Post by Melinda Rhodes on Aug 1, 2021 20:28:57 GMT -7
MERCEDES-BENZ STADIUM
ATLANTA, GA
8/13/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
TABLES, LADDERS, AND CHAIRS
-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
ATLANTA, GA
8/13/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
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INTRO
BACKSTAGE
INTRO
"Hotel California" by Violet Orlandi and Melodicka bros hits the PA system, pyro going off in perfect timing on the stage. The highlight reel plays as the fans cheer loud and hard for the opening of the show! We cut straight to the commentary booth where we find Joe Koss and Mike Spazz eager and ready to go!
Koss: Joe Koss alongside my broadcast partner, Mike Spazz and what a stacked card we have for you tonight!
Spazz: Fuck yeah! Opening things up is Killer Carter taking on Risa Jackson!
Koss: That's sure to be a scintillating match up! Followed by CCM taking on Kendrick Kross, A No.1 Contendership for the Ultimate Conquest Championship is on the line in a submission match featuring Sam Tolson and Bruiser Maguire...
Spazz: I like Sammy, but I gotta' put money down on Maguire. She's hungry and mean as fuck!
Koss: A first ever for SRW follows that, with a Crazy 8 Match for the Hardcore Championship. Kate Steele will be defending against a very game Psycho Maguire looking for her 4th run with the championship!
Spazz: Psycho's fucking Awesome. I don't see anyone keeping her from the Hardcore Gold again!
Koss: A tag Team Ultimate X match for the Southern Cross Tag Team Championships, Luther Thunder and Coda facing off in a three stages of Hell match for the Ultimate Conquest Champiosnhip!
Spazz: Heard they randomly determined that shit before the show started.
Koss: I believe so, but we won't know what that is until the match comes up. Last but not least, there is the main event, Ursula Von Rossbach defending her title against Samael Iscariot in a Last One Standing Death Match!
Spazz: We got Monty standing by backstage with Killer Carter looking to get interviewed before her match! Let's cut to it!
Koss: Joe Koss alongside my broadcast partner, Mike Spazz and what a stacked card we have for you tonight!
Spazz: Fuck yeah! Opening things up is Killer Carter taking on Risa Jackson!
Koss: That's sure to be a scintillating match up! Followed by CCM taking on Kendrick Kross, A No.1 Contendership for the Ultimate Conquest Championship is on the line in a submission match featuring Sam Tolson and Bruiser Maguire...
Spazz: I like Sammy, but I gotta' put money down on Maguire. She's hungry and mean as fuck!
Koss: A first ever for SRW follows that, with a Crazy 8 Match for the Hardcore Championship. Kate Steele will be defending against a very game Psycho Maguire looking for her 4th run with the championship!
Spazz: Psycho's fucking Awesome. I don't see anyone keeping her from the Hardcore Gold again!
Koss: A tag Team Ultimate X match for the Southern Cross Tag Team Championships, Luther Thunder and Coda facing off in a three stages of Hell match for the Ultimate Conquest Champiosnhip!
Spazz: Heard they randomly determined that shit before the show started.
Koss: I believe so, but we won't know what that is until the match comes up. Last but not least, there is the main event, Ursula Von Rossbach defending her title against Samael Iscariot in a Last One Standing Death Match!
Spazz: We got Monty standing by backstage with Killer Carter looking to get interviewed before her match! Let's cut to it!
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to find Monty Proust standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face.
Monty Proust: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Killer Carter.
The camera pans out a little to reveal the behemoth known as Killer Carter standing beside the interviewer, her large tree trunk-like arms crossed over her broad chest as she glares forward, not even really paying attention to Proust.
Monty Proust: Carter, tonight here at Fatal Friday… you’re going one on one with one of SRW’s newest acquisitions, Risa Jackson. What are your thoughts--
Killer Carter: Yeah! I get to welcome one of the new people to this company instead of being able to get my hands on the fucking freaks who hurt my future wife!
KC seethes as her chest heaves with anger.
Killer Carter: Now I fucking know how good Risa Jackson is and I know I’m gonna be having a fight tonight! I also know that my Shieldmaiden sisters, Halo and Ursula are gonna destroy those bastards tonight! But I shouldn’t be the welcoming committee for the new people! I should be in that Casket Tornado Tag Elimination match!
Monty Proust: In fairness… you did relinquish your right to battle them to Halo… who is in the same boat as you are.
Carter shoots Proust a glare.
Killer Carter: That was before they attacked my Gabs! And if Halo wanted to get her hands on them so badly for what they did to her wife? Why the fuck didn’t SHE go out there when The Covenant attacked The Wolfpack?! She didn’t! And who did?! Me!
The behemoth waves it off.
Killer Carter: Whatever! What’s done is done! And The Covenant better PRAY that their opponents tonight take care of them! Because if there is anything left of any of them after tonight?! You can bet that I’ll be coming for their blood!
Monty Proust: And what about your opponent for tonight?
Carter shrugs.
Killer Carter: She’s gonna find out what it’s like to step into the ring against a pissed off giant!
The Shieldmaiden then storms off camera, leaving the interviewer alone as we cut elsewhere.
Spazz: She's got a point, where was Halo?
Koss: It's hard to say. Halo could have been in the cafeteria on the other of the building too. It takes a bit to get to ringside!
Spazz: Excuses, lunchbox!
Monty Proust: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Killer Carter.
The camera pans out a little to reveal the behemoth known as Killer Carter standing beside the interviewer, her large tree trunk-like arms crossed over her broad chest as she glares forward, not even really paying attention to Proust.
Monty Proust: Carter, tonight here at Fatal Friday… you’re going one on one with one of SRW’s newest acquisitions, Risa Jackson. What are your thoughts--
Killer Carter: Yeah! I get to welcome one of the new people to this company instead of being able to get my hands on the fucking freaks who hurt my future wife!
KC seethes as her chest heaves with anger.
Killer Carter: Now I fucking know how good Risa Jackson is and I know I’m gonna be having a fight tonight! I also know that my Shieldmaiden sisters, Halo and Ursula are gonna destroy those bastards tonight! But I shouldn’t be the welcoming committee for the new people! I should be in that Casket Tornado Tag Elimination match!
Monty Proust: In fairness… you did relinquish your right to battle them to Halo… who is in the same boat as you are.
Carter shoots Proust a glare.
Killer Carter: That was before they attacked my Gabs! And if Halo wanted to get her hands on them so badly for what they did to her wife? Why the fuck didn’t SHE go out there when The Covenant attacked The Wolfpack?! She didn’t! And who did?! Me!
The behemoth waves it off.
Killer Carter: Whatever! What’s done is done! And The Covenant better PRAY that their opponents tonight take care of them! Because if there is anything left of any of them after tonight?! You can bet that I’ll be coming for their blood!
Monty Proust: And what about your opponent for tonight?
Carter shrugs.
Killer Carter: She’s gonna find out what it’s like to step into the ring against a pissed off giant!
The Shieldmaiden then storms off camera, leaving the interviewer alone as we cut elsewhere.
Spazz: She's got a point, where was Halo?
Koss: It's hard to say. Halo could have been in the cafeteria on the other of the building too. It takes a bit to get to ringside!
Spazz: Excuses, lunchbox!
-KILLER CARTER-VS-RISA JACKSON-
The bell sounds and Risa Jackson runs for a kee strike on Carter that almost sends the large woman through the ropes. Carter remains on her feet and Jackson gets off a flurry of strikes before jumping into an almost Superman forearm shot to the face. Carter stumbles a few steps but remains upright. Jackson jumps off the ropes and hits a wicked kick that sends Carter down to one knee. Jackson comes running for another knee only for Carter to catch her in a spinning sidewalk slam. Carter holds for the cover.
Jackson kicks out.
Carter drags Jackson up and punches her dead in the mouth. Jackson falls to one knee and Carter hits her again. Jackson spins onto all fours and Carter runs to the ropes, rebounding off to come back for a running mafia kick. Jackson catches her coming in and rolls into an inside cradle.
Carter kicks out.
The two competitors get to their feet and start to exchange shots. Jackson getting in kicks, knees and elbows, Carter just going with plain old punches in between. Both draw blood on the other and keep going as the crowd cheers them on. Jackson tries to jump into a big elbow but Carter catches her and throws her over the top rope to the floor. As the crowd reacts in both jubilation and horror, Carter slips out to the floor, grabs Jackson and bounces her off the ring post. Carter takes her to the barricade but her grip slips and allows Jackson to thumb the larger woman in the eyes. Jackson jumps up onto the barricade and spins into a kick that sends Carter reeling back into the edge of the ring. Jackson rolls into the ring and back out to break up the count and Carter catches her coming out with a choke. Jackson kicks at Carter's knee and then goes to the eyes again. She scrambles into the ring, Carter right behind her. Jackson runs across the ring, jumps onto the ropes and springboards back into Type I. Carter goes down and Jackson covers.
Carter barely gets a shoulder up.
Jackson pounds the mat in frustration and then goes to the corner. She climbs to the top and goes for a meteora. Carter catches her and transitions into a powerbomb, sticking Jackson like a tent peg. Carter holds for the cover.
Jackson manages to get a shoulder up.
Carter staggers up and takes her time to get her bearings. When she goes to lean over and pulls Jackson up, Jackson pulls her into a cradle again.
Carter kicks out.
Both get to their feet and Jackson gets in a flurry of strikes again that ends with Carter knocked down into the seated position near the corner. Jackson sets and goes for the Impact Crater. Carter gets up and catches her, almost cutting Jackson in half with the spear. Carter pulls Jackson up and hits the Jackhammer.
1!!
2!!!
3!!!
WINNER: KILLER CARTER!!!!
Koss: Spear and a Jackhammer! It's over!
Spazz: Damn near split Risa right the fuck in half yo!
We head backstage at the world-renowned Mercedes-Benz Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia, where Tracy Dixon is stretching out, strapping up her ring boots. When from behind a nearby production crate...
Voice: BOO!
Dixon squawks, losing her balance and lands in the splits position. We see a smirking Kara Harrington.
Kara: Dang. You’re pretty agile for a woman with your... plumptiousness.
Dixon: OWWWW!
Kara: Want me to help you up or something?
Dixon: Don’t TOUCH ME!
Harrington shrugs.
Kara: Fine, stay down there then. Are you able to climb a ladder.
Tracy frowned.
Dixon: I’m not good with heights..
Kara: Not what I asked, I asked are you able to climb.
Taking a deep breath the Kentuckian looks at Harrington.
Dixon: Look, I really can’t do the high spot type of stuff and..
Kara: Look if you get high or not, I don’t care. Do it after the match.
Dixon: I don’t get high!
Kara: Great, then don’t do it after the match. Look, this is Tables, Ladders and Chairs. There will be..
Tracy cuts her off.
Dixon: Tables and chairs, yeah! I know, I’m not a idiot!
Kara: ..and ladders.
Dixon: Yeah!? Why are you insisting on bringing up ladders?
Harringon squats down taking her face to Tracy’s level her voice, deep and damn near demonic.
Kara: Bitch, can you climb them?
Dixon: Yes, but I don’t want to!
Kara: Not what I asked..
Dixon: I’m just telling you that.
Harrington tilts her head with a wolf-öike smirk.
Kara: ..telling me, huh?
Tracy shakes her head in panic.
Dixon: Look, I didn’t mean it like that I just..
Kara: No tell me, what are you telling me Tracy, what in the blue blazes of hell exists in this world that you think you can tell me, about a match involving tables, ladders and chairs that I don’t already know, that I already haven’t done, that hasn’t already be done to me..
Dixon: Totally didn’t mean to sass you I swear!
Without a warning Kara yanked her to her feet and smiled.
Kara: Good, I’d hate to have to go against Pretty Committee on my own.
That made Tracy a bit easy she sighs with relief holding up a fist.
Dixon: Yeah we got this Kara, House Of Dix is ine effect ya’ll..
Harrington glares at the fist.
Kara: Nope, don’t do that.
Dixon: We still a team though, right?
Harrington smiles and slaps Tracy on the back.
Kara: Oh yeah! Sure thing!
Dixon: Wow..that’s a relief for a moment I thought you were going to ritual sacrifice me or some shit..
Harrington glares at her again. Not smiling.
Dixon: I mean if you MUST sacrifice someone..PC’s right there, nobody likes them! Kill them instead, not me!
Kara: It’s not nice to poke fun at someone’s religion Tracy..
Dixon: Oh shit, look I didn’t realize you practice human sacrifice and shit, hail satan and all that, look just can we please get through this match because after what those bitches did to House, I want to deliver them pain, suffering and anguish they haven’t experienced since they didn’t fit in to the mean girls remake at high school! We are a team, you and me Kara just like me and House were a a team and..
Kara puts a hand on Tracy’s mouth.
Kara: You talk too damn much, here’s the deal tons of love. We are a team, we will deliver them pain, you will get to do it..
Slowly Tracy nods along Kara’s hand still on her mouth as Harrington goes on.
Kara: ..who knows I might need to use you as a weapon a big gal like you dropping on the pair of those twigs..that would be like an anvil..snapping them. Then I could just climb my way up for the win.
Dixon (muffled) MFFFHFH!
Kara: Cool? See you out there then..
She pats Dixon on the back, and walks off and we see Tracy with tears in her eyes.
Dixon: Jesus Wends if you don’t come back soon this bitch gonna kill me!
Spazz: Crazy one way or the other yo!
Koss: And their match is coming up NEXT!!!
Jackson kicks out.
Carter drags Jackson up and punches her dead in the mouth. Jackson falls to one knee and Carter hits her again. Jackson spins onto all fours and Carter runs to the ropes, rebounding off to come back for a running mafia kick. Jackson catches her coming in and rolls into an inside cradle.
Carter kicks out.
The two competitors get to their feet and start to exchange shots. Jackson getting in kicks, knees and elbows, Carter just going with plain old punches in between. Both draw blood on the other and keep going as the crowd cheers them on. Jackson tries to jump into a big elbow but Carter catches her and throws her over the top rope to the floor. As the crowd reacts in both jubilation and horror, Carter slips out to the floor, grabs Jackson and bounces her off the ring post. Carter takes her to the barricade but her grip slips and allows Jackson to thumb the larger woman in the eyes. Jackson jumps up onto the barricade and spins into a kick that sends Carter reeling back into the edge of the ring. Jackson rolls into the ring and back out to break up the count and Carter catches her coming out with a choke. Jackson kicks at Carter's knee and then goes to the eyes again. She scrambles into the ring, Carter right behind her. Jackson runs across the ring, jumps onto the ropes and springboards back into Type I. Carter goes down and Jackson covers.
Carter barely gets a shoulder up.
Jackson pounds the mat in frustration and then goes to the corner. She climbs to the top and goes for a meteora. Carter catches her and transitions into a powerbomb, sticking Jackson like a tent peg. Carter holds for the cover.
Jackson manages to get a shoulder up.
Carter staggers up and takes her time to get her bearings. When she goes to lean over and pulls Jackson up, Jackson pulls her into a cradle again.
Carter kicks out.
Both get to their feet and Jackson gets in a flurry of strikes again that ends with Carter knocked down into the seated position near the corner. Jackson sets and goes for the Impact Crater. Carter gets up and catches her, almost cutting Jackson in half with the spear. Carter pulls Jackson up and hits the Jackhammer.
1!!
2!!!
3!!!
WINNER: KILLER CARTER!!!!
Koss: Spear and a Jackhammer! It's over!
Spazz: Damn near split Risa right the fuck in half yo!
BACKSTAGE
We head backstage at the world-renowned Mercedes-Benz Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia, where Tracy Dixon is stretching out, strapping up her ring boots. When from behind a nearby production crate...
Voice: BOO!
Dixon squawks, losing her balance and lands in the splits position. We see a smirking Kara Harrington.
Kara: Dang. You’re pretty agile for a woman with your... plumptiousness.
Dixon: OWWWW!
Kara: Want me to help you up or something?
Dixon: Don’t TOUCH ME!
Harrington shrugs.
Kara: Fine, stay down there then. Are you able to climb a ladder.
Tracy frowned.
Dixon: I’m not good with heights..
Kara: Not what I asked, I asked are you able to climb.
Taking a deep breath the Kentuckian looks at Harrington.
Dixon: Look, I really can’t do the high spot type of stuff and..
Kara: Look if you get high or not, I don’t care. Do it after the match.
Dixon: I don’t get high!
Kara: Great, then don’t do it after the match. Look, this is Tables, Ladders and Chairs. There will be..
Tracy cuts her off.
Dixon: Tables and chairs, yeah! I know, I’m not a idiot!
Kara: ..and ladders.
Dixon: Yeah!? Why are you insisting on bringing up ladders?
Harringon squats down taking her face to Tracy’s level her voice, deep and damn near demonic.
Kara: Bitch, can you climb them?
Dixon: Yes, but I don’t want to!
Kara: Not what I asked..
Dixon: I’m just telling you that.
Harrington tilts her head with a wolf-öike smirk.
Kara: ..telling me, huh?
Tracy shakes her head in panic.
Dixon: Look, I didn’t mean it like that I just..
Kara: No tell me, what are you telling me Tracy, what in the blue blazes of hell exists in this world that you think you can tell me, about a match involving tables, ladders and chairs that I don’t already know, that I already haven’t done, that hasn’t already be done to me..
Dixon: Totally didn’t mean to sass you I swear!
Without a warning Kara yanked her to her feet and smiled.
