SAVAGE LIVE - 9/11/2021 - RESULTS | COASTAL EMPIRE WRESTLING

SAVAGE LIVE - 9/11/2021 - RESULTS Sept 11, 2021 21:58:57 GMT -7

Post by Melinda Rhodes on Sept 11, 2021 21:58:57 GMT -7

REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME GA
9/11/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST

IN MEMORIAM
September 11th 2001
NEVER FORGET

INTRO

"Immortalized" hits the PA as the SRW Highlight reel and intro video plays. The crowd is bobbing their heads to it, devil horns raised in the air as Dave Driaman's unmistakable voice assaults their ears. We get to the commentary table where we see both Joe Koss and Mike Spazz headbanging hardcore to the music along with the fans. Spazz even does a little air guitar right before they get to business.

Koss: After many delays, Savage Live comes to you on Saturday 9/11...

Spazz: NEVER FORGET MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

Koss: No one ever will forget that fateful day in 2001 when the World Trade Centers were brought down in flames by one of the most heinous terrorist attacks in recent memory.

Spazz: Man... It's been 20 years to the date. Where'd the time go?

Koss: Indeed. Time waits for no one and this show can wait no more! Alexander Starr debuts against Olivia Blue for our opening bout, Isabella Storm takes on Jezebelle, Kate Steele defends her Hardcore Championship against Juliet Black-

Spazz: -Juli B's one of the people who defined Hardcore in SRW. This is her big chance to remind us all that she's the beast we all should be scared of, yo!

Koss: Truth, my dude. House of Dix takes on the Influencers, Chris Styles looks to make his big return to the main roster with a match against Kendrick Kross and Killer Carter, will he do it?

Spazz: Dude's been driven on social media and looks ready to fuck fools up yo!

Koss: We'll see if measures up to the hype train he was building prior to last Friday.

Spazz: Yo and the Twin Snakes takin' on the big bad Shield Maidens! Should be stacked!

Koss: and lastly a Main Event featuring Luther Thunder and The Pint-Sized Kaiju, Coda!

Spazz: Everyone's lookin' forward to that shit, though I think it's gonna' end with Coda gettin' punt kicked by a mountain into the nose bleed seats!

Koss: If anything I've observed of Coda is any indication, do NOT underestimate that woman!

OPENING SEG

“Unforgiven” by Sevendust plays loudly through the surround stereo system of the Arena, fans cheering the Lady Terminator as she steps out onto the stage in fine leather attire and a simple black shirt. She raises the Queen of the South championship up in the air as columns of pyrotechnic explosives detonate at either side of her in a shower of sparks and smoke. Ursula Von Rossbach places her championship on one of her broad shoulders and walks down to the ring.

She picks up a microphone from a ring attendant along the way and then enters. Her music ends the moment the microphone comes to her lips.

UVR: Thank you for your support after such a trying and brutal match. My apologies for mine and this company’s absence last week but here we are in the Rebel Star Arena. Let me cut to the chase for the sake of brevity. There is a reason I told Samael no and it is because of what had suddenly become a tradition with this championship I hold.

Stopping, she turns and looks hard at the entrance arch for a moment, then back to the crowd.

UVR: Every time this championship has changed hands, it was because some newcomer who did not earn it dared to challenge for it. Zoey Star and Samantha Tolson both come to mind, though Zoey’s offense was far lesser and was made up for in the quality of her reign. She earned it after the fact, not before.

Her gaze snaps to look at the far camera with a withering, angry stare.

UVR: EARN YOUR PLACE TO BE IN THIS RING FIGHTING FOR THIS!

The Lady Terminator raises the championship off her shoulder, holding it out at the camera.

UVR: Do not challenge me expecting an easy shot at what I have fought for my entire career! Eleven years it took me to get my due and for over a year now, I have held this gold with a vice grip. I WANT SOMEONE WORTHY TO STEP IN THIS RING BEFORE ME!!! No more outsiders, no more random challengers demanding my time. Who in that locker room has been here for longer than a mere “cup of coffee” and has actually done anything of note?

Ursula turns to face the entrance arch, slipping the belt upon her shoulder once more. “Firepower” by Judas Priest plays over the stereo as the lights shift in colors to those of C.C.M. Her expression is completely unreadable as she steps back a bit while gesturing to the canvas before her.

Out steps CCM, the big man dad in tow, the Fury Road Reborn Overdrive Championship over his shoulder. He walks down the ramp, looking up at the imposing UVR. He seems to second guess whether he should actually get in the ring for a moment, before doing so, though he notably makes sure to stand a little behind WMD.

CCM: Hi!

He waves a little, as UVR just stares at him.

CCM: So first of all, I wanna thank you for all you did with the Covenant. Nasty bit of business, that. Plus, dad gotta hang out with some biker chicks out of the deal, so it wasn’t all bad. But anyway, with you being all busy with those crazy crazy cultists, you may not have been paying close attention to Ms. Dokueki’s amazing house shows, Fury Road Reborn. We’ve been putting on some great matches for the fans, and I... well let’s just say I’ve been carrying the live shows on my back. Hence why I got this bad boy over my shoulder.

He pats at the title belt before continuing.

CCM: I know you’re familiar with the original Fury Road champ. Seem to remember, wasn’t it at a live event there that you were last pinned, many, MANY months ago? And as you may recall... I was the guy who kinda did that. So if you wanna talk about people on this roster who are worthy to step in the ring with Ursula Von Rossbach... well, I already made my case, first hand, you see?

Ursula regards him for a moment.

