Post by Hirata Dokueki on Aug 6, 2021 15:56:56 GMT -7
Fury Road REBORN #2
Shieldmaiden's Bar and Clubhouse
New Orleans, LA
08/06/2021
BACKSTAGE
We are at the Shieldmaidens MC Club House in New Orleans, Louisiana there are a bunch of fans and people around cueing up and heading inside when a rather lavish Range Rover with tinted windows pulls up, some journalists turn around with their phones. To catch a glimpse of who is coming in, slowly the window rolls down the man we know merely as CCM peeks out, his eyes hidden behind a dark pair of shades as he crunes out a very different rendition of Tim Hardin’s hit “If I were a carpenter..”
CCM: If I were a carpenter and you were a bellend~
He swings the door open as people start shouting his name, he steps out casually dressed, the towering presence of Winston Millar-Dyson steps up behind him and we see their driver ChaCha heading to park the vehicle.
Applerazzi: CCM, HEY CCM!
The Yorkshire Terror fixes his coat and smirks.
CCM: That’s my name, don’t wear it out! I’m sure you got one of your own.
Applerazzi: Any comment on your match against Becca Maguire at the last Savage Live CCM?
CCM: It bloody hurt, what else would you want me to say? Luckily they already call me Crazy Crazy Millar already because if I was Calculus Calculus Millar I’d be worried about my noggin’ but it isn’t how many times you go down, it’s about how many times you bounce back and lucky for me my dad caught me from the first bounce, didn’t you Dad?
WMD: My boy..while we are young?
CCM: Ohh, you missed that train, seriously though. This right here a bonafide Birtish Wrestling Legend, my dear ol’ dad. Why don’t you ask him anything? Nobody ever tries to pick his brain when he has tons and tons of wisdom to share that little lasses such as you could learn a thing or two or twelve from.
Applerazzi: Mr. WMD How do you feel about your sons chances of bagging a W tonight against Azurine Webbins?
WMD: Assuming he doesn’t completely choke I’d see him do..alright I suppose.
Younger Millar slaps his dad in the chest.
CCM: Do you ever shut up?! Look if you don’thave better questions than that or anything better to do than try throw me off my game? I suggest you slag off, I got a match to deliver on and Becca Maguire, you better keep them peepers peeled on this to see JUST how lucky you got at Savage live because My name is CCM and nobody makes me repeat my mistakes.
He walks off and we see WMD looking around curiously.
WMD: Say, sweetie do you know where them Shieldmaidens are at? I didn’t bring my leather vest but I was looking to make some connections and do look pretty sweet on a Harley even if I say so myself so..
Off camera we hear CCM’s voice.
CCM: Dad! Tell them to slag off! I said we gotta go!
The big man shrugs apologetically.
WMD: Don’t take it personally dear..he just really dislikes Apple, maybe Steve Jobs didn’t invest in his company or something..Shout out to our hostesses though Ride Free Ladies!
He puts up the horn’s by both hands and swagger his way inside as we hear the annoyed Applerazzi scoff.
Applerazzi: the fuck does he know about anything anyway? I mean what has England ever done for anyone?! Oh shit I got a new update..gotta go!
*With that the show moves on*
CCM vs AZURINE VEBBINS
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
CCM kicked out with authority and Azzy popped up, going right for a Penalty Kick. He caught her by that foot, however, and twisted her ankle, taking her to the mat where he wrapped his leg around hers and wrenched in an Ankle Lock. Azzy started dragging herself over to the ropes but CCM used his wiry frame and flexibility to transition from an Ankle Lock over into a Crossface. He added insult to injury, crossing Azzy’s arms around into a Cobra Clutch variation so she couldn’t reach the ropes at all. Azzy looked like she was about to give up before something sparked a second wind in her and she managed to get up onto her knees, then onto her feet, lifting CCM up onto her back. Enough wriggling and writhing allowed her to flip him over her back, in front of her. CCM landed on his feet but Azurine snatched him around the neck and hit a big Half Nelson Plex! CCM hit the mat hard and as he started getting to his feet, Azzy got out onto the apron, calling for him to rise where she then hit a Springboard Double Axe Handle. CCM staggered back, Azzy caught him low around the waist and hit a Northern Lights Suplex for another bridge!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO!
Azzy sat up, a little frustrated and signaled for the real finisher. Da Adorkable Angel made it to her feet and pulled The Yorkshire Terror to his, setting up for the Pearly Gatekeeper. As she went for the execution, however, CCM managed to roll through it by an act of god and rolled up onto his feet. As soon as Azzy sat up, he ran in and drilled her spine with a sharp Penalty Kick of his own. As Azzy reacted, CCM dropped down to lock her up with the BTO! Azzy kicked and writhed to get free but CCM just tightened his hold until she began slapping against his arm to signal the tap out. The referee made CCM break as the bell rang and The Yorkshire Terror gloated around the ring as the fans booed. All that did was prompt him to cup a hand around his ear to goad them on more.
WINNER: CCM BY SUBMISSION AT 22 MINUTES & 36 SECONDS!
BACKSTAGE
We cut backstage to the locker room belonging to the Shieldmaidens where we find all five members involved in tonight’s Bar Room Brawl Main Event. Alex “Bullet” Carbajal is sitting down on a steel chair opposite Jackie “Bandit” Layton as they finish up getting ready while Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire stand beside each other leaning against the wall watching Kara “Killer” Carter pacing back and forth.
Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: ¿Estamos todas listas?
Bandit nods.
Jackie “Bandit” Layton: Ready.
Psycho nods as well.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, ready.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: I was fuckin’ born ready, lass!
