Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jan 19, 2022 15:16:36 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME GA
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INTRO
Pyro, music, videos, screaming fans, you know the drill by now! We go right to the announce table where we find Joe Koss and Mike Spazz ready to go!
Koss: Welcome to SRW Savage Revolution, I’m Joe Koss alongside my broadcast partner, Mike Spazz!
Spazz: Sup!
Koss: What a great card we have lined up for you, though unfortunately a match was removed from the card. The Socialites and Twin Snakes unfortunately could not make it tonight so we will be short one match for this event.
Spazz: Quality, not quantity, lunchbox!
Koss: Indeed. Opening up is a returning Risa Jackson taking on Megan Coleman, Azurine Vebbins is also back to take on Sierra Silver, Kendrick Kross faces the violent Juliet Black, Our “Purification”-
Spazz: HARDCORE BITCH!
Koss: -Championship will be on the line as VIP will be defending it against Griffin Hawkins in a special VIPure rules match.
Spazz: BLASPHEMY MOTHERFUCKERS! That’s the Hardcore championship and you do not defend it in anything but the hardest of core no rules contest!
Koss: Griffin Hawkins agreed to this match and I for one hope he wins it. We have other championships that could cater to pure rules style matches and that isn’t one of them.
Spazz: Damn straight, fats!
Koss: Bianca Davis and Becca Maguire defend the Southern Cross Tag Championships against The Riot Group!
Spazz: $20 says they say fuck it and all three beat the shit out of Bianca Davis!
Koss: Becca Maguire doesn’t want to give up any gold without a fight, but can she co-exist with such an impossible and treacherous partner? We’ll see soon enough!
Spazz: Shit has GOT to be torture for her though.
Koss: Coda will be making her second Ultimate Conquest defense against a very game Justice Cross. It should be a great fight between two solid competitors. Lastly, The newly minted King of the South, CCM, will be taking on his old rival, Luther Thunder, inside of a steel cage in defense of his crown. Will Luther be able to take it off of his old foe as fast as it was put on him or will CCM prove too wily?
Spazz: Never count out the little guy with a big brain yo. CCM can dance circles around that big lump of meat in the ring!
Koss: We will learn soon enough! On with the show!
SEGMENT
The cameras come on in the parking area of the Savage Arena as a fire engine red, 2022 Ferrari Roma pulls into a parking space. The door opens, revealing a head of brown hair, with a shock of blue and pink at the ends of pigtails. As the subject rises from the vehicle, it's revealed to be none other than the "Cosmic Swan" Risa Jackson! She smiles as she sees the camera, shouldering her gym bag as she climbs out of the vehicle.Monty Proust: Hey there Risa! Welcome back from the break. How were your holidays?
Risa Jackson: Thanks Monty! And yeah, it was a really great holiday. You?
Monty Proust: Can't complain. So, big plans for the New Year?
Risa looks pensive for a moment, nodding her head and smiling.
Risa Jackson: I sure do Monty. Most importantly? I need to right the wrongs I committed last year. I upset a LOT of people because I was more focused on trying to be something I'm not, than trying to succeed at what I'm meant to do.
She adjusts her bag on her shoulder, closing the car door and locking it with a beep.
Risa Jackson: I also wanna show the world that there's more to me than just an angry little gremlin, you know? I'm determined to show not only SRW but the rest of the world that I'm a champion calibur talent!
Monty nods.
Monty Proust: Well if it makes you feel any better Risa? I think you're a real champ!
Risa laughs, giving Monty a tight hug around the waist.
Risa Jackson: Thanks Monty! I got a show to open, so I gotta get going, okay? We should definitely chat more soon though!
The Cosmic Swan giggles, making her way off camera as Monty turns to the camera.
Monty Proust: There you have it SRW! Back to the show!
-MEGAN COLEMAN-VS-RISA JACKSON-
The match begins with Risa ducking and weaving around the oncoming onslaught of Megan Coleman, narrowly avoiding dangerous kicks and strikes with bends, spins, twists, and acrobatic dodges, finishing with a backflip that clips Megan’s jaw with the toes of Risa’s boots! This angers Megan, driving her forward with even more fury Risa blocks a backfist and flips Megan to the mat. Coleman gets to her feet quickly, narrowly side-stepping a running dropkick and stomping Risa hard when she hits the mat. Risa rolls to her knees, eating a hard kick to her chest. Megan then hits the Senton Splash off the top rope, hooking the leg for a pin but Risa kicks out at two! Megan gathers her up and knees her in the gut, then pulls her in for a Piledriver! She then goes to the top again and dives with the 450 DOOM! Risa barely rolls out of the way, leaving Megan to hit the mat hard enough to bounce! Megan fights to her feet, clutching at her gut and backs into a corner! Risa hits a running Enziguri in the corner and BOTH BARRELS Basement Dropkick finish! Megan rolls out of the corner onto her back in a serious amount of pain. Risa vaults to the top rope and hits HEAVEN’S FALL, promptly making the cover for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER: RISA JACKSON!
Spazz: She ain’t a Tiger! She ain’t an Exploding Star! She’s THE COSMIC MOTHERFUCKING SWAN SON!!!
Koss: Big win against a very game Megan Coleman tonight for Risa Jackson! After everything that’s happened to her recently, it’s about time she had a change in fortune!
