Post by Hirata Dokueki on Jul 23, 2021 17:36:53 GMT -7
Fury Road REBORN #1
Armory Ballroom
Macon, Georgia
07/23/2021
BACKSTAGE
She starts to walk by but the camera moves back into position to continue shooting her expectantly.
Halo: Stop…
The camera keeps on and Halo just shoots it a look.
Halo: I’ve had two family members get taken out here lately and another who got fuckin’ murdered this week, not in the mood… I’m gonna go fight Bruiser and then…
She shrugs and starts walking, the camera remaining fixed in its position as she walks on by.
Backstage, the camera finds Halo walking into the arena. She sees it and just shakes her head.
Halo: No… now is just… no…
She starts to walk by but the camera moves back into position to continue shooting her expectantly.
Halo: Stop…
The camera keeps on and Halo just shoots it a look.
Halo: I’ve had two family members get taken out here lately and another who got fuckin’ murdered this week, not in the mood… I’m gonna go fight Bruiser and then…
She shrugs and starts walking, the camera remaining fixed in its position as she walks on by.
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to find Becca “Bruiser” Maguire glaring into the camera with an SRW and Shieldmaidens backdrop behind her. Her snarl, ever present, as she’s dressed to compete ready for her match later on.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: So tonight… here on episode one o’ Fury Road… I find myself in some kind o’ tournament match!
There seems to be venom in her voice, clearly she’s angry and given what’s been going recently, it’s easy to see why.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Ever since I got screwed outta winnin’ the Conquest Championship… I’ve been on a fuckin’ warpath! And aye… I suffered a hiccup in my loss to Kate Steele… but that just pissed me off and motivated me even more!
She scoffs as she shakes her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And after what happened on the last episode o’ Savage?! When those freaks in The Covenant attacked and injured one o’ my Shieldmaiden sisters?! I’m fuckin’ ready to knock a bitch out and then some!
The Shieldmaiden lifts her hood up over her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: So Halo?! Ya’ll better be fuckin’ ready! Coz The Bruiser cometh!
Maguire then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth and makes the M shape with her fingers before disappearing off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Halo VS Becca Maguire
The both of them climb to their corners and use the turnbuckles to pull themselves back to their wobbly legs. Then, both of them step forward to the center of the ring anew, but it’s straight to the fist-fighting! The crowd is on their feet as they sluggishly exchange punches and kicks to the crowd’s delight. Both of them look fatigued, heavily breathing in the first tournament matchup of Fury Road’s rebirth. It’s a stalemate! Both of them seem to have similar ideas simultaneously, backing into their opponent’s corners. The crowd (and B-Brat) is confused, watching with astonishment until the two opponents run at each other with primal screams! Bruiser’s Freedom Punch!! Halo’s Black 13 single leg dropkick!! The both of them are laid out again, the clash loud enough the cheering fans in the cheap seats could hear it! The referee has no choice but to start the double knockout count, but both make it to their feet by the time he reached the number nine.
Unsteady, Halo tries for a second Black 13 single leg dropkick to end it all, but Becca catches her opponent’s foot in her hands! Then, with their eyes locked, Bruiser shoves Halo backward into the ropes to bounce her back and clutch Halo’s arm in one fluid motion. Next, Becca raises her leg to the height of Halo’s head and prepares to fall back for what she calls her Kickstarter inverted stomp facebreaker, but before it’s all over, Halo swings the two around with their arms still linked! Now, caught in a Fujiwara armbar, the Halo bridges to complete her Halo On Fire finisher! And just like that, Becca’s tapping!
WINNER: HALO BY SUBMISSION AT 19 MINUTES & 47 SECONDS!
BACKSTAGE
We are backstage at the world renowned ARMORY BALLROOM in Macon, Georgia where there are all ready set of chairs propped for this occasion, those old timey movie star chairs and the kinds you see directors have on filmsets sometimes, you know what those are like don’t cha well we have a special set of one with Luther other with CCM and a mystery chair in the middle of them with the word “NEGOTIATOR” printed on it bold letters, who could this be? Who is the person who could broker peace between two warring combatants of Souther Rebellion Wrestling the two male stars first of the company who are getting along like Israel and Palestine?! Your guess is as good as ours!
In walks CCM, along with his right hand delegate... his dad, who quickly scoots onto the chair before CCM can.
CCM: Uh... I think the chair’s meant for me, dad.
WMD: Seniority kid, besides, my back’s playing up.
On the other side, Luther walks in, looking a little on edge, with Esme Thunder beside him, giving his shoulders a little rub. Luther adjusts the championship in such a way as to almost palm it right into CCM’s face, before he too sits down.
Esme: Alright, behave you two. The last thing anybody in this crowd wants to see is a fight.
This is obviously not true, and a brief “FIGHT” chants starts up around the arena.
WMD glances over at Luther.
WMD: Really, you drag that thing with you EVERYWHERE don’t you?
The Ultimate Conquest Champion glares at him.
Luther: Watch your tone, you try to insult my wife and I’ll send you to the hospital.
The big Brit stands up eyeing at Luther.
WMD: AGAIN?! What do you think you could do it without sneaking from behind with a bloody bat, for what it’s worth I wasn’t talking about your lil’ missus but this..
He taps the championship on Luther’s shoulder and smirks.
WMD: but hey, if the shoe fits..
Before any bigger shit gets going CCM snatches the now free chair away from his dad and sits down clapping his hands.
CCM: Oi! We negotiating or what?! Because if this stuff isn’t getting on we’ll just have a fight and smash these pretty chairs, GET ON WITH IT!~
Esme: Please, let’s. Though I have my doubts you actually managed to find an independent negotiator who knows what the hell is going on.
CCM beams.
CCM: That’s just the thing! You see, the trouble with these things is that more often than not, the person negotiating has no interest in seeing things resolved. So I appointed someone who has both of our best interests at heart. A certain very close friend of mine, and a woman who I know has a history of being... very close... with Luther here. Please welcome your independent negotiatior... MEREDITH “UNDINE” LEAVENWORTH!
