SAVAGE LIVE - 7/30/2021 - RESULTS Jul 31, 2021 0:38:18 GMT -7
Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jul 31, 2021 0:38:18 GMT -7
Lauren Babic’s cover of “Toxic” plays over the PA system as the show intro begins! Pyro explodes, the highlight and logo reel plays and camera pans over the cheering crowd to come to the announce table where we find Joe Koss and Mike Spazz!
Koss: I’m Joe Koss and this is…
Spazz: The Spazznasty himself, Mike “Spazz” Spasiano!!!
Koss: And this is yet another edition of SRW Savage Live!!!!
Spazz: WELCOME TO THE SHOW MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
Koss: What a stacked card we have for you tonight!!!
Spazz: Got a new group on the block debuting, “Hell’s Trinity” theys called!
Koss: Along with Lucie Taylor teaming up with Olivia Blue against them, Chris Styles looking to make a comeback at Lily William’s expense, Killer Carter looking to defend her Hardcore Championship against Kate Steele, Risa Jackson taking on Isa Storm, Riot Group and the Socialites, the Multiuniversal Championship being fought for on our program with Mariah Lopez taking on a very game Coda!
Spazz: And the Covenant looking to get their ass absolutely KICKED tonight!
Koss: I don’t know, I’m surprised Ursula is even getting a match against Samael, title or not.
Spazz: Well she beats his ass and she don’t have to ever worry again as homeboy will be at the very back of the line!
Backstage, Jackie “Bandit” Layton walks with a nine-year-old blonde girl, holding her hand as they walk. They make their way down a hallway and come to a door marked “private.” Bandit nods to the little girl and then squats down to talk to her.
Bandit: You are ready for this?
The little girl stares at her for what seems like an inordinately long time before nodding affirmatively. Bandit smiles.
She stands up and then knocks on the door.
After a moment of waiting, the door slowly opens to reveal Coda dressed in a cream-white blazer with half sleeves over a basic black dress shirt, along with slimming black slacks that lead to white dress shoes flat at the bottom. She looks at Bandit with a stoic face until her expression finally forms a well-practiced smile.
Bandit: Hi, Coda. Is this a bad time for you?
The answer is brief and to the point, the light from the fairly spacious janitor’s closet window shining behind her with her open book laid pages down on a chair in the corner. Bandit nods knowingly back to her before crouching down again to look into the young girl’s eyes next to her.
Bandit: Do you know who she is?
Maisie turns from Bandit to Coda and stares at the Korean-American woman for what seems like forever.
Maisie: She’s Coda.
Bandit smiles and nods affirmatively for her.
Bandit: Do you still want to talk with her?
Again, Maisie stares at Coda for what feels like years.
Bandit nods and then stands up, turning to face Coda.
Bandit: This is my sister, Maisie Bell. She thinks differently, too.
The Pint-Sized Kaiju’s eyes sparkle with joy as she kneels to Maisie’s level with a smile.
Coda: It is an honor to finally meet you.
Despite the words themselves, Coda’s voice gets softer when she talks to the nine-year-old fan. Maisie smiles for the first time.
Maisie: Hello. I like to watch you on TV.
Coda: Yes, your sister has told me much about this. It makes me very happy.
She thinks for a moment, unsure what to say to the little one. So instead, she looks at Bandit to ask her a question.
Coda: How has she been doing?
The number one contender for the MultiUniversal Championship looks back at Maisie.
Coda: Throughout this past year, things have been difficult. The changes to my routine have been overwhelming. You must have found it difficult too, no?
Bandit crouches down.
Bandit: We’ve kept things as much on a routine as best we can. We have sisters call every week, always on the same day. Made sure she had what she needed. What do you think, Maisie?
Maisie goes quiet for a second, seemingly working through the questions in her little head. Then, finally, she manages a slight affirmative nod.
Maisie: I miss school. Mom tries. It’s hard.
Coda: One more month and school will start.
Bandit nods while Maisie just seems to take it all in as her sister squeezes her hand lovingly. Then, Coda thinks for a moment before speaking to both of them.
Coda: I am overwhelmed as well. Tonight is a big moment for me. I could become the Splat MultiUniversal Champion, but despite all I accomplished, I know it is uncertain. Mariah’s many accomplishments stretch back to 2011, and I have never been the primary titleholder.
Maisie just stares for a long time, seemingly confused.
Maisie: Do I get to stay and watch?
Bandit nods, smiling brightly.
Bandit: Yes, your mom will be sitting with you.
She pauses again and turns to Coda.
Bandit: You can do this, Coda. You’re a badass.
The SRW wrestler cheerfully grins, then looks back at Maisie.
Coda: When I was your age, I feared the future. People like us do not often find success, much less a job at all. But, with all the support you, your sister, and everyone else has shown in the past few months, I feel stronger than ever.
Maisie nods, taking an extra minute to digest things. Bandit nods approvingly.
Bandit: This is sweet. How are you doing, Maisie? Do we need to go back to your mom yet?
Maisie again takes a second and then nods again. Bandit nods back to her.