Now all eyes are on Killer, who continues pacing back and forth, looking like she’s about to explode with rage.
Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: La silencia speak loud…
Killer stops in her tracks and turns her attention to the rest of her Shieldmaiden sisters.
Kara “Killer” Carter: I’m all for having a brawl with my sisters, but right now?
She shakes her head as she points off camera.
Kara “Killer” Carter: Those painted up freaks attacked and injured Gabs! And not only do I NOT get the chance to get their fucking blood on my hands… but tonight I have to fight the four of you instead of being able to fight anyone of them! It’s fucking bull shit!
Bullet stands and nods to her.
Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: Es la verdad… pero… tonight... is not about them. This is the Prospect’s show… she wanted to show the world what we were made of. We owe it to her and to each other to put them aside for the moment and give this everything we have.
The rest of the Maidens nod in agreement.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Ale’s right, lass. We know it fuckin’ sucks… but they’ll get what’s comin’ to them soon enough coz they fucked with the wron’ people. But ya’ll need to focus on showin’ the world why ya’ll are a former Hardcore Champion and why ya’ll are called Killer tonight! Just like all o’ us in this room are gonna show why we are the fuckin’ Shieldmaidens and why we should never be fucked with!
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Feckin’ right we do this!
Jackie “Bandit” Layton: Hell yes!
Killer strokes her hands through her short blonde hair and lets out an elongated sigh before nodding.
Kara “Killer” Carter: Alright then… fine… I’m ready too.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: That’s the fuckin’ spirit, lass!
Bruiser offers her fist for a fist bump which Killer accepts.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And I say winner buys the fuckin’ first round, aye?
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye!
Jackie “Bandit” Layton: I’m in!
Bullet nods.
Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: I like this idea!
Kara “Killer” Carter: I guess in that case there’s only one more thing left to say then…
The behemoth now glares into the camera.
Kara “Killer” Carter: Hell is empty…
Shieldmaidens: And the Maidens are here!
The five of them then walk off camera and exit their locker room as we cut elsewhere.
RECORDED EARLIER...
JULIET BLACK VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
Juliet Black twirled a pool cue she picked up along her way to the ring, circling a bamboo shinai wielding Christina Zdunich. There is a clash of wood and bamboo as the weapons strike one another, but the heavier pool cue causes the shinai to crack and bow against Juliet’s strength. A hard shove sends Christina staggering back. With a mad laugh, she swings again, cracking wood against bamboo once more. It was as if watching a dramatic fencing match until Juliet disarms Christina with a surprise upward strike, followed by a jab of the butt into her gut. A cross check to the chest sends her falling back. Juliet presses her advantage only to meet the raised and thrusted boot heels of Christina in her gut to put distance between them while giving Mrs. Zdunich enough of a shove to roll herself to a stand.
CHERRY DEVILLE VS SAMANTHA TOLSON
The bell rings, and it's clear by the looks on both competitors faces that the match type they've been put into by GM Hirata Dokueki is a bit out of their respective wheelhouses. Nevertheless, Tolson and Deville lock up, Samantha using her power to get the go behind on Deville before picking her up and bringing her back down, hard, with a belly to back suplex. She spins through, immediately transitioning into a headlock before wrapping her legs around Deville's waist. Cherry struggles, trying to break the hold, but Tolson cranks down, using her considerable strength to try and choke out her opponent. Deville kicks out with both legs, flailing to get out of the early submission attempt, and her foot catches the bottom rope. The referee signals to break the hold, and Tolson obliges almost as soon as he says something. She gets to her feet, backing away as Cherry gets to her own. The two lock up again, and this time it's Cherry who gets the go behind, immediately pulling Tolson down into a back breaker. She scurries after her writhing opponent, and attempts to lock in a sleeper, but Sam blocks with a hand, keeping her forearm from tightening around her throat. Cherry continues to try and lock in the submission, but Tolson rises to her feet, with her opponent still riding piggy back with an arm around her neck. She turns, backing into the corner hard and driving the wind out of her passenger, but Deville holds on. Tolson repeats the attempt to dislodge her opponent, again and again. After the fourth try, she's finally able to get free as Cherry slumps back against the turnbuckle. Sam turns, looking out to the crowd for a moment before delivering "Nihon e no ōdo"! The quick, stiff series of strikes causes Deville to stumble out of the corner before falling to the mat. Sam shoots in, rolling through to get Cherry up into the fireman's carry position as she rises back to her feet before dropping back to earth with a Samoan Drop. She hooks the leg on instinct, but immediately releases the pin, chuckling to herself as she gets back to her feet. Cherry gets to her feet, shakily, and Sam moves in, but Deville springs forward with a burst of energy, unloading a series of European uppercuts into the former World Champion. She stumbles back into the corner, and Cherry charges in, looking for a splash in the corner, but Tolson evades! Cherry clutches her chest as she backs out of the corner, breathless, before Tolson snatches her by the wrist, yanking her in and down to the mat before applying an impressive Kimura Lock! Stuck in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go, Cherry is forced to tap!
WINNER: SAMANTHA TOLSON BY SUBMISSION IN 19 MINUTES & 55 SECONDS!
BACKSTAGE
Samantha Tolson is seen sitting on the apron of the ring in her private gym, sweating profusely. She takes a towel and wipes her face, then her arms, before addressing the camera.
"You know, Cherry Deville, I meant what I said on Twitter a few days ago. I like you. You've got talent. And I realize that there are some who think you have a bit of an advantage in our match."
