Post by Melinda Rhodes on Dec 4, 2021 19:59:53 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME GA
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ROME GA
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INTRO
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SEGMENT
Before Disturbed's "Immortalized" gets too far, her song plays upon the arena’s speakers, “Unforgiven” by Sevendust. The Lady Terminator steps out onto that lit stage, looking out upon the crowd and even with her left arm braced and held below her chest with a medical sling, she still cuts an imposing form. Ursula wears the jacket of her dark grey suit draped upon her shoulders, well shined shoes carrying her down the aisle to the ring. She enters that squared circle with care, calling for a microphone. Upon the device being handed to her, she thumbs the side of it to turn it on and brings it to her lips.UVR: Good evening. I have come out there to speak to all of you. Months ago, my arm was injured and rather than taking time off to see it tended to by medical professionals, I instead fulfilled my contractually scheduled obligations. This resulted in furthering the injury to a point where extensive time is required.
There is a murmur of disapproval heard from the crowd.
UVR: This is the price of passion and desire. Many accuse me of being an unfeeling monster when the reality is that I am a monster who feels. I simply do not express myself as others in this sport often do.
Her eyes lower to the gloved hand sticking out of the sling, which she flexes with mild irritation.
UVR: I would love nothing more than to enact my rematch clause and take my gold back from Mr. Millar, but I know that with this glaring vulnerability and the declining strength of this arm, I will be at even further of a disadvantage.
She turns her attention to the nearby camera and looks directly into the lens.
UVR: There is no animosity for you, CCM. You did admirably and took advantage of the only vulnerability I had at the time. Because of this injury, I will be allowing for others to rise in my stead to face you for the gold you now possess and I hope you retain the title for a long time… long enough for me to reclaim it after I rise from the ashes once again.
The familiar, rough hewn voice of Ivan Moody is heard roaring over the speakers, “Mama Said Knock You Out!” This immediately garners Ursula’s attention as the lights shift and change. She narrows her gaze, tossing the microphone down and slipping the jacket from her shoulders, readying herself to fight. It is not from in front the attack comes, however, as the infamous Isabella Pazzini of Uprising fame slides beneath the ropes. Ursula only realizes at the last moment, turning around but too little, too late, as her unprotected left arm is violently thrashed with a lead pipe numerous times! Ursula falls to the canvas, clutching at her arm in a rare showing of agony.
Koss: WHAT THE HELL?!
Spazz: It's that Bitch from Uprising, Isabella Pazzini!!!!
Yet she fights to her knees, pushing up with her good arm while Mrs. Pazzini looks on in complete shock. She cracks the pipe across Von Rossbach’s back and then two devastating blows to the back of the head leave her unconscious.
Isabella: You see, Georgia? You see your hero, your legend FALL?! Behold a TRUE LEGEND! You want to mess with my family, Ursula? I will come to your home and ruin you!
SRW’s security staff come charging down the ramp. Isabella slides out of the ring, jumping over the barricade into the hostile crowd, taking a few lumps as she once again holds the microphone to her lips.
Isabella: Consider your beloved Terminator... TERMINATED!!!
Isabella scurries towards the exit, before the partisan SRW crowd can lynch her pink-haired bitch ass. EMTs run down the ramp to see to UVR, attending to her.
Spazz: I don't think I've ever seen anyone actually successfully take down Ursula Von Rossbach before!
Koss: Indeed. Isabella has invaded our show and struck a major blow tonight!
Spazz: Fucking hell man... Bitch snuck in through the crowd!
Koss: What a way to kick off tonight's show!
14-WAY OVER THE TOP ELIMINATION BATTLE ROYALE
WINNER FACES HARDCORE CHAMPION NEXT SAVAGE REVOLUTION!
-CHRISTINA ZDUNICH-VS-ROSE-VS-AKAKO OGAWA-VS-FAYE LANGE-VS-JULIET BLACK-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-VS-LUCIE TAYLOR-VS-LILY WILLIAMS-VS-RISA JACKSON-VS-KATE STEELE-VS-ISA STORM-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-VS-KILLER CARTER-VS-GRIFFIN HAWKINS-
The bell rings, chaos erupts, and immediately Juliet Black cracks Lily Williams with a BARE KNUCKLE GLAM, driving her into the ropes where she’s then promptly flipped out and to the floor!
LILY WILLIAMS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
This leads to Juliet in a bitter brawl with powerhouse Rose, finding herself getting battered back and into the ropes. Rose manages to sling her over the ropes, but Juliet manages to grab the ropes and save herself. Killer Carter catches Rose off guard with wicked ChokeBomb, tossing her out of the ring!
ROSE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
As chaos erupts all around them, Lucie Taylor batters The Killer from behind with several clubbing shots, but only receiving a wicked chop to her chest that knocks her off her feet! Carter flings her to the ropes and Risa Jackson rushes in with a well timed TYPE I Corkscrew Roundhouse that sends Lucie up and over the ropes!!
LUCI TAYLOR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
On the otherside of the ring, Kate Steele trades shot with Crystal Z! A Spinning Heel kick catches Crystal off guard, sending her into the ropes, which Kate follows up with a Yakuza Kick to finish the job, sending Crystal out and to the floor!
CHRISTINA ZDUNICH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Akako Ogawa catches Kate off guard with a running kick, nearly sending her over the ropes after that elimination. Before she can take advantage, however, Killer Carter catches her from behind in a rear waist lock, spins around, and Hits one German Suplex after another, moving closer to the ropes for a total of four with the last one sending Akako flying over the ropes and out of the ring upon a spectacular release.
AKAKO OGAWA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Meanwhile Griffin Hawkins catches Cherry Deville with a wicked SHOT IN THE DARK sending her out of the ring after putting up a valiant fight against the veteran wrestler!
CHERRY DEVILLE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
Elsewhere, Faye Lange finds herself bloodied and fighting as hard as she can against a vicious Juliet Black! She throws Juliet into the ropes and then rushes in with the clothesline only for Juliet to shoulder her and flip her over the ropes! Faye catches the ropes and lands on the apron. Juliet turns right into a wicked right hand that sends her staggering back. Faye hops onto the ropes as Juliet turns only for the rope to be shook by Psycho Maguire getting flung into it by Isa Storm! Faye straddles the ropes painfully only to eat a BAREKNUCKLE GLAM and be sent flying to the floor!!!
FAYE LANGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Kate Steele and Risa Jackson, on the other hand, double-team Griffin Hawkins, driving him into the ropes with combined strikes. The two hit a double Superkick, sending him flipping over the ropes, but Griffin hangs on to the second with one hand, his feet dangling inches from the floor! Kate and Risa have a little high five, only for Risa to hit Kate with a European Uppercut followed by GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP over the ropes and to the outside!!!
KATE STEELE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Isa Storm has been busy on the fringes of the battle, picking and choosing her shots. She catches Juliet Black from behind with a running forearm, hits Risa with a SLINGSHOT FLATLINER!!! Nearly eliminates Killer Carter and Griffin Hawkins both while they fight on the ropes, but both manage to save themselves yet again, only to run into the one person that’s been quietly sitting in a corner, watching and waiting… Psycho Maguire lights Storm up, blindsiding her with knees, elbows, forearm shots and a variety of other shots, driving her into the ropes before hitting THE DUBLIN KISS to send her to the outside!
ISA STORM HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
As Killer Carter throws one leg over the ropes to re-enter the ring, Psycho smiles and shouts, “NOTHING PERSONAL LASS!” and runs in with a leaping Knee to the chest that rocks Carter and sends her to the floor with Storm!!!
KILLER CARTER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Psycho pumps her fists and turns back to the ring and gets chewing gum spit right in her face from Juliet Black followed by THE BAREKNUCKLE GLAM, but Psycho doesn’t go down! She spits a bit of blood from her busted lip and answers back with THE DUBLIN KISS! Psycho and Juliet tear into each other from there, taking their best shots. Meanwhile Risa and Griffin are exchanging holds, strikes, and doing a dance of their own, trying to work each other over while not getting too close to the ring’s edge! Boot to the gut doubles Psycho over, followed by THE JUMPING SKULL FUCK!!! Juliet picks Psycho up and tosses her over the ropes!