The blonde Canadian woman stands up and nods to Coda.
Bandit: Thank you for meeting my sister.
Before anyone else can say anything, Maisie suddenly hugs Coda.
Maisie: I believe in you.
Coda: I believe in you.
Coda happily echos the words back at Maisie the same way the little girl said the words, then the hug separates. Bandit nods knowingly to Coda as Maisie takes hold of her sister’s hand. The two turn and start walking back up the hallway, each wearing a newly born smile.
-HELL'S TRINITY-VS-OLIVIA BLUE & LUCIE TAYLOR-
Of Hell’s Trinity, Belle and Kamilla are the legal participants of the match while Logan stands outside watching. After deciding who is legal and who is not, The match kicks off with Jezebelle and Lucie Taylor facing off. The two go for a tie up, but Lucie hits a few hard forearm shots, followed by a knee lift and a discus clothesline but Belle catches the arm and hits an STO for a quick two count pin!
Belle sends her for the ropes, Olivia tags herself in with a backslap unseen as Belle brings Lucy down with THE DEMON’S CURSE! Belle goes for another pin, but finds herself shocked when no count occurs. She rises to see Olivia on the top rope and flying off with a DIVING CROSSBODY but she’s caught in a forward carry, spun out and right into a jawbreaker! Olivia stumbles and falls to one knee as Belle tags in Kamilla.
Belle then gathers the slowly getting up Lucie and tosses her out of the ring, then promptly exits where she starts brawling with Olivia’s partner. Back in the ring, Kamilla wastes no time taking full advantage of her stunned foe, hitting THE BLACK ROSE! Olivia, in the middle of the ring with no escape or partner in sight, is forced to tap out!
WINNER: HELL’S TRINITY!!!
Koss: Hell’s Trinity picks up the win here!
Spazz: Olivia and Lucie did not work well as a team at all! Totally outclassed!
Koss: Indeed. I can’t wait to see what they do against a more seasoned and established tag team, like the Riot Group or even the Skillz Vendorz!
SEGMENT REBEL RHODES
Melinda Rhodes is seen walking backstage with security team members flanking her at both sides. She’s on her cell phone talking the entire time.
Rebel: Yeah thanks for sending over more security team members. I know 30 is a bit much but after the last few events, I want to double down and make sure we’re covered. No more of these attacks.
She smiles and nods.
Rebel: Yeah, right on. Anyways I gotta’ go. Show to run and all that.
She looks to one of the guards, a tall bald man with tanned skin and a great muscular build.
Rebel: I want this show to go off without a hitch!
He nods his head slowly.
Guard: Yes ma’am.
-LILY WILLIAMS-VS-CHRIS STYLES-
Chris doesn’t even give Lily time to warm up, bowling her over with the STYLES SMASH out of the starting gate. Stunned but trying to fight back in a dazed state, she manages to catch him on the chin as he picks her up and then hits THE STYLES DROP scoring the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER: CHRIS STYLES!!!
Spazz: Damn she walked in and got STOMPED
Koss: Lily clearly took Styles far too lightly!
SEGMENT BRUISER MAGUIRE
We cut backstage to find Becca “Bruiser” Maguire standing in front of a Shieldmaidens backdrop as she glares into the camera with a snarl across her face.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Tonight?! I finally get my fuckin’ hands on that gammy gowl, CCM! See lad?! I ain’t forgotten about ya’ll screwin’ me outta my Conquest Championship match at Hail The Apocalypse! All coz o’ ya issues with Luther Thunder and ya couldn’t keep shite professional and be the official ya should o’ been!
Bruiser cracks her knuckles.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: So here’s what’s gonna happen tonight! I’m gonna walk to that rin’... and I’m gonna fuckin’ annihilate ya! I’m gonna make ya’ll wish ya never fucked with my opportunity to become a champion here! I’m gonna kick ya so fuckin’ hard that I’ll end up knockin’ ya fuckin’ teeth outta ya mouth and make ya choke on ‘em!
The Shieldmaiden puts her hood up over her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And once I’m finished with ya’ll?! I’m comin’ for those freaks who injured my sister!
She 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.
The match begins with Bruiser bull rushing CCM, who promptly back pedals, slipping through the ropes, shouting “WAIT WAIT WAIT! I’M NOT READY!!!” She backs off, more than a little annoyed by this. When the two cross again, this repeats, only this time Bruiser doesn’t back off, initiating a brawl over the referee, in which CCM gets a thumb right in her eye, sending her staggering back, clutching at her eye angrily. She turns and a running chop block to the back of her knee takes her off her feet!
CCM goes for a knee drop and misses as Bruiser rolls to her feet, gingerly limping on one of her legs. CCM is on his feet in time to eat a FREEDOM PUNCH that drops him flat. He rolls over, groggy from the blow only to take THE KICKSTARTER and THE PIN!!! 1-2-3!!
WINNER: BRUISER MAGUIRE
Spazz: Big Mama Maguire just fucking dusted this shit!
Koss: CCM was off his game clearly tonight. I hope he does better in the future.
