Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jul 16, 2021 19:00:14 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME GA
7/16/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
“Monster” as covered by Caleb Hyles and Johnathan Young plays over the House P/A system, much to the delight to the headbanging crowd! The highlight reel plays with lights and pyro in perfect timing to the music. As usual, there’s more than a couple crazies in the crowd, but it wouldn’t be SRW without them!
We cut immediately to Spazz and Koss at the announce table, doing what they always do, kicking the show off!
Koss: Joe Koss here along with the inconceivably conceived Mike Spazz!
Spazz: IT’S FRIDAY BITCHES!!! Do you know where your car is?
Koss: And this is SRW Savage LIIIIIIVVVVE!!! What a night we have in store for all of you!
Spazz: Hell yeah. Lot’s fo fallout from last week too.
Koss: Indeed. Several wrestlers were injured last week and will not be returning to SRW due to some serious injuries. The Wolfpack, Captain Cosmo, Brittany Williams, and Dean Rose. Melinda Rhodes was attacked but thankfully it was minor in comparison.
Spazz: She still got knocked out in her own office. Not exactly a red banner night yo.
Koss: No it isn’t… but-
Joe finds himself interrupted...
“Unforgiven” By Sevendust plays as Ursula Von Rossbach enters the stage. She is dressed in a dark violet three piece suit with matching tie and an even darker maroon shirt. In her gloved hands is her crown, nested upon her shoulder the Queen of the South Championship. There is little time wasted as Ursula makes her way to ringside, ascending the steps and entering the ring. Her music cuts promptly. Her expression is a contemptuous, angry scowl as she circles the ring.
UVR: Some do not understand the concept of no meaning no and thus they force themselves and their will upon others until they either get what they want or are destroyed for their desires. Tonight I stand in this ring to address the disgusting behavior of The Covenant at the last Savage Live. and the many victims they claimed, heaping blame at my feet. The only thing I am guilty of, is exercising my right as a champion to respectfully and now disrespectfully decline.
Her eyes look deep into the nearest camera.
UVR: SAMAEL, go back to whatever hole you crawled from and do not ever trouble the SRW any longer, for if you press me, I promise that the hell I send you to will seem like heaven by the time I am finished with you.
The lights go out and the tron screen goes static. A graveled, rough voice echoes throughout the arena.
Dark Voice: Once upon a time there was a woman who they called “Great.” A petty hero, weak of will who easily caved to the darkness within in order to get ahead. You are guilty of hypocrisy, Ursula Von Rossbach.
The static gave way to the painted face of Samael Asmodeus Iscariot, the long haired reaper’s grim smile staring back at her.
Samael: You stand in that ring, judging me for my actions when you have done exactly as I, perhaps even worse. Your victims are legion, detailed in a book with pride masked by posterity. Each name is written with a quill pen, inked with a flourish and maintained for all time. Your weakness leaves you with a soul fractured by repression, denying these truths about yourself and pretending the cruelty lives under a different name…. “That couldn’t have been me! Impossible. It was a dark entity to blame for these evil acts! I am pure.”
His face moves in closer, to where all that is seen is his eyes staring back at Ursula who is now lit in dim red lighting from the arena lights above her. She tries to speak into her microphone, but it is dead….
Samael: What you have to say does not matter, what you have chosen is at hand. Either you or The Rebel in name only will give me what I want…. Your gold. I will crush you, Ursula. I will destroy the methos you have so carefully carved and render you impotent and broken just as those poor unfortunate souls who dared cross you over the last decade.
Ursula tosses the microphone down, points her finger at him, and draws her thumb across her throat.
Samael: Cute display, petulant child.
Suddenly more red lights come on to expose several figures in hooded black robes around the ring, surrounding her. She drops the belt and immediately brings her hands up.
Samael: Hahahahahahahaaaa….
The lights go out and the screen cuts out completely, plunging the Arena in darkness. Seconds tick by before suddenly the lights come back on and Ursula is alone in the ring, untouched. She fumes for several seconds before gathering up her championship belt and exiting the ring.
Spazz: What is up with these creepy ass goth reject motherfuckers playing scary evil god wanna’ be’s up in here?
Koss: You can mock the guy all you want, but I want to keep my soul and my spine intact, Spazz-O!
Spazz: Let him come at me! I’ll show him his mortality with a straight kick to his nuts. Lodge them things right up there in his tonsils!
Koss: I’ll let you test that theory if the time comes, but we have a show to carry on with, many exciting matches and our first match is Lily Williams versus Isa Storm!
We go backstage just as fans are amping up for the beginning of the show. Monty Proust stands by with SRW’s newly signed Isa Storm. The woman towers, almost reaching six feet with the physique to match. While Monty wears a big, enthusiastic smile, Isa looks like she’d rather not be stuck at the Gorilla Position with an interviewer.
MONTY PROUST:” Well, hello and good evening SRW fans! Monty Proust here with the newest acquisition, Ms. Isa Storm! Let’s give her a big welcome; we’ll be seeing her in action here very shortly!”
Despite Monty’s enthusiasm, Isa rests her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes off to the side.
MONTY PROUST: “Now then, Miss! I’ve done my research on you as an upcoming talent. I understand you have sisters who wrestle as well. Getting into the family business eh? Eh?”
He winks, clicks his tongue and nudges her with an elbow. Isa shoots him a look that says if he touches her again, they’ll need a body bag. Monty raises a hand in apology but keeps his smile, shooting a look to the camera. Feisty one, ain’t she?
MONTY PROUST: “So then, tell us a little about yourself! What brings you to Southern Rebellion specifically?”
Isa looks up and exhales before looking at Monty. She, very calmly, reaches out and slowly plucks the mic out of his hands, bringing it up to her mouth.
ISA STORM: “You wanna know what brings me here…?”
Monty looks at the camera, then back at her and nods. Isa shoots a glare at the camera, looms in over Monty and says….
ISA STORM: “Watch this.”
With that, she drops the microphone and nudges past the interviewer as the intro to “One Reason” by Straight Line Stitch comes on out in the arena. Isa moves through the Gorilla position, disappearing through the curtain as she walks out onto the stage.
Spazz: What your entrance music?
Koss: No, those screaming fans!
Isa Storm starts the match offering a handshake and as Lily goes for it and Isa pulls her hand back, running her hand through her hair and mouthing “two slow” as she turns away from her opponent. Lily puts her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes. The two then lock up and immediately Isa takes control, pulling Lily into a sideheadlock. Lily tries to fight out of it, only for Isa to buckle down and tighten the hold even more. Seconds tick by as the two struggle until finally Isa takes her down to the mat and continues to crank that headlock even more! Lily starts to push back, straining with effort to lift her heavier opponent. Isa surprises her by rising to a stand with her. Isa releases the head lock, Lily shoving her forward only to get bowled over with a hard Lariat! She then grab’s Lily’s legs, slips them onto her shoulder and deadlifts her up in the air and brutally powerbombs her to the canvas!
Isa flexes her arms with a roar to the crowd, then drops down on her for the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTHHRRE-KICKOUT! She just barely kicks out of the powerbomb.
Isa pulls Lily up only to be surprised by a hard elbow to the face! Lily hits a few knife edge chops only to be shut down by a wicked chop from Isa across the chest! Lily spins away, clutching at her freshly blistered chest with a grimace of pain. She turns around only to be taken down with a ROLLING FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM followed by her running straight into a corner and hitting a diving MOONSAULT! ONE!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Isa pulls Lily up and whips her but Lily takes hold of her wrist, holding her ground but not counter whipping. Isa smiles and just pulls Lily into a SLINGSHOT FLATLINER!!! She makes the cover ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
WINNER: ISA STORM!!!
Spazz: BOOOM!
Koss: Isa Storm with a big win and an impressive finish to her debut match. Lily Williams came up just a little short.
Spazz: Swing and a Miss, Strike One! Try again!
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are taken to the backstage area. It is there where we are brought before an image of Kate Steele. Her eyes flicker as she looks deep into the lens of the camera and she begins to speak.
Kate: Cheers to all of you out there. The last show was filled with so much shit wasn’t it… Damn near most of the roster was taken out and it seemed like some insane shit went down. Now obviously it’s my job to tell you all how I feel about what went down… You really want to know my opinions on the matter?!
Kate shrugs her shoulders as she shakes her head in utter disgust.
Kate: To be honest my mind isn’t on what happened because if anybody tried to put their hands on me I would kick their bloody arses. I love this company and I will defend it to the very end. I know I am nowhere near being one of the tallest women in this company. Hell I only stand at 5’2 and weigh 110 pounds but I definitely am a bad ass little fire cracker. You set me on fire and I pack quite the punch. I will knock you the fuck out and I know I am among the best of the best. I am upper echelon when it comes to talent, and dare I say I’m the best damn submission wrestler in this company.
Kate shakes her head as she continues to vent.
Kate: However personally when it comes to my feelings I am pissed off but for a different reason. It has nothing to do with what happened last show but it’s mainly because of what I didn’t do… It was supposed to be MY NIGHT… Finally after losing my conquest championship in a match where I didn’t get pinned I was finally put into a main event spot where I had a chance to get my title back. I had everything going for me. The spotlight was on me and I could have proved I was better than Luther Thunder. In the end he did beat me but I can’t take that lost that well. I lost for all the wrong reasons…
Kate is fired up as she speaks more.
Kate: I didn’t even come through to give my fans a promo that week and that really cuts me deep. Maybe I was frozen by the pressure and it had been a while since I was in that position but what I don’t appreciate is being patronized by others. Luther can get all happy saying how his woman was overly excited because of how he took out a veteran. FUCK THAT… I am not one to just take a lick and walk away. Hell I remember when I tried to stand up to Ursula… She beat the living shit out of me but the biggest take away is that I lived to tell the tale. You can’t kill me and I will rise again. I felt like I let England down and my country seems to have been doing a lot of that lately with what happened in football… Guess what, this woman doesn’t stay down. When she seems down and out she gets back up and she keeps on fighting. I know I am a champion caliber of talent and I won’t be held down, especially not by a Thunder…
Kate is even more passionate as she speaks more.
Kate: I remember in one company I was in over 5 years ago my final match there was against a Thunder. It happened to be Luther’s sister and it’s something that still haunts me to this very day. It’s the first time that I EVER submitted in a wrestling match and I won’t go down like that. My last shades of greatness won't be losing to a Thunder in a match where I wasn’t pinned and then following up by losing to Thunder in short fashion. That’s not what being a Siren is about. I am a mythological beast and as a Siren it’s my job to sing my song for all to hear. To those that actually listen to my song they will follow it and eventually get lead to their demise. That’s what it’s meant to be SHIPWRECKED… They sink like a ship and they know I am for serious. That is what I am after and it’s time to change the narrative on what people think of me and showcase who exactly the fuck I am. That message starts with what I am doing tonight in the ring.
Kate is even more passionate as she speaks some more.
Kate: We go from being in the main event to being in the undercard… .It’s a bunch of bloody nonsense but if I must I will prove that I belong on top and I will get what I want. That message of proving myself and showcasing that I am as good as I say and it starts with me going through Bruiser Maguire… You heard me right… I didn’t say I was going to win, I didn’t say I was going to beat her BUT I AM GOING TO GO THROUGH A BITCH!!!! She definitely has me beat in the size department. She is definitely bigger than me and a lot stronger but I will break her down with my technical ability. I plan to wear the Bitch down and she isn’t going to know what hit her… The only way this could end is if I put her to sleep with my Triangle Choke or maybe I take an arm with my arm bar. Either way though it’s all about submissions and getting a definitive win to my career. It’s about pushing forward and going on to something better and bigger.
Kate takes a deep breath as she speaks more.
Kate: I know that she is tough though. After all she is a member of the Shield Maidens and from what I seen every company they wrestle at they are instantly a big fucking threat. They steal the scene and are always front and center. It might sound sick but that’s what I like. I love being in the ring with people who could break me in one go… What happened with Luther won’t ever happen again. I refuse to be insulted and I definitely refuse to put up that type of showing to all of the fans that came to see me. By beating Maguire, I am going to make a statement that I should always be heavily featured in whatever match. You might see me as nothing more than a punk rocker but I am much more than that. I am a great wrestler, and the entire world will see why after this show. So bring it Maguire… Give me everything you got but I just have a feeling it won’t be enough. I will leave you SHIPWRECKED… Especially if you give this Siren a chance to sing ....”
