is seated on a steel chair, head bowed down and palms together almost as if in a prayer before looking up to the camera.
Luther Thunder: There are those who believe that the lives we live are a game of chance, that depending on the choices and decisions we make the results vary. There are those I’ve personally met who have told me “Luther there is no God, no kismet, no grand plan, you are what you make of yourself and only you can be held responsible for your actions.” While that sounds lovely and empowering I do not believe in such a thing. I just can’t believe that if each and every one of us could pick and choose how we live and who we become that we wouldn’t all be successful, rich and powerful. Why pray tell me would anyone choose to be poor? What kind of sick, twisted choice would you have to make to become a slave to your own addiction, we could have a thousand people have a drink, scratch a lottery ticket, try out some drugs and are you telling me that anyone in that group decides: This is so great, such a rush that I will sacrifice all I have, all I love and all I own just to get more. That they would dedicate the rest of their existence on this earth to be that and only that? No, never.
He shakes his head in disbelief, the wild mane spiked up nice and neat as he looks back at the camera.
Luther Thunder: There are millions of people from all walks of life who suffer from diseases, mental and physical limitations things that are untreatable and incurable. Am I supposed to believe that people in Africa chose to starve? That people in India just prefer to live amongst overpopulation and proper living conditions or that people in North Korea are perfectly fine with their own “choice” of living under the thumb of some power-hungry despot and the only reason they still go through that is because they don’t want to leave, that life as they have it is so good, so great that they want naught, no. Never. So imagine my amazement when when tonight’s even “Hail The Apocalypse” comes from of Atlantic City of all places. For those of you wondering “AC” as some refer to it is kinda like Las Vegas in the sense that gambling is rampant in this place. Maybe to a lesser extent but Atlantic City would happily grow up to be as big as inviting and as known as Las Vegas. They legalized gambling since it can help fund this city, keep pumping life to it and I suppose the age old excuse “if people want to gamble they will do it regardless of legality so might as well profit for it” right? This city is perfectly happy at benefitting from the addictions of others, of it’s own people from near and far to come in, drop as much money as possible to their establishments and then leave to earn more to keep feeding the never satisfied hunger of who? The poor, the less fortunate and the needy? No, they chose that life,right? Instead this place perfectly acknowledges and legalizes the fact that unlike in Las Vegas, the local officials, business tycoons and other fat cats can pocket the profits. Of course that is fine since the people who hope and dream of a better life, who believe that one spin from the one armed bandit, right sequence of flashy lights of a slot machine or right landing of a roulette ball or craps can and will change their lives. They chose to be poor right? They chose to have less so that those who have all the money in the world who can’t even dream of spending it all, would get more, right? Wrong.
He sits upright, leaning back against the backrest of his steel chair.
Luther Thunder: Why am I discussing this with you, that must be what you are wondering, right? What does this have to do with anything related to tonight? It has everything to do with it folks, because what unites Atlantic City it’s powers that be and my match at Hail The Apocalypse: is greed. Tonight I am yet again defending the Ultimate Conquest Championship against what one could only call a bonafide competitor, yet another one of the great members of Southern Rebellion Wrestlings’s roster. That being Becca Maguire if that name sounds familiar you may know her significant other Psycho Maguire..yep that last name is not a coincidence. Just by that last name I can not, will not expect anything less than a all out, drag out dog gone fight. Now what does any of this have to do with greed? Well look no further than the one wearing the stripes tonight the three most sadistic letters in the english language: C. C. M. Mr. Millar who IS related to one one W.M.D M stands for Millar by the way for those wondering.. CCM has willingly and very purposely in cahoots with his father decided that they will do what they can to ruin me. They have threatened me, my family, my livelihood, my life and all that I hold dear in this world and why? Does he want what I have? Are the Millars doing it all just to gain possession of the Ultimate Conquest Championship, the very title that I put my blood, sweat and tears to making what it is? No. Because Millar already had the title, and kept on taunting and tormenting me. Mocking me and belittling me by reminding how he has beaten and humiliated me not once but twice. He also went on record earlier in the year that he does not even care to win the championship as long as I don’t win it. Put a pin on that thought folks.
He glances over at the championship on the chair next to him as if it would give him the strength to go on.
Luther Thunder: That is the kind of person who is supposed to be enforcing the rules of my match against Miss Maguire. A man who’s own father and accomplice showed up as a referee himself to secure one of those humiliating losses to me. A overgrown ogre disguised as a borderline senile senior citizen but who willingly encourages and assists his offspring in making a mockery of not just me and the division I hold the greatest prize for but our industry as a whole. Millars are thugs, they are bullies, they are a scourge to not just Southern Rebellion Wrestling but wherever they show up and these two ruffians, renegades and degenerates are blaming it all on me as if I was somehow to blame for unleashing the plague that is their existence to the world. They claim that I attacked WMD, but conveniently left out the fact that WMD CHEATED along with his son to get a tapout victory over me in what was my first ever match in this great organization, we both debuted. I was humbled and he had a hollow victory but is he ashamed? Does he feel bad over it? No! He revels and brags about it! CCM is gloating about how he “outsmarted” me and how he’s now paying back to the wrestling business for the bad treatment he supposedly got over the years. Now tonight’s match may seem like a fair 1 vs 1 match in theory and at the first glance. Sure WMD is not allowed at ringside but neither is my darling wife, my delicate little flower who would not harm a hair on anyone’s head..is banned so that should something shady happen she won’t be there to stop it or call attention to it. The one person in this world who knows as well as I do what the Millars are upto and what they are capable of is banned from the ringside and the match. Taken into consideration our official’s stance on myself as a person and the championship I am currently in possession of AND the fact that I am facing a Maguire in that ring..I’d say this is far from a fair 1 vs 1 bout, if anything this is closer to a 2 on 1 match because I doubt Miss Maguire would not sneeze at becoming a champion and knowing Mr. CCM as I do, he would like nothing more than have me lose yet again..because of him.