UVR: This is true. You are tenured and while your methods are highly suspect, you have always been a man of your word, Mr. Millar. If not for that commendable attribute, I would find your bargaining posture highly dubious. So you step out here, gold already on your shoulder and seek to expand into a championship collection then?

CCM: I mean... this belt right here shows that I am the King of Fury Road. And I don’t want to seem like I’m ungrateful to Ms. Dokueki, I am truly honoured to hold this championship. But hey, if I can snag the Queen of the South too... and take it with me to the Reborn shows, doesn’t that just make Ms. Dokueki’s brand even stronger?

He pauses for a moment.

CCM: I suppose a simple “yes” would have done. I just kinda like talking.

There is a nod of the Lady Terminator’s head in response.

UVR: Naturally. Very well, Mr. Millar. You want this? Then you shall have your chance at the next SRW Pay Per View event. You will face me and I will even allow you the privilege of deciding the stipulation of the match.

A small smile creases her lips.

UVR: The catch is that you cannot lose a single match between now and then.

The big man snatches up the microphone from his son barking out in a booming voice.

WMD: WHAT UTTER BOLLOCKS IS THIS SHITE SUPPOSED TO BE?! ..

He glares at his son then retorts mockingly.

WMD: “..you can’t lose singles matches between now and then..”

UVR: I said a single match, not singles matches. This includes tag team, battle royales, fatal fourways, and whatever other sort of nonsense Mrs. Rhodes or Mrs. Dokueki decides to see fit to book you in. I want to see if you can truly be worthy of not just this championship I hold upon my shoulder, but the one you are holding as well, Mr. Millar.

CCM looks thoughtful for a few moments, holding his hand out for WMD to pass him the mic. He doesn’t, so CCM ends up snatching it back.

CCM: Hey, winning the big one ain’t supposed to be easy, right? Well... if them’s the stakes, that’s the breaks. Besides, I don’t like losing anyway. Puts me in a bad mood. Disappoints my kids. I’ll take your challenge.

The smile on her face broadens. She steps towards the pair, looking up at WMD, then at CCM.

UVR: Excellent. Your bravery pleases me, despite the wall you have between us. I hope your father will not be a deciding factor too often.

Her gaze returns to meet those of the much taller man before her.

UVR: I believe you remember the last time you ever interfered on your son’s behalf in my presence, yes? Let us not repeat that, shall we?

There is a gleam in her eye of threat, the smile on her face not matching the withering stare she now gives WMD.

WMD starts mumbling off mic, before CCM rolls his eyes.

CCM: Dad, shut up. The big man’s a shortcut, not a necessity. He didn’t interfere in a damn match on my way to winning this.

Ursula looks back to CCM with a small nod.

UVR: I noticed. However, I know how old habits die hard and shortcuts become easy outs. I will trust you to do what is right, but do not betray that trust. Understood, Mr. Millar?

CCM nods.

CCM: Crystal clear.

He drops the mic, and goes to leave, waving WMD along. Naturally The Lady Terminator and the senior Millar have a long hard exchange of gazes before he finally acquiesces to his son’s gesture.

Koss: What a great exchange by CCM and The Champion!

Spazz: You really think he's gonna' win every match between now and the next PPV? You seen his track record at all?

Koss: That's his challenge! If he can't make it to the dance against Ursula, then someone else will. CCM is within smelling distance of gold and something tells me he will pull every trick out of his deep bag to make sure he makes it to that dance.

OLIVIA BLUE VS ALEXANDER STARR

With entrances done and the bell ready to ring, the person making his SBW in-ring debut, Alexander Starr, offers his hand out to Olivia. Maybe a gesture of sportsmanship? Of course not! The very moment Miss Blue reaches a hand out the Pretty Committee member spins around and flattens her with a spinning backfist. Immediately he grabs hold of one of Olivia’s legs and stomps on it a few times, taking his chance to taunt how stupid his inexperienced opponent is with each stamp, before locking in a leglock. Though he seems too preoccupied with pointing out ‘uggos’ among the audience to do anything to prevent his shorter opponent from reaching the ropes. “You should have tapped out!” could just be heard from Starr as he waits for the count of four to let go…only to back up and charge forward to smash Olivia in the face with one of his V Trigger Knee Strikes the moment she manages to get up to one knee.

Seeing his opponent having her neck against the middle rope Alexander presses one of his knees down, choking her in the process while flexing for both the envy of men and the delight of women in the crowd, before moving off only to kick the rope to both knock Blue back and make her hold her neck in pain. Quickly he grounds her and pummels her with repeated forearm strikes, each one aiming more and more towards the brunette’s neck. Possibly softening her up for his Uggo Clutch finisher? Most likely as the moment he got off, to avoid the risk of disqualification, he stomps down on her throat with enough force to elect boos from tonight’s audience. The Las Vegas native simply laughs at this response as he waits for Olivia to drag herself up at a corner before charging forward for another V Trigg-

Only for Miss Blue to dropkick Starr’s lifted knee, knocking him off balance and CAUSING HIS FACE TO CRASH AGAINST THE TOP TURNBUCKLE WITH A NASTY IMPACT!

Seeing her moment the Englishwoman runs towards the ropes, bounces back and slams her backside against Alexander’s back, making his face hit the top turnbuckle to more applause. Either unphased by the public adulation or determined to not let this moment in control go Olivia backs up a little and charges toward her now kneeling opponent, planting both her knees into his back and crunching his face against the middle turnbuckle - with an almost sickening impact - in the process.

