Post by Melinda Rhodes on Nov 20, 2021 21:30:37 GMT -7
THE BOARDWALK HALL
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY
11/19/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
NOTE: TO ACCOMMODATE THIS EVENT'S MATCHES, A SPECIAL 30 FOOT REINFORCED RING
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY
11/19/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
NOTE: TO ACCOMMODATE THIS EVENT'S MATCHES, A SPECIAL 30 FOOT REINFORCED RING
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INTRO
SEGMENTS
PRETTY COMMITTEE
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INTRO
Pyro jets explode across the massive gold and chrome stage as the massive FINAL COUNTDOWN logo lights up over the SRW Tron playing the highlight reel for the PPV. The crowds is lit as the show's theme of the same name is broadcast over the PA speakers courtesy of Affiance. The entire arena is packed to a near maximum capacity as nearly 18,000 voices create a cacophony of cheers, holding up several signs. This is, in fact, the largest crowd SRW has ever had in a single building, breaking company records for prior PPV's. We move right to the announce table where Joe Koss and Mike Spazz are ready to go!
Koss: The final Pay Per View event of 2021, SRW Presents, THE FINAL COUNTDOWN! This is Joe Koss alongside Mike Spazz!
Spazz: Sup, Hetero life mate! This is Jersey, motherfuckers! I was born at the Shore Medical right at Somer's Point, just outside of AC! People rag on Jersey, but this building? It's hosted some of the most historic shit that has ever gone down in this entire state! Hockey Games, Concerts, Fights, Major fucking Wrestling events. Motherfuck man, we got a huge crowd up in here!
Koss: Indeed, it looks like the last three years have really grown our fanbase and this is a near sellout crowd! The building is nearly at full capacity and we have some great reasons for that!
Spazz: FILL THESE PEOPLE IN, for those who are watchin' at home and those who just wandered in without ever looking at the SRW Final Countdown poster!
Koss: Kicking the match off we have a Tornado Tag Team Elimination Hell in a Cell match for the Southern Cross Tag Championships!
Spazz: I would NOT wanna' be any member of the Influencer's right now 'cause all their enemies are in that cell with them together!
Koss: Indeed! Following that, a heated battle between Bianca Davis and Justice Cross involving tables!
Spazz: Bianca's double booked? She gonna' get her ass kicked TWICE dawg!
Koss: This is why you don't piss off the boss! The Hardcore Championship is being fought under Sadistic Madness rules with Kate Steele defending against Killer Carter, Juliet Black, and Vance Isaac Parker.
Spazz: Don't know why dude started mouthing off and acting up like he did. He always seemed like such a nice fucker.
Koss: Not anymore! We'll see if VIP survives his own hubris tonight. Following that, Luther Thunder will be defending his Ultimate Conquest Championship against the wrestler he put out on the shelf for quite some time, Coda, in an Inferno Match!
Spazz: First one we've had. Someone's gonna' get they ass whupped and cooked son!
Koss: Next comes a 30 minute Iron Man Match between Kendrick Kross and Griffin Hawkins!
Spazz: K2 was talking some serious shit before the start of the show, like how he was going to retire the Griffster.
Koss: Ironman matches are no joke! It could happen! The final match of the night is a hotly contested Title bout between CCM and Ursula Von Rossbach, looking to add another storied defense to her long title reign as Queen of the South.
Spazz: I don't know how Chucky Mill's is gonna' pull it off, but he just might find a way tonight!
Koss: The final Pay Per View event of 2021, SRW Presents, THE FINAL COUNTDOWN! This is Joe Koss alongside Mike Spazz!
Spazz: Sup, Hetero life mate! This is Jersey, motherfuckers! I was born at the Shore Medical right at Somer's Point, just outside of AC! People rag on Jersey, but this building? It's hosted some of the most historic shit that has ever gone down in this entire state! Hockey Games, Concerts, Fights, Major fucking Wrestling events. Motherfuck man, we got a huge crowd up in here!
Koss: Indeed, it looks like the last three years have really grown our fanbase and this is a near sellout crowd! The building is nearly at full capacity and we have some great reasons for that!
Spazz: FILL THESE PEOPLE IN, for those who are watchin' at home and those who just wandered in without ever looking at the SRW Final Countdown poster!
Koss: Kicking the match off we have a Tornado Tag Team Elimination Hell in a Cell match for the Southern Cross Tag Championships!
Spazz: I would NOT wanna' be any member of the Influencer's right now 'cause all their enemies are in that cell with them together!
Koss: Indeed! Following that, a heated battle between Bianca Davis and Justice Cross involving tables!
Spazz: Bianca's double booked? She gonna' get her ass kicked TWICE dawg!
Koss: This is why you don't piss off the boss! The Hardcore Championship is being fought under Sadistic Madness rules with Kate Steele defending against Killer Carter, Juliet Black, and Vance Isaac Parker.
Spazz: Don't know why dude started mouthing off and acting up like he did. He always seemed like such a nice fucker.
Koss: Not anymore! We'll see if VIP survives his own hubris tonight. Following that, Luther Thunder will be defending his Ultimate Conquest Championship against the wrestler he put out on the shelf for quite some time, Coda, in an Inferno Match!
Spazz: First one we've had. Someone's gonna' get they ass whupped and cooked son!
Koss: Next comes a 30 minute Iron Man Match between Kendrick Kross and Griffin Hawkins!
Spazz: K2 was talking some serious shit before the start of the show, like how he was going to retire the Griffster.
Koss: Ironman matches are no joke! It could happen! The final match of the night is a hotly contested Title bout between CCM and Ursula Von Rossbach, looking to add another storied defense to her long title reign as Queen of the South.
Spazz: I don't know how Chucky Mill's is gonna' pull it off, but he just might find a way tonight!
SEGMENTS
PRETTY COMMITTEE
Backstage inside the boardwalk hall, we see the Influencers in their private locker with all them dressed as glamorous as can be. With the Socialites Danielle and Vanessa Page holding onto their tag team titles dressed in a matching pair of black dresses, black high heel pumps, and black Gucci handbags. Veronica, a red dress, black pumps, and a black Chanel handbag. She is taking selfies despite the direness of the event, only one seems to be distraught the most and that is the Queen B who is dressed wearing a giant crown on her head, her cape, covering over a purple dress, black high heel boots, and black chanel handbag. The Queen soon says loudly in a disgusted tone.
Bianca Davis: That miserable wretch of an owner is once again trying to screw me, hell now all of us. How fair is it I have to wrestle two matches in one night, I am the Queen B the well one true Queen and this is how they treat us, and me on hashtag Give Thanks for Bianca month?
Veronica soon pipes up after her last selfie putting her hand on the shoulder of her best friend and Queen.
Veronica Taylor: Girl you know how it is, they can’t beat us fairly so they have to stack the decks but it’s okay because they are the “good” guys. I mean really what’s good about a bunch of smelly disgusting bikers, nerds, and freaks we got to go against. I mean let’s face it the true match these ugly disgusting bottom-feeding trolls want to see is The Pretty Committee vs The Socialites.
Vanessa Page: True, I mean it would be a match for the ages one of two teams of class, beauty, virtue, and intelligence. Not that Atlantic City deserves to see it I mean these casinos are totally run down.
Danielle Page: True that and the boardwalk so overrated, and this arena is a total dump I can’t believe Melinda had the gual to be like “Don’t Insult boardwalk hall” blah blah blah. Like really, tonight this sad city gets itself a dose of class courtesy of SRW’s it girls and were the tag team titles will be staying tonight The Influencers now I am thirst where is our water.
Bianca smiles as she rings a little bell, out comes Simon who just stands their as he says.
Simple Simon: Yes, Miss Davis?
Bianca shoots him a dirty look before pointing down as he knows what that means and he lowers her head and bows down before her. As she said, in a posh tone.
Bianca Davis: Now address me properly.
Simple Simon: Sorry Queen Bianca Davis, what do you wish?
Bianca smirks, nodding her head before saying. In the same posh tone.
Bianca Davis: Can you get us all bottles of water remembered chilled to five degrees celsius nothing above or below that can you do that properly?
Simon nods his head and heads off, as Bianca then turns back to her fellow Influencers.
Bianca Davis: Now ladies, tonight they think they have us down but we will show them one I will win both of my matches when I put that disgusting lowlife Justice Cross through a table, then one of our teams will outlast the plebs in front of us I mean the Skill Vendorz Dani , and Nessa you have already shown them that you’re better than them, when you became tag team champions.
Danielle Page: That we did, and they are still so bitter about it. The poor things, but we will give them, even more, to cry about. I mean we saved the tag team division when we became champions and no thanks for management.
Veronica Taylor: Rhodes, is always so ungrateful for the good work we do.
Vanessa Page: Tell me about it!
Soon enough Simon, comes back with each of the waters handing them to each of the ladies in the locker room, as they took a sip all spit it out at the same time disgusted as Bianca said.
Bianca Davis: Simon what are you trying to do poison us with water from New Jersey?!
Bianca points down as Simon bows down in front of them as each of them dump the rest on his head soaking the poor man. As they roll their eyes, in disgust as Bianca then says in disgust.
Bianca Davis: Now dry off and try again okay? And this time don’t get us the water meant for the shield maidens okay?
Veronica Taylor: Do hurry it up to because we have an adoring public awaiting our presence.
Vanessa Page: So they can be properly influenced by the most amazing, popular group in SRW.
Danielle Page: The prettiest to boot, tonight is going ot be a night of…
Influencers: POSITIVE INFLUENCE!
The Influencers soon shoo away Simon, as they let out a loud catty giggle as they talk among themselves before kicking the camera out of their locker room. As the scene then fades to black.
Bianca Davis: That miserable wretch of an owner is once again trying to screw me, hell now all of us. How fair is it I have to wrestle two matches in one night, I am the Queen B the well one true Queen and this is how they treat us, and me on hashtag Give Thanks for Bianca month?
Veronica soon pipes up after her last selfie putting her hand on the shoulder of her best friend and Queen.
Veronica Taylor: Girl you know how it is, they can’t beat us fairly so they have to stack the decks but it’s okay because they are the “good” guys. I mean really what’s good about a bunch of smelly disgusting bikers, nerds, and freaks we got to go against. I mean let’s face it the true match these ugly disgusting bottom-feeding trolls want to see is The Pretty Committee vs The Socialites.
Vanessa Page: True, I mean it would be a match for the ages one of two teams of class, beauty, virtue, and intelligence. Not that Atlantic City deserves to see it I mean these casinos are totally run down.
Danielle Page: True that and the boardwalk so overrated, and this arena is a total dump I can’t believe Melinda had the gual to be like “Don’t Insult boardwalk hall” blah blah blah. Like really, tonight this sad city gets itself a dose of class courtesy of SRW’s it girls and were the tag team titles will be staying tonight The Influencers now I am thirst where is our water.
Bianca smiles as she rings a little bell, out comes Simon who just stands their as he says.
Simple Simon: Yes, Miss Davis?
Bianca shoots him a dirty look before pointing down as he knows what that means and he lowers her head and bows down before her. As she said, in a posh tone.
Bianca Davis: Now address me properly.
Simple Simon: Sorry Queen Bianca Davis, what do you wish?
Bianca smirks, nodding her head before saying. In the same posh tone.
Bianca Davis: Can you get us all bottles of water remembered chilled to five degrees celsius nothing above or below that can you do that properly?
Simon nods his head and heads off, as Bianca then turns back to her fellow Influencers.
Bianca Davis: Now ladies, tonight they think they have us down but we will show them one I will win both of my matches when I put that disgusting lowlife Justice Cross through a table, then one of our teams will outlast the plebs in front of us I mean the Skill Vendorz Dani , and Nessa you have already shown them that you’re better than them, when you became tag team champions.
Danielle Page: That we did, and they are still so bitter about it. The poor things, but we will give them, even more, to cry about. I mean we saved the tag team division when we became champions and no thanks for management.
Veronica Taylor: Rhodes, is always so ungrateful for the good work we do.
Vanessa Page: Tell me about it!
Soon enough Simon, comes back with each of the waters handing them to each of the ladies in the locker room, as they took a sip all spit it out at the same time disgusted as Bianca said.
Bianca Davis: Simon what are you trying to do poison us with water from New Jersey?!
Bianca points down as Simon bows down in front of them as each of them dump the rest on his head soaking the poor man. As they roll their eyes, in disgust as Bianca then says in disgust.
Bianca Davis: Now dry off and try again okay? And this time don’t get us the water meant for the shield maidens okay?
Veronica Taylor: Do hurry it up to because we have an adoring public awaiting our presence.
Vanessa Page: So they can be properly influenced by the most amazing, popular group in SRW.
Danielle Page: The prettiest to boot, tonight is going ot be a night of…
Influencers: POSITIVE INFLUENCE!
The Influencers soon shoo away Simon, as they let out a loud catty giggle as they talk among themselves before kicking the camera out of their locker room. As the scene then fades to black.
HOUSE OF DIX & CODA
We head backstage where Tracy Dixon has a perturbed look on her face as Kara Harrington comes scurrying into shot.
Tracy: JEEPERS KARA, where the heck have you been? This match is on first, and I’m freaking out, I don’t like these hardcore matches, and you weren’t here, and... well, at least you’re here now.
Kara rolls her eyes.
Kara: Yeah. I’m busy, yeah? I had a lot of stuff to do tonight, and I figure I’d get it done before the match, just incase a biker bint goes full Kazama Kiryu and smashes a motorcycle over my head. They could have put it on later, it’s put my smuggling operations under serious time constraints.
Tracy: Your WHAT? What are you smuggling?
Kara: Stuff. Maybe an ex-lover, maybe a mace.
Tracy: You do NOT have a mace.
Kara: You don’t know that!!!
Tracy: Where is it then?
Kara: Uh...
At this moment, Coda, who has a big inferno match later in the night, is testing her leg out in the same backstage area.
Kara: YES! Coda! Hey Coda!
Kara scurries over to Coda, leaving Tracy looking confused.
Kara: I was supposed to meet an agent to hook me up with a mace. Is it you?
Coda stares at Kara stoically.
Kara: OH RIGHT, the passcode. Uh... the sausage is boiling above the stove.
Coda: Mace?
The SRW Ultimate Conquest championship contender repeats the word, as if attempting to put all this together.
Kara: Yeah, a mace! You know, the thing that causes untold facial damage to people. That mace!
The 5’6” kaiju starts to dig through her pocketbook, setting various objects aside onto a nearby storage container. A fidget spinner comes first. Then comes a cute white stuffed animal dog. Finally, she pulls out an aerosol container with the words “hair spray” on the label and hands it off to Kara with a polite smile.
Kara: Uh... thanks?
She takes the can as Tracy bursts out laughing.
Tracy: AHAHA! You don’t have a mace, you just got an aero-OW!!!
Kara sprays the aerosol at her, and Tracy manages to cover up, but it still stings her.
Kara: Huh. Neat.
She grins.
Kara: Thanks! How’s the leg holding up?
Coda looks down at her left knee and starts to do a squat to test its strength. She moves down and up slowly but doesn’t appear to wince in pain as she used to at the beginning of her rehabilitation.
Coda: It is not 100%, but it is good enough for tonight’s bout. You two know much about Luther Thunder?
Kara: I used to date his brother. From what he told me, he’s a massive bastard. Never had much to do with him myself, but my best friend used to date him. I’d call her up and ask, but she’s probably already drunk.
Coda pauses, then looks at Tracy with concern.
Coda: You are drunk?
Kara: OH, not her, my actual best friend.
Tracy: I’M RIGHT HERE, YOU TWO!
Kara glares at her.
Kara: Fine... Did you WANT to date Luther Thunder, because I think his wife may have something to say about that.
Dixon mutters under her breath.
Tracy: I’d rather date her, to be honest...
Kara: WHAT?!
Coda bites her lip and looks down at her feet until she hears her name.
Tracy: I was just asking, hey Coda, how do you stay so modest? I mean you are a kaiju and a rather violent individual, successful and yet sophisticated..asking for a friend btw.
She wink wink, nudge nudges towards Kara.
Coda: I do not know any other way to be.
Kara: Makes sense. We’re all a product of how we grew up. Either way, good luck tonight, yeah? I don’t have any personal issues with Luther myself, but... well, I do love a good vengeance gambit. Plus... he’s kinda been champion for a bazillion years. Getting a bit boring.
The American-Korean nods firmly.
Coda: His reign will end in fire.
With that, Coda packs her bag and turns to walk in the opposite direction down the hallway. Tracy turns to look at her partner who still is toying with the aerosol Then, the Seoul Samurai stops to add one more thing with her head turned to speak over her shoulder.
Coda: Thank you. Good luck in your tag team pursuits.
Kara: Thanks... AH! We gotta get to the ring! Come on Dix, it’s time for MAD VIOLENCE!!!
She grabs Tracy’s hand and drags her down the corridor; we hear Tracy yelping as we head back to ringside.
Tracy: JEEPERS KARA, where the heck have you been? This match is on first, and I’m freaking out, I don’t like these hardcore matches, and you weren’t here, and... well, at least you’re here now.