"I mean, if you take this at face value, they might not be wrong. I wrestle a very physical, smashmouth style, and I'm not the kind to employ a wrist lock except as a means to an end. I suplex people. A lot. I throw chops and kicks, and I have a knee strike that'll rock anyone's world."
"But if you look deeper, if you perform some due diligence...you will find I'm so much more than suplexes."
Samantha again wipes some sweat away, grinning softly.
"While I most certainly studied at the feet of an acknowledged master of suplexes, that was far from the extent of my time under the learning tree."
"I had the basics of our sport drilled into me on a daily basis. No, I may not use a lot of headlocks and things of that nature, but I can damn sure do it if I need to do so."
"This match is gonna be one of those times. I'm gonna have to dig into the bag of tricks and step a bit outside the normal mode of operation to win. And that's exactly what I'll be doing."
"I might not be a Tapp Adams, but I can wrestle the technical game with anyone in this sport and hold my own."
"But before anyone thinks I have no submission skills?"
Samantha smirks as the camera pans to a couple if men beside the ring, shaking out their arms.
"Think again. See you soon, Cherry."
JULIET BLACK VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
Juliet Black twirled a pool cue she picked up along her way to the ring, circling a bamboo shinai wielding Christina Zdunich. There is a clash of wood and bamboo as the weapons strike one another, but the heavier pool cue causes the shinai to crack and bow against Juliet’s strength. A hard shove sends Christina staggering back. With a mad laugh, she swings again, cracking wood against bamboo once more. It was as if watching a dramatic fencing match until Juliet disarms Christina with a surprise upward strike, followed by a jab of the butt into her gut. A cross check to the chest sends her falling back. Juliet presses her advantage only to meet the raised and thrusted boot heels of Christina in her gut to put distance between them while giving Mrs. Zdunich enough of a shove to roll herself to a stand.
She charges at Juliet, who swings with the pool cue. A clever leap to the side sees Christina balance on the top rope and leap off with a hurricanrana. Juliet is pulled off of her feet and hurled to the canvas, her weapon clattering across the canvas. As she rises, a low dropkick meets her head, which is then immediately succeeded by springboard moonsault and pin.
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
TWO...
KICKOUT!
Despite her smaller, less muscular frame, Christina manages to gather Juliet up to her feet and doubled over. With a running start, she hurls her out of the ring and to the floor. Juliet hits the hard wooden planks with a hard that makes the wood creek slightly in protest, wisps of dust still settling in the air from the impact. Juliet rolls onto all fours and pulls herself up on the metal barricade. She snatches a beer from a fan. Christina pulls Juliet from the barricade only to feel the thunderous impact of the bottle against her head, shattering on impact in a spectacular spray of grain alcohol in multiple directions
Christina staggers, bleeding, as Juliet grabs and throws her up the aisle to the staging area. She promptly steals a chair from the time keeper’s area and marches down the aisle behind a rising Christina and smashes the chair across her back. She repeats the impact for good measure, then grips her foe’s hair. Ms. Black pulls Mrs. Zdunich to her feet, tucks the chair beneath her chin and shoves her forward on it to clip her jaw painfully.
Juliet slings Christina over the barricade and follows behind her. Christina strikes back, the LA native initiating a back and forth brawl with her Dublin born opponent. The crowd becomes rowdy and raucous around them, but the Shield Maidens acting as security keep them in line. It is quite the scene of insanity as the two trade blows. A surprise strike sends Christina colliding with the bar, nearly falling to the floor. She pulls herself up. On her feet, she grabs a glass mug of beer resting on the counter and hurls at Juliet. Juliet kicks it out of the air in a spectacular display of reflexes and deadly accuracy, sending it flying into a wall over a patron’s head to shatter.
This distraction proves Juliet’s undoing. When she turns around, she’s met with a bar stool being rammed into her gut and then slammed into her head, laying her out on a round table! Stunned, she is perfect prey for Mrs. Zdunich, who sets up that very same stool, climbs onto it and leaps! Juliet rolls out of the way at the last second, leaving Christina little choice but to hit the table hard enough to break it free from it’s central post, sending a large round table top flipping around to land on top of her on the floor. Juliet throws the table top off of Christina and kicks her multiple times in the ribs. She then kneels down beside her and grabs a handful of her hair. Lifting her up, she tries to shove Christina’s face into the sharp points of the broken table center leg, trying to gouge her face. Mrs. Zdunich fights against her, gripping the post and struggling for many seconds. Her cheek is pierced by one piece of wood before she is able to find the well of strength to ram her head back into Juliet’s nose, promptly breaking it. Juliet stands up, cupping her face and backing away as she painfully sets her nose.
She turns around to find that single table post colliding with her head, sending her flailing to the floor. Christina is on top of her, boring down with all of her weight to try and drive those sharpened points into the chest of Juliet. The former hardcore champion manages to shove the improvised weapon aside, the points breaking upon impact of with the floor. From the grounded position, Juliet kicks Christina in the ribs once again, forcing her back, but not far enough.
Juliet takes her arm and pulls her into her infamous submission hold, The Fade to Black. There, in front of the bar, Christina Zdunich has no other options as she is completely locked into place by a larger and stronger opponent and in an agonizing hold. She is forced to tap out immediately.
WINNER: JULIET BLACK BY SUBMISSION IN 26 MINUTES 00 SECONDS!
WINNER: JULIET BLACK BY SUBMISSION IN 26 MINUTES 00 SECONDS!