SEGMENT KATE STEELE
We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Kate Steele. She is standing in front of the camera with a barbed wire baseball bat in her hands. She cracks a wicked grin as she begins to speak.
Kate: Bloody fucking hell… You know I have to say from the bottom of my heart that I am absolutely happy with myself… I hope all of you were paying attention to the last show because for those who were I simply did exactly what I had promised to the entire world that I would do. I came to the ring and handled my business. I know my showing against Luther wasn’t exactly the greatest. Things didn’t really go in the way that I had hoped for them to go. The way that I was picked a part by Luther really didn’t sit well with me.
Kate nods her head as she begins to speak some more.
Kate: IT was the only thing that ran through the confines of my mind. That shit ate at me and I wanted to do better. After all when I was really moving through the ranks of this company I was a woman that was the epitome of a little fire cracker! Nothing could stop me from ascending through the ranks until I eventually shocked the entire world when I beat River Chance to become the Conquest Champion.
Kate chuckles again as she continues to speak.
Kate: That was me at my very best and nobody could tell me any differently. I took down challenger after challenger and I did everything in my power to elevate that title to different heights. When I lost that championship in a match where I didn’t get pinned that type of shit really got to me! I could have bounced back. I could have been that little engine that could, and risen through the ranks again. Instead of doing something of the sort however I just decided to cry like a little Bitch. I whined about it and I didn’t really showcase that I was a threat. I just lived in the past and that was my downfall.
Kate points at the ground in frustration as she yells at the top of her lungs.
Kate: I know that if you really want something, you need TO FIGHT FOR THAT SHIT! Make people know that you give a fuck at what you are fighting for. Make them care by showcasing that you care. That means whenever you have the chance you stand against the hate and you rise above it! After weeks… No… MONTHS of crying like a little Bitch what finally happened when I got into that huge one on one match with Luther?!
Kate just sighs as she looks back at the camera.
Kate: I DROPPED THE FUCKING BALL… It hurt my ego and I know I didn’t properly showcase that I was ready for that big main event like I should have. That is my fault and I am sorry to the fans for that performance. However what I can say is that two weeks ago I came out to the ring and I wrecked fucking shop. I stood in the ring and was able to take down Bruiser. Beating on a Shield Maiden felt really good. It was amazing! It was what needed to be done but more importantly it showcased something very important…
Kate begins to smirk as she holds her barbed wire back.
Kate: It showcased that I AM BACK!!! You see the commentators made reference that they want to see the old punk Kate Steele. They want to see that woman that dominated everything and anyone… No need to question about it anymore because I can tell you she’s back. I am the FUCKING SIREN and you better believe I am ready to sing! I guess that brings me to you Killer Carter. I get to step in the ring with a woman that is damn near 6 feet tall and weighs in over 160 lbs. On paper I know that means you have what it takes to fuck me up. You have the size advantage and for a woman that stands only at 5’2 and 110 lbs you could basically rag doll me. Am I scared?!
Kate quickly shakes her head.
Kate: HELL FUCKING NO!!! My ass stood in the ring with Ursula… I got my ass kicked but I still went to the ring and held my own. If I could do that against her I feel I could do that against anyone. That Hardcore Championship needs to go right around my waist. I deserve to have gold again and I will be damned if I let you stop me from winning the Hardcore Championship. BITCH I AM FUCKING HARDCORE WRESTLING! I am an 8 time Hardcore Championship throughout my wrestling career. In one company it was actually the first championship I ever held. I thought at one point in my life I was ready to walk away from it. I was ready to call it quits and call it a day. However I think winning this match would be a great fucking way to continue to showcase I am a huge fucking deal. People need to know that something very dangerous can come in a small package.
Kate points right at the camera.
Kate: You might be bigger than me but that’s when I grab an equalizer like this bat right here. I pull off some Negan shit and I just go to town with this bat. I will win by any means necessary and I don’t give a damn if you cut me open and my blood is all across the ring. As long as I walk away with the victory and my hand held high that’s all that matters. It’s time I take my place as being the woman again and reminding everyone why I am so dangerous. Killer Carter you can do whatever you want, but just like the Shield Maiden before you it’s time to take another one of you down. It’s time to take my championship and prove to the world that I am the queen pin of this company. Bloody hail Bitch but this Siren is ready to sing and by the night is over you will be SHIPWRECKED… See you soon and best of luck… I am going out there to fuck your shit up!
With that a determined Kate walks away as we go to elsewhere.
SEGMENT KILLER CARTER
We cut backstage to find Monty Proust standing by with a microphone in his hand and a somewhat concerned look on his face.
Monty Proust: Ladies… and gentlemen… please welcome… my guest at this time… she is the… SRW Hardcore Champion… Killer Carter…
The camera pans out a little to reveal the behemoth standing beside the interviewer and now it’s obvious why Proust is looking so concerned, because it’s apparent that the champion is very angry as the look on her face looks as though she’s about to murder someone.