With that Kate angrily looks into the camera as she begins to walk away completely fired up for her match tonight.
We cut backstage to find Becca “Bruiser” Maguire making her way to the gorilla position ahead of her match. She has her signature snarl plastered across her face as she catches the camera on her.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Oi?! Ya’ll wanna fuckin’ see what a woman continuin’ on a warpath looks like?! Well then watch what I fuckin’ do to Kate Steele right now!
Maguire then shoves her hand into the camera forcing us to cut elsewhere.
Koss: Strong words by both women. Let’s see who can back it up!
Spazz: I don’t know, felt like one of ‘em kinda’ phoned this shit in.
Koss: Who’s that?
Spazz: I ain’t getting my ass kicked tonight yo!
The match begins with a few insults traded back and forth until Kate unloads a hard right hand, prompting Bruiser to rock her right back! The two trade blows with Bruiser quickly driving Kate back into a corner. There, Bruiser unloads on her torso like a punching bag before grabbing the head, rearing back and hitting a wicked punch that drops Kate to a seat in the corner. Bruiser backs up, arms spread out, only to blast back at her, only for Kate to throw a boot up, hitting her in the mid section. Bruiser stumbles back as Kate pulls herself up onto the second rope and springs off with a dropkick to the chest, rocking her off her feet! Kate backs into the ropes, snaps off and comes back hard at Becca with a FLOAT-OVER NECKBREAKER and a quick pin! 1-2-KICKOUT!!!
Kate gets thrown off but rolls right to her feet. Bruiser gets to her feet and Kate springboards at her with a cross-body block. She’s back on her feet, hitting the ropes as Becca gets back to her feet. Bruiser drops down, Kate running over her, hops up, Kate returns but ducks a lairat, hits the ropes, comes back again and right into a side grapple, but Kate Tilt-a-whirls but Bruiser counters it and brings her down with a wicked sideslam! BOOM and cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRRE-KICKOUT!!! Kate rolls a shoulder up!
Both are on their feet, Bruiser taking Kate by her top and yanking her into a front facelock. Kate escapes the hold, taking the arm and twisting it into a side wristlock, then pulls her onto her shoulder and right into THE PUNK DRIVER! She covers Bruiser for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER: KATE STEELE!!!
Koss: Kate Steele takes home the Double U tonight!!!
Spazz: She came out like she was on straight fire! Bruiser got some good shots in, but that was the Kate Steele of the Punk days up in here.
Koss: We’ll see if she can keep that momentum up!
We head backstage where CCM is standing by, wearing his all new black ring gear he alluded to on social media, no UK related branding, the only decal is the letters CCM in gold print on the back of his trunks (which we see as he does a slow twirl) and the same on the lapel of his entrance jacket. He smiles at the camera.
CCM: You know, the fans of Southern Rebellion Wrestling, don’t tend to like me very much...
Sure enough, we hear boos from inside the arena where the live feed is being transmitted on the screen, and a small “CCM SUCKS” chant starts up. The Brit grins, letting it die down before continuing.
CCM: Right on cue, that’s why I love you guys. But yes, I am not exactly Mr. Popular around these parts. But tonight as I go one on one against CODA, with a shot at the Ultimate Conquest Championship on the line, I would like to clear up a few misconceptions about me, for the benefit of my esteemed opponent. She said she hoped there would be no disrespect from me to her, and I shall tell you all what I told her. For me, disrespect is earned. I actually have a lot of time for CODA, she is a fantastically tough and resilient competitor, to whom I bear no ill will of any kind. People may have seen my back and forth dialogue with our erstwhile Ultimate Conquest Champion, and perhaps some may see me as the villain of the piece. Always getting in his business, screwing with his matches, cheating him out of wins. And yes... I have done all those things. But here we learn the first lesson about me CODA... is that I will treat any opponent with the same level of respect that they treat me.
He shakes his head.
CCM: Luther Thunder belittled me from the moment we walked through these doors for the first time. The first two male talents signed by an all female promotion. We faced off in our debut match against each other, and I won. He then proceeded to beat up my dad in the parking lot, I later found out, and thus began the cycle of retaliation. I beat him for the title, he won it back, and I’ve been trying to get him to lose it ever since. Because he hurt something near and dear to me when he attacked my father, who is in his sixties by the way. So I wanted to take something back, an eye for an eye. And I would never be classless enough to attack his wife. So the next best thing was his championship. But damn that Dutch dumpsterfire... he’s clung onto that thing one way or another, and I’m about tired of playing this damn game. Which is why I’ve offered him a peace treaty on the return show of Fury Road; and then, if both he and I do win tonight, we can have the blowoff match and both move on... and if not, I’ll leave him in your no doubt capable hands. You see, this is the second thing I want you to know CODA, I am a smart man, and while I may be persistent, I am prepared to accept when it’s time to stop. I know when I’m beaten.
He grins.
CCM: As for the third thing... well, I’m not sure how this ties into your views of disrespect, but please, hear me out. I am the kinda guy who does whatever it takes to win. And when I say whatever it takes, I mean... WHATEVER IT TAKES. For me, to do any less would be disrespectful to my opponents. If I have to use the ropes, fine. Pull the tights, fine. Hit you with a tire iron I slid in my boot while my dad distracts the referee? Sure. Some consider it disgusting, despicable; I prefer to use such words for people who are racists, online social media abusers and the like, as I alluded to on social media earlier this week... but hey. Some people consider the things I do in that ring heinous. Maybe you do to, CODA. I cannot speak for you, obviously. But I will give you my marked assurance that tonight, I will not change my ways because these numbnuts in the crowd or perhaps even you frown upon the way I do business. No. CODA. I will do WHATEVER IT TAKES to win this match. Because in my logic, and twisted logic some may say it is... you have earned that right. You are a very tough competitor, you will give me all I can handle, perhaps more than I can handle? So I want to put one last thought in your mind, a little factoid about me that I think may prove insightful. We fight tonight. And let’s say I win in what some may call... “underhanded” ways, tight pull, cheap shot, low blow, the possibilities are endless. In that moment, you may feel many things. Anger, frustration, indignation. You may look up at me with my arm raised, and your internal dialogue is screaming “HE CHEATED! HE HAD TO CHEAT TO BEAT ME!”
CCM steps towards the camera, leaning in with a gleam in his eyes.
CCM: Yeah, in that moment... I had to cheat to beat you. And for someone like me, CODA... that is the purest form of respect that I can ever give to you. I’ll see you in the ring.
He walks away, as we head back to ringside.
The broadcast cuts to a low angled stylized snippet of video that depicts a pale woman with a sports bra and buckled arm guards over fingerless grappling gloves doing pushups with blue nail polish on her fingers. A swipe transition features the same woman doing deep lunges with a large visible mass of dark bruises on the right side of her well-toned abs. Next, another stylized angle shows her stretching her wiry, muscular arm forward with her other arm folded over her chest. The definition of her body is easily visible, along with the wear and tear on her otherwise flawless skin. When the swipe transition happens again, she stares forward with a listless look in her cold black eyes.
Coda: At Hail The Apocalypse one month ago, I failed.
Her words are slightly monotone, a breathy high pitch to her voice.
Coda: The woman I used to call my protégé is now the current Hardcore Champion, and while I am proud of her, I remain disappointed in myself. With each loss, each public humiliation, I allow upcoming opponents to care less. How can I test my mettle when no one gives me the exhilarating matchups I desire? How can I show my strength if not against the best this promotion offers at their peak performance?! How can I—?!
She pauses, stopping herself with an extended index finger towards the camera.
Coda: Allow me to be clear: I do not crave power for power’s sake, nor do I intend to spread a dogmatic message with the intent to change SRW and the wrestling world at large. Those are foolish endeavors that have historically ended in catastrophic failure. I grew up powerless. Weak. Dependant. I did not even know the English language when we moved to the United States, yet I needed to learn. I became self-sufficient. I earned the paycheck I received each week. I grow stronger mentally, physically, and emotionally each time I step into the ring, whether I win or lose, and the path to the next peak cuts right through CCM and his father, Winston Dyson-Millar.
Frustration written on her face, The Pint-Sized Kaiju starts to pace the hallway with her head down, brown hair covering her dark hues.
Coda: Show me that killer instinct, not the respectful bow of complacency! Push me to the brink of death, the edge of consciousness! Earn the Ultimate Conquest Championship you wanted for your whole SRW career, and utterly decimate Luther Thunder slash Kendrick Kross in my name! Refuse to be good enough, and I will be disappointed in you.
She says the encouraging words with a hint of disgust at the end as if CCM’s failure would be a direct insult to her in some way.
Coda: You have so much potential, CCM. Unleash it, or do not bother showing up.
Finally, her grave expression shifts to a cutesy grin.
Coda: When you are ready, step into the battlefield. You have a MultiUniversal Monster to fight tonight. 행운을 빕니다! 당신은 그것을 필요로 할 것입니다!
She waves happily as Savage Live continues.
Spazz: Coda’s bomb as fuck dawg. She’s been killing it everywhere she’s gone lately!
Koss: CCM and Coda are looking very game tonight. I have a sneaking suspicion that this match is going to blow people away with the caliber of competition and passion on display here.
CCM openly mocks Coda at the start of the match and is largely ignored as she circles him, eyes practically boring into his soul with intensity. The two close the gap and he goes for a fake out to an eye poke, but Coda catches his wrist and twists it. CCM flips forward to take the tension off and pulls her in, but she checks him with a hard forearm, followed by a fireman’s carry and gutbuster, getting a nice OOooooh from ye’ old crowd! He thrashes a bit, clutching his guts and rolling onto his knee. SYMPHONIC KNEE misses as he bends back to avoid it. He taps his temple with a smug smirk only to get kicked in the back of the head! Coda pulls him into a rear facelock, but with a kick of his leg, CCM flips his lower body up and drives a knee into Coda’s forehead! She releases him, staggering back with a shake of her head!
He rolls to a stand and rushes her with a surprise blitz. A hard knee lift, a forearm strike, and a hard backhand precedes the MILLIARIAT!!! Off her feet she’s rocked, and CCM falls across her taking both legs for the pin! ONE! TWO! TTTHH-KICKOUT!!!!
CCM slaps the mat and gathers up his stunned foe and slings her to the ropes, then runs after her. Coda hooks her arms in the ropes only to be clotheslined up and over them to the outside! CCM then grips the ropes and slingshots himself over the top for a body splash that drives her to the floor! He gets to his feet with a little fist pump, then takes Coda and rams her forehead into the apron, then hurls her into a guard rail. A few fans in the front row boo, so he steals a beer from one, takes a drink, and then dumps the rest on her head while laughing!
CCM: HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?!!!
When more boos sound, he rears his foot back to stomp on Coda, only to get his foot caught! Coda rises and pulls him into a kick to the head followed by a snap spinebuster!!! She then gathers him up and slams his head into a steel post, followed up with a backdrop on the apron! CCM’s back arches in pain and that’s when WMD finally moves in as a distraction. Coda is having none of it, however, scooping the tall manager up with great effort and dropping him with a less than fluid Michinoku Driver!!! The crowd gives a huge pop at the impressive display of strength!
Crowd: PINT SIZE KAIJU!!!! PSK!!! PINT SIZE KAIJU!!! PSK!!!! PINT SIZE KAAAIIIJJJUUU!!! PSK!!!
She fails to notice CCM reaching through the ropes to grab her hair and hoist her up by it! She grips at his wrist kicking her legs until they find the apron. A back elbow follows, staggering him and then she hits THE OVERTURE CROSS ARMBREAKER OVER THE ROPES!!! CCM screams in pain, slapping at his shoulder, but the move is only held for a standing 5 count, Coda releasing to avoid DQ! CCM staggers away, clutching at his brutally torqued elbow. He turns just in time for THE CRESCENDO DDT!!! He pops up on impact to a full stand, only to teeter and fall over like a chopped tree!