PSYCHO MAGUIRE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Juliet smirks, turns and SHOT IN THE DARK right in Juliet Black’s face sends her over the ropes!!
JULIET BLACK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Griffin shouts to Juliet outside, “SORRY!” He then turns back to the intended target Supernova Risa, blocking a wicked roundhouse kick that nearly sends him teetering off his feet! He catches the second kick in his underarm and kicks her leg out, dropping her down and turning her over into THE LION TAMER!!! Risa thrashes about so much in the hold in her efforts to get out of it that he couldn’t fully cinch it in and she eventually manages to rip one leg free and kicks him square in the chest, freeing herself completely! She back rolls, but clearly feeling the effects of being in such a painful hold. He moves in and she catches him off guard with THE SOLAR FLARE!!! Griffin falls back, getting his hair a bit singed. He’s momentarily blinded by the intense bright light of her fireball!
He pulls himself up for a seat against the ropes and Risa moves in with THE IMPACT CRATER. The knee strike sees him slump down, completely dazed. Risa signals for her infamous finish, then gathers the dazed Griffin up and brings him down with the Backstabber right into the double arm lock she calls SPAGHETTIFICATION!!!!
Griffin cries out as the referee asks him over and over if he wants to submit. He shakes his head and shouts “NNNNOOO!!! AAAHHHH!!!!!” While kicking his legs, however, he manages to find the ropes and lock them around the bottom, forcing Risa to have to let go. Risa cries out in frustrated anger, stomping as she walks the customary five feet back. Griffin uses the ropes to pick himself up. Risa turns, seeing him pulling himself up and not putting much thought into it, she rushes at him and he drops at the last second, pulling down on the top rope! Risa flies over, but catches the second rope with both hands, slamming her lower back into the apron. Her feet are mere inches from the floor! She struggles to keep from elimination. Back in the ring, Griffin notices one of his strands of hair is darkened.
“MY HAIR!!!! She burned my hair! THAT BITCH!!!” He shouts, then turns to see her finally up on the apron and without any hesitation, slaps the leg as he hits the SHOT IN THE DARK HEARD ROUND THE WORLD!!! The crack echos as Risa’s head is rocked back and she’s sent flying off the apron and straight to the floor!
RISA JACKSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
“THAT’S FOR MY HAIR!!!!” Griffin shouts as his music plays over the P/A System.
WINNER AND NO.1 CONTENDER FOR THE SRW HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP: GRIFFIN HAWKINS!!!!
Koss: It looks like Griffin Hawkins will be up next to face the winner of Vance Isaac Parker VS Jazmyn Rain at the next Savage Revolution for the Hardcore Championship!
Spazz: Risa just learned why you do NOT fuck with that man's hair!
Koss: Indeed she has!
SEGEMENT
We cut backstage to the locker room belonging to Becca “Bruiser” Maguire as she sits there with her Tag Team Championship draped over her shoulder as she’s checking her phone and rolls her eyes as she looks off camera.Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Where the fuck is she?! I fuckin’ told her she needed to be here!
Within a moment, being fashionably late, we see the other half of the Tag Team Champions, Bianca Davis arrive, stopping as she poses a bit for photos before shutting the door. Wearing a crown on her head, and her Tag Team Title draped over her shoulder, wearing a nice looking tight fitting black dress, black high heel pumps, and a black Chanel handbag. She looks with a smile at her “partner” as she says.
Bianca Davis: What's that look for? I know, fashionably late again, you know how many still want to give thanks to me? Like, it’s December, which is B-Mass you know right? Yeah, but so many are still giving their thanks for Give Thanks For Bianca Month. I had to have security finally get them away from me! Ugh!
Bianca scoffs, as she then snaps her finger as one of her simps brings her a water as she takes a sip before shooing them away.
Bianca Davis: Need a water? I mean, gotta keep yourself hydrated you know, good for your skin and all of that.
Bruiser just stares at her as though she was out of her mind before she shakes her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Naw, I’m good… and next time? Get ya’lls ass here on time, aye?
Bianca looks taken back as she says smugly.
Bianca Davis: Trust me, they’d wait to hear what we have to say. I mean they know they are on the Queen's time. But, I get it, don’t you worry, I also got you something, it's a surprise for later on for the B-Mass season, since you’re my partner.
Bianca smiles brightly as she takes another sip of water.
Bianca Davis: So we need to address my adoring public?
Bruiser rolls her eyes again as she reaches into her duffel bag and takes out a bottle of beer and cracks it open, she knew she’d need it if she was going to have to put up with Davis. She takes a swig and puts on her best fake smile and motions to the camera.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Fuckin’ take it away, “Ya Majesty”...
Bianca smiles, thinking to herself now that's more like it, as she looks at the camera, her smile bright as she smiles proudly drawing the attention to her and her title as she soon spoke in a loud proud tone.
Bianca Davis: Ladies, gentleman, simps, peasants, and all of you my loyal insignificant subjects, I am your Queen Bianca Davis. I’m now once again a champion in this company, one half of your Tag Team Champions. Now you may look at me and my partner and think, how long is this gonna last? Or how nervous is Becca to have such an amazing partner as myself? Well, the last one is for her to answer but the first one is as long as we want it too. See, we are both accomplished tag team wrestlers. I mean the Pretty Committee has won tag team titles all over the world, and plus I hold four titles currently in this business, Becca is a tag team specialist herself.
BIanca smiled, in a fake way.
Bianca Davis: See I know you’d think I’d do something to ruin this but here's the thing, I am nothing if not a sweet, kind and compassionate person and Becca knows this. That is why with me and her together, well the other teams are going to have a hard time competing isn't that right, doll?
Bruiser takes another swig of her beer and leans in towards Davis.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: I’ll only ask this once… don’t… fuckin’ call me… doll…
The Shieldmaiden then turns her attention to the camera.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: This business ain’t an easy one to be a part o’... and sometimes ya’ll gotta do shite that ya ain’t gonna like. So aye, I may not be happy havin’ to team up and defend these titles with Davis here… but I respect this business…
Bruiser removes her championship from over her shoulder and holds it up to the camera.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: ...and I respect these belts too much to just fuckin’ give it all up just coz o’ who I’ll be defendin’ ‘em with!
The heavily tattooed woman replaces her title back over her shoulder.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And tonight? There’s a number one contenders tag team match… pittin’ the Skillz Vendorz against the Socialites… with the winnin’ team challengin’ us for these titles. Now… I got a lot o’ respect for the Skillz Vendorz… they’re a damn good tag team…
She glances over to Davis briefly before turning back to the camera.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: ...and I guess the Socialites are fuckin’ good at what they do too. But ya’ll better fuckin’ understand somethin’... no matter who wins tonight? Ya’ll better be prepared for the fight o’ ya fuckin’ lives if ya wanna take these belts from us!
Bianca smiles before turning her head toward the camera.
Bianca Davis: Yes, two former sets of tag team champions, I know what the Socialites can do personally better than anyone here, and they did take those belts from the Vendorz might I add. A true top tier team for sure, but enough about that, you said it best anyway, how about your B-Mass gift? Are you ready? Close your eyes, this is gonna be so amazing!
Bruiser practically chugs the rest of her beer and decides to just go along with it and closes her eyes. Bianca smiles, pulling out a small paper crown and putting it on the head of Becca, careful not to fully touch her gloves to her head as she smiled and said in a loud tone.
Bianca Davis: Okay you can open your eyes!
Bruiser opens her eyes and turns to look in the mirror to see the paper crown on her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Oh… it’s…
Bruiser turns her attention to Davis.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Ya’ll ain’t expectin’ me to wear this fuckin’ thin’ all the time are ya?
Bianca smiles brightly as she says.
Bianca Davis: I knew you would like it, and it goes great with your choice of outfits. I mean accessorization really helps make outfits pop you know? You’re welcome by the way. But seeing the B-Mass season is upon us and I am in a very giving mood.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye, great… now considerin’ we’re done here… can I have my locker room back? Pretty fuckin’ sure someone such as yaself is super busy and ya’ll need to be somewhere else like gettin’ ya nails done or some shite.