Monty Proust: Carter… tonight you’re putting your Hardcore title on the line agai--
Killer Carter: Yeah! I know! Tonight I’m facing Kate fucking Steele with my title on the fucking line! And she just found herself in the wrong fucking place at the wrong fucking time!
Carter focuses her attention onto the camera.
Killer Carter: Iscariot?! Amara?! Lilith?! Bathory?! You hurt my future wife! And I’ll be fucking DAMNED if I’m going to let that slide! You lot claim to be from Hell?! Well the Shieldmaidens have already been to Hell and we made Satan our fucking bitch!
She readjusts the title over her shoulder.
Killer Carter: Once I get my hands on the four of you?! You’ll know damn well why they call me Killer! Because I will not stop beating the ever loving fuck out of you all until there’s nothing left to fucking beat!
KC looks down at her championship briefly before looking back into the camera.
Killer Carter: And as for you, Steele?! I ain’t overlooking you… make no mistake about it! But the mood that I’m in right now?! Anything that I do to you tonight?! It’s nothing personal… I just don’t fucking give a shit right now!
The behemoth then shoves Proust out of the way as she storms off camera as we cut elsewhere.
-KILLER CARTER (C)-VS-KATE STEELE-
In a ring full of weapons, the match begins with the two women butting heads, Carter bent forward to meet her shorter challenger’s forehead. There’s a shove by Carter that sends Kate rolling back, her shouting, “YOU’RE NOTHING! GO HOME LITTLE GIRL!”
Those angers Kate, sending her back on her feet and coming at Killer full speed. She ducks a kick, hits the ropes, springboards and hits a turning champion with a hard dropkick. Carter picks up a chair, as does Kate and the two swing, striking chairs with a loud clack. Kate siderolls a second chair shot and nails Carter in the back with a jumping chair shot! Carter stumbles forward as Kate hits the ropes again. Rebounding she’s caught off guard by Carter singing a chair right into her gut, sending her to the canvas thrashing in pain! Carter then starts to batter her with the chair while she’s down, over and over again before flinging it aside. She reaches down and despite Kate’s great pain, Carter is pulled down into THE SHIPWRECK!!! Suffering in agony from those chair shots, Kate pulls back, wrenching the arm as hard as she can in the seated Fujiwara! Killer Carter has no choice. No rope breaks, no way to escape, she taps out!!!
WINNER AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION: KATE STEELE!!!
Koss: We have a new hardcore champion!
Spazz: Woah… She fucked her ass UP!
Koss: Nobody, especially Carter, saw that coming, I’m sure.
Coda: Tonight is quite possibly the most important bout I have had thus far in my career, yet it is against a woman who got pinned less than a minute into each match the Splat MultiUniversal Championship was on the line.
The fan-favorite American-Korean says the words with conviction as she adjusts the notched collar on her polyester cream-white blazer standing in the janitor’s closet. Her back rests against a shelf of cleaning supplies.
Coda: This is not a match with gimmicky win conditions like the others. There are no penalty boxes, nor is there a stipulation where you are spared humiliation after a three-count as long as you rise before a second count to ten. If a Symphonic Elbow shatters Mariah’s soft jaw within the first minute, that three-count is the end. There are no do-overs, and there is nowhere to hide. She and I will be tied together by the neck with a dog collar — a weapon I will not hesitate to use as much as possible, and no amount of fetishization will make it feel pleasent.
Her calm demeanor contrasts her intense words, Coda’s tone slightly monotone as she lays out her thoughts on the upcoming main event while she starts to idly toy with a blue microfiber glass cleaning cloth she finds folded on one of the shelves as she talks.
Coda: I respect Mariah as a person, though. I acknowledge all she has achieved. With her even more prosperous cousin Danielle helping her along the way, she soon acquired almost all the titles she was eligible to hold in her promotions. She will become a Hall of Famer in due time. Thus, her poor performance in these MultiUniversal Championship matches should be seen as a coincidental exception, not the rule.
She starts to repeatedly toss the cloth like an amateur chef throws pizza dough and keeps catching it when it falls back down.
Coda: I want her at the level she was when she was a dominant WWA World Champion with no equal. I want to bring that title to the forefront of the wrestling community with hard-fought matches with unique throwback stipulations the likes of which you cannot find elsewhere! I want those who support me to say that whether or not I won the match, I still showed the strength of my resolve up against a member of the legendary Lopez family!
Then she smirks, adding a cheeky aside.
Coda: Even if all of them are constantly attempting to mutilate each other.
The Pint-Sized Kaiju starts to squeeze the cloth into a little ball inside her fist in front of the camera like she was imitating an anime character.
Coda: If I can defeat Mariah in front of this Georgia crowd, I will know I have what it takes to become a triple champion. Luther Thunder will fall as I capture the Ultimate Conquest Championship. Then, your Queen of the South Champion, Ursula Von Rossbach, will join me as Symphony of Destruction to overcome The Headhunters’ reign of terror and become the 1WM World Tag Team Champions.
She bows her head after she says the words, her dark hair covering her eyes as she takes a moment to revel in that thought.