SEGMENT
The shot opens on a dark and stormy cliche. Where the lightning is bright enough to light up the darkest of hearts and the thunder is loud enough to scare even Superman himself! Somewhere in this dreadful storm… a supervillain plots her evil schemes… her machinations lie undetected… for now…The shot zooms in from the rainy sky, into a state, into a town, into a neighborhood, and focuses on…
A cute cat sitting in a window!
…Then back out to a different house. Dark, brooding music begins to play. The shot walks up to and through the front door into the dark house. Through the living room, up the stairs to the second floor, and into the room marked “secret lair” on the door and covered with rainbow and puppy stickers. Inside the door, we find the evilest, the scariest, the most villainous villain in the history of villainy…
Laying on her back, holding her pet chinchilla, Rey, up in the air and making airplane noises as she gently moves her pet around in the air.
Yes, this diabolical mastermind is the World’s Sweetest Supervillain, Sierra Silver, clearly hard at work training her own army of flying pets, ala the Wicked Witch of the West.
The flying chinchilla antics go on for a few more short moments before Sierra notices the camera watching her.
Sierra Silver: Oh!
Sierra sits up to sit cross-legged with the tiny rodent in her lap. She gently pets Rey as she speaks.
Sierra Silver: Henlo, SRDub! It is I, your worst nightmare! It is Sierra! HECKIN! Silver!!! And by the time you view this, I will be… Already inside the building!
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Sierra Silver: Dun dun duuuuuuun… Okay, y’know what? Okay, Google! Turn off evil lair lights!
Another voice is heard saying “Okay, turning off evil lair lights” followed by the lights suddenly going off and Sierra saying “thankies!” Some grunting is heard before a light is shone under Sierra’s chin, emanating from her cellphone, giving her scary story face.
Sierra Silver: ALREADY INSIDE THE BUILDING!!! …Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuun!
The attempt at ominous atmosphere is dampened by Rey climbing into the flashlight’s beam to see what’s going on, the extra weight of the chinchilla causes sierra to drop her phone. The light goes crazy as the phone falls from her hand and off her lap onto the carpet floor.
Sierra Silver: Aw rats… Okay, Google! Turn evil lair lights on!
The lights shine to life again to reveal Sierra wearing a big, bright smile.
Sierra Silver: That’s right! I am already in that very area you’re in, preparing for my super epic matchup with the one, the only, Azurine Vebbins! I mean, not the /only/ Azurine Vebbins! I mean, the odds of someone else having that same name are somewhat high… But uniqueness is more than a name, it’s your character! And there’s nobody like Ms. Vebbins! But… but uh… Um… Where was I?
Sierra scratches Rey’s chin for a moment as she thinks…
Sierra Silver: Oh! Right! See, I’m gonna be facing Azzy! And it’s gonna be a super duper fun action-packed match between two super-powerful superhoomans! There will be chills, thrills, and skills that pay the bills! Who d’you think is going to win this match, Rey-Rey??
Sierra holds the chinchilla up and locks eyes with her. A few moments pass in silence before Sierra kisses the rodent’s head.
Sierra Silver: That’s right, the fans! And not just because of our match, but because of the entirety of the Savage Revolution card! This show is the place to be!
Silver sets Rey down on the ground and gives her a little slice of apple to munch on.
Sierra Silver: So! My point is… This match is going to be super fun. I’m sure Azurine is going to give it her best and I’m sure as HECK I will. No matter who wins, it’’ sure to be the bomb dot com! …But it’s going to be me! But until then, friends, stay spooky! I will see you out there! Bye-bye!!!
Sierra waves both hands at the camera with excitement as the footage comes to an end
-AZURINE VEBBINS-VS-SIERRA SILVER-
The two wrestling oddities circle each other until Sierra makes the first move, lunging forward and then pointing down at Azzy’s boots and shouting “BOOTS UNTIED!” Azzy looks down and gets thumped on her nose with a wicked laugh from Sierra! Not liking being tricked, Azzy puffs up and chops Sierra across the chest, sending her foe staggering back, clutching her chest. She then hits a jumping clothesline to knock the “fiendish” one down, promptly hitting the ropes and returning with a running elbow smash, but Sierra avoids it, catching her by the hair from behind and yanking Azzy off her feet with a hair pull mat slam! This is followed by a springboard senton splash and a pin, but Azzy kicks out at one and a half!
Both get on their feet and Sierra tries to engage Azzy in a striking contest, quickly learning that the redheaded geek goddess is no slouch in the striking department, avoiding and blocking all of Sierra’s strikes and rocking her off her feet with a palm strike to the chest. She then strikes a “Ninja Nerd” pose. Sierra takes advantage, yanking the legs right out from under Azzy in mid pose with a sweep, followed by a split leg pin! Kickout at two! Both roll back to their feet with Sierra heading for the ropes.
Azzy turns right into a Superkick, but ducks, catching the leg on her shoulder and promptly lifting Sierra up and depositing her on the canvas with a modified rolling fireman’s carry slam! She then slips Sierra into a Full Nelson and pulls her to a stand. PEARLY GATEKE-NO!!! Sierra falls out of Azzy’s Full Nelson. Azzy bends forward with the attempt to try and grab her, eating a kick to the head that sends her staggering. Sierra then hops up and hits THE GREENHEART!!! She immediately follows it by vaulting up to the nearby corner and leaping off with THE SILVER SUN RISING! Hook of the leg and 1-2-3!!!
