Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jun 27, 2021 21:51:56 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME GA
7/2/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
-OLIVIA BLUE-VS-LILY WILLIAMS-
With a ding and a burst of speed, the two hurl at each other, Olivia ducking a strike to execute a dragon legsweep, followed by a knee breaker! Olivia then hits the ropes and rebounds with a jumping seated senton splash across Lily's back! Olivia locks on a fast armbar but Lily rolls out of it and kicks her in the face, then runs for the ropes and rebounds with a shining wizard and a fast pinfall, getting only a two count! Lily gathers Olivia up and slings her into the corner. With a body splash follow up in the corner, Lily pulls Olivia right into a snap suplex and another quick pinfallu! ONE! TWO!! TTHHHRRE-KICKOUT!!! Olivia rolls the shoulder and Lily, gets a bit frustrated. She backs up, watching and waiting, then runs to the ropes to springboard off and hit Olivia with THE SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT! Lily doesn't go right into the pin, no no, she climbs up the nearest corner, then launches off with THE CORKSCREW 450 SPLASH-OLIVIA GETS THE KNEES UP!! Lily hits hard, trashing around on the canvas and clutching at her abdomen in serious pain. Olivia gets up, shaking her head. She sizes Lily up and SUPERKICK TO THE JAW!!! Lily's head snaps back and she falls into the ropes, not immediately going down! Lily shoves off the ropes, stumbling a bit drunkenly from that prior shot right into THE OUTTA DA BLUE!!! Olivia makes the cover and ONE! TWO! TTTTTHHHHRRRRREEEE!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: OLIVIA BLUE!!!
We head backstage where we see CCM, looking much more with it than the last time we saw him, along with his giant of a father as usual. And ChaCha.
CCM: Good evening, people of Georgia. Out here in the sticks, you may not be aware, but back in Europe, us Brits are well respected as shrew diplomats, always having the common good at hear, and never powerplaying other people and nations. We are bastions of true diplomacy. It has been brought to my attention, that this ongoing war between Casa Millar & Casa Thunder has, perhaps, gone far enough. So I figure it’s about time something is done. After all, what is the one thing that us Brits are known for?
WMD: Colonialism?
CCM: Well...
WMD: Kicking the crap out of Euro-pansies outside football stadiums?
CCM: That too, but...
WMD: Having the greatest empire--
CCM: ENOUGH! It was a rhetorical bleeding question. DIPLOMACY. Diplomacy and pragmatism.
ChaCha: ....Isn’t that two things?
CCM: Will you right PAIR OF TITS shut up for half a bloody second and let me talk! So following a few discussions, I am offering Mr. & Mrs. Thunder a sit down on the comeback show for Fury Road. I will be bringing my diplomatic delegation, and we shall discuss terms for a peace treaty. And assuming that goes well, we can go to the pub and get pissed. Sound good? Alright. Hope to see you there, big man.
He starts walking away, as WMD & ChaCha look at each other.
WMD: Sounds like a load of namby-pamby nonsense to me.
ChaCha shrugs as we head back to ringside.
ROME GA
7/2/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
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INTRO
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As always the Tron screen shows a huge fast paced highlight reel interspersed with flashes of the SRW and Rebel Star Productions logos, but this time to the tune of Halocene's "HAIL TO THE KING!" Jenny Beck's in the ring, banging her head, the fans are going nuts, pyro is exploding on the stage and we get right to the commentary table with Joe Koss and Mike Spazz!
Spazz: SUP PEOPLES!!!
Koss: WELCOME TO S....R...W SAVAGE LLLLLIIIIVVVEE!!! The card is stacked and we've got alot on the table!
Spazz: Double Debuts!
Koss: Lily Williams debuts against a very game Olivia Blue, The Former Super Tiger, Risa Jackson is taking on Azurine Vebbins, Twin Snakes taking on the Socialites...
Spazz: Halo goin' up for the Hardcore Title against Killer Carter is going to be all balls and hard falls for damn sure!
Koss: Indeed! Wildside will also be taking on the Covenant in what is likely to be a highlight of a match!
Spazz: If you like painted freaky Goth peeps n' shit.
Koss: Coda issued an open challenge on Social Media which will likely be an exciting match up too just to see who takes her on!
Spazz: House of Dix versus Pretty Committee should be good too. I always love seeing PC get their asses whipped and HoD is your hook up for that shit yo!
Koss: Valerie Beasley takes on Kendrick Kross who has been on FIRE lately!
Spazz: I like his style. Dude has zero fucks to give dawg!
Koss: The Skillz Vendorz are also defending their freshly won Tag Titles against The Riot Group who, arguably, have been in line for this shot for awhile now.
Spazz: It's only fitting. The Skillz Vendorz kinda' swooped in and took it out from under them in the first place!
Koss: And lastly we have Kate Steele taking on Luther Thunder for the Ultimate Conquest Championship!
Spazz: Lunchbox, how's Kate in the main event against the Thunder?
Koss: I don't know, why don't you ask the boss that question? Anyways we also are expecting Ursula Von Rossbach to make her presence after the brutal match between herself and Hirata Dokueki that saw the Poison Dragon retire from the ring.
Spazz: Yeah that shit was fucking NUTS! Explosions and just some of the most brutal shit I've witnessed in a long time.
"Unforgiven" by Sevendust sounds over the arena speakers, sending the fans into their usual frenzy of cheering and gushing as Ursula Von Rossbach enters the stage wearing a black leather jacket, a simple white dress shirt, black slacks, boots, and sunglasses. Upon her shoulder rests the gleaming Queen of the South Championship that has been in her possession since the end of 2020. She walks to the ring with little fanfare as per usual. Upon closer inspection the marks on the side of her head from the damage inflicted from her prior championship defense are plainly visible. After a brief climb of the ring steps, she enters through the ropes and into the ring. A microphone is tossed to her, which she catches and turns on in one fluid motion. Ursula takes a brief moment to allow the crowd to settle down before addressing them.
Koss: And the Lady Terminator isn't wasting any time tonight!
UVR: Good evening, Rome. I stand before you on day 293 as your Queen of the South Champion. It has been daunting to live up to the standard set forth by my friend and rival, Zoey Madigan-Star, but I am over halfway there. I only now have the added burden of making the sacrifice of one of my dearest colleagues to keep this gold from being in vain. Hirata Dokueki, if you are watching, I wish to thank you for giving me one of the greatest battles of recent memory. As explosions rattled around us, you continued to rise. You would not fall until there was nothing left of you to give anymore and I was near my breaking point in that encounter. A rare admission on my part.
Her eyes are cast towards the nearest filming camera, looking directly into them.
UVR: You pushed me harder than most have and have always been and always will be a worthy competitor. Rest easy for now. You have earned it. As for myself-
The lights immediately darken, Ursula's head whipping to the entrance as she stands at full attention at the interruption of piano keys dramatically being tapped. A thick rolling fog fills the entire stage...
Spazz: The fuck is this shit?!
#SANGUIS..... BIBIMUS.... CORPUS.... EDIMUS....
INTRO
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As always the Tron screen shows a huge fast paced highlight reel interspersed with flashes of the SRW and Rebel Star Productions logos, but this time to the tune of Halocene's "HAIL TO THE KING!" Jenny Beck's in the ring, banging her head, the fans are going nuts, pyro is exploding on the stage and we get right to the commentary table with Joe Koss and Mike Spazz!
Spazz: SUP PEOPLES!!!
Koss: WELCOME TO S....R...W SAVAGE LLLLLIIIIVVVEE!!! The card is stacked and we've got alot on the table!
Spazz: Double Debuts!
Koss: Lily Williams debuts against a very game Olivia Blue, The Former Super Tiger, Risa Jackson is taking on Azurine Vebbins, Twin Snakes taking on the Socialites...
Spazz: Halo goin' up for the Hardcore Title against Killer Carter is going to be all balls and hard falls for damn sure!
Koss: Indeed! Wildside will also be taking on the Covenant in what is likely to be a highlight of a match!
Spazz: If you like painted freaky Goth peeps n' shit.
Koss: Coda issued an open challenge on Social Media which will likely be an exciting match up too just to see who takes her on!
Spazz: House of Dix versus Pretty Committee should be good too. I always love seeing PC get their asses whipped and HoD is your hook up for that shit yo!
Koss: Valerie Beasley takes on Kendrick Kross who has been on FIRE lately!
Spazz: I like his style. Dude has zero fucks to give dawg!
Koss: The Skillz Vendorz are also defending their freshly won Tag Titles against The Riot Group who, arguably, have been in line for this shot for awhile now.
Spazz: It's only fitting. The Skillz Vendorz kinda' swooped in and took it out from under them in the first place!
Koss: And lastly we have Kate Steele taking on Luther Thunder for the Ultimate Conquest Championship!
Spazz: Lunchbox, how's Kate in the main event against the Thunder?
Koss: I don't know, why don't you ask the boss that question? Anyways we also are expecting Ursula Von Rossbach to make her presence after the brutal match between herself and Hirata Dokueki that saw the Poison Dragon retire from the ring.
Spazz: Yeah that shit was fucking NUTS! Explosions and just some of the most brutal shit I've witnessed in a long time.
SEGMENT
"Unforgiven" by Sevendust sounds over the arena speakers, sending the fans into their usual frenzy of cheering and gushing as Ursula Von Rossbach enters the stage wearing a black leather jacket, a simple white dress shirt, black slacks, boots, and sunglasses. Upon her shoulder rests the gleaming Queen of the South Championship that has been in her possession since the end of 2020. She walks to the ring with little fanfare as per usual. Upon closer inspection the marks on the side of her head from the damage inflicted from her prior championship defense are plainly visible. After a brief climb of the ring steps, she enters through the ropes and into the ring. A microphone is tossed to her, which she catches and turns on in one fluid motion. Ursula takes a brief moment to allow the crowd to settle down before addressing them.
Koss: And the Lady Terminator isn't wasting any time tonight!
UVR: Good evening, Rome. I stand before you on day 293 as your Queen of the South Champion. It has been daunting to live up to the standard set forth by my friend and rival, Zoey Madigan-Star, but I am over halfway there. I only now have the added burden of making the sacrifice of one of my dearest colleagues to keep this gold from being in vain. Hirata Dokueki, if you are watching, I wish to thank you for giving me one of the greatest battles of recent memory. As explosions rattled around us, you continued to rise. You would not fall until there was nothing left of you to give anymore and I was near my breaking point in that encounter. A rare admission on my part.
Her eyes are cast towards the nearest filming camera, looking directly into them.
UVR: You pushed me harder than most have and have always been and always will be a worthy competitor. Rest easy for now. You have earned it. As for myself-
The lights immediately darken, Ursula's head whipping to the entrance as she stands at full attention at the interruption of piano keys dramatically being tapped. A thick rolling fog fills the entire stage...
Spazz: The fuck is this shit?!
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#SANGUIS..... BIBIMUS.... CORPUS.... EDIMUS....
Out from the thick fog steps the Covenant, Countess Bathory, Lilith, and Amara just behind the figure of Samael Asmodeus Iscariot. The leader of the faction looks markedly different after the destruction of Chris Styles the prior week. He sports a long black felt coat with a gold chain securing the front, a black vest, a high colored deep velvet colored shirt, black pants, a strange amulet around his neck, and armored boots. In his hand is a long cane with a skull's head mounted atop it. Long, stringy black hair frames a corpse painted face that smiles looks back with ominous intentions towards the SRW Queen of the South. Lilith and Amara kneel at either side of him.
Koss: The covenant and Samael has a new look.....
Koss: The covenant and Samael has a new look.....
UVR: You dare interrupt me....
Samael issues a dark, twisted smile as he brings the microphone to his lips, the music fading away.
Samael: *With a rasped, graveled voice* I dare a great many things, your Highness, including challenge you for your championship this very night. It is time that the Dread Lord of the Dead took his place as rightful King of these lands.
Ursula tilts her head forward.
UVR: You think you have earned the right to challenge me?
Samael: Others have done less and challenged you.
UVR: They also have had done more in the industry. I have never heard of you. All I see is an ambitious fool with Corpse paint, lackies, and cheap theatrics. You think defeating Chris Styles is a worthy enough accomplishment to step out during my time and interrupt me from paying homage to the fallen? I think not.
His head tilts back as Lilith and Amara beg him to be unleashed upon the champion.
Samael: Be very certain of your answer, Queen Von Rossbach. Your kingdom is at stake....
The Lady Terminator steps towards the ropes, her head inclined forward.
UVR: If you wish to fight me, come now but it will not be for the gold this night. Either myself or the promoter will decide who is worthy. Not anyone else, especially you.
A dark chuckle escapes those black painted lips as he matches her stance a dangerous, wolf-like grin separating his lips.
Samael: So. be. it...
Flames explode around the trio, Lilith and Amara rising at either side of him. He turns and exits through the curtain with Ursula glaring after them.
Samael issues a dark, twisted smile as he brings the microphone to his lips, the music fading away.
Samael: *With a rasped, graveled voice* I dare a great many things, your Highness, including challenge you for your championship this very night. It is time that the Dread Lord of the Dead took his place as rightful King of these lands.
Ursula tilts her head forward.
UVR: You think you have earned the right to challenge me?
Samael: Others have done less and challenged you.
UVR: They also have had done more in the industry. I have never heard of you. All I see is an ambitious fool with Corpse paint, lackies, and cheap theatrics. You think defeating Chris Styles is a worthy enough accomplishment to step out during my time and interrupt me from paying homage to the fallen? I think not.
His head tilts back as Lilith and Amara beg him to be unleashed upon the champion.
Samael: Be very certain of your answer, Queen Von Rossbach. Your kingdom is at stake....
The Lady Terminator steps towards the ropes, her head inclined forward.
UVR: If you wish to fight me, come now but it will not be for the gold this night. Either myself or the promoter will decide who is worthy. Not anyone else, especially you.
A dark chuckle escapes those black painted lips as he matches her stance a dangerous, wolf-like grin separating his lips.
Samael: So. be. it...
Flames explode around the trio, Lilith and Amara rising at either side of him. He turns and exits through the curtain with Ursula glaring after them.
Spazz: You don't just walk up to the Champ and say, gimme' a belt motherfucker!