Coda: It is a lofty goal, an achievement attained by very few in this business, but with your support and everyone else who took the time to spar with me, I know it is possible.
The contender looks back into the camera and gently brushes her hair out of her eyes with a gentle smile.
Coda: All deserve the chance to prove their strength, and tonight… in the main event… it is time I prove mine once and for all.
The words come out in almost a whisper for added effect. But then, her face suddenly gets intense with furrowed eyebrows, passionate eyes, and a Cheshire grin.
Coda: Say it with me, please…
As loud as she can, Coda shouts the words inside her small enclosure for everyone watching to hear!
Coda & Crowd: WE... WILL... FIGHT!!!
The audience cheers wildly in support of her while Coda traditionally bows with respect, then throws the cloth over the camera lens with a cute little giggle.
-RISA JACKSON-VS-ISA STORM-
Isa Storm walks into the match with a cocky swagger and immediately gets in Risa Jackson’s face, arms out talking every ounce of trash she can. Risa just smiles at her the entire time until…
“BITCH YOU AIN’T NOTHING WITHOUT A TIGER MASK!”
...The bell rings and a throat punch has Storm choking, followed by a gut kick and SPAGHETTIFICATION (Back stabber and Rings of Saturn combination!) Isa Storm has no choice but to tap out and submit!
WINNER: RISA JACKSON!!!
Spazz: Thanks for coming, Isa! Yous got pinned, go collect yo’ paycheck!
Koss: You do NOT even say the word Tiger in Risa Jackson’s presence without paying a steep price!
Spazz: Usually an ass-whuppin!
SEGMENT RIOT GROUP SMC
Banshee: So whot d’we bae doin’ taenight?
Bandit: Especially with Sorsh not booked…
Psycho nods from the corner, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
Psycho: Aye, everybody bae gettin’ tae fight taenight aside from me! Bex gettin’ CCM, Kara’ gettin’ Kate Staele an’ ye bae gettin’ th’ Socialites.
Bruiser, Killer and Bandit each nod in succession,
Psycho: An’ we bae knowin’ where th’ Covenant will bae laeter wit Der Laeder fightin’ Ursula...
This time, it’s Bullet’s turn to nod.
Bullet: And we will be ready if she needs us. We know Halo and several others will be as well. We do not allow what happened to Wildside, Maja and Taza go unanswered! The only question is how long we must wait…
The others all go silent for a second.
Bullet: We go out tonight, we take care of our business and we watch for the Covenant. We know they will be here. We know they will go for Ursula because she is biggest gun in place. We have had to watch them do so much….
She shakes her head.
Bullet: If we see them, we take the fight… to them!
The rest of the Maidens all nod in agreement.
Bullet Hell is empty…
Maidens: AND THE MAIDENS ARE HERE!
The Riot Group shows up to the ring, ready to go but the Socialites are nowhere to be found. The referee starts a count out with a booing crowd.
Bullet and Bandit both scoff and kick at the ropes in anger as the referee motions for the bell!
WINNER BY COUNT OUT: THE RIOT GROUP!!
The fans boo in huge uproar as the Maidens share their distaste for the lack of a wrestling tag team match this night!
Koss: How very disappointing!
Spazz: Smart move though. They knew they weren’t winning so they just stayed they’re asses at home.
SEGMENT MARIAH LOPEZ
We open up to the arena parking lot where Mariah Lopez and her personal Ninja Squad (Lethalclaw and Lethalkill) are standing beside their customized Cadillac Escalade. Mariah has the MultiUniversal Championship on her shoulders while her Ninja's continue to be expressionless behind her.
Mariah Lopez: A part of me feels like this Dog Collar match is a massive rib on what I do with my sex life.
Mariah shakes her head.
Mariah Lopez: But I actually prefer these unconventional matches because that is what the Splat MultiUniversal Championship is all about. Unpredictability, chaos, mayhem, all associated with this very championship on my shoulder. Get a close up of this prestigious belt.
The camera gets a closer look of the MultiUniversal Championship that sits comfortably on the shoulder of the "Latina Ninja".
Mariah Lopez: Sierra Silver, Lash Donohue and Gaia Galanos. Those three gave it everything they had, including the kitchen sink but it is I who is the champion. It is me who is defending this very championship against the best any promotion has to offer. Whether it is on a boat, NFW or right here in Southern Rebellious Wrestling...
There's the cheap pop in the arena as they watch this on the screen.
Mariah Lopez: I'm glad I mentioned the name of this company because the individual I am facing has been making a lot of waves around this sport within the last year or two. I'm always seeing her name pop up for something extraordinary she did. Or for when the Pretty Committee has bad mouthed her a time or two. I like to think she has some respect for me because she has mine without question. The girl can flat out go in the ring in any type of setting whether it would be hardcore or straight up wrestling.
A pause occurs.
Mariah Lopez: While I do give Coda her props, she has never faced a woman quite like me. I have the speed, the prowess, the god given talent to make anybody shake and tremble. The people I have beaten over the last ten years is a mile long and the match types I have competed in are the type of matches that are damn near unheard of. A Dog Collar match is one of those, and while I know Coda will give it everything she has and then some, I will give it right back to her.