Kara: Good, I’d hate to have to go against Pretty Committee on my own.
That made Tracy a bit easy she sighs with relief holding up a fist.
Dixon: Yeah we got this Kara, House Of Dix is ine effect ya’ll..
Harrington glares at the fist.
Kara: Nope, don’t do that.
Dixon: We still a team though, right?
Harrington smiles and slaps Tracy on the back.
Kara: Oh yeah! Sure thing!
Dixon: Wow..that’s a relief for a moment I thought you were going to ritual sacrifice me or some shit..
Harrington glares at her again. Not smiling.
Dixon: I mean if you MUST sacrifice someone..PC’s right there, nobody likes them! Kill them instead, not me!
Kara: It’s not nice to poke fun at someone’s religion Tracy..
Dixon: Oh shit, look I didn’t realize you practice human sacrifice and shit, hail satan and all that, look just can we please get through this match because after what those bitches did to House, I want to deliver them pain, suffering and anguish they haven’t experienced since they didn’t fit in to the mean girls remake at high school! We are a team, you and me Kara just like me and House were a a team and..
Kara puts a hand on Tracy’s mouth.
Kara: You talk too damn much, here’s the deal tons of love. We are a team, we will deliver them pain, you will get to do it..
Slowly Tracy nods along Kara’s hand still on her mouth as Harrington goes on.
Kara: ..who knows I might need to use you as a weapon a big gal like you dropping on the pair of those twigs..that would be like an anvil..snapping them. Then I could just climb my way up for the win.
Dixon (muffled) MFFFHFH!
Kara: Cool? See you out there then..
She pats Dixon on the back, and walks off and we see Tracy with tears in her eyes.
Dixon: Jesus Wends if you don’t come back soon this bitch gonna kill me!
Spazz: Crazy one way or the other yo!
Koss: And their match is coming up NEXT!!!
TABLES, LADDERS, AND CHAIRS
-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
The bell barely even rings before Kara Harrington goes after both Veronica and Bianca with great viciousness, double clotheslining them off their feet. She then drags Veronica around and tosses her over the ropes! Tracy Dixon goes after Bianca, who tries to escape by crawling out of the ring but is caught by her foot and dragged away from the ropes. She’s hoisted up to a stand and thinking fast, Bianca hits an Enziguri, surprising Tracy! This moment of triumph gets cut short by Kara catching her with a Knee Trembler into a Spinning Neckbreaker! Bianca hit’s the canvas and rolls out of the ring!
Tracy and Kara give each other nods as Veronica and Bianca are now side by side, Vero helping her up. The two run for the ropes and actually leap through with matching Suicide Dives, tackling both of their opponents. Tracy is up with a woop and a loud “HELL YEAH!” which furthers the big POP from the crowd.
Kara snatches up a chair and WHACKS Veronica Taylor’s back with it! Veronica stumble-walks away, crying out in agony yet so desperate for escape that she pushes through. She can’t get get away fast enough eating another chair shot to the back with the fans cheering on! Tracy, meanwhile, has Bianca back in the ring, who presently is begging for her life. Tracy is unsure of how to feel about it, feeling as if she’s about to be tricked. This hesitation allows Bianca to reach for THE PERFUME SPRAY but Tracy thinks fast, knocking it from her hand and sending it to the floor! She then grabs Bianca by the throat and hurls her into the corner!
Outside Veronica Taylor fights to get away from Kara, throwing a table, a ladder, and the ring steps behind her in an effort to slow her foe down. She trips, falling next to the perfume bottle, where she quickly curls up to hide it.
Back in the ring, Bianca ducks away from Tracy, kicking her in the back of her legs several times before nearly taking her off her feet with a spinning heel kick! Tracy falls forward, draped on the second rope. She sees Veronica with the perfume bottle as Kara raises the chair up over her head.
Tracy: KARA LOOK OUT!!!
Kara’s confused, hesitating for a moment only for Veronica to roll over and spray a red mist in her face! The chair clatters as Kara screams in sheer, murderous agony! Veronica drops her with EXED OUT (Roll of the Dice).
Tracy pushes to her feet, angry, and turns right into a LADDER TO THE FACE from Bianca Davis! Veronica slides into the ring, brutally stomping Tracy while Bianca leans the ladder up in the corner. The two then whip Tracy into the ladder with a loud SMACK! She hits it and staggers off of it, stunned and falls to her knees. Veronica and Bianca then hit THE PRETTYFYER (Dual Curb Stomps) On Tracy Dixon, who bounces and flips onto her back on impact!
Veronica drags Tracy to the center of the ring, Bianca places the ladder on top of her and the two climb to the top, gathering the briefcase up top. Kara Harrington climbs onto the ring apron, bleary eyed and clearly looking horrific with the reddened face. Teeth gritted, half-blinded, she hops onto the ropes and leaps off, much to the Pretty Committee’s dismay, dropkicking the ladder out from under them! Bianca grabs onto the briefcase while Veronica falls screaming out of the ring!!!
Kara leaps onto her legs, Bianca screaming “NO! IT’S MINE! THE PRIZE IS MINE!!!” Despite the Queen B’s kicking, Kara climbs up her. There’s a struggle and suddenly the hook unlatches with the two falling to the canvas beside the still stirring Tracy. Bianca rolls out of the ring, raising the briefcase in her hand and laughing maniacally. She’s joined by Veronica Taylor who, naturally makes the L shape on her forehead. The fans boo uproariously as Kara falls to her knees, gripping at her still burning face. Tracy glares at the Pretty Committee as her friend succumbs to the suffering of the burning red fluid on her face.
WINNERS: PRETTY COMMITTEE!!!
Spazz: This did NOT go as either of them planned!
Koss: This chemical warfare business with The Pretty Committee has GOT to stop!
Spazz: You think theys gonna' let somebody frisk 'em at the front door.
Koss: If it becomes policy because of repeated incidents like this? Yes!
We are backstage at the world-renowned Mercedes-Benz Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia with the former Ultimate Conquest Champion Crazy Crazy Millar and his father Winston Millar-Dyson. The British Brute is sitting on an equipment crate smoking a big fat cigar.
WMD: Look kid, this Kross may seem like a k or two short to be a full box of special k cereal but last thing you need is to overlook him and end up looking like some rice krispies. So what I need you to do out there is to crush him, yeah?
Yorkshire Terror has a death glare in his eyes as he nods.
CCM: Snap, crackle & pop. Got it.
WMD: It’s not the Main Event just yet my son, but given the right time and treatment it could be one of the classics and…
“OH Would you look at that?!”
We hear a theatrical booming voice off camera and in walks the CURRENT Ultimate Conquest Champion Luther Thunder, with his championship.
Luther: If it isn’t my main man from England, Mr. C. C. M.
He motions for the letters in the air walking over and glancing at WMD to finish his statement.
Luther: ...and his dad.
CCM: What do you want, Luther?
The big Dutchman smirks.
Luther: Me? Not much, I’m a simple man, got my wife, got my life, got my championship..life’s been good to me, I’d say. Look I didn’t come here to pick a fight..
We hear the older Millar grumble.
WMD: then maybe you shouldn’t have bloody come at all..
CCM: Dad, he’s just talking.
Luther: Yeah, we are just talking.
CCM: ..if he as much as raises his hand at me though..
WMD: I’ll boot his stupid head off.
Luther: Harsh, look I just wanted to wish you luck tonight for your match against Kendrick Kross, he may not seem like much on paper, but don’t let that fool you. I know you saw me damn near demolish the poor man but he’s been in the business about as long as Melinda Rhodes, a decorated and successful wrestler if there ever was one even if these days he isn’t getting much of the respect he deserves. However be that as it may, I’d hate for something bad to happen where you would lose to him. I mean you had a bit of a tumble and now you are working your way back up and I’m rooting for you mate, really am, honest.
CCM: Working my way back up? In case you haven’t noticed, while you’ve been sitting on that ample Amsterdam arse NOT defending that belt of yours, I’ve been involved in this little tournament over on the Fury Road shows, putting on twenty plus minute classics and reaching the damn final. So I consider my “way back up” already “worked”, my Pedigree Chum. Yeah, you smacked Kross up pretty good, but Becky did the same to me a couple weeks back, doesn’t mean shit. The whole basis of this sport is that its unpredictable, anyone can get caught out on any given night... not gonna lie mate, I’m actually kinda bored of waiting for you to trip and fall on your arse though. So I’ll tell you what. I’ll deal with Kendrick, the tournament final, and you just worry about your three stages of Hell. Because I wrestled ONE match against Coda, and she damn near broke my arm. You gotta wrestle three. So I suggest you try, ya know, leave here in a car, rather than an ambulance?
WMD: Piece of shit ride either way.
CCM: ....Quite. Look, I’m sick of wasting my time getting my arse buggered by a big Dutch dildo. You squeak away from Coda with the belt tonight? We’re done. I’m through with you. I’ve gained so many years waiting for you to lose the fucking thing, I look nearly as old as your geriatric arse. Besides, dad, I think we’ve wasted more than enough time on a... midcard belt, wouldn’t you agree?
WMD: Aye, it’s not like you get stamps or coupons or anything worth a shite for holding one. Anyone can win one, you got one too didn’t you?
In thought CCM nods.
CCM: oh yeah..I did didn’t I? Sorry, can’t remember every little thing, must have been that beating Becca gave me, who did I win it from again?
Winston points a finger at Luther.
CCM: Him? Really? ...OH YEAH! I did, so why don’t you just shine up that belt nice and pretty while you still can. Or just let the missus do it I’ve heard she got skills in polishing kno--
WMD: What my boy means..Luther, if you don’t get to steppin’ sharpish like. Coda may have to win all three stages of hell tonight, by default because you won’t be able to compete. You’ll be snoozing with my bootprint on your ugly mug, while it would be an improvement to your looks, it would be a shame for that championship and this great company. So why not take this friendly suggestion and do your very best to win tonight and maybe you’d have one less enemy to worry about for the foreseeable future?
We see the champion’s face twist and change colour as he glares at both of the Millars in turn, pondering about attacking them, then realizing he DID have 3 matches to go through that night so he white-knuckles the championship and growls.
Luther: You two weren’t shit for opinion or taste to begin with..limey sons of bitches.
As he stomps away CCM puts up his hands in a smile.
CCM: See? THAT is the Luther I know and love! Go get em’ champ!
As Luther is gone WMD slowly turns to look at his son and grumbles.
WMD: You should have let me boot ‘im in the head.
CCM: and dirty those fine boots of yours, what are you daft?!
Tracy and Kara give each other nods as Veronica and Bianca are now side by side, Vero helping her up. The two run for the ropes and actually leap through with matching Suicide Dives, tackling both of their opponents. Tracy is up with a woop and a loud “HELL YEAH!” which furthers the big POP from the crowd.
Kara snatches up a chair and WHACKS Veronica Taylor’s back with it! Veronica stumble-walks away, crying out in agony yet so desperate for escape that she pushes through. She can’t get get away fast enough eating another chair shot to the back with the fans cheering on! Tracy, meanwhile, has Bianca back in the ring, who presently is begging for her life. Tracy is unsure of how to feel about it, feeling as if she’s about to be tricked. This hesitation allows Bianca to reach for THE PERFUME SPRAY but Tracy thinks fast, knocking it from her hand and sending it to the floor! She then grabs Bianca by the throat and hurls her into the corner!
Outside Veronica Taylor fights to get away from Kara, throwing a table, a ladder, and the ring steps behind her in an effort to slow her foe down. She trips, falling next to the perfume bottle, where she quickly curls up to hide it.
Back in the ring, Bianca ducks away from Tracy, kicking her in the back of her legs several times before nearly taking her off her feet with a spinning heel kick! Tracy falls forward, draped on the second rope. She sees Veronica with the perfume bottle as Kara raises the chair up over her head.
Tracy: KARA LOOK OUT!!!
Kara’s confused, hesitating for a moment only for Veronica to roll over and spray a red mist in her face! The chair clatters as Kara screams in sheer, murderous agony! Veronica drops her with EXED OUT (Roll of the Dice).
Tracy pushes to her feet, angry, and turns right into a LADDER TO THE FACE from Bianca Davis! Veronica slides into the ring, brutally stomping Tracy while Bianca leans the ladder up in the corner. The two then whip Tracy into the ladder with a loud SMACK! She hits it and staggers off of it, stunned and falls to her knees. Veronica and Bianca then hit THE PRETTYFYER (Dual Curb Stomps) On Tracy Dixon, who bounces and flips onto her back on impact!
Veronica drags Tracy to the center of the ring, Bianca places the ladder on top of her and the two climb to the top, gathering the briefcase up top. Kara Harrington climbs onto the ring apron, bleary eyed and clearly looking horrific with the reddened face. Teeth gritted, half-blinded, she hops onto the ropes and leaps off, much to the Pretty Committee’s dismay, dropkicking the ladder out from under them! Bianca grabs onto the briefcase while Veronica falls screaming out of the ring!!!
Kara leaps onto her legs, Bianca screaming “NO! IT’S MINE! THE PRIZE IS MINE!!!” Despite the Queen B’s kicking, Kara climbs up her. There’s a struggle and suddenly the hook unlatches with the two falling to the canvas beside the still stirring Tracy. Bianca rolls out of the ring, raising the briefcase in her hand and laughing maniacally. She’s joined by Veronica Taylor who, naturally makes the L shape on her forehead. The fans boo uproariously as Kara falls to her knees, gripping at her still burning face. Tracy glares at the Pretty Committee as her friend succumbs to the suffering of the burning red fluid on her face.
WINNERS: PRETTY COMMITTEE!!!
Spazz: This did NOT go as either of them planned!
Koss: This chemical warfare business with The Pretty Committee has GOT to stop!
Spazz: You think theys gonna' let somebody frisk 'em at the front door.
Koss: If it becomes policy because of repeated incidents like this? Yes!
BACKSTAGE
We are backstage at the world-renowned Mercedes-Benz Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia with the former Ultimate Conquest Champion Crazy Crazy Millar and his father Winston Millar-Dyson. The British Brute is sitting on an equipment crate smoking a big fat cigar.
WMD: Look kid, this Kross may seem like a k or two short to be a full box of special k cereal but last thing you need is to overlook him and end up looking like some rice krispies. So what I need you to do out there is to crush him, yeah?
Yorkshire Terror has a death glare in his eyes as he nods.
CCM: Snap, crackle & pop. Got it.
WMD: It’s not the Main Event just yet my son, but given the right time and treatment it could be one of the classics and…
“OH Would you look at that?!”
We hear a theatrical booming voice off camera and in walks the CURRENT Ultimate Conquest Champion Luther Thunder, with his championship.
Luther: If it isn’t my main man from England, Mr. C. C. M.
He motions for the letters in the air walking over and glancing at WMD to finish his statement.
Luther: ...and his dad.
CCM: What do you want, Luther?
The big Dutchman smirks.
Luther: Me? Not much, I’m a simple man, got my wife, got my life, got my championship..life’s been good to me, I’d say. Look I didn’t come here to pick a fight..
We hear the older Millar grumble.
WMD: then maybe you shouldn’t have bloody come at all..
CCM: Dad, he’s just talking.
Luther: Yeah, we are just talking.
CCM: ..if he as much as raises his hand at me though..
WMD: I’ll boot his stupid head off.
Luther: Harsh, look I just wanted to wish you luck tonight for your match against Kendrick Kross, he may not seem like much on paper, but don’t let that fool you. I know you saw me damn near demolish the poor man but he’s been in the business about as long as Melinda Rhodes, a decorated and successful wrestler if there ever was one even if these days he isn’t getting much of the respect he deserves. However be that as it may, I’d hate for something bad to happen where you would lose to him. I mean you had a bit of a tumble and now you are working your way back up and I’m rooting for you mate, really am, honest.
CCM: Working my way back up? In case you haven’t noticed, while you’ve been sitting on that ample Amsterdam arse NOT defending that belt of yours, I’ve been involved in this little tournament over on the Fury Road shows, putting on twenty plus minute classics and reaching the damn final. So I consider my “way back up” already “worked”, my Pedigree Chum. Yeah, you smacked Kross up pretty good, but Becky did the same to me a couple weeks back, doesn’t mean shit. The whole basis of this sport is that its unpredictable, anyone can get caught out on any given night... not gonna lie mate, I’m actually kinda bored of waiting for you to trip and fall on your arse though. So I’ll tell you what. I’ll deal with Kendrick, the tournament final, and you just worry about your three stages of Hell. Because I wrestled ONE match against Coda, and she damn near broke my arm. You gotta wrestle three. So I suggest you try, ya know, leave here in a car, rather than an ambulance?
WMD: Piece of shit ride either way.
CCM: ....Quite. Look, I’m sick of wasting my time getting my arse buggered by a big Dutch dildo. You squeak away from Coda with the belt tonight? We’re done. I’m through with you. I’ve gained so many years waiting for you to lose the fucking thing, I look nearly as old as your geriatric arse. Besides, dad, I think we’ve wasted more than enough time on a... midcard belt, wouldn’t you agree?
WMD: Aye, it’s not like you get stamps or coupons or anything worth a shite for holding one. Anyone can win one, you got one too didn’t you?
In thought CCM nods.
CCM: oh yeah..I did didn’t I? Sorry, can’t remember every little thing, must have been that beating Becca gave me, who did I win it from again?
Winston points a finger at Luther.