Kara rolls her eyes.
Kara: Yeah. I’m busy, yeah? I had a lot of stuff to do tonight, and I figure I’d get it done before the match, just incase a biker bint goes full Kazama Kiryu and smashes a motorcycle over my head. They could have put it on later, it’s put my smuggling operations under serious time constraints.
Tracy: Your WHAT? What are you smuggling?
Kara: Stuff. Maybe an ex-lover, maybe a mace.
Tracy: You do NOT have a mace.
Kara: You don’t know that!!!
Tracy: Where is it then?
Kara: Uh...
At this moment, Coda, who has a big inferno match later in the night, is testing her leg out in the same backstage area.
Kara: YES! Coda! Hey Coda!
Kara scurries over to Coda, leaving Tracy looking confused.
Kara: I was supposed to meet an agent to hook me up with a mace. Is it you?
Coda stares at Kara stoically.
Kara: OH RIGHT, the passcode. Uh... the sausage is boiling above the stove.
Coda: Mace?
The SRW Ultimate Conquest championship contender repeats the word, as if attempting to put all this together.
Kara: Yeah, a mace! You know, the thing that causes untold facial damage to people. That mace!
The 5’6” kaiju starts to dig through her pocketbook, setting various objects aside onto a nearby storage container. A fidget spinner comes first. Then comes a cute white stuffed animal dog. Finally, she pulls out an aerosol container with the words “hair spray” on the label and hands it off to Kara with a polite smile.
Kara: Uh... thanks?
She takes the can as Tracy bursts out laughing.
Tracy: AHAHA! You don’t have a mace, you just got an aero-OW!!!
Kara sprays the aerosol at her, and Tracy manages to cover up, but it still stings her.
Kara: Huh. Neat.
She grins.
Kara: Thanks! How’s the leg holding up?
Coda looks down at her left knee and starts to do a squat to test its strength. She moves down and up slowly but doesn’t appear to wince in pain as she used to at the beginning of her rehabilitation.
Coda: It is not 100%, but it is good enough for tonight’s bout. You two know much about Luther Thunder?
Kara: I used to date his brother. From what he told me, he’s a massive bastard. Never had much to do with him myself, but my best friend used to date him. I’d call her up and ask, but she’s probably already drunk.
Coda pauses, then looks at Tracy with concern.
Coda: You are drunk?
Kara: OH, not her, my actual best friend.
Tracy: I’M RIGHT HERE, YOU TWO!
Kara glares at her.
Kara: Fine... Did you WANT to date Luther Thunder, because I think his wife may have something to say about that.
Dixon mutters under her breath.
Tracy: I’d rather date her, to be honest...
Kara: WHAT?!
Coda bites her lip and looks down at her feet until she hears her name.
Tracy: I was just asking, hey Coda, how do you stay so modest? I mean you are a kaiju and a rather violent individual, successful and yet sophisticated..asking for a friend btw.
She wink wink, nudge nudges towards Kara.
Coda: I do not know any other way to be.
Kara: Makes sense. We’re all a product of how we grew up. Either way, good luck tonight, yeah? I don’t have any personal issues with Luther myself, but... well, I do love a good vengeance gambit. Plus... he’s kinda been champion for a bazillion years. Getting a bit boring.
The American-Korean nods firmly.
Coda: His reign will end in fire.
With that, Coda packs her bag and turns to walk in the opposite direction down the hallway. Tracy turns to look at her partner who still is toying with the aerosol Then, the Seoul Samurai stops to add one more thing with her head turned to speak over her shoulder.
Coda: Thank you. Good luck in your tag team pursuits.
Kara: Thanks... AH! We gotta get to the ring! Come on Dix, it’s time for MAD VIOLENCE!!!
She grabs Tracy’s hand and drags her down the corridor; we hear Tracy yelping as we head back to ringside.
GALLUS MAG
We cut backstage to the locker room belonging to Gallus Mag as we see Becca “Bruiser” Maguire sitting on a chair, fastening her boot laces while “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire is standing beside her, taping up her hands and wrists. Psycho glances over to the camera and then lightly slaps Bruiser on her arm with the back of her hand to get her attention, Bruiser finishes lacing up her boots and smacks the side of her foot before standing to her feet and looking into the camera.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Bet none o’ ya’ll expected to see Gallus fuckin’ Mag competin’ in this match, aye?! Well surprise bitches!
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, aeven though we did bae gettin asked, “Oi, whot bae takin’ ye s’long tae come up wit dis idaea?”
Bruiser glances over to her wife and shrugs before turning back to the camera.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Truth o’ the matter is we both wanted to have a go at bein’ singles competitors here, but all o’ that is in the past now! Tonight?! Gallus Mag are gonna shake up this fuckin’ tag team division! And what better way to start then by capturin’ those Tag Team Championships?
Psycho nods pointedly.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an’ th’ best part bae how th’ four Plastic Barbies… get locked inside… wit a group o’ taems tha all want tae baet their asses!
Bruiser nods as she folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye, it’s gonna be fun beatin’ the shite out o’ the Socialites and the Pretty Committee. But o’ course… they ain’t the only tag teams in this match with us, naw… coz we also got Twin Snakes… House o’ Dix… Skillz Vendorz… and o’ course our own fuckin’ Shieldmaiden sisters in Riot Group!
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Tha bae a lot of championships in tha group. Ale & Jack, th’ Vendorz an’ H.O.D. have all baen champs haer baefore!
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye! And this entire fuckin’ match is one big clusterfuck, ain’t it lass?! Seven teams… fourteen wrestlers all in the same rin’ at the same time… and inside a fuckin’ cell no less! But that’s the kinda shite we thrive on!
Psycho smiles.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, everyone haer bae saein’ how much I enjoy when there dinna bae any rules tae play by…
Bruiser nods as she grins sadistically.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Damn fuckin’ right! When it comes to Sorsh here? She’s one o’ the most hardcore lasses I’ve ever known! There’s a reason her nickname is fuckin’ Psycho!
Psycho shrugs, the smile becoming ever larger and brighter.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an’ th’ sight o’ whot is sure tae bae th’ looks on th’ barbies’ faces…
She gives her hand a chef’s kiss.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: It jess kinna get better than tha!
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye! They ain’t gonna be lookin’ in the mirror and seein’ a “pretty” face lookin’ back at them after we’ve beaten ‘em black and blue!
Bruiser cracks her knuckles, both women are almost salivating at the thought of what’s to come.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And no disrespect to the other tag teams in this match, we got a lot o’ respect for ya… that goes without sayin’ when it comes to our Shieldmaiden sisters… but it’s gonna be Gallus Mag on top! It’s gonna be Gallus Mag walkin’ out o’ that cell as the NEW SRW Southern Cross Tag Team Champions!
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye? Tha does bae soundin’ good, Lass.
Bruiser nods as she lifts her hood up over her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Tonight a new era begins! The era o’ Gallus Mag! Coz Hell is empty…
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: An’ th’ Maidens bae haer!
Bruiser then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth, makes the M shape with her hands and then pats Psycho on the back and the two walk off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Bet none o’ ya’ll expected to see Gallus fuckin’ Mag competin’ in this match, aye?! Well surprise bitches!
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, aeven though we did bae gettin asked, “Oi, whot bae takin’ ye s’long tae come up wit dis idaea?”
Bruiser glances over to her wife and shrugs before turning back to the camera.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Truth o’ the matter is we both wanted to have a go at bein’ singles competitors here, but all o’ that is in the past now! Tonight?! Gallus Mag are gonna shake up this fuckin’ tag team division! And what better way to start then by capturin’ those Tag Team Championships?
Psycho nods pointedly.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an’ th’ best part bae how th’ four Plastic Barbies… get locked inside… wit a group o’ taems tha all want tae baet their asses!
Bruiser nods as she folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye, it’s gonna be fun beatin’ the shite out o’ the Socialites and the Pretty Committee. But o’ course… they ain’t the only tag teams in this match with us, naw… coz we also got Twin Snakes… House o’ Dix… Skillz Vendorz… and o’ course our own fuckin’ Shieldmaiden sisters in Riot Group!
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Tha bae a lot of championships in tha group. Ale & Jack, th’ Vendorz an’ H.O.D. have all baen champs haer baefore!
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye! And this entire fuckin’ match is one big clusterfuck, ain’t it lass?! Seven teams… fourteen wrestlers all in the same rin’ at the same time… and inside a fuckin’ cell no less! But that’s the kinda shite we thrive on!
Psycho smiles.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, everyone haer bae saein’ how much I enjoy when there dinna bae any rules tae play by…
Bruiser nods as she grins sadistically.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Damn fuckin’ right! When it comes to Sorsh here? She’s one o’ the most hardcore lasses I’ve ever known! There’s a reason her nickname is fuckin’ Psycho!
Psycho shrugs, the smile becoming ever larger and brighter.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an’ th’ sight o’ whot is sure tae bae th’ looks on th’ barbies’ faces…
She gives her hand a chef’s kiss.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: It jess kinna get better than tha!
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye! They ain’t gonna be lookin’ in the mirror and seein’ a “pretty” face lookin’ back at them after we’ve beaten ‘em black and blue!
Bruiser cracks her knuckles, both women are almost salivating at the thought of what’s to come.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And no disrespect to the other tag teams in this match, we got a lot o’ respect for ya… that goes without sayin’ when it comes to our Shieldmaiden sisters… but it’s gonna be Gallus Mag on top! It’s gonna be Gallus Mag walkin’ out o’ that cell as the NEW SRW Southern Cross Tag Team Champions!
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye? Tha does bae soundin’ good, Lass.
Bruiser nods as she lifts her hood up over her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Tonight a new era begins! The era o’ Gallus Mag! Coz Hell is empty…
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: An’ th’ Maidens bae haer!
Bruiser then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth, makes the M shape with her hands and then pats Psycho on the back and the two walk off camera as we cut elsewhere.
RIOT GROUP & CODA
We head backstage where Coda walks the halls again to search for a locker room that reads “Shieldmaidens” on a plaque. Politely knocking, she waits until Bandit answers.
Bandit: Oh, hey, Coda. Come on in.
She opens the door wider and steps back to invite Coda inside the room with the rest of the assembled Shieldmaidens. When she does, the Ultimate Conquest championship contender looks around the room with wonder in her eyes before her attention falls on Bandit again.
Coda: How is your sister, Maisie?
Bandit smiles.
Bandit: Doing quite well, asks about you all the time.
Bullet nods.
Bullet: Es la verdad.
The American-Korean grins, then she looks around the room again.
Coda: I wanted to acknowledge the support that the Shieldmaidens have given me before I step into the ring against Luther Thunder tonight. This inferno match for the Ultimate Conquest Championship is indeed the biggest matchup of my SRW tenure thus far, and if I am to win that title, it will be because you and others have helped me get there.
Psycho smirks.
Psycho: Aye, Lass, tha we do, an’ we tank ye fer returning’ th’ favor.
Coda: Should either of you need assistance that I can offer, know I will be by your side the moment I am called.
Bandit nods.
Bandit: Thanks. Four of us get to basically fight each other tonight…
Psycho: An’ five utter teams as well.
Bullet: Inside a Hell In a Cell.
The Seoul Samurai nods.
Coda: Shieldmaidens have defeated tougher opposition before.
Bullet smiles.
Bullet: Es la verdad.
Bandit: It is.
Psycho: Aye.
Coda: I will leave you to prepare.
With that, Coda slinks out the locker room door and SRW Final Countdown continues.
SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
TORNADO TAG TEAM ELIMINATION HELL IN A CELL MATCH
-THE SOCIALITES (C)-VS-TWIN SNAKES-VS-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-RIOT GROUP-VS-SKILLZ VENDORZ-VS-GALLUS MAG-
TORNADO TAG TEAM ELIMINATION HELL IN A CELL MATCH
-THE SOCIALITES (C)-VS-TWIN SNAKES-VS-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-RIOT GROUP-VS-SKILLZ VENDORZ-VS-GALLUS MAG-
On one side, the entirety of the Socialites stand on one side, four wrestlers versus ten total standing across the ring from them. All of them have beef and with a giant steel structure surrounding the massive 30 foot ring, escape looks limited. The two groups rush and the Influencers all pull out perfume bottles, spraying clouds of noxious, eye-burning chemicals in the air of this no DQ match. This halts all ten aggressors, blinded with burning eyes and lungs, coughing hard as the Influencers roll out of the ring, reaching underneath to grab weapons. Bianca is the first in the ring since she's immune to the fragrance, leading the charge with a violent chair shot to Kara Harrington taking her off her feet. Veronica hops onto a turnbuckle and takes flight with a chair of her own, crashing down on Jamie Austin with a wicked diving chair shot! The Socialites are beating down both Skillz Vendors with kendo sticks. It’s absolute mayhem! Tracy Dixon runs headlong into a wicked chair shot from Bianca, who is barking orders and coordinating her team’s efforts! Alex and Bandit are the only ones who seem able to see, with Bullet pulling out a collapsing baton from her vest while Jackie whips out a length of chain! They promptly attack the tag team champions, peeling them off of the Skillz Vendors with Bullet beating down the Diamond Princess with her riot baton and Bandit choking out Vanessa Page with the chain! Bianca and Veronica save the tag champs and fellow Influencers attacking Bandit and Bullet with their chairs, but the initial advantage is over as Jonna and Jamie move in behind with battering fists. Jonna hits a beautiful sitout sideslam on Veronica while Jamie drops Bianca with a wicked full nelson slam! Tracy Dixon picks up and throws Danielle Page across the ring into the waiting arms of Bruiser Becca which then goes into a double team move with Psycho, THE STO BACKBREAKER! Psycho goes for the pin!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
DANIELLE PAGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Bruiser and Psycho then turn to see the Twin Snakes now working over Vanessa Page in the corner and rush in behind to hit Dual German Suplex pins!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHRRREE!!!
TWIN SNAKES HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Vanessa Page rolls out of the ring to escape and right into a diving Sammi Belmont with a wicked Suicide Dive Hurricanrana! Bianca Davis, meanwhile, fights off an oncoming Becca Bruiser with a set of brass knuckles! Psycho has Veronica Taylor in the corner, battering her with stomps when suddenly Kara Harrington catches her with a knee to the back! Psycho hits the turnbuckles and stumbles out of the corner right into THE MOONSHINE MAKEOVER! Kara falls across her for the pin!
ONE!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRREE!!
PSYCHO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Bianca Davis, meanwhile finds herself on the receiving end of a CHAOS CUTTER! But before Kara can make the pinfall, she’s bowled off her feet by Kat Cage’s SHADOW KICK!!! Outside the ring, Sammi Belmont has dominated Vanessa Page until a surprise low blow followed by ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD! Sammi goes down and Vanessa reaches through the ropes to pull Bianca Davis out of the pin to the outside! Kara rises up, fuming with anger by finds herself caught from behind with a hard running forearm shot to the back from Bullet, followed by THE PLATA O PLOMO!!!
Just as it seems Kara’s about to tap out, Tracy Dixon makes the save with a running boot to the back of Bullet’s head! This opens her up to a diving Bandit with a Crossbody, but Tracy catches her and runs to the nearest corner with Snake Eyes! Bandit’s jaw bounces off the turnbuckle and she spins around right into THE KENTUCY BLIND DATE SPLASH!!! Tracy beats her chest roaring “THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN’ BOUT!!”
FREEDOM PUNCH from Bruiser Becca rocks her right off her feet! Kat’s SHADOW KICK takes Bruiser down, who rolls out of the ring stunned! Bullet hits the ropes but is caught by the foot, dripped and pulled outside where now all three remaining members of the Influencers promptly batter her down by the apron! Kara Harrington rushes for the ropes Sling shot Suicide Body Press, taking down all of the Influencer’s simultaneously! Together she and Bullet rise as do the Influencer’s and with a nod, the two battle off the three women.
Back in the ring, Katrina Cage and Bandit are exchanging lefts and rights until Bandit hits a gut kick and THE ONE-ARMED BANDIT! She goes for the pin only for Sammi Belmont to slingshot over the ropes with a Senton Splash to break the pin attempt! Tracy Dixon steam rolls her with a clothesline upon getting up. She then sees the group battle going outside with Kara, Bandit, and the Influencer’s, gets a running start, and flies over the ropes to crash across all five women with an explosive Suicide Plancha, which gets a HUGE POP from the crowd! She helps Kara to her feet and the two then grab Veronica Taylor, hoist her up and toss her back into the ring!
Veronica gets to her feet, groggy as Kara and Tracy slide in behind her, rocking her with a double chop block! Then hoisting her up and hitting the KFC BARGAIN BUCKET! Kara makes the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHRRREEE!!!
VERONICA TAYLOR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Bullet comes back into the ring, catching Kara with a wicked boot to the head, then tears into Tracy Dizon with SWEATING BULLETS! Flurries of punches hammer into her body trunk, driving her back, before Bullet catches her with the DIOS ES UNA BALA RIPCORD ROARING ELBOW!!! Tracy goes down like a tree trunk and together, she and Bandit make the pin! ONE!!! TWO....
