Post by Hirata Dokueki on Aug 21, 2021 10:36:57 GMT -7
Fury Road REBORN #3
UNKNOWN ARENA
Atlanta, GA
08/20/2021
BACKSTAGE
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are taken to the backstage area where we are able to see the one and only Crystal Zdunich. Crystal smiles as her red hair cascades down her back. She looks right into the camera as she takes a deep breath and begins to speak.
Crystal: There is so much on my mind right now. I know it feels like forever since I have managed to pick up a win in SRW. I feel like a woman who is without anything and it’s making me question on where should I turn from here…
Crystal shrugs her shoulders as she continues to speak.
Crystal: For example my wife and sister in law were taken out of the equation. My daughter was hurt and she is also out of here. Things really haven’t been going that well and now in the main event on this very show I have to be subjected to watching my former husband and my daughter in law facing off against one another?! It honestly sounds like a day in hell and it doesn’t sit that well with me.
Crystal shakes her head before shrugging her shoulders as she speaks some more.
Crystal: I think what personally hurts more than anything is the simple fact that I haven’t managed to win a match in this company in months. I have been relegated to the house shows and truthfully there’s nothing wrong with that. Had I been anybody else it wouldn’t have been an issue.
Crystal waves her fingers.
Crystal: But the fact is I am not anybody else. I am Crystal Zdunich and I know that I have all of the tools in my arsenal to get right back on track. On any given day I know I am the best person in the ring. I might have dropped the ball against Sam Tolson and things didn’t really go all that well against Juliet Black. However if there was ever a time to get the crowd behind me. If there was ever a time to let everybody else know that I am indeed for real. I would say that now is the perfect time and on this show I am going out there to that ring and giving everything I have to prove a point.
Crystal nods her head with a chuckle.
Crystal: Now what exactly is that point?! That in itself is simple. I am here to showcase that I am still one of if not THE best women’s wrestler on the planet today. So of course when push comes to shove I am going to do everything I can to possibly express that I am still the woman that needs to be beaten. I guess that brings me to this week and stepping into the ring I have to deal with that of Faye. To be honest despite Faye being a bigger woman I am not afraid.
Crystal smirks.
Crystal: No… I just know that if anything I am in a position where I need to win at all costs. I need to finally come away with a huge win. I need to finally get out of this slump and be better than everybody else. Faye I hope you are ready because you will deal with the burning rose, and you will get consumed by the flames. FLAME ON!!!!
Crystal: There is so much on my mind right now. I know it feels like forever since I have managed to pick up a win in SRW. I feel like a woman who is without anything and it’s making me question on where should I turn from here…
Crystal shrugs her shoulders as she continues to speak.
Crystal: For example my wife and sister in law were taken out of the equation. My daughter was hurt and she is also out of here. Things really haven’t been going that well and now in the main event on this very show I have to be subjected to watching my former husband and my daughter in law facing off against one another?! It honestly sounds like a day in hell and it doesn’t sit that well with me.
Crystal shakes her head before shrugging her shoulders as she speaks some more.
Crystal: I think what personally hurts more than anything is the simple fact that I haven’t managed to win a match in this company in months. I have been relegated to the house shows and truthfully there’s nothing wrong with that. Had I been anybody else it wouldn’t have been an issue.
Crystal waves her fingers.
Crystal: But the fact is I am not anybody else. I am Crystal Zdunich and I know that I have all of the tools in my arsenal to get right back on track. On any given day I know I am the best person in the ring. I might have dropped the ball against Sam Tolson and things didn’t really go all that well against Juliet Black. However if there was ever a time to get the crowd behind me. If there was ever a time to let everybody else know that I am indeed for real. I would say that now is the perfect time and on this show I am going out there to that ring and giving everything I have to prove a point.
Crystal nods her head with a chuckle.
Crystal: Now what exactly is that point?! That in itself is simple. I am here to showcase that I am still one of if not THE best women’s wrestler on the planet today. So of course when push comes to shove I am going to do everything I can to possibly express that I am still the woman that needs to be beaten. I guess that brings me to this week and stepping into the ring I have to deal with that of Faye. To be honest despite Faye being a bigger woman I am not afraid.