Luther Thunder: So wouldn’t it be easier just to bow down, to make it easier for myself and lay down and get it over with, hand over the title to Maguire and let the Millars laugh at their handiwork yet again, am I greedy for going into this match knowing the stakes and odds are stacked up against me so heavily that if this was a table the other side would fold?
He looks at the championship again and smiles, just for a moment but long enough for the camera to catch it before he looks back.
Luther Thunder: I’ve sacrificed too much for this division, I’ve faced people who would have ended the lives and careers of lesser competitors than me, I’ve faced insummarable odds and overcome them time and time again. Sure I had a few stumbles, yes even some losses, but I’ve gotten back up, fought my way back to the winning ways and if I was just greedy, if all I seeked was personal glory, fame and fortune. There would be so many easier ways of doing it. No. I am going out there for all of you, the fans who deserve the best that Southern Rebellion Wrestling has to offer, who deserve great, legendary matches on every show. Not just supershows, pay per views or big events but every darn night you put your hard earned money on the line for us. Now THAT is by choice, that is something any of you could choose not to do and put your money, free time and trust in anything else, but you are loyal to what we represent and for that I thank you, for that I owe you the very best I got. Even if Millar is out there waiting for me to fail, even if Maguire no doubt has had meetings about just how to beat me senseless and ready to leave with the Undisputed Conquest Championship, even if it is a gamble where the outcome may just not be what I want, hope or even remotely at my favor. It is what I have to do, I have NO choice on the matter..
He stands up and grabs the championship, draping it over his shoulder.
Luther Thunder: Because I am the Ultimate Conquest Championship and it will never get any better than this. Keep your eyes peeled folks, don’t even blink unless you absolutely have to, because this is a match that no one wants to miss and that is the one true sure bet and jackpot on tonight’s event. See you soon.
He walks off and the show moves on elsewhere.
Koss: Impassioned words by Luther Thunder. The Champion is not looking to drop his gold today. Let's see how it goes!
Spazz: My money is on the ref deep dicking him out of the title yo!
Koss: So true. I'm worried about that booking choice as CCM has been trying to get the belt off of Luther from day one!
Spazz: I predict a new UC Champion tonight!
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIPSeleana and Zenan stagger up as Sammi gets a third of the way up and both dive into the ring. Katrina cuts off Zenna but Seleana gets past her and hads up the other side of the ladder. Sammi and Seleana reach the top at the same time and start trading punches on each other. As they continue to fire away, Zenna shoves Katrina over and Katrina bounces off the ladder. Katrina staggers away, blood trickling down her face from the impact. Zenna grabs her and goes to Irish whip her but Katrina reverses it and inadvertently sends Zenna smashing into the ladder, knocking it over.
“OOOOH!!!!!”
Sammi and Seleana both go flying off the ladder and plummet down, clotheslining themselves across the top rope and then snapping back into the ring and landing in matching heaps on the mat. Katrina grabs the ladder and sets it back up again. She starts to climb up but Zenna pulls her off the ladder. Katrina turns in midair and spins into a tornado ddt. Katrina staggers up and starts up the ladder. Seleana gets up and shakes the ladder. Katrina falls off the ladder and Seleana catches her, spinning into a belly to belly suplex that lands her over the far corner. Seleana goes back up the ladder, Sammi going up the other side of the ladder simultaneously. They meet at the top again and start to exchange blows. Seleana steps across the side of the ladder and jumps off into the Kattöga.
“HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”
Seleana starts to stagger up and Katrina catches her for a big clothesline against the turnbuckles. Zenna gets up and starts up the ladder. Katrina goes up after her and now it’s their turn to exchange shots on the top of the ladder. Katrina bounces Zenna’s head off the top of the ladder and then jumps over for a sunset flip powerbomb.
“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Sammi staggers up and starts up the ladder again. Seleana gets up and staggers after her. The two meet at the top and start trading for the third time. Katrina gets up and starts to climb under her partner. As Katrina reaches just under Sammi’s legs, Zenna staggers up and starts up as well. Zenna tries to get up under Seleana to give her a boost. Katrina swings around the side as Sammi tries to keep Seleana from reaching for the championships. Katrina steps around and hits the Shadow Kick off the ladder to Zenna.
“HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”
Zenna and Seleana plummet down to the mat. Katrina falls and lands next to them. As they all fall off, the ladder starts to wobble and Sammi holds on for dear life.
“PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!!”
Sammi goes for broke and jumps up, grabbing the belts. They come loose and she falls to the mat, holding the championships.
WINNERS AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: SKILLZ VENDORZ!!!!
Spazz: HOLY FUCK!
Koss: And the Skillz Vendorz have dethroned Wildside for the Tag Team Championships!
Spazz: Theyz good and all but I did not expect them to take it home, Lunchbox!
Koss: Well from the first match against Wildside, The Skillz Vendorz proved they were ready to take the shot. Let's see what they do with the gold!
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to find Monty Proust standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face.
Monty Proust: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome my guest at this time… Becca “Bruiser” Maguire!
The camera pans out a little to reveal Becca “Bruiser” Maguire standing beside the interviewer.
Monty Proust: Becca… tonight you’re facing off against Luther Thunder for his Ultimate Conquest Championship with CCM as the special guest referee. How are you feeling going into this match?
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: I’m fuckin’ pumped, lad! Last time I had a match for SRW… I took Ursula Von Rossbach to her fuckin’ limit and almost managed to take the Queen o’ the South Championship from her… but ultimately came up short in the end.