WINNER: SIERRA SILVER!
Koss: A great contest between Vebbins and Silver! These two gave a very back and forth battle in that ring, but Sierra was just a little hungrier!
Spazz: Cute = Dangerous AF! She’s an evil genius for a reason yo! Foolin us all with her goofy act!
Koss: Goofy or not, keep your eyes on Sierra! This up and comer is not a slouch!
SEGMENT
The camera opens upon Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and Kara “Killer” Carbajal, none of them looking happy.Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So SRW come back and only three of us are booked and we’re booked…
She pauses, looking like she wants to punch the wall.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Against each other…
The anger suddenly gives way to nausea.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And we have to tolerate Bianca Davis being there too…
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: At least it is for the championships.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yeah, but you know there’s no way the walking STD that is Veronica Taylor and the Page Sisters are going to allow this match to go down properly!
Psycho crosses her arms.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, this bae bullshit tha It’s nay me in this match wit ye!
Bruiser nods as she places her hand onto her wife’s shoulder and lightly squeezes.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I know, lass… ya’ll know how bad I wanted to be crowned the tag champs with ya…
She sighs as she looks down at her championship over her shoulder before looking back up to her fellow sisters.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: But ya’ll know that I respect this business and these titles way too much to just throw ‘em away just coz o’ who I’m holdin’ them with. And Davis has assured me that she ain’t gonna pull any fuckin’ shite and I’ve made sure she fuckin’ knows that if she does? I’ll put the bitch down myself.
Banshee almost laughs, causing everyone to turn to look at her.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Aye? An’ I wouldnay bae trustin’ her as far as I could bae throwin’ her!
Bullet smirks.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I think Bruiser, Killer and you might be able to throw her a good distance.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Not far enough!
Kara "Killer" Carbajal: I’ll happily throw her off a short fucking cliff!
The behemoth folds her tree trunk like arms across her chest and shakes her head as Bruiser nods to all of them.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Oh aye, don’t get me wron’... I don’t fuckin’ believe a word that comes out o’ that fuckin’ mouth. End o’ the day though… what can we really do? All we can do is go out there and have our match… and Bullet? Bandit? Ya’ll know I ain’t gonna take any shite from Davis in this match. I plan on goin’ to that fuckin’ rin’, havin’ a banger o’ a tag team title match and I’m aimin’ to keep this strap just as much as ya’ll will be aimin’ to take them away from Davis and I. But when it comes down to it… while I value bein’ a champion… I’m a fuckin’ Shieldmaiden first and I’ll always have ya fuckin’ backs.
Bandit nods agreeably.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Good, then no matter what that fucking stain on humanity you have to call a partner does, make damn sure you don’t take the night off against us. If we win, we want to have earned it and if we lose…
She pauses, nodding firmly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I want to know you had to damn near kill us to get there!
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Es la verdad. Let us have it no matter what she does, good, dirty, ugly or otherwise. And if the others arrive to try and help you, we have back-up as well. Do not look back.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Ya’ll know I’ll give it everythin’ I got. I respect ya’ll too much not too.
Killer then steps forward to the rest of them.
Kara "Killer" Carbajal: We’ll be watching… go out there and kick ass like you always do.
Killer raises her fist and gives the rest of her sisters a fist bump. Psycho and Banshee both nod to everyone.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, go knock tha rancid maet curtain dead!
Bandit and Bullet both grin at Psycho’s words.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Oh, we intend to.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Es la verdad.
-KENDRICK KROSS-VS-JULIET BLACK-
The match opens with Kross going for a cheap shot, but Juliet catching him by the wrist and hitting a wicked chop to his chest, followed by a hard kick to the gut, twisting his arm, stepping over it, and back kicking him in the jaw, then jumping and performing a thigh-press arm snap! Double K was hissing in pain when a roundhouse kick brought him to his knees! A running knee from Juliet would be narrowly blocked by his arm, which he then shoves back. He gets to his feet and gets a kick to the shin, managing to bring his arm up to block a high kick! BARE KNUCKLE GLAM DUCKED! Kendrick ducks the infamous right hook from hell, taking Juliet’s legs out from under her and springing forward and slamming her right on her back, then flipping her over into a Boston Crab!!! Juliet struggles for several seconds in the hold, slowly pulling Kendrick towards the ropes, only for him to smile half-stand, walk her back to the center of the ring and squat down once more. Juliet growls in outrage, pounding her fist to the canvas before fighting even more. Kendrick’s grip begins to weaken and eventually he has to let go, dropping Juliet’s legs and stepping away from her. He leans against the ropes, sweat running down his brow as Juliet fights to her feet on shaky legs, weakened from the hold. She limps, glaring angrily at Kendrick.He shoves off the ropes and moves in. Juliet swings and he blocks, promptly kicking her legs repeatedly. She buckles, dropping to one knee. He fires off another low kick aiming for her ribs and she takes it, but hooks an arm around his calf, falling back with a leg whip throwing him to the canvas! Black gets up, limping a bit quicker towards her foe and peppering him with kicks from what apparently is her good leg. She goes for a jumping Curb Stomp, but he rises as her foot connects, Double K actually pushing her back up in the air. He turns, catches her and plants her with a hard power slam!