Before Kara can break it up, Bianca Davis and Vanessa Page move in from behind with a double team move THE BEAUTY IMPROVEMENT DOUBLE KNEE FACEBUSTER!!!
....TTHREE!!!
TRACY DIXON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Bianca and Vanessa duck out of the ring as The Skillz Vendorz go straight for them! Kara, angered by the loss of her tag partner, gathers up a steel chair while the Skillz Vendorz and Riot Group now battle it out. She slaps the chair to the canvas, getting Bandit’s attention first and *FFFWHHHAAACCCK!!!* The Steel Chair dents on impact with Bandit’s skull, busting her open! Bullet and the Vendorz turn and *WHACK! WHACK! FFFFWWHAACK!!!* All three eat steel chair shots from a pissed off Kara Harrington! Bullet fights back to her feet, bleary eyed but equally angry only to get hit in the gut with the chair, doubling her over. Kara drops the chair down and hits THE CHAOS CUTTER ON THE CHAIR!!! Bullet pops off and Kara goes for the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!
ALEX CARBAJAL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Kara sees Sammi getting to her feet and rushes in with a kick straight to her face shouting, “DID I TELL YOU TO GET BACK UP?!!!” She gathers her chair back up and turns right into a running boot from Bruiser Becca, slamming her own chair right into her face! The chair drops down. Bruiser gathers Kara up and hits THE KICKSTARTER ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!! Bruiser makes the pin! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!
KARA HARRINGTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
The only full Tag Team left is the Skillz Vendorz, the rest were but halved; Becca Maguire, Jackie Layton, Bianca Davis, and Vanessa Page. As the remaining fallen are escorted from the ring by security, attendants, and EMTs, the survivors now square off. Some are bleeding, others bruised, all look ready to fight. Becca roars, “MAKE A MOVE FUCKERS!!!!”
The ring erupts into violence as hands are thrown back and forth, even Bianca and Vanessa getting in on it. Though eventually Bianca takes a hard right from Bruiser that sends her rolling out of the ring! She promptly crawls under the ring as Vanessa Page is left to fend for herself!
Sammi and Katrina hit the CRASH TO DESKTOP DOUBLE TEAM ATTACK, drilling Vanessa dead center in the ring and Kat makes the pine! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTHRREE!!!
VANESSA PAGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Becca and Sammi slug it out while Kat is caught off guard by a wicked running knee from Jackie Latyon that absolutely flat backs her. Becca continues to keep Sammi occupied as Jackie hits THE SNOWBIRD SPLASH, hooking the leg for the pin on impact! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHREEE!!!
KATRINA CAGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Sammi manages to dropkick Becca up and over the ropes to the outside, then turns right into a stiff running forearm from Jackie as she gets up, staggering her. Bandit whips her to the ropes, the trips Sammi up with a drop toe hold into the ropes! Bandit goes for the DIVING DOUBLE KNEE DROP-NO! Sammi escapes out of the way, leaving Bandit to hit nothing but canvas knees first. Jackie gets to her feet, wincing as both knees are in agony and turns right into a standing Dropkick. Becca gets up on the apron and Sammi rocks her right off with a running elbow and in the same motion, climbs to the top rope and hits THE COMET 2 CSSP! On impact she hooks the leg! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHRREE!!!
JACKIE LAYTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Sammi gets to her feet, pumping her fist and excited, then turns to see Bruiser Becca sliding under the ropes and getting quickly to her feet. Sammi rushes for the far ropes, rebounds, ducks a front kick and hits the ropes on the opposite side, hopping on the ropes with a SATELLITE DDT!!! She then goes for the SHAKE, RATTLE, N’ ROLL, flopping about with a worm, pops up, and hits a Standing SSP, but Becca Rolls to the left and right to her feet! Sammi hits the mat but quickly recovers right into European Uppercut, staggering her. Becca pulls her into a front facelock, lifts her up and drops her feet on the ropes, then hits THE MAIDEN DDT! She immediately follows this up by dragging the dazed Sammi Belmont from the ropes and locking on FREYR’S SACRIFICE! Sammi struggles against the hold, trying to break free, move, something, anything to escape, but in the end, all she can do is tap out!
SAMMI BELMONT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
THE WINNER’S OF THIS MATCH AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: BECCA MAGUIRE AND BIANCA DAVIS!!!
Crowd and Mike Spazz: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Bianca Davis slides right into the ring, having hid underneath it the entire time to escape further punishment. Bruiser can only stare in stunned silence as Bianca accepts her newly “won” Tag Championship belt, handing one to Becca with a smug grin. All the while Bruiser is handed hers, numbly taking it in absolute shock.
Koss: I am in shock, but this is not the first time this has happened before in wrestling.
Spazz: They's gonna' disintegrate as a tag team! Mark my words, Joey!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
DANIELLE PAGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Bruiser and Psycho then turn to see the Twin Snakes now working over Vanessa Page in the corner and rush in behind to hit Dual German Suplex pins!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHRRREE!!!
TWIN SNAKES HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Vanessa Page rolls out of the ring to escape and right into a diving Sammi Belmont with a wicked Suicide Dive Hurricanrana! Bianca Davis, meanwhile, fights off an oncoming Becca Bruiser with a set of brass knuckles! Psycho has Veronica Taylor in the corner, battering her with stomps when suddenly Kara Harrington catches her with a knee to the back! Psycho hits the turnbuckles and stumbles out of the corner right into THE MOONSHINE MAKEOVER! Kara falls across her for the pin!
ONE!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRREE!!
PSYCHO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Bianca Davis, meanwhile finds herself on the receiving end of a CHAOS CUTTER! But before Kara can make the pinfall, she’s bowled off her feet by Kat Cage’s SHADOW KICK!!! Outside the ring, Sammi Belmont has dominated Vanessa Page until a surprise low blow followed by ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD! Sammi goes down and Vanessa reaches through the ropes to pull Bianca Davis out of the pin to the outside! Kara rises up, fuming with anger by finds herself caught from behind with a hard running forearm shot to the back from Bullet, followed by THE PLATA O PLOMO!!!
Just as it seems Kara’s about to tap out, Tracy Dixon makes the save with a running boot to the back of Bullet’s head! This opens her up to a diving Bandit with a Crossbody, but Tracy catches her and runs to the nearest corner with Snake Eyes! Bandit’s jaw bounces off the turnbuckle and she spins around right into THE KENTUCY BLIND DATE SPLASH!!! Tracy beats her chest roaring “THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN’ BOUT!!”
FREEDOM PUNCH from Bruiser Becca rocks her right off her feet! Kat’s SHADOW KICK takes Bruiser down, who rolls out of the ring stunned! Bullet hits the ropes but is caught by the foot, dripped and pulled outside where now all three remaining members of the Influencers promptly batter her down by the apron! Kara Harrington rushes for the ropes Sling shot Suicide Body Press, taking down all of the Influencer’s simultaneously! Together she and Bullet rise as do the Influencer’s and with a nod, the two battle off the three women.
Back in the ring, Katrina Cage and Bandit are exchanging lefts and rights until Bandit hits a gut kick and THE ONE-ARMED BANDIT! She goes for the pin only for Sammi Belmont to slingshot over the ropes with a Senton Splash to break the pin attempt! Tracy Dixon steam rolls her with a clothesline upon getting up. She then sees the group battle going outside with Kara, Bandit, and the Influencer’s, gets a running start, and flies over the ropes to crash across all five women with an explosive Suicide Plancha, which gets a HUGE POP from the crowd! She helps Kara to her feet and the two then grab Veronica Taylor, hoist her up and toss her back into the ring!
Veronica gets to her feet, groggy as Kara and Tracy slide in behind her, rocking her with a double chop block! Then hoisting her up and hitting the KFC BARGAIN BUCKET! Kara makes the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHRRREEE!!!
VERONICA TAYLOR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Bullet comes back into the ring, catching Kara with a wicked boot to the head, then tears into Tracy Dizon with SWEATING BULLETS! Flurries of punches hammer into her body trunk, driving her back, before Bullet catches her with the DIOS ES UNA BALA RIPCORD ROARING ELBOW!!! Tracy goes down like a tree trunk and together, she and Bandit make the pin! ONE!!! TWO....
Before Kara can break it up, Bianca Davis and Vanessa Page move in from behind with a double team move THE BEAUTY IMPROVEMENT DOUBLE KNEE FACEBUSTER!!!
....TTHREE!!!
TRACY DIXON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Bianca and Vanessa duck out of the ring as The Skillz Vendorz go straight for them! Kara, angered by the loss of her tag partner, gathers up a steel chair while the Skillz Vendorz and Riot Group now battle it out. She slaps the chair to the canvas, getting Bandit’s attention first and *FFFWHHHAAACCCK!!!* The Steel Chair dents on impact with Bandit’s skull, busting her open! Bullet and the Vendorz turn and *WHACK! WHACK! FFFFWWHAACK!!!* All three eat steel chair shots from a pissed off Kara Harrington! Bullet fights back to her feet, bleary eyed but equally angry only to get hit in the gut with the chair, doubling her over. Kara drops the chair down and hits THE CHAOS CUTTER ON THE CHAIR!!! Bullet pops off and Kara goes for the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!
ALEX CARBAJAL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Kara sees Sammi getting to her feet and rushes in with a kick straight to her face shouting, “DID I TELL YOU TO GET BACK UP?!!!” She gathers her chair back up and turns right into a running boot from Bruiser Becca, slamming her own chair right into her face! The chair drops down. Bruiser gathers Kara up and hits THE KICKSTARTER ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!! Bruiser makes the pin! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!
KARA HARRINGTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
The only full Tag Team left is the Skillz Vendorz, the rest were but halved; Becca Maguire, Jackie Layton, Bianca Davis, and Vanessa Page. As the remaining fallen are escorted from the ring by security, attendants, and EMTs, the survivors now square off. Some are bleeding, others bruised, all look ready to fight. Becca roars, “MAKE A MOVE FUCKERS!!!!”
The ring erupts into violence as hands are thrown back and forth, even Bianca and Vanessa getting in on it. Though eventually Bianca takes a hard right from Bruiser that sends her rolling out of the ring! She promptly crawls under the ring as Vanessa Page is left to fend for herself!
Sammi and Katrina hit the CRASH TO DESKTOP DOUBLE TEAM ATTACK, drilling Vanessa dead center in the ring and Kat makes the pine! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTHRREE!!!
VANESSA PAGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Becca and Sammi slug it out while Kat is caught off guard by a wicked running knee from Jackie Latyon that absolutely flat backs her. Becca continues to keep Sammi occupied as Jackie hits THE SNOWBIRD SPLASH, hooking the leg for the pin on impact! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHREEE!!!
KATRINA CAGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Sammi manages to dropkick Becca up and over the ropes to the outside, then turns right into a stiff running forearm from Jackie as she gets up, staggering her. Bandit whips her to the ropes, the trips Sammi up with a drop toe hold into the ropes! Bandit goes for the DIVING DOUBLE KNEE DROP-NO! Sammi escapes out of the way, leaving Bandit to hit nothing but canvas knees first. Jackie gets to her feet, wincing as both knees are in agony and turns right into a standing Dropkick. Becca gets up on the apron and Sammi rocks her right off with a running elbow and in the same motion, climbs to the top rope and hits THE COMET 2 CSSP! On impact she hooks the leg! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHRREE!!!
JACKIE LAYTON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Sammi gets to her feet, pumping her fist and excited, then turns to see Bruiser Becca sliding under the ropes and getting quickly to her feet. Sammi rushes for the far ropes, rebounds, ducks a front kick and hits the ropes on the opposite side, hopping on the ropes with a SATELLITE DDT!!! She then goes for the SHAKE, RATTLE, N’ ROLL, flopping about with a worm, pops up, and hits a Standing SSP, but Becca Rolls to the left and right to her feet! Sammi hits the mat but quickly recovers right into European Uppercut, staggering her. Becca pulls her into a front facelock, lifts her up and drops her feet on the ropes, then hits THE MAIDEN DDT! She immediately follows this up by dragging the dazed Sammi Belmont from the ropes and locking on FREYR’S SACRIFICE! Sammi struggles against the hold, trying to break free, move, something, anything to escape, but in the end, all she can do is tap out!
SAMMI BELMONT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
THE WINNER’S OF THIS MATCH AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: BECCA MAGUIRE AND BIANCA DAVIS!!!
Crowd and Mike Spazz: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Bianca Davis slides right into the ring, having hid underneath it the entire time to escape further punishment. Bruiser can only stare in stunned silence as Bianca accepts her newly “won” Tag Championship belt, handing one to Becca with a smug grin. All the while Bruiser is handed hers, numbly taking it in absolute shock.
Koss: I am in shock, but this is not the first time this has happened before in wrestling.
Spazz: They's gonna' disintegrate as a tag team! Mark my words, Joey!
LIVE BAND PERFORMANCE
We cut to the stage where Affiance stands, tuning up instruments before breaking into a live performance!!!
TABLES MATCH
-BIANCA DAVIS-VS-JUSTICE CROSS-
-BIANCA DAVIS-VS-JUSTICE CROSS-
Once the bell rings, Bianca rubs her aching lower back she sustained from the night’s opening contest. Justice Cross steps forward, joining her well-to-do rival in the center of the ring. The two shout back and forth until Cross jacks Queen B’s jaw with a right hook! Bianca’s neck cranks violently in the same direction, generating a boisterous cheer from the SRW fans until Justice gets punched in return. Boos swarm Atlantic City’s Boardwalk Hall. Cross replies with a jab, followed by Bianca’s swing with a pained expression on her face! The two trade blows with the enthusiastic crowd letting their voices be heard until Justice tries for a combination of body strikes. Bianca dodges. Foot stomp! Eye rake! When Cross turns, Davis hair pull takedowns her opponent! Now she’s showing off the clump of hair in her hands, complete with the roots!
Justice clutches her head in agony before Bianca tries to stomp on her throat. Just in time, she rolls. Climbing to her feet, she hits a running spinebuster on the Pretty Committee member. Bianca crumples to the mat, then rolls onto her stomach to relieve her throbbing back. Cross sits her opponent up into an abdominal stretch. Queen B shouts out in anguish, desperately pleading for the pain to stop when Justice transitions into an even more devastating octopus stretch. Just when it looks like Bianca might be out, her servant Simon stands on the apron with a bottle of perfume! He sprays it in Justice’s eyes to the crowd’s dismay, allowing Bianca to break the hold! The Pretty Committee member whips Justice through the ropes to ringside. Simon reaches underneath the ring apron to grab a table and sets it vertically against the barricade with Bianca’s help. The woman shouts at her devoted simp to pick Justice up, then hold her against the thin wooden table. He does so without complaint, Cross still dazed from the perfume spritzed into her sensitive eyes. Bianca Davis takes a few steps back and runs at her adversary with hate in her eyes when Justice overpowers Simon at the last possible moment and switches places with him! Beautiful Boot (big boot) to “Simp” Simon by “Queen B” Bianca Davis through the table against the barricade!!
Amid Bianca loudly chastising her minion for getting in the way of her boot, Justice shoulder blocks her over the barricade and into the New Jersey crowd! The fans try to touch her, which disgusts her to no end as she climbs back to her feet between the barrier and the front-row spectators. Finally, Cross pulls her into a front facelock, tugs her back, and hits Davis with the signature move Kamikaze (barricade-hung DDT)! Right onto the thin material separating Bianca’s face with concrete, too. Cross rubs her eyes and tries to take this time to recover, searching under the ring for another table. When she finds it under the ring, she sets it horizontally next to the apron. That’s when she’s blindsided! Justice narrowly dodges a Beauty Improvement Pass (curb stomp) from the interfering Veronica Taylor. After the roll, the fan-favorite takes a step back.
Now the two stare off face-to-face while Bianca and Simon groggily watch, seated alongside the barricade. Veronica isn’t 100% either. She was in the Hell In A Cell match, too. Even still, Taylor shouts abuse at the sore Missourian. Justice responds with frustration when the fight starts to break out! Punches and kicks fly with Veronica using dirty maneuvers until Cross tries to hit Lights Out (jumping cutter)! Before it can connect, Taylor shoves Justice back into the table. She’s on her knees leaning against it now, her head touching wood with her arms folded underneath. The crowd erupts in jeers as they realize Justice is in the perfect position for Veronica to hit her curb stomp through the table, and she tries just that! At the last possible second, though, Cross jumps and turns to reverse the Beauty Improvement Pass (curb stomp) into a Lights Out (jumping cutter) through the table!!
With Veronica Taylor and “Simp” Simon put through tables, an exhausted Justice Cross looks in the direction of a defenseless Bianca Davis! The crowd goes wild at this revelation, watching as Justice hobbles towards her foe with fire in her eyes. Bianca looks worried, trying to wake up Simon or Veronica with desperate shouts before Cross picks her off the ground. Irish whipped into the ring, Justice watches as her opponent rolls underneath the ropes before grabbing the third table. Sliding it in the ring, she climbs in after it and leans against the ropes to try to catch her breath. Bianca finally gets to her feet on her own power with difficulty, and the two look at each other from their corners just like how the match started.