Mariah mods before continuing.
Mariah Lopez: I'm not going to lie, I like it rough, it turns me on. I'll be expecting everything including the kitchen sink thrown at me... but I'll make damn sure I return the same in kind to you, Coda. You're good, really good... but you're not Mariah Lopez. You're not Ninja certified and while I do respect you, I will do everything within my power to make sure I walk out STILL THE CHAMPION of the MultiUniverse.
From there, Mariah and the Ninja's officially enter the arena.
SPLAT MULTIUNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP
DOG COLLAR MATCH
After the ring introductions by Madoka Kawada, the referee made sure the dog collars were secured to each competitor and then called for the bell. The instructions for the match are that the competitors must remain secured to each other with the dog collars, falls count anywhere, and the first pinfall wins the match. The winner of the match will head to Overpowered Wrestling next month. The challenger has not been named.
As the bell rings, the two competitors step up face to face, and Coda offers a handshake, to which Mariah accepts, and then they circle each other until there’s a lockup. The chain seems to get in the way as Mariah brings Coda down for a headlock, but Coda lifts her up and back for what looks like a back suplex, but Mariah flips all the way over and lands on her feet. There’s a friendly exchange before they lock up again.
Coda throws Mariah into the ropes and puts her down with a shoulderblock. Mariah is quick to get up, and she runs the ropes, and Coda shoulderblocks her again. This time Mariah falls through the top and second rope and spills to the floor.
Mariah quickly gets back to her feet and climbs back up on the apron, but Coda charges at her and gets a face full of chain for her trouble. The match spills to the outside, where Coda dumps Mariah over the guardrailing as security tries to move the fans out of the way. Coda pulls up the champ and hiptosses four rows, and Mariah falls down between the rows.
Coda climbs over the seats until she finds Mariah and then jumps up and down on her as Mariah is trapped in between. Coda walks out to the aisle and pulls Mariah by the chain, but as she leans down to grab her, Mariah counters with a jawbreaker in the aisle. Mariah drags Coda up the aisle, and they disappear into the concourse.
Coda gets to her feet, and the two begin to trade punches back and forth as security forms a barrier around the duo, who begin to fight towards the concession stand. Mariah charges Coda, who lifts her up and drops back, and Mariah’s face hits one of the tables, toppling it over on its side.
Coda picks up a metal napkin dispenser and slams it against Mariah’s head, drawing first blood, and Mariah is down. Coda covers but only gets a two-count. Coda is quick to her feet as she sets up the fallen table and pulls Mariah up into a suplex position, raises up the champion high, and falls back, dropping Mariah back first on the table as the crowd ooos. Coda crawls over and covers but again only gets a two count.
Coda questions the count, but the referee tells her it was two. As she goes to pull up Mariah, Mariah has found a bottle of mustard and sprays it in Coda’s eyes. Coda cries out as she claws at the yellow substance, temporarily blinded.
Mariah slowly gets to her feet and picks up one of the plastic chairs, and brings it down on Coda’s head, dropping the challenger. Mariah tries to walk to the SRW merch table, but the chain prevents her from going too far away from Coda, so angrily she stalks over and grabs Coda by the hair and just drags her across the floor.
The champ randomly grabs a “Shieldmaiden” t-shirt, wraps it around Coda’s neck, and pulls back. Coda, who’s still struggling with vision problems due to the mustard attack, tries to pull the souvenir from her neck, but Mariah has it locked in tight.
Coda tries to roll away with no luck, so instead, she flips backward, driving a knee into the top of Mariah’s head, forcing her to release the shirt as Coda crawls away to catch her breath as a bloody Mariah slowly gets to her feet and follows after Coda.
Coda uses the counter of the concession stand to pull herself up to her feet, and as Mariah charges at her, Coda back bodydrops her up and over the concession counter. Because they are attached by a chain, Coda has no choice but to crawl up onto the counter and then drop down on the other side.
Coda is tired but pulls up Mariah, whips her right into the popcorn maker, shatters the glass, and popcorn flies everywhere. Coda leans against the counter for a moment to catch her breath before she grabs at the chain and practically drags Mariah out of the concession booth through the door, and we see that Mariah is even more of a bloodier mess than she was previously.
As soon as they are out in the open, Coda drops down for a cover, but Mariah barely kicks out just before the three-count, which seems to confuse Coda, who was certain this would be over. Coda sits there on the floor, looking around to see what else she can use to put the champion down. Coda reaches for the chain, gets to her feet, and starts to pull Mariah, who manages to flip over and crawl instead of being dragged by the challenger.
As Coda reaches the door to the building, she kicks it open and but as she tries to pull Mariah through the door, Mariah blocks. The two competitors find themselves in a tug of war, with each one pulling on the chain.
Suddenly, Mariah changes tactics and charges Coda with a fist full of chain and just clocks her in the head with it, sending Coda tumbling down several of the cement stairs. She might have gone further if they weren’t connected together.