CCM: Him? Really? ...OH YEAH! I did, so why don’t you just shine up that belt nice and pretty while you still can. Or just let the missus do it I’ve heard she got skills in polishing kno--
WMD: What my boy means..Luther, if you don’t get to steppin’ sharpish like. Coda may have to win all three stages of hell tonight, by default because you won’t be able to compete. You’ll be snoozing with my bootprint on your ugly mug, while it would be an improvement to your looks, it would be a shame for that championship and this great company. So why not take this friendly suggestion and do your very best to win tonight and maybe you’d have one less enemy to worry about for the foreseeable future?
We see the champion’s face twist and change colour as he glares at both of the Millars in turn, pondering about attacking them, then realizing he DID have 3 matches to go through that night so he white-knuckles the championship and growls.
Luther: You two weren’t shit for opinion or taste to begin with..limey sons of bitches.
As he stomps away CCM puts up his hands in a smile.
CCM: See? THAT is the Luther I know and love! Go get em’ champ!
As Luther is gone WMD slowly turns to look at his son and grumbles.
WMD: You should have let me boot ‘im in the head.
CCM: and dirty those fine boots of yours, what are you daft?!
BACKSTAGE
-CCM-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
The bell rings, and CCM is ready as Kross sprints across the ring to throw him off his game. It doesn't work, however, as the Yorkshire Terror takes his opponent to the mat with a slick drop toe hold. He immediately transitions and attempts to lock onto Kendrick's ankle, but Kross fights back, driving a boot repeatedly into CCM's chest, breaking the hold. Both men get to their feet, staring each other down, Kross clenching his fists while CCM starts to pace back and forth. Kendrick steps in, throwing a hard kick, but CCM brings up a thigh and blocks the strike before spinning into a backfist. Kross ducks under, shooting in for a forearm but the Terror matrix evades it, shooting out a stiff straight kick, but this time Kendrick catches his leg, dropping down hard to lock in a knee bar. CCM howls out, fighting hard to escape the hold. Kross tries to adjust to pull his opponent back to the center of the ring. As he does, CCM manages to slip free, scrambling back into the corner of the ring. Kendrick gets to his feet, a smirk on his face as CCM rises with a scowl on his.
The two men circle the ring, shooting in with false takedowns, and sprawled attempted ones. Kendrick shoots in, finally taking his opponent to the ground with a single leg before scrambling into full mount position. CCM barely has time to get his hands up before Kross starts raining down closed fisted blows. The Yorkshire Terror covers up, the blows thumping off his forearms, bruises starting to show almost immediately. Kendrick brings both hands up for an axe handle, but as he does, CCM uses the moment to reach back and throw a stiff open palmed strike across the face, knocking Kross dizzy. Another hit and CCM is free, clambering back up to his feet. Kendrick pursues, and both men start throwing bombs at each other. CCM gets the upper hand with a brutal series of chops that split Kross' chest, causing him to stumble. The Yorkshire Terror shoots in, transitioning around his opponent before delivering "Tosser's Demise"! He quickly adjusts into pinfall position, and the referee slides into position.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
Kross kicks out almost instantly AFTER the third count by the referee. CCM gets back to the other side of the ring, leaning back against the ropes as Kendrick slams his fists down into the mat, roaring in frustration!
WINNER: CCM!!!!
Spazz: CCM just rocked his fucking WORLD son!
Koss: Indeed! They were both so quick! The match was good but if it were any faster, it'd be a blink and you miss it kind of deal!
We cut backstage to find Becca “Bruiser” Maguire standing in front of a Fatal Friday and Shieldmaidens backdrop as she shadow boxes on the spot before noticing that the camera is on her.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: So tonight… at Fatal Friday… I find myself goin’ one on one against Samantha Tolson in a Submission match, aye? Not just that… but the winner gets a shot at the Conquest Championship!
Bruiser smirks.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Now I could go on and on about how many fuckin’ times this match for me has changed… or Hell… I could even go on and on about all the fuckin’ stories I’ve heard about ya, lass!
She shakes her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Naw! I ain’t gonna do any o’ that! Ya’ll know the fuckin’ drill by now! Anyone who is put in front o’ me?! I’m goin’ through ‘em coz I’m on a fuckin’ mission! And I ain’t stoppin’ until I get that Conquest Championship!
Bruiser crosses her heavily tattooed arms across her chest and nods.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: So aye! Once I’ve fuckin’ destroyed Tolson and forced her to tap out like a little bitch! I’m gonna be keepin’ a close eye on that Three Stages o’ Hell match between Thunder and Coda!
She then lifts her hood up over her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Coz whoever wins that?! Ya’ll have a fuckin’ date with the Bruiser!
Bruiser then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth and makes the M shape with her hands before disappearing off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Koss: Bruiser vs Tolson, coming to us next!
Spazz: Submission rules! Tap or Snap bitches!
The two men circle the ring, shooting in with false takedowns, and sprawled attempted ones. Kendrick shoots in, finally taking his opponent to the ground with a single leg before scrambling into full mount position. CCM barely has time to get his hands up before Kross starts raining down closed fisted blows. The Yorkshire Terror covers up, the blows thumping off his forearms, bruises starting to show almost immediately. Kendrick brings both hands up for an axe handle, but as he does, CCM uses the moment to reach back and throw a stiff open palmed strike across the face, knocking Kross dizzy. Another hit and CCM is free, clambering back up to his feet. Kendrick pursues, and both men start throwing bombs at each other. CCM gets the upper hand with a brutal series of chops that split Kross' chest, causing him to stumble. The Yorkshire Terror shoots in, transitioning around his opponent before delivering "Tosser's Demise"! He quickly adjusts into pinfall position, and the referee slides into position.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
Kross kicks out almost instantly AFTER the third count by the referee. CCM gets back to the other side of the ring, leaning back against the ropes as Kendrick slams his fists down into the mat, roaring in frustration!
WINNER: CCM!!!!
Spazz: CCM just rocked his fucking WORLD son!
Koss: Indeed! They were both so quick! The match was good but if it were any faster, it'd be a blink and you miss it kind of deal!
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to find Becca “Bruiser” Maguire standing in front of a Fatal Friday and Shieldmaidens backdrop as she shadow boxes on the spot before noticing that the camera is on her.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: So tonight… at Fatal Friday… I find myself goin’ one on one against Samantha Tolson in a Submission match, aye? Not just that… but the winner gets a shot at the Conquest Championship!
Bruiser smirks.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Now I could go on and on about how many fuckin’ times this match for me has changed… or Hell… I could even go on and on about all the fuckin’ stories I’ve heard about ya, lass!
She shakes her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Naw! I ain’t gonna do any o’ that! Ya’ll know the fuckin’ drill by now! Anyone who is put in front o’ me?! I’m goin’ through ‘em coz I’m on a fuckin’ mission! And I ain’t stoppin’ until I get that Conquest Championship!
Bruiser crosses her heavily tattooed arms across her chest and nods.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: So aye! Once I’ve fuckin’ destroyed Tolson and forced her to tap out like a little bitch! I’m gonna be keepin’ a close eye on that Three Stages o’ Hell match between Thunder and Coda!
She then lifts her hood up over her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Coz whoever wins that?! Ya’ll have a fuckin’ date with the Bruiser!
Bruiser then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth and makes the M shape with her hands before disappearing off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Koss: Bruiser vs Tolson, coming to us next!
Spazz: Submission rules! Tap or Snap bitches!
SUBMISSION MATCH
NO. 1 CONTENDERSHIP FOR THE ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-BRUISER MAGUIRE-
NO. 1 CONTENDERSHIP FOR THE ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-BRUISER MAGUIRE-
The match begins with a lock up, but Bruiser catches Samantha off guard with a headbutt and an overhead belly to belly suplex! Samantha pops up, shaking her head and immediately caught in a rear waistlock. She blocks the attempt, stomping Bruiser’s foot and slipping out of her hold to move behind with a steep German Suplex of her own! Bruiser hits the canvas with a skid and Samantha moves in, taking her leg and wrenching and stretching it back and forth before doing a flip leg snap!
Bruiser snarls, holding her leg as she fights to get to her feet. Tolson hits cross block on that leg, taking Bruiser’s leg out. As she fights to her feet, Samantha pulls her in for THE VICTORY DROP ALPHA, but BRUISER POWERS OUT, tossing Tolson up and over. Tolson rises and turns right into THE FREEDOM PUNCH! Stunned, and on her back, Bruiser locks her up in FREYR’S SACRIFICE! Tolson taps!
WINNER: BRUISER MAGUIRE!!!
Spazz: DAAAAAAAAYUM!!!
Koss: With AUTHORITY, Bruiser Maguire dominated this match and left Tolson with only two choices, like you said, tap or snap!
The camera opens on three women, each dressed in matching black tactical pants, black tactical boots and plain black t-shirts. Bullet and Bandit have on their Shieldmaidens’ MC kuttes while Halo has on a full black leather jacket on. Halo stands in the middle with Bullet to her right and Bandit to her left. The camera focuses on Halo.
Halo: My Aunt Z…
It cuts to Bullet.
Bullet: My sister…
Back to Halo.
Halo: Cousin Maja…
Cut to Bandit.
Bandit: God knows how many others…
The camera pulls back to a shot of all three.
Bullet: The Covenant have come in and attempted to destroy nearly everything there is in this company. They enter, they harm and they vanish, never actually standing and fighting for very long.
Bandit’s eyes flash as she nods to her partner.
Bandit: Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?
Halo nods her agreement with her two compatriots.
Halo: Y’all come in here, act like y’all fuckin’ own the damn place and then you start takin people out and you take out Mama Sel, Aunt Z, Cousin Maja…
She pauses to point to Bullet.
Halo: Y’all get her damn sister, well we’re sick and damn tired of watching this dog and pony show and not doin’ anything about it! We gotta draw us a damn line and we’re fuckin’ drawin’ right now!
Bandit nods pointedly.
Bandit: This far, no farther!
Bullet nods harshly as well.
Bullet: ¡No más cuerpos!
Halo nods, glaring as she does so.
Halo: Hold the line?
She pauses to point at Bandit, then herself to Bullet.
Halo: We ain’t movin’! And you can’t make us!
Koss: Casket Tornado Tag Elimination Match...
Spazz: Kinda' grim, yo!
Koss: Indeed! Their match is next up!
Spazz: Let the bodies hit the MORGUE!!!!
Bruiser snarls, holding her leg as she fights to get to her feet. Tolson hits cross block on that leg, taking Bruiser’s leg out. As she fights to her feet, Samantha pulls her in for THE VICTORY DROP ALPHA, but BRUISER POWERS OUT, tossing Tolson up and over. Tolson rises and turns right into THE FREEDOM PUNCH! Stunned, and on her back, Bruiser locks her up in FREYR’S SACRIFICE! Tolson taps!
WINNER: BRUISER MAGUIRE!!!
Spazz: DAAAAAAAAYUM!!!
Koss: With AUTHORITY, Bruiser Maguire dominated this match and left Tolson with only two choices, like you said, tap or snap!
BACKSTAGE
The camera opens on three women, each dressed in matching black tactical pants, black tactical boots and plain black t-shirts. Bullet and Bandit have on their Shieldmaidens’ MC kuttes while Halo has on a full black leather jacket on. Halo stands in the middle with Bullet to her right and Bandit to her left. The camera focuses on Halo.
Halo: My Aunt Z…
It cuts to Bullet.
Bullet: My sister…
Back to Halo.
Halo: Cousin Maja…
Cut to Bandit.
Bandit: God knows how many others…
The camera pulls back to a shot of all three.
Bullet: The Covenant have come in and attempted to destroy nearly everything there is in this company. They enter, they harm and they vanish, never actually standing and fighting for very long.
Bandit’s eyes flash as she nods to her partner.
Bandit: Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?
Halo nods her agreement with her two compatriots.
Halo: Y’all come in here, act like y’all fuckin’ own the damn place and then you start takin people out and you take out Mama Sel, Aunt Z, Cousin Maja…
She pauses to point to Bullet.
Halo: Y’all get her damn sister, well we’re sick and damn tired of watching this dog and pony show and not doin’ anything about it! We gotta draw us a damn line and we’re fuckin’ drawin’ right now!
Bandit nods pointedly.
Bandit: This far, no farther!
Bullet nods harshly as well.
Bullet: ¡No más cuerpos!
Halo nods, glaring as she does so.
Halo: Hold the line?
She pauses to point at Bandit, then herself to Bullet.
Halo: We ain’t movin’! And you can’t make us!
Koss: Casket Tornado Tag Elimination Match...
Spazz: Kinda' grim, yo!
Koss: Indeed! Their match is next up!
Spazz: Let the bodies hit the MORGUE!!!!
CASKET TORNADO TAG ELMINATION MATCH
-THE COVENANT-VS-HALO & RIOT SQUAD SMC-
-THE COVENANT-VS-HALO & RIOT SQUAD SMC-
Six Caskets surround the ring as The Riot Squad and Halo face off against Lilith, Amara, and Countess Bathory. The fight is brought hard as both sides trade wicked shots back and forth! Bathory catches Halo off guard with some sort of purple dust thrown in her eyes, followed by a swinging neckbreaker! Bullet and Amara go over the ropes to the outside with a Cactus clothesline. Bandit takes the fight straight to Lilith with a series of rapid fire kicks and a spinning roundhouse throwing her into the corner. She spins around to deal with the Countess only to be caught by the throat and CHOKESLAMMED to the canvas!
Bullet hits SWEATING BULLETS on Amara, rocking her right into a casket halfway. She flips Amara’s legs with the rest of her body into the casket and proceeds to shut it. Amara fights her, pushing back against the casket lid with all her strength! Back in the ring, The Countess tortures Bandit with a camel clutch style choke hold, laughing the entire way while Halo is on the receiving end of a beating from Lilith in the corner! She pulls Halo out for THE ANGEL BLADE-NO REVERSED!! Halo falls forward with an Electric Chair drop with Lilith’s face hitting the actual turnbuckle! Lilith thrashes on impact, clutching at her face and kicking her legs! Halo then promptly kicks the Countess in the back of the head, freeing Bandit up! Outside, Bullet SLUGS Amara and then slams the lid of the coffin shut, locking it!
AMARA ELIMINATED!!!!
The Countess and Halo battle back and forth, as Bullet enters the ring, she’s suddenly tackled off the apron by Lilith, sending her flying back and clipping the back of her head on the edge of a coffin. Lilith then gathers Bandit up and eases her out onto the apron. Gripping Bandit by the throat, she launches off with a chokeslam right into one of the Coffins! The lid snaps shut instantly! At that moment, the Countess drops Halo with a surprise INVERTED STO!!!
BANDIT ELIMINATED!!!!
Immediately, Bullet freaks out hearing Bandit’s name as she was eliminated. She goes after Lilith with great fury, attacking her on the outside, only to eat a brutal running baseball slide to the side of her head, rocking her world. This opens her up to a series of savage and brutal left’s and rights from Lilith. She starts fighting back but THE BLEEDING EDGE KICK clips her chin and knocks her into a coffin! Lilith promptly slams it shut!
BULLET ELIMINATED!!!
Halo is on her own against the Countess and Lilith. They slide into the ring at either side of Halo and the Countess moves in first. She evades with a Cartwheel into an Enziguri kick nailing Lilith right next to her. She then back flips away from THE BLEEDING EDGE KICK! She then charges Bathory full steam ahead, hitting her with a spear that is so hard it takes them both through the ropes and landing right inside of a coffin together. Their they brawl with Halo on top, only for her to jump up and stomp up and down on the Countess repeatedly, allowing her to be stunned long enough for Halo to roll out of the coffin. Bathory sits up only for Halo to hit a standing Enziguri, then slam the lid shut with a click!
COUNTESS BATHORY ELIMINATED!!!!
Halo turns around just in time to be utterly trackled to the floor by a suicide dive from Lilith! Lilith gets up, slinging Halo around, slamming her into coffins, the ring barricade, the apron, whatever was handy. Without her allies, she seems to go berserk! Halo is thrown over an open coffin, landing flat on her side. While Lilith goes crazy, trying to get the Countess out of her coffin, a fan hands Halo a steel chair. She looks up to see B-Brat standing there on crutches. This puts a smile on Halo’s face as she lies in wait.
Lilith gives up on opening the coffin and approaches where she last remembers Halo being thrown. She approaches like a hulking monster, looking to devour and destroy. A chair comes screaming towards her face but she catches it in her hands. Halos smiles sheepishly, then lets the chair go and dropkicks it in Lilith’s face! Lilith staggers back, shaking her head, only to look up in time for BLACK 13! Down she goes. Halo then scoops Lilith up, gets a running start for the nearest open coffin, and throws her inside with enough force that the lid slams shut!
LILITH ELIMINATED!!!
Halo cries out in triumph! The coffins containing Bullet and Bandit open up, letting them quickly exit. The trio embrace in the ring with hugs as The Covenant are carted off in their coffins, sealed away.
WINNERS: RIOT GROUP & HALO!!!
Spazz: I'll be damned! FROM THE JAWS OF DOOM MOFUGGAS!!
Koss: Things were looking desperate for Riot Group and Halo, but in the end, Halo turned the tide and guaranteed that the Covenant get what's coming to them!
Spazz: They some spooky bitches. I hope they don't figure out how to unlock those damn things!
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to the sight of the little firecracker herself Kate Steele. The Siren cracks a wicked grin as her smile is enough to light up the entire room. In her hand she has the SRW Hardcore Championship. She looks at it with a smile as she looks deep into the lens of the camera.