Bianca finally hits Justice with the Beautiful Boot (big boot) into the corner, then catches her reeling opponent with her bestie’s finisher, Beauty Improvement Pass (curb stomp)! She taunts the unhappy audience with a haughty laugh, then winches in pain as she couches down to set the table. One leg pops out, then the other. It stands in the middle of the ring while Justice writhes with her hands grabbing the back of her head. Finally, Davis picks her opponent off the mat and drags her onto the table. The two face each other on top of the table now when Bianca grabs Justice’s hair tight! Bianca prepares to hit the Queen’s Makeover (sitout facebuster) when Cross pulls back, screaming in pain as she inadvertently pulls her hair hardbefore hitting a final Lights Out (jumping cutter) through the table for the win!!
WINNER: JUSTICE CROSS!!!
Koss: Justice definitely winning with authority!
Spazz: Fuckin' intense son! That's what she's known for!
Justice clutches her head in agony before Bianca tries to stomp on her throat. Just in time, she rolls. Climbing to her feet, she hits a running spinebuster on the Pretty Committee member. Bianca crumples to the mat, then rolls onto her stomach to relieve her throbbing back. Cross sits her opponent up into an abdominal stretch. Queen B shouts out in anguish, desperately pleading for the pain to stop when Justice transitions into an even more devastating octopus stretch. Just when it looks like Bianca might be out, her servant Simon stands on the apron with a bottle of perfume! He sprays it in Justice’s eyes to the crowd’s dismay, allowing Bianca to break the hold! The Pretty Committee member whips Justice through the ropes to ringside. Simon reaches underneath the ring apron to grab a table and sets it vertically against the barricade with Bianca’s help. The woman shouts at her devoted simp to pick Justice up, then hold her against the thin wooden table. He does so without complaint, Cross still dazed from the perfume spritzed into her sensitive eyes. Bianca Davis takes a few steps back and runs at her adversary with hate in her eyes when Justice overpowers Simon at the last possible moment and switches places with him! Beautiful Boot (big boot) to “Simp” Simon by “Queen B” Bianca Davis through the table against the barricade!!
Amid Bianca loudly chastising her minion for getting in the way of her boot, Justice shoulder blocks her over the barricade and into the New Jersey crowd! The fans try to touch her, which disgusts her to no end as she climbs back to her feet between the barrier and the front-row spectators. Finally, Cross pulls her into a front facelock, tugs her back, and hits Davis with the signature move Kamikaze (barricade-hung DDT)! Right onto the thin material separating Bianca’s face with concrete, too. Cross rubs her eyes and tries to take this time to recover, searching under the ring for another table. When she finds it under the ring, she sets it horizontally next to the apron. That’s when she’s blindsided! Justice narrowly dodges a Beauty Improvement Pass (curb stomp) from the interfering Veronica Taylor. After the roll, the fan-favorite takes a step back.
Now the two stare off face-to-face while Bianca and Simon groggily watch, seated alongside the barricade. Veronica isn’t 100% either. She was in the Hell In A Cell match, too. Even still, Taylor shouts abuse at the sore Missourian. Justice responds with frustration when the fight starts to break out! Punches and kicks fly with Veronica using dirty maneuvers until Cross tries to hit Lights Out (jumping cutter)! Before it can connect, Taylor shoves Justice back into the table. She’s on her knees leaning against it now, her head touching wood with her arms folded underneath. The crowd erupts in jeers as they realize Justice is in the perfect position for Veronica to hit her curb stomp through the table, and she tries just that! At the last possible second, though, Cross jumps and turns to reverse the Beauty Improvement Pass (curb stomp) into a Lights Out (jumping cutter) through the table!!
With Veronica Taylor and “Simp” Simon put through tables, an exhausted Justice Cross looks in the direction of a defenseless Bianca Davis! The crowd goes wild at this revelation, watching as Justice hobbles towards her foe with fire in her eyes. Bianca looks worried, trying to wake up Simon or Veronica with desperate shouts before Cross picks her off the ground. Irish whipped into the ring, Justice watches as her opponent rolls underneath the ropes before grabbing the third table. Sliding it in the ring, she climbs in after it and leans against the ropes to try to catch her breath. Bianca finally gets to her feet on her own power with difficulty, and the two look at each other from their corners just like how the match started.
Bianca finally hits Justice with the Beautiful Boot (big boot) into the corner, then catches her reeling opponent with her bestie’s finisher, Beauty Improvement Pass (curb stomp)! She taunts the unhappy audience with a haughty laugh, then winches in pain as she couches down to set the table. One leg pops out, then the other. It stands in the middle of the ring while Justice writhes with her hands grabbing the back of her head. Finally, Davis picks her opponent off the mat and drags her onto the table. The two face each other on top of the table now when Bianca grabs Justice’s hair tight! Bianca prepares to hit the Queen’s Makeover (sitout facebuster) when Cross pulls back, screaming in pain as she inadvertently pulls her hair hardbefore hitting a final Lights Out (jumping cutter) through the table for the win!!
WINNER: JUSTICE CROSS!!!
Koss: Justice definitely winning with authority!
Spazz: Fuckin' intense son! That's what she's known for!
SEGMENTS
JULIET BLACK
JULIET BLACK
The screen flickered, bursts of static dispersed between black and white pans of derelict buildings, darkened alleyways, anywhere most sane people would not want to be. The final shot though, clear and in colour, was none other than the longest reigning Hardcore Champion, Juliet Black.
Black: Things have come to my attention in recent times, that I'm nothing more than a joke, someone who can't wrestle, forced to do Deathmatches and has had her arse so severely kicked in recent times that she won't be taken seriously as a threat anymore.
Juliet closed her eyes, the tattooed Dubliner paused in thought.
Black: Fuck's sake even with my recent track record, I think I'm a fuckin' joke. I've gone from being the most terrifying entity in this company to the one that just became easy fuckin' pickin's. Because I've never been afraid to bleed, it caught up with me. But I've never been one to admit my own illness as a weakness. So, I kept my mouth shut for a time, and made sure I got my fuckin' health back to where it should be.
The camera panned back, revealling that Juliet was stood in a cargo container, surrounded by reels of barbed wire, boxes of light tubes, panes of glass, three pin electrical plugs, everything the enterprising deathmatch wrestler could stick things together to create unusual and painful weapons for contests.
Black: The bad news, if you're the Champion, Kate Steele, or have the name of Kara Harrington or that prick VIP or whatever he fuckin' calls himself, the toughest, sickest, most twisted fuckin' cunt who ever stepped foot in this division is back at full power, and twice as severely pissed off than you'd fuckin' remember her. Even if I don't win the gold, you can bet yer arse that I am defending the legacy I left behind when I ruled the Hardcore division with a fist of steel and a broken light tube attached to a lump hammer.
Then it appeared, that vicious grin.
Black: There will be no luck o'the Irish for anyone in this match, if the rules say I have to bleed you then you'll be ripped oven by any of my toys you can find in here, then all it'll take is one well placed Blackout or a Fade to Black and the belt that is my bloody legacy, will come back to hell.
And with that, Juliet lashed forward, knocking the camera operator out of the container followed by the Dubliner slamming the container door with her still inside of it...
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
The shot opens first with whom we now know as Karla Davison, met only a few nights ago during the unscheduled, unabashed tell-all interview she held with now one of the most controversial SRW stars, Vance Isaac Parker. She was just entering the building with a set of rolling luggage following behind her. She was dressed in black pants and a pink leather jacket unzipped, hanging over a v-neck styled VIP “wolfpac” official licensed CWCG merch t-shirt. A pair of dark sunglasses covered her eyes. Rushing down the hall to meet her, was an SRW intern journalist, armed with a microphone…
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: Karla, Karla! Karla...Davison, right? From a couple nights ago.
Karla lowers her glasses an inch before nodding at the man.
Karla Davison: Yes? Is there something I can do for you?
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: I-I-I well I’ve been tasked with tracking down you as the host of the most talked about sit-down interview as of late, and I have to ask why you did it...but I don’t see your partner in crime -
Right on cue, Vance Isaac Parker walked in through the door, matching shades on his face, and adorned in his now signature diamond-encrusted suit.
Vance Isaac Parker: Crime? So I’m a criminal now, because I spoke my mind?
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: Well, no, I-I-I didn’t mean it like that. It was just a playful jab…
Vance Isaac Parker: So you admit your idea of ‘play’ is to call my expert mixologist and I criminals because we refused to adhere to some ages old rhetoric?
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: ………………….
Karla Davison: You are in the presence of the fastest rising star this company has seen in quite some time. It would be advisable to tread lightly in his presence.
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it…
Vance Isaac Parker: This is taking too long. Do you have a purpose for delaying my entrance to the venue?
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: W-Well yes, actually. I’we all heard your candid remarks about this company, and the owner herself Melinda Rhodes. We all see how she has responded to that, even losing her cool publicly and punishing you in this ultra violent match. But, why did you do it? Smarting off at your employer is one quick way to end up in the unemployment line…
Vance Isaac Parker: I thought you said you listened to my interview? You would know then, that I took matters into my own hands because I know my worth is far greater than what the company was giving to me. Miss Rhodes was angry...but you have to ask was it at myself, or herself because she hated that I was right. Yes, I have this pay-per-view appearance now, and yes it is for a championship, barbaric as the conditions may be. But I did not say what I said solely for personal gain...that’s just a nice perk.
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: And you really believe change will be had with one unscheduled six minute interview recording?
Karla Davison: Change is a gradual effect, is it not?
Vance Isaac Parker: Radical changes create unwanted distortions. If my comments make Miss Rhodes see the light, and one less person is stuck in catering with nothing to do, then my comments were a success. The bigger picture however, is getting everybody to rise up, and take charge. To control their own narratives and write their own destinies. Miss Rhodes doesn’t even have to do anything but sign the checks…
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: A noble goal, even if the execution could have been more constructive…
Vance Isaac Parker: What’s your name?
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: It’s Mitch. Why do you ask?
Vance Isaac Parker: I just wanted to remember the name of the lowly intern that I’ve never seen around this company that apparently thinks he knows more than a man that’s been acting in Hollywood since he was six years old, about how to stand up for what belongs to him.
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: ………………….
Being unable to utter even a single word, Mitchs’ face turns seven shades of red.
Karla Davison: Are we done asking these pointless questions? Vance really needs to get to his dressing room to start preparing for his match.
Mitch again remains silent, this time his shoulders slump and his head lowers.
Vance Isaac Parker: It doesn’t feel too good, does it? Next time, if there even is a next time for you, you should do better research and not ask dumb questions literally answered in the sit-down interview you referenced.
Karla Davison: But hey, Mitch, look on the bright side. The VIP Show just came to Mitch town, population you…
Vance Isaac Parker: And YOU had a front row seat!
VIP and Karla casually turn their backs to Mitch and push their sunglasses back up the bridge of their noses as they walk away into the distance, ready to begin preparations for the big Hardcore title match later this evening. Live, at Final Countdown.
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: Karla, Karla! Karla...Davison, right? From a couple nights ago.
Karla lowers her glasses an inch before nodding at the man.
Karla Davison: Yes? Is there something I can do for you?
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: I-I-I well I’ve been tasked with tracking down you as the host of the most talked about sit-down interview as of late, and I have to ask why you did it...but I don’t see your partner in crime -
Right on cue, Vance Isaac Parker walked in through the door, matching shades on his face, and adorned in his now signature diamond-encrusted suit.
Vance Isaac Parker: Crime? So I’m a criminal now, because I spoke my mind?
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: Well, no, I-I-I didn’t mean it like that. It was just a playful jab…
Vance Isaac Parker: So you admit your idea of ‘play’ is to call my expert mixologist and I criminals because we refused to adhere to some ages old rhetoric?
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: ………………….
Karla Davison: You are in the presence of the fastest rising star this company has seen in quite some time. It would be advisable to tread lightly in his presence.
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it…
Vance Isaac Parker: This is taking too long. Do you have a purpose for delaying my entrance to the venue?
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: W-Well yes, actually. I’we all heard your candid remarks about this company, and the owner herself Melinda Rhodes. We all see how she has responded to that, even losing her cool publicly and punishing you in this ultra violent match. But, why did you do it? Smarting off at your employer is one quick way to end up in the unemployment line…
Vance Isaac Parker: I thought you said you listened to my interview? You would know then, that I took matters into my own hands because I know my worth is far greater than what the company was giving to me. Miss Rhodes was angry...but you have to ask was it at myself, or herself because she hated that I was right. Yes, I have this pay-per-view appearance now, and yes it is for a championship, barbaric as the conditions may be. But I did not say what I said solely for personal gain...that’s just a nice perk.
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: And you really believe change will be had with one unscheduled six minute interview recording?
Karla Davison: Change is a gradual effect, is it not?
Vance Isaac Parker: Radical changes create unwanted distortions. If my comments make Miss Rhodes see the light, and one less person is stuck in catering with nothing to do, then my comments were a success. The bigger picture however, is getting everybody to rise up, and take charge. To control their own narratives and write their own destinies. Miss Rhodes doesn’t even have to do anything but sign the checks…
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: A noble goal, even if the execution could have been more constructive…
Vance Isaac Parker: What’s your name?
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: It’s Mitch. Why do you ask?
Vance Isaac Parker: I just wanted to remember the name of the lowly intern that I’ve never seen around this company that apparently thinks he knows more than a man that’s been acting in Hollywood since he was six years old, about how to stand up for what belongs to him.
Person-Tasked-with-A-Mic: ………………….
Being unable to utter even a single word, Mitchs’ face turns seven shades of red.
Karla Davison: Are we done asking these pointless questions? Vance really needs to get to his dressing room to start preparing for his match.
Mitch again remains silent, this time his shoulders slump and his head lowers.
Vance Isaac Parker: It doesn’t feel too good, does it? Next time, if there even is a next time for you, you should do better research and not ask dumb questions literally answered in the sit-down interview you referenced.
Karla Davison: But hey, Mitch, look on the bright side. The VIP Show just came to Mitch town, population you…
Vance Isaac Parker: And YOU had a front row seat!
VIP and Karla casually turn their backs to Mitch and push their sunglasses back up the bridge of their noses as they walk away into the distance, ready to begin preparations for the big Hardcore title match later this evening. Live, at Final Countdown.
KATE STEELE
The cameras are rolling as our image lands on that of Kate Steele. The Hardcore Championship is around a shoulder as her eyes move to that of the camera. Her eyes light right up as she nods her head passionately. She takes a long deep breath as she adjusts her championship and begins to speak right into the lens.
Kate: Long behold it looks like we are at that point once again. Standing before you is the most defending champion in the company today. Every single event I always go out to that ring and I always go all out. I give every single bit of myself and I will be damn if I don’t walk away as a winner. As I look at all of you and this championship that is over my shoulder. I have come to the conclusion that I hold the second longest reign as a Hardcore Champion EVER in this company.
Kate smirks nodding her head as she speaks some more.
Kate: What that should tell you is that my skill set has lasted the test of time. I am the cream of the crop and I damn sure a little badass. I don’t give a damn who finds their way in that ring with me. When this hardcore championship is at stake I pull out all the stops and I will defy the odds and continue showcasing why I am a champion in the first place. SRW keeps sending the challengers and I keep proving the masses wrong and I will always find a way to overcome the odds because I know I am that good.
Kate shakes her head.
Kate: You think I am content with just having the second longest reign of all time?! Definitely not! I don’t want to stop there. I want to go beyond that. I want to be remembered as being the best and that is why it is my goal to surpass the woman with the longest reign in the company. I need to hold this championship past Christmas and the New Year and I will go down in history as the best ever. That’s all I need to do and I will share no honors with anybody. What that means I just need to keep fighting and that message continues with this big match tonight right here in the heart of Atlantic City.
Kate chuckles as she looks at her title.
Kate: Tonight might be the hardest challenge yet because I not only have to defned my title against one person but three other opponents. Each of them are going to be gunning for me and they will want to make a name for their career. Inside of this match you have VIP… Vance is a man who knows what it is like to be a champion. Elsewhere he is a champion although when it comes to here he has an issue with being in such a barbaric environment but it’s whatever because a title is a title right?!
Kate forms a serious expression as she shakes her head.
Kate: No… It’s not JUST a TITLE it’s MY TITLE and I will be damn if I let you waltz in here and tske what I worked hard to win. You can carry that energy to wherever else you might wrestle at but right here in SRW this is my division and you won’t have the storybook ending you are looking for. It’s not just him either. Juliet Black the woman who holds the longest reign is getting yet ANOTHER championship shot. I know for a fact that I have already beat her. The same way I have already beaten Killer Kara. So that means I am in the ring with a woman I already beat. The woman I TOOK the title from and a man who doesn’t care for barbaric situations. What that sounds like to me is I am going to beat the snot out of some wankers. Nobody will get close to my title.
Kate holds her title into the air as she keeps her eyes locked on it.
Kate: However if they want it all they need to do is beat me. Hell in a match like this one needs to BLEED before they are eligible for elimination. Try doing whatever you can to make me bleed. I am not afraid of a little blood. I am not afraid to get my hands dirty and I damn sure won’t hesitate to do whatever is necessary to defend my title. So bring it on… I will be waiting and by the end of everything I will still be the champion!