Koss: Indeed, but do you really think the Covenant will let it end like that? I fear some bad Omens are heading our way!
Spazz: They're just freaks in paint with Pyro and smoke, dawg. Ain't gonna' be shit goin' down on this show but what goes on between those ropes!
Koss: Indeed, but do you really think the Covenant will let it end like that? I fear some bad Omens are heading our way!
Spazz: They're just freaks in paint with Pyro and smoke, dawg. Ain't gonna' be shit goin' down on this show but what goes on between those ropes!
With a ding and a burst of speed, the two hurl at each other, Olivia ducking a strike to execute a dragon legsweep, followed by a knee breaker! Olivia then hits the ropes and rebounds with a jumping seated senton splash across Lily's back! Olivia locks on a fast armbar but Lily rolls out of it and kicks her in the face, then runs for the ropes and rebounds with a shining wizard and a fast pinfall, getting only a two count! Lily gathers Olivia up and slings her into the corner. With a body splash follow up in the corner, Lily pulls Olivia right into a snap suplex and another quick pinfallu! ONE! TWO!! TTHHHRRE-KICKOUT!!! Olivia rolls the shoulder and Lily, gets a bit frustrated. She backs up, watching and waiting, then runs to the ropes to springboard off and hit Olivia with THE SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT! Lily doesn't go right into the pin, no no, she climbs up the nearest corner, then launches off with THE CORKSCREW 450 SPLASH-OLIVIA GETS THE KNEES UP!! Lily hits hard, trashing around on the canvas and clutching at her abdomen in serious pain. Olivia gets up, shaking her head. She sizes Lily up and SUPERKICK TO THE JAW!!! Lily's head snaps back and she falls into the ropes, not immediately going down! Lily shoves off the ropes, stumbling a bit drunkenly from that prior shot right into THE OUTTA DA BLUE!!! Olivia makes the cover and ONE! TWO! TTTTTHHHHRRRRREEEE!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: OLIVIA BLUE!!!
INTERLUDE
We cut to find MINA WILK and NATE NITRO laid out in a pool of their own conjoined blood, battered and beaten on the floor! They apparently were in the middle of changing in a private locker room that is now completely destroyed around them. On the wall is painted in big bold letters UVR! It is a grisly scene that would look almost at home in horror movie. A backstage Attendant rushes into the room and looks on wild eyed! He shouts into his walkie talkie
Attendant: GET DOC LEONARD BACK HERE!! WE'VE GOT WRESTLERS DOWN!!!
We cut back to ringside.
Koss: Hell of a win by Olivia Blue, but this just in, The Wolfpack, who was scheduled to be making a statement later tonight, was just found bloodied and battered backstage!
Spazz: I bet it was the Covenant getting payback! Typical petty bullshit yo!
Koss: It's pretty bad, Spazz-O, an ambulance has been called to pick them up. The injuries they've suffered a pretty serious! More to come as we get information!
Attendant: GET DOC LEONARD BACK HERE!! WE'VE GOT WRESTLERS DOWN!!!
We cut back to ringside.
Koss: Hell of a win by Olivia Blue, but this just in, The Wolfpack, who was scheduled to be making a statement later tonight, was just found bloodied and battered backstage!
Spazz: I bet it was the Covenant getting payback! Typical petty bullshit yo!
Koss: It's pretty bad, Spazz-O, an ambulance has been called to pick them up. The injuries they've suffered a pretty serious! More to come as we get information!
SEGMENT
We head backstage where we see CCM, looking much more with it than the last time we saw him, along with his giant of a father as usual. And ChaCha.
CCM: Good evening, people of Georgia. Out here in the sticks, you may not be aware, but back in Europe, us Brits are well respected as shrew diplomats, always having the common good at hear, and never powerplaying other people and nations. We are bastions of true diplomacy. It has been brought to my attention, that this ongoing war between Casa Millar & Casa Thunder has, perhaps, gone far enough. So I figure it’s about time something is done. After all, what is the one thing that us Brits are known for?
WMD: Colonialism?
CCM: Well...
WMD: Kicking the crap out of Euro-pansies outside football stadiums?
CCM: That too, but...
WMD: Having the greatest empire--
CCM: ENOUGH! It was a rhetorical bleeding question. DIPLOMACY. Diplomacy and pragmatism.
ChaCha: ....Isn’t that two things?
CCM: Will you right PAIR OF TITS shut up for half a bloody second and let me talk! So following a few discussions, I am offering Mr. & Mrs. Thunder a sit down on the comeback show for Fury Road. I will be bringing my diplomatic delegation, and we shall discuss terms for a peace treaty. And assuming that goes well, we can go to the pub and get pissed. Sound good? Alright. Hope to see you there, big man.
He starts walking away, as WMD & ChaCha look at each other.
WMD: Sounds like a load of namby-pamby nonsense to me.
ChaCha shrugs as we head back to ringside.
-AZURINE VEBBINS-VS-RISA JACKSON-
It begins with a few clever barbs from Azzy that immediately angers Risa. She uses an old hand gesture for "SUPER TIGER" which starts the fans cheering Super Tiger at Risa, further angering her. This leads to her lunging at the mocking Azzy Vebbins and right into twisted wrist into an arm drag! Risa rolls through it, hits the ropes and comes flying at Azzy who ducks, catches her by the waist and pulls her into a hiptoss! Risa pops up, gritting her teeth and clearly angry and running back at Azzy again. Azzy catches her, but Risa twists around to roll over Azzy's back, landing on her feet! Azzy spins around and TYPE I KICK!!! Azzy drops to the canvas in a heap, clutching at her head and kicking her legs!
Risa hits the ropes again, Azzy getting up on her knees and right into a running knee to the side of her head and standing her right up and falling to a seat in the ropes! Risa returns with THE IMPACT CRATER!!! She pulls Azzy to the center of the ring and makes a quick pin, getting a 2 count! The fans continue to chant Super Tiger over and over, which leads Risa to toss Azzy into a nearby corner. She then flips the fans off and runs right at her! Boot to the face stops her dead in her tracks, sending her staggering back as Azzy hops to a seat on the top turnbuckle. She rises, standing on the second, and then bounds off with a DIVING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! Risa drops hard, rolling onto her stomach. Azzy bends down and locks on a Half-Nelson, lifts Risa up and HALF NELSON SUPLEX!!! Azzy pumps her fists and shouts with the fans, "SUPER TIGER! SUPER TIGER! SUPER TIGER!!!"
She moves in behind a rising Risa and locks on a Full Nelson but a hard back kick to her nether region halts her, followed by a back headbutt to the jaw! Azzy stumbles away, clutching at her jaw, opening her up for SPAGHETTIFICATION!!! Backstabber into the rings of Saturn in the center of the ring! Azzy has no choice but to tap out! Risa holds it for several seconds after the bell rings, Azzy screaming in agony, Risa screams out at the fans, "I GOT YOUR SUPER TIGER RIGHT HERE!!!!"
A near five count finally sees her breaking the hold. Risa rises, huffing in anger as fans boo her in uproar. She raises a fist in the air, then makes a little "crybaby face" at the fans before flipping them off again and leaving.
WINNER: RISA JACKSON!!!
Koss: One hell of a match and formal introduction to The Super Nova!
Spazz: Dang, she tied Azzy's ass up in knots and left her a mess in that ring. Why she so pissed about the Super Tiger chants though? I dug that act. She was awesome!
Koss: Apparently Risa J doesn't want to be remembered for that role anymore. I don't know why, it was highly successful but it is what it is. Someone tell Monty Ecksnay on the Tiger-bay questions if he ever interviews her in the future.
Spazz: No shit!
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--
Suddenly the microphone is snatched from his hand and he’s pushed aside by a very angry looking Becca “Bruiser” Maguire.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Get the fuck outta here!
Bruiser glares into the camera with a snarl on her face.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Ya know somethin’?! Ever since I set foot into this company… I have busted my fuckin’ ass to climb up the ladder! I took the fight to the Queen o’ the South Champion, Ursula Von Rossbach not once! But twice!
The heavily tattooed woman is almost growling with every word she says.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And then?! When I get a fuckin’ title opportunity at Hail The Apocalypse against Luther Thunder for the Conquest Championship?! What the fuck happens?! Because o’ that gammy gowl, CCM officiatin’ the damn thin’... he gets himself disqualified and ends up screwin’ me outta becomin’ champ!
Maguire shakes her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Well let me tell ya’ll somethin’! I’m now on a fuckin’ warpath! And I ain’t stoppin’ until I get my hands on both CCM AND Luther Thunder! Ya hear?! I’m gonna go through every fuckin’ person ya’ll put in front o’ me and then I’m gonna beat the holy Hell outta CCM and Luther Thunder and then I’m gonna take the Conquest Championship!
She then points to the camera.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Which basically means one thin’ for ya’ll tonight, Cherry Deville! It means I’m gonna be makin’ an example outta ya by beatin’ ya into the fuckin’ ground! Ain’t nothin’ personal… just fuckin’ business!
Bruiser then slams the microphone to the floor and then storms off camera as we cut elsewhere.
-BECCA MAGUIRE-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-Risa hits the ropes again, Azzy getting up on her knees and right into a running knee to the side of her head and standing her right up and falling to a seat in the ropes! Risa returns with THE IMPACT CRATER!!! She pulls Azzy to the center of the ring and makes a quick pin, getting a 2 count! The fans continue to chant Super Tiger over and over, which leads Risa to toss Azzy into a nearby corner. She then flips the fans off and runs right at her! Boot to the face stops her dead in her tracks, sending her staggering back as Azzy hops to a seat on the top turnbuckle. She rises, standing on the second, and then bounds off with a DIVING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! Risa drops hard, rolling onto her stomach. Azzy bends down and locks on a Half-Nelson, lifts Risa up and HALF NELSON SUPLEX!!! Azzy pumps her fists and shouts with the fans, "SUPER TIGER! SUPER TIGER! SUPER TIGER!!!"
She moves in behind a rising Risa and locks on a Full Nelson but a hard back kick to her nether region halts her, followed by a back headbutt to the jaw! Azzy stumbles away, clutching at her jaw, opening her up for SPAGHETTIFICATION!!! Backstabber into the rings of Saturn in the center of the ring! Azzy has no choice but to tap out! Risa holds it for several seconds after the bell rings, Azzy screaming in agony, Risa screams out at the fans, "I GOT YOUR SUPER TIGER RIGHT HERE!!!!"
A near five count finally sees her breaking the hold. Risa rises, huffing in anger as fans boo her in uproar. She raises a fist in the air, then makes a little "crybaby face" at the fans before flipping them off again and leaving.
WINNER: RISA JACKSON!!!
Koss: One hell of a match and formal introduction to The Super Nova!
Spazz: Dang, she tied Azzy's ass up in knots and left her a mess in that ring. Why she so pissed about the Super Tiger chants though? I dug that act. She was awesome!
Koss: Apparently Risa J doesn't want to be remembered for that role anymore. I don't know why, it was highly successful but it is what it is. Someone tell Monty Ecksnay on the Tiger-bay questions if he ever interviews her in the future.
Spazz: No shit!
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--
Suddenly the microphone is snatched from his hand and he’s pushed aside by a very angry looking Becca “Bruiser” Maguire.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Get the fuck outta here!
Bruiser glares into the camera with a snarl on her face.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Ya know somethin’?! Ever since I set foot into this company… I have busted my fuckin’ ass to climb up the ladder! I took the fight to the Queen o’ the South Champion, Ursula Von Rossbach not once! But twice!
The heavily tattooed woman is almost growling with every word she says.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And then?! When I get a fuckin’ title opportunity at Hail The Apocalypse against Luther Thunder for the Conquest Championship?! What the fuck happens?! Because o’ that gammy gowl, CCM officiatin’ the damn thin’... he gets himself disqualified and ends up screwin’ me outta becomin’ champ!
Maguire shakes her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Well let me tell ya’ll somethin’! I’m now on a fuckin’ warpath! And I ain’t stoppin’ until I get my hands on both CCM AND Luther Thunder! Ya hear?! I’m gonna go through every fuckin’ person ya’ll put in front o’ me and then I’m gonna beat the holy Hell outta CCM and Luther Thunder and then I’m gonna take the Conquest Championship!
She then points to the camera.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Which basically means one thin’ for ya’ll tonight, Cherry Deville! It means I’m gonna be makin’ an example outta ya by beatin’ ya into the fuckin’ ground! Ain’t nothin’ personal… just fuckin’ business!
Bruiser then slams the microphone to the floor and then storms off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Becca Maguire stands across from Cherry Deville, her stare withering and filled with intimidation. Cherry's returned gaze is the opposite, uncertain and trepidatious. The two women close the distance and lock arms, fighting for position. Superior leverage and mass wins as Mrs. Maguire pushes Ms. Deville back step by step until hurling her back with thunderous power. Cherry hits the canvas with a roll that puts further distance. The Bruiser gives a cocky smirk, beckoning her forth with curled fingers. Defiantly she rises, bravely pushing forward and unloading strikes upon her foe.
Cherry forces Becca back by the onslaught of strikes until she snakes an arm through with a stiff blow connecting with Cherry's jaw. A headbutt furthers her stunned state. Mrs. Maguire then leaps onto the second rope and launches herself at Ms. Deville with a resounding thud of her Freedom Punch. Cherry falls flat upon her back and The Bruiser covers her up. One. Two. Three? Unfortunately for The Bruiser, Cherry's shoulder leaves the canvas.
As Becca pulls Cherry to her feet, she is surprised by a haymaker punch snapping her head around. She spins around, her back turned to Ms. Deville who wraps her arms around her and launches her shoulders first to the canvas with an impressive German suplex. Becca kicks out on the count of two, rolling free of Cherry's grasp.
The two competitors rise to their feet and Becca moves in quickly, only for Cherry to toss her up and catch her but before she could hit her infamous powerbomb, The Bruiser smashes her fist upon the top of her foe's head. The tattooed hell-raiser slides off of her shoulders and takes her by the arm, then plants her foot into Cherry's face. Falling back with the "inverted stomp" she delivers Cherry to the realm of semi-consciousness with her patented move, The Kickstarter. The cover is made. One. Two. Three.
WINNER: BRUISER MAGUIRE!!!
Koss: Dominant victory by the Bruiser!