CHERRY DEVILLE VS SAMANTHA TOLSON
The bell rings, and it's clear by the looks on both competitors faces that the match type they've been put into by GM Hirata Dokueki is a bit out of their respective wheelhouses. Nevertheless, Tolson and Deville lock up, Samantha using her power to get the go behind on Deville before picking her up and bringing her back down, hard, with a belly to back suplex. She spins through, immediately transitioning into a headlock before wrapping her legs around Deville's waist. Cherry struggles, trying to break the hold, but Tolson cranks down, using her considerable strength to try and choke out her opponent. Deville kicks out with both legs, flailing to get out of the early submission attempt, and her foot catches the bottom rope. The referee signals to break the hold, and Tolson obliges almost as soon as he says something. She gets to her feet, backing away as Cherry gets to her own. The two lock up again, and this time it's Cherry who gets the go behind, immediately pulling Tolson down into a back breaker. She scurries after her writhing opponent, and attempts to lock in a sleeper, but Sam blocks with a hand, keeping her forearm from tightening around her throat. Cherry continues to try and lock in the submission, but Tolson rises to her feet, with her opponent still riding piggy back with an arm around her neck. She turns, backing into the corner hard and driving the wind out of her passenger, but Deville holds on. Tolson repeats the attempt to dislodge her opponent, again and again. After the fourth try, she's finally able to get free as Cherry slumps back against the turnbuckle. Sam turns, looking out to the crowd for a moment before delivering "Nihon e no ōdo"! The quick, stiff series of strikes causes Deville to stumble out of the corner before falling to the mat. Sam shoots in, rolling through to get Cherry up into the fireman's carry position as she rises back to her feet before dropping back to earth with a Samoan Drop. She hooks the leg on instinct, but immediately releases the pin, chuckling to herself as she gets back to her feet. Cherry gets to her feet, shakily, and Sam moves in, but Deville springs forward with a burst of energy, unloading a series of European uppercuts into the former World Champion. She stumbles back into the corner, and Cherry charges in, looking for a splash in the corner, but Tolson evades! Cherry clutches her chest as she backs out of the corner, breathless, before Tolson snatches her by the wrist, yanking her in and down to the mat before applying an impressive Kimura Lock! Stuck in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go, Cherry is forced to tap!
WINNER: SAMANTHA TOLSON BY SUBMISSION IN 19 MINUTES & 55 SECONDS!
BACKSTAGE
We promptly cut to commercial to facilitate repairs.
BACKSTAGE
It was between matches when the crowd turned to finding drinks and confections at the bar. Naturally, it was quite the party as a few hard rock hits played over the speakers linked to an old, Neon lit jukebox. As the music died, one lone patron decided to throw a few quarters into the machine and selected a song that seemed almost serendipitous. The rumble of a solid satin black V-Rod Muscle Harley Davidson is heard rolling into an empty parking space at the end of several Shield Maiden motorcycles. The rider kicks the kickstand down and tips the bike onto it. It is then that “Bad to the Bone” by George Thorogood and the Destroyers plays over the Jukebox and speaker systems.
The rider removes her helmet, hanging it upon the handlebars. She then slides off of the bike and drapes upon her right shoulder the Queen of the South Championship. Dressed in biker leather from neck to toe, Ursula Von Rossbach enters the Shieldmaiden’s Club house. The patrons give her a wide berth as she strolls through the large room. With her punk haircut, imposing frame, and the scowl bore upon her face, she fit right in with the rough looking crowd of bikers.
Upon her arrival at the ringside area, she climbs the steps and enters the ring. Casually she strolls to the edge of the ropes, leaning over for a microphone. One is presented to her and she immediately gets to work as the music is reduced in volume.
UVR: Good evening, Patrons and Maidens alike. You know who I am and why I am here. Through trickery, deception, and a modicum of cunning combined with unnatural affinity, I, Ursula Von Rossbach, was brought low by a challenger the likes of which I have never faced before… Samael Asmodeus Iscariot.
There are boos and even death threats shouted at the mention of the Covenant Leader’s name.
UVR: They have wreaked a path of devastation all in the name of getting this championship I hold right here. As you all jeer and mock his name, I am equal in the blame for all that has occurred. It was not fear that stopped me from offering this championship up to his challenge…
She peels the belt from her shoulder, staring down upon it for several seconds before holding it up to the crowd.
UVR: Pride had me deny the challenge of a deranged madman who is hell bent on destroying any and all who dare stand in the path of what he wants. I could have spared us so much misery if I did not allow my pride to drag things as far as they have come. He clearly has gained what he wants regardless of my wishes, making every sacrificed body to the fire that my vanity burned a moot point.
The Wolfpack…
Wildside…
Dean Rose…
Cosmo…
Brittany Williams...
Gabi Carbajal….
Ursula lowers the belt to her side, head lowered as the crowd reacts poorly to the last name in particular being spoken.
UVR: I did not commit the acts, but I am complicit by proxy. That having been said, however.
First her eyes find the camera from beneath the ridge of her brow, then her head slowly lifts, tilting towards it with a withering glare.
UVR: Samael, you have made a fatal mistake in pushing things as far as you have. Lives have been ruined and careers shortened by your efforts, but do you realize that until now that the only thing I have had to fight for in this god forsaken company has been this bit of gold and leather I hold in my hand?
She steps back to the center of the ring, staring up at the ceiling.
UVR: You have given me a reason to fight for something more than my pride or vanity or the sake of competitive accomplishment. I fight for the blood spilled in my name, blood on yours and the Covenant’s hands, Samael. Our battle shall be, LAST ONE STANDING DEATHMATCH. There will be no disqualifications, no rules, no time limits, nothing to stop the match but the loss of blood and potential life. BRING ME YOUR ARMIES OF DARKNESS, DREADLORD! You may be a King of the Damned, but I am the Queen of your Fate.