Kate: Bloody fucking hell… I just want to say from the bottom of my heart that Killer Carter definitely brought it when I wrestled her. She gave me a hell of a battle. It definitely was a match for the ages but you want to know why I came through and won the match at the end of the day? It’s because I was the person who happened to be the woman who had the biggest appetite. I fully understand it… Killer Carter was looking on defending the honor of the entire company. Her mind was on getting her hands on these pieces of shit who love to take down everybody. People who like to waltz in here and beat down some of our roster members and put them on the shelves…
Kate shakes her head just sighing as she looks right into the camera.
Kate: It really is a bunch of bullshit if you ask me. It’s insane how these fuckers think they can come in here and wreck shit. I know the Shield Maidens have their hands fill and it’s definitely a good sight to see. I want to see carnage everywhere. Bloodshed and violence sounds like a hell of a time but let me explain something and this might not be taken in the right way.
Kate looks at her championship as she holds it up high and proudly into the air.
Kate: As great as all of that sounds I personally don’t give a bloody fuck about any of that. The only thing that I care about is me! Unless something affects me directly personally I couldn’t give a bloody hell about any of it. There’s something more important in my eyes and that’s showcasing my ability as the Queen of Hardcore in this company. I know stepping into the ring with Killer C there were some people who probably had their doubts about me. They didn’t think I would be able to get the job done and doubt quickly comes in.
Kate waves her fingers.
Kate: If that’s how you are thinking I think you all are full of shit because NOBODY SHOULD EVER DOUBT YOURS TRULY! With that title win I have now won 9 HARDCORE championships throughout my wrestling career. I live for this shit, I breathe this shit, and I definitely would die for this shit! Not only is this my division but Carter tried to bully me. She tried to overlook my size and what exactly did I do?! I nailed her with chair shot after chair shot! I put her ass on the ground and I took her fucking arm! I made her tap out like a little Bitch and I want that to be a message to anybody who tries to step up to the biggest little firecracker that this company has to offer. In my eyes it doesn’t matter who is in the ring with me. Everybody can come and get this work. This Hardcore Championship will not leave my sight or my waist. I will defend it with honour and I am ready to wreck shop.
Kate looks at her championship again as she nods her head speaking some more.
Kate: So I guess that brings us to the next question and what’s next for me?! Well tonight it seems like I have to deal with yet another member of the Shield Maidens. If I thought Killer Carter was tough it seems like it’s going to get even harder because standing in front of me is Psycho Maguire. When it comes to Psycho nobody in this company has held this title as much as she has. Whenever she loses the title it just seems like she’s bound to get it right back but I won’t let that happen and especially not against me because I am out to prove something on my own. Sure it might be fantastic that you held it so many times but looking at your record it just seems like you never really hold it for that long. Once you win the thing it seems like your reigns are for like 3 weeks or a little over a month at best.
Kate points at the camera.
Kate: You struggle with longevity and that’s where I will be different. I will bring stability to the division and in the middle of this huge war that’s going on I want everybody in this company to be afraid of the smallest badass on this roster. I want everybody to fear me and I want them to know that at any given moment I have the power to simply fuck their shit up. I am the Siren and I have the power to shipwreck anybody who feels that they are tough.
Kate smirks.
Kate: Besides no offense to you Psycho but as good as you might have been. You are simply a roadblock in the way of who I really want to chase after. Juliet Black managed to hold this title for seven long months. So after I dispose of you my goal is to push for a match with her so not only can I showcase I am the most dangerous Bitch in this company but I am definitely the best European. I am the best Brit and nobody will come close to what I bring to the table. Psycho I wish you luck hun because you certainly will need it. I will fuck you up and just like Killer C get ready to get wrecked. It’s not personal… I just need to showcase why I will make this championship the most wanted title in the company. Cheers bitch!
With that Kate smiles holding her championship high into the air. She smiles and we slowly fade out to elsewhere.
The camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing all by herself in a dimly lit room, her blackthorn shillelagh, “Blackie,” sitting on a table at the front of the shot in front fo a stool under the single swinging lightbulb. Psycho sits on the stool and nods to herself.
Psycho: Mmm… hardcore…
Psycho throws her head back, looking almost orgasmic at the thought of what is to come later in the night.
Psycho: I kinna bae tellin’ y why I’ve taken te it th’ way I have, I jess know tha I’ve taken tae it like nuttin’ I’ve ever taken tae baefore!
Sitting forward on the stool, she can’t help but grin.
Psycho: I got me first taste in bote MHW an’ haer an’ now, I kinna bae describin’ how much I love it! I bae a former hardcore champion there an’ a tree-time champion haer an’ I was tyh’ first in bote companies! It has baecome a part o’ me...
Looking to the floor with a smile still entrenched on her face, she nods to herself, visibly re-living her hardcore memories.
Psycho: It crawled intae me soul and it kinna bae knocked outta me heart by any gammy feckin’ bastard tha bae comin’ along tae try tae do it.
She shakes her head.
Psycho: Ye kinna extinguish this flame inside o’ me….
Suddenly, the smile fades and she looks up into the camera.
Psycho: An’ tha bae why when I kin see th’ person wearin’ tha hardcore championship bel;t isnay faelin’ th’ same way, I baecome physically ill! I bae seein’ Kate Staele an’ she kinna bae seven daecidin’ whot tae call herself half th’ time. Sometimes, she bae kate, an’ sometimes she bae Diamond jess so she kina bae rippin’ off a tirty yaer old cartoon an’ say sumtin’ is outrageous…
Shaking her head, Psycho looks like she might actually engage in a personal protein spill.
Psycho: Ye kin pr’tend ye bae a rock star despite gettin’ thrown outta Griffin Hawkin’s band fer havin laed sin’er disaese when ye were jess a second guitarist an’ daecided ye naeded tae emulate Crystal Hilton in terms o’ baein’ an attention whore!
Psycho stands up and nods, stepping up to the table.
Psycho: Now, I kin admit, as a wrestler, ye have talent. There nay bae any denyin’ tha, but ye spit on the hardcore championship jess by lookin’ at it an’ ye murder a shite on it by holdin’ it an’ this, I kinna bae abidin’ by any longer!
She reaches down and starts to stroke Blackie.
Psycho: Ye bae naedin’ tae atone fer yer sins, lass, an’ I bae th’ one tae come an’ collect whot bae owed! Th’ Hardcore Championship demands a certain level an’ I bae ready, willin’ an able tae drag it outta ye kickin’ an scraemin’! This bae yer penance, an’ I am goin’ tae make sure ye pay th’ checks ye bae writin’ fer yerself! It’s time to worship at the altar o’ hardcore Championship an’ pay it the proper respect… in blood!
The light dims and Psycho smiles sickly.
Psycho: I bae willin’ tae pay the piper, bae ye, Kate?
Spazz: They're both primed and rearin' to tear each other's asses UP!
Koss: Hardcore "Crazy 8" Championship incoming!
Spazz: Crazy 8 is fucking insane. Hanging ropes, two tiers of scaffold and a chain ladder with a championship waiting at the end of it!
Koss: I'm honestly just a little excited for it.
Spazz: Pirate swinging spots are the bomb yo!
Bullet hits SWEATING BULLETS on Amara, rocking her right into a casket halfway. She flips Amara’s legs with the rest of her body into the casket and proceeds to shut it. Amara fights her, pushing back against the casket lid with all her strength! Back in the ring, The Countess tortures Bandit with a camel clutch style choke hold, laughing the entire way while Halo is on the receiving end of a beating from Lilith in the corner! She pulls Halo out for THE ANGEL BLADE-NO REVERSED!! Halo falls forward with an Electric Chair drop with Lilith’s face hitting the actual turnbuckle! Lilith thrashes on impact, clutching at her face and kicking her legs! Halo then promptly kicks the Countess in the back of the head, freeing Bandit up! Outside, Bullet SLUGS Amara and then slams the lid of the coffin shut, locking it!
AMARA ELIMINATED!!!!
The Countess and Halo battle back and forth, as Bullet enters the ring, she’s suddenly tackled off the apron by Lilith, sending her flying back and clipping the back of her head on the edge of a coffin. Lilith then gathers Bandit up and eases her out onto the apron. Gripping Bandit by the throat, she launches off with a chokeslam right into one of the Coffins! The lid snaps shut instantly! At that moment, the Countess drops Halo with a surprise INVERTED STO!!!
BANDIT ELIMINATED!!!!
Immediately, Bullet freaks out hearing Bandit’s name as she was eliminated. She goes after Lilith with great fury, attacking her on the outside, only to eat a brutal running baseball slide to the side of her head, rocking her world. This opens her up to a series of savage and brutal left’s and rights from Lilith. She starts fighting back but THE BLEEDING EDGE KICK clips her chin and knocks her into a coffin! Lilith promptly slams it shut!
BULLET ELIMINATED!!!
Halo is on her own against the Countess and Lilith. They slide into the ring at either side of Halo and the Countess moves in first. She evades with a Cartwheel into an Enziguri kick nailing Lilith right next to her. She then back flips away from THE BLEEDING EDGE KICK! She then charges Bathory full steam ahead, hitting her with a spear that is so hard it takes them both through the ropes and landing right inside of a coffin together. Their they brawl with Halo on top, only for her to jump up and stomp up and down on the Countess repeatedly, allowing her to be stunned long enough for Halo to roll out of the coffin. Bathory sits up only for Halo to hit a standing Enziguri, then slam the lid shut with a click!
COUNTESS BATHORY ELIMINATED!!!!
Halo turns around just in time to be utterly trackled to the floor by a suicide dive from Lilith! Lilith gets up, slinging Halo around, slamming her into coffins, the ring barricade, the apron, whatever was handy. Without her allies, she seems to go berserk! Halo is thrown over an open coffin, landing flat on her side. While Lilith goes crazy, trying to get the Countess out of her coffin, a fan hands Halo a steel chair. She looks up to see B-Brat standing there on crutches. This puts a smile on Halo’s face as she lies in wait.
Lilith gives up on opening the coffin and approaches where she last remembers Halo being thrown. She approaches like a hulking monster, looking to devour and destroy. A chair comes screaming towards her face but she catches it in her hands. Halos smiles sheepishly, then lets the chair go and dropkicks it in Lilith’s face! Lilith staggers back, shaking her head, only to look up in time for BLACK 13! Down she goes. Halo then scoops Lilith up, gets a running start for the nearest open coffin, and throws her inside with enough force that the lid slams shut!
LILITH ELIMINATED!!!
Halo cries out in triumph! The coffins containing Bullet and Bandit open up, letting them quickly exit. The trio embrace in the ring with hugs as The Covenant are carted off in their coffins, sealed away.
WINNERS: RIOT GROUP & HALO!!!
Spazz: I'll be damned! FROM THE JAWS OF DOOM MOFUGGAS!!
Koss: Things were looking desperate for Riot Group and Halo, but in the end, Halo turned the tide and guaranteed that the Covenant get what's coming to them!
Spazz: They some spooky bitches. I hope they don't figure out how to unlock those damn things!
BACKSTAGE
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to the sight of the little firecracker herself Kate Steele. The Siren cracks a wicked grin as her smile is enough to light up the entire room. In her hand she has the SRW Hardcore Championship. She looks at it with a smile as she looks deep into the lens of the camera.
Kate: Bloody fucking hell… I just want to say from the bottom of my heart that Killer Carter definitely brought it when I wrestled her. She gave me a hell of a battle. It definitely was a match for the ages but you want to know why I came through and won the match at the end of the day? It’s because I was the person who happened to be the woman who had the biggest appetite. I fully understand it… Killer Carter was looking on defending the honor of the entire company. Her mind was on getting her hands on these pieces of shit who love to take down everybody. People who like to waltz in here and beat down some of our roster members and put them on the shelves…
Kate shakes her head just sighing as she looks right into the camera.
Kate: It really is a bunch of bullshit if you ask me. It’s insane how these fuckers think they can come in here and wreck shit. I know the Shield Maidens have their hands fill and it’s definitely a good sight to see. I want to see carnage everywhere. Bloodshed and violence sounds like a hell of a time but let me explain something and this might not be taken in the right way.
Kate looks at her championship as she holds it up high and proudly into the air.
Kate: As great as all of that sounds I personally don’t give a bloody fuck about any of that. The only thing that I care about is me! Unless something affects me directly personally I couldn’t give a bloody hell about any of it. There’s something more important in my eyes and that’s showcasing my ability as the Queen of Hardcore in this company. I know stepping into the ring with Killer C there were some people who probably had their doubts about me. They didn’t think I would be able to get the job done and doubt quickly comes in.
Kate waves her fingers.
Kate: If that’s how you are thinking I think you all are full of shit because NOBODY SHOULD EVER DOUBT YOURS TRULY! With that title win I have now won 9 HARDCORE championships throughout my wrestling career. I live for this shit, I breathe this shit, and I definitely would die for this shit! Not only is this my division but Carter tried to bully me. She tried to overlook my size and what exactly did I do?! I nailed her with chair shot after chair shot! I put her ass on the ground and I took her fucking arm! I made her tap out like a little Bitch and I want that to be a message to anybody who tries to step up to the biggest little firecracker that this company has to offer. In my eyes it doesn’t matter who is in the ring with me. Everybody can come and get this work. This Hardcore Championship will not leave my sight or my waist. I will defend it with honour and I am ready to wreck shop.
Kate looks at her championship again as she nods her head speaking some more.
Kate: So I guess that brings us to the next question and what’s next for me?! Well tonight it seems like I have to deal with yet another member of the Shield Maidens. If I thought Killer Carter was tough it seems like it’s going to get even harder because standing in front of me is Psycho Maguire. When it comes to Psycho nobody in this company has held this title as much as she has. Whenever she loses the title it just seems like she’s bound to get it right back but I won’t let that happen and especially not against me because I am out to prove something on my own. Sure it might be fantastic that you held it so many times but looking at your record it just seems like you never really hold it for that long. Once you win the thing it seems like your reigns are for like 3 weeks or a little over a month at best.
Kate points at the camera.
Kate: You struggle with longevity and that’s where I will be different. I will bring stability to the division and in the middle of this huge war that’s going on I want everybody in this company to be afraid of the smallest badass on this roster. I want everybody to fear me and I want them to know that at any given moment I have the power to simply fuck their shit up. I am the Siren and I have the power to shipwreck anybody who feels that they are tough.
Kate smirks.
Kate: Besides no offense to you Psycho but as good as you might have been. You are simply a roadblock in the way of who I really want to chase after. Juliet Black managed to hold this title for seven long months. So after I dispose of you my goal is to push for a match with her so not only can I showcase I am the most dangerous Bitch in this company but I am definitely the best European. I am the best Brit and nobody will come close to what I bring to the table. Psycho I wish you luck hun because you certainly will need it. I will fuck you up and just like Killer C get ready to get wrecked. It’s not personal… I just need to showcase why I will make this championship the most wanted title in the company. Cheers bitch!
With that Kate smiles holding her championship high into the air. She smiles and we slowly fade out to elsewhere.
BACKSTAGE
The camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing all by herself in a dimly lit room, her blackthorn shillelagh, “Blackie,” sitting on a table at the front of the shot in front fo a stool under the single swinging lightbulb. Psycho sits on the stool and nods to herself.
Psycho: Mmm… hardcore…
Psycho throws her head back, looking almost orgasmic at the thought of what is to come later in the night.
Psycho: I kinna bae tellin’ y why I’ve taken te it th’ way I have, I jess know tha I’ve taken tae it like nuttin’ I’ve ever taken tae baefore!
Sitting forward on the stool, she can’t help but grin.
Psycho: I got me first taste in bote MHW an’ haer an’ now, I kinna bae describin’ how much I love it! I bae a former hardcore champion there an’ a tree-time champion haer an’ I was tyh’ first in bote companies! It has baecome a part o’ me...
Looking to the floor with a smile still entrenched on her face, she nods to herself, visibly re-living her hardcore memories.
Psycho: It crawled intae me soul and it kinna bae knocked outta me heart by any gammy feckin’ bastard tha bae comin’ along tae try tae do it.
She shakes her head.
Psycho: Ye kinna extinguish this flame inside o’ me….
Suddenly, the smile fades and she looks up into the camera.
Psycho: An’ tha bae why when I kin see th’ person wearin’ tha hardcore championship bel;t isnay faelin’ th’ same way, I baecome physically ill! I bae seein’ Kate Staele an’ she kinna bae seven daecidin’ whot tae call herself half th’ time. Sometimes, she bae kate, an’ sometimes she bae Diamond jess so she kina bae rippin’ off a tirty yaer old cartoon an’ say sumtin’ is outrageous…
Shaking her head, Psycho looks like she might actually engage in a personal protein spill.
Psycho: Ye kin pr’tend ye bae a rock star despite gettin’ thrown outta Griffin Hawkin’s band fer havin laed sin’er disaese when ye were jess a second guitarist an’ daecided ye naeded tae emulate Crystal Hilton in terms o’ baein’ an attention whore!
Psycho stands up and nods, stepping up to the table.
Psycho: Now, I kin admit, as a wrestler, ye have talent. There nay bae any denyin’ tha, but ye spit on the hardcore championship jess by lookin’ at it an’ ye murder a shite on it by holdin’ it an’ this, I kinna bae abidin’ by any longer!
She reaches down and starts to stroke Blackie.