Bruiser folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And tonight? I take on another great fuckin’ champion who I have a lotta respect for in Luther Thunder. But despite the respect I have for him… once we step into that fuckin’ rin’... it’s all business! And I’m gonna be bringin’ everythin’ I’ve got tonight coz I wanna make sure that I walk out o’ the Boardwalk Hall tonight… as the fuckin’ brand new Ultimate Conquest Champion!
Proust nods.
Monty Proust: And what are your thoughts on the special guest referee, CCM?
Maguire shrugs.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: All that matters when it comes to him is that he fuckin’ call it down the middle. If he does that and doesn’t cause any funny business… we’re all good.
The interviewer nods once again.
Monty Proust: Well Becca, thank you for your time and good luck tonight!
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Cheers, lad!
Bruiser then puts up her hood and then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth before making the M shape with her fingers and then walking off camera as we cut elsewhere.
SEGMENT
We are backstage at the Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, New Jersey with the Ultimate Conquest Champion Luther Thunder dressed to compete, alone in the silence, just him and the championship of his draped over the backrest of a chair seated next to him. He is seated on a steel chair, head bowed down and palms together almost as if in a prayer before looking up to the camera.
Luther Thunder: There are those who believe that the lives we live are a game of chance, that depending on the choices and decisions we make the results vary. There are those I’ve personally met who have told me “Luther there is no God, no kismet, no grand plan, you are what you make of yourself and only you can be held responsible for your actions.” While that sounds lovely and empowering I do not believe in such a thing. I just can’t believe that if each and every one of us could pick and choose how we live and who we become that we wouldn’t all be successful, rich and powerful. Why pray tell me would anyone choose to be poor? What kind of sick, twisted choice would you have to make to become a slave to your own addiction, we could have a thousand people have a drink, scratch a lottery ticket, try out some drugs and are you telling me that anyone in that group decides: This is so great, such a rush that I will sacrifice all I have, all I love and all I own just to get more. That they would dedicate the rest of their existence on this earth to be that and only that? No, never.
He shakes his head in disbelief, the wild mane spiked up nice and neat as he looks back at the camera.
Luther Thunder: There are millions of people from all walks of life who suffer from diseases, mental and physical limitations things that are untreatable and incurable. Am I supposed to believe that people in Africa chose to starve? That people in India just prefer to live amongst overpopulation and proper living conditions or that people in North Korea are perfectly fine with their own “choice” of living under the thumb of some power-hungry despot and the only reason they still go through that is because they don’t want to leave, that life as they have it is so good, so great that they want naught, no. Never. So imagine my amazement when when tonight’s even “Hail The Apocalypse” comes from of Atlantic City of all places. For those of you wondering “AC” as some refer to it is kinda like Las Vegas in the sense that gambling is rampant in this place. Maybe to a lesser extent but Atlantic City would happily grow up to be as big as inviting and as known as Las Vegas. They legalized gambling since it can help fund this city, keep pumping life to it and I suppose the age old excuse “if people want to gamble they will do it regardless of legality so might as well profit for it” right? This city is perfectly happy at benefitting from the addictions of others, of it’s own people from near and far to come in, drop as much money as possible to their establishments and then leave to earn more to keep feeding the never satisfied hunger of who? The poor, the less fortunate and the needy? No, they chose that life,right? Instead this place perfectly acknowledges and legalizes the fact that unlike in Las Vegas, the local officials, business tycoons and other fat cats can pocket the profits. Of course that is fine since the people who hope and dream of a better life, who believe that one spin from the one armed bandit, right sequence of flashy lights of a slot machine or right landing of a roulette ball or craps can and will change their lives. They chose to be poor right? They chose to have less so that those who have all the money in the world who can’t even dream of spending it all, would get more, right? Wrong.
He sits upright, leaning back against the backrest of his steel chair.
Luther Thunder: Why am I discussing this with you, that must be what you are wondering, right? What does this have to do with anything related to tonight? It has everything to do with it folks, because what unites Atlantic City it’s powers that be and my match at Hail The Apocalypse: is greed. Tonight I am yet again defending the Ultimate Conquest Championship against what one could only call a bonafide competitor, yet another one of the great members of Southern Rebellion Wrestlings’s roster. That being Becca Maguire if that name sounds familiar you may know her significant other Psycho Maguire..yep that last name is not a coincidence. Just by that last name I can not, will not expect anything less than a all out, drag out dog gone fight. Now what does any of this have to do with greed? Well look no further than the one wearing the stripes tonight the three most sadistic letters in the english language: C. C. M. Mr. Millar who IS related to one one W.M.D M stands for Millar by the way for those wondering.. CCM has willingly and very purposely in cahoots with his father decided that they will do what they can to ruin me. They have threatened me, my family, my livelihood, my life and all that I hold dear in this world and why? Does he want what I have? Are the Millars doing it all just to gain possession of the Ultimate Conquest Championship, the very title that I put my blood, sweat and tears to making what it is? No. Because Millar already had the title, and kept on taunting and tormenting me. Mocking me and belittling me by reminding how he has beaten and humiliated me not once but twice. He also went on record earlier in the year that he does not even care to win the championship as long as I don’t win it. Put a pin on that thought folks.
He glances over at the championship on the chair next to him as if it would give him the strength to go on.