Instead of complaining to the official, Blue drags Starr towards the ropes, with one hand while the other tenderly rubs at her neck, and places his right ankle on the bottom rope. She only takes a moment to look back at her opponent before looking serious as she steps on the bottom rope, bounces up and drops a seated senton directly down upon the male’s prone leg. A few more times Olivia repeats this, dropping her backside across the side of the very knee she dropkicked earlier while Alexander screams out in pain each time, before she backs away at the referee’s demand. Instead of charging forward the brunette waits for her opponent to drag himself up to his feet, clearly struggling to put too much weight on his right leg, before springing forward and step up the ropes to str-

BUT ALEXANDER DUCKED THE HIGH KNEE, GRABS ONTO OLIVIA AND DRIVES HER DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A HARD SPINEBUSTER!

Perhaps it is as the male struggles up for his feet and looks down towards his knee for a moment before glaring over at Olivia with a furious look on his face as he leans back against a corner and is practically yelling at her to get up. With eyes full of hate, disgust and some kind of predatory desire, as if a tyrannosaurus preying upon a gerbil, Alexander waits for Blue to get up to her knees before springing forward and lifts his left leg for a superki-but the weight is too much for his right leg he buckles! Capitalising on this the brunette gets up to her feet and strikes Starr’s jaw with a superkick of her own to the delight of the crowd. But he is still standing! Staggering back, yes, but still standing. Seeing this as her greatest chance Olivia roars out before running forward, jumping up and grabbing Alexand-

ONLY FOR HIM TO THROW HER CLEAN OVER HIM SLAM THE SMALL OF HER BACK TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE SO HARD THAT THE ROPES VIOLENTLY SHAKE!!!

Seeing this as his moment of glory Starr forces his way past the official, drags Olivia to the middle of the ring and lifts her up to her feet…only for the girl to collapse onto the floor and immediately the male laughs at this. Only to stop so he can stop the referee from trying to check on the brunette. Something similar to “this uggo deserves what is coming to her,” could be heard as Alexander shoves the referee away before turning around and aiming a right footed stomp for Miss Blue’s face.

ONLY FOR HER TO CATCH HIS FOOT, TWIST AROUND TO KNOCK HIM OVER AND LOCK IN A KNEEBAR!

Alexander is desperately trying to crawl toward the ropes but Olivia is wrenching away at his damaged knee and the damage has become too much for the Pretty Committee bodyguard as he ends up tapping out.

WINNER: OLIVIA BLUE!!!

Koss: Well Olivia Blue took the legs and the win from Alexander Starr!

Spazz: Don't overlook blue, yo! She's out for blood and knee caps!

COMMERCIAL

ISA STORM VS JEZEBELLE

The bell rings. Isa Storm and Jezebelle both approach each other spewing vitriol and insults. The two are face to face when Jezebelle says the right combination of words to garner Isa’s anger and gets violently shoved back for her efforts. Isa pushes forward, right into a vicious slap to the face that is promptly followed by a kick to the gut. She then pulls Storm down with a snap STO and a quick pinfall. It is not enough to keep her down as Storm throws her off. The powerful woman rises to her feet, Jezebelle keeping her distance wisely.

Isa Storm approaches, provoked further by Jezebelle’s long range barbs. She swings and Jezebelle dodges, peppering her foe with kicks to her sides. It quickly becomes clear that Jezebelle is toying with Storm, which only furthers the bigger woman’s rage. A missed Lariat opens her up for Jezebelle’s patented Curse Breaker! Jezebelle immediately pins her, but only garners a count of two and a half.

There is a brief debate over the referee’s competence before Jezebelle lifts her disoriented foe up. An irish whip is reversed with Jezebelle hurled into the corner with a hard impact that sends her stumbling right into the oncoming force that is Isa Storm, ramming her right into the corner with an explosive Splash that is transitioned into a Running Leg Bulldog. Storm flips Jezebelle over and hooks her leg. A two count is her prize and as she pulls her opponent up by an arm, swift fingers dig into her eye, sending her stumbling away while clutching at her eye in agony.

Jezebelle promptly attempts a Hurricanrana but Storm stands her ground and transitions her into The One-Legged Electric Chair Driver, finishing her off in one swift move. One. Two. Three.

WINNER: ISA STORM

Spazz: Seems like alot of people fallin' short in debuts tonight!

Koss: Indeed. Shaking up the status quo tonight!

SEGMENT

The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to the sight of Kate Steele with the Hardcore Championship held proudly across her shoulders. She cracks a wicked grin as she turns her attention over to her title. Her eyes flicker as she moves to that of the camera before taking a long deep breath.

Kate: Bloody fucking hell. For those who may not know me, my name is Kate Steele, and I am proud to be your Hardcore Champion. I am an absolute beast and I am definitely the little engine that could. It was tough for me to win this championship but ever since I have gotten my hands on it I refuse to let it go. It just seems like I have gone through Shield Maiden after Shield Maiden in order to maintain onto this title. I am willing to take on whoever comes in my path and the fact is I am not afraid of anything.

Kate cracks a wicked grin as he continues to speak some more.

Kate: I manage to take the championship and I have held onto it without a problem. In the last show I wrestled Psycho in a brutal match. That Crazy 8 Match was fucking insane. Bloody hell Psycho nearly beat the bollocks out of me. Then again I would say we beat the shit out of one another until we both were knocked the fucked out.

Kate nods her head looking at the championship.

Kate: It was insane. Neither of us were able to come away with the title but after going through flaming tables and both of us being knocked out. The reality is due to champion’s advantage that still makes me the champion. If there comes a time that we need to do this shit again by all means let’s set the thing up so we can go about doing it. However that is a story for another day because before going into that match there is a woman that I had called out. There is a woman that I specifically stated that I wanted to face in order to define my legacy as being the Hardcore Champion, and she goes by the name of Juliet Black.