Spazz: Balls man, she gave what she got, but that was a beat down and a motherfuckin' half!
Captain Cosmo skulks a very remote part of the backstage area, looking for his missing Cosmic Pug, eyes wide and concern palpable!
Cosmo: Where are you... come now! You cannot hide forever!!
Suddenly the lights go dark and he yelps in terror before suddenly screaming in agony as sounds of a violent scuffle are heard. The sound of a human skull being impacted against several hard objects finished with a sickening wet splat and cracking sound against a wall is heard.
Dark, distorted voice: I will have what I want....
When the lights come back on, we find Captain Cosmo laying in a very unnatural pose, witching with his eyes open and breathing shallowly as blood pours from a massive head injury, a huge blood splatter on the wall near him!
Koss: Another body has been found backstage! This time Captain Cosmo! It looks like he'll be leaving in an ambulance too! What in the hell is going on back there?
Spazz: Fuck if I know, but theyz cleanin' house up in here! Dude was a fuckin' Kook but he didn't deserve to get snip snapped in the back!
Cherry forces Becca back by the onslaught of strikes until she snakes an arm through with a stiff blow connecting with Cherry's jaw. A headbutt furthers her stunned state. Mrs. Maguire then leaps onto the second rope and launches herself at Ms. Deville with a resounding thud of her Freedom Punch. Cherry falls flat upon her back and The Bruiser covers her up. One. Two. Three? Unfortunately for The Bruiser, Cherry's shoulder leaves the canvas.
As Becca pulls Cherry to her feet, she is surprised by a haymaker punch snapping her head around. She spins around, her back turned to Ms. Deville who wraps her arms around her and launches her shoulders first to the canvas with an impressive German suplex. Becca kicks out on the count of two, rolling free of Cherry's grasp.
The two competitors rise to their feet and Becca moves in quickly, only for Cherry to toss her up and catch her but before she could hit her infamous powerbomb, The Bruiser smashes her fist upon the top of her foe's head. The tattooed hell-raiser slides off of her shoulders and takes her by the arm, then plants her foot into Cherry's face. Falling back with the "inverted stomp" she delivers Cherry to the realm of semi-consciousness with her patented move, The Kickstarter. The cover is made. One. Two. Three.
WINNER: BRUISER MAGUIRE!!!
Koss: Dominant victory by the Bruiser!
Spazz: Balls man, she gave what she got, but that was a beat down and a motherfuckin' half!
INTERLUDE
Captain Cosmo skulks a very remote part of the backstage area, looking for his missing Cosmic Pug, eyes wide and concern palpable!
Cosmo: Where are you... come now! You cannot hide forever!!
Suddenly the lights go dark and he yelps in terror before suddenly screaming in agony as sounds of a violent scuffle are heard. The sound of a human skull being impacted against several hard objects finished with a sickening wet splat and cracking sound against a wall is heard.
Dark, distorted voice: I will have what I want....
When the lights come back on, we find Captain Cosmo laying in a very unnatural pose, witching with his eyes open and breathing shallowly as blood pours from a massive head injury, a huge blood splatter on the wall near him!
Koss: Another body has been found backstage! This time Captain Cosmo! It looks like he'll be leaving in an ambulance too! What in the hell is going on back there?
Spazz: Fuck if I know, but theyz cleanin' house up in here! Dude was a fuckin' Kook but he didn't deserve to get snip snapped in the back!
COMMERCIAL
-SOCIALITES-VS-TWIN SNAKES-
As the bell sounds, Vanesa and Danielle rush over and knock Jonna Austin from the ring to the floor. To make sure the referee sees nothing, Tiffany Lynn Page jumps up on the apron and starts complaining loudly about a fan messing with her in the front row. The referee argues back with her while her sisters take over and starts in on Jamie Austin two on one. They use every dirty tactic they can think of before turning their attention to Jonna and knocking her back to the floor. Tiffany Lynn drops to the floor as Vanessa covers Jamie.
Jamie kicks out.
The Socialites continue to work over Jamie two on one, making sure to pull every dirty bit in the book. They rake her eyes, they scratch at her back. After a pair of body slams and an elbow drop, Danielle tries for a cover.
Jamie kicks out.
Jamie surprises Danielle for an inside cradle.
Danielle kicks out.
Danielle jumps for a tag and Vanessa makes sure Jamie cannot go to ehr corner. Jamie catches Vanessa for a Fujiwara armbar takedown and then rolls into a la magistral cradle.
Vanessa kicks out.
Jamie gets away and makes the tag to Jonna. Jonna comes in and knocks both Page Sisters around and even takes a swipe at Tiffany Lynn. Jonna clubs both sisters again and then hits a wicked short lariat on Vanessa. She covers.
Vanessa gets a shoulder up.
Jaime comes in as Danielle does and Tiffany Lynn jumps up again. This time, she sprays something into Jonna’s eyes and then drops back to the floor. Vanessa and Danielle hit the mean Girls on Jamie and then Vanessa goes over to Jonna while Danielle argues with the referee. Vanessa hits Jonna low and then rolls her up from behind, pulling the tights as she goes. Danielle slides to the floor and as the referee goes to count, Vanessa gets her feet on the ropes for added leverage.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
Vanessa slides off the ropes and slips to the floor before the referee can see anything.
WINNERS: THE SOCIALITES!!!
Spazz: THE FUCKIN' SPRAY AGAIN!!!
Koss: I'm starting to think the Influencers needs to have two referees in their matches just to watch out for their shenanigans! Seriously!
Halo: The SRW Hardcore Championship…
A look somewhere between anticipation and excitement.
Halo: It was only a few months ago that I held that very championship and it ain’t like I got punked hard to lose it neither!
Looking down, Halo shakes her head.
Halo: But I ain’t gonna deny that I been on a bit of a down streak lately wrestlin’ next to my wife. Me and B-Brat just never seem to get on the same page in the ring and I can’t even begin to tell y’all why but that all goes away when I get in the ring with you, Killer! This ain’t no tag team match where you got Taza or Bandit standin’ there with you and I got Brit with me…
She shakes her head pointedly while glaring into the camera. .
Halo: Naw, this is just you and me and we sluggin’ the shit out of each other like we in a race to see who can run out behind the woodshed and cut the best switch first!
She turns to face the camera straight on.
Halo: Y’all know I know how to take people there and y’all know I know where the damn switches are too!
She moves in closer.
Halo: I’m looking forward to this chance to dance just because I know it’s gonna be fun and it’s gonna be fuckin’ good! Come on, Killer, let’s knock ‘em dead!
We cut backstage to find the brand new Hardcore Champion, Killer Carter standing in front of a Shieldmaidens backdrop with her newly won championship draped over her shoulder as she stares into the camera with a smirk on her face.
Killer Carter: At Hail The Apocalypse… I battled Coda and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire in a Barbed Wire Rope Triple Threat match for the Hardcore Championship. Despite my size… I was the underdog going into that match… both Psycho and Coda have way more experience than I do and have several championship reigns to their name. They’re well known all over the globe in the wrestling industry and arguably two of the greatest competitors to ever step into the squared circle.
KC briefly glances down at her title and pats it a couple of times.
Killer Carter: And I managed to beat them both and walk out of Hail The Apocalypse as the brand new Hardcore Champion! And tonight? I defend it against another great competitor in the form of Halo.
She takes her championship into her hand and holds it up to the camera and points to it.
Killer Carter: You want this don’t you, Halo? Now… I have no personal problem with you. I respect you. But here’s the thing. I’m not going to let go of this championship any time soon. Because I have huge shoes to fill because the previous champion is arguably the greatest Hardcore Champion on the planet! And my goal as the new Hardcore Champion? Is to become an even better champion than her!
Carter places her title back over her shoulder.
Killer Carter: So I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news… but there is no chance in Hell that you’re taking this from me tonight! Welcome to the Gun Show!
The behemoth then flexes her muscles before then walking off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Jamie kicks out.
The Socialites continue to work over Jamie two on one, making sure to pull every dirty bit in the book. They rake her eyes, they scratch at her back. After a pair of body slams and an elbow drop, Danielle tries for a cover.
Jamie kicks out.
Jamie surprises Danielle for an inside cradle.
Danielle kicks out.
Danielle jumps for a tag and Vanessa makes sure Jamie cannot go to ehr corner. Jamie catches Vanessa for a Fujiwara armbar takedown and then rolls into a la magistral cradle.
Vanessa kicks out.
Jamie gets away and makes the tag to Jonna. Jonna comes in and knocks both Page Sisters around and even takes a swipe at Tiffany Lynn. Jonna clubs both sisters again and then hits a wicked short lariat on Vanessa. She covers.
Vanessa gets a shoulder up.
Jaime comes in as Danielle does and Tiffany Lynn jumps up again. This time, she sprays something into Jonna’s eyes and then drops back to the floor. Vanessa and Danielle hit the mean Girls on Jamie and then Vanessa goes over to Jonna while Danielle argues with the referee. Vanessa hits Jonna low and then rolls her up from behind, pulling the tights as she goes. Danielle slides to the floor and as the referee goes to count, Vanessa gets her feet on the ropes for added leverage.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
Vanessa slides off the ropes and slips to the floor before the referee can see anything.
WINNERS: THE SOCIALITES!!!
Spazz: THE FUCKIN' SPRAY AGAIN!!!
Koss: I'm starting to think the Influencers needs to have two referees in their matches just to watch out for their shenanigans! Seriously!
SEGMENT
Halo: The SRW Hardcore Championship…
A look somewhere between anticipation and excitement.
Halo: It was only a few months ago that I held that very championship and it ain’t like I got punked hard to lose it neither!
Looking down, Halo shakes her head.
Halo: But I ain’t gonna deny that I been on a bit of a down streak lately wrestlin’ next to my wife. Me and B-Brat just never seem to get on the same page in the ring and I can’t even begin to tell y’all why but that all goes away when I get in the ring with you, Killer! This ain’t no tag team match where you got Taza or Bandit standin’ there with you and I got Brit with me…
She shakes her head pointedly while glaring into the camera. .
Halo: Naw, this is just you and me and we sluggin’ the shit out of each other like we in a race to see who can run out behind the woodshed and cut the best switch first!
She turns to face the camera straight on.
Halo: Y’all know I know how to take people there and y’all know I know where the damn switches are too!
She moves in closer.
Halo: I’m looking forward to this chance to dance just because I know it’s gonna be fun and it’s gonna be fuckin’ good! Come on, Killer, let’s knock ‘em dead!
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to find the brand new Hardcore Champion, Killer Carter standing in front of a Shieldmaidens backdrop with her newly won championship draped over her shoulder as she stares into the camera with a smirk on her face.
Killer Carter: At Hail The Apocalypse… I battled Coda and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire in a Barbed Wire Rope Triple Threat match for the Hardcore Championship. Despite my size… I was the underdog going into that match… both Psycho and Coda have way more experience than I do and have several championship reigns to their name. They’re well known all over the globe in the wrestling industry and arguably two of the greatest competitors to ever step into the squared circle.
KC briefly glances down at her title and pats it a couple of times.
Killer Carter: And I managed to beat them both and walk out of Hail The Apocalypse as the brand new Hardcore Champion! And tonight? I defend it against another great competitor in the form of Halo.
She takes her championship into her hand and holds it up to the camera and points to it.
Killer Carter: You want this don’t you, Halo? Now… I have no personal problem with you. I respect you. But here’s the thing. I’m not going to let go of this championship any time soon. Because I have huge shoes to fill because the previous champion is arguably the greatest Hardcore Champion on the planet! And my goal as the new Hardcore Champion? Is to become an even better champion than her!
Carter places her title back over her shoulder.
Killer Carter: So I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news… but there is no chance in Hell that you’re taking this from me tonight! Welcome to the Gun Show!
The behemoth then flexes her muscles before then walking off camera as we cut elsewhere.
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-KILLER CARTER (C)-VS-HALO-
KC taunts Halo, egging her on even before the match begins. B-Brat cheers her on at ringside with words of encouragement, countering Carter's snide comments to get under her skin. Instead Halo rolls her shoulders and gets to work! The two rush at each other and Halo tosses pocket sand right in KC's face, blinding her! She promptly kicks her between the legs to double her over, hits the ropes and rushes in with a vicious knee followed by a jawbreaker! KC staggers and falls to her knees. B-Brat tosses Halo a steel chair, who then rushes in at KC with a big swing, but she catches the chair. There's a struggle until Carter boots Halo in the gut, shoving her back and yanking the chair from her hands! KC swings and Halo ducks, running to the ropes. Rebound and a springboard sees KC ducking and rolling under a dropkick. Halo hits the mat, pops up, ducks a chair shot and hits a drop toe-hold on Carter! First the chair hits, the KC's face against it! She snarls, shaking her head, but starts to get up just in time for Halo to hit a running stomp, driving her forehead right into the chair again! KC rolls onto her back, dazed as Halo runs up the nearby corner and drops with ELIJAH'S RISE for a pinfall and a two and 3/4th's count!!!
Halo pulls KC to her feet and goes for the 2 MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT but rams her forehead right into Halo's, then pulls her into a JACKHAMMER ON THE STEEL CHAIR! She makes the cover 1-2-3!!!
WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: KILLER CARTER!!!
Koss: Halo was very game coming into this match, but Killer Carter just had a little bit more!
Spazz: Yeah I love me some Halo, but there's a reason they call her a Killer, yo!
Koss: Indeed!
Halo is seen walking back to the EMT's office with B-Brat, obviously exhausted and worn down from her match. She wipes a bit of blood from her brow, the cut on it still seeping a bit.
Halo: Honey, could you go down to get me a latte from catering while I get stitched up?
B-Brat: Sure thing, beautiful.
She pecks a kiss on Halo's lips, getting a little wince from her wife.
Halo: Ow ow... careful that smarts!
B-Brat: Oh sorry, babe! I'll go get you that Latte!
Halo chuckles as B-Brat leaves. We see looming just in the distance, a cloaked figure....
We cut back to ringside.
The camera finds Seleana and Zenna Zdunich standing together in a dressing room.
Seleana: The Skillz Vendorz got us in the ladder match.
Zenna nods quickly.
Zenna: It was good to see Avatar though, ja?
Seleana nods slowly.
Seleana: So now fight the Devil’s Rejects, ja?