Psycho: Ye bae naedin’ tae atone fer yer sins, lass, an’ I bae th’ one tae come an’ collect whot bae owed! Th’ Hardcore Championship demands a certain level an’ I bae ready, willin’ an able tae drag it outta ye kickin’ an scraemin’! This bae yer penance, an’ I am goin’ tae make sure ye pay th’ checks ye bae writin’ fer yerself! It’s time to worship at the altar o’ hardcore Championship an’ pay it the proper respect… in blood!
The light dims and Psycho smiles sickly.
Psycho: I bae willin’ tae pay the piper, bae ye, Kate?
Spazz: They're both primed and rearin' to tear each other's asses UP!
Koss: Hardcore "Crazy 8" Championship incoming!
Spazz: Crazy 8 is fucking insane. Hanging ropes, two tiers of scaffold and a chain ladder with a championship waiting at the end of it!
Koss: I'm honestly just a little excited for it.
Spazz: Pirate swinging spots are the bomb yo!
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
CRAZY 8 MATCH
-KATE STEELE (C)-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
-KATE STEELE (C)-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
Kate Steele and Psycho Maguire look around the ring, seeing the cage wall set up on the hard camera side by the barricade. They see all the swing ropes and the other stuff lying around, the chain ladder that leads to the championship. The two start pounding away on each other and spend the next few minutes basically trying to beat the hell out of each other with their bare fists. Steele finally gets loose and goes for the first swing rope. She crashes into Psycho and knocks her flying into the ropes. The two trade shots, each drawing blood on the other. Psycho goes for a swing rope and executes a kick off of it.
Steele goes out to the floor and gets a weapon. Psycho does as well and the two come back into the ring with dueling kendo sticks. They start fencing, looking like a pair of demented samurai trying to tak each other’s heads off as they go. Steele gets through with a shot first. Psycho gets through with one of her own and quickly they both break their sticks on the other’s head. Psycho draws more blood using the broken end of the stick on Steele and then knocks her out to the floor.
Steele gets a spare headset and uses it like a set of brass knuckles. Psycho is staggered and Steele bounces her face first off the cage wall. As the two go on, they both splatter blood everywhere, each getting more and more gory as they go on. Steele knocks Psychio down and then goes and gets a table out from under the ring. She sets it up and gets a second one. Pretty soon she has a double stack of tables ready to go only for Psycho to start kicking at her.
“TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES!”
Psycho and Steele fight off and go back into the ring, Steele trying to run away, Psycho in pursuit. They start fighting, Steele going back for another rope swing. Psycho kicks her out of midair.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Psycho gets Steele up and runs her into the turnbuckles. Steele falls down and rolls to the floor. Psycho comes out after her and Steele catches her with a tool box.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Steele gets some fluid and sprays down the tables.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
As she empties the containers, Psycho starts to get up. Steele lights the tables on fire and Psycho starts fighting with her towards the chain ladder. The two go up on earth side of the alder, swinging at each other as they do.
“PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE!”
The two rise up the ladder and pound away on each other as they reach the top. Psycho almost knocks Steele loose and grabs at the championships. Steele does as well. The two of them fight for control and then fall off the chain ladder. They plunge down and crash land on the flaming tables rendering both unconscious, putting out the fires on impact.
“HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!”
The referee checks and finds both unable to continue, belt landing sort of on Steele’s arm but neither actually holding it with Psycho’s hand actually closer to it than Steele’s. The referee signals the match is over, the championships remaining with Steele.
RESULT: DOUBLE KO - KATE STEELE RETAINS!
Spazz: They just got knocked the fuck OUT!
Koss: The title can't change hands if both sides are out cold.
At the Mercedes-Benz Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia, Jonna and Jamie Austin were out in the hallway, Jonna having an extra pep in her step after having had such a successful week so far. Jamie also seemed to have an elevated attitude, likely due to having over a week off and being able to spend the time in Los Angeles with her boyfriend. The two women were standing close together, talking amongst themselves. They were both in their ring gear, ready to go in the Ultimate X match for the Southern Star Cross tag team championships against Sammi Belmont and Kat Cage.
Jamie Austin: Jonna, are you sure you’re ready for tonight? I mean you’ve only had a few days to rest up after your match against Chris Matthews then you ate a superkick from Damon Cross on Tuesday.
Jonna Austin: I’m fine, Jamie. Minus a couple of workouts, I spent the rest of the time resting up. Am I still a little sore? Sure, but no pain, no gain after all. There’s nothing wrong with me that would keep me from competing, so don’t worry about it.
Jamie rolled her eyes at her sister, shaking her head as she did so. She didn’t doubt that the other Austin was sore, probably sorer than she was letting on, but there wouldn’t be any getting the truth out of Jonna. She had been wrestling far longer than Jamie had been, and she had gotten to where she didn’t let pain show unless she was seriously hurt. With a sigh, Jamie looked up at her sister’s face, looking at it carefully for any signs of pain that, someone who didn’t know either sister well wouldn’t catch, she could recognize. The busier of the two women knew exactly what her sister was doing, and she lightly shoved her sister’s shoulder out of annoyance.
Jonna Austin: I know what you’re doing...cut it the Hell out. I’m fine; I’m not lying about that so you can quit analyzing my face to see if I am. Worry about dealing with Sammi and Kat, not on if I’m hurting some or not. Tonight, we have the chance to add the Southern Star Cross tag team championships to the Austin Hall of Fame. You have a chance at your first championship down in that ring.
Jamie Austin: Our chance at gold together which is why I don’t understand why you’d jeopardize that with what happened Tuesday night! You didn’t have a match; you didn’t have to be there!
Jonna Austin: Whether I had a match or not, I was going to be at that arena. As far as what happened...Uncle Steve taught us both better than that, and you know it. I wasn’t going to let anyone fall to a numbers game; you should know by now that I’m not like that.
Jamie shook her head in frustration and let out a little yell from said frustration. Some of the people around them gave the sisters a weird look which caused Jonna to sneer at them a little, making them look away from the pair. Jonna looked down at the slightly shorter woman, a look of frustration on her face at how Jamie had been acting.
Jonna Austin: How about we focus on the goal for tonight, not how my week has gone, okay? Sammi and Kat are extremely successful tag team champions whether it’s been here in SRW or elsewhere. They’ve been teaming together a lot longer than we have. The difference between them and us, however, is that we grew up and trained together. We grew up around some of the best, and they helped train us.
Jamie Austin: You’re right, you’re right...my focus needs to be on tonight, not anything else right now. Kat and Sammi are going down in that Ultimate X match. You’ve gotten pretty damn good at climbing things, so I don’t see this being a big issue for us. Tonight is the night that the Twin Snakes take home the gold.
Jonna smiled at her sister and nodded a bit. Now that she was getting her focus where it belonged, the taller of the two women felt more at ease about the Ultimate X match. If they had their way, which with any luck they would, it would mean more gold for Jonna to hold and the start of major success for Jamie.
Jonna Austin: They mentioned on Twitter how they like playing on the Hard difficulty...well tonight is going to be hardcore mode. Sammi, Kat...the two of you like having to play hard? You like having a challenge, huh? Well, there is no challenge like Jamie and I. There’s no team around that has the training that we have, and tonight you’re both going to experience what hardcore mode is like when you’re in the ring with us.
Jamie Austin: No matter what the two of you try to do, sadly you won’t be defeating hardcore mode. I hope the two of you are prepared to lose a life in this game because Jonna and I will be moving onto the next round when we grab those belts from the cables.
Jonna Austin: See you soon, gamers.
Voice: SAM!!!!
The camera shot moves backstage where we’re just in time to see Katrina Cage of the Skillz Vendorz come walking around the corner. Tank top, sweat pants, backwards baseball cap. She’s not yet dressed for her match and she’s frantically looking for something...or someone, as we can tell.
Katrina Cage: SAM!!! Where the he--
She stops an attendant walking by, catching him by the arm.
Katrina Cage: Yo! You seen my tag team partner anywhere? Short, mouthy, sounds like this: ‘Ello! Alright, mate?
She tries to put on her best impersonation of an English accent. It’s not terrible but it still gets a laugh out of the crowd watching from their seats. The attendant just stares at Kat.
Attendant: I know who your tag team partner is.
Katrina Cage: Oh good!
Attendant: And I haven’t seen her.
Katrina Cage: Shit! Alright, thanks anyway.
She lets go of the attendant and continues her search through the arena.
Katrina Cage: SAM!!! WE GOTTA GET READY FOR OUR MATCH!!!!
Kat spots someone off-camera and her face lights up like she’s seeing the Messiah himself. Or in this case, herself, as she rushes over and the crowd gives a pop as Kat runs right up to...Coda!!!!
Katrina Cage: CODA!!! Thank god!
Kat reaches out and almost grabs Coda into a thankful hug before she seems to remember it might not be a good idea and her hands stop short. The Pint-Sized Kaiju looks glad she wasn’t touched, but then again, that face mask covering her nose and mouth hides most of her expressions.
Katrina Cage: Sorry. Umm, but hey. You seen Sam anywhere?
Coda: I talked to Sammi in catering earlier. She seemed to be apprehensive about fighting the Austin sisters.
Katrina Cage: Sammi? Apprehensive?
Katrina looks down and shrugs her shoulders as if to say “huh, imagine that.” She turns her attention back to Coda.
Katrina Cage: Can’t say I’m surprised. She talks all that shit then game time comes around and the self doubt kicks in, then she--
Kat catches herself and shakes her head, realizing she’s getting off topic.
Katrina Cage: Anyway! Nah, I just checked catering. If she was there, she isn’t now.
Pause. Kat taps a finger to her chin.
Katrina Cage: Come to think of it, yeah I’m sure she was there because the Mountain Dew was all gone.
Stoically, Coda responds with her girly yet slightly monotonous voice.
Coda: While we talked, I remember she drank straight from the sixteen-ounce bottle.
Nodding, Coda thinks about the topic further, then her mind wanders.
Coda: Should the two of you retain the titles, I capture the Ultimate Conquest championship, and Ursula remains the Queen Of The South, perhaps we could all celebrate tomorrow morning? Socially distant diners have started to open here in Atlanta.
The Georgia crowd cheers for the unintended cheap pop. Katrina waits patiently through Coda’s wandering moment. She actually can’t help but smile as it’s...kind of adorable; despite knowing the woman in front of her is one of the more dangerous ones on the roster once the bell rings for a match.
Katrina Cage: You know what? We can totally hang out tomorrow. We can hang out no matter what happens. Promise! Right now, though, I gotta find Sam. Will you help me?
Coda nods with glee, agreeing to help right before she hears a voice!
Voice: Hey Katrina!
Katrina stops and turns quickly. Somewhere, somehow, there’s a little “whoosh” sound effect to go with the movement before the same backstage attendant comes running up.
Attendant: Hey, you were looking for Sammi Belmont? I found her.
Katrina’s eyes go wide. She looks at Coda then back at the attendant. More “whoosh-whoosh” noises as she turns back and forth.
Katrina Cage: Thank fuck! I mean thank god! Where?!
Coda briefly scowls at Katrina for cursing, then looks back towards the stagehand.
Attendant: Umm...well...follow me….
He motions for Katrina or even both girls to follow him before dipping off-screen again. The silly sound effects continue as Katrina looks at Coda, looks off in the direction the attendant went, and goes running off. Coda looks at the camera, shrugs, and follows Katrina in a hilariously calm, contrasting manner.
There’s a camera cut as the attendant leads them into the loading bay area. He arrives first. Katrina comes running in behind him and almost bumps into him. Seconds later comes Coda at a casual jog. The attendant points upward. Both girls look. Katrina’s jaw drops. Coda’s eyes go wide above her mask.
Katrina Cage: SAM!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?!
Sammi Belmont: Oi!! Ello, mates! Ya alright?! Thought I might get some more practice in!
Katrina raises one eyebrow and drops her focus to look right into the camera.
Katrina Cage: Oh I nailed that accent.
The audience laughs before Katrina looks back up and her face returns to panic mode. Sammi Belmont is dangling up by her feet from the rafters on the ceiling. She’s literally about twenty feet give or take off the floor. Katrina runs her hands through her hair like a worried, frustrated parent.
Katrina Cage: Are you out of your mind?! Get down! Now! We’re up in like half an hour and we gotta get changed!
There’s another pause and Katrina squints at something else on the rafters. Once she realizes what it is, her eyes go wide.
Katrina Cage: Are those our belts?!
Sammi Belmont: That they are! Train like you fight, right?!
Katrina drags her hands down her face, Stitch style, and looks at Coda.
Katrina Cage: Can I kill her?
The Korean-American drops her mask to wrap around her neck, showing a wide grin to Katrina’s shock. Then, Coda starts to wander towards a nearby truck, beginning to climb the ladder.
Katrina Cage: Whoa whoa whoa! What are you doing?! Coda? Coda! Stop it! You get down from there right now! Both of you!
Once she’s atop the SRW-branded container with the Fatal Friday poster image on the side, she joins Sammi by grabbing onto the rafters herself. Katrina watches the two with that proverbial vein about to pop in her forehead. She turns to look to the attendant for help.
Attendant: This is above my pay grade.
He says as he walks off like nothing is even happening. Katrina does a little panic dance as she tries to think of what to do. She’s got nothing.
Katrina Cage: If you two fall, that’s two title match forfeits!
Coda’s eyes widen! High above the ground, she looks at Sammi while the two of them are still hanging by the rafters.
Coda: Grab the titles and get down. I am an enemy. Your time is limited.
Attempting to convince Sammi to take action, Coda approached closer from behind the Skillz Vendor as quickly as she could using all four limbs like a clumsy spider monkey.
Sammi Belmont: Oi! Good practice!
Sammi, dangling by her hands, reaches out and proceeds to monkey-bar herself towards the tag belts. Katrina watches with a tight grip on her hair, sweat beginning to form on her face. After a moment, Sammi reaches the belts and swings her legs up, wrapping them over the rafter, and starts working the belt clasps. Before long, she unhooks them and dangles upside down with a victory roar almost unbecoming of a woman her size.
Sammi Belmont: Yeeeaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! Get sooooommmmmmeeee!!!!!
Katrina Cage: Yeah, nice job, genius! You thought about how you’re gonna get down?!
Sammi Belmont: Yup!
Sammi looks down at something Katrina can’t see from where she’s standing. Without another word, the woman just...unwraps her legs from the rafters. The crowd watching from ringside gasps, shouts, exclaims, every reaction one could think of as Sammi plummets down. Coda tries to catch her but misses just short. Katrina loses sight of her a second before a soft thud is heard.
Katrina Cage: SAMMI!!!!!! SAMMI!!!!
The 8-Bit Princess goes running in the direction she saw Sammi drop. The camera follows close behind her as she rounds the corner behind the truck trailer. She’s fearing the worst, obviously: RIP Sammi. She’s dead. Fatal Friday has taken on a whole new meaning.
Katrina Cage: SAMMI!!!!!
Kat’s almost hysterical, panicking as she turns the corner and finds no sign of what she expects to be Sammi’s broken body. All she finds is a recycling dumpster where laughing and giggling can be heard from inside. Katrina stops in her tracks and just stares at the dumpster like she’s about to murder it.
Katrina Cage: ….GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!!!!
Sammi’s head pops up from inside with a big grin on her face. She hops out of the dumpster, belts in hand, and looks up at Coda.
Sammi Belmont: OI!! Coda!!! Scale over and drop in!! It’s safe!
Coda is no high-flier, so when she slowly shimmied towards the area right above the dumpster, she starts to lose her grip! Sammi and Kat both notice and their eyes bug out.
Katrina Cage: Oh shit! Oh SHIT!! Hold on, Coda!! Sam, get something!!!
Sammi looks around in a panic. More cartoonish whooshing noises as she turns in circles with the belts in her hands.
Sammi Belmont: I don’t bloody see anything!
Katrina Cage: Well, let’s move the dumpster!
Sammi Belmont: There’s no bloody time!
Katrina pauses, thinking quickly, and runs over under Coda. Sammi follows. In what feels like slow motion, the number one contender for the Ultimate Conquest Championship falls from the rafters with arms and legs flailing, fear in her typically calm eyes as she tries to get a hold of anything she can that might slow her descent to no success! In one swift motion, Sammi tosses the belts up, dangling the straps over her shoulders and the Skillz Vendorz stick their arms out, providing Coda with a soft and safe landing. Sammi catches her by the legs while Katrina catches her around the torso. The crowd gives a huge pop of relief before the hindsight humor kicks in and the audience is laughing again. Kat and Sammi set Coda gently down on her feet and hug her.
Katrina Cage: Oh thank god! Sammi, you owe Coda an apology!
Sammi Belmont: What’d I do?!
Katrina Cage: You almost landed both of you in deep shit!
Sammi Belmont: I landed on an old mattress. She landed in our arms. Both safe!
Katrina Cage: Apologize! Now!
Sammi pouts a little and turns towards the Pint Sized Kaiju.
Sammi Belmont: Sorry, mate.
As Coda tries to catch her breath, now standing on solid ground, she bows towards both of the Skillz Venderz in deep thanks. Then she pauses.
Coda: You should have told me that would be a bad idea.
Coda huffs as she walks off back to her private locker room. Katrina brings up a finger as if she’s trying to make a point, turning with Coda as the woman leaves. Her jaw stammers.
Katrina Cage: What?! I...but I...I did!!!!
Katrina looks back to Sammi who just hands her one of the tag title belts and shakes her head like a disappointed parent.