Kate claps her hands as smirks.

Kate: How’s it going Juliet… To be honest this is the match that I have been longing for. It is no secret when it comes to Hardcore Wrestling Juliet revolutionized the division. She held the title for the longest and she reminds me of myself. She is the epitome of British Strong Style she is the queen of death matches and is just a vicious bitch. I love that. I am a beast of a submissionist but most importantly I have held a Hardcore Championship on 8 different occasions throughout various different companies. I am a major threat and in order to define my own legacy I need to get past you Juliet. I know that a match between the both of us would be absolutely epic. It will be bloody and it will define what you would expect from a bad ass from Dublin Ireland taking on a beast from England.

Kate grins.

Kate: You do have my respect and I won’t hide that but at the end of the day this is my division! I am here to be the absolute top spot and I damn sure won’t let somebody like you get in the way of me trying to showcase why I am as good as I think I am. It’s a known fact that when I grab onto a title I hold onto that title for dear life. I don’t let anything rip me away from it. If you want to get right back into the limelight you need to do so by beating me, but that’s not going to happen!

Kate hits her championship furiously.

Kate: I am the champion and this belt won’t be going anyway. Not now and certainly not ever. If you wish to prove you have what it takes you need to beat me. So bring your best but it won’t be enough for I am the Siren and tonight you will find yourself getting SHIPWRECKED!!!!

Kate looks at her title before walking away with a grin on her face.

HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
KATE STEEL! ( C ) VS JULIET BLACK

her leg out to trip Black who falls hard face first. This allows Kate to quickly slide out of the ring and grab a kendo stick. Staying out of the ring she waits as Juliet gets up and starts to climb out of the ring immediately after she gets out Kate hits her hard with the Kendo stick causing her to fall to the floor. Kate hits Juliet a few more times this time all over her body. Breaking the stick she looks for a chair and finds one. Not knowing Juliet had recovered as she brings over the chair she gets hit in the stomach with a kendo stick now this doubles her over dropping the chair. Juliet picks the chair up and slams it into Kates back. Not letting up Juliet slams the chair into her back multiple times.

She picks Kate up and slides her into the ring and goes for the pin but Kate doesn’t go away as she kicks out! Not knowing she has them Juliet goes to pick Kate up again but gets punched in the head with a pair of brass knuckles that Kate grabbed from under the ring! Not immediately able to take advantage though Kate goes for the cover and Juliet is barely able to get a shoulder up much to Kate’s surprise. The both of them stay down for a few seconds before getting up and exchanging blows. This last for a little while before Juliet gets the upper hand by ducking and throwing her into a post. She slowly climbs out and grabs a bag of tacks but a chair as well.

As she pours the tacks onto the mat Kate slowly recovers but is alert enough to see the chair swing at her but misses this causes Juliet to hit the turnbuckle with the chair busting her open! ! Kate hits a German Suplex as she has moved behind her sending Juliets back into the tacks. Kate slowly makes her way over to the top turnbuckle and waits for Juliet to get up as she does she goes and hits Silence is golden sending more tacks into Juliet. She follows it with a cover and 1-2-3!

WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: KATE STEELE!

Koss: Kate Steele retains the Hardcore championship against a very game Juliet Black!

Spazz: You say game, but Juli B's like a shadow of her former self up in here. She needs to get her viciousness back and remind people who tha' fuck she is!

SEGMENT

“THE HOUSE OF DIX IS IN EFFECT Y’ALL, AND ANYONE WHO STEPS UP IS GETTING WRECKED!”

House of Pain’s “Jump Around” hits the PA, and out come the 2x Southern Cross Tag Team Champions, Kara riding piggy back on Tracy’s shoulders as they make their way to the ring. Kara hops off onto the apron, holding the ropes open so Tracy’s sizable butt can fit through them comfortably, before the two grab microphones.

Kara: Well, well, well. Me & the Dix were getting all excited to be here tonight, in Rome, Georgia!

Obligatory cheap pop.

Kara: Cause we were told we were gonna face the influencers. Now I’ve been on youtube enough to know influencers are a big thing over there, and considering this is a combat sports, and THEIR propensity for combat sports, I figured we were gonna get to punch Jake & Logan Paul in the face. And I really REALLY wanna punch those guys in the face.

The crowd cheers.

Kara: But NOOO, apparently it’s just the bastard Page Sisters again. Page sisters, pretty bitches, Pretty Committee, pretty bitches, blah blah blah, I am bored, so I’ma let Dix talk while I take a dance break.

Kara duly, starts dancing, despite there being no music, which gets a pop from the crowd.

Dix: Ya’ll better recognize my girls Russian Squat Dancing skills she could fill up the Red Square with ease with them moves, She would charm the topless horseback Riding Putin out of his fatigue trousers and while she is clearly devastated of not meeting Jake & Logal Paul to punch them in the face repeatedly with blunt AND sharp objects I am sure she will still have plenty of energy to dance those supposed influencers to the ground if she so chooses. Bring it for Kara “Overlord of the Dance” Harrington!

She claps to the microphone as the crowd cheers

Cry baby by Megan The Stallion hits over the public address system, as the fans boo loudly as out from the back step Vanessa Page,and Veronica Taylor alongside them is the Queen B Bianca Davis. The smug trio roll their eyes at the booing fans has each has a microphone, as they stand at the top of the ramp. As They motion for their music to be cut As the Influencers stand with their hands on their hips soaking in the boos, Bianca begins to speak in her normal smug tone.