It doesn’t quite kill him off, much to her chargrin. Double C to the M holds his head as he crawls towards a corner. He pulls himself as Coda sets up in the opposite corner. He gets up and turns but she’s already charging forward at full speed… SYMPHONIC ELBOW-NO!!! CCM throws a boot into her chest! Coda lands on her feet, gritting her teeth. CCM pushes himself onto the top but before he can take flight, Coda recovers, rushes him, lifts him up on the top rope and delivers THE MAGNUM OPUS DVD OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!
With a bone jarring impact, CCM is rocked and Coda, clearly in pain as well from the move, hooks his legs for the pin!! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHRREE!!!
WINNER: CODA!!!!
Spazz: WHAT’D I SAY?! BOMB AS FUCK!!!!
Koss: Coda and CCM just put on a right clinic in that ring and put the world on notice! That was a highly kinetic and impactful match with two very talented wrestlers. This simply cannot be the last time these two face off!
Spazz: No shit. CCM brought it! Coda brought it! But PSK won it! He’ll be back to even the score, you just watch!
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, the SRW Hardcore Champion! Killer Carter!
The camera pans out to reveal the behemoth known as Killer Carter standing beside the interviewer, towering over him as she proudly wears her Hardcore Championship over her shoulder.
Monty Proust: Carter… you were successful in your first defense of your Hardcore Championship against Halo and now tonight, you find yourself defending it against Akako Ogawa. How do you feel about that upcoming match tonight?
Killer Carter: I’m looking forward to the challenge. I know how great and how tough Ogawa is. She’s got a fierce mean streak… which she’s gonna need when she steps into the ring with me tonight. I don’t expect an easy defense… but that’s the way it should be. Anyone who steps up to try and take this away from me… they should be the best of the best… and Ogawa is definitely one of those people.
KC now turns her attention to the camera.
Killer Carter: I have a lot of respect for you Ogawa… but like I said two weeks ago to Halo… I plan on holding this championship for a VERY long time. So bring me all you’ve got… because it STILL won’t be enough for you to dethrone me and take this Hardcore Championship away from me! Welcome to the Gun Show!
Carter then winks and flexes her muscles before she disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Koss: Killer Carter setting the tone for this match with that imposing frame and strong words.
Spazz: With some spit shine and polish, she could take on the likes of Ursula Von Rossbach.
Koss: Indeed. Killer Carter vs Akako Ogawa for the Hardcore Championship, coming up next!
The match opens with Akako blasting Carter with a barbwire wrapped, stuffed rabbit that makes a much more weighty and heavy impact that one would think it should! Ogawa tears into the Killer, battering her in her stunned state, driving stiff knees and forearms into the woman’s head, driving her back and even busting her open rather quickly! It’s a brutal exchange, but Carter manages to come back on an Irish whip being reversed into a back elbow and a two-handed Chokebomb!!!
Killer sets up, Akako gets to her feet… SPEAR followed by a JACKHAMMER!!! ONE! TWO!!! THHHHRRREE!!
WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: KILLER CARTER!!!
Spazz: HOLY FUCK!!!
Koss: Carter came, Ogawa saw, and Carter conquered!
Spazz: That was short and brutal dawg. Speared her right out of her boots and Jackhammered her damn near through the canvas!
Koss: We have to go to commercial but after we come back, it’ll be Gabi Carbajal versus Maja Lindstrom!
Koss: aaaaand we’re back!!!!
Spazz: Got competitors in the ring! Let’s get that bell hammered and match going!
As the two circle one another, the lights suddenly cut out in the Arena. When they come back on, ISCARIOT AND THE COVENANT ARE IN THE RING!!!! The Countess, Lilith, and Amara viciously assault Gabi and Maja, beating them brutally in the ring with vicious, barbed wire wrapped, gnarled wood staves. The DreadLord of the Dead stands in the middle, hands out at his sides and head tilted back and eyes closed as if basking in the violence and bloodshed! The crowd is booing in uproar while the referee had already dove out of the ring, motioning for security and the bell!
MATCH RESULT: NO CONTEST DUE TO INTERFERENCE!
“UNFORGIVEN” by Sevendust sounds over the PA system as Ursula Von Rossbach steps out, dressed in leather, championship gold, and an evil scowl on her face. Gabi and Maja are pushed out of the ring as Asmodeus steps back with a wicked grin, beckoning her forth. She gets two steps forward before…
“START A RIOT” by HellYeah plays over the PA and out steps most of the Shieldmaidens behind her: Bullet, Bandit, Psycho, a still bloodied Killer, and Bruiser. The only non-Shield Maiden out there is Halo who looks incredibly pissed at this point. Ursula looking over her shoulder as if surprised. She gives a nod, then raises her fist in the air to lead the charge. They hit the ring, weapons are raised and just as shots are about to exchange, the lights go out, and then come back on. The Covenant are gone….
Ursula kicks at the ropes in anger as the SMC Riot Group takes care of the wounded wrestlers at ringside. The Lady Terminator is seething as she joints the group as they assist Gabi and Maja to the back.
Koss: How disgusting! The Covenant struck again, potentially ending two more careers in SRW!!!
Spazz: But Ursula leading out the Shieldmaidens like that? Fucking SICK. I would not wanna’ fight that army!
Koss: No, I imagine no one would.
Spazz: Demonic fucks versus badass Biker bitches…. Sounds like the most badass B-Movie of the week yo!
Koss: We’re taking a commercial break to clean up the ring and reset. We apologize for the inconvenience!
Kicking things off, an enraged Tracy Dixon chases Bianca Davis to the ropes, the Queen B holding a hand as she stands halfway between them, forcing the Referee to back her off. This is repeated once, twice, but on the third time, Tracy forces herself through only to get clawed in the eye! This is followed by her diving forward, taking one of Tracy’s legs out from under her and forcing her to drop onto one knee. Bianca then executes a hair pull back breaker followed by a pin on the chest that becomes a foot choke on Tracy’s throat!
She relinquishes on a five count from the ref, backing up only to kick Tracy in the back of the head as she sits up. Bianca then repeatedly stomps on Tracy as she rolls onto her hands and knees. She laughs and mocks her with the crowd booing her big time, but she doesn’t care. The Queen B feels on top of the world right now as she drops across Tracy’s back and locks her into a grounded sleeper hold!
Tracy reaches for the ropes, dragging both herself and Bianca inch by agonizing inch, fading the entire length of the way! She reaches for the rope but outside the ring, Bianca’s Underling is waiting to pull the bottom rope back! This angers Tracy and while the referee issues the warning to Underling to back off, Tracy fights to her feet, oxygen fading as she grips one of Bianca’s legs wrapped around her, gripps the back of her head and then drops with an improvised Package Stunner! The hold is broken and Bianca flies off of Tracy’s back, clutching her jaw while rolling around and kicking her legs!
Bianca fights to her feet, stumbling and definitely feeling the stunner. She tries to run but on spaghetti legs, she doesn’t get too far before Tracy catches her by the hair and pulls her in for a big MOONSHINE MAKEOVER!!! Bianca pops up and flops flat on her back near the ropes. Tracy makes the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTH-UNDERLING PUTS TRACY’S FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!
Of course the referee doesn’t see it, only hearing Underling screaming emphatically that Tracy tried to cheat! The pin is broken and Tracy is promptly arguing with the referee, trying to keep him from disqualifying her. It’s then that he notices a wrench in her boot. Underling had put a wrench inside of her boot as well!!!
She pulls it out, holding it up and yelling to the man, “THIS AIN’T MY WRENCH!!!!”
He doesn’t buy it and motions for the bell!
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: BIANCA DAVIS!!!
Bianca rolls out of the ring, laughing maniacally while tapping her temple and then high-fiving Underling for a job well done! Tracy hurls the wrench to the canvas hard enough to send it bouncing straight to the floor outside.
Spazz: You hear those fans? They’re all up in that “Fuck this” sentiment, yo!
Koss: They are not happy at all. Bianca Davis steals another win!
Spazz: I mean hook or crook sometimes.
What a show that had been going on already for Savage. The matches had been kick ass all night, so far, and more amazing matches were set to come. Backstage faded in on Jonna and Jamie Austin who were set and ready to go in their ring gear. The twin sisters were doing a bit of light stretching, getting warmed up for the number 1 contendership match against the Riot Group and a bit of a, to them at least, rematch against The Socialites. The sisters hadn’t forgotten how their match had ended against the other set of sisters, but they also knew that their focus couldn’t only be on the Page sisters.
Jamie Austin: We’re going against a pair of Shield Maidens...we can’t let our guard down by any means. It doesn’t help that The Socialites are involved in the match too. We have to keep an eye on them.
Jonna Austin: Who in the Hell are you telling about those two bottle blonde pieces of trash?! You’re not the one that got sprayed in the damn eyes with whatever that crap was!
Jamie sighed as she shook her head at her sister’s miniature outburst. She knew that her sister was still salty over the way the match ended a couple of weeks ago, and she didn’t blame her one bit. However, if her sister stayed in that frame of mind, then they had already lost the match.
Jamie Austin: Do you want a chance at the tag titles? Do you want to be the team to dethrone the newest champions?
Jonna Austin: You know damn well that I do, Jamie.
Jamie Austin: Then focus! If you get the chance to take down one of the Page sisters then have at it! But don’t do it at the expense of the match! You can’t take your focus off of Bandit or Bullet!
Jonna Austin: Well no shit, Sherlock. They were just unseated as the tag team champions...plus the whole Shield Maidens thing. Those are some bad bitches that I would never want to piss off. If I get my hands on one of the Pages though, you can bet I’ll be ending the match by ending them. I’m not done with either one of them by a long shot.
Jamie Austin: Fine. And if neither them nor us wins this match, especially if we don’t win because of them, we can go after them and get the real revenge that you’re wanting after a couple of weeks ago. How does that sound?
Jonna nodded in agreement which caused Jamie to let out a small sigh of relief. The scene faded as the sisters went back to stretching but also continued to discuss the match, and presumably, some kind of strategy for the triple threat.
Spazz: That Joanna chick is tall, might be taller than the Queen herself!
Koss: She is a big woman but this Tag Team has a huge opportunity. A triple Threat Tag Team Match that could shoot them to the front of the line against the Tag Team Champions themselves, The Skillz Vendorz!
The match begins with Bullet, Vanessa Page, and Joanna Austin as the legal competitors in the ring. Bullet rushes at the 6’ 2” Joanna, ducking a grapple and hitting the ropes. She hits a baseball slide underneath her to pop up with a forearm smash to Vanessa, then moves in behind Joanna with a rear waistlock but the big woman powers out of the of Bullet’s grasp, taking her arms and twisting them around to pull her into a Sitout Sideslam! Vanessa tags in Diamond who rushes in as Joanna hops to her feet to blister her with a chest chop and a few hard slaps. Joanna responds with a boot to the chest to rock her back. Bullet rushes in with the SWEATING BULLETS COMBO!!!! The final right cross drops Joanna to one knee and just as Bandit looks to finish the job, Diamond hits THE PRINCESS KICK on Bullet, rocking her world! Before she can make the pin, however, Bandit hops the ropes with a flying clothesline takedown! Jamie Austin and Vanessa enter the ring at the same time and soon a huge brawl breaks out between all the competitors still up and standing Joanna ends up throwing Vanessa out of the ring shortly after. In the midst of the chaos, Diamond tries to pin Bandit but it’s broken up by Jamie and Jamie and Joanna gather up Diamond and Jamie hits The G2 STUNNER!!! Then Joanna hits the G2 STUNNER as well, rocking Diamond off her feet!!! Joanna makes the cover, Bandit tries to slide in but Jamie dives through the ropes to keep her from breaking it up! Bullet stirs but it’s too little, too late… ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
WINNERS BY PINFALL: THE TWIN SNAKES!!!
Spazz: TWIN SNAKES, FOR THE MOFUGGIN’ WIN!!!!
Koss: Still early in their SRW tenure but that was certainly one hell of a way to prove they’ve got what it takes!