Crystal smirks.
Crystal: No… I just know that if anything I am in a position where I need to win at all costs. I need to finally come away with a huge win. I need to finally get out of this slump and be better than everybody else. Faye I hope you are ready because you will deal with the burning rose, and you will get consumed by the flames. FLAME ON!!!!
CRYSTAL ZDUNICH VS FAYE LANGE
ONE!
TWO!
CHRISTINA KICKS OUT!
Faye drags Christina up and starts to throw her around again. She suplexes the smaller woman three more times and then pulls her up by her hair, rears back and clotheslines her to the mat again. Faye drops a big elbow and then covers.
ONE!
TWO!
CHRISTINA GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Faye slaps the mat in frustration and drags Christina up again. Christina slaps Faye’s hands away and snaps off the Flashing Lights. Faye staggers and Christina runs to the ropes, springboards back into another kick. Faye is further staggered. Christina goes to the corner and jumps up, then springboards into an enziguri. Faye collapses to the mat and Christina covers.
ONE!
TWO!
FAYE KICKS OUT!
Christian runs to the ropes and goes for a quebrada. Faye gets to her feet and catches Christina, snapping her down for a powerslam.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!
CHRISTINA GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Faye shakes her head and then goes to pull Christina up. Christina jumps into a victory roll.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNER: CHRISTINA ZDUNICH BY PINFALL AT 14 MINUTES AND 37 SECONDS!
BACKSTAGE
Samantha Tolson sits on the stool in her locker room, dressed and ready for battle.
"You know Azzy, I've looked forward to this match for years, and I know you have as well. I know I've been on your dream dance list, and you have no idea how much I appreciate that."
"I consider you a friend, so I'll tell you this in advance...I'm sorry."
"We aren't going to sashay, meringue, two-step, or anything tango. What you're going to find is that you're in for one of the most physically demanding matches of your life."
"Because I have every intention of putting you on your back not just once, but twice tonight. I confess that inside the ring, I am a violent, bloodthirsty bitch hellbent on winning, but once that bell rings I'm not stopping until the match is over."
"Said it before and I'll say it again...I will do whatever it takes, within the scope of the rules, to walk out the victor."
"I know this has been a dream of yours...and I wish you all the best. But from bell to bell, this won't be a dream...it may well be a nightmare."
"See you out there."
BACKSTAGE
TABLES MATCH
CHERRY DEVILLE VS JULIET BLACK
BEST OF THREE FALLS
SAMANTHA TOLSON VS AZZURINE VEBBINS
Halo: Y’all… we finally did it….
She looks down, nodding slowly to herself.
Halo: Fatal Friday, Bullet, Bandit and I did our part to send the Covenant reeling and then we backed up Ursula Von Rossbach when they made one last futile attempt at taking down the Terminator.
Still looking down, Halo exhales heavily.
Halo: For Wildside, Taza, Brittany, Maja and everybody else they had taken and bounced right on out of this company and tried to bounce even further.
Nodding slightly, Halo kicks at something on the floor.
Halo: They tried to take out half the roster, they tried to invade every building we go to. They even tried to invade the Shieldmaidens Clubhouse. They tried to intimidate all of us and we all said…
She looks up, glaring forward and pointing violently to the ground.
Halo: This... is where we draw the line! You stop now, here, this far, no further!
She stands up and nods knowingly.
Halo: They brought everything they had, they brought every gun in their arsenal and when the dust settled…
Halo shakes her head, gritting her teeth.
Halo: It wasn’t enough!
She points accusingly.
Halo: We took everything you had and we shoved it right back in your face! You said it was to be your apocalypse and this was your god…. Where is your god now?
The point becomes even more angry.
Halo: The Terminator just proved, if you make a god bleed, you prove he was not what he claimed! She sent your false god back into whatever hole he crawled out of and made him take all of y’all with him!
Her hand sweeps that idea away.
Halo: So now, tonight, we get back to business, y’all. Me and CCM go at it and I heard Mama Chrys makin’ the Scott Pilgrim joke about this because of how many of her exes we done run into. Mister Millar, I’m really not interested in who you do or used to play hide the hamster with. That ain’t got shitn to do with what you can do in that ring and it ain’t gonna help or hinder either one of us. I know you are coming to show the world you’re the fuckin’ man and you know so am I! Pure Rules for a prize to be announced…
She shrugs.