Kate cracks a wicked grin as she holds her title up and we go to elsewhere.
Kate: Long behold it looks like we are at that point once again. Standing before you is the most defending champion in the company today. Every single event I always go out to that ring and I always go all out. I give every single bit of myself and I will be damn if I don’t walk away as a winner. As I look at all of you and this championship that is over my shoulder. I have come to the conclusion that I hold the second longest reign as a Hardcore Champion EVER in this company.
Kate smirks nodding her head as she speaks some more.
Kate: What that should tell you is that my skill set has lasted the test of time. I am the cream of the crop and I damn sure a little badass. I don’t give a damn who finds their way in that ring with me. When this hardcore championship is at stake I pull out all the stops and I will defy the odds and continue showcasing why I am a champion in the first place. SRW keeps sending the challengers and I keep proving the masses wrong and I will always find a way to overcome the odds because I know I am that good.
Kate shakes her head.
Kate: You think I am content with just having the second longest reign of all time?! Definitely not! I don’t want to stop there. I want to go beyond that. I want to be remembered as being the best and that is why it is my goal to surpass the woman with the longest reign in the company. I need to hold this championship past Christmas and the New Year and I will go down in history as the best ever. That’s all I need to do and I will share no honors with anybody. What that means I just need to keep fighting and that message continues with this big match tonight right here in the heart of Atlantic City.
Kate chuckles as she looks at her title.
Kate: Tonight might be the hardest challenge yet because I not only have to defned my title against one person but three other opponents. Each of them are going to be gunning for me and they will want to make a name for their career. Inside of this match you have VIP… Vance is a man who knows what it is like to be a champion. Elsewhere he is a champion although when it comes to here he has an issue with being in such a barbaric environment but it’s whatever because a title is a title right?!
Kate forms a serious expression as she shakes her head.
Kate: No… It’s not JUST a TITLE it’s MY TITLE and I will be damn if I let you waltz in here and tske what I worked hard to win. You can carry that energy to wherever else you might wrestle at but right here in SRW this is my division and you won’t have the storybook ending you are looking for. It’s not just him either. Juliet Black the woman who holds the longest reign is getting yet ANOTHER championship shot. I know for a fact that I have already beat her. The same way I have already beaten Killer Kara. So that means I am in the ring with a woman I already beat. The woman I TOOK the title from and a man who doesn’t care for barbaric situations. What that sounds like to me is I am going to beat the snot out of some wankers. Nobody will get close to my title.
Kate holds her title into the air as she keeps her eyes locked on it.
Kate: However if they want it all they need to do is beat me. Hell in a match like this one needs to BLEED before they are eligible for elimination. Try doing whatever you can to make me bleed. I am not afraid of a little blood. I am not afraid to get my hands dirty and I damn sure won’t hesitate to do whatever is necessary to defend my title. So bring it on… I will be waiting and by the end of everything I will still be the champion!
Kate cracks a wicked grin as she holds her title up and we go to elsewhere.
KILLER CARTER
We cut backstage to the outside of the locker room belonging to Killer Carter, the door opens and the behemoth steps out and closes the door behind her as Monty Proust approaches her.
Monty Proust: Carter? May I get a quick word with you.
Straightening out her sleeveless leather jacket, she nods to the interviewer.
Monty Proust: Well originally, you weren’t scheduled to compete tonight, however due to some issues that Mrs. Rhodes had with Mr. Vance Isaac Parker, you along with Juliet Black were added to the Sadistic Madness match for the Hardcore Championship. What are your thoughts on all of this?
KC smirks as she folds her tree trunk like arms across her broad chest and shrugs.
Killer Carter: It’s funny how things work out sometimes, Monty. One minute I was expecting to take a night off, I was gonna sit back and watch the show… then the next minute… I have the chance to get the Hardcore Championship back.
She snarls.
Killer Carter: As for the reason why I was added to the match? I guess Rhodes trusts me enough to send a message… and I plan on doing exactly that.
The behemoth then turns her attention to the camera.
Killer Carter: You see, Parker… you gotta take that head of yours out of your ass and realize something. This ain’t fucking Hollywood! This is professional wrestling! And yeah, you may be a star on the silver screen… but here? You ain’t shit until you make a name for yourself! And before you open that big dumb mouth of yours? I know what you’re going to say… well cry me a fucking river, bitch! You ain’t booked? Fucking show up anyway and give management a reason to put you on the card again! Don’t sit at home with your thumb up your ass and cry over not being booked because you believe you should be at every single show because of your “star status”! When I’m not booked… I show up anyway and I fucking REMIND people who the fuck I am and what I am capable of! Hell… at the last show… I even sent a message to the Queen of the South Champion, Ursula Von Rossbach!
Carter glances back over to Proust.
Killer Carter: And as far as Juliet Black and Kate Steele go? Well, I don’t like either of them. Juliet Black is a stuck up bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else and gets all up in her feels if she believes someone is being treated better than her! And as for Kate Steele? Don’t get me wrong, she’s a tough bitch… after all… she did take the Hardcore Championship from me, but she doesn’t know if she’s coming or going! One minute she’s being respectful and the next she’s dumping on everyone else and acting like she’s hot shit! She’s a fucking two-faced bitch and I can’t wait to put all three of these fuckers in their place tonight. The fact you’ve got to make your opponent bleed before being able to pin or submit them to eliminate them, well that’s just the cherry on top! I live for this kinda chaos!
The interviewer nods.
Monty Proust: Well before you go, you mentioned earlier about the moment you called out Ursual Von Rossbach. She’s yet to respond, so how do you feel about that?
Killer Carter: She’s busy. I understand. Or maybe she wasn’t paying attention, who knows. If it turns out that she wasn’t paying attention? I’ll make sure she starts. Because if she manages to get past C.C.M. tonight? Well like I said the other week… I know that I can beat her and take that Queen of the South Championship from her.
Monty Proust: Well Carter, thank you for your time and good luck tonight.
The behemoth nods before she walks past Proust and disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Monty Proust: Carter? May I get a quick word with you.
Straightening out her sleeveless leather jacket, she nods to the interviewer.
Monty Proust: Well originally, you weren’t scheduled to compete tonight, however due to some issues that Mrs. Rhodes had with Mr. Vance Isaac Parker, you along with Juliet Black were added to the Sadistic Madness match for the Hardcore Championship. What are your thoughts on all of this?
KC smirks as she folds her tree trunk like arms across her broad chest and shrugs.
Killer Carter: It’s funny how things work out sometimes, Monty. One minute I was expecting to take a night off, I was gonna sit back and watch the show… then the next minute… I have the chance to get the Hardcore Championship back.
She snarls.
Killer Carter: As for the reason why I was added to the match? I guess Rhodes trusts me enough to send a message… and I plan on doing exactly that.
The behemoth then turns her attention to the camera.
Killer Carter: You see, Parker… you gotta take that head of yours out of your ass and realize something. This ain’t fucking Hollywood! This is professional wrestling! And yeah, you may be a star on the silver screen… but here? You ain’t shit until you make a name for yourself! And before you open that big dumb mouth of yours? I know what you’re going to say… well cry me a fucking river, bitch! You ain’t booked? Fucking show up anyway and give management a reason to put you on the card again! Don’t sit at home with your thumb up your ass and cry over not being booked because you believe you should be at every single show because of your “star status”! When I’m not booked… I show up anyway and I fucking REMIND people who the fuck I am and what I am capable of! Hell… at the last show… I even sent a message to the Queen of the South Champion, Ursula Von Rossbach!
Carter glances back over to Proust.
Killer Carter: And as far as Juliet Black and Kate Steele go? Well, I don’t like either of them. Juliet Black is a stuck up bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else and gets all up in her feels if she believes someone is being treated better than her! And as for Kate Steele? Don’t get me wrong, she’s a tough bitch… after all… she did take the Hardcore Championship from me, but she doesn’t know if she’s coming or going! One minute she’s being respectful and the next she’s dumping on everyone else and acting like she’s hot shit! She’s a fucking two-faced bitch and I can’t wait to put all three of these fuckers in their place tonight. The fact you’ve got to make your opponent bleed before being able to pin or submit them to eliminate them, well that’s just the cherry on top! I live for this kinda chaos!
The interviewer nods.
Monty Proust: Well before you go, you mentioned earlier about the moment you called out Ursual Von Rossbach. She’s yet to respond, so how do you feel about that?
Killer Carter: She’s busy. I understand. Or maybe she wasn’t paying attention, who knows. If it turns out that she wasn’t paying attention? I’ll make sure she starts. Because if she manages to get past C.C.M. tonight? Well like I said the other week… I know that I can beat her and take that Queen of the South Championship from her.
Monty Proust: Well Carter, thank you for your time and good luck tonight.
The behemoth nods before she walks past Proust and disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
SADISTIC MADNESS FATAL FOURWAY ELIMINATION MATCH
(To win you must bleed your opponent before pinning or submitting them for elimination)
-KATE STEELE (C)-VS-VANCE ISAAC PARKER-VS-JULIET BLACK-VS-KILLER CARTER-
(To win you must bleed your opponent before pinning or submitting them for elimination)
-KATE STEELE (C)-VS-VANCE ISAAC PARKER-VS-JULIET BLACK-VS-KILLER CARTER-
The match begins with almost everyone armed and ready to go, Juliet with wrapped light tubes, Killer Carter with a barbwire kendo stick, Kate Steel with barbwire wrapped steel chair, and what does VIP do? Scoff at them and mock the three for needing weapons…
They each go after him and in an infuriating turn of events, he ducks and weaves through their attacks, even getting Kate Steel bloodied off the bat from a missed swing by Juliet shattering her light tubes and busting the champion wide open! Killer Carter manages to draw blood next on Juliet, raking her across the back with the barbwire kendo stick! As Juliet bends forward from the blow, VIP runs up and uses that bloodied back as a launch pad to crack a knee right into Killer Carter’s face! Kate Steele catches him from behind with a surprise German Suplex and holds it for a pin but no counts are made as he isn’t bloodied!
He fights out of it and narrowly avoids getting hit with a steel chair by Juliet! He stands and ducks a kendo strike from Carter and catches her with a wicked SUPERKICK!!! KC staggers and falls into the ropes half hanging out of the ring! VIP ducks a leaping clothesline from Kate and comes at Juliet with another SUPERKICK-NO! Juliet catches his leg and kicks him square in the groin, then up-ends him with a British Backdrop Suplex right onto the barbwire steel chair head first! Somehow, VIP doesn’t bleed, but is left stunned for several seconds!
As Juliet gets up, she throws a chain wrapped BARE KNUCKLE GLAM at Killer Carter, but KC ducks it, sliding under the arm, gripping her throat and violently Chokeslamming her to the mat! Kate grabs the chair and comes at KC, but the tall woman ducks surprisingly low and shoulders the champion up and over the ropes to the outside for a hard crash and burn on the floor!
Killer Carter then gathers up Juliet, pulls her into a front facelock and makes a long cutthroat gesture before lifting her up, spinning around and JACKHAMMER WITH A PIN!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
JULIET BLACK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
She rolls the stunned Juliet out of the ring only to be caught with THE VIP SUPERKICK, but she doesn’t go down stumbling around for a moment! Vance pulls her into the AUTOCARROT DRIVER-NO REVERSED INTO A MODIFIED SUPLEX!!!! VIP rolls out of the ring on impact, clutching his back and crying out in pain! As Carter stalks after him from inside the ring only for KATE TO HIT THE SILENCE IS GOLDEN FROM OUTTA’ NOWHERE!!! Kate Steel grabs a piece of broken light tube and slices it across Carter’s forehead to bloody her, only to suddenly be caught from behind by a tight schoolboy rollup with a handful of tights and both feet planted on the rope by VIP!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
KATE STEEL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Kate explodes out of the pin screaming! She goes after VIP who rolls out of the ring, shooing her off. As she nears the ropes, suddenly a hand grips her ankle and Juliet Black pulls Kate Steel out of the ring. The two have a vicious brawl at ringside as VIP quickly scurries away from them! He quickly comes across Killer Karter, holding that steel chair in one hand and the remains of broken light tubes in the other. “TIME TO BLEED!” Vance quickly slides into the ring, KC chasing him through to the otherside.
On the opposite side from the two, Juliet Black rocks Kate Steele’s world with the BARE KNUCKLE GLAM and then follows it up with THE SKULL FUCK right on a steel chair!!! The referee is trying to get her to leave, but she ignores him, moving to intercept VIP who nearly skids stopping in front of her and dives back into the ring. Killer Carter is not too far behind when, as she slides back in, she’s caught by Juliet from behind and assaulted viciously! The two battle back and forth, Juliet ignoring the elimination entirely and carrying on!
“THINK I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT RULES?! THIS IS HARDCORE!!! THERE ARE NO RULES HERE!!!” Juliet shouts at the referee while battering Carter until a headbutt sends her staggering back. KC then bodily picks the SRW Hardcore Icon up and tosses her into the ring! Once again, VIP ducks out as KC enters. Black is on her feet and the two start trading shots. BARE KNUCKLE GLAM absolutely ROCKS Carter’s head to one side and she nearly collapses, falling to one knee. While she’s down, Juliet hits several shoot kicks before drilling Carter’s head to the canvas with a CURB STOMP. Then to add insult to injury, Juliet locks her up and then hits THE SKULL FUCK ON KILLER CARTER TOO!!!
“NOW WHERE’S THAT VERY IMPORTANT PUSS-BAG?!” Juliet shouts, sliding out of the ring, looking to wreck the final of all three competitors. It’s at this point security is now at ringside and trying to force her to the back. While she’s fighting against the restraining security team, VIP slinks into the ring and makes the cover on a clearly unconscious KC!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRREEEE!!!
THE WINNER AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION, VANCE ISAAC PARKER!!!
VIP laughs as he’s handed the Hardcore Championship and it’s at that point that Juliet Black breaks free from security, chasing after VIP who ducks out of the ring and quickly runs through security and straight to the back, leaving her having to fend them off!
Koss: Juliet Black practically handed the win to Vance Parker!!! She threw all notions of sportsmanship right out the window!!!
Spazz: Bitch has never had an ounce of give a fuck in her and you know that!
Koss: There's a reason she hasn't been booked often and it's incidents such as this, where Juliet ignores all convention and goes into business for herself!
Spazz: Yet I don't think it's the last time these two are gonna' meet, though if you ask me, Juliet has made enemies of just about everyone in this match. She's in for a hard road yo!
Koss: I don't think Juliet would have it any other way.
SEGMENT
We are backstage at the world renown Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Where the (at least currently) reigning Ultimate Conquest Champion Luther Thunder is pacing back and forth, he’s ready but it’s clear to see that the big man is far from calm ahead of the match he’s in for tonight.
Luther Thunder: They say you never forget your firsts, well I’ve been in this business for a fair bit of years already and tonight will be my first ever INFERNO match against a person who without a doubt is more than at home surrounded by fire, that of course being my challenger simply known as CODA, that pint-sized kaiju, Seoul-Samurai, call her what you want but she’s the one coming for this!
He slaps at the championship draped over his shoulder.
Luther Thunder: She’s coming for me!
He points to his chest.
Luther Thunder: So when you step into that ring tonight CODA you bare in mind that you made this your business, you insisted on making it all go this far picking sides against me, aligning with CCM, thinking you can just show up and interject yourself into MY business, to MY division and I’m telling you something you are about to learn the hard way tonight lil’ Seoul Samurai..that nobody interrupts Luthe--
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
He glares at the door outside the camera’s view.
Luther Thunder: So Coda, tonight in our Inferno match it will be you who suffers, again when you realize that I will not be interrupt--
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
We see obvious frustration across his face.
Esme Thunder: 10/10 for irony right there.
She walks over to the door and opens it, letting out a scowl.
Esme Thunder: NATE?! I thought you were going to be in the crowd, not backstage! How did you get back here?!
The camera pans to show the younger brother of the Ultimate Conquest Champion, looking as rogue and dishevelled as is per the norm. Except he stands there with a bouquet of flowers.
Nathan Thunder: What? And miss the chance to meet my favourite sister-in-law?! Never..
He hands the flowers over to Esme who feigns to be delighted, only to let the flowers drop to the floor when Nathan is past her, she “accidently” stomps on them and slams the door shut crushing the bouquet.
Luther Thunder: Flowers..to MY wife, what gives you the right to barge in on me before my match Nathaniel, let alone interrupt me in the middle of--
Nathan Thunder: Look, Kara didn’t like them, she said they weren’t black I figured I’d bring them to her since, when is the last time you ever brought her flowers..
Luther Thunder: Why that was just..none of your damn business, why are you really here?!
We hear Esme from off shot.
Esme Thunder: Probably to steal free food from catering.
Nathan claps his palms together.
Nathan Thunder: Oh yeah! That’s precisely what I forgot..THIS is why you are my favourite sister-in-law Esme. You know me so very well.
She scoffed.
Esme Thunder: I also know you didn’t pay a dime for those flowers, either.