Bianca Davis: Oh my god will you look at this? What is this freak central? This place needs a real positive influence and who better to bring that than us the Influencers, I mean look at Fatal Friday? We once again did what we said we would do, and beat House of Dix I mean it was so amazing not to have to see you freaks on our screens after that.

Vanessa Page: Also, like you forget one thing? Why would Jake and Logan Paul willing step in this dump of a town on purpose?

The Influencers share a laugh, as the fans boo loudly as House of Dix looks on.

Veronica Taylor: Right? Also, we are the real influencers around here the women who these morons pay to see, and want to be or be with. But newsflash on the last two you can’t do either of those things. But tonight you know what you can do? Watch us give House of Dix yet another makeover? Because its long overdue.

Kara (who has now stopped dancing): Ya know, you’ve given me like two or three makeovers at this point. If I’m still not getting any prettier, seems like your stuff doesn’t work. So while we COULD do that, we could also do a cakeover. You know, where we eat cake over a tea party. That way, no-one’s face gets mutilated, and we all get cake, which seems a much better solution for all involved.

It’s unclear which of the Influencers, or perhaps even Tracy, is giving Kara the most “what the fuck is this bitch talking about” look right now. So Tracy just snatches the microphone from Kara.

Dix: Cake? We got more than enough cake for you skinny ass hoes, but since I’m such a fat whale or a “whalcy” why would I share a damn thing with you two? Every time you show up someone gets hurt, something goes wrong and nobody has a good time so since you two are here and you insist on acting like a big deal. Why don’t you two bring your barby doll behinds to this ring and we’ll break you down to pieces and reassemble you so wrong that even ken doll won’t recognize you scandalous skanks!

Kara’s eyes light up as she talks into Tracy’s microphone..

Kara: Oh yeah, let’s do that actually! We can have cake another time! Like, for supper? Or maybe elevenses? Or...

She sees the look that Tracy’s giving her, before sighing.

Kara: Fine. We’ll just mutilate them. So uh yeah... come on down and face the wrath of wrathfulness!

Bianca, Vanessa, and Veronica all look at each other rolling their eyes as Bianca begins to speak.

Bianca Davis: Oh ladies once again you have deluded yourselves, and these morons into thinking that this is going to be a story booking ending, that the heroes are gonna get the happy ending well that's not how it works. So get ready for your close up.

Influencers: Sorry bout it!

As they all say in unison over the microphone as they make their way down to the ring, ignoring the booing fans as the match was set to begin.

INFLUENCERS VS HOUSE OF DIX

The Bell sounds and the influencers talk amongst themselves. As they do, Tracy and Kara nod to each other and move in. The Influencers slip out to the floor and wave their hands dismissively at the very idea of even coming into contact with either member of House of Dix. Tracy and Kara follow them out and both Veronica and Vanessa take off in opposite directions. Tracy and Kara chase them and both Influencers dive into the ring. Tracy and Kara come together on the far side of the ring and nod to each other while the Influencers prace around the ring, making hand gestures that show absolute disdain for everyone in the buildings and especially their two opponents. Tracy and Kara dive into the ring and are met coming in by Veronica and Vanessa. The Infliuencers start to stomp the members of House of Dix as if the bottoms of their boots is the only place Tracy and Kara belong. The Influencers then both go for matching cradles in stereo.

House of Dix kicks out in stereo!

Veronica and Vanessa get up and try to start to put the boots to House of Dix again but Tracy and Kara get up and go to tackle them. Veronica and Vanessa both jump out of the way and roll into a corner to evade the onrushing onslaught of rage. TRacy and Kara charge at the respective corners only for the Influebncers to drop out of the way and roll to the floor just before impact. In both cases, Tracy and Kara stop just short of crashing into the turnbuckles. They both step back, each one waving one of the Inlfuencers to come on and fight while the Influencers remain on the floor just looking like they want to vomit at the very thought. Veronica and Vanessa move towards each other, seemingly discussing whether or not to try and just leave. They nod to each other and start walking away towards the aisle, waving their hands dismissively at the ring, the referee, the crowd and, especially, Tracy and Kara. The crowd turns even more hostile as the Influencers arrogantly start to take their leave. Tracy and Kara hurry out after them and grab both before they can leave. They bring the two back to the ring and toss them in as the crowd cheers them on wildly. Kara and Tracy rush into the ring and get rolled into matching inside cradles as they come in.

House of Dix kicks out!

Veronica and Vanessa back off as Bianca Davis and Danielle Page make their way down to the ringside area. The crowd boos vociferously at seeing the two Influencers NOT involved in the match. Kara runs over and dives out onto them over the top rope. With the referee distracted by this, Vanessa kicks Tracy low and Veronica follows with the perfume to the eyes. Veronica quickly hides away the bottle of perfume as Kara starts back in. Having seen what they’ve done, Kara grabs a steel chair and dives into the ring. Vanessa goes to hook Tracy for something for the easy pin but Kara blasts her in the face with a chair. Vanessa goes down and the referee calls for the bell and disqualification. Veronica grabs Vanessa and slides out to the floor where Bianca and Danielle meet them. Kara waves the chair at them, beckoning all four to come on but the Influencers back out, security rushing in to make sure nothing further happens while the referee and Kara then tend to Tracy.

WINNERS BY DQ: INFLUENCERS

Spazz: Boooooooo! Fuck the Influencers!! WTF, Kara? That cost yous gals the match!

Koss: The fans are sharing that sentiment. Kara Karrington is standing tall but the Influencers walk away with the DQ victory.