Luther Thunder: That is the kind of person who is supposed to be enforcing the rules of my match against Miss Maguire. A man who’s own father and accomplice showed up as a referee himself to secure one of those humiliating losses to me. A overgrown ogre disguised as a borderline senile senior citizen but who willingly encourages and assists his offspring in making a mockery of not just me and the division I hold the greatest prize for but our industry as a whole. Millars are thugs, they are bullies, they are a scourge to not just Southern Rebellion Wrestling but wherever they show up and these two ruffians, renegades and degenerates are blaming it all on me as if I was somehow to blame for unleashing the plague that is their existence to the world. They claim that I attacked WMD, but conveniently left out the fact that WMD CHEATED along with his son to get a tapout victory over me in what was my first ever match in this great organization, we both debuted. I was humbled and he had a hollow victory but is he ashamed? Does he feel bad over it? No! He revels and brags about it! CCM is gloating about how he “outsmarted” me and how he’s now paying back to the wrestling business for the bad treatment he supposedly got over the years. Now tonight’s match may seem like a fair 1 vs 1 match in theory and at the first glance. Sure WMD is not allowed at ringside but neither is my darling wife, my delicate little flower who would not harm a hair on anyone’s head..is banned so that should something shady happen she won’t be there to stop it or call attention to it. The one person in this world who knows as well as I do what the Millars are upto and what they are capable of is banned from the ringside and the match. Taken into consideration our official’s stance on myself as a person and the championship I am currently in possession of AND the fact that I am facing a Maguire in that ring..I’d say this is far from a fair 1 vs 1 bout, if anything this is closer to a 2 on 1 match because I doubt Miss Maguire would not sneeze at becoming a champion and knowing Mr. CCM as I do, he would like nothing more than have me lose yet again..because of him.
Luther Thunder: So wouldn’t it be easier just to bow down, to make it easier for myself and lay down and get it over with, hand over the title to Maguire and let the Millars laugh at their handiwork yet again, am I greedy for going into this match knowing the stakes and odds are stacked up against me so heavily that if this was a table the other side would fold?
He looks at the championship again and smiles, just for a moment but long enough for the camera to catch it before he looks back.
Luther Thunder: I’ve sacrificed too much for this division, I’ve faced people who would have ended the lives and careers of lesser competitors than me, I’ve faced insummarable odds and overcome them time and time again. Sure I had a few stumbles, yes even some losses, but I’ve gotten back up, fought my way back to the winning ways and if I was just greedy, if all I seeked was personal glory, fame and fortune. There would be so many easier ways of doing it. No. I am going out there for all of you, the fans who deserve the best that Southern Rebellion Wrestling has to offer, who deserve great, legendary matches on every show. Not just supershows, pay per views or big events but every darn night you put your hard earned money on the line for us. Now THAT is by choice, that is something any of you could choose not to do and put your money, free time and trust in anything else, but you are loyal to what we represent and for that I thank you, for that I owe you the very best I got. Even if Millar is out there waiting for me to fail, even if Maguire no doubt has had meetings about just how to beat me senseless and ready to leave with the Undisputed Conquest Championship, even if it is a gamble where the outcome may just not be what I want, hope or even remotely at my favor. It is what I have to do, I have NO choice on the matter..
He stands up and grabs the championship, draping it over his shoulder.
Luther Thunder: Because I am the Ultimate Conquest Championship and it will never get any better than this. Keep your eyes peeled folks, don’t even blink unless you absolutely have to, because this is a match that no one wants to miss and that is the one true sure bet and jackpot on tonight’s event. See you soon.
He walks off and the show moves on elsewhere.
Koss: Impassioned words by Luther Thunder. The Champion is not looking to drop his gold today. Let's see how it goes!
Spazz: My money is on the ref deep dicking him out of the title yo!
Koss: So true. I'm worried about that booking choice as CCM has been trying to get the belt off of Luther from day one!
Spazz: I predict a new UC Champion tonight!
GUEST REFEREE MATCH
-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-BECCA MAGUIRE-
Referee: C.C.M.
Luther towards over the Bruiser, the Thunderous one rippling with power and fury while Becca casts him a withering scowl that would dismantle a lesser man. To the left of them is a smug, snickering CCM prancing about in referee gear. He just motions for the bell and Becca takes the first shot. Thunder's head snaps to the side and he responds with a sing of his own but Becca ducks it, going around him and leaping on his back with a single arm around his neck while battering his chest with overhand punches! He catches her head and snapmares her over the shoulder. Bruiser lands with a tuck and roll and goes running for the ropes, rebounding back. He throws a big boot up as she returns with a flying leap right into the boot! Becca hit's the canvas with a croak and a groan, clutching her guts and kicking her legs!
She fits to her feet only for Luther to catch her by the back of her neck and toss her across the ring! She skids and rolls to a crouch in a nearby corner as he rushes in. Gripping the ropes, she vaults to the top and then flips over him, landing behind and hitting a hard kick to the back of his knee. He buckles and falls, draped over the corner! She then wraps her arms around his waist, pulls him out and hits an impressive German Suplex on the big man. It becomes a double pin event but CCM takes several seconds to check Becca's shoulders, nudging her to roll hers a bit and when she does... ONETWOTHRE-KICKOUT!!!
He laughs as Luther jumps up, getting in his face. CCM holds his hands up, shaking his head, "LOOK IT'S LEGAL!!! I'M JUST DOING MY BLOODY JOB MATE!"
Becca snakes a hand up between his legs and pulls Thunder in for a rollup pin but he rolls right through it and catches her with a stiff knee to the head! He then follows up with a standing headscissor and hits THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES!!! Maguire is flat out on her back and Luther shouts out, "COUNT IT!" then makes the cover....
ONE...........TTTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOO.......TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRE-STOPPED!
CCM stops his hand just short and stands up, mocking Luther openly. Luther gets to his feet, growling, seething with anger. He shoves CCM, who comes back and says, "Hey now, watch i-"
He's then slugged violently across the face, dropped to the canvas. CCM motions for the DQ
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: BECCA MAGUIRE!!!
STILL YOUR SRW ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Spazz: Luther just decked that motherfucker!
Koss: Indeed! He handed the win to Becca but championship belts do not change hands on disqualification!