Undine (for it is she) walks in, looking made up well under her actual age of forty. A close friend and former tag champion partner of CCM; back in the day, she used to travel the road with Luther where they had something of a... blossoming friendship. All this before Esme arrived on the scene of course, but while a warm smile may have been plastered on the face of Undine, a sharp scowl had formed upon the visage of one Esme Thunder.
Undine: Thank you Jonathan. Luther! How lovely to see you again, sweetie. You’re looking dapper as ever.
The champ seemed a bit taken back by this adjusting his championship before offering up Undine her chair.
Undine: Good to see married life has not have you lose your manners Luth..
Esme: He is a perfect gentleman alright.
The Welsh Aquablonde chuckles at Esme
Undine: Oh honey, you don’t have to tell me that. I’ve always known him as one, congrats on bagging a keeper..
If looks could kill Meredith Leavenworth would have dropped dead instead Mrs. Thunder just responds with a short remark through her teeth.
Esme: Thanks.
We see the big man WMD chuckling arms folded across his chest.
WMD: Merrie, lass..while we are still young?
Undine: Well if it’s measured by you Papa Millar, we could be here forever..
She seems to be charming all the gents in the room but we hear Esme’s foot tapping impatiently.
Undine: AHEM. So, Mr. Millar Jr. has asked me to negotiate a truce between the two of you. He feels that following the attack on his father, and various matches, backstage activities and so such having devolved into chaos, it is in the best interest of Mr. Millar, Mr. Thunder and the continuing success and profitability of Southern Rebellion Wrestling, that a truce is agreed and inacted with immediate effect. As an opening offer to his side of the agreement, Mr. Millar would agree to... erm, let me read this...
She pulls a piece of card out of her jacket pocket, and a pair of reading glasses as well, putting on the glasses, and proceeds to read.
Undine: “Cease all hostilities with Mr. and Mrs. Thunder. This includes, but is not restricted to, verbal and physical attacks, as well as general shenanigans and tomfoolery. I (that’s Mr. Millar) also agree to drop my agenda which has hitherto been devoted to one sole purpose, ending the Ultimate Conquest Championship reign of Mr. Thunder. He aqua... akew....” What’s this word?
CCM rolls his eyes.
CCM: Acquiesces.
Undine looks confused.
CCM: ....Just go with concedes.
Undine nods.
Undine “He concedes that Mr. Thunder can continue as Ultimate Conquest Champion without his interference, and will lose said championship only when a credible opponent defeats him for the title, without Mr. Millar’s interference; EXCEPT in the case of a hypothetical future instance where Mr. Millar would earn another championship match on merit, in which instance he would face Mr. Thunder in a fair combative contest with no shenanigans or tricks.
CCM: Did I really say that?
Undine nods.
CCM: Well, arse. Fine. Those are the terms I’m willing to offer.
Esme glares at Undine, then to CCM, then to Undine again.
Esme: So what this basically means is, you’ll fuck off and leave us alone?
CCM nods.
Esme: Deal.
CCM: ...WOAH WOAH WOAH. Deal? There’s no deal. That’s only my side of the offer. I’m not making all these concessions for nothing. That’s what I’m offering. Now let’s hear what you guys are offering on your side.
Luther: Who says we got to offer a damn thing? Did you see my match against Kendrick Kross, a legend of this industry praised by Melinda Rhodes herself. I dispatched him with relative ease, I am a conqueror, why should I give you a thing? Agreeing to be here and listening to you and that over the hill ogre.
Undine: Luther, sweetheart, language.
He glares at WMD who smirks back politely waving at Luther.
Luther:..and your father to crack jokes at my wife and mine’s expense every chance you get. If you want to talk about terms then where is the clause where you show her the respect she deserves, hmm? It seems like every place I go, every company I sign a contract with people have trouble realizing just who my wife is, just what she is truly capable of and what she has accomplished and she’s been patient for far too long if you ask me.
CCM looks bored by this turn of events.
CCM: I’m pretty sure I said in all that flowery shite that we’d stop ragging on your wife. Still waiting to see what I get out of all this though.
Esme stamps her foot.
Esme: You ain’t getting A DAMN THING. You drag us out here for this bunch of legalese bullshit, and you WANT something from Luther? You’ve had chance after chance to take this championship, you and every other bastard on this roster, and you FAILED. Luther destroyed Kendrick Kross a week ago, and here’s a spoiler... he’s going to do ANOTHER thing you couldn’t very soon and beat CODA too. You lost your contendership match, you have NO CLAIM to step NEAR a ring with Luther or any kind of “casius bell” to challenge for his championship, so I strongly suggest you take your peace offering and; how do you Brits put it.... SHOVE IT UP YOUR ARSE!
Now it’s CCM’s turn to glare, standing up and staring daggers at Esme, while WMD spies the opportunity and nicks the chair back.
CCM: Why don’t you shut your trap, little lady?
Luther: WHAT did I just tell you about respecting my wife?!
CCM: I don’t know, but I saw our old buddy Don Tirri on social media the other night giving your wife all the respect she’s ever earned in this business... what was it he said... JACK SHIT!
Esme shoves CCM backwards, causing him to nearly fall on top of his dad.
Esme: YOU. GO. GO BEFORE BAD THINGS HAPPEN. And take this little whore with you!
Now it’s UNDINE’S turn to get mad.
Undine: Whore?! I’m a happily married woman. It’s not my fault me being here is a reminder to Luther that he traded down, and your fragile ego can’t handle th-- OW!
Esme smacks Undine in the face, diving on top of her as she drops to the floor. The two start punching each other as Luther is desperately trying to pull them apart. WMD looks to CCM.
WMD: Should we do something?
CCM: Yeah, let’s get to the interview area. I got a match tonight.
CCM & WMD walk away.
Luther: Ladies, LADIES CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?!
He manages to yank Esme off Undine who jumps up surprisingly quick for age but before she manages to fight Esme again Luther steps between them.
Undine: You are lucky I respect your husband you airbag bint! Because if he wasn’t here..I’d beat your arse worse than Don Tirri ever could
Esme is damn near climbing over Luther to fight Undine and our Ultimate Conquest Champion has to do some real work to keep her back.