Bianca smiles proudly as she says.
Bianca Daivs: See ya around, partner!
Bianca said with a smile that a lot could see right through as she turned on her heel and sauntered off proudly as Bruiser sighs, clearly annoyed by the antics of the Queen as we cut elsewhere.
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to a dressing room where Meg Coleman is seen just finishing stretching and now sitting down in a chair. She looks to her right where her sister Cindy Coleman is sitting looking over something on her phone it seems. Meg leans over to see what her younger sister Cindy is looking at with so much purpose across her face.Meg: Cindy….
Cindy: What???
Meg: Why?
Cindy: I am just trying to google search the bimbo.
Meg: There is no need for any of that.
Cindy: But, the more information you know the better when it comes to this witch.
Meg: I honestly don’t need anymore information then I already know.
Cindy: Are you sure?
Meg: Yes I am quite sure.
Cindy puts her phone down and just shrugs her shoulders. Meg looks up glaring directly at the camera crew that is obviously in her dressing room. Cindy also looks up and has a surprised look on her face.
Cindy: OH look Megan we got visitors…..
Meg: My dear sister, how much you still have to learn about this business.
Cindy: What do you mean?
Meg kind of laughs a little as she shakes her head at Cindy. This causes Cindy to look confused.
Cindy: Seriously what do you mean Megan?
Meg: We are at a wrestling show and rule one is always expect cameras to be lurking.
Cindy: Really that’s rule one?
Meg: I mean it’s a very important rule, Let's just say that.
Cindy: Well hello camera crew I am Cindy Coleman the baddest ass Coleman in the family. You can also refer to me as your girl CC.
Meg rolls her eyes and even giggles a little after what Cindy just said.
Meg: Blair Jackson….
Cindy: Quite the rude bitch if you ask me....
Meg: She has certainly shown her true colors over the past week on social media.
Cindy: She’s lucky she's facing you and not me.
Meg: Huh? You wrestled a whole three matches then decided to go back to your fitness model thing.
Cindy: And, I also choose to be your manager don’t forget that.
Meg: Yeah… Anyways I do not believe she is lucky at all. Blair is about to step into the ring with Hands of Steel.
Cindy looked over at Megan a little confused and then at her hands too.
Meg: It’s a metaphor because of how hard I hit..
Cindy: Ohhhh I get it clever.
Meg: Anyways Blair Jackson you are a rude little troll who honestly needs her ass whooped and honestly I will be quite happy to give you said ass whooping here tonight. You believe you are above me and probably everyone else in the entire world. You are honestly kind of a stuck up snob. At first I thought of you as maybe misunderstood but how wrong my first thoughts were.
Cindy: No one likes a snob Blair..
Meg: I especially don’t. But, Blair tonight you I guess are going to walk out to that ring thinking you got this and how you are superior to me. However you will find out that when that bell rings I am literally a weapon. These hands, these feet and pretty much every part of my damned body is a weapon inside that ring. You see my whole life I know I was born to be a fighter and tonight you will get a fight.
Cindy: A fight that she won’t be able to handle!
Cindy raised her voice a little to make sure she got her point across.
Meg: I believe you are right. I mean rather I make her tap or knock her out one way or another I believe she falls.
Cindy: You believe? You should just know.
Meg: I am not overly cocky like Blair there Cindy. I know that out in that ring anything can happen but I damn sure believe in myself and believe with my knowledge I stand the best chance of winning.
Cindy: My prediction is Megan Coleman for the win! Blair can’t handle a Coleman!
Meg: Not much more that needs to be said except to my fans out there tonight get ready to enjoy me giving it everything I got out there like I always do and hopefully shutting that snob up.
The camera crew exits the dressing room with Cindy blowing a kiss towards the camera.
Spazz: An awful lot of assuming going on here tonight, Lunchbox.
Koss: You know what they say about assumptions.
Spazz: They make yous look like a dumbass
-MEGAN COLEMAN-VS-BLAIR JACKSON-
RESULT: DOUBLE COUNT OUT - NO WINNER
Post Match: Security has to break the two up and send them to the back.
Koss: That was just a plain fugly match!
Spazz: It was like watching a train wreck where nobody died. Maybe they'll be a bit more respectful and do some fuckin' homework on each other next time.
Koss: Indeed. Professionals never dismiss each other.
Spazz: or talk about who's a safe worker.
Koss: Wrestling isn't safe folks. It's even more dangerous when opponents don't do their due diligence and at least have passing familiarity with each other.
SEGMENT
Ringside, and out walks what appears to be some kind of herald from the medieval days. He has a trumpet, and starts playing a very regal-sounding fanfare. The words “BOW TO THE KING” appear on the screen, and out walks the new SRW King of the South, CCM, wearing a regal regalia and a crown, WMD by his side. The King of the South Championship sits over his left shoulder, and the Overdrive Championship over his right, as he walks up to where the herald is tootling away. He shakes his head, before decking the poor bugger right in the face, and he falls down with one last “toot” as CCM clicks his fingers and Judas Priest’s “Firepower” hits the PA. He walks to the ring, handing the two belts to WMD for a moment, before ripping off the robe and crown, chucking them into the crowd revealing him actually wearing a pair of jeans and a Fury Road t-shirt. He grabs the belts back, sliding in the ring and raises them up, before laying them across the turnbuckle so he can actually hold a microphone. WMD takes a microphone too.CCM: So now we’ve gotten the hoity toity pretentious crap out of the way, rest assured that’s the last time you’ll see me dressed like a snobby flippin’ pillock. It’s amazing how many people in wrestling get the title of “king” from somewhere and turn into absolute blithering ponces. I am not going to do that, and the tapes of me doing that in Memphis are quite clearly doctored, I assure you. So here we are. Everyone said I wouldn’t and couldn’t make UVR submit, but hey ho, looks like you were all bloody wrong, weren’t ya?
The crowd boos a little at this.
CCM: Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being wrong, ironically enough. I mean, I married Christina Zdunich, so we all get things horrendously wrong. But it is what it is. I traded two ex-wives for two championships, and that’s fine with me. But what this means is that when it comes to Southern Rebellion Wrestling, Team Millar is on top. Our family name has reached its apex, and everyone is delighted back home, from mum to Dirty Dave, Cousin Steve up in Grimsby, the whole bleeding clan. Heck, my old man’s never wrestled a match here where he WASN’T the main event, because the simple fact is, when you’ve got a Millar on the marquee, we all get paid a lot more because they’re queueing around the block to get in! Tell ‘em, dad!
The big man smirks.
WMD: Too bloody right, my grandkids actually suggested I should change my name to Main Event Millar now, aren’t those some clever kiddos eh..obviously got their smarts from ol’ Pop-Pop even if their dad is what he is.
WMD chuckles nudging his son who mock-laughs along before faking being insulted.
WMD: In all seriousness though, 2 matches into my career in these years and in this country, both matches Main Events. Now sure I didn’t win them but the caliber of competition I faced, I would wager to say that not that most of you on this roster could say you would have fared much better against the likes of UVR..well as I said, MOST of you wouldn’t fare that well.
He flashes a cheesy grin and winks nodding at his kid. CCM smirks.
CCM: Yeah, well I don’t really have any grand mandate as a champion. I’m not out here to give some grandiose speech, and tell you how everything changes now. Sure all the belts save my Overdrive changed hands at the Final Countdown, including the big Dutch dildo getting his arse set on fire being a personal favourite of mine... but you’re used to high quality wrestling here in SRW, and you’ll continue to get it. But the most important thing is the person on all the marquees is much better looking. So you all get to enjoy this handsome devil, you lucky gits!
This mainly received boos, but there are a few excited squeals from women in the crowd.
CCM: So I’ll leave you with this. I sit atop the throne atop the mountain here in SRW now. So to all you goons in the back, if you want a piece of the double champion, I suggest you get training hard and impressing Ms. Rhodes, because the champ doesn’t just hand out free shots. I jumped through eleventy two different hoops to get this damn title, and you can be damn sure I’m gonna put any prospective challenger through a similar amount of rigour if I get MY way. So show the boss and the world what you can do. Because if you want a chance of getting either of these titles away from me, you’re gonna need to be ELITE.