Spazz: Big T just basically fucked CCM's day right on up! Guess that means Becca gets another shot at the gold then too!
Koss: Could be, we'll have to find out!
UVR: Beast versus Machine…. Hirata Dokueki versus Ursula Von Rossbach. I have held this championship now for 280 days since removing it from the possession of Samantha Tolson. I am over halfway to my goal of defeating Zoey Madigan-Star’s 426 day reign as Queen of the South and it is against a foe that some would say is a walking apocalypse inside of the wrestling ring.
Ursula’s head inclines forward as she stares hard from beneath the ridge of her brow.
UVR: Hirata Dokueki, you are a formidable foe, but here is where your ride comes to it’s conclusion, an apocalypse standing before The Armageddon. I am the Queen and now you will learn first hand why I am the most devastating chess piece on the board.
She turns and walks off, presumably towards destiny.
Koss: Ursula wasting little time to remind the world that she is, in fact, the most dangerous woman in it!
Spazz: Hirata's a scary ass bitch though too! I think this'll be one of those fucking matches where nobody wins and theyz too dead to take home the gold!
Koss: Exploding Death Match main event, coming up next!
Terminator and Dragon circle, careful to avoid the barbwire ropes that are decorated with what appear to be some sort of unidentifiable, barbwire wrapped, explosive mines. They both look at their surroundings but while Ursula gives a grim, taciturn expression, the Dragon’s a bit more playful and even smiling with ye’ old wolf’s teeth.
The two lock up with a bone rattling impact and locking up, there is a struggle as the two try to overpower one another but the larger, more muscular Ursula begins to win out, driving Dokueki dangerously close to the ropes. Just as she’s about to touch, she starts pushing Ursula back with great effort. Suddenly a headbutt from Dokueki rocks Ursula’s head back, followed by backroll throw sending Ursula into the barbwire upside down and back first!
*BRRRRRAAAPPOOOOMM!!!*
Multiple mines pop loudly with showers of sparks as the Lady Terminator falls to the canvas in a disoriented heap, opening herself up for a running knee drop while prone! Dokueki then gathers her up and throws Ursula into a corner where more mines await!
*BRRRAAPPOPOPOPPPOOOOMM!!!*
Ursula staggers back from the corner, deafened, disoriented, and struggling to remain standing. Dokueki ducks under a wild swing to upend the Champion with an elevated German Suplex! Ursula is downed for the moment, allowing Dokueki to roll under the ropes and out of the ring. She reaches under it to fetch a barbwire wrapped steel chair that has a MINE ON IT!!!
As Ursula is fighting back to her feet, Dokueki raises back with the intent of delivering a finishing blow but URSULA CATCHES THE CHAIR! Her boot goes right into Dokueki’s gut with enough force to send the Dragon stumbling back into another corner!!!
*BBRRRAAPPPOPOPPPPOOPPOOOOMMMM!!!!*
The charges explode in deafening staccato as she stumbles forward and falls to her knees. Ursula rears her prize back and SLAMS THE EXPLODING CHAIR INTO DOKUEKI’S CHEST!!!
*POPOOOOOMMMM!!*
The Challenger is blown flat on her back and staring up at the ceiling with an obvious burn mark on her chest! Ursula falls across Dokueki for the pin and…
ONE….TWO….TTTTHHHHHHRRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Dokueki rolls the shoulder up, dazed and disoriented but still alive!! Ursula grabs her by the back of her head, lifting her up and running for another corner and ramming the top of Dokueki’s head into one of the exploding mines!!!
*POPPOOOMM!!!*
She then spins Dokueki around and slings her back into the corner, detonating the rest of the charges there!!!
*BRRRAAPPAAPPAAPPPAAPPAPAPAAPPPOOOMM!!!*
She thrashes violently and falls to a smoking seat in the corner. The Lady Terminator rushes in full speed ahead and slams her knee into her foe, detonating the last one on impact beneath Dokueki!!!
*POPOOOOMMM!!!*
Ursula gathers up her foe and goes to whip her to the last corner but suddenly DOKUEKI COMES ALIVE, reversing the whip and sending Ursula into the corner, but the Lady Terminator pumps the breaks, digging her hands into the barbwire rope to stop herself from hitting the explosives. As she does this, Dokueki manages to pull free an undetonated mine from the ropes in her hand, rears it back and runs full steam at Ursula. The Lady Terminator terms and is slapped with a MINE TO THE FACE!!!
*POPOOOOOMMM!!!*
This hurts them both, Hirata’s hand and drops Ursula to her knees, a black mark on the shaven side of her head to match the ones on her back from previous explosions. She falls forward and Dokueki goes for a pin attempt!
ONE…...TWO…..TTTTHHHHRRRRE-NOPE KICKOUT!!!
Ursula THROWS Dokueki off of her and sits up, her eyes wild and intense. She gets to her knees just as Dokueki rushes forward with THE SHINING BLACK BUT SHE’S CAUGHT AND SPINEBUSTERED TO THE CANVAS!!! Ursula rises from the buster, stumbling, wild-eyed, and almost psychotic looking. She’s even twitching a bit, her hands shuddering as she turns back to see the Poison Dragon starting to rise once more.
Ursula violently knees her in the back of the head, then drags her up only to be blasted with THE DRAGON’S BREATH! Ursula does not bow or buckle, her eyes and mouth clamped shut. Slowly they open and there is fire in her eyes as Dokueki looks back in shock mere seconds before Ursula unleashes THE BIONIC HEADBUTT!!! Dokueki’s head snaps back and she’s sent staggering into the ropes, hitting a few mines!