Sammi Belmont: Right bloody fine influence YOU are!
She says, before the Englishwoman walks off in the same direction Coda did. Katrina looks right at the camera as if to say “can you believe these two?!”
Katrina Cage: Now wait just a darn minute, both of you! Hey! I’m talking to y’all!!
Katrina walks off after them, the crowd laughs, and the shot fades to black.
Steele goes out to the floor and gets a weapon. Psycho does as well and the two come back into the ring with dueling kendo sticks. They start fencing, looking like a pair of demented samurai trying to tak each other’s heads off as they go. Steele gets through with a shot first. Psycho gets through with one of her own and quickly they both break their sticks on the other’s head. Psycho draws more blood using the broken end of the stick on Steele and then knocks her out to the floor.
Steele gets a spare headset and uses it like a set of brass knuckles. Psycho is staggered and Steele bounces her face first off the cage wall. As the two go on, they both splatter blood everywhere, each getting more and more gory as they go on. Steele knocks Psychio down and then goes and gets a table out from under the ring. She sets it up and gets a second one. Pretty soon she has a double stack of tables ready to go only for Psycho to start kicking at her.
“TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES!”
Psycho and Steele fight off and go back into the ring, Steele trying to run away, Psycho in pursuit. They start fighting, Steele going back for another rope swing. Psycho kicks her out of midair.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Psycho gets Steele up and runs her into the turnbuckles. Steele falls down and rolls to the floor. Psycho comes out after her and Steele catches her with a tool box.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Steele gets some fluid and sprays down the tables.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
As she empties the containers, Psycho starts to get up. Steele lights the tables on fire and Psycho starts fighting with her towards the chain ladder. The two go up on earth side of the alder, swinging at each other as they do.
“PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE!”
The two rise up the ladder and pound away on each other as they reach the top. Psycho almost knocks Steele loose and grabs at the championships. Steele does as well. The two of them fight for control and then fall off the chain ladder. They plunge down and crash land on the flaming tables rendering both unconscious, putting out the fires on impact.
“HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!”
The referee checks and finds both unable to continue, belt landing sort of on Steele’s arm but neither actually holding it with Psycho’s hand actually closer to it than Steele’s. The referee signals the match is over, the championships remaining with Steele.
RESULT: DOUBLE KO - KATE STEELE RETAINS!
Spazz: They just got knocked the fuck OUT!
Koss: The title can't change hands if both sides are out cold.
BACKSTAGE
At the Mercedes-Benz Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia, Jonna and Jamie Austin were out in the hallway, Jonna having an extra pep in her step after having had such a successful week so far. Jamie also seemed to have an elevated attitude, likely due to having over a week off and being able to spend the time in Los Angeles with her boyfriend. The two women were standing close together, talking amongst themselves. They were both in their ring gear, ready to go in the Ultimate X match for the Southern Star Cross tag team championships against Sammi Belmont and Kat Cage.
Jamie Austin: Jonna, are you sure you’re ready for tonight? I mean you’ve only had a few days to rest up after your match against Chris Matthews then you ate a superkick from Damon Cross on Tuesday.
Jonna Austin: I’m fine, Jamie. Minus a couple of workouts, I spent the rest of the time resting up. Am I still a little sore? Sure, but no pain, no gain after all. There’s nothing wrong with me that would keep me from competing, so don’t worry about it.
Jamie rolled her eyes at her sister, shaking her head as she did so. She didn’t doubt that the other Austin was sore, probably sorer than she was letting on, but there wouldn’t be any getting the truth out of Jonna. She had been wrestling far longer than Jamie had been, and she had gotten to where she didn’t let pain show unless she was seriously hurt. With a sigh, Jamie looked up at her sister’s face, looking at it carefully for any signs of pain that, someone who didn’t know either sister well wouldn’t catch, she could recognize. The busier of the two women knew exactly what her sister was doing, and she lightly shoved her sister’s shoulder out of annoyance.
Jonna Austin: I know what you’re doing...cut it the Hell out. I’m fine; I’m not lying about that so you can quit analyzing my face to see if I am. Worry about dealing with Sammi and Kat, not on if I’m hurting some or not. Tonight, we have the chance to add the Southern Star Cross tag team championships to the Austin Hall of Fame. You have a chance at your first championship down in that ring.
Jamie Austin: Our chance at gold together which is why I don’t understand why you’d jeopardize that with what happened Tuesday night! You didn’t have a match; you didn’t have to be there!
Jonna Austin: Whether I had a match or not, I was going to be at that arena. As far as what happened...Uncle Steve taught us both better than that, and you know it. I wasn’t going to let anyone fall to a numbers game; you should know by now that I’m not like that.
Jamie shook her head in frustration and let out a little yell from said frustration. Some of the people around them gave the sisters a weird look which caused Jonna to sneer at them a little, making them look away from the pair. Jonna looked down at the slightly shorter woman, a look of frustration on her face at how Jamie had been acting.
Jonna Austin: How about we focus on the goal for tonight, not how my week has gone, okay? Sammi and Kat are extremely successful tag team champions whether it’s been here in SRW or elsewhere. They’ve been teaming together a lot longer than we have. The difference between them and us, however, is that we grew up and trained together. We grew up around some of the best, and they helped train us.
Jamie Austin: You’re right, you’re right...my focus needs to be on tonight, not anything else right now. Kat and Sammi are going down in that Ultimate X match. You’ve gotten pretty damn good at climbing things, so I don’t see this being a big issue for us. Tonight is the night that the Twin Snakes take home the gold.
Jonna smiled at her sister and nodded a bit. Now that she was getting her focus where it belonged, the taller of the two women felt more at ease about the Ultimate X match. If they had their way, which with any luck they would, it would mean more gold for Jonna to hold and the start of major success for Jamie.
Jonna Austin: They mentioned on Twitter how they like playing on the Hard difficulty...well tonight is going to be hardcore mode. Sammi, Kat...the two of you like having to play hard? You like having a challenge, huh? Well, there is no challenge like Jamie and I. There’s no team around that has the training that we have, and tonight you’re both going to experience what hardcore mode is like when you’re in the ring with us.
Jamie Austin: No matter what the two of you try to do, sadly you won’t be defeating hardcore mode. I hope the two of you are prepared to lose a life in this game because Jonna and I will be moving onto the next round when we grab those belts from the cables.
Jonna Austin: See you soon, gamers.
BACKSTAGE
Voice: SAM!!!!
The camera shot moves backstage where we’re just in time to see Katrina Cage of the Skillz Vendorz come walking around the corner. Tank top, sweat pants, backwards baseball cap. She’s not yet dressed for her match and she’s frantically looking for something...or someone, as we can tell.
Katrina Cage: SAM!!! Where the he--
She stops an attendant walking by, catching him by the arm.
Katrina Cage: Yo! You seen my tag team partner anywhere? Short, mouthy, sounds like this: ‘Ello! Alright, mate?
She tries to put on her best impersonation of an English accent. It’s not terrible but it still gets a laugh out of the crowd watching from their seats. The attendant just stares at Kat.
Attendant: I know who your tag team partner is.
Katrina Cage: Oh good!
Attendant: And I haven’t seen her.
Katrina Cage: Shit! Alright, thanks anyway.
She lets go of the attendant and continues her search through the arena.
Katrina Cage: SAM!!! WE GOTTA GET READY FOR OUR MATCH!!!!
Kat spots someone off-camera and her face lights up like she’s seeing the Messiah himself. Or in this case, herself, as she rushes over and the crowd gives a pop as Kat runs right up to...Coda!!!!
Katrina Cage: CODA!!! Thank god!
Kat reaches out and almost grabs Coda into a thankful hug before she seems to remember it might not be a good idea and her hands stop short. The Pint-Sized Kaiju looks glad she wasn’t touched, but then again, that face mask covering her nose and mouth hides most of her expressions.
Katrina Cage: Sorry. Umm, but hey. You seen Sam anywhere?
Coda: I talked to Sammi in catering earlier. She seemed to be apprehensive about fighting the Austin sisters.
Katrina Cage: Sammi? Apprehensive?
Katrina looks down and shrugs her shoulders as if to say “huh, imagine that.” She turns her attention back to Coda.
Katrina Cage: Can’t say I’m surprised. She talks all that shit then game time comes around and the self doubt kicks in, then she--
Kat catches herself and shakes her head, realizing she’s getting off topic.
Katrina Cage: Anyway! Nah, I just checked catering. If she was there, she isn’t now.
Pause. Kat taps a finger to her chin.
Katrina Cage: Come to think of it, yeah I’m sure she was there because the Mountain Dew was all gone.
Stoically, Coda responds with her girly yet slightly monotonous voice.
Coda: While we talked, I remember she drank straight from the sixteen-ounce bottle.
Nodding, Coda thinks about the topic further, then her mind wanders.
Coda: Should the two of you retain the titles, I capture the Ultimate Conquest championship, and Ursula remains the Queen Of The South, perhaps we could all celebrate tomorrow morning? Socially distant diners have started to open here in Atlanta.
The Georgia crowd cheers for the unintended cheap pop. Katrina waits patiently through Coda’s wandering moment. She actually can’t help but smile as it’s...kind of adorable; despite knowing the woman in front of her is one of the more dangerous ones on the roster once the bell rings for a match.
Katrina Cage: You know what? We can totally hang out tomorrow. We can hang out no matter what happens. Promise! Right now, though, I gotta find Sam. Will you help me?
Coda nods with glee, agreeing to help right before she hears a voice!
Voice: Hey Katrina!
Katrina stops and turns quickly. Somewhere, somehow, there’s a little “whoosh” sound effect to go with the movement before the same backstage attendant comes running up.
Attendant: Hey, you were looking for Sammi Belmont? I found her.
Katrina’s eyes go wide. She looks at Coda then back at the attendant. More “whoosh-whoosh” noises as she turns back and forth.
Katrina Cage: Thank fuck! I mean thank god! Where?!
Coda briefly scowls at Katrina for cursing, then looks back towards the stagehand.
Attendant: Umm...well...follow me….
He motions for Katrina or even both girls to follow him before dipping off-screen again. The silly sound effects continue as Katrina looks at Coda, looks off in the direction the attendant went, and goes running off. Coda looks at the camera, shrugs, and follows Katrina in a hilariously calm, contrasting manner.
There’s a camera cut as the attendant leads them into the loading bay area. He arrives first. Katrina comes running in behind him and almost bumps into him. Seconds later comes Coda at a casual jog. The attendant points upward. Both girls look. Katrina’s jaw drops. Coda’s eyes go wide above her mask.
Katrina Cage: SAM!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?!
Sammi Belmont: Oi!! Ello, mates! Ya alright?! Thought I might get some more practice in!
Katrina raises one eyebrow and drops her focus to look right into the camera.
Katrina Cage: Oh I nailed that accent.
The audience laughs before Katrina looks back up and her face returns to panic mode. Sammi Belmont is dangling up by her feet from the rafters on the ceiling. She’s literally about twenty feet give or take off the floor. Katrina runs her hands through her hair like a worried, frustrated parent.
Katrina Cage: Are you out of your mind?! Get down! Now! We’re up in like half an hour and we gotta get changed!
There’s another pause and Katrina squints at something else on the rafters. Once she realizes what it is, her eyes go wide.
Katrina Cage: Are those our belts?!
Sammi Belmont: That they are! Train like you fight, right?!
Katrina drags her hands down her face, Stitch style, and looks at Coda.
Katrina Cage: Can I kill her?
The Korean-American drops her mask to wrap around her neck, showing a wide grin to Katrina’s shock. Then, Coda starts to wander towards a nearby truck, beginning to climb the ladder.
Katrina Cage: Whoa whoa whoa! What are you doing?! Coda? Coda! Stop it! You get down from there right now! Both of you!
Once she’s atop the SRW-branded container with the Fatal Friday poster image on the side, she joins Sammi by grabbing onto the rafters herself. Katrina watches the two with that proverbial vein about to pop in her forehead. She turns to look to the attendant for help.
Attendant: This is above my pay grade.
He says as he walks off like nothing is even happening. Katrina does a little panic dance as she tries to think of what to do. She’s got nothing.
Katrina Cage: If you two fall, that’s two title match forfeits!
Coda’s eyes widen! High above the ground, she looks at Sammi while the two of them are still hanging by the rafters.
Coda: Grab the titles and get down. I am an enemy. Your time is limited.
Attempting to convince Sammi to take action, Coda approached closer from behind the Skillz Vendor as quickly as she could using all four limbs like a clumsy spider monkey.
Sammi Belmont: Oi! Good practice!
Sammi, dangling by her hands, reaches out and proceeds to monkey-bar herself towards the tag belts. Katrina watches with a tight grip on her hair, sweat beginning to form on her face. After a moment, Sammi reaches the belts and swings her legs up, wrapping them over the rafter, and starts working the belt clasps. Before long, she unhooks them and dangles upside down with a victory roar almost unbecoming of a woman her size.
Sammi Belmont: Yeeeaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! Get sooooommmmmmeeee!!!!!
Katrina Cage: Yeah, nice job, genius! You thought about how you’re gonna get down?!
Sammi Belmont: Yup!
Sammi looks down at something Katrina can’t see from where she’s standing. Without another word, the woman just...unwraps her legs from the rafters. The crowd watching from ringside gasps, shouts, exclaims, every reaction one could think of as Sammi plummets down. Coda tries to catch her but misses just short. Katrina loses sight of her a second before a soft thud is heard.
Katrina Cage: SAMMI!!!!!! SAMMI!!!!
The 8-Bit Princess goes running in the direction she saw Sammi drop. The camera follows close behind her as she rounds the corner behind the truck trailer. She’s fearing the worst, obviously: RIP Sammi. She’s dead. Fatal Friday has taken on a whole new meaning.
Katrina Cage: SAMMI!!!!!
Kat’s almost hysterical, panicking as she turns the corner and finds no sign of what she expects to be Sammi’s broken body. All she finds is a recycling dumpster where laughing and giggling can be heard from inside. Katrina stops in her tracks and just stares at the dumpster like she’s about to murder it.
Katrina Cage: ….GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!!!!
Sammi’s head pops up from inside with a big grin on her face. She hops out of the dumpster, belts in hand, and looks up at Coda.
Sammi Belmont: OI!! Coda!!! Scale over and drop in!! It’s safe!
Coda is no high-flier, so when she slowly shimmied towards the area right above the dumpster, she starts to lose her grip! Sammi and Kat both notice and their eyes bug out.
Katrina Cage: Oh shit! Oh SHIT!! Hold on, Coda!! Sam, get something!!!
Sammi looks around in a panic. More cartoonish whooshing noises as she turns in circles with the belts in her hands.
Sammi Belmont: I don’t bloody see anything!
Katrina Cage: Well, let’s move the dumpster!
Sammi Belmont: There’s no bloody time!
Katrina pauses, thinking quickly, and runs over under Coda. Sammi follows. In what feels like slow motion, the number one contender for the Ultimate Conquest Championship falls from the rafters with arms and legs flailing, fear in her typically calm eyes as she tries to get a hold of anything she can that might slow her descent to no success! In one swift motion, Sammi tosses the belts up, dangling the straps over her shoulders and the Skillz Vendorz stick their arms out, providing Coda with a soft and safe landing. Sammi catches her by the legs while Katrina catches her around the torso. The crowd gives a huge pop of relief before the hindsight humor kicks in and the audience is laughing again. Kat and Sammi set Coda gently down on her feet and hug her.
Katrina Cage: Oh thank god! Sammi, you owe Coda an apology!
Sammi Belmont: What’d I do?!
Katrina Cage: You almost landed both of you in deep shit!
Sammi Belmont: I landed on an old mattress. She landed in our arms. Both safe!
Katrina Cage: Apologize! Now!
Sammi pouts a little and turns towards the Pint Sized Kaiju.
Sammi Belmont: Sorry, mate.
As Coda tries to catch her breath, now standing on solid ground, she bows towards both of the Skillz Venderz in deep thanks. Then she pauses.
Coda: You should have told me that would be a bad idea.
Coda huffs as she walks off back to her private locker room. Katrina brings up a finger as if she’s trying to make a point, turning with Coda as the woman leaves. Her jaw stammers.
Katrina Cage: What?! I...but I...I did!!!!
Katrina looks back to Sammi who just hands her one of the tag title belts and shakes her head like a disappointed parent.
Sammi Belmont: Right bloody fine influence YOU are!
She says, before the Englishwoman walks off in the same direction Coda did. Katrina looks right at the camera as if to say “can you believe these two?!”
Katrina Cage: Now wait just a darn minute, both of you! Hey! I’m talking to y’all!!
Katrina walks off after them, the crowd laughs, and the shot fades to black.
SOUTHERN STAR CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
TAG TEAM ULTIMATE X MATCH
-SKILLZ VENDORZ (C)-VS-TWIN SNAKES-
As the bell sounds, both teams look up at the wires crisscrossing the ring from their respective towers attached to the four corners of the ring. Sammi and Katrina nod to each other, Jonna and Jamie doing the same on their side. All four rush in and collide directly under where the belts hang at the convergence of the wires. Jonna knocks Katrina down while Sammi and Jaime start trading shots. Katrina starts to get back up and Jonna grabs her, tossing her bodily over the top rope to the floor. Sammi tries to separate from Jamie to go after Jonna but Jamie hits her from behind and Jonna is able to catch Sammi to elevate her. Sammi crashes back down to the face, face and chest first allowing the Twin Snakes to start putting the boots to Sammi. After doing this for a little bit, Jaime runs to the corner and starts to climb, Jonna remaining by Sammi but looking up to watch her sister go for the gold.