Halo: I’ll be the first to admit, Pure Rules probably don’t favor me much and totally do favor you, but I have made a career out of defying odds like that. I can say in this company alone I took a championship off of FM Young and I took another one off of Ursula Von Rossbach. There ain’t nobody else can say that and I’m not gonna say they were the prettiest or cleanest victories on planet earth, but they happened and I know for a fact nobody expected either to happen! So you and everyone else get ready because when we get in that ring, we’re gonna see if I can’t defy the odds one more time! You and me, Pure Rules…
Halo nods pointedly.
Halo: Let’s do this!
TABLES MATCH
CHERRY DEVILLE VS JULIET BLACK
The bell sounds and Cherry and Juliet start to pound away on each other as the crowd cheers the war on! Juliet starts to win the fight and then goes to the outside looking for the first table. Cherry gives chase and the two start fighting again. Juliet gets the batter of it, and sets a table up there on the floor. Cherry grabs her and bounces her face off the table. Juliet staggers back and Cherry takes a swing at her. Juliet fights abc and eventually gets Cherry punched and wobbly enough to get her on the table. Juliet climbs onto the apron and jumps off for an elbow. Cherry moves and Juliet crashes through the table herself.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Cherry goes looking for another table while Juliet lies on the rubble of the first one. Cherry grabs one and shoves it into the ring. She grabs a second one and shoves it in with the first one. As she sets both of them up, Juliet starts to get to her feet on the floor. Juliet egst in just as Cherry finishes setting up the two tables next to each other.
The two start fighting again. And go all over the place before Cherry is able to sling Juliet hard into the edge of the table. Juliet starts to go down and Cherry gives her a dropkick that bounces her head off the side of the table’s edge. Juliet goes down, dazed from the impact. Cherry gets her up and is able to dump her onto the table. Cherry goes to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Cherry looks out to the crowd and jumps off for a flying elbow drop. Juliet moves at the last minute and Cherry crashes through the table.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Juliet crawls to the corner and starts to pull herself up to her feet, turning so she can use the ropes and turnbuckles to support her weight while she tries to regain her bearings. Juliet looks down and sees Cherry starting to stir. Juliet goes in and the two begin fighting on the mat. They roll out of the debris and continue to hammer away on each other. The two draw blood on each other and keep going as the crowd cheers them on.
“LET’S GO CHER-RY!!!” “JU-LI-ET BLACK!!!!” “LET’S GO CHER-RY!!!” “JU-LI-ET BLACK!!!!” “LET’S GO CHER-RY!!!” “JU-LI-ET BLACK!!!!” “LET’S GO CHER-RY!!!” “JU-LI-ET BLACK!!!!” “LET’S GO CHER-RY!!!” “JU-LI-ET BLACK!!!!” “LET’S GO CHER-RY!!!” “JU-LI-ET BLACK!!!!” “LET’S GO CHER-RY!!!” “JU-LI-ET BLACK!!!!” “LET’S GO CHER-RY!!!” “JU-LI-ET BLACK!!!!” “LET’S GO CHER-RY!!!” “JU-LI-ET BLACK!!!!” “LET’S GO CHER-RY!!!” “JU-LI-ET BLACK!!!!”
Juliet and Cherry fall against the ropes and Juliet knocks Cherry back towards the remaining table. Cherry staggers back and steadies herself with her hand on the surface of the table. Juliet lets out an animalistic roar and charges. Cherry looks up as Juliet rushes her. Cherry side steps, elevates and then turns bringing Juliet down onto the table with the Cherry Bomb. Juliet smashes home and the referee calls for the bell as the crowd loses its mind.
“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!!!”
WINNER: CHERRY DEVILLE AT 19 MINUTES AND 48 SECONDS!
WINNER: CHERRY DEVILLE AT 19 MINUTES AND 48 SECONDS!
BACKSTAGE
We head backstage where everyone’s neighbourhood friendly CCM is standing by. WMD is notable by his abscence. The Yorkshire Terror folds his arms, talking candidly to the camera.