Esme: Yeah? You are pretty tough talking behind every man’s back aren’t you MEREDITH!? People act like I’m such a whore in this business while you’ve probably blown more blokes than you’ve ever had championship shots!
Undine: At least I could win championships without hanging on my dude’s junk!
Esme: You probably rode them all the way from one company to the next!
Luther: Esme...Undine…
Esme & Undine: SHUT UP LUTHER!
Luther:..wow, got you two to agree on something..
He then notices the camera filming all this.
Luther: Don’t you have somewhere to be?! BEGONE!
With that the show goes on.
Once again, we are backstage at the world renowned ARMORY BALLROOM in Macon, Georgia, this time in the interview area, where CCM & WMD are doing what any sage British bastions would do after such a terrible episode, having a cup of tea.
WMD: I cannot believe you were prepared to make peace, and that arrogant bastard and his fifty pence tart of a wife just crap all over it like that.
CCM shakes his head.
CCM: Look, we can deal with Corporal Cloghead another time. I have a very important match coming up soon. Our new Fury Road general manager Ms. Dokueki has granted me a spot in this tournament, for an as of yet unnamed reward, and... well, I like rewards. I want to show Ms. Dokueki that despite the Benny Hill-esque farce that happened earlier, I am a member of the SRW roster that she can depend on, week in, week out.
His father seems to be deep in thought, nodding and sipping his tea.
WMD: Dokueki, huh? She is one of the Birmingham Dokueki’s you think? Good ol’ Brommy D’s always respected hard work and dedication.
CCM: I doubt it dad, she seems like a person who understands talent though and tonight being the first ever show of Fury Road Reborn, she could have just pitted a bunch of knobs to bounce off each other but I got a match and not just any ol’ match but one against Isa Storm.
We hear WMD slurp his tea, loudly.
WMD: Storm! I like her already.
CCM: Storm in a teacup, aye. But yeah, Isa Storm. Smart lady from what I gather. Real studious, I like that. Nice to face someone who approaches matches with a bit of intelligence for a change. Kinda refreshing after dancing around an oversized Dutch Dumbass for a few months now.
He grins.
CCM: I gather she’s kind of a loner, thought. Kinda fights her own battles.
WMD: Oh, so she’s not THAT smart then?
CCM: Come on dad, it’s admirable. Though... now I think about it, Ms. Storm, I would like to offer you a little warning. These are dangerous times around these parts. You want to be careful. Being around alone makes you a prime target for bad things to happen.
WMD: Oh wow, you’re going straight in with the thinly-veiled threats, huh?
CCM: I WASN’T TALKING ABOUT ME! In case you didn’t BLEEDING notice, there’s been a lot of people getting violently attacked at the shows recently! It’s KIND OF A BIG DEAL.
WMD: OH I SEE! When I got violently attacked at a show, no-one gave a damn, but now it’s all these fit young wrestlers SUDDENLY NOW, it’s a big deal, huh?
CCM: Dad, seriously…
WMD: What? All I’m saying is: I got attacked BEFORE it became the bees knees and dogs bollocks or even cat’s whiskers around here.
CCM: Dad..what the Kovenant is doing is borderline domestic terrorism, gang warfare or..
WMD: Domestic, to whom?! We are bloody English we grew up with the IRA trying to bomb us in coffee shops!
CCM:...we’ll pray it won’t get that out of hand in SRW but you have to understand the context to things these people are targeting anyone and everyone, even the boss herself got attacked. I just worry about you and ChaCha and..
WMD: Oh, so you weren’t worried when a bloody tulip sniffing terrorist was after me with a bloody bat?
We hear CCM sigh DEEP.
CCM: Did you not see the rampage I went on after it all happened, have you not seen how I STILL bang on about that shite even if it’s been MONTHS since it all happened, how is that not worrying?!
A moment of silence as the old man looks at his teacup and his voice cracks.
WMD: I just wanted you to love me, son.
CCM overtaken by emotion reaches to grab his father’s wrist.
CCM: Dad, I do love you.
The elder Millar sniffles.
WMD: Really?
CCM: Really.
WMD: Sure of that?
CCM: You bet’cha.
WMD: Well in that case..can I ask you something?
CCM: Anything.
WMD: Are you going to eat that donut?
CCM: …
WMD: …
CCM: HAVE THE BLOODY DONUT! IF IT SHUTS YOU UP!
WMD needed no second command, swiping the Donut and starting to munch on it. CCM shakes his head.
CCM: You know what... this is just turning into one of those days. Isa, I’ll see you in the ring. Oh, and watch your back, once again.
WMD: YOU ARE THREATENING HER!
CCM: DAD, SHUT UP!!!
We cut back to ringside.
WMD: I cannot believe you were prepared to make peace, and that arrogant bastard and his fifty pence tart of a wife just crap all over it like that.
CCM shakes his head.
CCM: Look, we can deal with Corporal Cloghead another time. I have a very important match coming up soon. Our new Fury Road general manager Ms. Dokueki has granted me a spot in this tournament, for an as of yet unnamed reward, and... well, I like rewards. I want to show Ms. Dokueki that despite the Benny Hill-esque farce that happened earlier, I am a member of the SRW roster that she can depend on, week in, week out.
His father seems to be deep in thought, nodding and sipping his tea.
WMD: Dokueki, huh? She is one of the Birmingham Dokueki’s you think? Good ol’ Brommy D’s always respected hard work and dedication.
CCM: I doubt it dad, she seems like a person who understands talent though and tonight being the first ever show of Fury Road Reborn, she could have just pitted a bunch of knobs to bounce off each other but I got a match and not just any ol’ match but one against Isa Storm.
We hear WMD slurp his tea, loudly.
WMD: Storm! I like her already.
CCM: Storm in a teacup, aye. But yeah, Isa Storm. Smart lady from what I gather. Real studious, I like that. Nice to face someone who approaches matches with a bit of intelligence for a change. Kinda refreshing after dancing around an oversized Dutch Dumbass for a few months now.