Spazz: I mean I loved seeing bitch tits go down hard like that, but come on! Could Kara have at least waited till the referee looked away? Damn!

SEGMENT

A smirk comes across Kendricks face as he is slowly shown into focus followed by a small chuckle.

KENDRICK KROSS: What I’ve said on Twitter is all about to come true.

The same smirk stays on his face as the camera zooms out a bit showing him sitting in a chair in an empty room.

KENDRICK KROSS: I said that I’m going to win this triple threat. That Carter and Chris might as well not show up. That hasn’t changed.

It’s actually quite simple. Things haven’t gone exactly the best way for me. That isn’t a good thing for those two if I’m being honest and the fact they don’t or can’t realize that isn’t a good thing. At least not for them.

Kendrick clears his throat a bit before continuing.

KENDRICK KROSS: This match isn’t just about me winning. This is about showing exactly why I’m here. Why I’ve been looked over.

Oh I know what multiple people will be saying that I haven’t been. I call bullshit. I’ve been looked over in this company since the day I arrived and I’m getting sick of it…not good.

Kendrick laughs a bit as he grins.

KENDRICK KROSS: This triple threat here? This is about to be the start of something. And it’s something that the two in this match won’t be pleased by. I will put both of them down. No questions asked. The two of them will regret wanting to step in a ring with me.

This isn’t me blowing smoke. I’m sick of being just put in matches and not being paid attention to. That ending starts here tonight. It’s going to be a fun match. For me that is. I’ll have fun standing over you both. Showing you both that everything I said I meant. You won’t be winning. So don’t get your hopes up.

Kendrick smirks a bit more as he gets up and walks towards the camera.

KENDRICK KROSS: So see you two out there if you really want to end up in your backs.

He gives a wink to the camera as he walks past it.

SEGMENT

We cut backstage just as Killer Carter enters the building and as soon as she notices the camera on her, she motions for it to follow her as she begins to make her way through the arena.

Killer Carter: So now that The Covenant has been taken care of and are now no longer an issue… it’s now time for me to focus on getting my career back on track here in SRW.

She continues through the arena.

Killer Carter: And so I find myself in a Triple Threat match against Chris Styles and Kendrick Kross.

The behemoth smirks and shakes her head.

Killer Carter: And it’s funny… because Kross believes this match outcome is already set in stone. Typical.

Carter continues.

Killer Carter: See, I ain’t gonna guarantee victory tonight… because if I do and I end up losing… I’m gonna look like a fucking idiot. Much like you’re going to look like one if you don’t end up winning, Kross.

Shaking her head, she reaches the gorilla position and turns back to the camera.

Killer Carter: All I’m gonna promise is that tonight, going up against two of the best in this business? I’m gonna make a statement! A statement that cannot and will not be ignored! Welcome to the Gun Show, bitches!

The Shieldmaiden then disappears through the curtain as we cut elsewhere.

CHRIS STYLES VS KILLER CARTER VS KENDRICK KROSS

We kick the match off with Chris Styles talking a trash train and shoving Kendrick Kross, then barehand slapping Killer Carter in the face! He goes for a hard right hand but eats THE PELE KICK from Double K, which feeds him right into KC’s SPEAR, rocking him right off his feet! Before she can go for the pin, however, Double K comes flying at her with a dropkick, blasting her right in the chest and off her feet!

Chris fights to his feet and eats a boot to the gut followed by THE TRAMP STAMP! Double K makes the cover but only gets a two count as Killer Carter breaks the pinfall up. The two get to their feet, brawling hard back and forth. Carter rocks Kross with a hard right, followed by a knee lift and a Chokeslam! She makes the pin but Chris Styles manages to shove her off before the three count can take effect. Chris then pins Kross and Kross kicks out at two!

Chris batters him on the canvas for a moment before being met with a running knee to the side of his head by Killer Carter. She launches a series of combination strikes on the man before whipping him to the ropes. He hooks his arm in the ropes to keep himself from rebounding. Carter comes at him full steam ahead and he ducks the shoulder, launching her up and over the ropes to land hard on the floor.

As he laughs at her, Double K catches and spins him around, hits the Death Drop! Chris tries to pop up, but only gets on all fours, opening him up for a second TRAMP STAMP, which is then followed by a pinfall! 1-2-3!!! Ringa-DingDING!

WINNER: KENDRICK KROSS

Koss: Chris Styles may have failed but he bought it hard in this match.

Spazz: If yous gotta' go out, go out like a boss I always say.

Koss: And look at Killer Carter just fuming outside that ring at a smug Kendrick Kross standing tall in the ring!

Spazz: She looks like she wants to murder this motherfucker to death yo!

SEGMENT

*Previously Recorded*

The camera opens upon Jackie “Bandit” Layton and Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing on the side of a road just up the street from the Las Vegas Strip.

Bandit: It’s been a long week for us already…

She pauses to snicker darkly at herself.

Bandit: And it’s only Wednesday...

Bullet nods.

Bullet: Es la verdad.

Bandit almost sighs heavily.

Bandit: A week ago, we were looking forward to a couple of shows. We were looking forward to seeing our sister Maiden defend a championship for the first time on an EWC Pay-per-view. We were looking forward to this show tonight where we face the Austin Sisters as a true test of tag team abilities. We were looking forward to our respective matches on the MHW Pay-per-view…

Bullet nods almost sadly.