Spazz: The Socialites and SMC Riot Group are both very game, one being ruthless as fuck and the other being badass as fuck!
Koss: Their ultimate test will come up when they face the Tag Champions at the upcoming PPV, To Be Decided!
We are backstage at the world renown Rebel Star Arena in the beautiful Rome, Georgia with the ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION Luther Thunder and his darling with Esme by his side. The champ ready to compete, looking statuesque and something truly to marvel at with the coveted championship draped over his shoulder and the delicate little flower known as the eighteen wheeler by his side. If there ever was a power couple in this division it had to be these two.
Esme looks into the camera, narrowing her eyes a little before speaking.
Esme: So here we are again. Savage Live, one of the premier wrestling shows out there, and once more, my husband is front and center, in the main event, putting his championship on the line; ever the workhorse of this company, carrying the burdens of Melinda Rhodes’ great company on his back as Atlas carried this very world on his. Such feats, such great victories, such an epic body of work one would think would go noticed and appreciated by the card-carrying members of this roster, but alas, this does not seem to be the case, judging by the relevant tweets (and there were two) of the latest hopeful on this week’s exciting episode of “Are You Tougher Than The Ultimate Conquest Champion?” Now I never give spoilers as you know, so I’m not giving away the answer to this, but what you are NOT, Mr. Kross, is smarter than my husband. In fact, you are not smarter than a fifth grader; and now you all nodded and see how I foreshadowed that with my little TV joke reference before. Gotcha. Moving on.
She grins.
Esme: You see Mr. Kross, while I do have a certain level of admiration for people who are assured and have a high amount of self-belief, the way you dismissed my husband doesn’t make you look headstrong, it makes you look like a brainless buffoon. You don’t look at my husband’s body of work, what he has done to both unify and elevate this championship over months and months, and just dismiss him as another hurdle. No, Mr. Kross, this makes you look arrogant and foolish. I did at least hope, when you told my husband that you were not going to watch your words that you might have some interesting things to say, but... well, nobody in the world has watched your words in regards to my husband, Mr. Kross, because you have had literally nothing to say after those tweets. You are, and judging from conduct I’ve seen from you here and in other companies I am sure you are used to hearing this... A MASSIVE DISAPPOINTMENT. Let me make something ABUNDANTLY clear, Mr. Kross. People like you, who hop around from promotion to promotion, you are journeymen, mercenaries. You wanna get paid, you fight, win a belt if you’re lucky and on to the next town. That is all well and good Mr. Kross, to each their own, but my husband does things a bit differently. My husband doesn’t up sticks. He builds legacies, truly amazing legacies, staying in promotions for two years, five years, ten years! Like you, he travels to many places, but in ever promotion he serves in, those fans cheer and remember his name, they buy tickets to see HIM on the card, because he doesn’t just do this for a paycheck, he is not a hired gun, he is a COMPANY MAN. Promoters know, and I’m sure Melinda Rhodes would tell you as such; when you pen that contract with Luther Thunder, you just made the smartest business decision of your life, because he will treat your fans to exciting matches, he will elevate your championships and your entire roster, and he will continue to do that year on year on year. The simple fact that you would even come at someone like Luther on this angle shows to me that you don’t know the first thing about him, the work he has done in this company, or the championship you are competing for, a championship which LUTHER THUNDER has forged the legacy of from the ground up to the FREAKIN’ STRATOSPHERE. Now I know these issues are settled in the ring, but as if my husband needed any extra spice or motivation... a championship he has bled for, cried for, built off his own labors, his own strife... in Southern Rebellion Wrestling, this championship IS the legacy of Luther Thunder. It is SYNONYMOUS with him. For it to end up in the hands of a stupid, ignorant, uncaring mercenary NOBODY like you would literally undermine not only Luther’s work, and that championship, but the very fabric of this company as a whole. So bring your self-assured, cool gunslinger ass to the ring, please Mr. Kross... and do try take this championship belt from my husband’s possession. I must warn you, however, that many better men and women than yourself have already tried and failed to do just that.
A cool and collected Luther gestures at his wife and smiles.
Luther: Isn’t she something, brains, looks and gift of the gab. There is nothing my wife has that anyone else could match. I’d rather wrestle her for this championship tonight to be honest. Give the fans something worthy of a main event, but alas since she’s not a competitor and I’m sure Kendrick had every friend and relative from near and far to purchase a seat to witness his big night. I’d hate for Melinda Rhodes to have to issue refunds for the handful of family members and possible acquaintances who would be upset, we’ll go with the regularly scheduled programming instead. Now Kendrick, I’ve seen you around here and there, to say that you are someone who’s been around the block a few times would be fitting but for the life of me I can’t really remember a single moment that stands out about your career that I have witnessed. Maybe I’ve gotten banged up now and then got knocked in the head enough that I forgot the pinnacle of your success and if so I apologize wholeheartedly. However going by my recollection you’ve faced some memorable names in multiple organizations and usually you are most visible going into matches, you know when you are making these promises of just how you are set to put a hurt into someone, beating this, kicking that and whatever. Usual banter, right? Except when the bell rings, when the matches actually DO happen it seems like you are the one receiving a beating and then..poof you kinda just slink away only to pop up again somewhere else. Like a whack-a-mole only to get bashed back to your hidey hole.
He seems genuinely confused looking at Esme who shakes her head and shrugs as Luther goes on.
Luther: Now with all that aside, going into our match. I wanted to look past that, you know be the better man and all. I had figured we all slip up now and then, lord knows I’ve taken a few fumbles and tumbles during my years it happens. Maybe these people talking smack about you were just that, people who enjoyed talking smack or believed someone else’s narrative over the truth. So I wanted to give you a fair shake, figured you MUST HAVE done some good somewhere to deserve to not just challenge for a championship but being in the Main Event in the greatest damn wrestling show that ever graced Rome with it’s presence. Then you come at me with such cocky, braggadocious attitude as if you’d just waltz in take MY Ultimate Conquest Championship and skip your merry way home and I wouldn’t as much as blink at you. Telling me to say my goodbyes to the championship and just blatantly insulting my presence I figured maybe just maybe you have me confused with some of your previous opponents who talk trash and beat their opponents to the ground before the match is even on so I gave you a pass a friendly advice even and you chose to not ignore that but you threw it in my face, outright disrespecting me as a competitor and as a man. You made the conscious decision to paint yourself into a corner where you would have exactly two choices: fight your way out and hope to escape with your consciousness and MAYBE the championship if you got lucky or curl up and wait for the hits and kicks to stop hoping you won’t need to get stretchered out of the Rebel Star Arena..are you proud of yourself now Kendrick?
Esme looks like she wants to say something seeing the glare in Luther’s eyes she just puts a hand on his neck, he takes a breather forces a smile on his face and goes on.
Luther: I am not as bad as my reputation may make it seem like Kendrick, I take no joy in the things I must say or the deeds I do in the ring to my opponents. Far be it from me to be that jerk who kicks a guy when he’s down. I hate it, I hate everything about it but when you choose to take this route with me, to disrespect my hard work, my dedication to Southern Rebellion Wrestling and every single opponent who has come for this championship before you, placing yourself above them..I’d expect you to at the very least have the track record to back just bullshit bravado with.
Esme seems shocked as Luther gazes down.
Luther: sorry, shouldn’t speak like that of a fellow competitor a brother of the squared circle. However Kendrick this is the situation you have gotten yourself into now. I could have been civil, treated you like an equal and not gone to such horrendous things of your no doubt storied career. I wanted to come out here tonight in front of the fine people of Rome Georgia and all of the SRW fans globally and say nice things about you, talk of your success and how I am expecting an equal and competitive match out of you and guaranteeing a show stealing Main Event, but I cannot tell a lie Kendrick. I can not, will not lie to the fans and claim that I can say with a clear conscience that I am looking forward to this match with you, you know why? Because it seems like you could take or leave this match. This is a TITLE MATCH Kendrick, I don’t know what exactly made you so high and mighty that these are thrown at you in such succession that you can just shrug and apparently ignore this one? Are you honestly such a big time success story that a Main Event at Savage Live is not worth your precious time? You are revolting good sir, It disgusts me to think how many people on this very roster would damn near kill to be in the position you are at and yet for some reason..you are the one who gets the shot. Just on our last show there were a lot of people assaulted, brutally attacked roster members and even Melinda Rhodes herself! They would be lucky just to be here in the arena tonight and..and then there’s you Kendrick who values this opportunity less than the time it took you to spit out a pair of tweets.
Esme: Indeed. And rest assured Ms. Rhodes, should the time come to batten down the hatches and fight on the battlefield against a common enemy, my husband will be right there on the front lines, leading this roster as he has on so many occasions by example. I’d say we look forward to Mr. Kross joining us in that battle, however...
She leans in, a knowing smile on her face.
Esme: I think we all know he’ll be far out of town by then, now don’t we?
On that note, she turns to her husband, patting his championship belt before we head back to ringside.
Spazz: Here we are at the main event! THIS IS WHAT YOUS GUYS AND CHICKS CAME FOR!!!
Koss: Luther Thunder has been defending the Ultimate Conquest Championship for a long time and if not for an interruption at the hands of CCM some time back, he’d be the second longest reigning champion in SRW.
Spazz: He deffo got robbed of that distinction, but you can always make up lost ground, yo!
The match begins with Double K not even bothering for a tie up, instead rushing in with several rapid fire kicks to Luther’s right knee, battering it but staying just out of the big man’s effective reach. He hits and backs off, hits and backs off. Sometimes Luther lunges forward, but the lighter, faster Kendrick runs circles around him, attacking his knees over and over. Luther buckles on one of the shots dropping down and giving Double K the opening to ram piston knee shots into his head. Luther falls through the ropes, hooking an arm to keep from going to the outside. The ref makes Kendrick back off, the aggressive fighter mocking him over and over, shouting things such as, “I’M CONQUERING THE CONQUEROR!!!”
Luther pulls himself through the ropes and Kendrick rushes in for more kicks to the leg only for Luther to throw a boot into his gut, followed by an uppercut to the jaw that sends Kendrick falling back! Without thinking, he fires a quick round house kick but the form is poor, allowing Luther to block the hit and pull him in for a SPINNING SPINEBUSTER!!!!
Luther flexes his arms with a roar, then gathers a stunned Kendrick up and boots him in the gut, pulls him in and hits THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES! The thundering impact has Kendrick staring up with glassy eyes at the arena lights. Luther falls across him and it’s 1-2-3!!!
WINNER AND STILL ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Luther: *shouting* I AM THE CONQUEROR BITCH!
He hoists his belt up in the air with a proud smile. Esme joins him in the ring to celebrate.
Koss: DOM-IN-ATION! Kendrick Kross had a good strategy but didn’t count on Luther Thunder’s rage in this one!
Spazz: You cannot go into a fight with a monster like Luther “Fucking” Thunder and think yous gonna’ just bullshit your way through it. Nah nah nah, Double K is gonna’ learn from this shit right here. Luther hits like a freight train and makes you look twice as ugly by the time he’s through.
Koss: That is all the time we have here tonight folks. Tune in for Fury Road next week and until Savage Live, this is Joe Koss and Mike Spazz saying goodnight!
Spazz: SLEEP TIGHT MOFUGGAS!!!!
ROME GA
7/16/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
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INTRO
“Monster” as covered by Caleb Hyles and Johnathan Young plays over the House P/A system, much to the delight to the headbanging crowd! The highlight reel plays with lights and pyro in perfect timing to the music. As usual, there’s more than a couple crazies in the crowd, but it wouldn’t be SRW without them!
We cut immediately to Spazz and Koss at the announce table, doing what they always do, kicking the show off!
Koss: Joe Koss here along with the inconceivably conceived Mike Spazz!
Spazz: IT’S FRIDAY BITCHES!!! Do you know where your car is?
Koss: And this is SRW Savage LIIIIIIVVVVE!!! What a night we have in store for all of you!
Spazz: Hell yeah. Lot’s fo fallout from last week too.
Koss: Indeed. Several wrestlers were injured last week and will not be returning to SRW due to some serious injuries. The Wolfpack, Captain Cosmo, Brittany Williams, and Dean Rose. Melinda Rhodes was attacked but thankfully it was minor in comparison.