CCM: You know it’s been a short few weeks now since Becca Maguire got the jump on me, and beat my ass within a matter of moments. I ain’t really addressed this particular elephant in the room, so excuse me for a moment. You see, the measure of a man is truly tested in the darkest of moments. So often you see these freak incidents happen, and people... they shy away. They hide in the background, embarrassed, they don’t want to come out. Face the music. Stand up and be counted. And that’s an understandable reaction, because no-one likes to wear their arse as a top hat. Not even me, a man who has stated many times he has no pride; I’m pretty much teflon, but that doesn’t mean shit can’t stick if it’s sticky enough, you feel me? And I could very well have shrunk or shied away, but you know what? That ain’t how I operate.
He unfolds his arms, a grin on his face.
CCM: You people in the arena, watching at home... you may not like me. You may boo me and jeer me and I hope I trip over and fall on my face. No doubt you all got a laugh and a chuckle at my expense that one time. But I picked myself up, wrestling 20 minute classic matches against the likes of Azurine. Going out on Fatal Friday, and showing Kendrick Kross... and all of you that I am no job guy. And for all you nasayers who say I only get by because I bend the rules... I won the matches in this tournament, and at the pay per view, clean as a whistle. Stickler for the rules. I always say rules are there to be broken, but the difference between me and a lot of “bad guys” is I don’t need to break the rules to make your arse tap out. I don’t need to cheat to pin you for a three count. If you’re dumb enough to leave an opening, sure, I’ll take it in a heartbeat. But there seems to have been some assumptions around here that because I’ve sneaked a few dirty wins here and there, that I’m using that to cover the fact that I have the wrestling ability of a teapot.
He chuckles.
CCM: I’m no teapot, and while I may be short, I am not stout. I am fit, lean and athletic. I represent the great British wrestling heritage, and I know holds so painful they’ll make your mother tap out just watching you in them. So if any of you, looked at my “match” with Becca and figured I’m just some undercard job guy... well, I’m sorry to disappoint you. But now we have established that I’m the premier technician on this roster, frequently putting on the best damn matches night after night, let me promise you something. My trajectory from here on out is only going one way, and that’s to the top of the card, the top of this company, and let me give you a guarantee, that there will come a day where you ALL refer to me as “The King Of The South”.
He smirks.
CCM: I am no Paul the Octopus, I do not know when that day will come. But I do know the winner of tonight’s tournament final is set to receive a reward of some kind. CCM vs. HALO... Pure Rules. My favourite stipulation, it’s so quintessentially 1970s and 80s British wrestling, isn’t it? My dear old dad used to wrestle these back in the day, little baby CCM watching World of Sport on ITV as daddy booted some plonker from Portsmouth in the face. And now it all comes full circle, against Halo.
CCM shakes his head, still smiling though.
CCM: Kinda funny isn’t it... a Pure Rules match between two of the biggest scheming dipshits on the roster. You did well to get here, Halo. Coda’s made me wear my arse as a top hat not so long ago, so I know full well you went through a fight to be here... even if you got a little assist from the big Dutch dumbass himself. All these little stories and narratives, weaving and intertwining, it almost seems like everything’s coming together, accelerating towards the inevitable epicenter. In another world, maybe we’d have been mates. Partners. You seem like a good kid. But as I said, back when I was a little CCM watching my big ol’ dad booting guys in the face on World of Sport... I’ve got twin daughters of my own now. They’ll be watching tonight, looking to see their daddy make you... ahem... “Bloody Tap Out”.
He smirks once more.
CCM: Three rope breaks. That’s three strikes you get, three chances to get me to release one of my myriad of holds. I suggest you use them wisely, and sparingly. Because once those rope breaks are gone, I am more than capable of locking in a hold you can’t wriggle out of. And when that moment comes, the choice is pretty clear. Tap...
He makes a snapping motion with his hands.
CCM: ...or Snap. And however amazing this prize is, it ain’t worth a broken limb.
He chuckles.
CCM: I’ll see you out there, kid.
He walks off as we head back to ringside.