He grins.
CCM: I gather she’s kind of a loner, thought. Kinda fights her own battles.
WMD: Oh, so she’s not THAT smart then?
CCM: Come on dad, it’s admirable. Though... now I think about it, Ms. Storm, I would like to offer you a little warning. These are dangerous times around these parts. You want to be careful. Being around alone makes you a prime target for bad things to happen.
WMD: Oh wow, you’re going straight in with the thinly-veiled threats, huh?
CCM: I WASN’T TALKING ABOUT ME! In case you didn’t BLEEDING notice, there’s been a lot of people getting violently attacked at the shows recently! It’s KIND OF A BIG DEAL.
WMD: OH I SEE! When I got violently attacked at a show, no-one gave a damn, but now it’s all these fit young wrestlers SUDDENLY NOW, it’s a big deal, huh?
CCM: Dad, seriously…
WMD: What? All I’m saying is: I got attacked BEFORE it became the bees knees and dogs bollocks or even cat’s whiskers around here.
CCM: Dad..what the Kovenant is doing is borderline domestic terrorism, gang warfare or..
WMD: Domestic, to whom?! We are bloody English we grew up with the IRA trying to bomb us in coffee shops!
CCM:...we’ll pray it won’t get that out of hand in SRW but you have to understand the context to things these people are targeting anyone and everyone, even the boss herself got attacked. I just worry about you and ChaCha and..
WMD: Oh, so you weren’t worried when a bloody tulip sniffing terrorist was after me with a bloody bat?
We hear CCM sigh DEEP.
CCM: Did you not see the rampage I went on after it all happened, have you not seen how I STILL bang on about that shite even if it’s been MONTHS since it all happened, how is that not worrying?!
A moment of silence as the old man looks at his teacup and his voice cracks.
WMD: I just wanted you to love me, son.
CCM overtaken by emotion reaches to grab his father’s wrist.
CCM: Dad, I do love you.
The elder Millar sniffles.
WMD: Really?
CCM: Really.
WMD: Sure of that?
CCM: You bet’cha.
WMD: Well in that case..can I ask you something?
CCM: Anything.
WMD: Are you going to eat that donut?
CCM: …
WMD: …
CCM: HAVE THE BLOODY DONUT! IF IT SHUTS YOU UP!
WMD needed no second command, swiping the Donut and starting to munch on it. CCM shakes his head.
CCM: You know what... this is just turning into one of those days. Isa, I’ll see you in the ring. Oh, and watch your back, once again.
WMD: YOU ARE THREATENING HER!
CCM: DAD, SHUT UP!!!
We cut back to ringside.
CCM VS Isa Storm
WINNER: CCM BY SUBMISSION AT 22 MINUTES & 8 SECONDS!
Coda VS Olivia Blue
The bell sounds and Coda and Blue lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Blue takes a side headlock and tries to take Coda over. Coda blocks and slips in behind for a german suplex. Blue flips through to land on her feet but Coda goes with it as well and hits a spinkick to the face. Blue goes down and Coda covers.
Blue kicks out.
Coda goes for a senton splash but Blue moves and Coda lands hard on the mat. Blue tries for a cradle.
Coda kicks out.
Coda reverses the cradle.
Blue kicks out.
Both get to their feet and Blue jumps for a ddt attempt. Coda spins and reverses into a bridging northern lights suplex.
Blue kicks out.
As they get up, Blue hits a superkick to Coda’s legs, then one to shoulder and finally one to her head. Coda goes down and Blue covers.
Coda kicks out.
Blue goes to the corner and climbs to the top as Coda slowly starts to get up. Blue perches herself atop the turnbuckles as Coda makes her way to her feet. Blue leaps off into a flying crossbody. Coda goes down with Blue on top for the cover.
Coda kicks out.
Blue sits up and slaps the mat in frustration. She slowly gets up and pulls Coda with her. Coda grabs her arm and jumps into the Overture. Blue grimaces in pain even as Coda releases her grip and then jumps into the Crescendo. Coda covers.
Blue kicks out.
Coda gets up and Blue is only able to sit up. Coda runs in for the Sonata Knee. Coda covers.
Blue kicks out.
Coda gets Blue up to the corner and then hits the Symphonic Elbow. Blue goes down and Coda covers.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
WINNER: CODA BY PINFALL IN 17 MINUTES & 15 SECONDS!
BACKSTAGE
When it comes to competitors being close in size, it doesn’t get much closer than this. With neither one having a sizable height or weight advantage, and both working a similar style, CCM and Isa Storm was bound to be a technical match from the word go. Exchanging holds after a brief lock up, the Yorkshire Terror seemed to be getting a head, locking up Storm’s arm. She managed to reverse the pressure, getting to her feet before applying the same arm lock to her opponent. The two displayed their technical prowess, showing off their knowledge of mat skills. Moving from position to position, CCM and Isa traded spots on top and bottom of the lockup. The two got to their feet, neither worse for the wear as the fans cheered for the display.
The match continues, and Isa Storm starts to get ahead of CCM, locking in a headlock. She bore down, twisting the Brits neck with authority. Each time it looked like the Yorkshire Terror would escape, Storm would adjust, digging the headlock in deeper with each attempt. Finally, CCM pushed forward, forcing them both into the ropes. The rebound gave him the momentum he needed to escape the hold. Isa struck out, but CCM caught her arm before dropping down with a wicked jumping armbreaker. From here on, the Terror was laser focused, targeting the wounded arm of his opponent with each chance that he got. Storm wasn’t one to back down, however, and given her family name, many people would know that. At one point, a prone CCM locks a surprise armbar on standing opponent Isa. She attempts to break free, but the Yorkshire Terror doesn’t relent, holding on for dear life. With a roar of effort, Isa instead lifts her opponent off the mat, turning to deliver a powerbomb in the process! She hooks the leg, but CCM kicks out at late two.