His music hits as he drops the mic, and father and son make their way to the back.
-ZOEY BELLE-VS-CHELSEA SKYE-
The match begins playfully with some mild flirtation, a bit of verbal “foreplay” before the two lock up. Chelsea’s greater strength and knowledge pays dividends as she takes, twists, and turns Zoey’s arm in a variety of holds, dominating her in a technical exchange. Zoey even flips forward to take the tension off of her elbow, but Chelsea follows up, keeping the pressure on! Chelsea twists once again and then brings Zoey down with RAGE OF THE HEAVENS! Zoey flips with the hold however and manages to roll right out of it! Chelsea sits up in shock only to hit a running knee and follow up with KICKDRUM STOMPS! Zoey allows Chelsea to rise halfway as she bolts for the ropes, hits, backflips, and MINDLESS CUTTER-NO! Chelsea saves herself with a shove at the last second. Zoey recovers quickly, tripping Chelsea up and rolling her into a quick pin! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!!!
Both on their feet, Chelsea swings at Zoey with a fast jab, but Zoey ducks it, running past Chelsea who then runs for the opposite ropes. They both rebound ANGEL’S RECKONING CONNECTS! Zoey’s world is rocked as Chelsea then vaults to the nearest corner and SKYES THE LIMIT SPLASH HITS FULL ON! She hooks the leg and ONE!!! TWO!!! THRRREEE!!!
WINNER: CHELSEA SKYE!!!
Spazz: You know, theys got really far early with each other in this match dawg.
Koss: No judgement's here other than the referee's declaration of Chelsea Skye as the winner tonight!
Spazz: All I know is, things I heard about those two off cameras had me goin' damn all throughout this match!
Koss: Oh?
Spazz: *Leans in and whispers into Koss's ear*
Koss: *Eyes go wide* Oh.... OOOOOHH!
Spazz: Yeah fats. You know what I'm talking about.
SEGMENTS
HOUSE OF DIX
We head backstage where in a tradition as old as time itself, Tracy Dixon is waiting for Kara Harrington to show up.Tracy: Why is she always late?
Kara then comes scurrying in.
Tracy: HEY! Glad you could make it!
Kara: SHUT UP, YOU FAT UGLY COW!!!
Tracy looks shocked.
Tracy: HEY! What the HELL?!
Kara: Oh, well haven’t you heard? This whole partners getting along thing is old hat now. The tag champs want to kill each other, so I figured I’d jump on the trend before it became passe, you know... you disgusting tramp!
Looking offended beyond all scales at first Tracy tilts her head looking at her “friend”.
Tracy: Wait..so why are YOU the mean one, why can’t I be mean to YOU instead?
Harrington glares at her ominously.
Kara: Because if you do I’ll go O.J on you..
Tracy: like..the juice?
Kara: I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!
Dixon jumps, startled.
Tracy: Okay, you can be the mean one.
Kara: Good! I have experience in this area. Besides, no offense, but I don’t think you’re really cut out for being mean. You’re too much of a sweetie, you couldn’t hurt a fly.
Tracy grunts.
Tracy: I dunno, I don’t really like being mean to people.
Kara: Yeah! Stuff it, let’s try for funsies. Say something mean to me.
Tracy: Uh... I’m good. I kinda don’t want to be killed right now, we have a match coming up.
Kara: Nah, this one’s a free pass. I won’t kill you.
Tracy raises an eyebrow.
Tracy: Or maim me?
Kara nods.
Kara: Not even a light bruising.
Dixon seems honestly taken back.
Tracy: Well, gee..I don’t know. I mean this is a pretty great chance, I wish I had prepared a list of insults or something. I mean gosh what am I supposed to..
Kara: Hurry it up tubby! We got a match! BLOODY INSULT ME ALREADY YOU BINT!
Tracy: KYAAAH! ALRIGHT YOUR HAIR IS STUPID!
Kara blinks.
Kara: WHAT?! Do you have ANY idea how much this cost?!
Tracy: OH wow, that didn’t go as I--
Kara: I mean... I’d expect that from Bianca Davis, not you! What, are you gonna call me an uggo next?!
Tracy: NO, I--
Kara suddenly reverts into a complete child, which means we get our first viewing of a while of...
Wendy: YOU’S A BIG MEANIE! HOUSE HAS SELF-ESTEEM ISSUES, why’s you mean to House, me’s telling on you!
Tracy: But--
Wendy: OH WHAT’S WRONGSIES WITH ME’S BUTT NOW?! First it was Housie Hair, me’s thought you liked blue and we were fwiendsies but now it’s me badonkie(kong)donk too!?
Tracy: But I–
Wendy: YEAH!? NO NEED TO WEPEAT IT YOU BIG MEANIE BUM-BUM FACE OF D00M!
Tracy: House.. I didn’t mean to, Kara told me to do it since it’s the trend and I just did that so we could be a better team for our match, I would never really hurt you.
House’s demeanour changes and she has a big smile.
Wendy: OKAY, that makes sense! House got da wong end of da stick, it wasn’t on the porpoise. OOOH, can we’s get cake?
Tracy: Uh... we kind of have a match.
Wendy: .......then cake?!
Tracy: I... guess?!
Suddenly, Kara’s personality pops back in.
Kara: Okay, time to crack some skulls. You ready?
Tracy seems confused.
Tracy: Uh sure... skulls, then... I guess.
Kara tilts her head to one side.
Kara: Jeez, you sound so unsure of yourself.
She laughs.
Kara: You’re such a child.
Kara walks off leaving a bemused Tracy to try process any of what just happened, before she scurries off after her.
SHIELD MAIDENS
Backstage in the Shieldmaiden dressing room, the five on the card, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Kara “Killer” Carter and manager Aoife “Banshee” Maguire all stand, ready to let loose on the world.Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: So, we all have been big matches on this show tonight. Jack and I face House of Dix again and Sorsh and Kara are in that Hardcore Championship clusterfuck…
Psycho snickers.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tha bae one way tae put it…
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Just a bit of fun for a Friday night for you?
Psycho smiles.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha bae anutter…
Killer just sits there glaring off to the side, not making eye contact with any of her Shieldmaiden sisters as she cracks her knuckles.
Kara "Killer" Carter: All I care about is maiming that bitch, Juliet Black! If it wasn’t for her I’d have my Hardcore Championship back!
Psycho shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: She an’ I have a bit o’ a history as well.
Killer stands to her feet and glances at all of her Shieldmaiden sisters individually, a look of anger and intensity in her eyes.
Kara "Killer" Carter: Final Countdown didn’t go well for any of us! Hell, even Bruiser… despite the fact she won gold… she’s gotta defend those tag titles with that plastic fucking bimbo instead of you, Sorsh!
Killer points to Psycho as she says her name.
Kara "Killer" Carter: I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m getting sick and tired of getting fucked over by these egotistical, pretentious assholes and bitches who think they’re hot shit! We’re the fucking Shieldmaidens! We should be running this place! We should be making sure every single other person on this fucking roster fears us!
Bullet nods, walking up to her and pats her future sister-in-law on the cheek.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Es la verdad… and you know how we get there?
She nods to the camera as she slowly turns to face its withering lens.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We start by having Killer and Psycho walk through twelve other pendejos to get back to the Hardcore Championship! We get there by Jack and I going out there with Tracy Dixon and Kara Harrington and reminding everyone why we are the three-time champions and why Jack has a tag team championship pedigree that is second to none! We do it by making sure that win, lose or draw, everyone who steps into the ring with one of us feels it afterwards! We make sure that everyone who gets in the ring with a Shieldmaiden knows they had the fight of their lives no matter what the end result was!
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Fuck yeah!
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye!
Kara "Killer" Carter: Damn fucking right!
Bullet nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We do not know what everyone else has come here to do tonight but us…
She motions to encompass everyone else standing there with her.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: We have come to fight and so fight we shall because hell is empty…
All: And the Maidens are here!