Nathan Thunder: ..how...how the fuck would y--
Esme Thunder: Because I saw flowers just like that on a neat little garden outside on my way over here..
Nathan mocks shock.
Nathan Thunder: Esmeralda?! Are you suggesting that I STOLE some lil’ ol’ lady’s garden flowers?!
Esme Thunder: Nothing suggestive about it Nate, your brother has a very important match knight, we are not in the mood for your games, why are you REALLY here?
We see the younger Thunder’s shoulder’s face light up a bit.
Nathan Thunder: To wish my darling big brother good luck?
Luther Thunder: ..yeah, riiiiight.
Then Nathan’s shoulder’s drop his ears probably drooped too as he was caught.
Nathan Thunder: Kinda just wanted to see my brother burn to be honest…
Luther Thunder: isn’t it supposed to be to see The World burn?
Nathan Thunder: Well yeah, but I’m not greedy like you so…
Esme Thunder: Okay, out. Now.
The wiery young man spins around and puts his palms together.
Nathan Thunder: but Esme, darling I can change--
*CLAP*
A vicious double handed slap on the ears the dreaded Mongolian chop hit home, with accuracy and force.
Nathan Thunder: FUCK! That STILL hurts you know!
Before Esme gets a chance to repeat it Luther grabs Nathan by the scruff of his vest and yanks the volatile kid brother to the door, opens it and throws Nathan out to the hall before slamming the door shut.
The husband and wife share a knowing glance as Luther looks at the camera.
Luther Thunder: as I was saying nobody interrupts Luther Thund--
*BANG BANG BANG*
We hear the muffled scream from the hall
Nathan Thunder: “GO TEAM CODA! I’ll see you two for dinner later!”
Luther is livid and it can be seen, when he’s about to say something Esme lays a hand on his shoulder and looks at the camera.
Esme Thunder: Coda, what you just saw was Luther and a member of his own family..he held back, imagine what he’ll do to you tonight and whatever happens, if you need a Thunder to blame for tonight’s events..look no further than Nathan.
With that the show moves elsewhere.
INFERNO MATCH
-LUTHER THUNDER(C)-VS-CODA-
The smell of burning fuel fills the air as the ring is surrounded by jetting flames on the apron. Coda and Luther are already sweating from the heat, both visibly nervous as they circle each other. Luther goes for a big meaty strike and Coda ducks under the arm, hitting a sharp kick right in his back. The two do this for quite some time, Coda’s superior speed paying off as she continues to stick and move around the big guy. A backflip to avoid one of his strikes rocks his head back and sends him dangerously close to the fire! Coda rushes in with the SONATA KNEE, but Luther sidesteps and Coda goes through the flames to the outside! Though not lit ablaze, she feels the burn as she hits the floor!
Luther decides, screw it, and runs for the ropes, leaping up and over to fly right into a rising Coda, He gets to his feet, slipping Coda onto his shoulder and getting a running start for the time keeper’s table where he effectively puts her through it with a Scoop slam! He picks her up and hurls her into the apron, where he starts to push her face toward the flames. Coda fights him the entire way and if not for a well placed heel kick to the groin, she might well be on fire now. She quickly drags Luther’s hand over the fire, but while burned, he’s able to remove it before it can light on fire, though cursing in pain all the way.
Coda hits a knee to the gut but finds her leg unable to come back down as Luther has caught it. He pulls her right into a SPINNING SPINEBUSTER on the Floor! He hops to his feet with a muscular flex and a roar. He lifts her up over his head and walks her back to the fire. With malicious glee, he rears her back, looking to toss her right into the flame jets but at the last second, she slips out of his grip, falling behind him while catching his neck! She bends him backwards and snaps his back over hers with a modified back breaker!
Both hit the floor with him sitting up and clutching at his back. Coda spins to a stand and fluidly right into a mid roundhouse right in his face! Luther falls back and sits right back up, eating a hard front kick to the side of his head! Coda goes for another kick and he catches her leg, rising to his feet. He spins her leg out, throwing an arm back for a Lariat but she rolls with it and comes back with THE SYMPHONIC ELBOW!!! Luther falls back into the apron and right into the flames! Luther’s back gets lit on fire and he falls to the floor glassy eyed and seemingly unaware. Ring attendants are on him with fire extinguishers in an instant!
WINNER AND NEW ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: CODA!!!!
Spazz: Holy shit! Luther got lit!!! I didn't see that shit coming at all!
Koss: Never, EVER underestimate the Pint-Size Kaiju!
The two old rivals waste no time tearing into each other. Griffin leaping into Kendrick with flying fists. For several minutes, the two batter each other with kicks, punches, elbows, knees, and even a headbutt or two, Griffin’s hair constantly whips about like a golden banner that, if not for the violence, would be great for a Loreal commercial! Kendrick draws first blood, breaking Griffin’s nose with a surprise headbutt that snaps his head back. He then takes out Griff’s legs and locks on THE ANKLE LOCK! In great pain, Griff manages to reach the ropes, forcing Double K to let go under penalty of disqualification! Kross doesn’t back the full five feet up or allow Griff to get back up, viciously stomping his leg as he tries to rise! He’s forced back by the Ref, but somehow, Griffin gets to his feet and lunges at Kendrick with a flying RED RIGHT HAND!!!! K2’s head snaps back and he falls into the rope, bounces forward and right into Griffin’s arms for a GLAM SLAM AND A PIN!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-KICKOUT!!
Both wrestlers roll apart and SHOT IN THE DARK-NO MISS!!! Kendrick walks right past Griffin with practiced ease, catching him in the back with a wicked roundhouse kick that sends him staggering! He pulls Griff into an inverted facelock and DEATH DROP!!!! Double K makes the cover with a handful of tights!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHRRREEE!!!
SCORE: KK: 1 GH: 0
15 MINUTE HALFWAY MARK
We’re halfway through the match. Kendrick laughs, gathering Hawkins up and flinging him into a corner. There he proceeds to unload upon his stunned opponent with body shots for a couple minutes, then grabs his head, looking for a headbutt. Foot stomp by Griff stops him, followed by a headbutt right into Kross’ chin, sending his head snapping back! Griffin comes out of the corner, lighting his staggered foe up with a monster comeback. A boot to the gut and a drop with a DDT stuns Kendrick! Griffin then locks on THE LION TAMER!!! Kross, unable to escape, just angrily taps out!
SCORE: KK: 1 GH: 1
As soon as Griffin releases the hold, Double K crawls to the far corner, pulling himself up. He stomps his feet, working feeling back into his legs and looking rather pissed off. The Griffster comes at him full steam, side stepping at the last second to dodge the raised boot, instead hitting the ropes and springboarding off with a dropkick, dropping Kross to a seat! Griffin lands with a tuck and roll away and following up with a running low dropkick that hits Kross again!
Griffin gathers Kross up and goes for the NUMBER ONE STUNNER-NO! Shoved off! Griff turns with a backfist which Double K catches and then hits a kick square to the side of his knee, followed by a kick to the ribs that sends him back far enough for THE PELE KICK! Griff goes down and immediately tries to get back up on all fours. Double K takes full advantage, hitting THE TRAMP STAMP! He then rolls The Jukebox Hero over and hooks the leg!
ONE!! TWO!!! TTTHHRREE!!!
SCORE: KK: 2 GH: 1
Kendrick Kross burns a couple minutes celebrating and rubbing it in on the booing fans around ringside, until suddenly those boos turn to cheers. At first, he smiles and welcomes it, shouting, “YES! YOU FINALLY GET IT!”
Then he realizes, no this isn’t right. He turns and Griffin boots him in the gut, takes the arms, and SOUTH OF HEAVEN!!! He immediately pins Kross!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHRREE!!
SCORE: KK: 2 GH: 2
Minutes tick by as the two, battered and bloodied, are barely able to even rise after the exchange of finishers. Yet hatred and determination for Kross and Griff perspectively, drive both wrestlers to their feet against protesting bodies and dazed minds telling them they should stop fighting.
5 MINUTE MARK!!!
The two throw punches at exactly the same time, landing square on their jaws and they fall into each other, shoulder to shoulder. Both share words in each other’s ears and then push away from each other with a spin! SHOT IN THE DARK AND SURPRISE SUPERKICK! Both hitting each other with superkicks! Kendrick flat on his back and Griffin spins around and falls right on top of him!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHRREEE!!!
SCORE: KK: 2 GH: 3
The timer ticks down… 5…4….3…2…1!!!
*BBBBLLLLAAAAAAHHHHHTTTT!!!*
WINNER AT A SCORE OF THREE TO TWO: GRIFFIN HAWKINS!!!!
Neither competitor stirs, both clearly knocked unconscious as Trainers and EMT’s come out to assist both Kross and Griffin from the ring!
Koss: That was a nail-biter of a finish!
Spazz: If not for the pin, I'd have called this a Rocky finish! Motherfuckers damn near superkicked each other's heads out into the front row!
Koss: I doubt this is over, but if it is, damn what a finish! They left nothing on the table at all!
The Lady Terminator and CCM both stare each other down for what feels like an eternity in seconds. Ursula’s head lowers forward and she makes the first move, striding across the ring straight for CCM. The challenger doesn’t back away or shy away, but instead moves towards her with equal purpose. The two press forehead to forehead, CCM not backing down only to shove Ursula, who then shoves him hard enough to send him rolling back across the ring! She’s quick on the follow through, walking right after him and throwing a mid Roundhouse Kick, which he blocks with his arms. The force sends him rolling off to the side and he recovers right into a crouch, wringing his arms out with a wince. Ursula is already on him, this time with a front kick which he tucks and rolls out of the way to catch her with a double leg trip on her balancing foot! Ursula drops down in a seated position, eating two fast kicks to the face, followed by CCM locking on a HEADSCISSOR SUBMISSION! She repositions herself, grabs his legs, and rises with him around her neck, hoisting him up, only for him to flip over her back and lock on a sleeper hold! He wraps his legs around her ribs for a bodyscissor to even further hamper her breathing. Thinking fast, Ursula backs into a corner but CCM throws his legs up and straddles the turnbuckle, adding further leverage in his favor. He strains as he lifts her by her neck. The Lady Terminator grits her teeth, placing her feet on the middle ropes and pushing up. This catches him by surprise as she grips his head and leaps off with a falling improvised Stunner! His head pops off her shoulder and he rolls onto his side, clutching his jaw. Ursula rolls to a knee, taking a moment to regain control of her breathing before continuing forward.
Slowly she rises to her feet and gathers CCM to his feet with the gloved hand of her braced arm. He grabs her wrist and kicks straight up into her elbow, causing her to lose her grip. He then twists the arm and hits a Jumping Armbreaker! Ursula snarls, wringing her arm and moving away from him quickly. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, he moves in, kicking at the braced arm and zeroing in on it with everything he has until he gets a bit carried away and finds himself suddenly shouldered off his feet! Ursula brutally and viciously stomps him on the canvas over and over, unloading a sudden and highly unexpected fury! She reaches down with her good arm, takes him by the throat and SAMBO CHOKESLAM right back down on the canvas! Ursula whips her head back, throwing her hair out of her face before locking on a tight, firm sleeper hold. With her strong arms, it doesn’t take long for CCM’s face to start turning bright red.
Together they rise and CCM thrashes about in the hold, kicking for the ropes or anything he can get his hands on. His only option is to jam his thumb right in Ursula’s eye. She doesn’t react with typical pain but instead is forced to relinquish her hold. He falls to the canvas and she staggers to the ropes, leaning forward as she rubs furiously at her reddened eye. She shoves off the rope and sees CCM on his knees, coughing. Ursula moves with purpose only for CCM to spot her and quickly kicks her right in the shin, causing her to stumble. She recovers quickly, but CCM’s already outside the ring and moving away, trying to recover his breath. Ursula is in hot pursuit, dropping down and following after him to the outside. CCM falls into the announce table and remains there, letting Ursula catch up. He suddenly grabs Spazz’s drink, turns and splashes it in Ursula’s face, then rams her head right into the table, once, twice, three times, cracking the top of it. He gets a hard elbow to his ribs and flung back into the apron hard! Ursula gathers him up, power lifts him up over her head and launches him over the ropes and back into the ring. She then climbs in after him. The surprise came as she was halfway through the ropes and found herself hit with a running dropkick right in her braced arm and sent spinning out on the floor, again landing on her bad arm!
Ursula punches the floor multiple times only to get up and take a baseball slide right into that shoulder, sending her right into the announce table! She turns just in time to see a rare sight… CCM floating through the air with a suicide plancha crashing into her and sending her through the table with their combined weight! Ursula clutches at her arm in the wreckage, now actually showing something rarely shown by her at all, actual signs of pain as she holds her arm. She grits her teeth, a sudden feeling of concern washing over her as she could feel this pain and that told her something serious may have happened.
CCM gathers her up by her good arm and slings her right into the ring barricade by her bad arm. She slumps down, clutching her arm tight. He moves in, grabbing the barricade and repeatedly stomping that arm over and over! He backs up on the final stomp, running in with all his might only for Ursula to roll to the side, causing CCM run groin first into the railing! Ursula rises and rolls back into the ring to regroup. It was so rare for her to experience pain. She flexes her arm, curling her hand into a fist as it shakes. Parts of the black brace fall off and she decides to completely remove it at that point, tossing the practically useless arm protection aside.
The Challenger recovers and climbs on the apron behind her, slinking his way into the ring. He moves in and just as he goes for a grapple, Ursula turns and BIONIC HEADBUTT’s him right off his feet. He lays flat on his back, motionless. The Lady Terminator wrings out her arm a bit more, taking a bit of time before rolling CCM on his back. She squats over him and starts to lock in her infamous grounded Full Nelson Camel Clutch, THE MEGALOCK, but before she can lock her hands together, he slips one arm free, flips her onto her back and in this same motion he rolls with her, placing her bad arm in AN IMPROVISED CRUCIFIX ARMBAR!
The pain is unbearable. CCM has full leverage, pulling her arm back right to the breaking point. The question now for her is Pride or Prudence? Her free arm reaches for the ropes, but they’re too far away. Then suddenly the pained look on her face erodes to a deadpan expression as she reaches out and taps her hand to the canvas. The referee signals for the bell!
WINNER AND NEW KING OF THE SOUTH: C.C.M!!!!!
His music hits and CCM lets out a wild howl, releasing the hold and sprinting around the room. He shouts to the cheering fans. Ursula merely sits up and looks on, watching the referee bring the title to him. She suddenly rises to her feet, taking the belt and shoving the referee back. The Lady Terminator approaches CCM from behind, the crowd’s cheers becoming a bit more frenzied and panicked. He turns to face her and immediately strikes a defensive stance, but then is shocked by what he sees. The now former champion with a tired look on her face, holding the belt out to him. Tentatively he takes it, unsure of what to expect. Ursula then grips his other wrist with the hand of her good arm and holds his up in the air. CCM seems absolutely shocked by the display of sportsmanship being administered to him, especially considering his words earlier in the evening.
Spazz: I'm in dis-be-fuckin-lief dawg! CCM managed to make the Terminator tap out!
Koss: And he is now the first ever crowned King of the South!
Spazz: Ursula's awfully gracious in defeat. She setting him up?
Koss: No she's letting him leave the ring unscathed.
UVR: Four hundred and thirty two days, I reigned in this ring as the Queen of the South. I have defended that championship against the very best that SRW has to offer that entire time. I am proud of the reign that I have accomplished and while I did not meet the goal, I can take solace in the fact that I am not leaving this company. This was not some hand off on the way out the door, but the passage of gold into the hands of a worthy competitor.
Ursula turns and walks to the center of the ring, all eyes upon her. She oddly seems at peace, relieved even as she finally looks to the fans around her.
UVR: Long ago in this ring, I was but a mockery. Here I stand twelve years later at the end of one of the longest title reigns this company has ever seen. Everything has built to this moment, where I finally found someone worthy enough to hold the gold that I fought so hard to gain and keep for so very long. That was why I chose to take the path I had with CCM. I wanted him at his absolute true best. Right down to making him believe that I was overlooking him. I overlook no one, but the condition of my arm granted him the chink in the armor he required this night.
She suddenly seems more human and vulnerable than she ever has in the past.
UVR: My journey does not end here, where it began in Atlantic City, New Jersey. I will take some time to heal my wounds, regain my strength, and when I return to the SRW ring, I will climb from the very bottom and work harder than I have ever worked before to remind the world that I am more than a monarch who waits on her throne for challenges.
The Lady Terminator turns to look upon the massive Final Countdown stage.
UVR: and to each and every competitor in that locker room, I no longer have the "golden leash" around my neck. None of you are safe from me anymore.
Luther decides, screw it, and runs for the ropes, leaping up and over to fly right into a rising Coda, He gets to his feet, slipping Coda onto his shoulder and getting a running start for the time keeper’s table where he effectively puts her through it with a Scoop slam! He picks her up and hurls her into the apron, where he starts to push her face toward the flames. Coda fights him the entire way and if not for a well placed heel kick to the groin, she might well be on fire now. She quickly drags Luther’s hand over the fire, but while burned, he’s able to remove it before it can light on fire, though cursing in pain all the way.