Ursula hoists the belt out before her once more when the lights flicker in the Shieldmaiden’s Clubhouse. Dark, raspy chuckles fill the air of the Clubhouse as every screen in the building, including the one hanging over the staging area at the very back of the bar, is filled with the corpse painted face of Samael.
Samael: Your ignorance pleases me, Lady Terminator. You are a broken machine, glitched and faulty. You defy your purpose and embrace it all at the same time. Fight me, proud warrior and learn only the lesson of futility. You have reversed the roles for it is you who are damned and I am the harbinger of your fate, set in stone from the day you were born until the day you die.
He chuckles sinisterly, evil intentions burning deep within his intense, bloodshot eyes.
UVR: Is that so?
Samael: Each of my children all thought as you had, that they could stop me. In the end, they became mine, content and happy to have a purpose. From the moment we arrived, you were destined to become one with us… We will help you find your glorious purpose and help you embrace your true self, relieving you of the burden of fighting not just the world around you, but the fight within yourself.
Ursula glares at the nearest screen, head tilted forward.
UVR: There is no conflict.
Samael scoffs mockingly.
Samael: We both know that isn’t true, but continue the lie you tell yourself each time you look in the mirror.
Her head lifts back, regarding the dark, chuckling face on the screen staring back at her as the crowd jeers him.
UVR: We all struggle with our darker natures. Many are weak enough to fall to their vices and use them to excuse their poor choices and behaviors, few are strong enough to overcome them. In your “dark power” you must realize that to have attained it, you also were required to fail yourself along the way. You believe I would be more by becoming weak like you? Ha….
The Dreadlord stares back at her, his smile fading away as a harder to read mask of unnatural calm washes over his face.
UVR: If you were even a quarter as strong as you believe, you would have come to me yourself and earned your right to this title without any pretense or assistance, both of which you needed in order to gain this shot at me.
There is a huge cheer from the crowd as Ursula scores a clear hit on the dark lord glaring back at her now.
Samael: The same could be said of you in return, child. Your weakness led to all of this!
Ursula interrupts him with a harsh bark of an order.
UVR: SILENCE. You earned nothing and therefore were unworthy of my title. Instead of facing me as a warrior and winning that right, you chose coercion, trickery, or acts of violence upon others, and even an interesting twist on good old fashioned cheating to get what you want. So do be silent with your claims of power and greatness. There is nothing you have that I want. EVER.
Glowering back at the now silent Samael, she hurls one last barb at him.
UVR: This is an illusion you perpetrate: A cruel and elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear in those around them in an attempt to gain power.
One by one, suddenly the screens across the bar crack, spark, and explode, sending multiple people diving for cover at the bar. The only one left standing is the hanging tron by the staging area. Ursula is not even phased, staring back with contempt at the visage of Samael.
Samael: Foolish child, I will have your gold and your undying servitude by the end of Fatal Friday. You belong to me now...
UVR: I BELONG TO NOBODY!
There is a loud flash outside as the whistling crack of lightning striking a tree sounds out with a deafening effect. Upon the clapping rumble of thunder close by, the screen goes dark and every light in the building explodes simultaneously, sending everyone ducking for cover, some with panicked cries and others cursing at great length The building completely blacks out as power is instantly killed. Ursula stands in total darkness. She speaks softly, the cameras still somehow.
UVR: Oblivion awaits….
We promptly cut to commercial to facilitate repairs.
BACKSTAGE
We are backstage at the world renown Shieldmaiden’s MC Club House in New Orleans, Louisiana for Fury Road Reborn’s 2nd episode and the Ultimate Conquest Champion Luther Thunder shows up with his lovely wife Esme in tow. Both wearing leather jackets, Fury Road t-shirts and jeans and leather boots, looking like they almost would fit in to any clubhouse in the country.
Esme: Good evening NAWR-LEANS! I am Esme Thunder, wife and manager of the most dominant Ultimate Conquest Champion in SRW history, Luther Thunder, and while we were not advertized to appear here tonight, we would never miss the chance to come out to such an amazing city and talk to our people! Now tonight’s show is stellar from top to bottom, but let’s not forget that Fatal Friday is happening a week from now, Friday 13th August. Huh... sounds like kind of a bad omen, doesn’t it? Luckily, Luther Thunder doesn’t deal in the ghosties and the ghoulies, or any of that kinda hocus pocus dumpster trash, so we’re focused on what is truly important, his match against CODA, championship on the line... and as impressive as she may be as a competitor... her beating CCM was barely a warm up. This is the real deal, and if CODA thinks she’s going to waltz into that arena on Friday 13th, and win the title, she’s more delusional than a dumb bitch who thinks she can get away from Jason Vorhees by running into a dark forest.
Luther smirks pulling Esme in close she strokes up his championship shining it up with her sleeve as he speaks up.
Luther: Coda, I like you..well I don’t have a reason to hate you at least, but the fact is that there’s been a lot of people coming at me for this championship, all shapes and sizes and only one of them ever managed to sneak by with a win, which lead to a very short-lived reign. I would encourage you not to take too much from the playbook of those who came before you, because almost without fail all of them seem to have wanted to target me personally, either directly or through my wife. You seem like a smart cookie, someone who can rely on your own ability and skills We are set to meet at a match which will not be a cakewalk by any stretch. Three Stages of Hell says it all doesn’t it? Are you ready to go to Hell and back for the Ultimate Conquest Championship Coda, because what Juliet Black put me through in our series of matches, which I still survived as the champion by the way if anyone forgot. I don’t think three stages of hell could offer me more pain, blood and torture that I already went through for this championship. I am the Ultimate Conquest Championship. I beat Jerry Watts in the unification match to create this thing and since then, I have taken on all comers, without prejudice or any hidden agenda or aggression..unless they gave me a reason for it. Be smarter than them Coda, don’t give me a reason to hate you, don’t make this personal between us because then the “hell” will not end in three stages it will last a whole lot longer and even if you would leave Fatal Friday as a champion, I am not the one you want at your heels, breathing down your neck, because if I have nothing to lose and everything to gain..Hell won’t even begin to describe what i am capable of, a friendly warning among us respectable competitors.