-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-RIOT GROUP-
These two long standing rivals seem to know the steps so well as they worked against one another as they have many times before. Kara kicks things off with Bullet and the two enter a dangerous ballet of back and forth exchanges that go from strikes to holds to dodges and weaves. They know each other so well that neither seems to get a true advantage, tagging out to Tracy and Jackie respectively! It’s not as two-sided here as Jackie dances around the slower moving Dixon. She peppers her with kicks and strikes, keeping her larger foe off balance for many minutes. ONE-ARMED BANDIT-NO! Tracy stands firm and flips Jackie over her shoulders then hits the ropes! Rebound as Jackie gets to her feet and is clothesline off her feet by Dixon who howls in triumph! She quickly goes for the cover! ONE! TW-KICK OUT!
Tracy gathers Jackie up, tags in Kara. Together they hit a Double Suplex in the middle of the ring, Kara follows this up with a diving headbutt and pin! ONE! TWO! TH-BROKEN UP! Bullet makes the save on Bandit and immediately she and Kara enter into a brawl! Tracy rushes in with a running KENTUCKY BLIND DATE! Bullet is sent through the ropes from the impact. The HoD members high-five each other as Tracy goes back to her corner. As Kara picks up Bandit, she’s pulled into a Small Package Possum Pin!! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTTHHHRRR-BARELY KICKED OUT!!!
Tracy is looking on in shock at what almost happened, Bandit rolling back from Kara and holding her fingers mere inches apart saying, “That close!”
Kara gets angry and moves in quickly on Bandit, who back rolls and makes a hot tag to Bullet who catches Kara off guard with SWEATING BULLETS! Blow after blow lands. Kara counters with a back elbow to buy her a moment to catch her breath. Bullet moves in to eat a second elbow, opening her up for THE CHAOS CUTTER-REVERSED!!! Bullet flips to the side, taking Kara’s arm and pulling her into THE DIOS ES UNA BALA!!! (Ripcord Elbow)
Tracy rushes into the ring only to be cut off by a running ONE-ARMED BANDIT!!! Bullet makes the cover and ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
WINNER: RIOT GROUP!!!
Koss: Impressive win by the Roit Group!
Spazz: It was close as fuck! This motherfucker could've gone either way!
Koss: These two teams know each other so well and we saw that in this match as they clearly were giving each other one hell of a run throughout this match!
SEGMENTS
JAZMYN RAIN
The scene cuts in on Jazmyn Rain in the locker room and while she is not necessarily the happiest person at the moment, she doesn’t seem like she is in the mood to back down and just cower away in fear. She does have some things on her mind. Through that frustration that she’s feeling, there is also a determination to definitely make some sort of impact and as she processes these final thoughts, that’s precisely what she is remembering. A few moments later, she's about to express these thoughts.Jazmyn Rain: I can’t lie. This is one of those instances where I feel like a sacrificial lamb. I can’t even say that I’ve really made any sort of impact in SRW at all and yet, I’m being thrown into this fire for a Hardcore title match against someone that is clearly all over the place? Yeah, I’ve seen all the daily tweets and I’ve seen the same old crap from VIP or whatever he wants to call himself. I didn’t necessarily want to bother with that because Twitter can be quite the cesspool at times sadly and plus with how repetitive he is, it’d be the same damn thing day after day. Yeah, he thinks he’s the shit because he won the Hardcore title recently. I get that. I’m not so sure why I’ve been thrown into this. Hence, the ‘sacrificial lamb’ feeling. Does SRW think that I’m just going to lie down, die and be someone else’s victim? Am I already being written off as someone that’s going to be a stepping stone for another wrestler? Let’s HOPE this isn’t the case. But the fact that I can’t shake these feelings to the fullest extent does make this bother me a little…
But there’s still a match to fight and that is what I plan on doing. If I have to ‘shock the world’ tonight, then so be it. I WILL be doing that. Everyone expects me to just be completely walked all over. They see this match and the odds are seemingly stacked against me and you know, that’s fine and everything. Many would say that I don’t even deserve this match or belong in this match, but it is what it is and I am going to make the most of it. I am not going to be a sacrificial lamb challenger just to make someone else look good. Hell with that! I know what I am capable of. I am not some random four-time world champion that you can just hire off the street. That’s not me. I wouldn’t be where I am today if I wasn’t good enough and despite what most may say, I AM good enough to be here. I WANT to be here. I am not going to allow what has happened to me up to this point weigh me down.
Damn it, I am a survivor that has been through a lot of shit! Excuse the language, but that’s how much passion that I’ve got for this and I’m not going to carry these feelings of frustration that I’ve been feeling for a while any longer. This isn’t just some showcase for a new Hardcore champion to just run me over and make me look good at my expense. I am worth a fuckton more than that and if you all don’t want to see that, then screw it. I will make you see that. So listen to me real good, champ. You are in for a much tougher fight than you expect. I already know you’ve written me off. Why not? Pretty much everyone else has considering that I’m a challenger that has been thrown into the fire out of nowhere. I didn’t come here to be an afterthought. I didn’t come here to be just another name on the roster. I didn’t come here just to arrive, wrestle, leave, call it a night and just move on like nothing happened.
I’m far too good for that and I am far too good to be treated as or seen as your fucking sacrificial lamb. That’s not what you are going to get tonight and that’s not what I am. So yeah, let’s “SHOCK THE WORLD”. Winning tonight may be a shocker to everyone else, but it wouldn’t be to me considering what I know I am capable of. Even death itself has tried to defeat me and it completely failed… and that’s a true story by the way. You’re going to have to kill me to run me out of this company… and VIP… that’s NOT going to happen!
Jazmyn quickly leaves the scene in a huff, definitely showing more of that anger and frustration that is going through her as the scene fades out.
VANCE ISAAC PARKER
The Electric Quartet Remix of Falco’s “Rock Me Amadeus” starts us off, and the SRW fanbase is already not having any of it after the way Final Countdown went down! The lights dim, and a single spotlight takes over the stage where we see the man of the hour, Vance Isaac Parker himself, appear to bask in his own spotlight. Appearing next to him was a rolling supply cart with a large rectangular shape on top of it, with a black cover over it to obscure whatever it was. VIP however was dressed to compete, with his double pinstripe track pants and sleeveless “wolfpac” esque VIP logo shirt, with black elbow pads to match.Koss: Ladies and gentlemen, no your eyes do not deceive you, yes that is the new SRW Hardcore champion following the events of Final Countdown…
Spazz: He walked into a violent match, with more violent competitors and barely escaped to claim that title himself! Now he’s coming out to classical remixes with spotlights, I don’t even know with my former broadcast partner anymore!
VIP pushed his cart to ringside where he instructed a pair of ring crew to carefully bring it into the ring, while he followed closely to ensure they took only the utmost care of whatever it was. They pushed the cart to the center of the ring, where VIP stood, before finally clearing his throat to get the last ring crew person to fetch him a microphone.
Vance Isaac Parker: You all thought I was dead…
“BOOOOOOO!!”
Vance Isaac Parker: The gasps, the shock, the awe when I said what I said were so very real. Fans and co-workers alike could not believe I’d go off on the person that signs my checks. Fans...each and every member of the…
VIP points his finger into the crowd and spins around to catch everybody in attendance.
Vance Isaac Parker: ...YOUniverse, had written me off and was all but preparing my obituary when our boss had sentenced me to what she clearly believed was certain death. How’d that work for you by the way, Miss Rhodes?
Koss: He’s STILL taunting the boss?!
Spazz: He’s the champion now, he took what she threw at him and made the most of it! He’s got room for bragging rights here!
Vance Isaac Parker: I was told what I’d have to do to win, and if I’m honest...it turned me off. I mean to get the blood of another man on my ring gear or let alone my own hands...it’s barbaric. How you people watch that kind of, well, what I can only describe as raw human torture, is completely beyond me, but…
“VIP SUCKS!”
Vance Isaac Parker: Yeah, I’ve got the microphone geniuses, I can be louder than you.
“BOOOOOOO!!”