Coda hits a knee to the gut but finds her leg unable to come back down as Luther has caught it. He pulls her right into a SPINNING SPINEBUSTER on the Floor! He hops to his feet with a muscular flex and a roar. He lifts her up over his head and walks her back to the fire. With malicious glee, he rears her back, looking to toss her right into the flame jets but at the last second, she slips out of his grip, falling behind him while catching his neck! She bends him backwards and snaps his back over hers with a modified back breaker!
Both hit the floor with him sitting up and clutching at his back. Coda spins to a stand and fluidly right into a mid roundhouse right in his face! Luther falls back and sits right back up, eating a hard front kick to the side of his head! Coda goes for another kick and he catches her leg, rising to his feet. He spins her leg out, throwing an arm back for a Lariat but she rolls with it and comes back with THE SYMPHONIC ELBOW!!! Luther falls back into the apron and right into the flames! Luther’s back gets lit on fire and he falls to the floor glassy eyed and seemingly unaware. Ring attendants are on him with fire extinguishers in an instant!
WINNER AND NEW ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: CODA!!!!
Spazz: Holy shit! Luther got lit!!! I didn't see that shit coming at all!
Koss: Never, EVER underestimate the Pint-Size Kaiju!
SEGMENTS
KENDRICK KROSS
KENDRICK KROSS
Kendrick takes a deep breath as the camera shows him with his head down and headphones on. He looks up and let’s put a small smirk as he takes the headphones off.
KENDRICK KROSS: So I get Griff in an Ironman match. Great for me honestly. I like how you believe that I need t learn or that because I may have lost before that I just have no chance. I know what you’re thinking though. That you don’t have an ego, you don’t know or say you know you’re going to beat me. That’s a big lie. A big, fat lie Griffin and you and I both know it. Don’t act like you don’t. You believe that I can’t beat you. Well I’d like you to understand something. This is totally different. This isn’t one match. This is multiple matches in one. This isn’t just something you can come into quick and win. No. Griffin I want you to prepare for a war.
A smile from Kendrick crosses his face as he leans back in his chair.
KENDRICK KROSS: I want you to prepare for war because this is exactly what it’s going to be. An all out war. I’m not walking into that ring in preparation to lose, to look at the past like you have the past couple days. Whether you believe it or not. So I’ll see you out there Griff. Just keep believing what you are. Make it easy for me.
Kendrick takes a deep breath as he slides the headphones back on as the camera cuts out.
GRIFFIN HAWKINSKENDRICK KROSS: So I get Griff in an Ironman match. Great for me honestly. I like how you believe that I need t learn or that because I may have lost before that I just have no chance. I know what you’re thinking though. That you don’t have an ego, you don’t know or say you know you’re going to beat me. That’s a big lie. A big, fat lie Griffin and you and I both know it. Don’t act like you don’t. You believe that I can’t beat you. Well I’d like you to understand something. This is totally different. This isn’t one match. This is multiple matches in one. This isn’t just something you can come into quick and win. No. Griffin I want you to prepare for a war.
A smile from Kendrick crosses his face as he leans back in his chair.
KENDRICK KROSS: I want you to prepare for war because this is exactly what it’s going to be. An all out war. I’m not walking into that ring in preparation to lose, to look at the past like you have the past couple days. Whether you believe it or not. So I’ll see you out there Griff. Just keep believing what you are. Make it easy for me.
Kendrick takes a deep breath as he slides the headphones back on as the camera cuts out.
We go to footage that took place earlier in the day. Griffin is doing chin ups on the bar on the upper doorways leading to the shower room. He let's go, looking to the camera, dressed in black jeans and a Black Sabbath T-Shirt. He cracks his neck a little before speaking.
Griffin Hawkins: I never prided myself on being invincible...I never said that I was the be all end all..but one thing I can say that I am is the toughest who can hang with just about anyone on the roster. It doesn't matter who you put in front of me...or what kind of match it is, I will be there in that ring, ready for the bell to sound off. In this case, I have a match with a man who has done nothing but try and make things personal with me. Kendrick Kross..a man who I have a long history with.
He begins to pace a little, not taking his eyes off the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: It didn't have to be this way Kross...I know we have history that dates back way before we came over to SRW and UPRISING. But I was willing to let you go your own way...I wouldn't have stuck my nose into your business. But you on the other hand made it your mission to try and see to it that I don't succeed here. You interfered and ruined my match with Killer Carter. Why?...because you can't stand to see me shine. That's not cool man..not fucking cool. I know me being here is big nasty pill for you to swallow, but you think I followed you all the way here just to steal your glory? It sounds to me that you're threatened by me..you know me well and you know that it won't be long until I make an impact in this company, and your insecurity and jealousy is causing you to attack me after matches. All of that comes to a head right here tonight. Because for the next 30 minutes..I am going to beat the holy fucking fuckity fuck out of you.
He goes by the lockers, leaning towards it with his head down before speaking again.
Griffin Hawkins: ...you're actually proud...of that so called victory you have over me and Justice?...
He punches the locker before looking back at the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: You should be ashamed of yourself! You won that match by luck..not skill....but blind...stupid..simple..zippity do-fucking-dah..clueless dumb fucking luck....and you flex about it on Twitter saying "..durr hurr...thanks for the victory Griff!" You're actually proud of that? You must not have that much faith in yourself if you're proud of a win like that. But that seems to be the story of your career doesn't it Kenny? You do what you can to get by. You do the bare minimum and somehow squeak by with a win and act like you had it in the bag all along. How do you expect to beat me in 30 minutes if you're gonna look at something like that as a win for you? You're not going to be able to fluke your way through an Iron Man match. There's no Bianca for you to hide behind..it's just you and me.
He walks closer.
Griffin Hawkins: This is an Iron Man match Kendrick...a match that's based on punishment. I can look in your eyes and see that you're tired...you're exhausted..you're desperate for this win so this rivalry can come to an end. You want to know the real reason why you hate me?...it's because no matter how many times you hit me...no matter how hard you hit me....I just keep getting back up and asking you for more. This is going to be 30 minutes of hell for the both of us. This rivalry has to end one way or another..and it ends tonight at the Final Countdown...I'm coming for war.....I am Iron Man!
He brushes past the camera crew as we go back to the ring.
Griffin Hawkins: I never prided myself on being invincible...I never said that I was the be all end all..but one thing I can say that I am is the toughest who can hang with just about anyone on the roster. It doesn't matter who you put in front of me...or what kind of match it is, I will be there in that ring, ready for the bell to sound off. In this case, I have a match with a man who has done nothing but try and make things personal with me. Kendrick Kross..a man who I have a long history with.
He begins to pace a little, not taking his eyes off the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: It didn't have to be this way Kross...I know we have history that dates back way before we came over to SRW and UPRISING. But I was willing to let you go your own way...I wouldn't have stuck my nose into your business. But you on the other hand made it your mission to try and see to it that I don't succeed here. You interfered and ruined my match with Killer Carter. Why?...because you can't stand to see me shine. That's not cool man..not fucking cool. I know me being here is big nasty pill for you to swallow, but you think I followed you all the way here just to steal your glory? It sounds to me that you're threatened by me..you know me well and you know that it won't be long until I make an impact in this company, and your insecurity and jealousy is causing you to attack me after matches. All of that comes to a head right here tonight. Because for the next 30 minutes..I am going to beat the holy fucking fuckity fuck out of you.
He goes by the lockers, leaning towards it with his head down before speaking again.
Griffin Hawkins: ...you're actually proud...of that so called victory you have over me and Justice?...
He punches the locker before looking back at the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: You should be ashamed of yourself! You won that match by luck..not skill....but blind...stupid..simple..zippity do-fucking-dah..clueless dumb fucking luck....and you flex about it on Twitter saying "..durr hurr...thanks for the victory Griff!" You're actually proud of that? You must not have that much faith in yourself if you're proud of a win like that. But that seems to be the story of your career doesn't it Kenny? You do what you can to get by. You do the bare minimum and somehow squeak by with a win and act like you had it in the bag all along. How do you expect to beat me in 30 minutes if you're gonna look at something like that as a win for you? You're not going to be able to fluke your way through an Iron Man match. There's no Bianca for you to hide behind..it's just you and me.
He walks closer.
Griffin Hawkins: This is an Iron Man match Kendrick...a match that's based on punishment. I can look in your eyes and see that you're tired...you're exhausted..you're desperate for this win so this rivalry can come to an end. You want to know the real reason why you hate me?...it's because no matter how many times you hit me...no matter how hard you hit me....I just keep getting back up and asking you for more. This is going to be 30 minutes of hell for the both of us. This rivalry has to end one way or another..and it ends tonight at the Final Countdown...I'm coming for war.....I am Iron Man!
He brushes past the camera crew as we go back to the ring.
30 MINUTE IRON MAN GRUDGE MATCH
-KENDRICK KROSS-VS-GRIFFIN HAWKINS-
-KENDRICK KROSS-VS-GRIFFIN HAWKINS-
The two old rivals waste no time tearing into each other. Griffin leaping into Kendrick with flying fists. For several minutes, the two batter each other with kicks, punches, elbows, knees, and even a headbutt or two, Griffin’s hair constantly whips about like a golden banner that, if not for the violence, would be great for a Loreal commercial! Kendrick draws first blood, breaking Griffin’s nose with a surprise headbutt that snaps his head back. He then takes out Griff’s legs and locks on THE ANKLE LOCK! In great pain, Griff manages to reach the ropes, forcing Double K to let go under penalty of disqualification! Kross doesn’t back the full five feet up or allow Griff to get back up, viciously stomping his leg as he tries to rise! He’s forced back by the Ref, but somehow, Griffin gets to his feet and lunges at Kendrick with a flying RED RIGHT HAND!!!! K2’s head snaps back and he falls into the rope, bounces forward and right into Griffin’s arms for a GLAM SLAM AND A PIN!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-KICKOUT!!
Both wrestlers roll apart and SHOT IN THE DARK-NO MISS!!! Kendrick walks right past Griffin with practiced ease, catching him in the back with a wicked roundhouse kick that sends him staggering! He pulls Griff into an inverted facelock and DEATH DROP!!!! Double K makes the cover with a handful of tights!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHRRREEE!!!
SCORE: KK: 1 GH: 0
15 MINUTE HALFWAY MARK
We’re halfway through the match. Kendrick laughs, gathering Hawkins up and flinging him into a corner. There he proceeds to unload upon his stunned opponent with body shots for a couple minutes, then grabs his head, looking for a headbutt. Foot stomp by Griff stops him, followed by a headbutt right into Kross’ chin, sending his head snapping back! Griffin comes out of the corner, lighting his staggered foe up with a monster comeback. A boot to the gut and a drop with a DDT stuns Kendrick! Griffin then locks on THE LION TAMER!!! Kross, unable to escape, just angrily taps out!
SCORE: KK: 1 GH: 1
As soon as Griffin releases the hold, Double K crawls to the far corner, pulling himself up. He stomps his feet, working feeling back into his legs and looking rather pissed off. The Griffster comes at him full steam, side stepping at the last second to dodge the raised boot, instead hitting the ropes and springboarding off with a dropkick, dropping Kross to a seat! Griffin lands with a tuck and roll away and following up with a running low dropkick that hits Kross again!
Griffin gathers Kross up and goes for the NUMBER ONE STUNNER-NO! Shoved off! Griff turns with a backfist which Double K catches and then hits a kick square to the side of his knee, followed by a kick to the ribs that sends him back far enough for THE PELE KICK! Griff goes down and immediately tries to get back up on all fours. Double K takes full advantage, hitting THE TRAMP STAMP! He then rolls The Jukebox Hero over and hooks the leg!
ONE!! TWO!!! TTTHHRREE!!!
SCORE: KK: 2 GH: 1
Kendrick Kross burns a couple minutes celebrating and rubbing it in on the booing fans around ringside, until suddenly those boos turn to cheers. At first, he smiles and welcomes it, shouting, “YES! YOU FINALLY GET IT!”
Then he realizes, no this isn’t right. He turns and Griffin boots him in the gut, takes the arms, and SOUTH OF HEAVEN!!! He immediately pins Kross!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHRREE!!
SCORE: KK: 2 GH: 2
Minutes tick by as the two, battered and bloodied, are barely able to even rise after the exchange of finishers. Yet hatred and determination for Kross and Griff perspectively, drive both wrestlers to their feet against protesting bodies and dazed minds telling them they should stop fighting.
5 MINUTE MARK!!!
The two throw punches at exactly the same time, landing square on their jaws and they fall into each other, shoulder to shoulder. Both share words in each other’s ears and then push away from each other with a spin! SHOT IN THE DARK AND SURPRISE SUPERKICK! Both hitting each other with superkicks! Kendrick flat on his back and Griffin spins around and falls right on top of him!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHRREEE!!!
SCORE: KK: 2 GH: 3
The timer ticks down… 5…4….3…2…1!!!
*BBBBLLLLAAAAAAHHHHHTTTT!!!*
WINNER AT A SCORE OF THREE TO TWO: GRIFFIN HAWKINS!!!!
Neither competitor stirs, both clearly knocked unconscious as Trainers and EMT’s come out to assist both Kross and Griffin from the ring!
Koss: That was a nail-biter of a finish!
Spazz: If not for the pin, I'd have called this a Rocky finish! Motherfuckers damn near superkicked each other's heads out into the front row!
Koss: I doubt this is over, but if it is, damn what a finish! They left nothing on the table at all!
SEGMENT
We head backstage, into the locker room of the number one contender for the Queen of the South Championship, CCM. It is quite far removed from Ursula’s locker room, that we saw at the last show, but the contender does have a plush little Union Jack patterned armchair at least; in which he sits, the Overdrive Championship resting across his lap. The Yorkshire Terror leans forward, his expression hard to read.
CCM: So here we are. The Final Countdown. And judging by the bleeding hoops the champion has made me jump through, this countdown started somewhere close to eleventy-two. But here we are. Ursula, I’ve played your little game. And tonight, we go one on one in a submission match, for the biggest prize in SRW. I’ll come to the match in a second, but I want to talk a few things out first. Process my thoughts out loud, you know?
He rubs his hands together, looking down for a moment, before his gaze realigns with the camera.
CCM: As I think has come up before, I am a good family friend of the legendary Pazzini family, their matriarch Isabella in particular. She trained me, in fact, at least partially. I know over in Nevada, you & her have been having some issues. I bring this up because I can’t help but notice some similarities. She screwed you over in a match. You come back at her, breathing fire, injuring a close family member. And here in SRW, remembering I screwed you over in a match many months ago, you came breathing fire, and injured a close family member of fine. That seems to say you have a consistent “modus operandi”; it’s Latin, read a book people, but one thing about this seems off. You see, your actions regarding Isabella and her family were clearly meant to spread fear and panic in my pink-haired friend. Yet you said recently that your actions towards me and my family were meant to “motivate” me. Now I’m a smart man, and to me, those are two similar actions with very different motives. Tres interessant; it’s French, look it up. Something about that fact seems a bit... off, don’t you think? I have my own theories on what and why that is, but hell... I wouldn’t be much of a cerebral assassin if I divulge all my musings, now would I? So I’ll keep that card to my chest for now. Maybe in the aftermath, eh?
He chuckles.
CCM: If indeed you were looking to motivate me, however, then Miss Von Rossbach, you have succeeded beyond your wildest bloody dreams. You see, I may be a man of few scruples, but anyone who’s paid attention to me for more than five minutes knows that my family is kind of a blind spot. They are everything to me. And, let’s call a spade a spade, I’m not going to do you a disservice by claiming that is a fact that you are not aware of. No, your efforts in injuring my father were very deliberate, I feel. And I don’t buy this baloney about it being an insurance against his interference, either. Because if you had two brain cells to rub together, you’d know full well that what you did potentially far graver consequences for you than dear old pops distracting the official. The old “risk/reward” doesn’t really add up, see? Which makes me damn certain there’s something else at play here. And at the risk of repeating myself, I have my own theories on that, but that’s my business. For now. So let’s get to the meat and potatoes of this little banquet, shall we? I could wax lyrical for a good half hour on the hows and whys and wherefores of all of this, but I feel it would do us all a favor if I cut to the chase. So here we cut.
He makes a “cutting” gesture with his hand, before continuing.
CCM: This is a submission match. And as was showcased on Savage Revolution, Ursula’s Mega Lock is a VERY DANGEROUS HOLD. Just look what it did to my father. And I’m not lying when I say right now, if I end up in the Mega Lock, I am in SERIOUS BLOODY TROUBLE. I think that’s in line with the general consensus, yes? Now don’t get me wrong, my dad is wrestling royalty. But being the size he is, from the era he came from, his style is somewhat simplistic. He’ll punch you in the mouth, he’ll boot you in the face, and he’ll slam you through the mat. But, and I’m sure he won’t mind me saying this; when it comes to mat wrestling, technique and submission grappling, he’s about as effective as a teapot. Me on the other hand?
He grins.