*BBBRRRAPPOOPPOPOOOOOMMM!!*
She falls to her knees and straight to the canvas. Ursula spits on the canvas, then picks up Dokueki. Hoisting her up onto her shoulders in a powerbomb position. She then hoists Dokueki up and launches her over the ropes and outside the ring for a crash landing through an EXPLODING TABLE!!!
*BBBRRRAPPPAPPAPPPPOOPPPPOOOOOOOMMM!!!*
Dokueki is left a twitching mess in the wreckage as Ursula turns away from the ropes, running her fingers through her hair and breathing rather hard. She’s twitching and shuddering, looking on with wild eyes as she walks away from the ropes. The woman seems to be having an internal conflict with herself as the referee checks on Dokueki.
Seconds tick by as Ursula seems closer and closer to some sort of breakdown before suddenly her face goes blank, cold, and unfeeling. She looks over her shoulder slowly and notices that Dokueki is rising, still alive. Turning to face her, she backs up a few steps, then bursts forth with a flying GENOCIDE DIVE, rocking Dokueki off her feet and driving both into the smoldering wreckage of the table!
Ursula rises to her feet, her breathing even, her expression completely deadpan. The Machine gathers Dokueki up by the back of her head and proceeds to slam her around the ring face first into the plexiglass barricade, then the ring apron and finally running full steam and slamming her into face into the ringsteps with enough force to dislodge them!
She then gathers Dokueki up by the throat and calmly walks her over to the other Exploding table. The Poison Dragon is clearly disoriented, unable to get her bearings. It becomes quite clear that she is severely concussed as she weakly tries to fight back against Ursula’s now seemingly inhuman strength. Dokueki grabs Ursula’s throat as they reach the table trying to choke her out. This prompts Ursula to start squeezing as well. Both women start to slowly asphyxiate each other. Pushing back and forth. Suddenly Ursula slams Dokueki against the apron. She then does it again until Dokueki manages to kick her back, almost sending her into the table!
The Poison Dragon roars and rushes at the Lady Terminator who responds by catching both her arms and hitting THE GASTRIZINE KICK! Dokueki is knocked back a few feet and drops coughing and wheezing as all air is expelled from her lungs! Ursula moves in swiftly, hooks in the rear double chicken wing, hoists Dokueki up, and savagely puts her through the last exploding table with THE VON TERMINATOR!!!
*KRRRRAKAAAPPPOPPOPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!*
Ursula rises from the wreckage, the influence of “ the Machine '' vanishing as it appears that she is disoriented from the blast, stumbling back and dropping to one knee. Ursula gathers up her seemingly lifeless foe and slings her underneath the barbwire ropes and into the ring. There she slides in afterward and collapses on top of her.
ONE…..TWO!!!.....TTTTTTHHHHRRREEEE!!!
WINNER AND STILL QUEEN OF THE SOUTH: URSULA VON ROSSBACH!!!
Neither competitor moves, both breathing shallowly as medics rush down to ringside to tend to both. The Barbwire ropes are clipped, any remaining explosives carefully avoided as they do so. Ursula is rolled off of Dokueki and onto her back. Dokueki is the first to be loaded onto a stretcher and just as they start to move Ursula she slowly sits up, then rises to her feet, gritting her teeth as she shows a rare sign of actually feeling pain.
She looks down upon Dokueki as she is carried off with a moment of what could be considered either sadness or disappointment. The Referee then presents her with her championship. Ursula then hoists the belt up into the air as her music plays. Burned, battered, and bleeding from a variety of cuts and tears at multiple points of her skin, she continues her reign as Queen of the South….
Koss: Oh my god Ursula just destroyed the Poison Dragon without any mercy at all!
Spazz: Like she said on twitter, if Ursula didn't take her ass out, Doku'd take out the Terminator! I fuckin' called it though! It was like the wrestling version of MechaGodzilla versus Godzilla and no giant ass monkey to save her ass either!
Koss: That is all the time we have, thank you for watching and have a good night! Until next time!!!
-LIL' DREAM MACHINES-VS-THE TWIN SNAKES-
Alex
-TONI BEASLEY-VS-CAPTAIN COSMO-
RC
-SYLVIA LOPEZ-VS-AKAKO OGAWA-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
RC
-ROSE-VS-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-KATE STEELE-
Alex
-SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT-VS-CHRIS STYLES-
Sara
-RIOT GROUP-VS-THE SOCIALITES-VS-COVENANT-VS-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-SISTERS OF DESTRUCTION-VS-WOLFPACK-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
Alex
-PSYCHO MAGUIRE (C)-VS-KILLER CARTER-VS-CODA
Alex
-WILDSIDE (C)-VS-SKILLZ VENDORZ-
Alex
-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-BECCA MAGUIRE-
Referee: C.C.M. only
RC
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-HIRATA DOKUEKI-
RC
She fits to her feet only for Luther to catch her by the back of her neck and toss her across the ring! She skids and rolls to a crouch in a nearby corner as he rushes in. Gripping the ropes, she vaults to the top and then flips over him, landing behind and hitting a hard kick to the back of his knee. He buckles and falls, draped over the corner! She then wraps her arms around his waist, pulls him out and hits an impressive German Suplex on the big man. It becomes a double pin event but CCM takes several seconds to check Becca's shoulders, nudging her to roll hers a bit and when she does... ONETWOTHRE-KICKOUT!!!
He laughs as Luther jumps up, getting in his face. CCM holds his hands up, shaking his head, "LOOK IT'S LEGAL!!! I'M JUST DOING MY BLOODY JOB MATE!"
Becca snakes a hand up between his legs and pulls Thunder in for a rollup pin but he rolls right through it and catches her with a stiff knee to the head! He then follows up with a standing headscissor and hits THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES!!! Maguire is flat out on her back and Luther shouts out, "COUNT IT!" then makes the cover....
ONE...........TTTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOO.......TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRE-STOPPED!