On instinct, Juliet rolls onto all fours, stunned but fighting to stand. Thinking fast, Kendrick hits THE TRAMP STAMP OUTTA NOWHERE! Her head crashes to the mat and she flops onto her back, where Double K falls across her for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER: KENDRICK KROSS!
Koss: Never underestimate Ken Kross!
Spazz: Dude’s an opportunist and he damn sure ain’t passing up any chance you give him!
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to a private locker room where we find Griffin Hawkins with wireless earbuds in his ears, listening to music while stretching and preparing for his upcoming match with the “Purification” Champion, Vance Isaac Parker. A tattooed hand slips into frame, pushing the button on his retro-style boombox, cutting the music. He suddenly stands up, tense and looking ready to fight until he realizes it’s his old friend and now boss, Melinda Rhodes, stepping up to him.Griffin: Oh, hey Mel! Come to check up on me before the match?
Mel looks him directly in the eye, a stern look on her face.
Mel: I don’t know why you want to take him on playing by HIS rules when we both know what that belt is supposed to represent. This bullshit has gone on long enough.
Griff nods, placing his hands on his hips.
Griffin: I can take him and beat him at his own stupid game. It’s what I’ve done my entire career. People like him stack the deck in his favor all the time and I’m about to kick the deck right out from under him.
She turns away from Griff, shaking her head and looking up at the ceiling for a moment.
Mel: You know what the worst part of this is?
Griffin: I can think of a few worst parts, but what’s that?
Mel turns back to face him.
Mel: It’s my own damn fault we’re in this mess. I couldn’t keep my cool and he played me like so many motherfuckers have played me throughout my life, got me angry and stupid. I gave him the shot thinking the woodchippers would do what they do best and instead it backfired and now he’s taken my favorite championship in wrestling and turned it into this… this fucking tragedy and every goddamn tweet, segment, and moment he makes is rubbing the salt in my fucking wound.
Her fist quivers, her breathing elevated and nostrils flaring as her eyes go directly to the floor. Griff gives her an understanding nod.
Griffin: Look, I’ll face him in that ring and rip that belt off him. Restore it to it’s hardcore glory and give you some peace, maybe send his ass packing back to Hollywood! You’ll see!
Griffin gives her a light pat on the arm, shooting her a cocky smile. Mel grabs his hand before he can pull it back, looking him dead in the eye once more.
Mel: Dude, don’t let him play you. He wins? You not only got his gloating to deal with, but you’ll prove him right and Griffin? Once that happens, there’s not a fucking thing I can do about it any further, you feel me? You’ve allowed him to go on with this just like I made the fucker a champ.
The Jukebox Hero yanks his hand away, looking uncertain at Mel for several seconds.
Griffin: You don’t think I can beat him, is that it? How long have you known me, Mel?
Mel gives him a sardonic smirk.
Mel: Long enough to know when you’re going in hot and cocky against someone you think is beneath you. You’ve always been an arrogant grandstander, you’re a showman at heart. All it takes is one slip up on your part and you’ve proven him right. Don’t. Do. it. Griff.
Hawkins just waves Mel off with another shake of his head.
Griffin: I’ve got this. Stop worrying so much.
Seeing the light come on to alert him that it’s match time, Griff promptly heads for the door.
Griffin: Got work to do, talk to you after the match.
Mel just crosses her arms over her chest and let’s out an exasperated sigh. We promptly cut to ringside.
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-VANCE ISAAC PARKER(C)-VS-GRIFFIN HAWKINS
With both in the ring the official turned to VIP, checking him for foreign objects, but before he could finish VIP pointed his finger accusingly at Griffin, insisting that he get checked too. Griff shrugs, it’s whatever, he just wanted to finally get hands on the loudest champion in SRW to-date.
The bell rang, and Griffin eagerly stepped forward, while VIP held up a finger demanding an early time out. He also took the microphone from the ring announcer to say a few words.
Vance Isaac Parker: I almost forgot Griffin, there’s one more rule you need to follow. Don–
VIP was cut off by abrasively LOUD jeers from the whole arena!
Vance Isaac Parker: …Ladies and gentlemen this is your champion speaking…
Of course that didn’t do anything but make the booes LOUDER!
Vance Isaac Parker: Yeah, I’ve got the microphone geniuses, I can be louder than you. Anyway as I was saying Griffin, it’s customary when competing under PURE rules that every match start with the code of honor handshake. Y’know, good sportsmanship and all that. So, what I’m gonna need you to do is shake my hand like the man you claim to be……
VIP arches an eyebrow as he extends his hand, his cheeky grin at full bore now as Griffin looks down at the shake, and listens to the people shouting “NO! NO! NO!”