Spazz: She still got knocked out in her own office. Not exactly a red banner night yo.
Koss: No it isn’t… but-
Joe finds himself interrupted...
SEGMENT
“Unforgiven” By Sevendust plays as Ursula Von Rossbach enters the stage. She is dressed in a dark violet three piece suit with matching tie and an even darker maroon shirt. In her gloved hands is her crown, nested upon her shoulder the Queen of the South Championship. There is little time wasted as Ursula makes her way to ringside, ascending the steps and entering the ring. Her music cuts promptly. Her expression is a contemptuous, angry scowl as she circles the ring.
UVR: Some do not understand the concept of no meaning no and thus they force themselves and their will upon others until they either get what they want or are destroyed for their desires. Tonight I stand in this ring to address the disgusting behavior of The Covenant at the last Savage Live. and the many victims they claimed, heaping blame at my feet. The only thing I am guilty of, is exercising my right as a champion to respectfully and now disrespectfully decline.
Her eyes look deep into the nearest camera.
UVR: SAMAEL, go back to whatever hole you crawled from and do not ever trouble the SRW any longer, for if you press me, I promise that the hell I send you to will seem like heaven by the time I am finished with you.
The lights go out and the tron screen goes static. A graveled, rough voice echoes throughout the arena.
Dark Voice: Once upon a time there was a woman who they called “Great.” A petty hero, weak of will who easily caved to the darkness within in order to get ahead. You are guilty of hypocrisy, Ursula Von Rossbach.
The static gave way to the painted face of Samael Asmodeus Iscariot, the long haired reaper’s grim smile staring back at her.
Samael: You stand in that ring, judging me for my actions when you have done exactly as I, perhaps even worse. Your victims are legion, detailed in a book with pride masked by posterity. Each name is written with a quill pen, inked with a flourish and maintained for all time. Your weakness leaves you with a soul fractured by repression, denying these truths about yourself and pretending the cruelty lives under a different name…. “That couldn’t have been me! Impossible. It was a dark entity to blame for these evil acts! I am pure.”
His face moves in closer, to where all that is seen is his eyes staring back at Ursula who is now lit in dim red lighting from the arena lights above her. She tries to speak into her microphone, but it is dead….
Samael: What you have to say does not matter, what you have chosen is at hand. Either you or The Rebel in name only will give me what I want…. Your gold. I will crush you, Ursula. I will destroy the methos you have so carefully carved and render you impotent and broken just as those poor unfortunate souls who dared cross you over the last decade.
Ursula tosses the microphone down, points her finger at him, and draws her thumb across her throat.
Samael: Cute display, petulant child.
Suddenly more red lights come on to expose several figures in hooded black robes around the ring, surrounding her. She drops the belt and immediately brings her hands up.
Samael: Hahahahahahahaaaa….
The lights go out and the screen cuts out completely, plunging the Arena in darkness. Seconds tick by before suddenly the lights come back on and Ursula is alone in the ring, untouched. She fumes for several seconds before gathering up her championship belt and exiting the ring.
Spazz: What is up with these creepy ass goth reject motherfuckers playing scary evil god wanna’ be’s up in here?
Koss: You can mock the guy all you want, but I want to keep my soul and my spine intact, Spazz-O!
Spazz: Let him come at me! I’ll show him his mortality with a straight kick to his nuts. Lodge them things right up there in his tonsils!
Koss: I’ll let you test that theory if the time comes, but we have a show to carry on with, many exciting matches and our first match is Lily Williams versus Isa Storm!
SEGMENT
We go backstage just as fans are amping up for the beginning of the show. Monty Proust stands by with SRW’s newly signed Isa Storm. The woman towers, almost reaching six feet with the physique to match. While Monty wears a big, enthusiastic smile, Isa looks like she’d rather not be stuck at the Gorilla Position with an interviewer.
MONTY PROUST:” Well, hello and good evening SRW fans! Monty Proust here with the newest acquisition, Ms. Isa Storm! Let’s give her a big welcome; we’ll be seeing her in action here very shortly!”
Despite Monty’s enthusiasm, Isa rests her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes off to the side.
MONTY PROUST: “Now then, Miss! I’ve done my research on you as an upcoming talent. I understand you have sisters who wrestle as well. Getting into the family business eh? Eh?”
He winks, clicks his tongue and nudges her with an elbow. Isa shoots him a look that says if he touches her again, they’ll need a body bag. Monty raises a hand in apology but keeps his smile, shooting a look to the camera. Feisty one, ain’t she?
MONTY PROUST: “So then, tell us a little about yourself! What brings you to Southern Rebellion specifically?”
Isa looks up and exhales before looking at Monty. She, very calmly, reaches out and slowly plucks the mic out of his hands, bringing it up to her mouth.
ISA STORM: “You wanna know what brings me here…?”
Monty looks at the camera, then back at her and nods. Isa shoots a glare at the camera, looms in over Monty and says….
ISA STORM: “Watch this.”
With that, she drops the microphone and nudges past the interviewer as the intro to “One Reason” by Straight Line Stitch comes on out in the arena. Isa moves through the Gorilla position, disappearing through the curtain as she walks out onto the stage.
Spazz: What your entrance music?
Koss: No, those screaming fans!
-LILY WILLIAMS-VS-ISA STORM-
Isa Storm starts the match offering a handshake and as Lily goes for it and Isa pulls her hand back, running her hand through her hair and mouthing “two slow” as she turns away from her opponent. Lily puts her hands on her hips and rolls her eyes. The two then lock up and immediately Isa takes control, pulling Lily into a sideheadlock. Lily tries to fight out of it, only for Isa to buckle down and tighten the hold even more. Seconds tick by as the two struggle until finally Isa takes her down to the mat and continues to crank that headlock even more! Lily starts to push back, straining with effort to lift her heavier opponent. Isa surprises her by rising to a stand with her. Isa releases the head lock, Lily shoving her forward only to get bowled over with a hard Lariat! She then grab’s Lily’s legs, slips them onto her shoulder and deadlifts her up in the air and brutally powerbombs her to the canvas!
Isa flexes her arms with a roar to the crowd, then drops down on her for the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTHHRRE-KICKOUT! She just barely kicks out of the powerbomb.
Isa pulls Lily up only to be surprised by a hard elbow to the face! Lily hits a few knife edge chops only to be shut down by a wicked chop from Isa across the chest! Lily spins away, clutching at her freshly blistered chest with a grimace of pain. She turns around only to be taken down with a ROLLING FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM followed by her running straight into a corner and hitting a diving MOONSAULT! ONE!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Isa pulls Lily up and whips her but Lily takes hold of her wrist, holding her ground but not counter whipping. Isa smiles and just pulls Lily into a SLINGSHOT FLATLINER!!! She makes the cover ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
WINNER: ISA STORM!!!
Spazz: BOOOM!
Koss: Isa Storm with a big win and an impressive finish to her debut match. Lily Williams came up just a little short.
Spazz: Swing and a Miss, Strike One! Try again!
SEGMENT
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are taken to the backstage area. It is there where we are brought before an image of Kate Steele. Her eyes flicker as she looks deep into the lens of the camera and she begins to speak.
Kate: Cheers to all of you out there. The last show was filled with so much shit wasn’t it… Damn near most of the roster was taken out and it seemed like some insane shit went down. Now obviously it’s my job to tell you all how I feel about what went down… You really want to know my opinions on the matter?!
Kate shrugs her shoulders as she shakes her head in utter disgust.
Kate: To be honest my mind isn’t on what happened because if anybody tried to put their hands on me I would kick their bloody arses. I love this company and I will defend it to the very end. I know I am nowhere near being one of the tallest women in this company. Hell I only stand at 5’2 and weigh 110 pounds but I definitely am a bad ass little fire cracker. You set me on fire and I pack quite the punch. I will knock you the fuck out and I know I am among the best of the best. I am upper echelon when it comes to talent, and dare I say I’m the best damn submission wrestler in this company.
Kate shakes her head as she continues to vent.
Kate: However personally when it comes to my feelings I am pissed off but for a different reason. It has nothing to do with what happened last show but it’s mainly because of what I didn’t do… It was supposed to be MY NIGHT… Finally after losing my conquest championship in a match where I didn’t get pinned I was finally put into a main event spot where I had a chance to get my title back. I had everything going for me. The spotlight was on me and I could have proved I was better than Luther Thunder. In the end he did beat me but I can’t take that lost that well. I lost for all the wrong reasons…
Kate is fired up as she speaks more.
Kate: I didn’t even come through to give my fans a promo that week and that really cuts me deep. Maybe I was frozen by the pressure and it had been a while since I was in that position but what I don’t appreciate is being patronized by others. Luther can get all happy saying how his woman was overly excited because of how he took out a veteran. FUCK THAT… I am not one to just take a lick and walk away. Hell I remember when I tried to stand up to Ursula… She beat the living shit out of me but the biggest take away is that I lived to tell the tale. You can’t kill me and I will rise again. I felt like I let England down and my country seems to have been doing a lot of that lately with what happened in football… Guess what, this woman doesn’t stay down. When she seems down and out she gets back up and she keeps on fighting. I know I am a champion caliber of talent and I won’t be held down, especially not by a Thunder…
Kate is even more passionate as she speaks more.
Kate: I remember in one company I was in over 5 years ago my final match there was against a Thunder. It happened to be Luther’s sister and it’s something that still haunts me to this very day. It’s the first time that I EVER submitted in a wrestling match and I won’t go down like that. My last shades of greatness won't be losing to a Thunder in a match where I wasn’t pinned and then following up by losing to Thunder in short fashion. That’s not what being a Siren is about. I am a mythological beast and as a Siren it’s my job to sing my song for all to hear. To those that actually listen to my song they will follow it and eventually get lead to their demise. That’s what it’s meant to be SHIPWRECKED… They sink like a ship and they know I am for serious. That is what I am after and it’s time to change the narrative on what people think of me and showcase who exactly the fuck I am. That message starts with what I am doing tonight in the ring.
Kate is even more passionate as she speaks some more.
Kate: We go from being in the main event to being in the undercard… .It’s a bunch of bloody nonsense but if I must I will prove that I belong on top and I will get what I want. That message of proving myself and showcasing that I am as good as I say and it starts with me going through Bruiser Maguire… You heard me right… I didn’t say I was going to win, I didn’t say I was going to beat her BUT I AM GOING TO GO THROUGH A BITCH!!!! She definitely has me beat in the size department. She is definitely bigger than me and a lot stronger but I will break her down with my technical ability. I plan to wear the Bitch down and she isn’t going to know what hit her… The only way this could end is if I put her to sleep with my Triangle Choke or maybe I take an arm with my arm bar. Either way though it’s all about submissions and getting a definitive win to my career. It’s about pushing forward and going on to something better and bigger.
Kate takes a deep breath as she speaks more.
Kate: I know that she is tough though. After all she is a member of the Shield Maidens and from what I seen every company they wrestle at they are instantly a big fucking threat. They steal the scene and are always front and center. It might sound sick but that’s what I like. I love being in the ring with people who could break me in one go… What happened with Luther won’t ever happen again. I refuse to be insulted and I definitely refuse to put up that type of showing to all of the fans that came to see me. By beating Maguire, I am going to make a statement that I should always be heavily featured in whatever match. You might see me as nothing more than a punk rocker but I am much more than that. I am a great wrestler, and the entire world will see why after this show. So bring it Maguire… Give me everything you got but I just have a feeling it won’t be enough. I will leave you SHIPWRECKED… Especially if you give this Siren a chance to sing ....”
With that Kate angrily looks into the camera as she begins to walk away completely fired up for her match tonight.
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to find Becca “Bruiser” Maguire making her way to the gorilla position ahead of her match. She has her signature snarl plastered across her face as she catches the camera on her.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Oi?! Ya’ll wanna fuckin’ see what a woman continuin’ on a warpath looks like?! Well then watch what I fuckin’ do to Kate Steele right now!
Maguire then shoves her hand into the camera forcing us to cut elsewhere.
Koss: Strong words by both women. Let’s see who can back it up!