CCM stops his hand just short and stands up, mocking Luther openly. Luther gets to his feet, growling, seething with anger. He shoves CCM, who comes back and says, "Hey now, watch i-"
He's then slugged violently across the face, dropped to the canvas. CCM motions for the DQ
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: BECCA MAGUIRE!!!
STILL YOUR SRW ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Spazz: Luther just decked that motherfucker!
Koss: Indeed! He handed the win to Becca but championship belts do not change hands on disqualification!
Spazz: Big T just basically fucked CCM's day right on up! Guess that means Becca gets another shot at the gold then too!
Koss: Could be, we'll have to find out!
SEGMENT
Ursula Von Rossbach stands with her championship on her shoulder and dressed for battle, the room shrouded in darkness as wisps of smoke dance at her feet. Her head is lowered, half her face obscured with jet black hair from her half-shaved head. She is perfectly still, a living statue to all who see. Slowly her chest lifts with a drawn breath and her shoulders roll into position as her posture straightens. Her head lifts and eyes open, finding the rolling camera before her.UVR: Beast versus Machine…. Hirata Dokueki versus Ursula Von Rossbach. I have held this championship now for 280 days since removing it from the possession of Samantha Tolson. I am over halfway to my goal of defeating Zoey Madigan-Star’s 426 day reign as Queen of the South and it is against a foe that some would say is a walking apocalypse inside of the wrestling ring.
Ursula’s head inclines forward as she stares hard from beneath the ridge of her brow.
UVR: Hirata Dokueki, you are a formidable foe, but here is where your ride comes to it’s conclusion, an apocalypse standing before The Armageddon. I am the Queen and now you will learn first hand why I am the most devastating chess piece on the board.
She turns and walks off, presumably towards destiny.
Koss: Ursula wasting little time to remind the world that she is, in fact, the most dangerous woman in it!
Spazz: Hirata's a scary ass bitch though too! I think this'll be one of those fucking matches where nobody wins and theyz too dead to take home the gold!
Koss: Exploding Death Match main event, coming up next!
MAIN EVENT
QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
EXPLODING JAPANESE DEATHMATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-HIRATA DOKUEKI-
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-HIRATA DOKUEKI-
Terminator and Dragon circle, careful to avoid the barbwire ropes that are decorated with what appear to be some sort of unidentifiable, barbwire wrapped, explosive mines. They both look at their surroundings but while Ursula gives a grim, taciturn expression, the Dragon’s a bit more playful and even smiling with ye’ old wolf’s teeth.
The two lock up with a bone rattling impact and locking up, there is a struggle as the two try to overpower one another but the larger, more muscular Ursula begins to win out, driving Dokueki dangerously close to the ropes. Just as she’s about to touch, she starts pushing Ursula back with great effort. Suddenly a headbutt from Dokueki rocks Ursula’s head back, followed by backroll throw sending Ursula into the barbwire upside down and back first!
*BRRRRRAAAPPOOOOMM!!!*
Multiple mines pop loudly with showers of sparks as the Lady Terminator falls to the canvas in a disoriented heap, opening herself up for a running knee drop while prone! Dokueki then gathers her up and throws Ursula into a corner where more mines await!
*BRRRAAPPOPOPOPPPOOOOMM!!!*
Ursula staggers back from the corner, deafened, disoriented, and struggling to remain standing. Dokueki ducks under a wild swing to upend the Champion with an elevated German Suplex! Ursula is downed for the moment, allowing Dokueki to roll under the ropes and out of the ring. She reaches under it to fetch a barbwire wrapped steel chair that has a MINE ON IT!!!
As Ursula is fighting back to her feet, Dokueki raises back with the intent of delivering a finishing blow but URSULA CATCHES THE CHAIR! Her boot goes right into Dokueki’s gut with enough force to send the Dragon stumbling back into another corner!!!
*BBRRRAAPPPOPOPPPPOOPPOOOOMMMM!!!!*
The charges explode in deafening staccato as she stumbles forward and falls to her knees. Ursula rears her prize back and SLAMS THE EXPLODING CHAIR INTO DOKUEKI’S CHEST!!!
*POPOOOOOMMMM!!*
The Challenger is blown flat on her back and staring up at the ceiling with an obvious burn mark on her chest! Ursula falls across Dokueki for the pin and…
ONE….TWO….TTTTHHHHHHRRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Dokueki rolls the shoulder up, dazed and disoriented but still alive!! Ursula grabs her by the back of her head, lifting her up and running for another corner and ramming the top of Dokueki’s head into one of the exploding mines!!!
*POPPOOOMM!!!*
She then spins Dokueki around and slings her back into the corner, detonating the rest of the charges there!!!
*BRRRAAPPAAPPAAPPPAAPPAPAPAAPPPOOOMM!!!*
She thrashes violently and falls to a smoking seat in the corner. The Lady Terminator rushes in full speed ahead and slams her knee into her foe, detonating the last one on impact beneath Dokueki!!!
*POPOOOOMMM!!!*
Ursula gathers up her foe and goes to whip her to the last corner but suddenly DOKUEKI COMES ALIVE, reversing the whip and sending Ursula into the corner, but the Lady Terminator pumps the breaks, digging her hands into the barbwire rope to stop herself from hitting the explosives. As she does this, Dokueki manages to pull free an undetonated mine from the ropes in her hand, rears it back and runs full steam at Ursula. The Lady Terminator terms and is slapped with a MINE TO THE FACE!!!
*POPOOOOOMMM!!!*
This hurts them both, Hirata’s hand and drops Ursula to her knees, a black mark on the shaven side of her head to match the ones on her back from previous explosions. She falls forward and Dokueki goes for a pin attempt!
ONE…...TWO…..TTTTHHHHRRRRE-NOPE KICKOUT!!!