Bandit: But we didn’t get to enjoy Titaness defending her championship because saturday meant we had to gather up everyone in our sphere and fly them all out of town ahad of a devastating hurricane that was giving the whole city of New Orleans flashbacks to sixteen years ago because somehow, the universe’s cosmic sense of humour decided to send another one on the anniversary of Katrina…

Both women nod to the ground.

Bandit: Now, all we got to do was wait…

Bandit shakes her head and looks up to the camera.

Bandit: Wait to see how bad our home state was hammered. Wait to see how bad our homes, businesses and clubhouse got hit. Wait to see how long until the electricity manages to come back on. Wait to see how long until we can even think about going home.

As Bandit looks away, Bullet looks to the camera in her place.

Bullet: We wait to hear if we have lost anyone close to us. We wait to see if we have lost what all we hold most dear. We wait to see if there is anything left to go home to.

She nods to the camera.

Bullet: But at least now, we no longer have to wait for a fight to take our frustrations out on. The time is fast approaching when we step into the ring with Jonna and Jamie Austin.

Bandit nods, looking back to the camera.

Bandit: Twin Snakes that will at least allow us a momentary respite!

Bullet nods grimly.

Bullet: Es la verdad.

Bandit shrugs.

Bandit: It’s times like these that really ram home that you can have everything this world has to offer. You can have money, fame, even power to an extent, and it doesn’t matter if Mother Nature decides she wants to play a game. You get to feel absolutely powerless in the face of a monstrous wrath and all you can do is hope…

Bullet looks away and spits.

Bullet: ¡Hijueputa!

Bandit pats her partner on the shoulder.

Bandit: Now it’s time we get to take some of the power back!

Bullet nods and looks back to the camera with Bandit.

Bandit: Jonna, Jamie, we were looking forward to facing you before. You're two monstrously talented women and we love testing ourselves against such talents. Now…

Bullet: Now, we hope you are ready for the fury of hell unleashed!

Bandit: Hell is empty…

Bullet: And the Shieldmaidens are here… now let the riot begin!

RIOT GROUP VS TWIN SNAKES

The bell sounds and Bandit goes out to meet Jamie. The two exchange holds for what seems like forever, each one countering the other at every turn. Jamie tries for a waistlock on Bandit but Bandit jumps up into a crucifix.

Jamie kicks out.

As they go to get up, Jamie gets an O’Connor roll on Bandit.

Bandit kicks out. Jamie is propelled into her own corner and Jonna makes hte tag. The larger Austin comes in and hits a big lariat on Bandit and then starts suplexing her around the ring. She gives the smaller Shieldmaiden four suplexes and then tags Jamie back in. Jamie comes off the top and they hit Bandit with Sacrificed Strength. Jamie goes for the cover after.

Bullet makes the save.

Jonna comes over to cut off Bullet and throw her back through the ropes. The Twin Snakes then hit Bandit with Devilish Hate. Jamie covers Bandit again.

Bandit barely gets a shoulder up.

Jonna heads back to her corner and Jamie looks to cradle Bandit.

Bandit kicks out and reverses the cradle.

Jamie kicks out.

Bandit gets away and tags in Bullet. Bullet comes in and knocks Jamie down and then knocks Jonna down on the apron. Bullet gives Jamie Sweating Bullets and then covers.

Jamie kicks out.

Bullet gets Jamie up and motions at Bandit. They hit Jamie with the K-Armed Bandit and Bullet covers.

Jamie gets a shoulder up.

Jonna comes running in and the Shieldmaidens catch her for a flapjack onto Jamie. As Jonna rolls away, Bandit grabs Jamie by the ankles. She catapults Jamie up into Vote With A Bullet. As Jamie falls back from the elbow smash, she falls into the ropes and Bandit turns it into the Riot-starter. Bullet covers.

One!

Two!

Three!

WINNER: RIOT GROUP

Koss: Riot Group with the big win here tonight!

Spazz: Twin Snakes fell a little short up in here and the Shield Maidens showing us why the fuck they're one of the most badass forces in Southern Rebellion today!

COMMERCIAL

LUTHER THUNDER VS CODA

The venue's lights blink dark as the familiar sharp, distorted wail signals the beginning of Highly Suspect's haunting anthem. This wills those in their seats to stand in anticipation. Once on a vertical base, the fans make their presence felt with cheers and hollers. All of them look towards the feminine silhouette illuminated by a spotlight at the stage's entrance while an abundance of white dyed mist collects at its feet. As Coda steps out of the shadows, she adjusts tonight's Iridescent white face mask that conceals her nose and mouth while she stands at the stage with her 33-inch kanabō war club raised in her right hand for all to see with her head tilted back. The audience erupts in audible approval, her white with pearly rainbow accented thigh-length trench coat matching the style of the rest of her attire.

The Pint-Sized Kaiju drags her weapon of folklore through the aisle blanketed in colored smoke until she slings the iron-studded tapered staff over her shoulder. Her fingers glide along the apron as she saunters towards the steel steps. Once she removes her jacket, folds it carefully, and tucks it beside the stairs, Coda steps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. "My Name Is Human" continues to blare through the arena when she stands atop the corner with her kanabō casually resting over her shoulder while her mask continues to hide her expression aside from her unsettling gaze. The Southern Rebellion Wrestling crowd hit the Korean-American with a boisterous round of applause before she pops into the ring and slinks into a seated position on the canvas. With one bent knee and her back against the turnbuckle, she drops her weapon to ringside and properly removes her mask for an official to dispose.

Koss: Here we go, main event time! These two damn near killed each other at Fatal Friday, and judging by Coda’s expression, she looks to go one step further tonight!

Spazz: The title may not be on the line, but let’s face facts, Luther Thunder has been on quite the tear, running through the SRW roster like nobody’s business. Even a non-title win makes a huge statement.