Katrina climbs up and rolls into the ring from the floor. She goes to a different corner and starts to climb up. Jaime shimmies up the pole and then jumps out onto the wire. As she starts to slowly make her way across, Katrina does the same thing in her corner. Jaime stops halfway and alerts Jonna to the goings on. Jonna goes to intercept Katrina.
Sammi staggers up and looks up. She sees Jaime starting to move into position again and runs to the ropes. Sammi jumps up and springboard off, connecting with a flying forearm to the midsection of Jaime. Jaime falls off the ropes and Sammi crashes down after impact. Jonna pulls Katrina down and Katrina catches Jonna for a ddt on the way down. Sammi tries to go up. Jaime scrambles to the same corner and starts up as well. The two women start to punch each other up on the second turnbuckles and then Jaime tackles her off the second turnbuckle. The two plummet down to the floor and bounce off the concrete.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Katrina goes to a corner and Jonna follows her. Jonna hooks Katrina and superplexes her off. Jonna rolls over and crawls to the ropes. She slowly pulls herself up to her knees and then looks up at the goal staring down at her from the X. She nods to herself and then pulls herself to her feet. She walks slowly, painfully, to the corner. Jonna climbs to the turnbuckle and then pulls herself up the pole and starts out onto the wire. Katrina gets up and grabs at Jonna’s ankles. Jonna tries to kick her away but Katrina manages to get a grip and starts pulling. Jonna continues to kick and Katrina dodges, trying desperately to hang on.
After what’s seemed like years, Sammi and Jaime both start to get up and Jaime gets to the ring first. She rolls in and goes after Katrina. Katrina releases her grip on Jonna and meets Jaime coming in. The two start going at it. Sammi climbs up, gets to the middle of the ropes and jumps into a springboard spear that clips Jonna off the wires.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
Katrina and Jaime fight over towards where Jonna is now lying. Sammi rolls away and goes to the corner. Sammi staggers to her feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle. She goes up, onto the wires and starts towards the championships. Jaime tries to break away from Katrina and gets German suplexed back onto Jonna. Sammi continues across the wires and grabs the championships.
WINNERS AND STILL SSC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: SKILLZ VENDORZ!!!
Koss: Skillz Vendorz retain!
Spazz: Skillz have been killin' it since they showed up! Can anyone dethrone the tag champs?
Koss: We'll have to see in the coming weeks, won't we?
Coda: Luther Thunder is the most dominant Ultimate Conquest Champion in SRW history, capable of conquering the entirety of the Ascendant division and look Juliet Black in the face with threats of death overhead. He is the first male talent who signed this promotion’s dotted line, stuck around with loyalty and grit, yet…
The Korean-American sits on the dirty floor of the loading bay right in front of the SRW-branded storage container with the Fatal Friday poster image on the side. Half of Ursula’s blue-tinted face looms overhead, along with the Shieldmaidens who stood by her side. Coda herself wears a Shieldmaiden t-shirt of her own, stained with Mariah Lopez’s dried blood from her MultiUniversal Championship match at a recent Savage Live episode.
Coda: He expects me to disrespect him. He continues to repeat the same words over and over about how I ought not to make things personal against him and his wife, Esme Thunder. It has begun to become grating, a trite cliché in our sport like in-ring weddings or public contract signings. Perhaps Luther is unaware I have heard him properly the first time? Or perhaps he is incapable of drawing any other topic of conversation to the surface out of habitual echoing?
She’s dwarfed by the large image of her Symphony of Destruction’s partner behind her. It depicts Ursula with a terminator’s eye lodged in her orbital socket, an intense visual that contrasted with Coda’s delicate features and wiry body. The number one contender for the Ultimate Conquest Championship starts to idly feel the bumps on her bright red wristband on her right hand, the red contrasting with her pale white skin.
Coda: Does he not comprehend I find no need to resort to such trivial tactics? Does he see me as an immature troglodyte incapable of doing anything else but what others have done?
She stays calm as she says the words with condescension, continuing to play with the bumps and grooves on her bracelet without looking at it.
Coda: Ever since my debut on the independent circuit, I have been called Coda. As simply as I can explain, it is a word donating the symbol that brings a repeated section of music to its end.
The Pint-Sized Kaiju stretches her neck back, her big expressive eyes on the rafters above with her neck exposed covered in minuscule scars from previous battles, then she looks forward again with a cute look of thoughtfulness.
Coda: No, I am not ‘destined’ to end Luther Thunder’s reign, nor am I a mythical beast incapable of being stopped. I am a woman… a human being made of flesh, muscle, and bone capable of great things not because I wish it to be so, but because I have done so before! I have not needed to act like Juliet Black, Jerry Watts, CCM, Ursula Von Rossback, or anyone else but me to accomplish all I have attained, and that will not stop!
Once again, the camera zooms out to reveal Ursula’s face large behind Coda as she sits in the container’s shadow unbothered by its shade.
Coda: Luther Thunder is the most dominant Ultimate Conquest Champion in SRW history, but try as he might… he will never be Coda.
Finally, she smiles sweetly for the camera with adorable confidence before covering her nose and mouth with her face mask once again. Climbing to her feet, she prances away as the show continues.
Spazz: The Half-Pint Kaiju's spoken!
Koss: And now we'll see if she can back those words up next!
Katrina climbs up and rolls into the ring from the floor. She goes to a different corner and starts to climb up. Jaime shimmies up the pole and then jumps out onto the wire. As she starts to slowly make her way across, Katrina does the same thing in her corner. Jaime stops halfway and alerts Jonna to the goings on. Jonna goes to intercept Katrina.
Sammi staggers up and looks up. She sees Jaime starting to move into position again and runs to the ropes. Sammi jumps up and springboard off, connecting with a flying forearm to the midsection of Jaime. Jaime falls off the ropes and Sammi crashes down after impact. Jonna pulls Katrina down and Katrina catches Jonna for a ddt on the way down. Sammi tries to go up. Jaime scrambles to the same corner and starts up as well. The two women start to punch each other up on the second turnbuckles and then Jaime tackles her off the second turnbuckle. The two plummet down to the floor and bounce off the concrete.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Katrina goes to a corner and Jonna follows her. Jonna hooks Katrina and superplexes her off. Jonna rolls over and crawls to the ropes. She slowly pulls herself up to her knees and then looks up at the goal staring down at her from the X. She nods to herself and then pulls herself to her feet. She walks slowly, painfully, to the corner. Jonna climbs to the turnbuckle and then pulls herself up the pole and starts out onto the wire. Katrina gets up and grabs at Jonna’s ankles. Jonna tries to kick her away but Katrina manages to get a grip and starts pulling. Jonna continues to kick and Katrina dodges, trying desperately to hang on.
After what’s seemed like years, Sammi and Jaime both start to get up and Jaime gets to the ring first. She rolls in and goes after Katrina. Katrina releases her grip on Jonna and meets Jaime coming in. The two start going at it. Sammi climbs up, gets to the middle of the ropes and jumps into a springboard spear that clips Jonna off the wires.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
Katrina and Jaime fight over towards where Jonna is now lying. Sammi rolls away and goes to the corner. Sammi staggers to her feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle. She goes up, onto the wires and starts towards the championships. Jaime tries to break away from Katrina and gets German suplexed back onto Jonna. Sammi continues across the wires and grabs the championships.
WINNERS AND STILL SSC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: SKILLZ VENDORZ!!!
Koss: Skillz Vendorz retain!
Spazz: Skillz have been killin' it since they showed up! Can anyone dethrone the tag champs?
Koss: We'll have to see in the coming weeks, won't we?
BACKSTAGE
Coda: Luther Thunder is the most dominant Ultimate Conquest Champion in SRW history, capable of conquering the entirety of the Ascendant division and look Juliet Black in the face with threats of death overhead. He is the first male talent who signed this promotion’s dotted line, stuck around with loyalty and grit, yet…
The Korean-American sits on the dirty floor of the loading bay right in front of the SRW-branded storage container with the Fatal Friday poster image on the side. Half of Ursula’s blue-tinted face looms overhead, along with the Shieldmaidens who stood by her side. Coda herself wears a Shieldmaiden t-shirt of her own, stained with Mariah Lopez’s dried blood from her MultiUniversal Championship match at a recent Savage Live episode.
Coda: He expects me to disrespect him. He continues to repeat the same words over and over about how I ought not to make things personal against him and his wife, Esme Thunder. It has begun to become grating, a trite cliché in our sport like in-ring weddings or public contract signings. Perhaps Luther is unaware I have heard him properly the first time? Or perhaps he is incapable of drawing any other topic of conversation to the surface out of habitual echoing?
She’s dwarfed by the large image of her Symphony of Destruction’s partner behind her. It depicts Ursula with a terminator’s eye lodged in her orbital socket, an intense visual that contrasted with Coda’s delicate features and wiry body. The number one contender for the Ultimate Conquest Championship starts to idly feel the bumps on her bright red wristband on her right hand, the red contrasting with her pale white skin.
Coda: Does he not comprehend I find no need to resort to such trivial tactics? Does he see me as an immature troglodyte incapable of doing anything else but what others have done?
She stays calm as she says the words with condescension, continuing to play with the bumps and grooves on her bracelet without looking at it.
Coda: Ever since my debut on the independent circuit, I have been called Coda. As simply as I can explain, it is a word donating the symbol that brings a repeated section of music to its end.
The Pint-Sized Kaiju stretches her neck back, her big expressive eyes on the rafters above with her neck exposed covered in minuscule scars from previous battles, then she looks forward again with a cute look of thoughtfulness.
Coda: No, I am not ‘destined’ to end Luther Thunder’s reign, nor am I a mythical beast incapable of being stopped. I am a woman… a human being made of flesh, muscle, and bone capable of great things not because I wish it to be so, but because I have done so before! I have not needed to act like Juliet Black, Jerry Watts, CCM, Ursula Von Rossback, or anyone else but me to accomplish all I have attained, and that will not stop!
Once again, the camera zooms out to reveal Ursula’s face large behind Coda as she sits in the container’s shadow unbothered by its shade.
Coda: Luther Thunder is the most dominant Ultimate Conquest Champion in SRW history, but try as he might… he will never be Coda.
Finally, she smiles sweetly for the camera with adorable confidence before covering her nose and mouth with her face mask once again. Climbing to her feet, she prances away as the show continues.
Spazz: The Half-Pint Kaiju's spoken!
Koss: And now we'll see if she can back those words up next!
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
THREE STAGES OF HELL
-LUTHER THUNDER(C)-VS-CODA-
Match One: Submission Match
The bell rings on the first match, and Luthor and Coda collide like a tornado and a hurricane, two forces of nature throwing caution to the wind as they attack one another with blows that could level buildings. Coda hits a European Uppercut. Luthor hits a hard clothesline. The Beast of Busan blasts her opponent with a stiff front kick to the stomach. Thunder lives up to his last name with a forearm strike that booms throughout the arena, leaving an angry red welt across his opponents chest. The action doesn't drop pace until Luthor hits a headbutt just as Coda goes for one of her own. The two behemoths both stagger, shaking their heads like a pair of rampaging bulls locked in a battle of supremacy. As the female competitor comes forward, the male half of the equation does as well, shooting in for a takedown. Coda goes to sprawl, but it's a feint! Luthor shoots around her, wrapping his arms around her waist to deliver a fluid, brutal snap German suplex! The pair roll through, but Coda blocks the second attempted suplex, breaking Thunder's grip before whipping him around to hit a German of her own! The two roll to their feet, stumbling a bit. Coda springs forward for a forearm, but Luthor brings his fists down, swatting the attack. What he wasn't prepared for was his opponent using that momentum to hit a spinning yakuza kick! Luthor stumbles, and Coda springboards off the middle rope, driving him to the mat with a brutal tornado DDT! She doesn't slow, though, as she transitions straight into "Crescendo", right in the middle of the ring! Struggle as he might, knowing he's got more match to fight, Thunder taps out! The bell rings, and the referee separates the two competitors, driving them into their own corners. They lean against the turnbuckles, breathing hard as the bell rings for…
Match Two: Tables Match!
This match starts a little more cautiously, the two competitors feeling each other out before engaging in a test of strength. Well, that's how it started, until Luthor slaps one of Coda's down before yanking her forward in a rough short armed lariat! The Beast of Busan hadn't even fully hit the mat before Thunder was rolling out of the ring, sliding a table in under the bottom rope. As he slides in after it, Coda's there with a sharp kick to the side of the head! Dazed, he rolls back out onto the apron as she picks the table up, wedging it vertically into the corner. She drags him back into the ring, but he brings his arm up forcefully between Coda's thighs in a brutal low blow. She cries out, stumbling backwards before dropping to a knee. He's standing before her in an instant, bringing a couple of punches down to lay her on her back. He drags her up to her feet, but she fires back with another stiff European Uppercut, launching him into the corner. The table groans, but doesn't break. She comes in, ready to strike, but Luthor steps forward, hitting a headbutt. Coda stumbles, and that's all the time Thunder needs before he scoops her up and delivers a VICIOUS powerbomb through the table, snapping it in half and forcing the referee to call for the bell! The remains of the table are cleared out of the way as the two of them are separated again. The referee check on them both before the bell rings for…
Match Three! First Blood Match!
Both competitors face off, breathing ragged as the match begins. Instead of coming right after one another, they both roll out of the ring, each of them scooping up a weapon. Coda rolls in with her kanabo. Luthor's armed with a kendo stick. They charge one another in a mock sword fight, the solid wood cracking against the bamboo cane. Thunder swings for the fences, but Coda returns the swing, and the kendo stick practically explodes! The next swing is stuffed by Luthor, who yanks the weapon out of his opponents hand and throws it out of the ring. He turns, shooting out with a wicked superkick, but the Beast of Busan seems to have had the same idea! Both of their heads snapped back, and they stumbled across the ring, leaning against the ropes on opposite sides. Coda looks up, blood coming from a cut on her forehead. Thunder raises his head, and his lips busted, bleeding down onto his chin! The referee, unable to decide, call the third match a draw!
RESULT: DRAW - LUTHER THUNDER RETAINS!
Spazz: Holy fuck dude! Double Superkicks splittin' 'em both open!
Koss: They bled each other in the final bout and the referee can't figure out who bled first! Few have given Luther Thunder that kind of a fight, but Coda certainly brought it hard!!
Spazz: Luther ain't gonna' underestimate that chick again! Bank on that!
Koss: Without further deliberation, we're cutting straight to the main event. Ursula Von Rossbach defends against Samael Asmodeus in a Last One Standing Match!
The bell rings on the first match, and Luthor and Coda collide like a tornado and a hurricane, two forces of nature throwing caution to the wind as they attack one another with blows that could level buildings. Coda hits a European Uppercut. Luthor hits a hard clothesline. The Beast of Busan blasts her opponent with a stiff front kick to the stomach. Thunder lives up to his last name with a forearm strike that booms throughout the arena, leaving an angry red welt across his opponents chest. The action doesn't drop pace until Luthor hits a headbutt just as Coda goes for one of her own. The two behemoths both stagger, shaking their heads like a pair of rampaging bulls locked in a battle of supremacy. As the female competitor comes forward, the male half of the equation does as well, shooting in for a takedown. Coda goes to sprawl, but it's a feint! Luthor shoots around her, wrapping his arms around her waist to deliver a fluid, brutal snap German suplex! The pair roll through, but Coda blocks the second attempted suplex, breaking Thunder's grip before whipping him around to hit a German of her own! The two roll to their feet, stumbling a bit. Coda springs forward for a forearm, but Luthor brings his fists down, swatting the attack. What he wasn't prepared for was his opponent using that momentum to hit a spinning yakuza kick! Luthor stumbles, and Coda springboards off the middle rope, driving him to the mat with a brutal tornado DDT! She doesn't slow, though, as she transitions straight into "Crescendo", right in the middle of the ring! Struggle as he might, knowing he's got more match to fight, Thunder taps out! The bell rings, and the referee separates the two competitors, driving them into their own corners. They lean against the turnbuckles, breathing hard as the bell rings for…
Match Two: Tables Match!
This match starts a little more cautiously, the two competitors feeling each other out before engaging in a test of strength. Well, that's how it started, until Luthor slaps one of Coda's down before yanking her forward in a rough short armed lariat! The Beast of Busan hadn't even fully hit the mat before Thunder was rolling out of the ring, sliding a table in under the bottom rope. As he slides in after it, Coda's there with a sharp kick to the side of the head! Dazed, he rolls back out onto the apron as she picks the table up, wedging it vertically into the corner. She drags him back into the ring, but he brings his arm up forcefully between Coda's thighs in a brutal low blow. She cries out, stumbling backwards before dropping to a knee. He's standing before her in an instant, bringing a couple of punches down to lay her on her back. He drags her up to her feet, but she fires back with another stiff European Uppercut, launching him into the corner. The table groans, but doesn't break. She comes in, ready to strike, but Luthor steps forward, hitting a headbutt. Coda stumbles, and that's all the time Thunder needs before he scoops her up and delivers a VICIOUS powerbomb through the table, snapping it in half and forcing the referee to call for the bell! The remains of the table are cleared out of the way as the two of them are separated again. The referee check on them both before the bell rings for…
Match Three! First Blood Match!