Esme’s previously smiling demeanour takes a rather more sinister tone.
Esme: So good luck next Friday, CODA. You will need it, not that my husband EVER needs luck. I am quite sure Friday 13th will give you... all the luck you deserve.
On that note, we head back to ringside.
BACKSTAGE
As Fury Road continues, a video shows on the stage’s screen. It opens on the sight of two white boots with chunky soles and gold-colored trim, the feminine feet they belong to pointed inward slightly. The quick rotation of the camera around the center axis shows the buckles at the back keeping the kickpads in position. White kneepads go over white socks, her knees timidly touching. After that, her thigh’s porcelain skin is exposed for quite possibly the first time on television until her pleated skirt becomes visible. Plaided black with gilded trim, it’s designed to look like a Roman gladiator’s pteruges with strips of multiple layers of fabric over a pair of tight-fitting shorts.
Zoomed out, we see it’s a plaid masked Coda securing one of her buckled gauntlet grappling gloves with small decorative metal plates on the back and along the knuckles. That, too, matches the same aesthetic. To complete the brand new gear’s look, the Pint-Sized Kaiju wears a sports bra that shows midriff for the first time as well. It’s obvious she’s fit, her toned abs well-defined for her small frame. Over that is a white entrance blazer with thick black lines around the notched collar with small, lightweight white pauldrons on the shoulders. Instead of around her neck, a plaided black tie is wrapped tightly around the left bicep of the bright jacket.
Coda: I will not mince words. Between the Covenant still allowed to hunt down and maim those I consider allies and Fatal Friday’s Three Stages Of Hell match for Luther Thunder’s Ultimate Conquest Championship coming up next week, tonight’s bout with Halo seems trite.
She lowers her head and brushes her brown hair out of her sparkling eyes, the sound of talking just outside her private rented-out locker room audible. Coda puts her hands over her ears, gritting her teeth for just a few seconds.
Coda: The prize at the end of it all is a mystery, yet we must show up to this house show with as much enthusiasm as Savage Live?
She pauses to think, her attention moving towards the door with a frustrated bite.
Coda: So be it! Much like at the Pay-Per-View, I must be ready for anything with a champion’s spirit. I will vanquish all combatants put in front of me, be them friend or foe. Whether the treasure at the end of it all be a pittance or a boon, we will fight ‘til the tournament wills it!!
Crowd: WE WILL FIGHT!!!! WE WILL FIGHT!!! WE WILL FIGHT!!!
Finally, Coda lowers her face mask to hang around her neck and smiles gently to the camera before her cute face returns to cool stoicism.
Coda: Halo is a strong adversary capable of winning it all in my stead. She deserves your love and admiration, as do CCM and Azurine Vebbins, for that matter. Even so, I will strive to become the best fighter I can be, even when the reward is uncertain. That is what a champion would do, yes?
As Coda starts to walk off, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal enters the room and walks up to her.
Bullet: When your match ends, there will be two of our prospects ready to walk you upstairs to “the Church Room.” It’s what we use for our club meetings and votes. No one is allowed in there unless one of those is happening. It is the quietest and most private room of the compound. The prospects have been told that once the door is closed to allow you all the time you need for your post-match cooldown. No one will bother you in there.
The Pint-Sized Kaiju looks at the Shieldmaiden sister with curiosity while the show moves on.
HALO VS CODA
The bell rings, and the two competitors quickly shake hands before they begin to circle. Coda steps in, and Halo follows suit, and what happens next is poetry as a variety of strikes are thrown, each evaded or countered by the other competitor. The crowd is really getting behind it as the two women do something akin to a dance in the middle of a battlefield before Halo takes flight with a springboard crossbody. She catches Coda full on, but the Beast of Busan rolls through to her feet, holding Halo in her arms before bringing her down across her knee in a painful backbreaker! She cries out as she hits the mat, but Coda pulls her up to her feet, delivering a series of stiff, Strong Style forearms to back her opponent into the corner. Coda goes for a shoulder block in the corner, but Halo slips out, causing the Beast to drive her own shoulder into the ring post. Halo looks to capitalize as Coda backs out of the corner, springboarding off the middle rope this time to deliver a big tornado DDT! She attemtps a cover but Coda kicks out at a very early two, so Halo gets to her feet and backs away as the Pint Sized Kanji rises to her feet.
What happens next is a series of traded blows, each one larger than the last. Coda looks to capitalize with the Sonata Knee, but Halo manages to evade in just the knick of time. Halo shoots in, looking for Black 13, but this time it's Coda who slips the blow. Each shot fired gets bigger than the last until they've met back in the middle of the ring. Halo throws a forearm. Coda returns one. Back and forth the shots go, and it's clear due to her Strong Style training that Coda has the upper hand! Soon she's the only one throwing shots, and Halo finally stumbles backward, but Coda snatches her wrist, whipping her into the corner before following up with the Symphonic Elbow! Halo crumples to the mat, and Coda looks ready to shoot in for the cover before...