Vance Isaac Parker: ...Anyway, I went out there and I followed all the rules that were placed virtually for me to fail because our boss is so spiteful, and I didn’t even use a weapon! I made someone bleed, and I pinned them. Just like the rules said to do. And now I’m here tonight as your...SRW Champion. What’s that, I forgot a word? Oh, right, well that brings us to the mystery cover sitting to my right. You see, I was a sport and I endured and followed the rules to claim what is now my property...and as of tonight, it is now everyone else’s turn to show me the same respect and follow my rules!
VIP turns and whips the cover off the item, revealing a clear, protective plexiglass security case sat over a luxurious royal red velvet pillow as a pair of championships sat proudly on display. It truly was a breathtaking display. The first, was the pristine Academy Awards championship from California Grapplers that he won first, but the second, was indeed the SRW Hardcore championship but there was something different about it…
Vance Isaac Parker: My rules are simple. As long as I hold this championship, no longer will athletes be subjected to physically abusing their own bodies with razor blades, light tubes, steel chairs, chains, and kendo sticks. Why? I’m glad you asked, because that is a great question. No one should be subjected to such abuse just for the fifteen minutes of entertainment of some drunks in the front row. Nonono, as long as I hold this title, it shall be known as the SRW Purification Championship. With actual rules and regulations to follow in the match, like an extended ring out count of twenty instead of ten…
“BOOOOOOO!!”
Vance Isaac Parker: That’s right, boo rules you lawless heathens. Furthermore, going to the top rope shall be considered a disqualification, and athletes shall be limited to just five rope breaks per match. All title matches for my Purification Championship shall be contested within a twenty minute time limit and, perhaps the coup de grace, the championship will change hands on a disqualification. If you can’t follow rules, then you don’t deserve to be the champion!
Spazz: What the hell is VIP trying to do, cause a riot?!
Vance Isaac Parker: Furthermore, while Jazmyn Rain is officially penciled in to challenge me tonight, future challengers will be subject to filing the proper paperwork, and stamped by a verified notary public, and submitted to my legal counsel for review. Pending the results of said review will determine if such an individual will actually be getting the opportunity they’ve requested.
Koss: What? He can’t do that!
Spazz: He’s the champ so who’s to say he doesn’t have some type of choice in who his next contender is……
Vance Isaac Parker: Now then, with my piece said, and you can debate it further with my legal team, Miss Rhodes, as I’m aware you have all of their pertinent contact information…
VIP turns to face the hard cam directly.
Vance Isaac Parker: Jazmyn, the VIP Invitational to the SRW Purification Championship Open Challenge starts...right now! Come try to keep up!
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-VANCE ISAAC PARKER(C)-VS-JAZMYN RAIN-
People have come to expect brutality out of the gate in any hardcore championship, but VIP slid out of the ring when Jazmyn entered with a chair in her hand screaming at him! He would yell at her about rules and how his title is now the “Purification” Championship and that her “barbarism” wouldn’t be tolerated. Jaz promptly throws the chair out of the ring and demands he get back in. VIP eats valuable seconds, holding up a finger as he very slowly climbs the ring steps and walks the length of the ring apron, even taking time to wipe his feet before entering. Jazmyn would rush at him only for VIP to slip back through the ropes while holding his hands up! The referee steps between them, almost looking apologetically at Jaz.
The two are forced back and VIP enters the ring proper. Jazmyn rears her fist back to hit him and stops when VIP holds a hand up, explaining the rules to her. Shrugging she promptly hits a hellacious whack of a chop across his chest, giving him instant blisters! VIP staggers back howling in pain! VIP fires back with a chop of his own that sends Jazmyn back a step! The two enter into a wicked exchange of chops that ends with an Enziguri kick from Jamyn that practically flips VIP forward for a flatback landing! This is followed by a wicked running springboard Moonsault pin! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!
VIP gets up yelling about rope contact but is bowled off his feet by a running Backslide Pin!!! ONE!!! TW-KICKOUT!!! The two get to their feet and Jazmyn goes for a lock up but a two finger jab right in her eyes catches her by surprise, leaving her stumbling, blind and clutching at her eyes! He then scoops her up and hits THE AUTOCARROT DRIVER!!! VIP pins her with a leg across the throat! ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: VANCE ISAAC PARKER!
Vance rolls out of the ring, grabbing his belt and walking laughing as he backs his way up the ramp!
Spazz: This is NOT fucking Hardcore!
Koss: This cannot go on at all. With the words said earlier by VIP combined with the defacement of that championship belt, I imagine Rebel Rhodes is not going to have kind words for VIP, especially after this match.
Spazz: Gee, YOU THINK?!
SEGMENT
Outside the arena, Halo looks out across the parking lot seemingly taking in the sight of it all. She walks over to a bench and leans over the back, placing her hands on the top of the bench top. Her hands squeezing the ridged back, she nods slowly to herself.Halo: I’m not in there tonight…
Her gaze remains attuned to the distance.
Halo: It was the same story at the last Epoch show and the last pay-per-view as well.
She clicks her teeth with her tongue
Halo: Matter of fact, aside from welcoming VIP here in his debut and an appearance as a lumberjill, I ain’t surprised if most of you watchin’ forgot I even worked here anymore.
Slowly turning her head, Halo glares into the camera.
Halo: I’ve been booked in a match once in the last ten, count ‘em, TEN SRW shows! Aside from that one match against VIP, the last time they thought I was good enough to be in that fuckin’ place was the Fury Road where I fought CCM in the finals of a tournament that was apparently a hell of a lot more important than anyone participating in it knew because you look at what happened to everyone else in that motherfucker and then look at what happened to me.
She looks away to the horizon again.
Halo: L.A. Beasley got a phone call wishing her well in her future endeavors. Azurine Vebbins and Olivia Blue have competed. Isa Storm lost n the first round but she had a Hardcore Title shot on the last Savage Revolution.
She glances down at the bench and almost laughs despite herself.
Halo: Coda went on to win a championship.
She nods and then looks back up to the horizon.
Halo: So did Bruiser.
She shrugs and then looks back to the camera.
Halo: CCM was in the finals with me and he’s the top dog now while I can’t seem to even get lobbed a damn phone call!
Releasing her grip on the bench, she turns to properly face the camera.
Halo: I beat both of them in that tournament and yet somehow they’re champions now and I can’t even get more than a one off for a guy who is also a fucking champion here already!
The anger rises.
Halo: I lost my last match, yes, but I beat Coda the last time I was in the ring with her and I beat Bruiser the last time I was in the ring with her. I’ve won championships here, one I ran Katie Chaos clean out the damn company. The other two I took off FM Young and Ursula Von Rossbach! Nobody else here can say that! The only other one who can say he took one off Ursula is the current King of the fucking place… meanwhile…
She points angrily to herself.
Halo: I’m standing out here wondering why I can’t even get my name on the guestlist to even watch the fucking show!
Her arm swings back and points at the building.
Halo: According to your champions list, I’ve beaten the best this place has to offer! I started off this year running Katie Chaos into oblivion and then defending that Hardcore Championship like it as an old school TV Championship! I defended it three shows in a row and then finally lost it on the fourth one when I got booked into a twenty-five person clusterfuck main event that was basiclly designed to fuck me and I spent the next part of the year helping fight off the Covenant. I go to the finals of that tournament on Fury Road and get thanked by basically being forgotten about so what exactly do I need to do to make it so you all see me as worth your time?
She turns and glares harshly at the arena.
Halo: Until they decide that, I guess I’m out here, literally on the outside looking in and waiting for the chance to show the world that the only reason that ain’t me sitting on that damn throne is that the others all got opportunities that the poor girl from the repo’d house wasn’t deemed worthy of getting!
She turns back to the camera, fire in her eyes.
Halo: I know I can stand here and scream until I lose my voice and there won’t be an answer comin’ my way any more than the chances some of the rest of you got even after I beat you but it’s still my mission now to make as much noise as I can to make sure this bullshit never happens again!
Her right hand thrusts out violently, pointing at the ground.
Halo: There have been twelve SRW shows I wasn’t booked on this year, nine of them have happened since I lost that finals match to CCM at the end of August. And I can’t help but wonder…
That right hand rises up with the thumb and forefinger separated by mere millimeters.