As the match comes to a close, both members are circling each other. They’re both worn out and breathless, but despite the sweat pouring down their faces, they’re on the lookout for any possible opening they can. Isa dives in, taking CCM to the mat. She begins to throw forearms down at her prone opponent, who appears to be having difficulties blocking the strikes. Just when it looks like he’s been beaten, Storm attempts to transition into her Peruvian Necktie, but CCM gets loose, wide eyed at how close she’d been to locking in the devastating submission. He comes running in, ducking a forearm attack before shooting in to take her to the mat. After some significant struggling between both competitors, CCM repositions himself into place to lock in “BTO”! Storm refuses to tap, fighting until she can’t fight anymore, and the referee calls for the bell when Isa doesn’t answer his call.
WINNER: CCM BY SUBMISSION AT 22 MINUTES & 8 SECONDS!
Coda VS Olivia Blue
The bell sounds and Coda and Blue lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Blue takes a side headlock and tries to take Coda over. Coda blocks and slips in behind for a german suplex. Blue flips through to land on her feet but Coda goes with it as well and hits a spinkick to the face. Blue goes down and Coda covers.
Blue kicks out.
Coda goes for a senton splash but Blue moves and Coda lands hard on the mat. Blue tries for a cradle.
Coda kicks out.
Coda reverses the cradle.
Blue kicks out.
Both get to their feet and Blue jumps for a ddt attempt. Coda spins and reverses into a bridging northern lights suplex.
Blue kicks out.
As they get up, Blue hits a superkick to Coda’s legs, then one to shoulder and finally one to her head. Coda goes down and Blue covers.
Coda kicks out.
Blue goes to the corner and climbs to the top as Coda slowly starts to get up. Blue perches herself atop the turnbuckles as Coda makes her way to her feet. Blue leaps off into a flying crossbody. Coda goes down with Blue on top for the cover.
Coda kicks out.
Blue sits up and slaps the mat in frustration. She slowly gets up and pulls Coda with her. Coda grabs her arm and jumps into the Overture. Blue grimaces in pain even as Coda releases her grip and then jumps into the Crescendo. Coda covers.
Blue kicks out.
Coda gets up and Blue is only able to sit up. Coda runs in for the Sonata Knee. Coda covers.
Blue kicks out.
Coda gets Blue up to the corner and then hits the Symphonic Elbow. Blue goes down and Coda covers.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
WINNER: CODA BY PINFALL IN 17 MINUTES & 15 SECONDS!
BACKSTAGE
Crystal: What’s going on to everybody in the SRW nation… I know you aren’t really used to me with red hair but honestly with what’s been going on lately and nobody showing me any form of respect I would like to introduce you all to the woman officially known as the burning rose Crystal Zdunich. I know I been put through a lot of stuff and honestly it is hard to be in this position right now in this company.
AZURINE VEBBINS VS LA BEASLEY
We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Crystal Zdunich. The burning rose cracks a grin as she looks deep into the heart of the camera. She smiles as she begins to speak.
Crystal: What’s going on to everybody in the SRW nation… I know you aren’t really used to me with red hair but honestly with what’s been going on lately and nobody showing me any form of respect I would like to introduce you all to the woman officially known as the burning rose Crystal Zdunich. I know I been put through a lot of stuff and honestly it is hard to be in this position right now in this company.
Crystal just sighs before she shakes her head.
Crystal: The hardest thing I had to deal with since being in this company is having to watch my wife get demolished along with her sister. They even took out my daughter and people are probably questioning where does someone like me go from here?! What can they really expect out of me on Fury Road…
Crystal shrugs her shoulders before she cracks a wicked grin.
Crystal: To be honest what you can expect is that I will go down to that ring and unleash all of my frustration within the ring. I know people want to know what does that really entail?! The safe thing to do would be to just leave and call it quits. After all what is the point if my family isn’t here. In spite of everything though now is the time to rise up. Now is the time to prove that I am among the top athletes within this company and to showcase I am better than ever. Seleana wouldn’t want me to stop. If she did I wouldn’t even be here. I would be at home and afraid to get my hands dirty.
Crystal quickly shakes her head again as she speaks some more.
Crystal: So let somebody try something with me. I will be there ready to put whoever firmly in their place and I don’t give a damn. I am upset over what happened to my wife and I don’t take it lightly. After some time it seems my journey has brought me to Fury Road and in my first match I am going o be stepping into the ring against a woman I consider a friend of mine. Hello Sam Tolson it looks like Fury Road will be the place where we will share a CO- Main Event at.
Crystal smiles.
Crystal: I know for a fact you are one of the best damn wrestlers in the world. You come from Missouri and you know how to take care of business. I know you won’t hold back when the bell rings and I honestly can’t wait to test my limits against somebody like you. I have been through a lot but there is something in me that needs to push ahead with a win. I hope it will come at your expense. Either way this is the first of many main events and I won’t let down. Not now and certainly not ever. Bring it on Tolson… I am waiting.
With that Crystal offers a smirk as she seems ready for whatever happens tonight.
The crowd is one hundred percent behind Vebbins as the bell rings, Beasley pacing around in her own corner with a scowl. The two meet in the middle of the ring, and Azzy dances around LA as the crowd chants “Dance Azzy Dance”. Beasley shoots for a superkick, but Vebbins whips her around to hit the “Pearly Gatekeeper” immediately! The crowd goes silent in shock as she scrambles into a cover. The referee counts three, just before a stunned Beasley kicks out a moment too late! She sits up in shock as Vebbins slides out of the ring, backing up the ramp.
WINNER: AZURINE VEBBINS BY PINFALL IN 1 MINUTE & 3 SECONDS!
WINNER: AZURINE VEBBINS BY PINFALL IN 1 MINUTE & 3 SECONDS!
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens up backstage inside the locker room of the Influencers the fans boo at the sight of Wrestling Prettiest Tag Team The Pretty Committee. Both were dressed in their matching pink wrestling gear along with matching Pretty Committee t-shirts over the tops. As Bianca had her trademark tiara on her head. The catty duo can be heard talking as Veronica is looking over her iPhone.
Veronica Taylor: They are still crying about it how you beat Whalcy one on one I would have been there but you know I had business to attend to. But oh my god B that was such a work of genius you pulled off.