"Human" hits the speakers, and Luther Thunder's video package hits the 'tron! Coda turns, facing the ramp, watching at her sides just in case her future opponent should come from the sides. The crowd holds bated breath before it's apparent this is a distraction attempt by her underhanded opponent! Coda turns back to her match, only to be BLASTED by a full speed Black 13 by Halo! As the referee counts three, Luther and Esme can be seen standing on the stage, the champion holding his title high as Coda sits up, shaking her head in anger and disbelief, screaming at the two as they exit the stage!
WINNER: HALO BY PINFALL AT 17 MINUTES & 8 SECONDS!
What happens next is a series of traded blows, each one larger than the last. Coda looks to capitalize with the Sonata Knee, but Halo manages to evade in just the knick of time. Halo shoots in, looking for Black 13, but this time it's Coda who slips the blow. Each shot fired gets bigger than the last until they've met back in the middle of the ring. Halo throws a forearm. Coda returns one. Back and forth the shots go, and it's clear due to her Strong Style training that Coda has the upper hand! Soon she's the only one throwing shots, and Halo finally stumbles backward, but Coda snatches her wrist, whipping her into the corner before following up with the Symphonic Elbow! Halo crumples to the mat, and Coda looks ready to shoot in for the cover before...
"Human" hits the speakers, and Luther Thunder's video package hits the 'tron! Coda turns, facing the ramp, watching at her sides just in case her future opponent should come from the sides. The crowd holds bated breath before it's apparent this is a distraction attempt by her underhanded opponent! Coda turns back to her match, only to be BLASTED by a full speed Black 13 by Halo! As the referee counts three, Luther and Esme can be seen standing on the stage, the champion holding his title high as Coda sits up, shaking her head in anger and disbelief, screaming at the two as they exit the stage!
WINNER: HALO BY PINFALL AT 17 MINUTES & 8 SECONDS!
RINGSIDE
We are the world renown and legendary SHIELDMAIDEN MC’S Club House in New Orleans, Louisiana and Tracy Dixon is in the ring. With a microphone, she seems rather shook up.
We are the world renown and legendary SHIELDMAIDEN MC’S Club House in New Orleans, Louisiana and Tracy Dixon is in the ring. With a microphone, she seems rather shook up.
TRACY DIXON: Hello New Orleans! There any SHIELDMAIDEN OGs in the house?!
We hear a delighted reaction from the crowd and she puts on a brave smile.
TRACY DIXON: I wish I could say it feels great to be here amongst ya’ll but folks I gotta be honest with everyone and tell you that what I feel is pretty fuckin’ far from “okay” because of what has happened lately..my dear friend and partner Wendy House..
We hear a cheer from the crowd as Tracy seems choked up.
TRACY DIXON: ..will not be here with us tonight.
She gulps down a bit, seemingly holding back tears.
TRACY DIXON: My friend Wendy was supposed to face Veronica Taylor on SAVAGE LIVE on July 30th and as you all know, that match was cancelled, as we all know. She did not show up for that match and that is why the match did not happen. I can’t lie to you or anyone else. I just want you all to know that the Wendy House I know would never do such a thing to hurt the fans, she loves all of you and as far as the match with Veronica Taylor goes I am sure--
Savage (Remix)" by Megan Thee Stallion feat. Beyonce hits over the loudspeakers as the fans boo loudly, at the theme music of the Pretty Committee as out from the back steps the diabolical pair of Mean Girls. Bianca Davis, and Veronica Taylor are dressed in matching pink t-shirts that have a milk carton with a paperbagged Wendy House with her being missing. Along, with matching black mini skirts, and high heel boots. The fans really boo them as they have a pair of microphones in their hands, as they say in a bitchy tone as they motion for the music to be cut.
PRETTY COMMITTEE: Blah….Blah…..Blah...Blah
The Pretty Committee pauses for a just second soaking in the boos, before speaking.
PRETTY COMMITTEE: Blahhhhh!
The fans boo the final one even louder as the catty divas laugh to themselves as Veronica, helped up the microphone to her lips as she began to speak.
VERONICA TAYLOR: OMG Bianca look its Whalcy Dixon making excuses for her hideous little friend. I mean at least a thank you would of been sufficient for all the free make up the bitch got. I mean you know how expensive it is to have all of that stuff custom made, and we did it all for her.
They share a loud evil catty laugh as the fans boo loudly as Bianca takes her turn on the microphone.
BIANCA DAVIS: Just like she made excuses after I beat her yet again! Whalcy the excuse maker a fitting name no? Waah someone slipped a wrench in my own oh boo hoo cry some more.
Bianca memes a crying motion at her.
BIANCA DAVIS: I mean we would of witnessed Veronica Taylor beating Ugwendy al over giving her yet another free amazing makeover. But I don’t blame her for being scared. I mean Veronica here is a former champion in her own right, she has made examples of many hashtag basics who have thought they could beat her. But question is where does that leave House of Dix.
Bianca, and Veronica continue their way to the ring, as the fans boos get louder as they give them a talk to the hand motion. As the find a hapless stage hand and order them to lower the ropes for them as they do The Pretty Committee enter the ring.
Tracy looks at the two women heading their way towards the ropes, she had stood there all this time biting her lip just to hold back anger.
TRACY DIXON: You two must see I didn’t come here dressed to compete, I didn’t bring my gear but seeing as you two bitches chose to show up wearing those ugly ass dime store diy shirts of yours to mock someone who isn’t here to defend herself. I have a half a mind to rip them to shreds and stuff them down your throats so you skinny siamese shitstains would get something around those bones of yours besides skin!