Halo: I was this close once to beating you Mister Champion and what would happen if I ever got a second chance at you?
Her hand drops back to its natural position.
Halo: I was on a high note when I ran into you. I had momentum and some very big wins with me and now I wonder if that shouldn’t have been me in that match with Ursula instead of you. I been here since damn near day one! I been here since the place had a different name and I been through every GM this place has ever had! I’ve been in the ring with almost every big name and I’ve beaten a lot of them so what am I doing out here minted of being in there with you?
She shrugs, the fire inside her seemingly boiling over.
Halo: I don’t know, but God as my witness, I’m gonna make it my mission to outwork everyone else to get back in that building, get back in that ring and march right back to the top until I’m standing in that fucking ring across from you or whoever ele is holding that championship and I kick their fucking head off to hold it up and call myself champion again!
She looks back out into the distance.
Halo: Until then… be happy I’m out here… and not in there… hunting you…
Her jaw clenches and her teeth grind.
Halo: One of these days…
The camera lingers on her for a second and then swings up and away, showing the blackness of the darkened sky.
TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH
-SKILLZ VENDORZ-VS-SOCIALITES-
The match begins with a vicious exchange between the Vendorz and Socialites, the two absolutely trading shots. The Socialites have the advantage for a short time before the Vendorz come back strong with THE ZERG RUSH on Vanessa Page! Pinfall with a two count. More back and forth exchanges of throws and holds until the Socialites come back with THE MAGIC KILLER on Sammi Belmont! Pinfall and a two and a half count broken up by Kat Cage! Things get wild from there as the two teams go all out in a wicked display of acrobatics and dirty tactics from the Vendorz and Socialites respectively. The two sides get separated, with Danielle fighting Kat and Vanessa getting thrown out of the ring by Sammi. Sammi and Kat then double team the Danielle, hitting THE METEOR!!! Sammi celebrates while Kat takes a moment to recover. With the ref’s back turned, Vanessa slides into the ring with a chair and *WHACK* down she goes with a chair shot. Vanessa tosses the chair down and falls down on her back as well. The ref looks behind, not knowing who did what and declares a No Contest!!!
RESULT: NO CONTEST DRAW - NO WINNER!
Koss: This just in, due to the inconclusive match result, we've just received word that the Number 1 Contendership now goes to the Riot Group. They will be facing The Tag Team Champions in their next Title defense!
Spazz: Riot Group's been outta' tha' running for the tag belts for awhile. They are one of the OG teams. They should get a shot up in here!
Koss: Indeed. We expected much more from the Vendorz and the Socialites than this, given that they're both former tag champions themselves.
SEGMENT
We are backstage at the world renown Rebel Star Arena in Rome, Georgia with the now FORMER Ultimate Conquest Champion Luther Thunder dressed up in his street gear obviously ready for the match.Luther Thunder: Well just in case you are blind or didn’t see Final Countdown, YES I lost my Ultimate Conquest Championship against CODA in the hellacious Inferno Match, I was literally set on fire and still the so called “fans” of SRW choose to disrespect me, booing an jeering. You people who have never gotten any exercise in your entire lives, where your physical peak is making it to the fridge and back without a break to restup. You dare to cheer for a barbaric demonic being such as CODA as a champion, for the fact that I was ON FIRE for you, for the very division I built from ground up. I made the Ultimate Conquest Divisioni that championship is mine, I AM THIS DIVISION even if CODA may just be the person in possession of the championship right now.
Esme: At least you’re not being cross or salty about it, that would be unprofessional!
She says with a goofy amused look on her face, we hear a couple fans laugh from the stands which doesn’t seem to help Luther’s mood any.
Luther Thunder: Exactly, I am a PROFESSIONAL wrestler, not a glorified stuntman or some sideshow freak who gets his jollies in matches that make a mockery of our industry. So those of you who have already crossed me off as a past champion, I’d like to remind you that I lost that championship before, I won it back too. I went to hell and back with my series of matches with Juliet Black, so if you think a little fire is going to scare me from taking back what is rightfully mine you are sorely mistaken. Tonight’s match is a Ladder match and there are those who would argue that a man of my size and physique should not go to heights such as the ones those ladders can carry but I am not worried about being up there in the heights, not even the slightest. I am however worried about anyone who is up there with me, CODA may not exactly see this as a lucky break either since she knows full well what I am capable of from the past and in such heights, such surroundings as the ones this match provides. Well let’s be honest accidents can and do happen and it would be quite the shame if per say our newly ground champion would take a tumble and get hurt now wouldn’t it? Let’s imagine if you can that she would even be LUCKY enough to get that title at the end of the match, however because of the grueling nature of the match she would not be fit enough to defend it again..that would leave poor Mel Rhodes in a bit of a pickle. You’d have to book a tournament, start searching for contenders and replacements for poor Coda. Of course all that could be avoided since well, I’m right here. I’m not that fragile and should our illustrious champion be unable to fulfill their duties. I would offer to sacrifice my no doubt upwards rocketing career to be your Ultimate Conquest Champion, again.
Esme: What a selfless and truly caring thing to do! You’re all about sacrificing yourself for the greater good. Everyone knows you could be the King of the South anytime you want, you’ve beaten CCM before, but you just keep on being that workhorse!
He looks at her then back at the camera.
Luther Thunder: We’ve been about this thing for a while Coda, you can be proud of that win at Final Countdown all you want, just know that going into this match tonight. Everything can change on you again just as quick as it did at the pay per view. I’m wishing you the best of luck out there tonight because the good lord and every single one of these fans knows you are going to need it a whole hell of a lot more than I ever will, so I’ll see you out thereon the ladder, go ahead break a leg, oh I mean good luck..champ!
With that the show moves on.
MAIN EVENT
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH
-CODA (C)-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-
Luther is a vengeful ex-champion as he comes at Coda like a raging bull. Coda side steps, kicking him in the ribs twice, but on the second shot, he catches her leg, pulls her in and HURLS her over the ropes to the outside! He slides outside, picking her up and bodily hurling her like a rag doll all over the ringside area, slinging her into barricades, tables, the apron edge, and ringsteps. At one point he slings her under the ring apron, laughing at her as he pulls her out from under the ring only to be cracked with the KANABO!!! He’s sent staggering and falls to one knee, blood running down the side of his head! Coda follows up swinging for the fences to the back of Luther’s head, sending him on his face. Angrily she tosses the weapon into the ring, then goes for the ladder at the otherside of the ring.
Sliding the ladder in, she sets it up and makes her way to the top. There she struggles with the latch holding the belt, only to suddenly have the ladder get knocked out from under her by LUTHER THUNDER WITH THE KANABO!!! Coda hangs like a pinata while holding the belt and he smiles evilly, rearing the weapon back. She lets go of the belt, dropping down to a seat and leaving Luther swinging at nothing but air! Luther is left off balance and finds himself tripped up by Coda. He crashes to the canvas as Coda rolls to her feet! He rises to his hands and knees only to eat a harsh running knee that rolls him onto his back. Luther barely avoids a running stomp from Coda by rolling away and to his feet. She rushes in with an onslaught of strikes, but he blocks them one after the other.
Suddenly Coda goes for his legs and tries to lift him up. She gets him an inch off the canvas before a double axehandle cracks across her back, followed by a lift up for THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES-NO! Coda slips down his back and runs for the ropes. She rebounds and THUNDERSTRUCK KICK TAKES HER DOWN!!! Luther picks up the ladder and sets it right on top of her, climbing to the top. Coda struggles underneath the ladder while Luther’s slow, pained ascent to the top occurs. Showing great flexibility, Coda manages to slip free from beneath it without Luther’s notice, so focused is he on that title dangling above. He reaches up, taking it and then starts to work the latch. Suddenly the fans are cheering hard, which finally draws his attention. He looks to the nearby corner, seeing a very intense Coda staring at him. Thinking fast, he grips the top of the ladder as she takes flight with a FLYING SYMPHONIC ELBOW!!! Luther is rocked off the top of the knocked over ladder, hitting the ropes and flipping out of the ring to land on the floor in a heap. Coda has a rough landing in the ring herself.