Bianca smirks proudly at the moment the fans boo remembering it well. The hiding of the wrench in the boot of Tracy Dixion only to get her called on it, though it was placed by the underling.
Bianca Davis: Oh yeah I am sure they are still salty about that and about us being the first main event of the new Fury Road too? I mean The Dragon at least has some business sense in her brain. I mean who wouldn’t want to watch a show headlined by Wrestlings Prettiest Tag Team and part of the Infuelencers The Pretty Committee. I mean, not a shot at the Ultimate Conquest title but it will do. A chance to give a make-over to two very deserving uggo geeks The Skill Vendors.
Veronica Taylor: The current tag team champions I mean not even a mention on Twitter like seriously? We are a threat a huge threat. I mean they got the better of us in a triple threat tag team match but overlooking us a big mistake.
Bianca Davis: Almost as big as Whalcy almost…
The duo burst out into catty laughter, as they smugly smirk soon the Page Sisters enter along with their manager Tiffiany who were there to support their besties despite losing in the number one contenders match on Savage Thursday.
Tiffany Page: There isn’t any good shopping in this one-horse town. Like seriously I and my sisters can’t find anything but rednecks, ratchet hoes, and losers. Like for real tehy had the audacity to try and approach us.
Danielle Page: Ugh don’t even get me started like they wall want a piece of us. Like one even tried to touch Vanessa like poor Ness at least the security made sure that didn’t happen don’t want to catch any of the viruses these people have.
Vanessa Page: For real though.
The Influencers all share a look of disgust at the story and thinking about being stuck in Macon.
Bianca Davis: Again why do you think we flew on a private jet here? God forbid we actually stay in this state. As much as it tries to be modern it’s still filled with backwoods rednecks who don’t know their place in this world its sad.
Veronica Taylor: Speaking that true tea girl, and speaking of true tea girls you got robbed last Thursday.
TIffany and the Paige sisters nod, as Tiffany says.
Tiffany Page: Ugh tell me about it but we will get what we deserve but Bianca that was a work of genius and plus you two have really done a lot to improve this place. I mean the work of art that was what happened to House? Impressive.
Bianca Davis: Thanks girls, and yeah we know it will happen this tag team division belongs to the Influencers hell this whole company belongs to us, they just don’t know it. Because we are going to beat the current champions here tonight and show them that life isn’t a video game the good guy doesn’t always win at the end.
Veronica Taylor: “ Were the Skill Vendors and the Pretty Committee are just wannabes blah blah blah”. Heard it all before uggos, I mean so typical really its rather sad they beat Uggoside but honey look at us we are what this division needs we all are plus if we get those titles, girls you can get your rightful shot at them. Because the only other team that should be hte face of anything around here is The Socialites.
Tiffany and The Socialites smirk at what Bianca and Veronica were saying nodding their heads, as Vanessa, and Danielle whispers into the ears of their older sister. As she looks up and begins to speak.
Tiffany Page: Exactly, its the match these basics really want to see anyway right? The Influencers collide The four prettiest women in this damn place in one ring at one time? I mean what’s not to like? Though this should be for the tag team titles I mean you girls did beat House of Dix.
Bianca Davis: That’s true why not come and watch up close girls? I mean get a nice close up a front seat at what happens when the Pretty Committee gets a fair two on two-shot against the current champions?
Veronica Taylor: After all the Influencers always stick together girls.
The three Page sisters nod, returning a smile that the Pretty Committee was giving them as Tiffany said.
Tiffany Page: Oh we wouldn’t miss this for the world, and yes the world is our oyster and The Influencers will make it a much better place.
Wit that The five catty women laugh as they shoo away the camera. As the scene then fades away to black.
Bianca Davis: Again why do you think we flew on a private jet here? God forbid we actually stay in this state. As much as it tries to be modern it’s still filled with backwoods rednecks who don’t know their place in this world its sad.
Veronica Taylor: Speaking that true tea girl, and speaking of true tea girls you got robbed last Thursday.
TIffany and the Paige sisters nod, as Tiffany says.
Tiffany Page: Ugh tell me about it but we will get what we deserve but Bianca that was a work of genius and plus you two have really done a lot to improve this place. I mean the work of art that was what happened to House? Impressive.
Bianca Davis: Thanks girls, and yeah we know it will happen this tag team division belongs to the Influencers hell this whole company belongs to us, they just don’t know it. Because we are going to beat the current champions here tonight and show them that life isn’t a video game the good guy doesn’t always win at the end.
Veronica Taylor: “ Were the Skill Vendors and the Pretty Committee are just wannabes blah blah blah”. Heard it all before uggos, I mean so typical really its rather sad they beat Uggoside but honey look at us we are what this division needs we all are plus if we get those titles, girls you can get your rightful shot at them. Because the only other team that should be hte face of anything around here is The Socialites.
Tiffany and The Socialites smirk at what Bianca and Veronica were saying nodding their heads, as Vanessa, and Danielle whispers into the ears of their older sister. As she looks up and begins to speak.
Tiffany Page: Exactly, its the match these basics really want to see anyway right? The Influencers collide The four prettiest women in this damn place in one ring at one time? I mean what’s not to like? Though this should be for the tag team titles I mean you girls did beat House of Dix.
Bianca Davis: That’s true why not come and watch up close girls? I mean get a nice close up a front seat at what happens when the Pretty Committee gets a fair two on two-shot against the current champions?
Veronica Taylor: After all the Influencers always stick together girls.
The three Page sisters nod, returning a smile that the Pretty Committee was giving them as Tiffany said.
Tiffany Page: Oh we wouldn’t miss this for the world, and yes the world is our oyster and The Influencers will make it a much better place.
Wit that The five catty women laugh as they shoo away the camera. As the scene then fades away to black.