Zenna almost laughs.
Zenna: I thought their name was the Covenant…?
Seleana shrugs.
Seleana: HayJo called them the Devil’s Rejects and it is a more fitting anime when you look at them. Three painted women all far too keen to have us believe they are possessed and then the man with the most ridiculous, made-up name ever heard by human ears in Iscariot…
Zenna shrugs, almost laughing.
Zenna: Maybe he just couldn’t decide which one sounded more awesome, ja?
Apparently unamused, Seleana just stares into the camera.
Seleana: So here we come, Devil’s Rejects, all scary and spooky…
Zenna shrugs.
Zenna: Maybe this is like the show I was keen to present at one time about such things. The kind people make fun of because of how often they devolve into “what was that? Did you hear that?”
Seleana nods grimly.
Seleana: Tonight, the Covenant and whatever they are about take a walk on the Wildside!
Zenna grins.
Zenna: You know it’s the best side!
Halo pulls KC to her feet and goes for the 2 MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT but rams her forehead right into Halo's, then pulls her into a JACKHAMMER ON THE STEEL CHAIR! She makes the cover 1-2-3!!!
WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: KILLER CARTER!!!
Koss: Halo was very game coming into this match, but Killer Carter just had a little bit more!
Spazz: Yeah I love me some Halo, but there's a reason they call her a Killer, yo!
Koss: Indeed!
INTERLUDE
Halo is seen walking back to the EMT's office with B-Brat, obviously exhausted and worn down from her match. She wipes a bit of blood from her brow, the cut on it still seeping a bit.
Halo: Honey, could you go down to get me a latte from catering while I get stitched up?
B-Brat: Sure thing, beautiful.
She pecks a kiss on Halo's lips, getting a little wince from her wife.
Halo: Ow ow... careful that smarts!
B-Brat: Oh sorry, babe! I'll go get you that Latte!
Halo chuckles as B-Brat leaves. We see looming just in the distance, a cloaked figure....
We cut back to ringside.
SEGMENT
The camera finds Seleana and Zenna Zdunich standing together in a dressing room.
Seleana: The Skillz Vendorz got us in the ladder match.
Zenna nods quickly.
Zenna: It was good to see Avatar though, ja?
Seleana nods slowly.
Seleana: So now fight the Devil’s Rejects, ja?
Zenna almost laughs.
Zenna: I thought their name was the Covenant…?
Seleana shrugs.
Seleana: HayJo called them the Devil’s Rejects and it is a more fitting anime when you look at them. Three painted women all far too keen to have us believe they are possessed and then the man with the most ridiculous, made-up name ever heard by human ears in Iscariot…
Zenna shrugs, almost laughing.
Zenna: Maybe he just couldn’t decide which one sounded more awesome, ja?
Apparently unamused, Seleana just stares into the camera.
Seleana: So here we come, Devil’s Rejects, all scary and spooky…
Zenna shrugs.
Zenna: Maybe this is like the show I was keen to present at one time about such things. The kind people make fun of because of how often they devolve into “what was that? Did you hear that?”
Seleana nods grimly.
Seleana: Tonight, the Covenant and whatever they are about take a walk on the Wildside!
Zenna grins.
Zenna: You know it’s the best side!
-WILDSIDE-VS-COVENANT-
Wildside is in the ring and ready to go but after a few calls of their music, the Covenant doesn't appear. The fans murmur, wanting to know WTF is going on. Just as the referee is about to declare The Covenant a no-show, however, a massive amount of blood pours from the rafters down on the Ref, Wildside, and the ring. Even fans at ringside get spattered and splashed. The Commentators are covered as well! Sel and Zenna find themselves unable to stand, the ring suddenly dangerously slick! The lights go out and the lights come back on to reveal Lilith and Amara who glide over the blood with ease, viciously assaulting the fan favorites with fans booing in uproar!!! They try to fight back but by the time they are able to it's too little too late. Seleana is laid out with THE MORTIS!!!! Zenna rushes over but slips in the blood, falling beside her fallen sister. Amara rears her thick heeled boot up and brings it right down on her ankle, getting an ear splitting wail of agony! Zenna Zdunich clutches at her ankle in tears, her cries of pain as she rolls around on the blood drenched canvas music to the Covenant's ears. Countess Bathory stands at the entryway, nodding her head with approval as the referee finally gets up, throwing the match out.
RESULT: NO CONTEST!!!
Spazz: WHAT... THE ACTUAL... FUCK?!
Koss: That was a goddamn massacre! The Wildside did not deserve that and the ring, everyone in the front row, us included, are covered in blood!
Spazz: Where in the hell did they get that much blood?
Koss: I don't know, but this is beyond reason! Zenna Zdunich and Seleana are both being loaded up. I imagine another ambulance is going to be called tonight. That was a pretty nasty stomp to Zenna's ankle!
Spazz: They went out of their fucking way to do this. Covenant's gotta' be up to everything goin' on back here. Where's Ursula Von Rossbach?
Koss: She left in the first hour.
Spazz: Fuck....
We come back to find the ring has a fresh canvas, apron, and ropes, ring mats have been replaced, and Spazz and Koss look to have changed and cleaned up themselves.
Koss: It's amazing how fast our ring crew can work to clean up after a huge mess like that.
Spazz: The Covenant not only wrecked my favorite tag team, but my favorite jacket too! That was some bullshit!
The venue's lights blink dark as the familiar sharp, distorted wail signals the beginning of Highly Suspect's haunting anthem. This wills those in their seats to stand in anticipation. Once on a vertical base, the fans make their presence felt with cheers and hollers. All of them look towards the feminine silhouette illuminated by a spotlight at the stage's entrance while an abundance of purple dyed mist collects at its feet. As Coda steps out of the shadows, she adjusts tonight's dark purple face mask that conceals her nose and mouth while she stands at the stage with her 33-inch kanabō war club raised in her right hand for all to see with her head tilted back. The audience erupts in audible approval, her dark purple with bright neon red accents thigh-length trench coat matching the style of the rest of her attire.
The Pint-Sized Kaiju drags her weapon of folklore through the aisle blanketed in colored smoke until she slings the iron studded tapered staff over her shoulder. Long, deft fingers glide along the apron as she saunters towards the steel steps. Once she removes her jacket, folds it carefully, and tucks it beside the stairs, Coda steps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. "My Name Is Human" continues to blare through the arena when she stands atop the corner with her kanabō casually resting over her shoulder while her mask continues to hide her expression aside from her unsettling gaze. The Southern Rebellion Wrestling crowd hit the Korean-American with a boisterous round of applause before she pops into the ring and slinks into a seated position on the canvas. With one bent knee and her back against the turnbuckle, she drops her weapon to ringside and properly removes her mask for an official to dispose.
Coda: Who will fight me? Who accepts my challenge?
With the lights dimmed, the Shieldmaidens’ motto, “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!” comes up on the Tron. Slipknot's “Psychosocial” hits and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire comes walking through the entryway smirking cruelly. She runs down and slides into the ring looking like she can’t wait to get down to business.
Psycho: WE'LL FIGHT!!!!
Coda: We Will Fight!!
Spazz: Guess we doin' this then!
Koss: The Referee is here and the match is declared!
CODA OPEN CHALLENGE
-CODA-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
Wildside is in the ring and ready to go but after a few calls of their music, the Covenant doesn't appear. The fans murmur, wanting to know WTF is going on. Just as the referee is about to declare The Covenant a no-show, however, a massive amount of blood pours from the rafters down on the Ref, Wildside, and the ring. Even fans at ringside get spattered and splashed. The Commentators are covered as well! Sel and Zenna find themselves unable to stand, the ring suddenly dangerously slick! The lights go out and the lights come back on to reveal Lilith and Amara who glide over the blood with ease, viciously assaulting the fan favorites with fans booing in uproar!!! They try to fight back but by the time they are able to it's too little too late. Seleana is laid out with THE MORTIS!!!! Zenna rushes over but slips in the blood, falling beside her fallen sister. Amara rears her thick heeled boot up and brings it right down on her ankle, getting an ear splitting wail of agony! Zenna Zdunich clutches at her ankle in tears, her cries of pain as she rolls around on the blood drenched canvas music to the Covenant's ears. Countess Bathory stands at the entryway, nodding her head with approval as the referee finally gets up, throwing the match out.
RESULT: NO CONTEST!!!
Spazz: WHAT... THE ACTUAL... FUCK?!
Koss: That was a goddamn massacre! The Wildside did not deserve that and the ring, everyone in the front row, us included, are covered in blood!
Spazz: Where in the hell did they get that much blood?
Koss: I don't know, but this is beyond reason! Zenna Zdunich and Seleana are both being loaded up. I imagine another ambulance is going to be called tonight. That was a pretty nasty stomp to Zenna's ankle!
Spazz: They went out of their fucking way to do this. Covenant's gotta' be up to everything goin' on back here. Where's Ursula Von Rossbach?
Koss: She left in the first hour.
Spazz: Fuck....
COMMERCIAL
Koss: It's amazing how fast our ring crew can work to clean up after a huge mess like that.
Spazz: The Covenant not only wrecked my favorite tag team, but my favorite jacket too! That was some bullshit!
SEGMENT
The venue's lights blink dark as the familiar sharp, distorted wail signals the beginning of Highly Suspect's haunting anthem. This wills those in their seats to stand in anticipation. Once on a vertical base, the fans make their presence felt with cheers and hollers. All of them look towards the feminine silhouette illuminated by a spotlight at the stage's entrance while an abundance of purple dyed mist collects at its feet. As Coda steps out of the shadows, she adjusts tonight's dark purple face mask that conceals her nose and mouth while she stands at the stage with her 33-inch kanabō war club raised in her right hand for all to see with her head tilted back. The audience erupts in audible approval, her dark purple with bright neon red accents thigh-length trench coat matching the style of the rest of her attire.
The Pint-Sized Kaiju drags her weapon of folklore through the aisle blanketed in colored smoke until she slings the iron studded tapered staff over her shoulder. Long, deft fingers glide along the apron as she saunters towards the steel steps. Once she removes her jacket, folds it carefully, and tucks it beside the stairs, Coda steps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. "My Name Is Human" continues to blare through the arena when she stands atop the corner with her kanabō casually resting over her shoulder while her mask continues to hide her expression aside from her unsettling gaze. The Southern Rebellion Wrestling crowd hit the Korean-American with a boisterous round of applause before she pops into the ring and slinks into a seated position on the canvas. With one bent knee and her back against the turnbuckle, she drops her weapon to ringside and properly removes her mask for an official to dispose.
Coda: Who will fight me? Who accepts my challenge?
With the lights dimmed, the Shieldmaidens’ motto, “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!” comes up on the Tron. Slipknot's “Psychosocial” hits and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire comes walking through the entryway smirking cruelly. She runs down and slides into the ring looking like she can’t wait to get down to business.
Psycho: WE'LL FIGHT!!!!
Coda: We Will Fight!!
Spazz: Guess we doin' this then!
Koss: The Referee is here and the match is declared!
-CODA-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
Psycho rushes Coda! The two brawl in the ring, Psycho smiling while Coda displays nothing in the way of emotion beyond grim determination. A hard shot from Psycho spins Coda around but Coda shoots off a thrusting back kick to the chin that snaps Psycho's chin back, sending her staggering back! Psycho barely has time to think as a roundhouse flies for her head. She brings her arms back and finds herself stumbling from the force of the blow! A second kick flies towards her gut but she catches it only to eat an Enziguri that manages to flip her off her feet and to the canvas!
The crowd starts chanting "PINT-SIZE KAIJU" cheering her on, countered by, "LET'S GO PSYCHO!" Psycho starts to rise and Coda doesn't give her even a fraction of a moment, ripping into her with several fast rapid kicks to the chest as she rises, followed by another roundhouse kick sending her spinning into the corner. Psycho wipes at some blood from the corner of her mouth and smiles....
Coda watches her for a moment as she recovers in the corner, back turned, and as soon as Psycho turns, Coda bursts forth only to whip both feet up for a dropkick straight to Coda's chest. The PSK staggers back with a grimace as Psycho shoves herself to the top rope and launches off with a diving dropkick rocking Coda off her feet!
Psycho hits the ropes and snaps back to leapfrog over Coda, hit the ropes and return with another dropkick but Coda merely steps to the left, leaving Coda to hit the canvas with a skid! Psycho spins around and gets to her feet and NARROWLY DODGES THE SYMPHONIC ELBOW!!! Coda hits the ropes and is caught with a back elbow followed by the DUBLIN KISS headbutt rocking her off her feet! Psycho locks on her bridging chinlock of doom, ACROSS THE RIVER! Coda struggles in the hold. With surprising strength, Psycho finds herself being drug across the canvas as Coda pulls both herself and her opponent to the ropes until finally reaching them and forcing the referee to break the hold!
Coda takes a moment to recover but finds herself being stomped against the ropes seconds later and Psycho even presses her knee against the back of Coda's neck and into the bottom rope, nearly choking her out until the referee steps in issuing a count. Psycho backs off and nearly slugs the referee with a wild look in her eyes. She then gathers Coda up and walks her over to the nearest corner, slamming her head into it, then hoisting her up onto the top rope. She looks to go for a big move until Coda headbutts her in the gut and shoves her off! Hopping down, Coda takes Psycho's arm, walks her to the rope and hits THE OVERTURE arm breaker! This is followed up by the CRESCENDO TORNADO DDT!!! Coda goes for the pin and ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Coda rolls off and crouches low, sizing Psycho up.... SYMPHONIC ELBOW AND A PIN!!! ONE!!! TWO!! TTTHHHRREE!!!
WINNER: CODA!!!
Spazz: Coda nailed her hard yo!
Koss: Indeed! The Pint-Size Kaiju lives up to her name!
"B-Brat" Brittany Williams, is strolling through the back when she suddenly realizes she isn't where she wanted to be.
B-Brat: The hell am I at? This ain't the catering area! Did I get turned around again?
The camera's perspective shifts just a little bit to reveal a black hooded figure following her. She stops, the camera zooms in on her expression of sudden concern and she looks over her shoulder. As the camera pulls back, the hooded figure is nowhere to be seen.
B-Brat: Stupid ass nerves. Guess It'll loop around. Needed a walk anyways.