Mariah leans against the railing outside the building as she considers her next move, her eyes darting around for something. Finally, she walks down the few stairs to Coda, grabs the challenger by the hair, and struggles to pull her to her feet. She drags her back to the top of the stairs and tucks Coda’s head between her legs and wraps her arms around her waist, and lifts then falls back into a piledriver on the concrete.
She could cover, but instead, Mariah gets to her feet and pulls up Coda. She flips the chain up and over the door to the building, and then with all her might, she pulls.
Coda’s eyes snap open as she finds herself against the door, and Mariah is starting to raise her up off the ground, with Coda’s tiptoes barely touching the ground. Coda grabs the collar around her throat as the referee is right there asking if she wants to submit.
Coda claws at the collar as her eyes begin to roll back in her head. Eventually, her arms fall to her side. The referee calls for the bell and forces Mariah to release the chain, and Coda falls to the ground as medical personnel swarms the two competitors to check them out.
WINNER BY REFEREE’S STOPPAGE, AND STILL SPLAT MULTIUNIVERSAL CHAMPION, MARIAH LOPEZ!!!
Spazz: That was match of the night! Holy fuck! I hope Coda is ok!
Koss: She fought so hard, but I think if it weren’t for that Dog Collar, we’d have had a new Multiuniversal Champion on SRW soil.
Spazz: Dog Collars make choke outs waaaaaay too easy.
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT-
Jason Backe’s “Ave Satani” plays. The Arena Lights darken as dim, off-white lighting shines from beneath the entrance stage and the lights above. The imposing frame of the Dreadlord of the Dead, Samael Iscario, steps out wearing a broken skull crown and a regal black leather coat held together by gold chains down the front. His fingers and hands are wrapped in black cloth wrappings. Fog fills the arena in his wake, lifeless, dead eyes stare upon the ring as he makes his way down the aisle.
He climbs the steps, slips through the ropes, and stops, removing his crown and setting it down in the corner. The corpse painted face, framed in long, greasy black hair, gives a cheshire smile as his music cuts. As he speaks, his voice seems amplified, but there is no visible microphone upon him.
Samael: At last…. Our appointed time has come, Lady Terminator. Though it is not for the gold, defeating you this night will give me the chance I desire.
The voice of Ursula Von Rossbach booms over the speakers.
UVR: You assume much….
Cue Sevendust’s “Unforgiven” as Ursula Von Rossbach enters to red and orange lights, her championship firmly in place on her shoulder. She wastes no time with theatrics or spectacle, sprinting down to ringside. Her speed seems to take Samael by surprise, for she slides into the ring and gets right to her feet. She’s driving him back with thunderous blows unanswered. Is the Dreadlord laughing at her….?
The referee outside motions for the bell.
He catches her fist with a meaty smack of knuckle against taped flesh. Samael returns with a throat thrust but she catches his wrist. Both struggle against each other for a moment, only for Ursula to drive him into the ropes with a Gastrizine kick! He hits the ropes and falls to his knees, where he is subjected to furious knee strikes from Ursula over and over again.
Suddenly she finds herself shoved back with one powerful palm to her abdomen. He rises calmly, seemingly just as unfeeling as she. His paint is smudged and smeared, but still an unsettling visage of death laughing at her.
She moves in at a brisk stride. He parries the first and second strikes with one hand, blocking a low kick with a raised shin followed by a short front kick of his own to the gut, a palm strike to her chin, and a backhand to the face, all in one fast motion of his blocking hand. The other remains behind his back in mocking fashion. Ursula catches his arm, twists and yanks him forward into a wristlock. He flips forward, rolls to his feet, and snaps a kick straight to her gut, followed by one to her chin, snapping her head back and sending her stumbling back. He then finishes with an impressive twirling roundhouse kick that spins her around and drops her to one knee!
Samael is on her in a flash with a hand to her throat and lifting her off her feet to slam her into a corner. There he lifts her up, seating her at thetop while still holding her by the throat. Before he could lift her off, a boot meets the side of his head, followed by another and another. She grabs his wrist and wrenches it from her throat, then rises to stand, walks the rope, and leaps off with a classic “Oldschool” clubbing strike to the back of his shoulder blade. He’s driven off of his feet and to his knees.
It is Ursula now grabbing him by the throat and violently spinning around and hurling him into the corner, where she proceeds to unload with vicious blows, working the man’s body as if a punching bag. Suddenly he wraps both hands around Ursula’s throat, yanks her off of her feet and rushes to the center of the canvas with a CHOKEBOMB! He goes for the pin from the guard position, hiking one of her legs over his shoulder! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHH-SHOULDER UP!
Ursula suddenly rolls a shoulder up while driving her forearm into the side of his head. She rolls him over, assuming a full mount where she then starts battering him with more punishing blows! The Lady Terminator grabs him by the throat with both hands, hops onto her feet and pulls him out from under her to a stand, then backbridges with an overhead choke toss! He lands with a skid, flat backed. Ursula rolls to her feet and advances.