Vance Isaac Parker: Shake my hand, Griffin, or this match is off, and you will never get this shot again. We don’t have room in this industry for such poor sports…
Again he emphasizes the shake and Griffin locks dead eyed to VIP, and then to the champ’s hand. Clearly he was fighting with himself, but he told himself “it’s okay, get through this and send this loudmouth packing…”
Griffin Hawkins: Alright…
He let the words dangle in the air as he grasped VIP’s hand, his grip tightening more and more as the official raised the
From the handshake, Griff whipped around behind VIP and delivered a pair of elbow strikes to the back of the champion’s head before transitioning to a reverse headlock, finally snapping the champ to the mat with a reverse backbreaker (a la Randy Orton style). Griffin makes a quick nonchalant cover to which VIP kicks out right after the one count. Before VIP can roll away, Griffin slides on top of him in a mount position. He raises his right hand up, balls it into a fist, and then his eyes catch VIP’s. VIP mouths at him. “Do it.”
Griffin stops himself though, instead wrapping his hands around VIP’s neck as the referee admonishes Griffin for the blatant choke. Griffin gives a clean break on the one count though, while VIP slowly backs away still on his backside and elbows. It had become overtly obvious that Griffin was not here to play. Griffin advanced toward VIP, while VIP quickly scurried back into the ropes, using them to stand up. Griffin continued the advance however, easily taking VIP into a rear waistlock, and as he started to pull, VIP grabbed the middle rope firmly, prompting the referee to call for the break!
“Ladies and gentlemen, VIP has used one rope break.”
Griffin once again clean breaks, more than a little surprised at the simplicity of the hold that forced VIP to burn a rope break. Was it a knee-jerk reaction by the less-than-a-year-in champion? At any rate, Griff backs up to the middle of the ring while VIP takes his sweet time getting ready with some quick calisthenics near the ropes. Griffin rolls his eyes, while remaining focused and ready. His hands make a loud clap as he clears his throat. VIP slowly looks over at Griffin and nods even slower as he approaches.
Griffin goes for a test of strength but VIP has other plans as he ducks under Griffin’s arm and slides around behind him. This time it’s VIP that locks his hands around Griffin’s waist as he pulls, suplexing Griffin but Griffin slides out the back door and lands on his feet! Quickly, he grabs VIP by both arms, taking him over in a backslide pin!
1!
2!
VIP barely rolls the shoulder off the mat! Griffin continues the attack as he wraps his arm around VIP’s neck in a low to the mat front facelock. VIP can be heard gasping for air as his arms and legs flail about wildly prompting the official to come by and check on him.
“Heeelllppp…..need air. Choooo……ookkkiinnngggggg……”
VIP could barely get the words out before his body slowed, his limbs going limp, and the official demanded Griffin to stop. Griffin, confused, complies with the official and releases the headlock. Gently the official reaches over to check VIP’s vital signs and that’s when Griffin had enough. He pushed the referee aside, and –
And VIP suddenly sprang into action, bulldogging Griffin around the legs and sending him crashing to the mat! Quickly he floats over Griffin with a cover and a hook of the near leg as the confused referee slowly figures out what just happened and drops into prime position!
1!
Griffin kicks out!
Spazz: The Ref with that slow count !
Koss: I’m more entertained by VIP faking that he was being choked out by a headlock…AND THE REFEREE BOUGHT IT! Guess he really can act!
Griffin sat up, now he was starting to get mad, and VIP could tell. VIP got to his feet, while moving directly away from Griffin but Griffin was fast to catch him, reaching out and grabbing the champ’s loose muscle shirt before he could get further away. VIP starts to turn around as Griffin rears his hand back……AND DECKS HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE!!
VIP hit the mat in a heap while Griffin stood over him, the official turning to see the commotion. Griffin turns to the referee and the referee can be heard audibly saying “Why, Griff, why did you do it?” as he signals for the bell. Griffin knew it too.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of a disqualification due to the closed fist punch, and SSSTTTIIIILLLLLL your SRW
The official drapes the title across VIP’s chest, who instinctively grabs it and clutches it close to himself. Griffin looks down at VIP and shakes his head. Both at the champion, and maybe possibly at himself. He KNEW what the rules were going in, and he KNEW what was going to happen. Did he let his fans down? Did he prove VIP right?
WINNER VIA DISQUALIFICATION: VIP
Spazz: Yo… For reals? Motherfucker lost knocking another motherfucker out? In a Hardcore Title match? Without even using a CHAIR?! Tha’ fuck?!
Koss: It’s not a Hardcore championship match, it’s a Purification championship match now and the fans are not happy one bit.
Spazz: Dude, I can’t believe we live in a world where a Hardcore champion is this much of a fucking panzy bitch that they gotta’ change all the rules to help them win. It’s like a guy going to a dart throwing contest using a dart gun with a fucking laser sight.
Koss: Love him or hate him, Vance Isaac Parker is still the “Purification” Champion.
Spazz: Boooooo!!! BOOOOOO BITCH BOOOOO!!!!
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to a locker room where we see a tanning bed in the middle of it. Next to it is one-half of the tag team titles, where the cameras spot a couple of simps standing in the attention of it. Making sure it was not disturbed as it clearly belongs to Bianca Davis, one-half of the SRW Tag Team Champions. Doing her pre-match prep for her Tag Team title defense, where she would team with her unlikely tag team partner Becca “Bruiser” Maguire. Soon enough, the Shieldmaiden herself arrives on the scene with her title over her shoulder, and when she notices what is going on she just rolls her eyes before then fake lunging at her partner’s simps, who quickly leave through fear of being ripped to shreds. Bruiser steps up to the tanning bed and with a closed fist she bangs on the lid of it several times as loud as she possibly can, startling the woman inside.Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YA DOIN’, LASS?!