Suddenly she's jumped by the hooded figure with a yelp and the lights go out. Just as with Captain Cosmo, we hear the sounds of her being slammed about, screaming in terrorized agony before yet another sickening wet thud. The lights in the hallway come back on to reveal her laid out on the floor with, eyes closed, twitching and breathing shallowly as it seems she had her head violently rammed into the floor with enough impact to spray blood around her head.
Koss: B-Brat Williams just got found in a pool of blood backstage!
Spazz: Daaaamn... I mean she's useless as fuck but it's not like I wanted her to go out like a crime scene yo!
Koss: She too is being rushed to the hospital. An update on the Wolfpack and Captain Cosmo. They've each suffered serious injuries and will likely not be returning to an SRW ring anytime soon.
Spazz: And Ursula left... If she was here, she could just take on this asshole, blitz his ass, and move the fuck on!
Koss: I don't know why she didn't accept the challenge, but if your theory is right then the Covenant have seriously crossed lines over a title shot.
Spazz: Some people are desperate for that gold yo!
We head backstage once again, where Tracy Dixon is... talking to a production crate, apparently.
Tracy: It’s okay, as long as we stick together, nobody’s going to hurt you.
“Crate”: Noooo, peoples keeps getting attacked, me’s scared...
Sure enough, she was not talking to a production crate, but rather a Wendy House, who was hiding behind said production crate. Seemingly the chaotic events of the evening had had an effect on SRW’s child prodigy.
Tracy: Look, we’ve got a match coming up in like 20 minutes, will you please get up?
House: No.
Tracy: Pretty please?
House: NO.
Tracy: I’ll buy you some cake.
Sure enough, House’s eyes at least peeked over the crate.
House: Cake?
Before we could begin cake negotiations, a voice hollered at the pair of them.
“Oh look, House is hiding, must be covering that ugly face!”
With that the camera pans to see none other than Bianca Davis, and Veronica Taylor. Letting out a catty giggle at the comments, that came from The Queen B herself. The devious duo is dressed in matching pink Pretty Committee t-shirts over their ring gear. As Bianca counties on.
Bianca Davis: Trust us, the last thing you two need is cake, especially you Whalcy. Like look at you like you could use help. LIke, have you heard of portion control? Like you don’t get to eat an entire pizza every day such a poor example.
Veronica and Bianca smirk at each other, as Veronica says.
Veronica Taylor: So true, I mean I don’t blame House for hiding her face at least she has some sense.
House pokes her head up a little further.
House: You’s know, dat’s actually kinda mean...
House looks like she might cry, but Tracy pats her on the shoulder.
Tracy: You know, we’ve been through this whole song and dance routine a few times already. We come out trying to give the fans the best damn show they can from the tag division, then you ...ladies choose to show up to mock and ridicule other people for the way they look or dress or talk or whatever the heck is scratching your snatches this week. That’s not cool. This is 2021 you should not be a bully, it’s mean, stupid and kinda ugly too.
Carefully House scootches from behind the box to behind Tracy
House: y-yeah, you guys could stop all that nonsense and we could just go out there and have great matches as, fwiends?
Bianca Davis: Like, we are just trying to help you both, because you both need it. I mean its why we are here to help you a gift if you will. See, we both know that those tag team titles would look amazing around our waist and we will get those soon
Veronica Taylor: As far as 2021, its reason why we are needed like you see the people in the arena? Ugh ew much! Like, we are willing to help you with our very own Pretty Committee make over kit now we know you can’t afford it but we can give a free sample. TO stop you from being less uggo.
Wendy blinks.
House: Fwee? You’s mean like a pwezzie?
She slowly comes out from behind Tracy.
House: House like pwezzies!
Tracy: Come on Wends, you don’t need to take a damn thing from these people...
House: HOUSE LIKE PWEZZIES!
She snatches the kit out of Taylor’s hands, and runs off towards the bathroom.
House: HOUSE GONNA BE ALL PWETTY FOR DA MATCH!
Bianca Davis; Rude, we said sample. You know a make over will be good for her.
Veronica Taylor: She’s going to be oh so pretty to bad you don’t join her. After all why waste our generosity?
Veronica, and Bianca give each other a high five as they let out a small cuckle.
Tracy glares at the chuckling women stepping up closer, right in their faces to be exact.
Tracy: I don’t need a good goddamn thing from you. I remember mean bitches like you from school and how you would always find someone weaker to bully for your amusement. House may not necessarily see what you are doing but she’s my friend and she’s my partner and if you do anything. I mean anything to upset her with your little games..your narrow asses are gonna be in some hot water with me AND her because when House loses her temper she is not friendly, she is far from childlike and whatever giggle fits you are now won’t be any help.
Veronica, and Bianca back up holding their noses in disgust, as they say.
Pretty Committee: EW YOU NEED A TICK TAC.
The Pretty Committee then stop holding her their noses, as the catty annoying duo rolls their eyes.
Bianca Davis: Um what we are doing what do you mean? We are being nice and trying to help I mean you tak about your friendship. But didn’t you attack your partner during a match against us? Like what kind of friend does that?!
Veronica Taylor: Seriously, thats very basic of you. Like you guys always misunderstand us why? Because we try to help even telling you things you don’t want to hear? Thats so, so sad. Just like those titles not being around our hot waists.
Dixon steps back just a bit, she didn’t want to take on the pair of them especially with House not around unless she absolutely had to, not before their match at least.
Tracy: Not that it’s any of your gosh darn business but I didn’t attack House on purpose, I was blinded, it was a miscommunication and a mistake, but I’m sure the two of you know it full well already, quit trying to stir things up and pretend like you care about anyone besides your own plastic selves. I suggest you two get to stepping before I put my foot up both of your asses, because as “uggo” and “nasty” and whatever I may be in your eyes, I am sure you neither of you are strangers to large things in your body orifices but I don’t do gentle or lubricated, if I put my foot up you..
She glares at Bianca.
Tracy: ..or you
She glares at Veronica.
Tracy: There won’t be anything basic about that. Now; begone before House comes back. I won’t let you two stand there and try to fill her head with any more of her bullshit. Get outta here and if you leave right now, you may just make it to the match we are supposed to have tonight.
Bianca, and Veronica glare, and huff annoyed at the reaction they are getting. As Bianca, fluffs her long blonde hair smugly, before speaking.
Bianca Davis: Again, rude with these threats I mean we were nice enough to give your best friend a present. I mean you know when you have tried to help her? And, again we are always trying to help people don’t take it well, not our fault.
Veronica Taylor: Also threats, please thats low but I understand not wanting to take us on. I mean I wouldn’t if I was you. This time you won’t have two other jealous uggo filled teams to help you.
BIanca smirks, as she says in a bitchy tone.
Biacna Davis: But you know what we will see you later tonight we got things to do, before we deal can’t wait to see how much prettier your partner looks tonight. Should be a refreshing chance sorry bout it.
The Pretty Committee turn on their heels, and saunter away in a smug fashion.
Dixon snarls as she watches Veronica and Bianca leave.
Tracy: No good b-word witches.
She then rushes over to the bathroom pounding at the door.
Tracy: Wends! You in there? Look, DO NOT try that shit, these bitches are up to something. I’m telling you, I really don’t think you should trust them or anything they give.
Silence for a moment, then a shout back.
House: You’s bein’ silly! You’s jus’ jelly coz House gonna look all pwettyfied!
Tracy: Wends, I...
House: AN’ NO FORGET YOU’S OWE ME CAKE!
Tracy lets out a sigh, shaking her head as we head back to ringside.
-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-THE PRETTY COMMITTEE-The crowd starts chanting "PINT-SIZE KAIJU" cheering her on, countered by, "LET'S GO PSYCHO!" Psycho starts to rise and Coda doesn't give her even a fraction of a moment, ripping into her with several fast rapid kicks to the chest as she rises, followed by another roundhouse kick sending her spinning into the corner. Psycho wipes at some blood from the corner of her mouth and smiles....
Coda watches her for a moment as she recovers in the corner, back turned, and as soon as Psycho turns, Coda bursts forth only to whip both feet up for a dropkick straight to Coda's chest. The PSK staggers back with a grimace as Psycho shoves herself to the top rope and launches off with a diving dropkick rocking Coda off her feet!
Psycho hits the ropes and snaps back to leapfrog over Coda, hit the ropes and return with another dropkick but Coda merely steps to the left, leaving Coda to hit the canvas with a skid! Psycho spins around and gets to her feet and NARROWLY DODGES THE SYMPHONIC ELBOW!!! Coda hits the ropes and is caught with a back elbow followed by the DUBLIN KISS headbutt rocking her off her feet! Psycho locks on her bridging chinlock of doom, ACROSS THE RIVER! Coda struggles in the hold. With surprising strength, Psycho finds herself being drug across the canvas as Coda pulls both herself and her opponent to the ropes until finally reaching them and forcing the referee to break the hold!
Coda takes a moment to recover but finds herself being stomped against the ropes seconds later and Psycho even presses her knee against the back of Coda's neck and into the bottom rope, nearly choking her out until the referee steps in issuing a count. Psycho backs off and nearly slugs the referee with a wild look in her eyes. She then gathers Coda up and walks her over to the nearest corner, slamming her head into it, then hoisting her up onto the top rope. She looks to go for a big move until Coda headbutts her in the gut and shoves her off! Hopping down, Coda takes Psycho's arm, walks her to the rope and hits THE OVERTURE arm breaker! This is followed up by the CRESCENDO TORNADO DDT!!! Coda goes for the pin and ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Coda rolls off and crouches low, sizing Psycho up.... SYMPHONIC ELBOW AND A PIN!!! ONE!!! TWO!! TTTHHHRREE!!!
WINNER: CODA!!!
Spazz: Coda nailed her hard yo!
Koss: Indeed! The Pint-Size Kaiju lives up to her name!
INTERLUDE
"B-Brat" Brittany Williams, is strolling through the back when she suddenly realizes she isn't where she wanted to be.
B-Brat: The hell am I at? This ain't the catering area! Did I get turned around again?
The camera's perspective shifts just a little bit to reveal a black hooded figure following her. She stops, the camera zooms in on her expression of sudden concern and she looks over her shoulder. As the camera pulls back, the hooded figure is nowhere to be seen.
B-Brat: Stupid ass nerves. Guess It'll loop around. Needed a walk anyways.
Suddenly she's jumped by the hooded figure with a yelp and the lights go out. Just as with Captain Cosmo, we hear the sounds of her being slammed about, screaming in terrorized agony before yet another sickening wet thud. The lights in the hallway come back on to reveal her laid out on the floor with, eyes closed, twitching and breathing shallowly as it seems she had her head violently rammed into the floor with enough impact to spray blood around her head.
Koss: B-Brat Williams just got found in a pool of blood backstage!
Spazz: Daaaamn... I mean she's useless as fuck but it's not like I wanted her to go out like a crime scene yo!
Koss: She too is being rushed to the hospital. An update on the Wolfpack and Captain Cosmo. They've each suffered serious injuries and will likely not be returning to an SRW ring anytime soon.
Spazz: And Ursula left... If she was here, she could just take on this asshole, blitz his ass, and move the fuck on!
Koss: I don't know why she didn't accept the challenge, but if your theory is right then the Covenant have seriously crossed lines over a title shot.
Spazz: Some people are desperate for that gold yo!
SEGMENT
We head backstage once again, where Tracy Dixon is... talking to a production crate, apparently.
Tracy: It’s okay, as long as we stick together, nobody’s going to hurt you.
“Crate”: Noooo, peoples keeps getting attacked, me’s scared...
Sure enough, she was not talking to a production crate, but rather a Wendy House, who was hiding behind said production crate. Seemingly the chaotic events of the evening had had an effect on SRW’s child prodigy.
Tracy: Look, we’ve got a match coming up in like 20 minutes, will you please get up?
House: No.
Tracy: Pretty please?
House: NO.
Tracy: I’ll buy you some cake.
Sure enough, House’s eyes at least peeked over the crate.
House: Cake?
Before we could begin cake negotiations, a voice hollered at the pair of them.
“Oh look, House is hiding, must be covering that ugly face!”
With that the camera pans to see none other than Bianca Davis, and Veronica Taylor. Letting out a catty giggle at the comments, that came from The Queen B herself. The devious duo is dressed in matching pink Pretty Committee t-shirts over their ring gear. As Bianca counties on.
Bianca Davis: Trust us, the last thing you two need is cake, especially you Whalcy. Like look at you like you could use help. LIke, have you heard of portion control? Like you don’t get to eat an entire pizza every day such a poor example.
Veronica and Bianca smirk at each other, as Veronica says.
Veronica Taylor: So true, I mean I don’t blame House for hiding her face at least she has some sense.
House pokes her head up a little further.
House: You’s know, dat’s actually kinda mean...
House looks like she might cry, but Tracy pats her on the shoulder.
Tracy: You know, we’ve been through this whole song and dance routine a few times already. We come out trying to give the fans the best damn show they can from the tag division, then you ...ladies choose to show up to mock and ridicule other people for the way they look or dress or talk or whatever the heck is scratching your snatches this week. That’s not cool. This is 2021 you should not be a bully, it’s mean, stupid and kinda ugly too.
Carefully House scootches from behind the box to behind Tracy
House: y-yeah, you guys could stop all that nonsense and we could just go out there and have great matches as, fwiends?
Bianca Davis: Like, we are just trying to help you both, because you both need it. I mean its why we are here to help you a gift if you will. See, we both know that those tag team titles would look amazing around our waist and we will get those soon
Veronica Taylor: As far as 2021, its reason why we are needed like you see the people in the arena? Ugh ew much! Like, we are willing to help you with our very own Pretty Committee make over kit now we know you can’t afford it but we can give a free sample. TO stop you from being less uggo.
Wendy blinks.
House: Fwee? You’s mean like a pwezzie?
She slowly comes out from behind Tracy.
House: House like pwezzies!
Tracy: Come on Wends, you don’t need to take a damn thing from these people...
House: HOUSE LIKE PWEZZIES!
She snatches the kit out of Taylor’s hands, and runs off towards the bathroom.
House: HOUSE GONNA BE ALL PWETTY FOR DA MATCH!
Bianca Davis; Rude, we said sample. You know a make over will be good for her.