He sits up and gets to his feet, catching her with a throat thrust and a palm strike to the chest that actually drives her back a step. He backs into the ropes and moves in for a big boot that drives Ursula back a step but again doesn’t drop her!
She moves in with a low kick feint, which he falls for, opening him up for a surprise snap kick to the side of his head and THE GREAT KICK that snaps the dreadlord’s head back! He stumbles and falls back into the ropes. Ursula advances forward as he bounces back and hits her with an ear pop, discombobulating her momentarily. He kicks her hard in the knee, then fires off a knee, which she blocks and answers with THE BIONIC HEADBUTT!
His head snaps to one side, a big smear of his face paint on her forehead, but Samael doesn’t go down! He fires back a headbutt of his own. Ursula doesn’t budge either and back and forth the two headbutt each other until suddenly he catches her head, blood running down his painted face as he tries to gouge her eyes out! Ursula growls and knees him in the gut, then slings him away from her! She wipes at her eyes for a moment, then turns right into A BLOOD MIST right in her eyes!!! It’s devastating, she claws at her face, roaring as she shows a rare sign of pure agony as it burns at skin and optical nerves alike.
Samael moves in from behind, taking Ursula’s arms and lifting her up in a double rear chicken wing, and driving her to the canvas with her own finisher THE VON TERMINATOR!!! He flips her and pins her! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Ursula kicks out in explosive fashion, kicking Samael off of her. She sits up, suddenly not registering anything, her expression intense and her visage chilling and cold. Samael claps and shouts, “FINALLY!!! SHOW ME THE REAL YOU!!!”
Her head lowers and she walks right for him with mechanical grace, her hand grabbing him by the throat with such speed, he wasn’t even able to intercept. As she strangles Lord Iscariot, he lets out croaked laughs. It was then that we noticed the referee has been standing in a trance, his eyes rolled back. He pulls a black jack from his pocket it and cracks Ursula across the back of her head. She drops to her knee, getting hit again! Iscariot takes full advantage with a scoop sitout Piledriver he calls RUST IN PEACE!!!!
With a crowd stunned, the referee throws the weapon from his hand and suddenly snaps out of his daze, unsure of what just happened. He drops and counts.
ONE!!! TTTTWWWWOOOO!!! TTTTHHHHRREEEEE!!!
WINNER: SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT!!!
Spazz: Dude what the actual fuck is going on?
Koss: I don’t know! The referee seemed possessed!
The lights go out. When they come back on, Ursula is surrounded by the entire Covenant, fighting to get up, bleeding from the back of her head. The each hold in their hands gnarled, hardwood staves wrapped in barbwire, which they then proceed to beat her mercilessly while she’s down, Samael standing back and watching.
Koss: Where in the hell is security?! We have 40 guards in the building!
The Shield Maidens along with Melinda Rhodes herself, step out onto the stage and promptly march down only to find several hooded and robed figures stepping around the stage area to surround them.
Spazz: Here comes the cavalry and damn… that’s alotta’ hooded motherfuckers!
The maidens charge forward and lock horns with the robed figures. The brawl is intense but the Maidens are clearly outnumbered! They manage to hold their own and before long one of the hooded men is disrobed to reveal an SRW Security guard, but his eyes are white, just as the referee’s were!
Koss: OH MY GOD! THE CULTISTS ARE POSSESSED SECURITY GUARDS!
Spazz: That explains how the hell they’ve gotten away with all the shit! Security’s been mind fucked by this Iscariot motherfucker!!!
Iscariot smiles as he holds his arms out at his sides, showing his power as several more of SRW’s security comes out. Ursula, meanwhile, is in a state she’s never been seen in before, beaten bloody in the middle of the ring and unable to fight back! Asmodeus smiles as he speaks and his voice carries over the house speakers.
Samael: BEHOLD MY POWER AND SEE THE FUTURE, URSULA VON ROSSBACH. ON FRIDAY THE 13TH, IN THE CITY OF ATLANTA… THE QUEEN SHALL FALL! LONG LIVE THE KING!!!!
Koss: Not if the Maidens get their hands on you first!
The Shield Maidens burst through the possessed security team, bowling through them to charge the ring and just as they arrive, the arena lights go out. When they come back on, the Maidens and Melinda Rhodes are standing with a battered, bloodied Ursula Von Rossbach who is slow to rise, but does not make it further than getting up to one knee, quivering with effort.
Spazz: Fuck I’ve never seen Ursula this fucked up in a looooong time.
Koss: No doubt. She’s in rough shape!
The possessed security team members all collapse to the floor, no longer under the control of Samael.
Koss: What a rough end to a very rough show. August 13th, 2021, SRW will be hosting the PPV event Fatal Friday!
Spazz: Fatal Friday?
Koss: The main event will be Ursula Von Rossbach her championship against the new number one contender….
Spazz: You mean this shit is going to count?!!
Spazz: That is some serious bullshit, yo!
Koss: Indeed. Unfortunately that’s all the time we have! Thank you for watching and have a good night!
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