BEST OF THREE FALLS
SAMANTHA TOLSON VS AZZURINE VEBBINS
The bell rings, and the two women have a bit of a stare down. Vebbins takes a swing at Tolson, but the veteran ducks, grabbing her opponent and flipping her over into a snap suplex. Rolling up, Azurine keeps trying to attack Samantha, but the wily veteran keeps dodging and weaving, taking advantage to drop various suplexes when possible.
After this pattern continues for a while thought, Vebbins manages to wriggle out of a back suplex attempt, crcking Tolson in the back of the head. She wrenches her head back, causing Tolson to try a flip counter from underneath, only to get caught into a brutal DDT! She covers, but Tolson quickly kicks out at one.
Vebbins quickly drags Tolson up, instantly firing her off of the ropes, she leapfrogs her as she comes back, before hitting a dropkick on the redirect. Vacking off, Vebbins measures Tolson as she gets up, before charging and hitting a jumping clothesline, from which she covers and gets a two. Azurine drags her up, firing her into the corner, but as she goes to take advantage, Samantha grabs her by the throat, twisting around and planting HER in the corner, before giving a little old Ode to Japan by kicking the shit out of her opponent in the corner.
Vebbins is clearly hurt by this, and slumps into the bottom corner. Tolson backs the hell up, and charges, going for a running face wash. Vebbins manages to move her head out of the firing line, and trip Samantha. She drags her up and starts laying into her with punches, before Tolson blocks one, and smacks back, before twisting her around. She slams her chest firdt into the turnbuckle, before lifting her up onto the top tope, and hitting her reverse rana down to the floor, The Victory Drop Omega!
She covers!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER OF FALL ONE: SAMANTHA TOLSON!
The minute between falls is done, and the official recalls for the bell. Tolson looks to press the advantage, but gets smacked with a lone kick from her opponent, who as she flinches and turns, jumps on her back and takes her to the ground. She starts pounding away on her, Tolson covers up and monkey flips her off; the two women getting up. Tolson goes for a takedown, but Vebbins wriggles out the way, flipping behind her and wrenches her head into a sleeper, before jumping and wrapping her legs around her in a body scissor, forcing her down to the mat.
Vebbins cranks away at the hold, and Tolson seems to be fading. In a last desperate attempt, Tolson rips free of her legs and arches back, pinning Vebbins shoulders to the mat. She only gets a two count, but Azurine is forced to release the hold in order to break the count. She instantly tries to reapply it, but Tolson’s elbow smacks her in the jaw, causing her to sprawl away from her. Samantha gets to her feet, firing off a dropkick which Azurine ducks, before grabbing her leg and smashing her knee hard into the canvas. As Tolson tries to realign, Vebbins scoots to the apron, leaping onto the ropes and smashing her with a signature springboard double axe handle attack! She quickly rolls the fallen Tolson over into a bridged pin!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER OF FALL TWO: AZURINE VEBBINS
As the bell rings to start the final fall, Samantha instantly smacks Vebbins around the face. It seems she’s angry about getting caught out as she starts paintbrushing the Adorkable Angel, knocking her down before smashing her head into the canvas repeatedly. She then wrenches her in a headlock, drilling punches into the top of her head as she does so, shouting and showcasing that famous Tolson temper. Vebbins pushes up to her feet, still in the headlock, trying to back Tolson into the ropes, but the God-built Tolson refuses to budge. Somewhat desperate, Vebbins starts firing fists into the well toned abdominables of Samantha, but this just seems to make Tolson madder, and increase the pressure on the headlock. Samantha starts forcing Vebbins down to the mat with power. Vebbins flails around, clearly discombobulated from the extensive head pressure as Tolson grounds her once more. Vebbins manages to pivot up on her tip toes, before somehow kipping into a headstand of sorts, before her body slams down onto Tolson, this whole happening stunning Samantha enough to force a release.
Vebbins seems woozy, unsuprisingly as she spent two plus minutes in a headlock, and Tolson looks to press the advantage, smashing her with a couple more big strikes, and Vebbins crumples to her knees. Tolson signals for the end, yanking her up by the arms, and trapping them ready for the Victory Drop Alpha. As she hoists her up for the finish, however, her arms may be trapped but her legs are not, and Vebbins wraps her legs around Tolson’s throat! The official checks for an illegal choke, but doesn’t get much time, as Vebbins manages to launch backwards, hitting a frankensteiner that smashes Tolson’s head into the canvas!