Veronica Taylor: She’s going to be oh so pretty to bad you don’t join her. After all why waste our generosity?
Veronica, and Bianca give each other a high five as they let out a small cuckle.
Tracy glares at the chuckling women stepping up closer, right in their faces to be exact.
Tracy: I don’t need a good goddamn thing from you. I remember mean bitches like you from school and how you would always find someone weaker to bully for your amusement. House may not necessarily see what you are doing but she’s my friend and she’s my partner and if you do anything. I mean anything to upset her with your little games..your narrow asses are gonna be in some hot water with me AND her because when House loses her temper she is not friendly, she is far from childlike and whatever giggle fits you are now won’t be any help.
Veronica, and Bianca back up holding their noses in disgust, as they say.
Pretty Committee: EW YOU NEED A TICK TAC.
The Pretty Committee then stop holding her their noses, as the catty annoying duo rolls their eyes.
Bianca Davis: Um what we are doing what do you mean? We are being nice and trying to help I mean you tak about your friendship. But didn’t you attack your partner during a match against us? Like what kind of friend does that?!
Veronica Taylor: Seriously, thats very basic of you. Like you guys always misunderstand us why? Because we try to help even telling you things you don’t want to hear? Thats so, so sad. Just like those titles not being around our hot waists.
Dixon steps back just a bit, she didn’t want to take on the pair of them especially with House not around unless she absolutely had to, not before their match at least.
Tracy: Not that it’s any of your gosh darn business but I didn’t attack House on purpose, I was blinded, it was a miscommunication and a mistake, but I’m sure the two of you know it full well already, quit trying to stir things up and pretend like you care about anyone besides your own plastic selves. I suggest you two get to stepping before I put my foot up both of your asses, because as “uggo” and “nasty” and whatever I may be in your eyes, I am sure you neither of you are strangers to large things in your body orifices but I don’t do gentle or lubricated, if I put my foot up you..
She glares at Bianca.
Tracy: ..or you
She glares at Veronica.
Tracy: There won’t be anything basic about that. Now; begone before House comes back. I won’t let you two stand there and try to fill her head with any more of her bullshit. Get outta here and if you leave right now, you may just make it to the match we are supposed to have tonight.
Bianca, and Veronica glare, and huff annoyed at the reaction they are getting. As Bianca, fluffs her long blonde hair smugly, before speaking.
Bianca Davis: Again, rude with these threats I mean we were nice enough to give your best friend a present. I mean you know when you have tried to help her? And, again we are always trying to help people don’t take it well, not our fault.
Veronica Taylor: Also threats, please thats low but I understand not wanting to take us on. I mean I wouldn’t if I was you. This time you won’t have two other jealous uggo filled teams to help you.
BIanca smirks, as she says in a bitchy tone.
Biacna Davis: But you know what we will see you later tonight we got things to do, before we deal can’t wait to see how much prettier your partner looks tonight. Should be a refreshing chance sorry bout it.
The Pretty Committee turn on their heels, and saunter away in a smug fashion.
Dixon snarls as she watches Veronica and Bianca leave.
Tracy: No good b-word witches.
She then rushes over to the bathroom pounding at the door.
Tracy: Wends! You in there? Look, DO NOT try that shit, these bitches are up to something. I’m telling you, I really don’t think you should trust them or anything they give.
Silence for a moment, then a shout back.
House: You’s bein’ silly! You’s jus’ jelly coz House gonna look all pwettyfied!
Tracy: Wends, I...
House: AN’ NO FORGET YOU’S OWE ME CAKE!
Tracy lets out a sigh, shaking her head as we head back to ringside.
As the wrestlers come out, we see Wendy House has gone crazy with the makeover kit given to her earlier by the Pretty Committee. Foundation, blusher, lipstick, the whole nine yards, all applied in the sort of haphazard fashion one would expect from House, meaning she kinda looks like a cross between a Jersey Shore bimbo and a clown.
The official calls for the bell, with Dixon & Taylor starting off. Taylor points at House, commenting how she looks so much better now, and calls Dixon a whale. Dixon responds by wailing on Taylor, throwing a few strikes, firing her off the ropes before shoulder tackling her down. She stomps a few times, and goes to pick her up but gets a sneaky thumb to the eye for her trouble. Veronica stamps on Dixon’s foot, before grabbing her into a body slam, which she executes veeerrryyy slowly, her face faux-exasperating as if Dixon weighs 300 lbs before slamming her to the mat. She laughs, tagging in Davis, and as House tries to run in to help, the official forces House back into her corner, giving the PC the opportunity to offer Dixon a Beauty Improvement Pass, smashing her face into their knees.
Taylor & Davis work to keep Dixon in their corner, sawing the ring in half and keeping on top of her with quick tags, taking advantage of any chance for a cheap double team as House keeps trying to “help” by running in, only to have the referee get tied up keeping her back which allows the PC to increase the punishment on Dixon. On the third or fourth of these occasions though, House has a “Eureka” moment, hopping down from the apron and running around the ring, and as Davis is about to tag in Taylor, House yanks Veronica down from the apron and boots her in the face. Davis’ tag hits nothing but air, and she tries to reach over the ropes and yank House’s hair, which gives a pissed off Dixon an opening to get up! Tracy grabs Bianca in a waistlock, before sending her flying across the ring with a big girl German suplex! Dixon smacks the mat, and as Davis is staggering to her feet, knocked loopy, Dixon hits two more big Germans, the last of which sends Davis rolling out to the floor, crashing on a heap outside the ring. This allows House to run back to her corner, stomping the prone Davis for good measure as she goes by, and she grabs the tag rope as Dixon tags her in for the first time!
House comes in, running and kicking Taylor off the apron (she’d just gotten back up) before going to the outside to deal with Davis. However, Davis is nowhere to be seen. House looks confused, before suddenly a pair of arms appear from under the ring apron, yanking House down by the ankles and clonking her head off the barricade!
Davis rolls out from under the apron, picking up House, and chucking her in the ring. She goes to tag in Veronica (who is back on the apron again) and the Queen B gets to work paintbrushing House with slaps to the face. This just annoys House who suddenly leaps up and hits a big jumping clothesline to wipe out Taylor. At this point House suddenly starts rubbing her face, before she tries to apply the Snap Dolly’s Neck finisher submission, getting thrown off quickly. House and Davis go back and forth, but as the match wears on, House is grabbing and scratching and rubbing at her face all the more regularly. Dixon shouts to her, asking if she’s alright. House nods, turning and headbutting Taylor... and then it happens. House lets out a bloodcurdling scream of pain and drops to the mat clutching her face. Dixon tries to come in to check on her friend, not knowing what’s happening, but the official orders her to stay in her corner. Taylor quickly grabs House’s head, wrenching her knuckles into her face with a crossface submission hold, which causes an even more ungodly scream and House starts tapping out, screaming in pain. As the bell rings Dixon almost barges the official clean out of the way as Davis & Taylor scoot out of the ring quickly, celebrating and pointing and laughing at their opponents. Dixon is trying to get House to respond to her, who is still prone on the mat clutching at her face and yelling and crying. As Dixon manages to get House to move her hands, the camera gets a shot at House’s face; which is covered in rashes and blisters and sores. Dixon yells out in anger, storming to her feet and facing the Pretty Committee, who blow kisses at her from the entrance way before scurrying laughing through the curtain. Dixon growls in anger before trying to help her friend to the back.
WINNERS: THE PRETTY COMMITTEE!!!
Spazz: SERIOUSLY... I'm asking this way too much tonight but.... WHAT THE FUCK?!
Koss: Apparently there was some kind of chemical in that makeup!
Spazz: Trojan horse bullshit! You can't trust snakes! They got Venom for days!
Koss: This is whole night is becoming one tragedy after the next!
Dean Rose is casually strolling about the back obviously a bit annoyed and even pissed that he wasn't booked on this event.
Dean: Fucking cunts can't book a show for shit! I deserve to be wrestling! I'm better than half of these bloody losers and they know it! Maybe that's why they won't book me! I'm too fucking good!
The lights go out and suddenly he shouts out. There's a serious struggle that sounds far less one-sided than prior attacks this evening.
Dean: FUCK OFF!!! TOSSER!!! GGGAAAAHHHHHHKTTTHHHHAAAAHHHH!!!
Gargled chokes are hard followed by an incredible, brutal impact with what sounds like the floor. The lights come back on and there is Dean Rose on the floor with his eyes rolled back, blood pouring out of his mouth and pooling around his head. He twitches and spasms as he fights for breath and life!
Koss: Dean Rose has been added to the victim's list and everyone that has gone to the hospital now has been reported with serious, career threatening injuries.
Spazz: Where in the fuck is our security at? Shouldn't they be like watching people's backs n' shit?
Koss: They've been watching assigned spots but all of these attacks are happening outside of their coverage areas! We only have so much budget Mikey!
A camera slowly comes into the locker room with Kendrick sitting on a chair, his barbed wire bat next to him.
KENDRICK KROSS: I said i would do it and I did. I won my PPV match and my baby this barbed wirebat helped me.
Kendrick looks over at the bat and grabs it looking at it with a smirk before leaning it against the wall.
KENDRICK KROSS: Everyone doubted me but guess what bitches what I said was true just like what’s going to happen this week.
A smile comes across Kendricks face as he crosses his legs.
KENDRICK KROSS: Beasley this match? This isn’t going to just be another match. This match is important. I’m sure you’re wondering why I say that. Well because winning this will make sure I start the winning streak that I know I am capable of. The wins that Kendrick Kross needs? Deserves? It all started when I dominated at the PPV. Now it continues with tou.
The same smirk stays across his face as he takes a deep breath.
KENDRICK KROSS: I’ve got my eyes set on bigger things than just making sure I beat you as well. This isn’t going to be a match that I win and just hey a win. No, this is about to be a win that jumpstarts my career here in SRW. Sorry that you have to be the one that gets your ass kicked…..wait….nah. I don’t give a damn what happens to you. What happens at all. This is about to be the end of you and the beginning of what Kendrick Kross is. See you out there
A wink is given before Kendrick gets up and walks away.
The official calls for the bell, with Dixon & Taylor starting off. Taylor points at House, commenting how she looks so much better now, and calls Dixon a whale. Dixon responds by wailing on Taylor, throwing a few strikes, firing her off the ropes before shoulder tackling her down. She stomps a few times, and goes to pick her up but gets a sneaky thumb to the eye for her trouble. Veronica stamps on Dixon’s foot, before grabbing her into a body slam, which she executes veeerrryyy slowly, her face faux-exasperating as if Dixon weighs 300 lbs before slamming her to the mat. She laughs, tagging in Davis, and as House tries to run in to help, the official forces House back into her corner, giving the PC the opportunity to offer Dixon a Beauty Improvement Pass, smashing her face into their knees.
Taylor & Davis work to keep Dixon in their corner, sawing the ring in half and keeping on top of her with quick tags, taking advantage of any chance for a cheap double team as House keeps trying to “help” by running in, only to have the referee get tied up keeping her back which allows the PC to increase the punishment on Dixon. On the third or fourth of these occasions though, House has a “Eureka” moment, hopping down from the apron and running around the ring, and as Davis is about to tag in Taylor, House yanks Veronica down from the apron and boots her in the face. Davis’ tag hits nothing but air, and she tries to reach over the ropes and yank House’s hair, which gives a pissed off Dixon an opening to get up! Tracy grabs Bianca in a waistlock, before sending her flying across the ring with a big girl German suplex! Dixon smacks the mat, and as Davis is staggering to her feet, knocked loopy, Dixon hits two more big Germans, the last of which sends Davis rolling out to the floor, crashing on a heap outside the ring. This allows House to run back to her corner, stomping the prone Davis for good measure as she goes by, and she grabs the tag rope as Dixon tags her in for the first time!
House comes in, running and kicking Taylor off the apron (she’d just gotten back up) before going to the outside to deal with Davis. However, Davis is nowhere to be seen. House looks confused, before suddenly a pair of arms appear from under the ring apron, yanking House down by the ankles and clonking her head off the barricade!
Davis rolls out from under the apron, picking up House, and chucking her in the ring. She goes to tag in Veronica (who is back on the apron again) and the Queen B gets to work paintbrushing House with slaps to the face. This just annoys House who suddenly leaps up and hits a big jumping clothesline to wipe out Taylor. At this point House suddenly starts rubbing her face, before she tries to apply the Snap Dolly’s Neck finisher submission, getting thrown off quickly. House and Davis go back and forth, but as the match wears on, House is grabbing and scratching and rubbing at her face all the more regularly. Dixon shouts to her, asking if she’s alright. House nods, turning and headbutting Taylor... and then it happens. House lets out a bloodcurdling scream of pain and drops to the mat clutching her face. Dixon tries to come in to check on her friend, not knowing what’s happening, but the official orders her to stay in her corner. Taylor quickly grabs House’s head, wrenching her knuckles into her face with a crossface submission hold, which causes an even more ungodly scream and House starts tapping out, screaming in pain. As the bell rings Dixon almost barges the official clean out of the way as Davis & Taylor scoot out of the ring quickly, celebrating and pointing and laughing at their opponents. Dixon is trying to get House to respond to her, who is still prone on the mat clutching at her face and yelling and crying. As Dixon manages to get House to move her hands, the camera gets a shot at House’s face; which is covered in rashes and blisters and sores. Dixon yells out in anger, storming to her feet and facing the Pretty Committee, who blow kisses at her from the entrance way before scurrying laughing through the curtain. Dixon growls in anger before trying to help her friend to the back.
WINNERS: THE PRETTY COMMITTEE!!!
Spazz: SERIOUSLY... I'm asking this way too much tonight but.... WHAT THE FUCK?!
Koss: Apparently there was some kind of chemical in that makeup!
Spazz: Trojan horse bullshit! You can't trust snakes! They got Venom for days!
Koss: This is whole night is becoming one tragedy after the next!
INTERLUDE
Dean Rose is casually strolling about the back obviously a bit annoyed and even pissed that he wasn't booked on this event.
Dean: Fucking cunts can't book a show for shit! I deserve to be wrestling! I'm better than half of these bloody losers and they know it! Maybe that's why they won't book me! I'm too fucking good!