Spazz: I don’t know, felt like one of ‘em kinda’ phoned this shit in.
Koss: Who’s that?
Spazz: I ain’t getting my ass kicked tonight yo!
-BRUISER MAGUIRE-VS-KATE STEELE-
The match begins with a few insults traded back and forth until Kate unloads a hard right hand, prompting Bruiser to rock her right back! The two trade blows with Bruiser quickly driving Kate back into a corner. There, Bruiser unloads on her torso like a punching bag before grabbing the head, rearing back and hitting a wicked punch that drops Kate to a seat in the corner. Bruiser backs up, arms spread out, only to blast back at her, only for Kate to throw a boot up, hitting her in the mid section. Bruiser stumbles back as Kate pulls herself up onto the second rope and springs off with a dropkick to the chest, rocking her off her feet! Kate backs into the ropes, snaps off and comes back hard at Becca with a FLOAT-OVER NECKBREAKER and a quick pin! 1-2-KICKOUT!!!
Kate gets thrown off but rolls right to her feet. Bruiser gets to her feet and Kate springboards at her with a cross-body block. She’s back on her feet, hitting the ropes as Becca gets back to her feet. Bruiser drops down, Kate running over her, hops up, Kate returns but ducks a lairat, hits the ropes, comes back again and right into a side grapple, but Kate Tilt-a-whirls but Bruiser counters it and brings her down with a wicked sideslam! BOOM and cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRRE-KICKOUT!!! Kate rolls a shoulder up!
Both are on their feet, Bruiser taking Kate by her top and yanking her into a front facelock. Kate escapes the hold, taking the arm and twisting it into a side wristlock, then pulls her onto her shoulder and right into THE PUNK DRIVER! She covers Bruiser for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER: KATE STEELE!!!
Koss: Kate Steele takes home the Double U tonight!!!
Spazz: She came out like she was on straight fire! Bruiser got some good shots in, but that was the Kate Steele of the Punk days up in here.
Koss: We’ll see if she can keep that momentum up!
SEGMENT
We head backstage where CCM is standing by, wearing his all new black ring gear he alluded to on social media, no UK related branding, the only decal is the letters CCM in gold print on the back of his trunks (which we see as he does a slow twirl) and the same on the lapel of his entrance jacket. He smiles at the camera.
CCM: You know, the fans of Southern Rebellion Wrestling, don’t tend to like me very much...
Sure enough, we hear boos from inside the arena where the live feed is being transmitted on the screen, and a small “CCM SUCKS” chant starts up. The Brit grins, letting it die down before continuing.
CCM: Right on cue, that’s why I love you guys. But yes, I am not exactly Mr. Popular around these parts. But tonight as I go one on one against CODA, with a shot at the Ultimate Conquest Championship on the line, I would like to clear up a few misconceptions about me, for the benefit of my esteemed opponent. She said she hoped there would be no disrespect from me to her, and I shall tell you all what I told her. For me, disrespect is earned. I actually have a lot of time for CODA, she is a fantastically tough and resilient competitor, to whom I bear no ill will of any kind. People may have seen my back and forth dialogue with our erstwhile Ultimate Conquest Champion, and perhaps some may see me as the villain of the piece. Always getting in his business, screwing with his matches, cheating him out of wins. And yes... I have done all those things. But here we learn the first lesson about me CODA... is that I will treat any opponent with the same level of respect that they treat me.
He shakes his head.
CCM: Luther Thunder belittled me from the moment we walked through these doors for the first time. The first two male talents signed by an all female promotion. We faced off in our debut match against each other, and I won. He then proceeded to beat up my dad in the parking lot, I later found out, and thus began the cycle of retaliation. I beat him for the title, he won it back, and I’ve been trying to get him to lose it ever since. Because he hurt something near and dear to me when he attacked my father, who is in his sixties by the way. So I wanted to take something back, an eye for an eye. And I would never be classless enough to attack his wife. So the next best thing was his championship. But damn that Dutch dumpsterfire... he’s clung onto that thing one way or another, and I’m about tired of playing this damn game. Which is why I’ve offered him a peace treaty on the return show of Fury Road; and then, if both he and I do win tonight, we can have the blowoff match and both move on... and if not, I’ll leave him in your no doubt capable hands. You see, this is the second thing I want you to know CODA, I am a smart man, and while I may be persistent, I am prepared to accept when it’s time to stop. I know when I’m beaten.
He grins.
CCM: As for the third thing... well, I’m not sure how this ties into your views of disrespect, but please, hear me out. I am the kinda guy who does whatever it takes to win. And when I say whatever it takes, I mean... WHATEVER IT TAKES. For me, to do any less would be disrespectful to my opponents. If I have to use the ropes, fine. Pull the tights, fine. Hit you with a tire iron I slid in my boot while my dad distracts the referee? Sure. Some consider it disgusting, despicable; I prefer to use such words for people who are racists, online social media abusers and the like, as I alluded to on social media earlier this week... but hey. Some people consider the things I do in that ring heinous. Maybe you do to, CODA. I cannot speak for you, obviously. But I will give you my marked assurance that tonight, I will not change my ways because these numbnuts in the crowd or perhaps even you frown upon the way I do business. No. CODA. I will do WHATEVER IT TAKES to win this match. Because in my logic, and twisted logic some may say it is... you have earned that right. You are a very tough competitor, you will give me all I can handle, perhaps more than I can handle? So I want to put one last thought in your mind, a little factoid about me that I think may prove insightful. We fight tonight. And let’s say I win in what some may call... “underhanded” ways, tight pull, cheap shot, low blow, the possibilities are endless. In that moment, you may feel many things. Anger, frustration, indignation. You may look up at me with my arm raised, and your internal dialogue is screaming “HE CHEATED! HE HAD TO CHEAT TO BEAT ME!”
CCM steps towards the camera, leaning in with a gleam in his eyes.
CCM: Yeah, in that moment... I had to cheat to beat you. And for someone like me, CODA... that is the purest form of respect that I can ever give to you. I’ll see you in the ring.
He walks away, as we head back to ringside.
SEGMENT
The broadcast cuts to a low angled stylized snippet of video that depicts a pale woman with a sports bra and buckled arm guards over fingerless grappling gloves doing pushups with blue nail polish on her fingers. A swipe transition features the same woman doing deep lunges with a large visible mass of dark bruises on the right side of her well-toned abs. Next, another stylized angle shows her stretching her wiry, muscular arm forward with her other arm folded over her chest. The definition of her body is easily visible, along with the wear and tear on her otherwise flawless skin. When the swipe transition happens again, she stares forward with a listless look in her cold black eyes.
Coda: At Hail The Apocalypse one month ago, I failed.
Her words are slightly monotone, a breathy high pitch to her voice.
Coda: The woman I used to call my protégé is now the current Hardcore Champion, and while I am proud of her, I remain disappointed in myself. With each loss, each public humiliation, I allow upcoming opponents to care less. How can I test my mettle when no one gives me the exhilarating matchups I desire? How can I show my strength if not against the best this promotion offers at their peak performance?! How can I—?!
She pauses, stopping herself with an extended index finger towards the camera.
Coda: Allow me to be clear: I do not crave power for power’s sake, nor do I intend to spread a dogmatic message with the intent to change SRW and the wrestling world at large. Those are foolish endeavors that have historically ended in catastrophic failure. I grew up powerless. Weak. Dependant. I did not even know the English language when we moved to the United States, yet I needed to learn. I became self-sufficient. I earned the paycheck I received each week. I grow stronger mentally, physically, and emotionally each time I step into the ring, whether I win or lose, and the path to the next peak cuts right through CCM and his father, Winston Dyson-Millar.
Frustration written on her face, The Pint-Sized Kaiju starts to pace the hallway with her head down, brown hair covering her dark hues.
Coda: Show me that killer instinct, not the respectful bow of complacency! Push me to the brink of death, the edge of consciousness! Earn the Ultimate Conquest Championship you wanted for your whole SRW career, and utterly decimate Luther Thunder slash Kendrick Kross in my name! Refuse to be good enough, and I will be disappointed in you.
She says the encouraging words with a hint of disgust at the end as if CCM’s failure would be a direct insult to her in some way.
Coda: You have so much potential, CCM. Unleash it, or do not bother showing up.
Finally, her grave expression shifts to a cutesy grin.
Coda: When you are ready, step into the battlefield. You have a MultiUniversal Monster to fight tonight. 행운을 빕니다! 당신은 그것을 필요로 할 것입니다!
She waves happily as Savage Live continues.
Spazz: Coda’s bomb as fuck dawg. She’s been killing it everywhere she’s gone lately!
Koss: CCM and Coda are looking very game tonight. I have a sneaking suspicion that this match is going to blow people away with the caliber of competition and passion on display here.
ULTIMATE CONQUEST NO.1 CONTENDER MATCH
-CCM-VS-CODA
-CCM-VS-CODA
CCM openly mocks Coda at the start of the match and is largely ignored as she circles him, eyes practically boring into his soul with intensity. The two close the gap and he goes for a fake out to an eye poke, but Coda catches his wrist and twists it. CCM flips forward to take the tension off and pulls her in, but she checks him with a hard forearm, followed by a fireman’s carry and gutbuster, getting a nice OOooooh from ye’ old crowd! He thrashes a bit, clutching his guts and rolling onto his knee. SYMPHONIC KNEE misses as he bends back to avoid it. He taps his temple with a smug smirk only to get kicked in the back of the head! Coda pulls him into a rear facelock, but with a kick of his leg, CCM flips his lower body up and drives a knee into Coda’s forehead! She releases him, staggering back with a shake of her head!
He rolls to a stand and rushes her with a surprise blitz. A hard knee lift, a forearm strike, and a hard backhand precedes the MILLIARIAT!!! Off her feet she’s rocked, and CCM falls across her taking both legs for the pin! ONE! TWO! TTTHH-KICKOUT!!!!
CCM slaps the mat and gathers up his stunned foe and slings her to the ropes, then runs after her. Coda hooks her arms in the ropes only to be clotheslined up and over them to the outside! CCM then grips the ropes and slingshots himself over the top for a body splash that drives her to the floor! He gets to his feet with a little fist pump, then takes Coda and rams her forehead into the apron, then hurls her into a guard rail. A few fans in the front row boo, so he steals a beer from one, takes a drink, and then dumps the rest on her head while laughing!
CCM: HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?!!!
When more boos sound, he rears his foot back to stomp on Coda, only to get his foot caught! Coda rises and pulls him into a kick to the head followed by a snap spinebuster!!! She then gathers him up and slams his head into a steel post, followed up with a backdrop on the apron! CCM’s back arches in pain and that’s when WMD finally moves in as a distraction. Coda is having none of it, however, scooping the tall manager up with great effort and dropping him with a less than fluid Michinoku Driver!!! The crowd gives a huge pop at the impressive display of strength!
Crowd: PINT SIZE KAIJU!!!! PSK!!! PINT SIZE KAIJU!!! PSK!!!! PINT SIZE KAAAIIIJJJUUU!!! PSK!!!
She fails to notice CCM reaching through the ropes to grab her hair and hoist her up by it! She grips at his wrist kicking her legs until they find the apron. A back elbow follows, staggering him and then she hits THE OVERTURE CROSS ARMBREAKER OVER THE ROPES!!! CCM screams in pain, slapping at his shoulder, but the move is only held for a standing 5 count, Coda releasing to avoid DQ! CCM staggers away, clutching at his brutally torqued elbow. He turns just in time for THE CRESCENDO DDT!!! He pops up on impact to a full stand, only to teeter and fall over like a chopped tree!
It doesn’t quite kill him off, much to her chargrin. Double C to the M holds his head as he crawls towards a corner. He pulls himself as Coda sets up in the opposite corner. He gets up and turns but she’s already charging forward at full speed… SYMPHONIC ELBOW-NO!!! CCM throws a boot into her chest! Coda lands on her feet, gritting her teeth. CCM pushes himself onto the top but before he can take flight, Coda recovers, rushes him, lifts him up on the top rope and delivers THE MAGNUM OPUS DVD OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!