Vebbins smacks the mat, and the crowd start stamping their feet in time as the Adorkable Angel starts getting to her feet. Tolson staggers up, clearly dazed, and Vebbins takes her down with a running jumping clothesline. As she stands again, Vebbins hits the ropes and drops her again. She runs, hopping onto the middle rope and flipping backwards, drilling her with a Lionsault! She covers!
ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!
Tolson powers her off, stomping to her feet in a rage. She yanks Vebbins, trying to hoist her over in a snap vertical suplex, but she scoots out, dropping behind her, and hitting a dropkick to the back. Tolson falls across the middle rope, throat first, and Vebbins hits the ropes, charging in to hit a Tiger feint kick...
...And she gets caught. As the kick swings around Tolson grabs her roughly in mid air, trapping her legs and yanking her up into the ring. Vebbins flails a bit, but Tolson is too strong, quickly transitioning from a leg trap to an arm trap, before this time hitting the Victory Drop Alpha!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER OF THIRD FALL, AND CONTEST: SAMANTHA TOLSON!
As Tolson sits there, her music playing, the rage and adrenaline seems to gradually subside within her. She looks down at the laid out Vebbins, taking hold of her wrist and raising her arm, before getting up to celebrate her win.
WINNER: SAMANTHA TOLSON TWO FALLS TO ONE IN 29 MINUTES AND 18 SECONDS!
After this pattern continues for a while thought, Vebbins manages to wriggle out of a back suplex attempt, crcking Tolson in the back of the head. She wrenches her head back, causing Tolson to try a flip counter from underneath, only to get caught into a brutal DDT! She covers, but Tolson quickly kicks out at one.
Vebbins quickly drags Tolson up, instantly firing her off of the ropes, she leapfrogs her as she comes back, before hitting a dropkick on the redirect. Vacking off, Vebbins measures Tolson as she gets up, before charging and hitting a jumping clothesline, from which she covers and gets a two. Azurine drags her up, firing her into the corner, but as she goes to take advantage, Samantha grabs her by the throat, twisting around and planting HER in the corner, before giving a little old Ode to Japan by kicking the shit out of her opponent in the corner.
Vebbins is clearly hurt by this, and slumps into the bottom corner. Tolson backs the hell up, and charges, going for a running face wash. Vebbins manages to move her head out of the firing line, and trip Samantha. She drags her up and starts laying into her with punches, before Tolson blocks one, and smacks back, before twisting her around. She slams her chest firdt into the turnbuckle, before lifting her up onto the top tope, and hitting her reverse rana down to the floor, The Victory Drop Omega!
She covers!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER OF FALL ONE: SAMANTHA TOLSON!
The minute between falls is done, and the official recalls for the bell. Tolson looks to press the advantage, but gets smacked with a lone kick from her opponent, who as she flinches and turns, jumps on her back and takes her to the ground. She starts pounding away on her, Tolson covers up and monkey flips her off; the two women getting up. Tolson goes for a takedown, but Vebbins wriggles out the way, flipping behind her and wrenches her head into a sleeper, before jumping and wrapping her legs around her in a body scissor, forcing her down to the mat.