Both competitors face off, breathing ragged as the match begins. Instead of coming right after one another, they both roll out of the ring, each of them scooping up a weapon. Coda rolls in with her kanabo. Luthor's armed with a kendo stick. They charge one another in a mock sword fight, the solid wood cracking against the bamboo cane. Thunder swings for the fences, but Coda returns the swing, and the kendo stick practically explodes! The next swing is stuffed by Luthor, who yanks the weapon out of his opponents hand and throws it out of the ring. He turns, shooting out with a wicked superkick, but the Beast of Busan seems to have had the same idea! Both of their heads snapped back, and they stumbled across the ring, leaning against the ropes on opposite sides. Coda looks up, blood coming from a cut on her forehead. Thunder raises his head, and his lips busted, bleeding down onto his chin! The referee, unable to decide, call the third match a draw!
RESULT: DRAW - LUTHER THUNDER RETAINS!
Spazz: Holy fuck dude! Double Superkicks splittin' 'em both open!
Koss: They bled each other in the final bout and the referee can't figure out who bled first! Few have given Luther Thunder that kind of a fight, but Coda certainly brought it hard!!
Spazz: Luther ain't gonna' underestimate that chick again! Bank on that!
Koss: Without further deliberation, we're cutting straight to the main event. Ursula Von Rossbach defends against Samael Asmodeus in a Last One Standing Match!
MAIN EVENT
QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
LAST ONE STANDING DEATHMATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT-
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT-
The match begins with Ursula going all out on Samael, unloading on the Dreadlord of the Dead with incredible vitriol and fury! The entire time, he mocks and laughs at her openly. He catches one of Ursula’s punches, pulling her in for a hard shoulder ram and then gripping her throat and hoisting her up, but Ursula counters, wrapping her legs around his arm and bringing him to the canvas with a cross armbreaker! He hisses loudly as she wrenches at the arm. Fighting through it, Samael rolls over her, looking to use her own famous tactic against her. However, as he does so, she anticipates, hooking her legs together in a perfect way to pull him into a Gogoplata choke! He fights her from a position of poor leverage, trying not to pass out with both of her hands holding him firmly in place while the hard muscle and bone of her calf pressing against his windpipe!
In a move that surprises everyone, he sets his feet, places a hand on her rear while the other grips her top and actually displays incredible strength as the seven foot monster lifts her off of the canvas, gets a running start and brutally slams her into the nearest corner. The two fall in a heap, separated. On his knees, Samael grips his throat, coughing, while Ursula pulls herself up with a small, satisfied smile. She moves in with a swift kick to his jaw, raising him up. Gathering a handful of his hair, she promptly rams his face right into the canvas with a brutal face plant! She gathers him up and hurls him into a corner, then throws herself into his guts shoulder first. Before she can get to work on his torso, however, she finds herself shoved back with a wicked kick to the gut that sends her into a backroll. She gets to her feet but in the mere seconds it took her to get to her feet, she finds herself being violently picked up and slammed into the opposing corner!
There, He promptly works Ursula over with wicked, devastating blows that seem to split skin and draw blood at every opportunity. Suddenly Ursula’s gloved palm slams into his forehead and grips him, only for the Dreadlord to suddenly wail in agony with eyes rolled back in his head. She shoves him back and he staggers, swaying, clutching at his forehead with smoke escaping his fingers. We see Ursula standing in the corner, bloody and battered, holding in her hand a strange amulet with a bizarre rune inscribed on it. She hangs it around her neck.
He drops and rolls out of the ring, finally moving his hands from his face, much of the pain scrubbed away to reveal a rather pale looking man of Scandinavian descent, but on his forehead is a black mark resembling the rune from Ursula’s amulet! He turns as she hits THE GENOCIDE DIVE over the ropes, taking the big man off his feet! She hops to her feet, whipping her hair back out of her face to the wild cheers of the crowd.
She wastes no time, gathering him up and promptly getting a running start, hurling him head first into the ring steps! BOOM says Mr. Skull to Mr. Steel, the steps dislodging on impact. As Ursula closes in, the lights go out. Seconds tick by as the fans let out shrill cries. When the lights come back on, we find Ursula back in the ring with several hooded druids rushing the ring and attacking her in mass. One by one, she bowls them over with wicked rights and lefts, even firing off a GREAT KICK to drop one flat!
One hits her with a cattle prod, dropping her to her knees, but she fits right back up only to take a second jab to the gut. Several then take her arms and legs as the Dreadlord enters the ring.
Samael: EVEN IF YOU BIND PART OF MY POWER, YOU CANNOT WIN AGAINST ME, TERMINATOR! YOU BELONG TO ME NOW!
He rips the amulet from around her neck and tosses it aside. Samael then pulls from his coat a long metal rod which he then slams right into her guts. Dozens of Druids now surround the ring and all hope seems lost when all of a sudden…
#SHOT THROUGH THA’ HEART!!!
Out steps Melinda Rhodes with an aluminum baseball bat, dressed in full ring gear. Her theme plays only for a moment before being interrupted by “START A RIOT” by Hell Yeah hit’s the PA system and out steps the Shield Maidens RIOT GROUP (Bullet, Bandit, Killer Carter, and Hirata Dokueki) along with Coda and Halo! Samael looks on in shock as Ursula starts powering out of her predicament. Melinda brings a microphone to her lips.
Rebel: Ladies….
She points her baseball bat at the ring.
Rebel: SICC THESE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!
And the group flood past Mel, meeting the Druids head on to do battle. The Rebel twirls her baseball bat and moves forward, casually taking one druid after the other out as if cutting a bloody swath to the ring.
Samael: YOU WILL NOT WIN, I AM A GOD!!!
He savagely beats Ursula with the rod as she struggles against the bodies holding her back. Getting too close, however, opens him up for THE BIONIC HEADBUTT, snapping his head back and breaking his nose. For the first time, we see him bleed. Roaring she finally sends the druids rolling away from her.
UVR: You are no God, Samael. God's do not bleed.
Samael moves in with a savage swing of his rod but Ursula catches it in her hands, kicking his gut and ripping it from his hands. Giving it a twirl, she rams it violently into his ribs, followed by a strike to the side of his head, dropping him to one knee. A second blow to the head doubles him over and Ursula drops the weapon. She uses that moment to scoop him up in a double Chicken Wing, walk him to the center of the ring and hit THE VON TERMINATOR!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHRREEE!!! FOUR!!!! FIVE!!!! SIX!!!! SEVEN!!!! EIGHT!!!! NNNIIIINNNNEEE!!!!! TTTTTEEEENNN!!!
As soon as her victory is declared, the remaining Druids fall where they stand to the floor. The Maidens surround the ring. The Rebel enters the ring with the Queen of the South Championship in her hand. Ursula looks as if she were several miles of bad road, bleeding and bruised, yet determined. She gathers up the discarded amulet off of the canvas. She asks for a microphone and receives it. Ursula’s heavy breathing could be heard over the mic as she speaks into it.
UVR: Before this match began, I consulted someone who I know as an expert on the mystical arts and things of an occult nature. This amulet, Samael, robbed you of your unnatural power and made you mortal at my hands. Had I not done this, you would have won.
Melinda looks confused for a moment as the Lady Terminator continues.
UVR: Now I seal you away forever more, never to harm another again. With this final act of destruction, I release you from the bonds of this mortal frame you commandeered and send you back to the hell you come from.
Ursula then proceeds to crush the amulet to dust over him, sprinkling it’s remains upon Samael’s chest. She speaks words that could not be heard over the cheering crowd. Samael’s eyes open as he lets out an ear splitting scream, his back arching off of the canvas. A loud whistle and thundercrack sounds as the entire ring is plunged into darkness. A circled pentagram in purple shines down upon the ring, illuminating the thrashing body of Samael. He rises off of the canvas a few feet before dropping back down to the canvas, seemingly lifeless.
The lights come back on and Ursula is seen leaning against the ropes, utterly exhausted. Melinda Rhodes presents her the championship.
Rebel: ...and STILL The Queen of the South…. URSULA… VON… RRRRROOOOSSSBBBBAAAAACH!!!!
She then hoists Ursula’s arm up in the air, but oddly enough Ursula did not feel like celebrating, ripping her arm away from Rhodes and exiting the ring as her music plays. The Shield Maidens part for her and she nods to them, then up the aisle and to the stage.
At the top of the key, she stops and slowly raises the championship belt over her head, not looking back over her shoulder and only heading to the backstage area.
Spazz: That was trippy As fuck... what'd we just witness?
Koss: Ursula Von Rossbach cementing her place as THE Apex of SRW competition! She is the Queen of the South and tonight, overcame perhaps the most difficult challenge of her entire run so far.
Spazz: Guess this means it's finally over! The Covenant are no more!
Koss: Indeed, but what comes next? Tune in next week for Fury Road and see for yourself! Thank you for watching and good night!
In a move that surprises everyone, he sets his feet, places a hand on her rear while the other grips her top and actually displays incredible strength as the seven foot monster lifts her off of the canvas, gets a running start and brutally slams her into the nearest corner. The two fall in a heap, separated. On his knees, Samael grips his throat, coughing, while Ursula pulls herself up with a small, satisfied smile. She moves in with a swift kick to his jaw, raising him up. Gathering a handful of his hair, she promptly rams his face right into the canvas with a brutal face plant! She gathers him up and hurls him into a corner, then throws herself into his guts shoulder first. Before she can get to work on his torso, however, she finds herself shoved back with a wicked kick to the gut that sends her into a backroll. She gets to her feet but in the mere seconds it took her to get to her feet, she finds herself being violently picked up and slammed into the opposing corner!
There, He promptly works Ursula over with wicked, devastating blows that seem to split skin and draw blood at every opportunity. Suddenly Ursula’s gloved palm slams into his forehead and grips him, only for the Dreadlord to suddenly wail in agony with eyes rolled back in his head. She shoves him back and he staggers, swaying, clutching at his forehead with smoke escaping his fingers. We see Ursula standing in the corner, bloody and battered, holding in her hand a strange amulet with a bizarre rune inscribed on it. She hangs it around her neck.
He drops and rolls out of the ring, finally moving his hands from his face, much of the pain scrubbed away to reveal a rather pale looking man of Scandinavian descent, but on his forehead is a black mark resembling the rune from Ursula’s amulet! He turns as she hits THE GENOCIDE DIVE over the ropes, taking the big man off his feet! She hops to her feet, whipping her hair back out of her face to the wild cheers of the crowd.
She wastes no time, gathering him up and promptly getting a running start, hurling him head first into the ring steps! BOOM says Mr. Skull to Mr. Steel, the steps dislodging on impact. As Ursula closes in, the lights go out. Seconds tick by as the fans let out shrill cries. When the lights come back on, we find Ursula back in the ring with several hooded druids rushing the ring and attacking her in mass. One by one, she bowls them over with wicked rights and lefts, even firing off a GREAT KICK to drop one flat!
One hits her with a cattle prod, dropping her to her knees, but she fits right back up only to take a second jab to the gut. Several then take her arms and legs as the Dreadlord enters the ring.
Samael: EVEN IF YOU BIND PART OF MY POWER, YOU CANNOT WIN AGAINST ME, TERMINATOR! YOU BELONG TO ME NOW!
He rips the amulet from around her neck and tosses it aside. Samael then pulls from his coat a long metal rod which he then slams right into her guts. Dozens of Druids now surround the ring and all hope seems lost when all of a sudden…
#SHOT THROUGH THA’ HEART!!!
Out steps Melinda Rhodes with an aluminum baseball bat, dressed in full ring gear. Her theme plays only for a moment before being interrupted by “START A RIOT” by Hell Yeah hit’s the PA system and out steps the Shield Maidens RIOT GROUP (Bullet, Bandit, Killer Carter, and Hirata Dokueki) along with Coda and Halo! Samael looks on in shock as Ursula starts powering out of her predicament. Melinda brings a microphone to her lips.
Rebel: Ladies….
She points her baseball bat at the ring.
Rebel: SICC THESE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!
And the group flood past Mel, meeting the Druids head on to do battle. The Rebel twirls her baseball bat and moves forward, casually taking one druid after the other out as if cutting a bloody swath to the ring.
Samael: YOU WILL NOT WIN, I AM A GOD!!!
He savagely beats Ursula with the rod as she struggles against the bodies holding her back. Getting too close, however, opens him up for THE BIONIC HEADBUTT, snapping his head back and breaking his nose. For the first time, we see him bleed. Roaring she finally sends the druids rolling away from her.
UVR: You are no God, Samael. God's do not bleed.
Samael moves in with a savage swing of his rod but Ursula catches it in her hands, kicking his gut and ripping it from his hands. Giving it a twirl, she rams it violently into his ribs, followed by a strike to the side of his head, dropping him to one knee. A second blow to the head doubles him over and Ursula drops the weapon. She uses that moment to scoop him up in a double Chicken Wing, walk him to the center of the ring and hit THE VON TERMINATOR!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHRREEE!!! FOUR!!!! FIVE!!!! SIX!!!! SEVEN!!!! EIGHT!!!! NNNIIIINNNNEEE!!!!! TTTTTEEEENNN!!!
As soon as her victory is declared, the remaining Druids fall where they stand to the floor. The Maidens surround the ring. The Rebel enters the ring with the Queen of the South Championship in her hand. Ursula looks as if she were several miles of bad road, bleeding and bruised, yet determined. She gathers up the discarded amulet off of the canvas. She asks for a microphone and receives it. Ursula’s heavy breathing could be heard over the mic as she speaks into it.
UVR: Before this match began, I consulted someone who I know as an expert on the mystical arts and things of an occult nature. This amulet, Samael, robbed you of your unnatural power and made you mortal at my hands. Had I not done this, you would have won.
Melinda looks confused for a moment as the Lady Terminator continues.
UVR: Now I seal you away forever more, never to harm another again. With this final act of destruction, I release you from the bonds of this mortal frame you commandeered and send you back to the hell you come from.
Ursula then proceeds to crush the amulet to dust over him, sprinkling it’s remains upon Samael’s chest. She speaks words that could not be heard over the cheering crowd. Samael’s eyes open as he lets out an ear splitting scream, his back arching off of the canvas. A loud whistle and thundercrack sounds as the entire ring is plunged into darkness. A circled pentagram in purple shines down upon the ring, illuminating the thrashing body of Samael. He rises off of the canvas a few feet before dropping back down to the canvas, seemingly lifeless.
The lights come back on and Ursula is seen leaning against the ropes, utterly exhausted. Melinda Rhodes presents her the championship.
Rebel: ...and STILL The Queen of the South…. URSULA… VON… RRRRROOOOSSSBBBBAAAAACH!!!!
She then hoists Ursula’s arm up in the air, but oddly enough Ursula did not feel like celebrating, ripping her arm away from Rhodes and exiting the ring as her music plays. The Shield Maidens part for her and she nods to them, then up the aisle and to the stage.
At the top of the key, she stops and slowly raises the championship belt over her head, not looking back over her shoulder and only heading to the backstage area.
Spazz: That was trippy As fuck... what'd we just witness?
Koss: Ursula Von Rossbach cementing her place as THE Apex of SRW competition! She is the Queen of the South and tonight, overcame perhaps the most difficult challenge of her entire run so far.
Spazz: Guess this means it's finally over! The Covenant are no more!
Koss: Indeed, but what comes next? Tune in next week for Fury Road and see for yourself! Thank you for watching and good night!
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CREDITS
-KILLER CARTER-VS-RISA JACKSON-
ALEX
TABLES, LADDERS, AND CHAIRS
-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
RC
-CCM-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
DOKU
SUBMISSION MATCH
NO. 1 CONTENDERSHIP FOR THE ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-BRUISER MAGUIRE-
RC
CASKET TORNADO TAG ELMINATION MATCH
-THE COVENANT-VS-HALO & RIOT SQUAD SMC-
RC
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
CRAZY 8 MATCH
-KATE STEELE (C)-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
DOUBLE KO - KATE STEELE RETAINS
ALEX
SOUTHERN STAR CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
TAG TEAM ULTIMATE X MATCH
-SKILLZ VENDORZ (C)-VS-TWIN SNAKES-
ALEX
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
THREE STAGES OF HELL
-LUTHER THUNDER(C)-VS-CODA-
DRAW - LUTHER THUNDER RETAINS
DOKU
MAIN EVENT
QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
LAST ONE STANDING DEATHMATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT-
RC
-KILLER CARTER-VS-RISA JACKSON-
ALEX
TABLES, LADDERS, AND CHAIRS
-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
RC
-CCM-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
DOKU
SUBMISSION MATCH
NO. 1 CONTENDERSHIP FOR THE ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-BRUISER MAGUIRE-
RC
CASKET TORNADO TAG ELMINATION MATCH
-THE COVENANT-VS-HALO & RIOT SQUAD SMC-
RC
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
CRAZY 8 MATCH
-KATE STEELE (C)-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
DOUBLE KO - KATE STEELE RETAINS
ALEX
SOUTHERN STAR CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
TAG TEAM ULTIMATE X MATCH
-SKILLZ VENDORZ (C)-VS-TWIN SNAKES-
ALEX
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
THREE STAGES OF HELL
-LUTHER THUNDER(C)-VS-CODA-
DRAW - LUTHER THUNDER RETAINS
DOKU
MAIN EVENT
QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
LAST ONE STANDING DEATHMATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-SAMAEL ASMODEUS ISCARIOT-
RC