With a bone jarring impact, CCM is rocked and Coda, clearly in pain as well from the move, hooks his legs for the pin!! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHRREE!!!
WINNER: CODA!!!!
Spazz: WHAT’D I SAY?! BOMB AS FUCK!!!!
Koss: Coda and CCM just put on a right clinic in that ring and put the world on notice! That was a highly kinetic and impactful match with two very talented wrestlers. This simply cannot be the last time these two face off!
Spazz: No shit. CCM brought it! Coda brought it! But PSK won it! He’ll be back to even the score, you just watch!
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, the SRW Hardcore Champion! Killer Carter!
The camera pans out to reveal the behemoth known as Killer Carter standing beside the interviewer, towering over him as she proudly wears her Hardcore Championship over her shoulder.
Monty Proust: Carter… you were successful in your first defense of your Hardcore Championship against Halo and now tonight, you find yourself defending it against Akako Ogawa. How do you feel about that upcoming match tonight?
Killer Carter: I’m looking forward to the challenge. I know how great and how tough Ogawa is. She’s got a fierce mean streak… which she’s gonna need when she steps into the ring with me tonight. I don’t expect an easy defense… but that’s the way it should be. Anyone who steps up to try and take this away from me… they should be the best of the best… and Ogawa is definitely one of those people.
KC now turns her attention to the camera.
Killer Carter: I have a lot of respect for you Ogawa… but like I said two weeks ago to Halo… I plan on holding this championship for a VERY long time. So bring me all you’ve got… because it STILL won’t be enough for you to dethrone me and take this Hardcore Championship away from me! Welcome to the Gun Show!
Carter then winks and flexes her muscles before she disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Koss: Killer Carter setting the tone for this match with that imposing frame and strong words.
Spazz: With some spit shine and polish, she could take on the likes of Ursula Von Rossbach.
Koss: Indeed. Killer Carter vs Akako Ogawa for the Hardcore Championship, coming up next!
-HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-KILLER CARTER (C)-VS-AKAKO OGAWA-
-KILLER CARTER (C)-VS-AKAKO OGAWA-
The match opens with Akako blasting Carter with a barbwire wrapped, stuffed rabbit that makes a much more weighty and heavy impact that one would think it should! Ogawa tears into the Killer, battering her in her stunned state, driving stiff knees and forearms into the woman’s head, driving her back and even busting her open rather quickly! It’s a brutal exchange, but Carter manages to come back on an Irish whip being reversed into a back elbow and a two-handed Chokebomb!!!
Killer sets up, Akako gets to her feet… SPEAR followed by a JACKHAMMER!!! ONE! TWO!!! THHHHRRREE!!
WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: KILLER CARTER!!!
Spazz: HOLY FUCK!!!
Koss: Carter came, Ogawa saw, and Carter conquered!
Spazz: That was short and brutal dawg. Speared her right out of her boots and Jackhammered her damn near through the canvas!
Koss: We have to go to commercial but after we come back, it’ll be Gabi Carbajal versus Maja Lindstrom!
COMMERCIAL
Koss: aaaaand we’re back!!!!
Spazz: Got competitors in the ring! Let’s get that bell hammered and match going!
-GABI CARBAJAL-VS-MAJA LINDSTROM-
As the two circle one another, the lights suddenly cut out in the Arena. When they come back on, ISCARIOT AND THE COVENANT ARE IN THE RING!!!! The Countess, Lilith, and Amara viciously assault Gabi and Maja, beating them brutally in the ring with vicious, barbed wire wrapped, gnarled wood staves. The DreadLord of the Dead stands in the middle, hands out at his sides and head tilted back and eyes closed as if basking in the violence and bloodshed! The crowd is booing in uproar while the referee had already dove out of the ring, motioning for security and the bell!
MATCH RESULT: NO CONTEST DUE TO INTERFERENCE!
“UNFORGIVEN” by Sevendust sounds over the PA system as Ursula Von Rossbach steps out, dressed in leather, championship gold, and an evil scowl on her face. Gabi and Maja are pushed out of the ring as Asmodeus steps back with a wicked grin, beckoning her forth. She gets two steps forward before…
“START A RIOT” by HellYeah plays over the PA and out steps most of the Shieldmaidens behind her: Bullet, Bandit, Psycho, a still bloodied Killer, and Bruiser. The only non-Shield Maiden out there is Halo who looks incredibly pissed at this point. Ursula looking over her shoulder as if surprised. She gives a nod, then raises her fist in the air to lead the charge. They hit the ring, weapons are raised and just as shots are about to exchange, the lights go out, and then come back on. The Covenant are gone….
Ursula kicks at the ropes in anger as the SMC Riot Group takes care of the wounded wrestlers at ringside. The Lady Terminator is seething as she joints the group as they assist Gabi and Maja to the back.
Koss: How disgusting! The Covenant struck again, potentially ending two more careers in SRW!!!
Spazz: But Ursula leading out the Shieldmaidens like that? Fucking SICK. I would not wanna’ fight that army!
Koss: No, I imagine no one would.
Spazz: Demonic fucks versus badass Biker bitches…. Sounds like the most badass B-Movie of the week yo!
Koss: We’re taking a commercial break to clean up the ring and reset. We apologize for the inconvenience!
COMMERCIAL
-TRACY DIXON-VS-BIANCA DAVIS-
Kicking things off, an enraged Tracy Dixon chases Bianca Davis to the ropes, the Queen B holding a hand as she stands halfway between them, forcing the Referee to back her off. This is repeated once, twice, but on the third time, Tracy forces herself through only to get clawed in the eye! This is followed by her diving forward, taking one of Tracy’s legs out from under her and forcing her to drop onto one knee. Bianca then executes a hair pull back breaker followed by a pin on the chest that becomes a foot choke on Tracy’s throat!
She relinquishes on a five count from the ref, backing up only to kick Tracy in the back of the head as she sits up. Bianca then repeatedly stomps on Tracy as she rolls onto her hands and knees. She laughs and mocks her with the crowd booing her big time, but she doesn’t care. The Queen B feels on top of the world right now as she drops across Tracy’s back and locks her into a grounded sleeper hold!
Tracy reaches for the ropes, dragging both herself and Bianca inch by agonizing inch, fading the entire length of the way! She reaches for the rope but outside the ring, Bianca’s Underling is waiting to pull the bottom rope back! This angers Tracy and while the referee issues the warning to Underling to back off, Tracy fights to her feet, oxygen fading as she grips one of Bianca’s legs wrapped around her, gripps the back of her head and then drops with an improvised Package Stunner! The hold is broken and Bianca flies off of Tracy’s back, clutching her jaw while rolling around and kicking her legs!
Bianca fights to her feet, stumbling and definitely feeling the stunner. She tries to run but on spaghetti legs, she doesn’t get too far before Tracy catches her by the hair and pulls her in for a big MOONSHINE MAKEOVER!!! Bianca pops up and flops flat on her back near the ropes. Tracy makes the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTH-UNDERLING PUTS TRACY’S FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!
Of course the referee doesn’t see it, only hearing Underling screaming emphatically that Tracy tried to cheat! The pin is broken and Tracy is promptly arguing with the referee, trying to keep him from disqualifying her. It’s then that he notices a wrench in her boot. Underling had put a wrench inside of her boot as well!!!
She pulls it out, holding it up and yelling to the man, “THIS AIN’T MY WRENCH!!!!”
He doesn’t buy it and motions for the bell!
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: BIANCA DAVIS!!!
Bianca rolls out of the ring, laughing maniacally while tapping her temple and then high-fiving Underling for a job well done! Tracy hurls the wrench to the canvas hard enough to send it bouncing straight to the floor outside.
Spazz: You hear those fans? They’re all up in that “Fuck this” sentiment, yo!
Koss: They are not happy at all. Bianca Davis steals another win!
Spazz: I mean hook or crook sometimes.
SEGMENT
What a show that had been going on already for Savage. The matches had been kick ass all night, so far, and more amazing matches were set to come. Backstage faded in on Jonna and Jamie Austin who were set and ready to go in their ring gear. The twin sisters were doing a bit of light stretching, getting warmed up for the number 1 contendership match against the Riot Group and a bit of a, to them at least, rematch against The Socialites. The sisters hadn’t forgotten how their match had ended against the other set of sisters, but they also knew that their focus couldn’t only be on the Page sisters.
Jamie Austin: We’re going against a pair of Shield Maidens...we can’t let our guard down by any means. It doesn’t help that The Socialites are involved in the match too. We have to keep an eye on them.
Jonna Austin: Who in the Hell are you telling about those two bottle blonde pieces of trash?! You’re not the one that got sprayed in the damn eyes with whatever that crap was!
Jamie sighed as she shook her head at her sister’s miniature outburst. She knew that her sister was still salty over the way the match ended a couple of weeks ago, and she didn’t blame her one bit. However, if her sister stayed in that frame of mind, then they had already lost the match.
Jamie Austin: Do you want a chance at the tag titles? Do you want to be the team to dethrone the newest champions?
Jonna Austin: You know damn well that I do, Jamie.
Jamie Austin: Then focus! If you get the chance to take down one of the Page sisters then have at it! But don’t do it at the expense of the match! You can’t take your focus off of Bandit or Bullet!
Jonna Austin: Well no shit, Sherlock. They were just unseated as the tag team champions...plus the whole Shield Maidens thing. Those are some bad bitches that I would never want to piss off. If I get my hands on one of the Pages though, you can bet I’ll be ending the match by ending them. I’m not done with either one of them by a long shot.
Jamie Austin: Fine. And if neither them nor us wins this match, especially if we don’t win because of them, we can go after them and get the real revenge that you’re wanting after a couple of weeks ago. How does that sound?
Jonna nodded in agreement which caused Jamie to let out a small sigh of relief. The scene faded as the sisters went back to stretching but also continued to discuss the match, and presumably, some kind of strategy for the triple threat.
Spazz: That Joanna chick is tall, might be taller than the Queen herself!
Koss: She is a big woman but this Tag Team has a huge opportunity. A triple Threat Tag Team Match that could shoot them to the front of the line against the Tag Team Champions themselves, The Skillz Vendorz!
TAG TEAM NO.1 CONTENDER MATCH
-RIOT GROUP-VS-SOCIALITES-VS-TWIN SNAKES-
-RIOT GROUP-VS-SOCIALITES-VS-TWIN SNAKES-
The match begins with Bullet, Vanessa Page, and Joanna Austin as the legal competitors in the ring. Bullet rushes at the 6’ 2” Joanna, ducking a grapple and hitting the ropes. She hits a baseball slide underneath her to pop up with a forearm smash to Vanessa, then moves in behind Joanna with a rear waistlock but the big woman powers out of the of Bullet’s grasp, taking her arms and twisting them around to pull her into a Sitout Sideslam! Vanessa tags in Diamond who rushes in as Joanna hops to her feet to blister her with a chest chop and a few hard slaps. Joanna responds with a boot to the chest to rock her back. Bullet rushes in with the SWEATING BULLETS COMBO!!!! The final right cross drops Joanna to one knee and just as Bandit looks to finish the job, Diamond hits THE PRINCESS KICK on Bullet, rocking her world! Before she can make the pin, however, Bandit hops the ropes with a flying clothesline takedown! Jamie Austin and Vanessa enter the ring at the same time and soon a huge brawl breaks out between all the competitors still up and standing Joanna ends up throwing Vanessa out of the ring shortly after. In the midst of the chaos, Diamond tries to pin Bandit but it’s broken up by Jamie and Jamie and Joanna gather up Diamond and Jamie hits The G2 STUNNER!!! Then Joanna hits the G2 STUNNER as well, rocking Diamond off her feet!!! Joanna makes the cover, Bandit tries to slide in but Jamie dives through the ropes to keep her from breaking it up! Bullet stirs but it’s too little, too late… ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
WINNERS BY PINFALL: THE TWIN SNAKES!!!
Spazz: TWIN SNAKES, FOR THE MOFUGGIN’ WIN!!!!
Koss: Still early in their SRW tenure but that was certainly one hell of a way to prove they’ve got what it takes!
Spazz: The Socialites and SMC Riot Group are both very game, one being ruthless as fuck and the other being badass as fuck!