Christina Zdunich VS Samantha Tolson
The bell rings, and the old rivalry between the two is prevalent right from the word go as they lock up in the center of the ring. Tolson has the edge when it comes to strength, but Zdunich has that same edge when it comes to her speed. The women jockey back and forth, each trying to out maneuver the other. Samantha goes for a short armed clothesline, but Christina ducks under it. She responds with an attempted forearm strike, but Tolson slaps it away before hitting a forearm strike of her own. Zdunich stumbles backwards, but she’s not out as she leaps to hit an enzuigiri on the big blonde, taking her down to one knee. Christina immediately hits the ropes, coming back in full speed, but Samantha catches the attempted boot, using her opponent's momentum to roll through into a small package! Zdunich kicks out at a late one, and both women separate before getting back to their feet.
The feeling out process now complete, Zdunich is carefully planning her strikes, sending stiff kicks into the thighs and calves of Tolson while dancing just out of her opponents reach, looking to wear down the powerbase of the larger woman. She looks to hit a solebut, but Tolson charges forward, wrapping her arms around her opponents waist before delivinger a huge belly to back suplex, sending both women crashing to the mat. Samantha drags Christina upright, and throws a series of chops into her opponent's chest, driving her backwards into the corner. Christina tries to fight back, attempting to knee Tolson in the midsection, but her shot misses its mark. Samantha responds with a series of forearms, dazing Zdunich, before unleashing a brutal series of kicks of her own, a combination she calls “Nihon e no ōdo”! She throws the wounded Zdunich out of the corner, who falls to her back clutching her leg as Tolson climbs to the top rope. She taunts out to the crowd before leaping off the top in a picture perfect moonsault, but Christina gets the knees up! Samantha cries out in pain, clutching her midsection. Zdunich is no better off, having sacrificed her legs to counter the aerial attack so soon after they’d been picked apart by those brutally stiff kicks. She tries to crawl over into a cover, but Tolson rolls out to the apron, showing her veteran in ring ability.
Back in the ring now as both women have caught their breath. Christina has a bit of a limp, and Sam keeps trying to capitalize on the wounded leg, but Zdunich manages to stay out of her reach. Just when it looks like Tolson may get a hold of her, BOOM! Zdunich fires off a brutal kick she calls “Flashing Lights!” Samantha is seeing stars, falling to the mat in a heap, but Christina is down too, having used her bad leg to propel the other into her opponent’s jaw. She slaps her knee, trying to get some feeling back into it before going into a cover, but Tolson kicks out at a late two count. Christina can’t believe it. She’s checking with the ref, holding up two fingers, and the official responds in kind, nodding his head and holding up two fingers of his own. She slaps the mat in frustration, gingerly getting to her feet. Tolson, meanwhile, has pulled herself to a standing position using the ropes. Christina throws out “Flashing Lights” again, but Samantha sees it coming, evading the strike to hit a brutal forearm, stunning Zdunich long enough for her to dash in and execute her own “Victory Drop Alpha!” The referee slides in as Tolson pulls Christina’s leg up into a cover for the victory!
WINNER: SAMANTHA TOLSON BY PINFALL AT 18 MINUTES & 20 SECONDS!
The feeling out process now complete, Zdunich is carefully planning her strikes, sending stiff kicks into the thighs and calves of Tolson while dancing just out of her opponents reach, looking to wear down the powerbase of the larger woman. She looks to hit a solebut, but Tolson charges forward, wrapping her arms around her opponents waist before delivinger a huge belly to back suplex, sending both women crashing to the mat. Samantha drags Christina upright, and throws a series of chops into her opponent's chest, driving her backwards into the corner. Christina tries to fight back, attempting to knee Tolson in the midsection, but her shot misses its mark. Samantha responds with a series of forearms, dazing Zdunich, before unleashing a brutal series of kicks of her own, a combination she calls “Nihon e no ōdo”! She throws the wounded Zdunich out of the corner, who falls to her back clutching her leg as Tolson climbs to the top rope. She taunts out to the crowd before leaping off the top in a picture perfect moonsault, but Christina gets the knees up! Samantha cries out in pain, clutching her midsection. Zdunich is no better off, having sacrificed her legs to counter the aerial attack so soon after they’d been picked apart by those brutally stiff kicks. She tries to crawl over into a cover, but Tolson rolls out to the apron, showing her veteran in ring ability.
Back in the ring now as both women have caught their breath. Christina has a bit of a limp, and Sam keeps trying to capitalize on the wounded leg, but Zdunich manages to stay out of her reach. Just when it looks like Tolson may get a hold of her, BOOM! Zdunich fires off a brutal kick she calls “Flashing Lights!” Samantha is seeing stars, falling to the mat in a heap, but Christina is down too, having used her bad leg to propel the other into her opponent’s jaw. She slaps her knee, trying to get some feeling back into it before going into a cover, but Tolson kicks out at a late two count. Christina can’t believe it. She’s checking with the ref, holding up two fingers, and the official responds in kind, nodding his head and holding up two fingers of his own. She slaps the mat in frustration, gingerly getting to her feet. Tolson, meanwhile, has pulled herself to a standing position using the ropes. Christina throws out “Flashing Lights” again, but Samantha sees it coming, evading the strike to hit a brutal forearm, stunning Zdunich long enough for her to dash in and execute her own “Victory Drop Alpha!” The referee slides in as Tolson pulls Christina’s leg up into a cover for the victory!
WINNER: SAMANTHA TOLSON BY PINFALL AT 18 MINUTES & 20 SECONDS!
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
The camera opens on a pre-recorded scene where we find the SRW Tag Team Champions, The Skillz Vendorz, laying out on beach chairs in their bikinis and sunglasses. The Costa del Sol theme from Final Fantasy 7 serves as the music as Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont kick back and soak up the sun’s rays. Their championship belts are displayed proudly across their chests. Kat scrolls through her mobile phone while Sammi seems to be bobbing her head along to the music as if she can actually hear it. Kat suddenly gets her attention when she belts out with a loud, obnoxious, posh laugh.
Kat Cage: This is maaaahhhvelous, dahhhling! Simply maaahhhvelous!
Sammi Belmont: Yaaass daaaahhhling!!!
Their accents, even Sammi's, are clearly put on. Fake. Mocking.