The lights go out and suddenly he shouts out. There's a serious struggle that sounds far less one-sided than prior attacks this evening.
Dean: FUCK OFF!!! TOSSER!!! GGGAAAAHHHHHHKTTTHHHHAAAAHHHH!!!
Gargled chokes are hard followed by an incredible, brutal impact with what sounds like the floor. The lights come back on and there is Dean Rose on the floor with his eyes rolled back, blood pouring out of his mouth and pooling around his head. He twitches and spasms as he fights for breath and life!
Koss: Dean Rose has been added to the victim's list and everyone that has gone to the hospital now has been reported with serious, career threatening injuries.
Spazz: Where in the fuck is our security at? Shouldn't they be like watching people's backs n' shit?
Koss: They've been watching assigned spots but all of these attacks are happening outside of their coverage areas! We only have so much budget Mikey!
SEGMENT
A camera slowly comes into the locker room with Kendrick sitting on a chair, his barbed wire bat next to him.
KENDRICK KROSS: I said i would do it and I did. I won my PPV match and my baby this barbed wirebat helped me.
Kendrick looks over at the bat and grabs it looking at it with a smirk before leaning it against the wall.
KENDRICK KROSS: Everyone doubted me but guess what bitches what I said was true just like what’s going to happen this week.
A smile comes across Kendricks face as he crosses his legs.
KENDRICK KROSS: Beasley this match? This isn’t going to just be another match. This match is important. I’m sure you’re wondering why I say that. Well because winning this will make sure I start the winning streak that I know I am capable of. The wins that Kendrick Kross needs? Deserves? It all started when I dominated at the PPV. Now it continues with tou.
The same smirk stays across his face as he takes a deep breath.
KENDRICK KROSS: I’ve got my eyes set on bigger things than just making sure I beat you as well. This isn’t going to be a match that I win and just hey a win. No, this is about to be a win that jumpstarts my career here in SRW. Sorry that you have to be the one that gets your ass kicked…..wait….nah. I don’t give a damn what happens to you. What happens at all. This is about to be the end of you and the beginning of what Kendrick Kross is. See you out there
A wink is given before Kendrick gets up and walks away.
-VALERIE BEASLEY-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
Kendrick's composure is a bit different than usual coming into this match. The two former MMA competitors seem to slip more into their old habits as they approached one another. Kross naturally talks trash to Val and baits her to take the first swing, he takes her down with an armbar but she rolls and flips out of it! The two are on their feet and firing off strikes back and forth. The two match one another, blocking and striking back move for move but neither gaining a real advantage until the much larger Kendrick goes for her legs, hoists her up and violently slammers her to the canvas with a double leg takedown! There he grounds and pounds her on the mat, forcing her to turtle up. He then takes her right leg and puts her into a grapevine ANKLELOCK!!! She cries out in pain, fighting to roll into the ropes. The hold goes on for several seconds with Double K shouting, "TAP!!!! TTTTAAAPPP!!" She manages to roll over and put a hand on the ropes, which forces the referee to break the hold. He gets up and gives her calf a hard stomp before being shoved back and admonished by the referee. She gets up, clearly limping but refusing to stop fighting.
Double K moves in and gets caught off guard with THE BEASLEY SHUFFLE! He's staggered but doesn't go down from the roundhouse, so Val follows up with GO TO SLEEP, dropping him to his knee and leaving him visibly shook! Valerie drives hard left knees into Kendrick's head while he's down, followed by a sick mid roundhouse kick that drops him on his back. She falls across him and it's ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Val's clearly frustrated and gathers Double K up and THE FIST but KENDRICK BLOCKS AND DEATH DROP!!!! Valerie hits the canvas, clearly stunned and Double K follows up with THE TRAMP STAMP and a pin!!! ONE!!! TWO!!!! TTTTTHHHRRREEEE!!!
WINNER: KENDRICK KROSS!!!
Spazz: TRAMP STAMP FOR THE WIN!
Koss: One hell of a match by Double K tonight! Valerie Beasley was a little off, clearly because Kendrick targeted her weakened right-side during the match.
Spazz: He owned that ass!
Koss: The Fist will not be happy about that loss when it all comes back to her backstage!
SEGMENT
Backstage, the members of the SMC Riot Group, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and Jackie “Bandit” Layton sitting together in a hallway, each dressed in matching ensembles of black tactical boots, black tactical pants, black band t-shirts, Metallica “...And Justice For All” for Bullet and Suicidal Tendencies “Suicidal For Life” for Bandit, black fingerless gloves, and their Shieldmaidens kuttes.
Bullet: We have been here before…
Bandit: Three times…
Bullet: Only team that can say that…
Bandit: Only one other team has repeated as champion…
The two look down at the floor.
Bullet: Strange things happening here tonight…
Bandit: Bodies being found…
Bullet: Other goings on…
Bandit: Are we sure we’re not home in New Orleans with all this?
Bullet and Bandit look to each other and then shrug.
Bullet: So now we walk into that ring tonight with the chance to become the four-time Southern Cross Tag Team Champions!
Bandit: It would be my eighth tag team championship reign…
Bullet nods and the two stand up off their chairs.
Bullet: Hell coming all around us and we can stay focused…
Bandit: Can you?
Bullet: The Skillz Vendorz have come in here and gone through several teams quickly. They became champions the way we were supposed to have the chance to once upon a time.
Bandit: Good on them for it too!
Bullet: Now we get the chance to see what you’re really made of!
Bandit grins.
Bandit: Test your might!
-SKILLZ VENDORZ (C)-VS-RIOT GROUP-
The bell sounds and Bullet steps out to lock-up with katrina. They jockey for position and then Bullet starts to throw punches.She quickly takes over and starts to pummel Katrina. Sammi tags herself in and comes flying in with a springboard forearm and then executes a standing moonsault for a cover.
Bullet kicks out.
Sammi tags in Katrina and they try to out maneuver Bullet only for her to punch her way loose and tag in Bandit. As Bandit and Sammi start running circles around everyone else, they get going and dropkick each other’s partners before slamming into each other at full speed, each going for a flying forearm smash, each landing on the other. Bandit and Sammi fall to the mat, Sammi’s arm landing on top of Bandit.
Bandit gets a shoulder up.
Both speedsters stagger up and start running again, each having their partner make a blind tag. This time as they come together, Bandit ducks and Sammi inadvertently takes out the referee. Bullet and Bandit look to keep fighting but Katrina insists they stop and wait for the hapless official. Bullet and Bandit push the Skillz Vendorz who push back. A fight breaks out and the poor referee gets hit again as the ladies jockey about with the fight. Eventually Bullet falls from the ring as she tries to dodge a maneuver. The referee gets back up and sees Bandit try to cradle Katrina.
Katrina kicks out and then starts to argue with the referee because Bandit was not the legal participant in the ring. Sammi comes running through and looks for a spinning heel kick. Bandit ducks and Sammi kills the referee again. Bullet gets back in the ring and the fight breaks out all over again. Eventually, Bullet and Katrina fall to the floor and keep fighting down there.The referee staggers up and has to dodge the flying Sammi and Bandit. Sammi goes for a big move, Bandit ducks. Sammi rolls Bandit up from behind.
Bandit kicks out.
Bandit starts to pop up and gets pulled into a backslide.
Bandit kicks out.
Sammi goes for an O’Connor roll.
Bandit kicks out.
The two get up and snap off matching superkicks that knock both women out. Sammi lands on top of Bandit.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
WINNERS AND STILL TAG CHAMPIONS: THE SKILLZ VENDORZ!!!
Joe: Neither team is gonna be happy with this, Bullet and Katrina were the legal participants but the referee is so out of it he doesn’t look like he even knows.
Spaz: he looks like he’s been smoking so much he just don’t know…
Bullet and Katrina get up, see what’s happened and start arguing with each other as the referee staggers away holding his head. Security comes in and breaks them up before another fight starts. Bullet manages to get loose and nails Sammi with several hard right hands, busting her open in one of the shots and knocking her to the floor before being pulled back by security!
We are backstage at the world renown Rebel Star Arena in beautiful Rome,Georgia with the Ultimate Conquest Champion Luther Thunder dressed to compete, with the before mentioned championship over his shoulder, seemingly inside his locker room with his wife, manager and valet Esme Thunder.
Luther: No, what does he think this is some sort of model UN, what is this a throwback to high school and social economic history course? That motherless fuck did all he could at Hail The Apocalypse to cost me the championship, I got to the end of my rope when it came to him which is why decked him, I decked him good because just like tha overgrown ogre he calls his father, neither of them respect the sanctity that is the striped shirt and position of an official. He’s gone out of his way and beyond to fuck me over every chance he gets and now he wants peace? No!
Esme: Sweetheart it’s clear that you two have history together no one is denying that..
Luther: We do have history, like Israel and Palestine! Since he got to this company he has gone from one plan to another to ruin my career. Who says this act of diplomacy isn’t just another excuse to dick me over? Why am I even wasting my time with this? I got a championship match against Kate Steele tonight, I’m telling you. CCM is just trying to get into my head again, that's what this is.
Esme pats him on the shoulder.
Esme: Then we’ll deal with that come Fury Road. Tonight, you need to be focused. Kate Steele may be a dorky wannabe Joan Jett, but she’s experienced and will take any advantage she can get. But I know I don’t need to worry. The boss has sent half the roster your way, trying to take that championship, and none of them have succeeded.
Luther: ..except CCM, that gutless coward son of a--
She puts a finger across his lips.
Esme: Shhh.
She grins, turning to the camera.
Esme: You see Kate, my husband is not one for losing. It drives him crazy. The reason he has been in this business as long as he has, and has so few defeats on his resume, is because that hatred of losing is his motivation. It’s what drives him to work harder and longer in the gym than anybody else. It’s what powers him inside that ring, and it is the catalyst for his historic reigns as YOUR Ultimate Conquest Champion. You see his reaction to CCM’s little peace treaty? He wants to avoid it, steer clear of it, because he hates the limey prick. Uh... no offense of course, Ms. Steele. But if you think his hatred for CCM is vicious, it is nothing compared to his hatred of losing. Be it a championship match, or a game of Pictionary, Luther Thunder does not lose. He will not lose. It is simply unacceptable to him.
He glares at her, we see his fist clench for a moment before he looks back at the camera.
Luther: Kate, you’ve made it clear that you are motivated, you are determined. You were talking about claiming a championship you were never beaten for, well this championship over my shoulder is not that. This is what I forged when I beat the ever loving snot out of Watts, I made this championship Kate. Whatever relic of the past you are changed is non-existant and non-relevant as it is with your pipe dream of being a rockstar or the weight of who trained you. You think you can impress me with that? Yearning to namedrop whatever hasbeen you insist should matter to this day. My dad trained me Kate if you can call it training, you don’t see me namedropping or hinting at that, know why? Because I surpassed him years ago my trainer at their prime could not lace up my boots, in my prime or even at my current condition. What I have gained in years in the ring has also brought me more patience, more strategy and when you combine a frame of my size with the amount of raw power with my muscles along with the brainpower I possess..Kate, sweetheart. Last thing you want to do is try to big league me and tick me off. You talk about respect about being humble about admitting if you lose that I was the better person of the night. Darling lass, even if you managed to sneak out with a win tonight I can guarantee to you I am the better person out of the pair of us, tonight and every damn night else. You might think what my darling wife says about me and losing is an exaggeration...
He smiles at the camera wickedly as Esme pipes in.
Esme: If you manage to get a win, I’d suggest you take your narrow ass out of that ring, out of that arena..and this whole damn state as fast as you can.
She rubs Luther’s neck who rubs his palms together.
Luther: Kate, tonight could have been just a regular match, we could have seen just which of us is the better competitor, toe to toe, head to head... well maybe head to chest but you know what I mean. Yet you chose to fall for the charms of CCM, that limey prick damn near wrapped you both in the union jack trying to make me some sort of a common threat. Aligning yourself with him. Anything that happens to you tonight will not be a mistake or an accident, you aren’t just lumped in by mistake oh no lass. You are going to be seen as an extension of your little pal CCM in this match, offering a great vessel for me to send him a personal message with. So as far as what you “bring to the table” for this match? It’ll be something you and your countrymen and women seem to enjoy..is a lamb, a sacrificial one and all I need is just the right kind of sauce, dressing if you will maybe the Ultimate Conquest Championship will do just fine, because sweetheart the closest you are getting to that championship as long as I’m in possession of it.
He glances at the title and smirks.
Luther: is if I lay it across your prone motionless body before replacing it with my boot and holding it up high as testament of yet another win, another great match for the record books, oh and of course..another one of your pathetic pipedreams coming to an end.
Luther storms off, Esme looks after him and sighs, before turning back to the camera.
Esme: CCM. I will try to talk to my husband, get him to sit down with you. Whatever he thinks right now... I think an end to this madness is beneficial to all parties. I’ll see what I can do.
She walks off after Luther, and we head back to ringside.
Luther begins the match by booting Kate Steele in the back of the head while she's busy jacking jaws with the fans over the ropes! They boo as he then proceeds to rag doll her around the ring, slinging her violently about. She fights back, catching him with a hard elbow right in the eye. This prompts him to catch her by the throat and violently chokeslam her to the canvas! He then initiates GARVIN STOMPS on her, before kneeling on her gut and engaging in a little JOINT MANIPULATION of her right arm and hand, cracking and contorting her joints painfully! "YOU CAN TALK SHIT ON TWITTER, BUT YOU AIN'T TALKIN' SHIT HERE ARE YOU KATE?!" He roars at her before grabbing her head in his hand and slinging her into a corner! He then foot chokes her in the corner, "NO FANCY PROMO?! NOTHING AT ALL? HUH?! NO FUCKING RESPECT!!!"
A four count has him releasing Kate, who falls to a seat. He then rushes in and rams his knee into her head. From there, he pulls Kate from the corner, "YOU HITCHED YOURSELF TO THE WRONG WAGON, BITCH!" He then hits THE SWORD OF DAMOCLESE dead center in the ring and covers Kate for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER AND STILL CONQUEST CHAMPION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Luther spits on her and exits the ring with little in the way of fanfare.
Spazz: Fuuuuuuck Kate Steele didn't even stand a chance!
Koss: Complete and utter domination by the champ! He CONQUERED Kate Steele!