Ursula THROWS Dokueki off of her and sits up, her eyes wild and intense. She gets to her knees just as Dokueki rushes forward with THE SHINING BLACK BUT SHE’S CAUGHT AND SPINEBUSTERED TO THE CANVAS!!! Ursula rises from the buster, stumbling, wild-eyed, and almost psychotic looking. She’s even twitching a bit, her hands shuddering as she turns back to see the Poison Dragon starting to rise once more.
Ursula violently knees her in the back of the head, then drags her up only to be blasted with THE DRAGON’S BREATH! Ursula does not bow or buckle, her eyes and mouth clamped shut. Slowly they open and there is fire in her eyes as Dokueki looks back in shock mere seconds before Ursula unleashes THE BIONIC HEADBUTT!!! Dokueki’s head snaps back and she’s sent staggering into the ropes, hitting a few mines!
*BBBRRRAPPOOPPOPOOOOOMMM!!*
She falls to her knees and straight to the canvas. Ursula spits on the canvas, then picks up Dokueki. Hoisting her up onto her shoulders in a powerbomb position. She then hoists Dokueki up and launches her over the ropes and outside the ring for a crash landing through an EXPLODING TABLE!!!
*BBBRRRAPPPAPPAPPPPOOPPPPOOOOOOOMMM!!!*
Dokueki is left a twitching mess in the wreckage as Ursula turns away from the ropes, running her fingers through her hair and breathing rather hard. She’s twitching and shuddering, looking on with wild eyes as she walks away from the ropes. The woman seems to be having an internal conflict with herself as the referee checks on Dokueki.
Seconds tick by as Ursula seems closer and closer to some sort of breakdown before suddenly her face goes blank, cold, and unfeeling. She looks over her shoulder slowly and notices that Dokueki is rising, still alive. Turning to face her, she backs up a few steps, then bursts forth with a flying GENOCIDE DIVE, rocking Dokueki off her feet and driving both into the smoldering wreckage of the table!
Ursula rises to her feet, her breathing even, her expression completely deadpan. The Machine gathers Dokueki up by the back of her head and proceeds to slam her around the ring face first into the plexiglass barricade, then the ring apron and finally running full steam and slamming her into face into the ringsteps with enough force to dislodge them!
She then gathers Dokueki up by the throat and calmly walks her over to the other Exploding table. The Poison Dragon is clearly disoriented, unable to get her bearings. It becomes quite clear that she is severely concussed as she weakly tries to fight back against Ursula’s now seemingly inhuman strength. Dokueki grabs Ursula’s throat as they reach the table trying to choke her out. This prompts Ursula to start squeezing as well. Both women start to slowly asphyxiate each other. Pushing back and forth. Suddenly Ursula slams Dokueki against the apron. She then does it again until Dokueki manages to kick her back, almost sending her into the table!
The Poison Dragon roars and rushes at the Lady Terminator who responds by catching both her arms and hitting THE GASTRIZINE KICK! Dokueki is knocked back a few feet and drops coughing and wheezing as all air is expelled from her lungs! Ursula moves in swiftly, hooks in the rear double chicken wing, hoists Dokueki up, and savagely puts her through the last exploding table with THE VON TERMINATOR!!!
*KRRRRAKAAAPPPOPPOPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!*
Ursula rises from the wreckage, the influence of “ the Machine '' vanishing as it appears that she is disoriented from the blast, stumbling back and dropping to one knee. Ursula gathers up her seemingly lifeless foe and slings her underneath the barbwire ropes and into the ring. There she slides in afterward and collapses on top of her.
ONE…..TWO!!!.....TTTTTTHHHHRRREEEE!!!
WINNER AND STILL QUEEN OF THE SOUTH: URSULA VON ROSSBACH!!!
Neither competitor moves, both breathing shallowly as medics rush down to ringside to tend to both. The Barbwire ropes are clipped, any remaining explosives carefully avoided as they do so. Ursula is rolled off of Dokueki and onto her back. Dokueki is the first to be loaded onto a stretcher and just as they start to move Ursula she slowly sits up, then rises to her feet, gritting her teeth as she shows a rare sign of actually feeling pain.
She looks down upon Dokueki as she is carried off with a moment of what could be considered either sadness or disappointment. The Referee then presents her with her championship. Ursula then hoists the belt up into the air as her music plays. Burned, battered, and bleeding from a variety of cuts and tears at multiple points of her skin, she continues her reign as Queen of the South….
Koss: Oh my god Ursula just destroyed the Poison Dragon without any mercy at all!
Spazz: Like she said on twitter, if Ursula didn't take her ass out, Doku'd take out the Terminator! I fuckin' called it though! It was like the wrestling version of MechaGodzilla versus Godzilla and no giant ass monkey to save her ass either!
Koss: That is all the time we have, thank you for watching and have a good night! Until next time!!!
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CREDITS
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CREDITS
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-LIL' DREAM MACHINES-VS-THE TWIN SNAKES-
Alex
-TONI BEASLEY-VS-CAPTAIN COSMO-
RC
-SYLVIA LOPEZ-VS-AKAKO OGAWA-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
RC
-ROSE-VS-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-KATE STEELE-
Alex
-SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT-VS-CHRIS STYLES-
Sara
-RIOT GROUP-VS-THE SOCIALITES-VS-COVENANT-VS-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-SISTERS OF DESTRUCTION-VS-WOLFPACK-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
Alex
-PSYCHO MAGUIRE (C)-VS-KILLER CARTER-VS-CODA
Alex
-WILDSIDE (C)-VS-SKILLZ VENDORZ-
Alex
-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-BECCA MAGUIRE-
Referee: C.C.M. only
RC
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-HIRATA DOKUEKI-
RC