Vebbins cranks away at the hold, and Tolson seems to be fading. In a last desperate attempt, Tolson rips free of her legs and arches back, pinning Vebbins shoulders to the mat. She only gets a two count, but Azurine is forced to release the hold in order to break the count. She instantly tries to reapply it, but Tolson’s elbow smacks her in the jaw, causing her to sprawl away from her. Samantha gets to her feet, firing off a dropkick which Azurine ducks, before grabbing her leg and smashing her knee hard into the canvas. As Tolson tries to realign, Vebbins scoots to the apron, leaping onto the ropes and smashing her with a signature springboard double axe handle attack! She quickly rolls the fallen Tolson over into a bridged pin!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER OF FALL TWO: AZURINE VEBBINS
As the bell rings to start the final fall, Samantha instantly smacks Vebbins around the face. It seems she’s angry about getting caught out as she starts paintbrushing the Adorkable Angel, knocking her down before smashing her head into the canvas repeatedly. She then wrenches her in a headlock, drilling punches into the top of her head as she does so, shouting and showcasing that famous Tolson temper. Vebbins pushes up to her feet, still in the headlock, trying to back Tolson into the ropes, but the God-built Tolson refuses to budge. Somewhat desperate, Vebbins starts firing fists into the well toned abdominables of Samantha, but this just seems to make Tolson madder, and increase the pressure on the headlock. Samantha starts forcing Vebbins down to the mat with power. Vebbins flails around, clearly discombobulated from the extensive head pressure as Tolson grounds her once more. Vebbins manages to pivot up on her tip toes, before somehow kipping into a headstand of sorts, before her body slams down onto Tolson, this whole happening stunning Samantha enough to force a release.
Vebbins seems woozy, unsuprisingly as she spent two plus minutes in a headlock, and Tolson looks to press the advantage, smashing her with a couple more big strikes, and Vebbins crumples to her knees. Tolson signals for the end, yanking her up by the arms, and trapping them ready for the Victory Drop Alpha. As she hoists her up for the finish, however, her arms may be trapped but her legs are not, and Vebbins wraps her legs around Tolson’s throat! The official checks for an illegal choke, but doesn’t get much time, as Vebbins manages to launch backwards, hitting a frankensteiner that smashes Tolson’s head into the canvas!
Vebbins smacks the mat, and the crowd start stamping their feet in time as the Adorkable Angel starts getting to her feet. Tolson staggers up, clearly dazed, and Vebbins takes her down with a running jumping clothesline. As she stands again, Vebbins hits the ropes and drops her again. She runs, hopping onto the middle rope and flipping backwards, drilling her with a Lionsault! She covers!
ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!
Tolson powers her off, stomping to her feet in a rage. She yanks Vebbins, trying to hoist her over in a snap vertical suplex, but she scoots out, dropping behind her, and hitting a dropkick to the back. Tolson falls across the middle rope, throat first, and Vebbins hits the ropes, charging in to hit a Tiger feint kick...
...And she gets caught. As the kick swings around Tolson grabs her roughly in mid air, trapping her legs and yanking her up into the ring. Vebbins flails a bit, but Tolson is too strong, quickly transitioning from a leg trap to an arm trap, before this time hitting the Victory Drop Alpha!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER OF THIRD FALL, AND CONTEST: SAMANTHA TOLSON!
As Tolson sits there, her music playing, the rage and adrenaline seems to gradually subside within her. She looks down at the laid out Vebbins, taking hold of her wrist and raising her arm, before getting up to celebrate her win.
WINNER: SAMANTHA TOLSON TWO FALLS TO ONE IN 29 MINUTES AND 18 SECONDS!
MAIN EVENT
HIRATA INVITATIONAL TOURNAMENT FINAL
PURE RULES MATCH
PURE RULES MATCH
CCM VS HALO
The bell rings, and CCM and Halo immediately lock up. He attempts to immediately put her into a headlock, but she slips away, throwing a forearm at him. CCM evades the strike, sending a sharp kick out toward her thigh. She blocks the attempt before turning to try and throw a kick of her own. He stuffs that one, running at her for a lariat, but she slips underneath it, turning around to grab his other wrist before whipping him into the corner. He grunts with the impact, but Halo is directly behind him with a running back elbow before immediately grabbing him in a headlock to deliver a running bulldog. She rolls him over, and goes for a pin, but the Yorkshire Terror kicks out. Halo goes to get to her feet after the kickout, but CCM suddenly turns, grabbing his opponent by the ankle and yanking her off her feet into a knee bar! Halo cries out in surprise, trying to kick with her other leg to break the hold, but the Brit has the hold locked in, and he's not letting go! The blonde grimaces, holding out as long as she can before reaching out to grab the bottom rope. The referee calls for a break, and, surprisingly, he releases almost immediately. Halo gets to her feet, shaking and stomping her foot to get the feeling back in her leg. CCM is grinning now, standing across from her. The two competitors charge one another yet again, and CCM immediately goes for a takedown, shooting in for Halo's injured leg, but she sprawls the attempt, sending a series of knee strikes into her opponents shoulders. She then drags him upright, looking to toss him into the corner again, but he stuffs the attempt, yanking her back into a standing knee strike. Her head snaps back, dazed, and the Brit goes on the offensive. He throws a series of forearms into her chest before throwing get into the ropes. On the rebound, Halo gets caught by a brutal big boot, a la WMD! He goes for a cover, but Halo kicks out at two. CCM looks to transition into another submission, but Halo is ready this time. When he shoots for her leg, she manages to get an arm around his neck before yanking him in and locking in a choke before wrapping her legs around his waist. CCM's eyes bulge as Halo locks it in, and he fights with all he's got to get free. Left with no other choice, he throws out a foot, catching the bottom rope to force a break. The referee calls for the break, and Halo let's go, albeit after holding on for a couple extra seconds. Once they've broken the hold, the two competitors stare each other down across the ring.