Spazz: That's why he's the Ultimate Conquest Champion yo!
Koss: That's all the time we have for tonight's event. Thank you for watching!
We cut to the Rebel's office where she is visibly irate with everything that's gone on this night. She's pacing back and forth on a phone conference clearly.
Rebel: What the fuck is going on? People on my roster are dropping like fucking flies up in here! Did you see the match with the Covenant? That was fucking wrong and how fucked up was it that Wendy House got chemical burns on her face? I promised shit like this wouldn't go down on my watch but I can't stop these fuckers!!!
Voice: I don't know what to tell you, Mel. Where's your security?
Rebel: That's the thing! They kept hitting in our blind spots. Man, I've got multiple people in the EMT office and I don't know why or who is doing it. I'm feeling like a fucking failure, Vinnie...
She suddenly turns and stops, her eyes wide. The camera pans around her to reveal written across the back wall of her office, "GIVE ME URSULA VON ROSSBACH!"
Rebel: What the fuck....
Voice: Mel? What's going on? Mel.... Mel!
She's frozen in place by a hand around her throat, her eyes wide as every ounce of breath is stolen from her lungs. She finds herself unable to breath or even speak as Lord Iscariot leans forward, bringing his painted lips next to her ear. He reaches over and picks her phone up, easily snapping it in half in his other gloved hand.
Samael: I will make this very simple, Mrs. Rhodes. You will give me what I want or I will continue to destroy your roster going from your weakest to the strongest one's left.
Mel forces herself to speak despite him through grit teeth.
Rebel: If... yer... gonna' do somethin'.... do it...fucker... I don't negotiate...with...cowards....
Samael: Test my patience if you dare....
He rears her back and slams her head straight into the desk. The Rebel hits the floor, clutching at her forehead. The impact visibly cracked from the impact, blood running down her face. She stares up with glazed eyes, unable to focus from the brutal impact. Samael just smiles down at her.
Samael: ....There is no legal power in your world that can stop me. You have three more of your Savage Live events to decide, but if you value your company, you will give me what I desire, the Lady Terminator and her gold on the line.
Her eyes flutter as her consciousness begins to fade. She closes them for only a second, only to open and find him gone.
Rebel: Uuuuhhhhnnnffffffuuuuck....
Melinda Rhodes passes out on the floor of her office with a small pool of blood forming beside her head.
-OLIVIA BLUE-VS-LILY WILLIAMS-
RC
-AZURINE VEBBINS-VS-RISA JACKSON-
RC
-BECCA MAGUIRE-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-
Kay
-SOCIALITES-VS-TWIN SNAKES-
Alex
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-KILLER CARTER (C)-VS-HALO-
RC
-WILDSIDE-VS-COVENANT-
NO CONTEST
RC
CODA OPEN CHALLENGE
-CODA-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
RC
-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-THE PRETTY COMMITTEE-
House
-VALERIE BEASLEY-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-KATE STEELE-
RC
Bullet kicks out.
Sammi tags in Katrina and they try to out maneuver Bullet only for her to punch her way loose and tag in Bandit. As Bandit and Sammi start running circles around everyone else, they get going and dropkick each other’s partners before slamming into each other at full speed, each going for a flying forearm smash, each landing on the other. Bandit and Sammi fall to the mat, Sammi’s arm landing on top of Bandit.
Bandit gets a shoulder up.
Both speedsters stagger up and start running again, each having their partner make a blind tag. This time as they come together, Bandit ducks and Sammi inadvertently takes out the referee. Bullet and Bandit look to keep fighting but Katrina insists they stop and wait for the hapless official. Bullet and Bandit push the Skillz Vendorz who push back. A fight breaks out and the poor referee gets hit again as the ladies jockey about with the fight. Eventually Bullet falls from the ring as she tries to dodge a maneuver. The referee gets back up and sees Bandit try to cradle Katrina.
Katrina kicks out and then starts to argue with the referee because Bandit was not the legal participant in the ring. Sammi comes running through and looks for a spinning heel kick. Bandit ducks and Sammi kills the referee again. Bullet gets back in the ring and the fight breaks out all over again. Eventually, Bullet and Katrina fall to the floor and keep fighting down there.The referee staggers up and has to dodge the flying Sammi and Bandit. Sammi goes for a big move, Bandit ducks. Sammi rolls Bandit up from behind.
Bandit kicks out.
Bandit starts to pop up and gets pulled into a backslide.
Bandit kicks out.
Sammi goes for an O’Connor roll.
Bandit kicks out.
The two get up and snap off matching superkicks that knock both women out. Sammi lands on top of Bandit.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
WINNERS AND STILL TAG CHAMPIONS: THE SKILLZ VENDORZ!!!
Joe: Neither team is gonna be happy with this, Bullet and Katrina were the legal participants but the referee is so out of it he doesn’t look like he even knows.
Spaz: he looks like he’s been smoking so much he just don’t know…
Bullet and Katrina get up, see what’s happened and start arguing with each other as the referee staggers away holding his head. Security comes in and breaks them up before another fight starts. Bullet manages to get loose and nails Sammi with several hard right hands, busting her open in one of the shots and knocking her to the floor before being pulled back by security!
SEGMENT
Luther: No, what does he think this is some sort of model UN, what is this a throwback to high school and social economic history course? That motherless fuck did all he could at Hail The Apocalypse to cost me the championship, I got to the end of my rope when it came to him which is why decked him, I decked him good because just like tha overgrown ogre he calls his father, neither of them respect the sanctity that is the striped shirt and position of an official. He’s gone out of his way and beyond to fuck me over every chance he gets and now he wants peace? No!
Esme: Sweetheart it’s clear that you two have history together no one is denying that..
Luther: We do have history, like Israel and Palestine! Since he got to this company he has gone from one plan to another to ruin my career. Who says this act of diplomacy isn’t just another excuse to dick me over? Why am I even wasting my time with this? I got a championship match against Kate Steele tonight, I’m telling you. CCM is just trying to get into my head again, that's what this is.
Esme pats him on the shoulder.
Esme: Then we’ll deal with that come Fury Road. Tonight, you need to be focused. Kate Steele may be a dorky wannabe Joan Jett, but she’s experienced and will take any advantage she can get. But I know I don’t need to worry. The boss has sent half the roster your way, trying to take that championship, and none of them have succeeded.
Luther: ..except CCM, that gutless coward son of a--
She puts a finger across his lips.
Esme: Shhh.
She grins, turning to the camera.
Esme: You see Kate, my husband is not one for losing. It drives him crazy. The reason he has been in this business as long as he has, and has so few defeats on his resume, is because that hatred of losing is his motivation. It’s what drives him to work harder and longer in the gym than anybody else. It’s what powers him inside that ring, and it is the catalyst for his historic reigns as YOUR Ultimate Conquest Champion. You see his reaction to CCM’s little peace treaty? He wants to avoid it, steer clear of it, because he hates the limey prick. Uh... no offense of course, Ms. Steele. But if you think his hatred for CCM is vicious, it is nothing compared to his hatred of losing. Be it a championship match, or a game of Pictionary, Luther Thunder does not lose. He will not lose. It is simply unacceptable to him.
He glares at her, we see his fist clench for a moment before he looks back at the camera.
Luther: Kate, you’ve made it clear that you are motivated, you are determined. You were talking about claiming a championship you were never beaten for, well this championship over my shoulder is not that. This is what I forged when I beat the ever loving snot out of Watts, I made this championship Kate. Whatever relic of the past you are changed is non-existant and non-relevant as it is with your pipe dream of being a rockstar or the weight of who trained you. You think you can impress me with that? Yearning to namedrop whatever hasbeen you insist should matter to this day. My dad trained me Kate if you can call it training, you don’t see me namedropping or hinting at that, know why? Because I surpassed him years ago my trainer at their prime could not lace up my boots, in my prime or even at my current condition. What I have gained in years in the ring has also brought me more patience, more strategy and when you combine a frame of my size with the amount of raw power with my muscles along with the brainpower I possess..Kate, sweetheart. Last thing you want to do is try to big league me and tick me off. You talk about respect about being humble about admitting if you lose that I was the better person of the night. Darling lass, even if you managed to sneak out with a win tonight I can guarantee to you I am the better person out of the pair of us, tonight and every damn night else. You might think what my darling wife says about me and losing is an exaggeration...
He smiles at the camera wickedly as Esme pipes in.
Esme: If you manage to get a win, I’d suggest you take your narrow ass out of that ring, out of that arena..and this whole damn state as fast as you can.
She rubs Luther’s neck who rubs his palms together.
Luther: Kate, tonight could have been just a regular match, we could have seen just which of us is the better competitor, toe to toe, head to head... well maybe head to chest but you know what I mean. Yet you chose to fall for the charms of CCM, that limey prick damn near wrapped you both in the union jack trying to make me some sort of a common threat. Aligning yourself with him. Anything that happens to you tonight will not be a mistake or an accident, you aren’t just lumped in by mistake oh no lass. You are going to be seen as an extension of your little pal CCM in this match, offering a great vessel for me to send him a personal message with. So as far as what you “bring to the table” for this match? It’ll be something you and your countrymen and women seem to enjoy..is a lamb, a sacrificial one and all I need is just the right kind of sauce, dressing if you will maybe the Ultimate Conquest Championship will do just fine, because sweetheart the closest you are getting to that championship as long as I’m in possession of it.
He glances at the title and smirks.
Luther: is if I lay it across your prone motionless body before replacing it with my boot and holding it up high as testament of yet another win, another great match for the record books, oh and of course..another one of your pathetic pipedreams coming to an end.
Luther storms off, Esme looks after him and sighs, before turning back to the camera.
Esme: CCM. I will try to talk to my husband, get him to sit down with you. Whatever he thinks right now... I think an end to this madness is beneficial to all parties. I’ll see what I can do.
She walks off after Luther, and we head back to ringside.
MAIN EVENT
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-KATE STEELE-
Luther begins the match by booting Kate Steele in the back of the head while she's busy jacking jaws with the fans over the ropes! They boo as he then proceeds to rag doll her around the ring, slinging her violently about. She fights back, catching him with a hard elbow right in the eye. This prompts him to catch her by the throat and violently chokeslam her to the canvas! He then initiates GARVIN STOMPS on her, before kneeling on her gut and engaging in a little JOINT MANIPULATION of her right arm and hand, cracking and contorting her joints painfully! "YOU CAN TALK SHIT ON TWITTER, BUT YOU AIN'T TALKIN' SHIT HERE ARE YOU KATE?!" He roars at her before grabbing her head in his hand and slinging her into a corner! He then foot chokes her in the corner, "NO FANCY PROMO?! NOTHING AT ALL? HUH?! NO FUCKING RESPECT!!!"
A four count has him releasing Kate, who falls to a seat. He then rushes in and rams his knee into her head. From there, he pulls Kate from the corner, "YOU HITCHED YOURSELF TO THE WRONG WAGON, BITCH!" He then hits THE SWORD OF DAMOCLESE dead center in the ring and covers Kate for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER AND STILL CONQUEST CHAMPION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Luther spits on her and exits the ring with little in the way of fanfare.
Spazz: Fuuuuuuck Kate Steele didn't even stand a chance!
Koss: Complete and utter domination by the champ! He CONQUERED Kate Steele!
Spazz: That's why he's the Ultimate Conquest Champion yo!
Koss: That's all the time we have for tonight's event. Thank you for watching!
INTERLUDE
We cut to the Rebel's office where she is visibly irate with everything that's gone on this night. She's pacing back and forth on a phone conference clearly.
Rebel: What the fuck is going on? People on my roster are dropping like fucking flies up in here! Did you see the match with the Covenant? That was fucking wrong and how fucked up was it that Wendy House got chemical burns on her face? I promised shit like this wouldn't go down on my watch but I can't stop these fuckers!!!
Voice: I don't know what to tell you, Mel. Where's your security?
Rebel: That's the thing! They kept hitting in our blind spots. Man, I've got multiple people in the EMT office and I don't know why or who is doing it. I'm feeling like a fucking failure, Vinnie...
She suddenly turns and stops, her eyes wide. The camera pans around her to reveal written across the back wall of her office, "GIVE ME URSULA VON ROSSBACH!"
Rebel: What the fuck....
Voice: Mel? What's going on? Mel.... Mel!
She's frozen in place by a hand around her throat, her eyes wide as every ounce of breath is stolen from her lungs. She finds herself unable to breath or even speak as Lord Iscariot leans forward, bringing his painted lips next to her ear. He reaches over and picks her phone up, easily snapping it in half in his other gloved hand.
Samael: I will make this very simple, Mrs. Rhodes. You will give me what I want or I will continue to destroy your roster going from your weakest to the strongest one's left.
Mel forces herself to speak despite him through grit teeth.
Rebel: If... yer... gonna' do somethin'.... do it...fucker... I don't negotiate...with...cowards....
Samael: Test my patience if you dare....
He rears her back and slams her head straight into the desk. The Rebel hits the floor, clutching at her forehead. The impact visibly cracked from the impact, blood running down her face. She stares up with glazed eyes, unable to focus from the brutal impact. Samael just smiles down at her.
Samael: ....There is no legal power in your world that can stop me. You have three more of your Savage Live events to decide, but if you value your company, you will give me what I desire, the Lady Terminator and her gold on the line.
Her eyes flutter as her consciousness begins to fade. She closes them for only a second, only to open and find him gone.
Rebel: Uuuuhhhhnnnffffffuuuuck....
Melinda Rhodes passes out on the floor of her office with a small pool of blood forming beside her head.
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CREDITS
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CREDITS
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-OLIVIA BLUE-VS-LILY WILLIAMS-
RC
-AZURINE VEBBINS-VS-RISA JACKSON-
RC
-BECCA MAGUIRE-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-
Kay
-SOCIALITES-VS-TWIN SNAKES-
Alex
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-KILLER CARTER (C)-VS-HALO-
RC
RC
CODA OPEN CHALLENGE
-CODA-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
RC
-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-THE PRETTY COMMITTEE-
House
-VALERIE BEASLEY-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
RC
-SKILLZ VENDORZ (C)-VS-RIOT GROUP-
Alex
-SKILLZ VENDORZ (C)-VS-RIOT GROUP-
Alex
-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-KATE STEELE-
RC