Hurting from the big move and hard landing, she sets the ladder back in place. Slowly, she climbs her way up, gritting her teeth with great effort. Reaching up, she takes the belt in hand and starts to work the latch. Naturally, it seems extremely stuck. This gives time for Luther to recover from the big move, pulling himself up on the apron. His face is now a crimson mask as he enters the ring. Coda looks down to see him advancing and quickly hooks her arms in the belt as he violently kicks the ladder out from under her! He then grabs her legs and starts to pull but surprisingly, she holds firm with her arms locked inside the belt!
“GET OFF MY BELT BITCH!!!” roars Luther until suddenly the latch snaps in half and he yanks both the belt and the champion to the canvas! However, this means that with Coda holding the belt… she’s won!
WINNER AND STILL ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: CODA!!!!
Luther immediately freaks out, stomping around the ring and kicking the ropes. Coda rolls out of the ring with her Kanabo and championship in hand, holding the belt high in the air defiant and triumphant all at once!
Koss: Well that's all the time we have folks!
Spazz: What a show man....
Koss: Indeed, from the opening moments where Ursula was sent to the hospital by an invading force to this exciting main event and all the shenanigans in between!
Spazz: And we's expecting words from the boss about the Hardcore Championship situation. The fans were pissed and that title means so much to this company. I can't believe she's letting VIP get away with this shit!
Koss: It's setting a lousy precedence for the rest of the roster. It needs to be add-
Koss is interrupted.
SEGMENT
Before the show can go off the air, a darkened room is suddenly shown on the big screen over the stage. And though within it we see but a single shadowed form beneath a dim light, we can clearly hear the sound of one hand hitting another.Applause. Decidedly deliberate applause.
?: I see not much has changed around here. Mouths run loud and hot, violence is the order of the day and chaos? Chaos comes as easily as breathing. Truly it is as if I never left.
Spazz: Yo, Koss! I’m pretty sure I recognize that voice! Sweet and spicy like-
Koss: -like Creole fire!
Spazz: You read my mind!
The crowd seems to recognize those accented tones. The profile becomes clearer as the woman walks forward, clapping anew as she finally enters the light, revealing herself as the Mother of Destruction, Lyra LeVeux-Donavan!
Spazz: The Soul Stealer is back, baby!
Koss: Didn’t see THIS coming! Man, what a night!
Lyra looks about as though she’s gazing at the fans, her smile just as spicy as always… the sort that makes you sure she’s up to something, but you’re not sure what! Dressed in a pleated black skirt, studden and laden with chains, calf-high strapped leather boots, fishnets and a buttoned white top with a purple tartan tie, Lyra looks like she hasn’t aged a day. Hair woven into two long braids framing her head, she ceases the applause and laces her fingers together like a giddy child.
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Did you miss me?! I’m touched!
Spazz: I sure as hell did!
Koss: That’s a married woman, man!
Spazz: It ain’t like he’s around, lunchbox! Don’t be a killjoy! I don't see any big, burly Irish mofugga about to stomp my dick in the dirt... lemme' enjoy the view yo!
Licking black lips, Lyra grins at the camera…
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Somehow, I can just imagine Spazz making some lewd comment. You’re cute, dear, but not THAT cute.
Spazz: So you’re sayin’ I got a shot?!
…then gives it a wink, but slowly downgrades her smile after. Oh, she’s still smiling, but it is in a sneakier way now. Almost a smirk.
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: That’s why it’s so hard to disappoint you, my dears. You see, while I AM back, I’m not in Southern Rebellion to wrestle. And not just because it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the roster.
A wink toward the camera shows that, at least in part, the young lady is joking. Now, though, that smile turns into a serious yet still lovely expression. One of determination and barely-contained excitement that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle.
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: That’s a conversation for another time. I’m here for another reason, something nearer and dearer to my heart. You see, something that I accepted once upon a time as the proper path… well, I found myself disagreeing with it recently. Feeling like it was an action that left too much undone, too much unsaid. Life is all about making the most of our short time on Earth. None of us are immortal. In time, the flesh will falter and spirit will fade away, leaving us as little more than memories.
She gets a bit serious, lowering her gaze a bit.
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: I admit to a certain amount of, shall we say, loving selfishness. The same passion that burns within me and keeps me going each and every day is something I look for in others. And where I find it, I like to foster it, help it to grow until it burns white-hot. The selfishness comes from wanting to see that passion push the people I care about to even greater heights. But what happens when someone has already reached the top of the mountain? Where is there left to go, even with passion burning bright?
Twirling a braid around one of her fingers, the other arm crossed over her chest, Lyra sways for a moment as her smile grows again.
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Why, when that happens, you burn down the sky. The moon. The SUN. You burn down EVERYTHING to make way for new heights to reach for!
The murmur of the fans starts to ramp up, as if they know what she’s getting at…
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: And THAT is why I am here, my dears! To show you the man… no, the DRAGON… that will set the heavens ablaze and reach the stratosphere with dust and blood in his wake! Ladies and gentlemen…
Koss: Oh, holy shit!
Spazz: Wait, she ain’t talkin’ about-
A shape much taller and much broader than Lyra comes into view, coming forward to stand behind her. Her excitement at this point is palpable; she’s almost shaking with glee!
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: …get on your feet! Raise your hands and greet the newest member of the Southern Rebellion roster! He is a multiple-time World Heavyweight and World Tag Team Champion, a two-time Hall of Famer and the former Owner and CEO of HYBRID Wrestling!
Koss: It IS!
Spazz: I take back everything I said! I don’t wanna burn!
Couldn’t have gotten a bigger boom with a megaton of dynamite going off in the ring at this point!
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: This… is the Irish Dragon… ERIC DONAVAN!
And he at last steps into view behind Lyra, charcoal gray Armani, emerald green tie, long hair drawn back tight and that wicked, enticing Donavan Smirk plastered all over his face. His message is simple and to the point:
Eric Donavan: Pleasure to meet you, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the inferno.
And the fans’ response?
Crowd: EVERYTHING BURNS!
Eric nods with that smirk at full mast as Savage Revolution fades to black.
CREDITS
14-WAY OVER THE TOP ELIMINATION BATTLE ROYALE
WINNER FACES HARDCORE CHAMPION NEXT SAVAGE REVOLUTION!
-CHRISTINA ZDUNICH-VS-ROSE-VS-AKAKO OGAWA-VS-FAYE LANGE-VS-JULIET BLACK-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-VS-LUCIE TAYLOR-VS-LILY WILLIAMS-VS-RISA JACKSON-VS-KATE STEELE-VS-ISA STORM-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-VS-KILLER CARTER-VS-GRIFFIN HAWKINS-
-MEGAN COLEMAN-VS-BLAIR JACKSON-
DOUBLE COUNT OUT DRAW
-ZOEY BELLE-VS-CHELSEA SKYE-
-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-RIOT GROUP-
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-VANCE ISAAC PARKER(C)-VS-JAZMYN RAIN-
TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH
-SKILLZ VENDORZ-VS-SOCIALITES-
NO CONTEST DQ
MAIN EVENT
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH
-CODA (C)-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-
14-WAY OVER THE TOP ELIMINATION BATTLE ROYALE
WINNER FACES HARDCORE CHAMPION NEXT SAVAGE REVOLUTION!
-CHRISTINA ZDUNICH-VS-ROSE-VS-AKAKO OGAWA-VS-FAYE LANGE-VS-JULIET BLACK-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-VS-LUCIE TAYLOR-VS-LILY WILLIAMS-VS-RISA JACKSON-VS-KATE STEELE-VS-ISA STORM-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-VS-KILLER CARTER-VS-GRIFFIN HAWKINS-
-MEGAN COLEMAN-VS-BLAIR JACKSON-
DOUBLE COUNT OUT DRAW
-ZOEY BELLE-VS-CHELSEA SKYE-
-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-RIOT GROUP-
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-VANCE ISAAC PARKER(C)-VS-JAZMYN RAIN-
TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH
-SKILLZ VENDORZ-VS-SOCIALITES-
NO CONTEST DQ
MAIN EVENT
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH
-CODA (C)-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-