Kat Cage: Samantha, dahling! Have you seen this? Listen: @malibuqueenb on Twitter says - ahem ahem AH-HEM - “After my amazing victory over @pound4pounddix, me and @firstclassvero will be ready to show why we are the future #tagteamchampions. As we take on the current champions, those titles would look so much better around our waist. @southrebelwr.”
Sammi Belmont: Oh, how delightful! Did she add #sorryboutit? #uggos, perhaps?
Kat pauses, looking again and brings a hand to her chest in mock surprise.
Kat Cage: Heavens! She did not!
Sammi’s jaw drops and she looks at the camera, bringing her sunglasses down.
Sammi Belmont: Oh, how dreadful! Bianca, dear, are you losing your touch, dahling?
Kat Cage: I should hope not! Aren’t you aware of the size of their bank accounts? Oh, listen here! She also says - “Finally, the #prettycommittee are getting a shot at the champions. Non-title, but looking forward to counting our path back to being champions in #SRW.”
Sammi Belmont: #uggos? #sorryboutit?
Sammi almost sits up with anticipation as Kat lowers her sunglasses and looks at the phone again. Shakes her head.
Kat Cage: Dear oh dear, no and no. Perhaps she’s fallen ill?
Sammi lays back in her chair again and even pouts a little.
Sammi Belmont: What, pray tell, does Veronica Taylor say?
Kat taps away at her phone and scrolls some. Her face drops and she shakes her head.
Kat Cage: Oh, I say!
Sammi Belmont: Do tell, dear! What did she say?!
Kat puts a hand to her mouth with a gasp, then moves it to her cheek as she looks at her partner.
Kat Cage: Not a single word, Samantha, dear! It’s as if society’s finest isn’t on the same page at all!
Sammi Belmont: Oh my word! That won’t do at all! Are they unaware of the opportunity of which has presented itself before them?
Kat gives a sad sigh and sets her phone down, laying back in her chair.
Kat Cage: It would most certainly, absolutely, definitely appear as though it hasn’t. Pah!
Kat throws the back of her hand to her forehead and makes like a damsel about to faint. Sammi gasps, snatches up a copy of Game Informer from her own little side table and proceeds to fan her partner.
Sammi Belmont: Katrina, dahling! Are you quite alright?! Whatever is the matter?!
Kat pretends to start coming around, fanning herself with her hand as well.
Kat Cage: Oh, I had a spell of dizziness there!
Sammi Belmont: Heavens! Stay in the shade! You’re overheating. I think I might be myself!
She scoots back more under her umbrella and the two lay back on their chairs again.
Sammi Belmont: Ahh, that’s better!
Kat Cage: Quite!
Sammi Belmont: You know, Katrina dear, perhaps we should have rethought our location for holiday. This heat shan’t do us any good since we’re already rather hot.
Kat Cage: Hottest tag team within the fabulous SRW Tag Team division, dahling!
Sammi Belmont: Oh, right you are dahling!!!
Kat Cage: Maaahhvelous, dahling!!!
Sammi Belmont: Simply maaahhvelous!!
The girls reach over on their tables and pick up their coconut cups with little umbrellas in them, very lightly clinking them together with a dull *thunk*-
Kat Cage & Sammi Belmont: Cheers, dahling! Pinkies up!
-and they take a sip from their drinks. Almost immediately, their eyebrows go up from under their sunglasses, they turn their heads away from each other and spit their drinks out. The rich, posh act they’ve been putting on immediately drops as they set their cups down. Kat continues to spit while Sammi sticks out her tongue and literally tries to rub the after taste off with her finger.
Kat Cage: Awwww man!!! What the hell is in these?!
Sammi Belmont: How the bloody hell can they drink this swill?!
Kat mutters “gross” as she lays in her chair, now in more of a lazy slouch, patting her tag title belt. After a moment, she looks at Sammi.
Kat Cage: Fuck it, I’m bored. Wanna go play Tekken?
Sammi Belmont: Need a bloody pint first to wash that taste out me mouth.
Kat Cage: I got a six pack in the mini fridge.
Sammi Belmont: Too right mate!
The tag champions get up out of their chairs, collecting their belts, magazine and phones, leaving the drinks. Without so much as a sign off, they walk off camera, leaving the shot to fade out with the Costa del Sol music still playing…
MAIN EVENT
NON-TITLE MATCH
PRETTY COMMITTEE VS SKILLZ VENDORZ
The bell sounds and the Pretty Committee jump into action, knocking Katrina to the floor so they can isolate Sammi. Veronica and Bianca take turns trying to rub her face in the mat while making snide comments the whole time. The two give her a double team sidewalk slam and then Veronica covers.Sammi kicks out.
The Committee continues to take turns rubbing Sammi’s face in the mat while making comments about her looks, her status and anything else they can think of. Veronica gives her a condescending slap and then Bianca follows with a clothesline and a cardle attempt where she pulls Sammi’s tights.
Sammi kicks out.
Bianca tags in Veronica and then the two hit another double team sidewalk slam before Veronica goes for a cover with her feet on the ropes.
Katrina throws Veronica's feet off the ropes and Sammi gets a shoulder up.
Katrina goes back to her corner while Veronica tags in Bianca. They hit Spa Day and Veronica goes to their corner while Bianca covers.
Katrina makes the save.
Bianca makes the tag to Veronica and they give Sammi the Beauty Improvement. Veronica covers.
Katrina breaks up the pin.
The Pretty Committee tries to come at Katrina only for Bianca to try and spray her with perfume. Katrina ducks and Veronica takes it in the eyes instead. Katrina clotheslines Bianca over the top and then waits in the corner. Sammi crawls over and makes the tag. Katrina rushes in and cradles Veronica.
Bianca jumps in to break it up.
Katrina starts to hammer away with punches on Bianca. Sammi pulls down the ropes and Katrina sends Bianca flying to the floor. Sammi comes in and the Skillz Vendorz hit the C.T.D. on the still screaming Veronica. Katrina covers.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
WINNER: SKILLZ VENDORZ BY PINFALL AT 12 MINUTES & 37 SECONDS!