Bianca looks up with her sunglasses over her eyes as she looks disgusted.
Bianca Davis: Getting ready for our title defense, what does it look like? I mean I already told you I have a plan, a very good game plan. I mean what are you doing? Interrupting my match prep?
Davis’ tone comes off as annoyed, her eyes rolling.
Bianca Davis: So what have you been up to? Ready for this match against your sisters?
Bruiser adjusts her championship over her shoulder slightly and nods.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye, lass. I ALWAYS make sure I’m fuckin’ ready for my matches… and I do it properly. I know exactly what kinda fuckin’ plan ya have and it ain’t gonna fly with me! I respect this business, these titles and our opponents way too fuckin’ much to go by some fuckin’ scheme ya’ll have come up with to get an easy win!
Bianca looks taken aback by the statement.
Bianca Davis: Um you can trust me when I say I am not thinking like that, and respect? I do have respect for these lovely little belts. I mean, if anything you should listen, I am a champion in every place I am at.
Davis says with a bright smile on her face.
Bianca Davis: I mean since when have I ever not been respectable as the Queen of SRW, and Queen of the Influencers? I have been bringing class here since the day I signed and will continue to do so.
Bruiser rolls her eyes.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Yeah, whatever. Get ya’lls ass outta that damn tannin’ bed and get ready. Our match is up soon.
The Shieldmaiden then gets up close to her tag team partner, a serious look plastered across her face.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And I’m fuckin’ trustin’ that ya’ll won’t try anythin’ in this match, Davis! Because believe me when I say this… if ya’ll DARE try and cheat tonight?! I’ll beat the ever lovin’ fuckin’ shite outta ya! Understood?!
Bianca looks freaked out that she was that close as she motioned for her partner to back away, rolling her eyes in disgust.
Bianca Davis: Whatever, this pre-match prep is very important! So much so that you have yet to learn.
Davis soon gets up, eying her tag team partner.
Bianca Davis: I wouldn’t worry about me you know. When it comes to gold, I am quite good at keeping it around my waist and I always follow the rules. The rules of the Queendom, you don’t have to worry about me, I mean you need to have trust or we won’t retain the tag team titles. I need to know if you’re in the right mindset.
Bianca said with a look of disdain on her face.
Bianca Davis: Not the one that involves threatening your tag team partner, the one that involves you being willing to get the win against your fellow sisters. Because I am more than ready to get the job done. Then I got something special, a celebration of me and you as Tag Team Champions. You know, for team bonding? Because it will be a lot of fun, I got VIP room bottle service at this local club my Daddy owns and you’re my guest of honor!
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: I’ve beaten the shite outta my own fuckin’ wife with a title on the line, so ya’ll can guarantee that I’ve got no problem doin’ it to my own fuckin’ sisters, lass. We’ll retain these belts, and I’ll have ya back whenever we are defendin’ them… that also… is a fuckin’ guarantee!
The heavily tattooed woman glances down at the title over her shoulder before turning her attention back to Davis.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And ya’ll can enjoy ya little “celebration” on ya own, or with one o’ those friends o’ ya’lls… I got more important shite to do than go to some club full o’ stuck up rich fucks who care only for money and power, so I’ll see ya’ll out there.
Bruiser then turns her back to Davis and then disappears off camera while the self-proclaimed Queen of SRW looks on offended at having her offer of a celebratory party turned down as we cut elsewhere.
SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
-BECCA MAGUIRE & BIANCA-VS-RIOT GROUP-
The bell rings, with Bruiser and Bullet starting things off. The Shieldmaidens make to approach each other, but Bianca reaches out, slapping Bruiser on the shoulder to take herself in. Maguire looks pissed, turning as Davis steps into the ring. She walks straight up to Carbajal, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder before coming across with a wicked slap across the face! More an insult than anything, Bullet's head snaps to the side. She turns back to her opponent, a sneer on her face as she slams her fist into the chin of the Queen B. Davis stumbles, falling on her ass as Carbajal comes forward, but the blonde scrambles away on her hands and knees, slapping the hand of Bruiser as she rolls out of the ring, screaming at Bullet to back off.
Maguire and Carbajal square off, both grinning wide as they lock up. Bullet gets the advantage, going behind Bruiser, but Maguire throws a hard elbow back at Carbajal. Bullet ducks the strike, catching Bruiser's elbow to bring her up and over before driving her head down into the mat with a vicious slam! Bullet gets to her feet, but Bianca is there on the apron, knowing the ref is distracted, and hits the Shieldmaidens with a faceful of perfume! Bruiser sees it happen as Bullet stumbles backwards, howling in pain as the aromatic mist burns her eyes. She stumbles over to her corner, tagging in her partner. Bandit comes in as Bullet steps out of the ring and drops to the floor. Medical comes over, offering her water to wash her eyes out as Bruiser tags in Bianca, but Davis immediately tags out again! Maguire looks frustrated, but she turns to face off with Bandit only to eat a massive superkick! She drops to the mat in the middle of the ring, and Bandit gets to the top rope. Just as she goes to leap, Bianca grabs her ankle, throwing her off balance and causing her to tumble off the top turnbuckle to the apron with a loud thud before rolling to the floor! Davis is right there, dragging the Shieldmaiden to her feet before raking her across the eyes and tossing her back into the ring.