Koss: Their ultimate test will come up when they face the Tag Champions at the upcoming PPV, To Be Decided!
SEGMENT
We are backstage at the world renown Rebel Star Arena in the beautiful Rome, Georgia with the ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION Luther Thunder and his darling with Esme by his side. The champ ready to compete, looking statuesque and something truly to marvel at with the coveted championship draped over his shoulder and the delicate little flower known as the eighteen wheeler by his side. If there ever was a power couple in this division it had to be these two.
Esme looks into the camera, narrowing her eyes a little before speaking.
Esme: So here we are again. Savage Live, one of the premier wrestling shows out there, and once more, my husband is front and center, in the main event, putting his championship on the line; ever the workhorse of this company, carrying the burdens of Melinda Rhodes’ great company on his back as Atlas carried this very world on his. Such feats, such great victories, such an epic body of work one would think would go noticed and appreciated by the card-carrying members of this roster, but alas, this does not seem to be the case, judging by the relevant tweets (and there were two) of the latest hopeful on this week’s exciting episode of “Are You Tougher Than The Ultimate Conquest Champion?” Now I never give spoilers as you know, so I’m not giving away the answer to this, but what you are NOT, Mr. Kross, is smarter than my husband. In fact, you are not smarter than a fifth grader; and now you all nodded and see how I foreshadowed that with my little TV joke reference before. Gotcha. Moving on.
She grins.
Esme: You see Mr. Kross, while I do have a certain level of admiration for people who are assured and have a high amount of self-belief, the way you dismissed my husband doesn’t make you look headstrong, it makes you look like a brainless buffoon. You don’t look at my husband’s body of work, what he has done to both unify and elevate this championship over months and months, and just dismiss him as another hurdle. No, Mr. Kross, this makes you look arrogant and foolish. I did at least hope, when you told my husband that you were not going to watch your words that you might have some interesting things to say, but... well, nobody in the world has watched your words in regards to my husband, Mr. Kross, because you have had literally nothing to say after those tweets. You are, and judging from conduct I’ve seen from you here and in other companies I am sure you are used to hearing this... A MASSIVE DISAPPOINTMENT. Let me make something ABUNDANTLY clear, Mr. Kross. People like you, who hop around from promotion to promotion, you are journeymen, mercenaries. You wanna get paid, you fight, win a belt if you’re lucky and on to the next town. That is all well and good Mr. Kross, to each their own, but my husband does things a bit differently. My husband doesn’t up sticks. He builds legacies, truly amazing legacies, staying in promotions for two years, five years, ten years! Like you, he travels to many places, but in ever promotion he serves in, those fans cheer and remember his name, they buy tickets to see HIM on the card, because he doesn’t just do this for a paycheck, he is not a hired gun, he is a COMPANY MAN. Promoters know, and I’m sure Melinda Rhodes would tell you as such; when you pen that contract with Luther Thunder, you just made the smartest business decision of your life, because he will treat your fans to exciting matches, he will elevate your championships and your entire roster, and he will continue to do that year on year on year. The simple fact that you would even come at someone like Luther on this angle shows to me that you don’t know the first thing about him, the work he has done in this company, or the championship you are competing for, a championship which LUTHER THUNDER has forged the legacy of from the ground up to the FREAKIN’ STRATOSPHERE. Now I know these issues are settled in the ring, but as if my husband needed any extra spice or motivation... a championship he has bled for, cried for, built off his own labors, his own strife... in Southern Rebellion Wrestling, this championship IS the legacy of Luther Thunder. It is SYNONYMOUS with him. For it to end up in the hands of a stupid, ignorant, uncaring mercenary NOBODY like you would literally undermine not only Luther’s work, and that championship, but the very fabric of this company as a whole. So bring your self-assured, cool gunslinger ass to the ring, please Mr. Kross... and do try take this championship belt from my husband’s possession. I must warn you, however, that many better men and women than yourself have already tried and failed to do just that.
A cool and collected Luther gestures at his wife and smiles.
Luther: Isn’t she something, brains, looks and gift of the gab. There is nothing my wife has that anyone else could match. I’d rather wrestle her for this championship tonight to be honest. Give the fans something worthy of a main event, but alas since she’s not a competitor and I’m sure Kendrick had every friend and relative from near and far to purchase a seat to witness his big night. I’d hate for Melinda Rhodes to have to issue refunds for the handful of family members and possible acquaintances who would be upset, we’ll go with the regularly scheduled programming instead. Now Kendrick, I’ve seen you around here and there, to say that you are someone who’s been around the block a few times would be fitting but for the life of me I can’t really remember a single moment that stands out about your career that I have witnessed. Maybe I’ve gotten banged up now and then got knocked in the head enough that I forgot the pinnacle of your success and if so I apologize wholeheartedly. However going by my recollection you’ve faced some memorable names in multiple organizations and usually you are most visible going into matches, you know when you are making these promises of just how you are set to put a hurt into someone, beating this, kicking that and whatever. Usual banter, right? Except when the bell rings, when the matches actually DO happen it seems like you are the one receiving a beating and then..poof you kinda just slink away only to pop up again somewhere else. Like a whack-a-mole only to get bashed back to your hidey hole.
He seems genuinely confused looking at Esme who shakes her head and shrugs as Luther goes on.
Luther: Now with all that aside, going into our match. I wanted to look past that, you know be the better man and all. I had figured we all slip up now and then, lord knows I’ve taken a few fumbles and tumbles during my years it happens. Maybe these people talking smack about you were just that, people who enjoyed talking smack or believed someone else’s narrative over the truth. So I wanted to give you a fair shake, figured you MUST HAVE done some good somewhere to deserve to not just challenge for a championship but being in the Main Event in the greatest damn wrestling show that ever graced Rome with it’s presence. Then you come at me with such cocky, braggadocious attitude as if you’d just waltz in take MY Ultimate Conquest Championship and skip your merry way home and I wouldn’t as much as blink at you. Telling me to say my goodbyes to the championship and just blatantly insulting my presence I figured maybe just maybe you have me confused with some of your previous opponents who talk trash and beat their opponents to the ground before the match is even on so I gave you a pass a friendly advice even and you chose to not ignore that but you threw it in my face, outright disrespecting me as a competitor and as a man. You made the conscious decision to paint yourself into a corner where you would have exactly two choices: fight your way out and hope to escape with your consciousness and MAYBE the championship if you got lucky or curl up and wait for the hits and kicks to stop hoping you won’t need to get stretchered out of the Rebel Star Arena..are you proud of yourself now Kendrick?
Esme looks like she wants to say something seeing the glare in Luther’s eyes she just puts a hand on his neck, he takes a breather forces a smile on his face and goes on.
Luther: I am not as bad as my reputation may make it seem like Kendrick, I take no joy in the things I must say or the deeds I do in the ring to my opponents. Far be it from me to be that jerk who kicks a guy when he’s down. I hate it, I hate everything about it but when you choose to take this route with me, to disrespect my hard work, my dedication to Southern Rebellion Wrestling and every single opponent who has come for this championship before you, placing yourself above them..I’d expect you to at the very least have the track record to back just bullshit bravado with.
Esme seems shocked as Luther gazes down.
Luther: sorry, shouldn’t speak like that of a fellow competitor a brother of the squared circle. However Kendrick this is the situation you have gotten yourself into now. I could have been civil, treated you like an equal and not gone to such horrendous things of your no doubt storied career. I wanted to come out here tonight in front of the fine people of Rome Georgia and all of the SRW fans globally and say nice things about you, talk of your success and how I am expecting an equal and competitive match out of you and guaranteeing a show stealing Main Event, but I cannot tell a lie Kendrick. I can not, will not lie to the fans and claim that I can say with a clear conscience that I am looking forward to this match with you, you know why? Because it seems like you could take or leave this match. This is a TITLE MATCH Kendrick, I don’t know what exactly made you so high and mighty that these are thrown at you in such succession that you can just shrug and apparently ignore this one? Are you honestly such a big time success story that a Main Event at Savage Live is not worth your precious time? You are revolting good sir, It disgusts me to think how many people on this very roster would damn near kill to be in the position you are at and yet for some reason..you are the one who gets the shot. Just on our last show there were a lot of people assaulted, brutally attacked roster members and even Melinda Rhodes herself! They would be lucky just to be here in the arena tonight and..and then there’s you Kendrick who values this opportunity less than the time it took you to spit out a pair of tweets.
Esme: Indeed. And rest assured Ms. Rhodes, should the time come to batten down the hatches and fight on the battlefield against a common enemy, my husband will be right there on the front lines, leading this roster as he has on so many occasions by example. I’d say we look forward to Mr. Kross joining us in that battle, however...
She leans in, a knowing smile on her face.
Esme: I think we all know he’ll be far out of town by then, now don’t we?
On that note, she turns to her husband, patting his championship belt before we head back to ringside.
Spazz: Here we are at the main event! THIS IS WHAT YOUS GUYS AND CHICKS CAME FOR!!!
Koss: Luther Thunder has been defending the Ultimate Conquest Championship for a long time and if not for an interruption at the hands of CCM some time back, he’d be the second longest reigning champion in SRW.
Spazz: He deffo got robbed of that distinction, but you can always make up lost ground, yo!
MAIN EVENT
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
The match begins with Double K not even bothering for a tie up, instead rushing in with several rapid fire kicks to Luther’s right knee, battering it but staying just out of the big man’s effective reach. He hits and backs off, hits and backs off. Sometimes Luther lunges forward, but the lighter, faster Kendrick runs circles around him, attacking his knees over and over. Luther buckles on one of the shots dropping down and giving Double K the opening to ram piston knee shots into his head. Luther falls through the ropes, hooking an arm to keep from going to the outside. The ref makes Kendrick back off, the aggressive fighter mocking him over and over, shouting things such as, “I’M CONQUERING THE CONQUEROR!!!”
Luther pulls himself through the ropes and Kendrick rushes in for more kicks to the leg only for Luther to throw a boot into his gut, followed by an uppercut to the jaw that sends Kendrick falling back! Without thinking, he fires a quick round house kick but the form is poor, allowing Luther to block the hit and pull him in for a SPINNING SPINEBUSTER!!!!
Luther flexes his arms with a roar, then gathers a stunned Kendrick up and boots him in the gut, pulls him in and hits THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES! The thundering impact has Kendrick staring up with glassy eyes at the arena lights. Luther falls across him and it’s 1-2-3!!!
WINNER AND STILL ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Luther: *shouting* I AM THE CONQUEROR BITCH!
He hoists his belt up in the air with a proud smile. Esme joins him in the ring to celebrate.
Koss: DOM-IN-ATION! Kendrick Kross had a good strategy but didn’t count on Luther Thunder’s rage in this one!
Spazz: You cannot go into a fight with a monster like Luther “Fucking” Thunder and think yous gonna’ just bullshit your way through it. Nah nah nah, Double K is gonna’ learn from this shit right here. Luther hits like a freight train and makes you look twice as ugly by the time he’s through.
Koss: That is all the time we have here tonight folks. Tune in for Fury Road next week and until Savage Live, this is Joe Koss and Mike Spazz saying goodnight!
Spazz: SLEEP TIGHT MOFUGGAS!!!!
CREDITS
-LILY WILLIAMS-VS-ISA STORM-
-BRUISER MAGUIRE-VS-KATE STEELE-
-CCM-VS-CODA-
-KILLER CARTER (C)-VS-AKAKO OGAWA-
-GABI CARBAJAL-VS-MAJA LINDSTROM-
NO CONTEST
-TRACY DIXON-VS-BIANCA DAVIS-
-RIOT GROUP-VS-SOCIALITES-VS-TWIN SNAKES-
-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
-LILY WILLIAMS-VS-ISA STORM-
-BRUISER MAGUIRE-VS-KATE STEELE-
-CCM-VS-CODA-
-KILLER CARTER (C)-VS-AKAKO OGAWA-
NO CONTEST
-TRACY DIXON-VS-BIANCA DAVIS-
-RIOT GROUP-VS-SOCIALITES-VS-TWIN SNAKES-
-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
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