CCM: This is what I do. Some kids in the UK, they played football, they traded Pokemon cards, they threw eggs at the neighbour’s windows. Me? I was putting my classmates in hammerlocks. And I sit here today, as one of the foremost technical and submission experts in the world, and for DAMN SURE in this company. A submission match is my wheelhouse, my domain. Yes, the Mega Lock is a death sentence. But you’ve got to actually lock it in. Dad didn’t have a counter for it. I have so many counters for it, you’d need to use your toes to count them.
He chuckles once more.
CCM: You know, this is my second SRW PPV main event. In my first, I lost against Ursula, along with Samantha Tolson in a three way ladder match for that title. But UVR didn’t walk into that match as champion. Tolson did. In my first SRW PPV main event, UVR’s reign of terror as the Queen of the South began. And as a man who is a big fan of narrative, that seems appropriate. Because tonight, in my second main event match at a PPV, I intend to make UVR’s reign END. I know people are writing me off. I know people think the result is inevitable. I see Ursula herself talking future title match negotiations with that prick Vance on twitter, trust me, I get it. You all think I’m going out tonight beaten, broken, battered. But everything leading up to this, the anger I felt over what she did to my old man, the red tape hoops she made me jump through... all of it has molded me into something I don’t think even Ursula expected. Tonight is a perfect storm. Some people may think I can never defeat Ursula for the title. But let me assure you all, that I won’t have a better chance at doing so than tonight. And thus endeth the reign of the Queen of the South. As we say in the UK, the world’s foremost monarchy, when the head of state passes away...
He stands up, readjusting the Overdrive Championship on his shoulder, before leaning into the camera.
CCM: The Queen is dead. Long live the King.
On which note, we fade to black.
CCM: So here we are. The Final Countdown. And judging by the bleeding hoops the champion has made me jump through, this countdown started somewhere close to eleventy-two. But here we are. Ursula, I’ve played your little game. And tonight, we go one on one in a submission match, for the biggest prize in SRW. I’ll come to the match in a second, but I want to talk a few things out first. Process my thoughts out loud, you know?
He rubs his hands together, looking down for a moment, before his gaze realigns with the camera.
CCM: As I think has come up before, I am a good family friend of the legendary Pazzini family, their matriarch Isabella in particular. She trained me, in fact, at least partially. I know over in Nevada, you & her have been having some issues. I bring this up because I can’t help but notice some similarities. She screwed you over in a match. You come back at her, breathing fire, injuring a close family member. And here in SRW, remembering I screwed you over in a match many months ago, you came breathing fire, and injured a close family member of fine. That seems to say you have a consistent “modus operandi”; it’s Latin, read a book people, but one thing about this seems off. You see, your actions regarding Isabella and her family were clearly meant to spread fear and panic in my pink-haired friend. Yet you said recently that your actions towards me and my family were meant to “motivate” me. Now I’m a smart man, and to me, those are two similar actions with very different motives. Tres interessant; it’s French, look it up. Something about that fact seems a bit... off, don’t you think? I have my own theories on what and why that is, but hell... I wouldn’t be much of a cerebral assassin if I divulge all my musings, now would I? So I’ll keep that card to my chest for now. Maybe in the aftermath, eh?
He chuckles.
CCM: If indeed you were looking to motivate me, however, then Miss Von Rossbach, you have succeeded beyond your wildest bloody dreams. You see, I may be a man of few scruples, but anyone who’s paid attention to me for more than five minutes knows that my family is kind of a blind spot. They are everything to me. And, let’s call a spade a spade, I’m not going to do you a disservice by claiming that is a fact that you are not aware of. No, your efforts in injuring my father were very deliberate, I feel. And I don’t buy this baloney about it being an insurance against his interference, either. Because if you had two brain cells to rub together, you’d know full well that what you did potentially far graver consequences for you than dear old pops distracting the official. The old “risk/reward” doesn’t really add up, see? Which makes me damn certain there’s something else at play here. And at the risk of repeating myself, I have my own theories on that, but that’s my business. For now. So let’s get to the meat and potatoes of this little banquet, shall we? I could wax lyrical for a good half hour on the hows and whys and wherefores of all of this, but I feel it would do us all a favor if I cut to the chase. So here we cut.
He makes a “cutting” gesture with his hand, before continuing.
CCM: This is a submission match. And as was showcased on Savage Revolution, Ursula’s Mega Lock is a VERY DANGEROUS HOLD. Just look what it did to my father. And I’m not lying when I say right now, if I end up in the Mega Lock, I am in SERIOUS BLOODY TROUBLE. I think that’s in line with the general consensus, yes? Now don’t get me wrong, my dad is wrestling royalty. But being the size he is, from the era he came from, his style is somewhat simplistic. He’ll punch you in the mouth, he’ll boot you in the face, and he’ll slam you through the mat. But, and I’m sure he won’t mind me saying this; when it comes to mat wrestling, technique and submission grappling, he’s about as effective as a teapot. Me on the other hand?
He grins.
CCM: This is what I do. Some kids in the UK, they played football, they traded Pokemon cards, they threw eggs at the neighbour’s windows. Me? I was putting my classmates in hammerlocks. And I sit here today, as one of the foremost technical and submission experts in the world, and for DAMN SURE in this company. A submission match is my wheelhouse, my domain. Yes, the Mega Lock is a death sentence. But you’ve got to actually lock it in. Dad didn’t have a counter for it. I have so many counters for it, you’d need to use your toes to count them.
He chuckles once more.
CCM: You know, this is my second SRW PPV main event. In my first, I lost against Ursula, along with Samantha Tolson in a three way ladder match for that title. But UVR didn’t walk into that match as champion. Tolson did. In my first SRW PPV main event, UVR’s reign of terror as the Queen of the South began. And as a man who is a big fan of narrative, that seems appropriate. Because tonight, in my second main event match at a PPV, I intend to make UVR’s reign END. I know people are writing me off. I know people think the result is inevitable. I see Ursula herself talking future title match negotiations with that prick Vance on twitter, trust me, I get it. You all think I’m going out tonight beaten, broken, battered. But everything leading up to this, the anger I felt over what she did to my old man, the red tape hoops she made me jump through... all of it has molded me into something I don’t think even Ursula expected. Tonight is a perfect storm. Some people may think I can never defeat Ursula for the title. But let me assure you all, that I won’t have a better chance at doing so than tonight. And thus endeth the reign of the Queen of the South. As we say in the UK, the world’s foremost monarchy, when the head of state passes away...
He stands up, readjusting the Overdrive Championship on his shoulder, before leaning into the camera.
CCM: The Queen is dead. Long live the King.
On which note, we fade to black.
MAIN EVENT
QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
SUBMISSION MATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-C.C.M.-
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-C.C.M.-
The Lady Terminator and CCM both stare each other down for what feels like an eternity in seconds. Ursula’s head lowers forward and she makes the first move, striding across the ring straight for CCM. The challenger doesn’t back away or shy away, but instead moves towards her with equal purpose. The two press forehead to forehead, CCM not backing down only to shove Ursula, who then shoves him hard enough to send him rolling back across the ring! She’s quick on the follow through, walking right after him and throwing a mid Roundhouse Kick, which he blocks with his arms. The force sends him rolling off to the side and he recovers right into a crouch, wringing his arms out with a wince. Ursula is already on him, this time with a front kick which he tucks and rolls out of the way to catch her with a double leg trip on her balancing foot! Ursula drops down in a seated position, eating two fast kicks to the face, followed by CCM locking on a HEADSCISSOR SUBMISSION! She repositions herself, grabs his legs, and rises with him around her neck, hoisting him up, only for him to flip over her back and lock on a sleeper hold! He wraps his legs around her ribs for a bodyscissor to even further hamper her breathing. Thinking fast, Ursula backs into a corner but CCM throws his legs up and straddles the turnbuckle, adding further leverage in his favor. He strains as he lifts her by her neck. The Lady Terminator grits her teeth, placing her feet on the middle ropes and pushing up. This catches him by surprise as she grips his head and leaps off with a falling improvised Stunner! His head pops off her shoulder and he rolls onto his side, clutching his jaw. Ursula rolls to a knee, taking a moment to regain control of her breathing before continuing forward.
Slowly she rises to her feet and gathers CCM to his feet with the gloved hand of her braced arm. He grabs her wrist and kicks straight up into her elbow, causing her to lose her grip. He then twists the arm and hits a Jumping Armbreaker! Ursula snarls, wringing her arm and moving away from him quickly. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, he moves in, kicking at the braced arm and zeroing in on it with everything he has until he gets a bit carried away and finds himself suddenly shouldered off his feet! Ursula brutally and viciously stomps him on the canvas over and over, unloading a sudden and highly unexpected fury! She reaches down with her good arm, takes him by the throat and SAMBO CHOKESLAM right back down on the canvas! Ursula whips her head back, throwing her hair out of her face before locking on a tight, firm sleeper hold. With her strong arms, it doesn’t take long for CCM’s face to start turning bright red.
Together they rise and CCM thrashes about in the hold, kicking for the ropes or anything he can get his hands on. His only option is to jam his thumb right in Ursula’s eye. She doesn’t react with typical pain but instead is forced to relinquish her hold. He falls to the canvas and she staggers to the ropes, leaning forward as she rubs furiously at her reddened eye. She shoves off the rope and sees CCM on his knees, coughing. Ursula moves with purpose only for CCM to spot her and quickly kicks her right in the shin, causing her to stumble. She recovers quickly, but CCM’s already outside the ring and moving away, trying to recover his breath. Ursula is in hot pursuit, dropping down and following after him to the outside. CCM falls into the announce table and remains there, letting Ursula catch up. He suddenly grabs Spazz’s drink, turns and splashes it in Ursula’s face, then rams her head right into the table, once, twice, three times, cracking the top of it. He gets a hard elbow to his ribs and flung back into the apron hard! Ursula gathers him up, power lifts him up over her head and launches him over the ropes and back into the ring. She then climbs in after him. The surprise came as she was halfway through the ropes and found herself hit with a running dropkick right in her braced arm and sent spinning out on the floor, again landing on her bad arm!
Ursula punches the floor multiple times only to get up and take a baseball slide right into that shoulder, sending her right into the announce table! She turns just in time to see a rare sight… CCM floating through the air with a suicide plancha crashing into her and sending her through the table with their combined weight! Ursula clutches at her arm in the wreckage, now actually showing something rarely shown by her at all, actual signs of pain as she holds her arm. She grits her teeth, a sudden feeling of concern washing over her as she could feel this pain and that told her something serious may have happened.
CCM gathers her up by her good arm and slings her right into the ring barricade by her bad arm. She slumps down, clutching her arm tight. He moves in, grabbing the barricade and repeatedly stomping that arm over and over! He backs up on the final stomp, running in with all his might only for Ursula to roll to the side, causing CCM run groin first into the railing! Ursula rises and rolls back into the ring to regroup. It was so rare for her to experience pain. She flexes her arm, curling her hand into a fist as it shakes. Parts of the black brace fall off and she decides to completely remove it at that point, tossing the practically useless arm protection aside.
The Challenger recovers and climbs on the apron behind her, slinking his way into the ring. He moves in and just as he goes for a grapple, Ursula turns and BIONIC HEADBUTT’s him right off his feet. He lays flat on his back, motionless. The Lady Terminator wrings out her arm a bit more, taking a bit of time before rolling CCM on his back. She squats over him and starts to lock in her infamous grounded Full Nelson Camel Clutch, THE MEGALOCK, but before she can lock her hands together, he slips one arm free, flips her onto her back and in this same motion he rolls with her, placing her bad arm in AN IMPROVISED CRUCIFIX ARMBAR!
The pain is unbearable. CCM has full leverage, pulling her arm back right to the breaking point. The question now for her is Pride or Prudence? Her free arm reaches for the ropes, but they’re too far away. Then suddenly the pained look on her face erodes to a deadpan expression as she reaches out and taps her hand to the canvas. The referee signals for the bell!
WINNER AND NEW KING OF THE SOUTH: C.C.M!!!!!
His music hits and CCM lets out a wild howl, releasing the hold and sprinting around the room. He shouts to the cheering fans. Ursula merely sits up and looks on, watching the referee bring the title to him. She suddenly rises to her feet, taking the belt and shoving the referee back. The Lady Terminator approaches CCM from behind, the crowd’s cheers becoming a bit more frenzied and panicked. He turns to face her and immediately strikes a defensive stance, but then is shocked by what he sees. The now former champion with a tired look on her face, holding the belt out to him. Tentatively he takes it, unsure of what to expect. Ursula then grips his other wrist with the hand of her good arm and holds his up in the air. CCM seems absolutely shocked by the display of sportsmanship being administered to him, especially considering his words earlier in the evening.
Spazz: I'm in dis-be-fuckin-lief dawg! CCM managed to make the Terminator tap out!
Koss: And he is now the first ever crowned King of the South!
Spazz: Ursula's awfully gracious in defeat. She setting him up?
Koss: No she's letting him leave the ring unscathed.
POST MATCH SEGMENT
Once the newly crowned champion leaves the ring, Ursula leans over the ropes, staring down at the floor looking utterly defeated yet somehow relieved all at the same time. She suddenly motions for a microphone and gets one. Bringing it to her lips she looks out over the crowd.UVR: Four hundred and thirty two days, I reigned in this ring as the Queen of the South. I have defended that championship against the very best that SRW has to offer that entire time. I am proud of the reign that I have accomplished and while I did not meet the goal, I can take solace in the fact that I am not leaving this company. This was not some hand off on the way out the door, but the passage of gold into the hands of a worthy competitor.
Ursula turns and walks to the center of the ring, all eyes upon her. She oddly seems at peace, relieved even as she finally looks to the fans around her.
UVR: Long ago in this ring, I was but a mockery. Here I stand twelve years later at the end of one of the longest title reigns this company has ever seen. Everything has built to this moment, where I finally found someone worthy enough to hold the gold that I fought so hard to gain and keep for so very long. That was why I chose to take the path I had with CCM. I wanted him at his absolute true best. Right down to making him believe that I was overlooking him. I overlook no one, but the condition of my arm granted him the chink in the armor he required this night.
She suddenly seems more human and vulnerable than she ever has in the past.
UVR: My journey does not end here, where it began in Atlantic City, New Jersey. I will take some time to heal my wounds, regain my strength, and when I return to the SRW ring, I will climb from the very bottom and work harder than I have ever worked before to remind the world that I am more than a monarch who waits on her throne for challenges.
The Lady Terminator turns to look upon the massive Final Countdown stage.
UVR: and to each and every competitor in that locker room, I no longer have the "golden leash" around my neck. None of you are safe from me anymore.
Ursula tosses the microphone out of the ring, which the time keeper is once again in perfect position to reach up and catch effortlessly. She then drops down and exits the ring, heading to the back.
Koss: The Former Queen has spoken!
Spazz: Holy shit... what has CCM done? He's doomed everyone to become the new top dog in SRW!
Koss: We'll see, but for now, thank you all and have a wonderful night!
Koss: The Former Queen has spoken!
Spazz: Holy shit... what has CCM done? He's doomed everyone to become the new top dog in SRW!
Koss: We'll see, but for now, thank you all and have a wonderful night!
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CREDITS
SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
TORNADO TAG TEAM ELIMINATION HELL IN A CELL MATCH
-THE SOCIALITES (C)-VS-TWIN SNAKES-VS-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-RIOT GROUP-VS-SKILLZ VENDORZ-VS-GALLUS MAG- WINNERS: BIANCA DAVIS & BRUISER MAGUIRE
TABLES MATCH
-BIANCA DAVIS-VS-JUSTICE CROSS-
Written by Mike
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
SADISTIC MADNESS FATAL FOURWAY ELIMINATION MATCH
(To win you must bleed your opponent before pinning or submitting them for elimination)
-KATE STEELE (C)-VS-VANCE ISAAC PARKER-VS-JULIET BLACK-VS-KILLER CARTER-
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
INFERNO MATCH
-LUTHER THUNDER(C)-VS-CODA-
30 MINUTE IRON MAN GRUDGE MATCH
-KENDRICK KROSS-VS-GRIFFIN HAWKINS-
MAIN EVENT
QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
SUBMISSION MATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-C.C.M.-
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SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
TORNADO TAG TEAM ELIMINATION HELL IN A CELL MATCH
-THE SOCIALITES (C)-VS-TWIN SNAKES-VS-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-RIOT GROUP-VS-SKILLZ VENDORZ-VS-GALLUS MAG- WINNERS: BIANCA DAVIS & BRUISER MAGUIRE
TABLES MATCH
-BIANCA DAVIS-VS-JUSTICE CROSS-
Written by Mike
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
SADISTIC MADNESS FATAL FOURWAY ELIMINATION MATCH
(To win you must bleed your opponent before pinning or submitting them for elimination)
-KATE STEELE (C)-VS-VANCE ISAAC PARKER-VS-JULIET BLACK-VS-KILLER CARTER-
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
INFERNO MATCH
-LUTHER THUNDER(C)-VS-CODA-
30 MINUTE IRON MAN GRUDGE MATCH
-KENDRICK KROSS-VS-GRIFFIN HAWKINS-
MAIN EVENT
QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
SUBMISSION MATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C)-VS-C.C.M.-
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