PC stops in shock gawking at Tracy’s assumed rudeness to criticize them, Bianca shaking her head as Veronica motions wide around the waste making it no mystery to anyone watching that they assume Tracy having enough around her waist for all three of them but Dixon stomps around in the ring.
TRACY DIXON: You know what?! I can’t speak of House Of Dix because I don’t make decisions like that on my own, but since you two insisted on rearing your ugly heads while I am here on my own, just being honest to these people. I suppose I can lay down a beating on you and we’ll see if your faces end up on a milk carton or the coroner’s office. I’ll take on either of you..fuck, I’ll take on both of you, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW This is the home of the Shieldmaidens and not some skanky ass bitches!
She tosses the microphone to the canvas and gestures at the two ladies to join her in the ring challenging them to step on up.
Bianca, and Veronica take the time to whisper something to themselves before nodding, as Bianca holds up the microphone.
BIANCA DAVIS: You know what Whalcy? You really have made a big mistake ugly, and stupid a terriable combonation.
With that Veronica chop blocks behind the knee after the distraction of Bianca, who joins in as the two of them put boots down on the larger woman. As the fans boo loudly at the duo, they keep up the pressure as Tracy works to fight them off using her size. Throwing them off until Veronica finds her perfume and sprays it right in the eyes of Tracy blinding her, as the fans boo at this loudly. Feeling themselves, Bianca, and Veronica keep stomping down on the blinded Tracy as they motion for her to get up.
PRETTY COMMITTEE: Come on Whalcy whats the matter?
They let Tracy get up to her base, before hitting the Prettyfyer double team curbstomp on her. As they smirk proudly at their actions posing for the booing fans, before giving them a talk to the hand motion and dismissing them. As they look like they are grabbing the make up looking to humiliate the downed woman as Veronica, and Bianca kneel down next to her smirking as the fans boo… a familiar face with blue hair pokes her head out from under the ring. The woman slides out, baseball bat in hand and catches the Committee off guard, blindsiding Taylor with the bat before they’re even aware she’s in the ring. Davis tries to attack her, but the armed woman bunts her away, before going for a full Goro Majima-esque windup and cracking the bat into Davis’ skull! Taylor quickly recovers, grabbing the hurt Davis and pulling her to the outside, helping her friend up the ramp as House puts a hand on Dixon’s shoulder, to make sure she’s okay, before pointing her bat at the pair.
WENDY HOUSE(?): You two like to bully children, huh? Well all children should have a responsible guardian. I am that guardian, but I kinda ain’t responsible, especially for what I’m gonna do to you pair of circus clowns!
Taylor, who took rather less of the bat before, shouts back at her assailant, calling her a lunatic.
KARA HARRINGTON: Wendy House is NOT here tonight. But I would like to introduce you all to her adult, grown up version... ME, Kara Harrington! Pretty Committee, myself Tracy and this bat will be seeing you all again... DAMN SOON!
The crowd cheers Harrington as Tracy gives her a squeeze. Taylor looks ready to murder Kara, but with the bat still in play, thinks better of it.
MAIN EVENT
BAR ROOM BRAWL w/ Hirata Dokueki as Guest Referee
Bullet vs Bandit vs Psycho vs Killer vs Bruiser
Bruiser breaks it up.The bell sounds and the Fury Road GM and Shieldmaiden Prospect Dokueki steps to the center of the ring as the special guest referee. She motions for the five Shieldmaiden participants, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Kara “Killer” Carter, to join her. The five of them do so and Dokueki gives them some final instructions before stepping out of the way. The fight begins with all five wading in simultaneously. Killer tosses Bandit bodily towards a corner and then uses Psycho like a human baseball bat. Bruiser and Bullet both go flying from the impact of Psycho against them and then Killer throws Psycho into the same corner as Bandit so the two smallest crash into each other at high speed. Psycho staggers out of the corner and Killer catches her for the Jackhammer.
Bullet starts to move into position as Bruiser grabs Killer by her ankles. Bruiser catapults Killer up and Bullet drills a big forearm smash, completing Vote With A Bullet. Killer goes down and Bandit comes off the top for the Snowbird Splash.
Bruiser breaks it up.
Bullet gets Bruiser to a corner and starts Sweating Bullets. Psycho jumps up and stops it and she and Bruiser spin Bullet and start giving her alternating chops. Killer shoves Bandit into Dokueki and runs into the corner, crushing all three of her compatriots with a big avalanche. Bandit comes running over and rolls Killer up from behind.
Killer kicks out.
She shoves Dokueki out of the way to go after Bandit. Dokueki pushes back and Killer spins just in time for Psycho to jump into a knee strike. Killer staggers back and Bandit rolls her up again.
Psycho breaks it up.
Killer shoves Psycho out of the way and then throws Bandit clean out of the ring in a fit of anger. Bruiser comes out of the corner and the two physically biggest competitors in the match begin trading punches, Killer, Bruiser, Killer, Bruiser, Killer, Bruiser, Killer, Bruiser, Killer, Bruiser, Killer, Bruiser, Killer, Bruiser, Killer, Bruiser. Killer tosses Bruiser into the ropes and then clotheslines her over. All but shaking with rage, she steps back and bumps into Dokueki. As she almost hist Dokueki, Dokueki warns her and Killer backs away, still seemingly consumed by her anger. Killer turns and walks into Gealtachta from Psycho. As the big woman crashes to the mat, Psycho steps back and Bullet grabs her, pulls the ripcord and hits Dios Es Una Bala. Psycho is propelled to the ropes and lands on the apron. Bullet covers Killer.
1!
2!!
3!!!
WINNER: BULLET BY PINFALL AT 29 MINUTES & 37 SECONDS!