Bruiser sits up, shaking out the cobwebs. She'd heard the loud thump, not realizing what had happened. She gets to her feet, sprinting across the ring to rebound off the ropes before leveling Bandit with the Freedom Punch! She goes for the cover!
One!
Bullet is finally on her feet! She sees the pin!
Two!!
Carbajal is on the apron, but as she goes to climb in, Bianca is right there behind her with a hard kick right between the thighs, causing Bullet to drop off the apron! Bianca hops back down, stomping away at Bullet as Bruiser gets the pinfall victory over Bandit!
Bianca smirks, sliding into the ring. Bruiser helps Bandit to her feet, but Davis wastes know time, delivering a kick to Carbajal as well! The Shieldmaiden crumples, hands on her crotch as Bruiser turns to her tag partner. She's FURIOUS, and just as she swings, the blonde drops to the mat, rolling out to the floor to hustle halfway up the ramp as her theme music plays. She blows a kiss toward the ring as the referee catches up to her, handing over her title. With a smirk, the Queen B exits, leaving Bruiser to tend to her fallen comrades.
WINNERS AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: BRUISER MAGUIRE AND BIANCA DAVIS
Koss: That was ooooooglay!
Spazz: Bruiser’s left holding the bag while her Shield Maidens are recovering and yous gotta’ wonder… which is more important to her? Tag gold or her friends. Serious questions gettin’ asked up in here yo!
Koss: You certainly have that right. These strange bedfellow tag champions cannot survive as a team much longer, especially with Davis taking liberties with Maguire’s teammates while they were down.
Spazz: Fuckin’ hell man. I can’t wait to see the fallout!
SEGMENT
We cut to the outside of the Rebel Star Arena, where a dumpster sits against a wall not too far from a nearby door. Its green exterior carries a slight blue-black tint late at night, even underneath a fluorescent glow. On top of the wastebin sits Coda with the gold-plated Ultimate Conquest Championship over her left shoulder. A prominent skull with dark red eyes is etched at the center of the title, while the keeper of the prize crosses one leg over the other with a defiant grin and a sparkle in her piercing jet-black eyes.Coda: I have ached for the moment I would be able to repay the actions Justice Cross committed against me eight months ago.
Coda’s cool, stoic words hang in the cool air as she idly drums her free hand’s fingers against her toned thigh. The Korean American’s head droops down for a beat. Long dark brown hair covers her expression for just a moment until she looks back at the camera with a furrowed brow and a downturned mouth.
Coda: My eyes boiled and bubbled upon contact with Justice’s hairspray. Then, I was stricken down by her effective Lights Out cutter moments before Ursula and I were set to compete in a six-team Antichamber Match. Were it not for Justice’s blindsided assault backstage, our team would surely acquire the prizes we sought, but I have yet to gain any measure of revenge against her for this transgression.
She continues, adjusting her gray notch collared tweed jacket. Paired with a white dress undershirt, a plain black miniskirt, and black chunky heeled boots, Coda’s dressed casually. The championship clashes with her monochrome outfit, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
Coda: Now that this highly anticipated moment has arrived, I eagerly await how this newly-capable Justice Cross intends to rip another championship from my clutches.
The first-generation immigrant says the words with scorn as if the very notion disgusts her.
Coda: Perhaps she will demonstrate her crafty in-ring prowess as she did at November’s Final Countdown event against the combined efforts of Bianca Davis, Veronica Taylor, and the one called Simon. Maybe she will utilize the help of her Vixens teammate, Brianna Matthews, to capture the gold. After all, Justice winning titles via interference has recent precedence. That same November, Violent Intent (Emma Douglas, Reagan Marek, and Sage Lowry) helped her become one half of the Universal Wrestling League Tag Team Champions by laying waste to the Vixens’ opponents. Then, the trio physically pulled Justice on top of an opposing team member for the pin. Most dramatic of all, it could end how Justice’s California Grapplers: Season Six did in December — with a no-contest when one of us is handcuffed by police and taken into custody.
Her last few words make her eyes dilate with a tiny spark of cruelty. Then she stands up in front of the green rubbish repository. Coda fastens the Ultimate Conquest Championship around her slender waist. Then, her arms crossed over her chest with a smug smirk on her delicate features.
Coda: I do wish she makes this a challenge. She has undoubtedly proven herself proficient enough to become a Conqueror, but pulling it off is another matter entirely.
Coda undoes her championship belt and raises it aloft with pride. That’s when she walks off screen and heads through the double doors to Rebel Star Arena’s staging area. The sound of her heels echo with each step.
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
-CODA-VS-JUSTICE CROSS-
It begins with Justice delivering a hard kick right to Coda’s face! Coda drops to one knee and immediately finds herself hit in the side of her head with a SHINING WIZARD, knocking her flat on her back! This is followed promptly by a pinning elbow drop! Kickout at TWO! Justice continues pressing her advantage, wisely not letting up on Coda for a second. She clutches her and drives knees into her torso over and over until hitting a wicked SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER! Another cover and another kickout from Coda. Justice pulls Coda up by her shoulder straps, shouting in her face “ASK ME IF I’M READY AGAIN!!! ASK ME!!!!!”