The next few minutes are jostling for position as both wrestlers attempt to lock in the match ending submission, or hit the home run strike. Halo attempts to hit Black 13, but CCM barely evades the kick. The Brit looks to hit his opponent with Tosser's Demise, but Halo gets free from the backslide attempt. Both members are breathing hard as they circle the ring. Halo rushes, and CCM feigns a strike with his left, which causes her to pull back, stumbling a bit before he blasts her with a right! She drops to a knee before he jumps on her, locking in the BTO! Halo struggles against the hold, fighting with all she's got, but CCM has her in the middle of the ring! She tries her damnedest to escape, but CCM doesn't relinquish the hold, and eventually Halo is forced to tap out!
WINNER: CCM BY SUBMISSION AT 22 MINUTES AND 30 SECONDS!
As CCM celebrates, Dokueki meets Halo on the apron, shaking her hand as she heads to the ring and Halo heads to the back. She climbs inside, and the CCM grins, watching as she walks over and gets a microphone from the tech at ringside. She turns, addressing the packed Unknown Arena.
"Tell me, Atlanta! Was that not a fitting end to my tournament?"
The crowd cheers, despite the fact that they would normally boo the Yorkshire Terror. A table is brought into the ring, with a black cloth laid over the top of it. Another tech brings in a hard plastic case, and sets it down on the table before scurrying away.
"Now, I know what you all really want to know. The prize CCM has worked so hard to win. Three shows in a row he has put on excellent matches. Each better than the last. Tonight, he put on his best, and walked away the victor."
The crowd cheers, CCM nodding with a huge grin on his face, still breathing hard with his hands on his hips. Dokueki walks over to the case, putting her back to the camera, and unlatches it, opening the lid. It looks to be empty on the inside, until she pulls away a black plastic liner, and sets it aside. There is the faintest glimpse of gold before the Dragon turns, holding high in one hand a brand new title belt!
"CCM! I hereby name you the inaugural Fury Road REBORN OVERDRIVE CHAMPION!"
The Brit is speechless as his father climbs into the ring. Dokueki sets the microphone down, walking over behind the man who won her tournament and putting the belt into place around his waist. She smiles, shaking his hand before shaking hands with WMD. She picks up the microphone and begins to speak as WMD and CCM share an emotional moment.
"This belt is what those who fight on Fury Road REBORN will strive to achieve. It will be no picnic for you, Mr. Millar. You have seen that this company has some of the best in the world within her ranks. But, after seeing your performance in that tournament, I believe you are up to the task. Enjoy it. Celebrate! But be prepared. Do not rest on your laurels. You never know who from that locker room may be waiting to pounce, and take what you have earned."
Dokueki turns back to the crowd.
"WE ARE SOUTHERN REBELLION WRESTLING! GOOD NIGHT!"
The show fades to black as confetti showers the ring, and Hirata goes to speak with the newly crowned champion and his father.
Special Writers Thanks
Christina vs Faye - Mayhem
Cherry vs Juliet - Mayhem
Tolson vs Vebbins - Kara
Christina vs Faye - Mayhem
Cherry vs Juliet - Mayhem
Tolson vs Vebbins - Kara