Koss: And no doubt books a title rematch in Coda’s future. Remember, Luther didn’t beat Coda at Fatal Friday. He merely survived.

“Human” by Rag & Bone Man hits the PA. And those of you who are thinking this is the part where Luther Thunder walks out... THINK AGAIN. Luther Thunder does come out, in a wheelchair, being pushed by his wife. While Coda’s mouth is covered, she raises an eyebrow in confusion at the sight.

Esme takes the microphone.

Esme: I understand you are all very excited to watch two titans of SRW collide in tonight’s main event, I am afraid there has been an enforced change of plan. You see, my husband is a tough man, who took Coda here to the limit. UNFORTUNATELY... my husband suffered a rather nasty tumble getting out of the tub. Did his leg a bit. So I am afraid he is not cleared to compete tonight.

Coda is clearly irked by this. She waves him on, screaming “WE WILL FIGHT!” at the champion. Esme grins and nods.

Esme: I mean, Coda, you’re not wrong. You will fight. After all these people were promised Coda vs. Thunder. And they are going to get what they paid for.

Coda gives a quizzical look.

Esme: Coda... VS. ME, ESME THUNDER!!!

The crowd cheers as Esme takes off her jacket and pants, revealing a wifebeater and cargo shorts. The Seoul Samurai doesn’t look happy by this development but nevertheless gets into a lungeing fighting stance with black eyes flickering back and forth between the couple.

Koss: WAIT A MINUTE! ESME is going to fight CODA?!

Spazz: I mean, she is a trained wrestler! Her & Luther have held tag gold together I hear!

Esme wheels Luther down to ringside, parking him by the side of the ring as Coda tells her to bring it. She steps between the ropes, and the official goes all Mills Lane, being “I’ll allow it!” and calls for the bell! Esme stomps towards Coda but instantly eats a couple of sharp sidekicks to the ribs before she drives a hard elbow into Esme’s temple! Thunder drops to the mat, but rather than stomp her or drag her up, Coda simply leans over her, and shouts “We Will Fight! COME ON!”

Esme picks herself up and goes for a test of strength. Coda obliges and holds her own, but gradually Esme’s size starts to overpower her, pushing her down to her knees. Mrs. T grins, releasing one of her hands and winding up to punch her in the jaw before Coda uses her free hand to slip underneath Esme and whip her over with an impromptu dragon screw variant. Esme sits up, only to get kicked back down. This time Coda yanks her up, driving further sharp kicks into Esme’s ribs, backing her against the ropes. She goes for a spin kick to her head, but Esme ducks, grabbing Coda by the head and smashing her throat first onto the top rope!

Koss: Esme with the counter and the cheap shot!

Esme uses the rope to choke the Pint-Sized Kaiju, breaking as the referee’s count reaches four before going right back to the choke. Once again, the referee counts to four before she throws Coda to the mat, yelling at the ref, “I HAVE TILL FIVE, DUMBASS!” which gets boos from the crowd. She then drops down, getting Coda in an ankle lock, yelling at the fans to shut up as they boo her, and asking the official to “ASK HER.” He doesn’t get the chance, though, as before he can, Coda rolls through, getting a quick heel hook on Esme, wrenching her ankle for all it’s worth! Esme powers up, kicking her away. Esme goes to attack, but eats a thrust kick to the gut before Coda charges, NAILING ESME WITH THE SONATA KNEE!!!

To her credit, Esme staggers up, but she’s clearly rocked to hell, and Coda fires her into the corner, signaling for the Symphonic Elbow! She charges in, spins, AND GETS TRIPPED FROM OUTSIDE BY LUTHER!

Koss: WHAT THE HELL?! I THOUGHT HE WAS INJURED?

We see a replay of Luther sitting up from the wheelchair as Coda fired Esme into the buckle. The crowd boos as Luther enters the ring, checking on his wife before the pair of them start stomping the hell out of Coda as the crowd is angry!

Koss: SERIOUSLY?! It was a DAMN setup! Luther isn’t hurt! This is deplorable!

Spazz: I heard Luther is one of those God believers! Maybe it’s a miracle cure or some shit.... *snickers*

Koss: MIRACLE CURE, MY ASS!

Spazz: You really pissed there, ain'tcha' Lunchbox?

Koss: What do you think?

As Coda is well and truly stomped, Luther holds up the Ultimate Conquest Championship as the boos and jeers ring out from the Rome faithful. Esme bends down, talking shit to the fallen Coda writhing in pain as the camera takes a long hard look at Luther holding up the title.

Luther: We will fight... and you will fall.

Koss: I'm sorry fans that we end the show on this note, but as with all things, it must end. Thank you for watching and have a good night!

The crowd continues to show their displeasure as Savage Live goes off the air.

CREDITS

-OLIVIA BLUE-VS-ALEXANDER STARR-
Match Writer-Blue

-ISA STORM-VS-JEZEBELLE-
Match Writer- Kay

HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-KATE STEELE (C)-VS-JULIET BLACK-
Match Writer- Kendrick

-INFLUENCERS (VERONICA TAYLOR & VANESSA PAGE)-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
Match Writer- Alex

-CHRIS STYLES-VS-KILLER CARTER-VS-KENDRICK KROSS-
Match Writer- Rob

-RIOT GROUP-VS-TWIN SNAKES-
Match Writer- Alex

MAIN EVENT
NON-TITLE MATCH
-~~LUTHER THUNDER~~-ESME-VS-CODA-
NO CONTEST
Match Writer- Mike