A hard headbutt from Coda is the answer. Hard knee to the gut followed by a European uppercut and finished with a throat thrust that sends Justice flat on her back! Cross barely avoids getting her face brutally stomped by rolling to her feet. She fires off a roundhouse kick that Coda ducks, spinning right into a legsweep that takes her off her feet completely! Coda hits a seated senton and immediately unloads strikes on Justice’s face over and over! Justice catches each of Coda’s arms, stopping the onslaught, only to eat another headbutt from her slightly taller foe. Coda then pulls Justice up by her arms and into a release Northern Lights Suplex!!! Rubbing it in just a bit, Coda shouts out at Justice, “ARE YOU READY?!”
Justice, in a great deal of pain, rolls onto her hands and knees, slapping the canvas with an angry scowl at Coda. Coda just smirks at her and motions her to come forth. Justice pushes up with her knuckles…
She fakes high and suddenly drops low, fooling Coda with a slight low orbit dropkick to her knee! Coda goes down to one knee and eats a STEP UP ENZIGURI!!! Justice howls before running to the nearby ropes and hitting a springboard moonsault, but lands on nothing but canvas as Coda rolls out of the way and, in perfect timing with Justice bouncing up and onto her knees, hits THE SYMPHONIC ELBOW!!! Justice flat backs and Coda falls across her for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER AND STILL SRW ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: CODA!!!
Koss: Coda cementing her status as the Ultimate Conquest champion with that wicked Symphonic Elbow!
Spazz: That Pint-size Kaiju goin’ out there looking to WRECK son!!!
Koss: We have to take a commercial break and will be right back after these messages from our sponsor, Tootsie Roll Pops!
COMMERCIAL
MAIN EVENT
KING OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
STEEL CAGE MATCH
-CCM-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-
The two men walk a familiar dance, circling each other with matching grins. Luther rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck softly as starts to pick up the pace a bit, closing the distance between challenger and champion. They go for the grapple and CCM side steps, moving away quickly with the wag of his finger and a laugh. Luther is both annoyed and amused, shaking his head and going for him again. The dance continues with CCM evading every grapple and strike from Luther until suddenly he finds himself backed into a corner. Luther stalks him, getting closer and closer until he lunges forward! CCM vaults to the top rope, runs along it and hops off, landing behind Luther. The big man turns right into a hard slap to the face and a dropkick that rocks him into the corner. He then goes for the MILLARIAT but Luther throws a boot into his face, staggering him, then promptly knocks him right off his feet with a running Lariat of his own! The monster roars, flexing his arms and pumping his fists!
CCM is slow to recover, allowing Luther to pick him up and run across the ring, hurling him full body into the cage wall with a wicked smack of flesh against steel! CCM finds himself upside down and trapped between the ropes and the cage! There Luther starts to viciously and brutally kick and stomp him over and over, gripping the ropes for added steadiness as he absolutely batters his upside down and helpless foe! Esme shouts encouragement to him while WMD tries to get the referee to do something about it. The ref eventually does move in, admonishing the challenger and this gets Luther’s ire immediately. He gets right in the ref’s face, shouting, “I’M DOING MY JOB! FOCUS ON YOURS!”
WMD tosses a chair hard over the ropes to the inside. CCM sees it and promptly pulls himself free of his predicament, picking up the chair and cracking Luther across the back with a loud WHACK! The big man isn’t even phased, just spinning around to eat a second chairshot to the forehead!!! He moves back a step but doesn’t go down! CCM roars as he swings for the fences one more time rocking Luther to one knee. A third blow to the head from the chair knocks Luther flat on his back! The referee admonishes CCM as well but could do little else as CCM tosses a chair on Luther’s chest and then hits a running double foot stomp right on the chair and into the big man’s chest! CCM then locks his legs around Luther’s head, locking on his infamous HEADSCISSOR SUBMISSION! Luther struggles in the hold for several seconds, but even as blood starts trickling down a small split in his temple, he powers up, lifting himself and CCM off the canvas to lift him up and deliver a cage shaking Powerbomb!!!
Luther staggers back into the ropes, barely managing to keep standing. CCM lays motionless in the ring and Luther proceeds to start climbing the side of the cage wall. WMD watches the entire time, hands on his hips. CCM gets to his feet and sees his foe halfway up the wall. Thinking fast, he rushes in and starts to shake the cage walls. Luther doesn’t stop, his grip too strong and determination too steadfast. Seeing this isn’t working, CCM climbs up after him! Just as the big man gets to the top, showing the struggle to pull his heavy frame over the top, WMD rushes in with a wicked big boot to the side of the cage wall, shaking Luther’s grip. CCM nearly falls off, but manages to stay on. Luther’s struggle allows CCM to catch up, sliding underneath Luther’s legs and falling back with an improvised Electric Chair drop from the top back to the canvas! Both men don’t stir for several seconds. Outside the ring, WMD and Esme have a heated argument, ending with her slapping him surprisingly hard, followed by a wicked right hand. As Esme lights up WMD with all her fury, CCM and Luther start to rise. Luther is up first, surprisingly and boots CCM in the gut, pulling him in and signaling for his finish. He lifts him up on his shoulders and CCM SLIDES OFF!!! Luther spins around and MILLARIAT, but the big man doesn’t go down, though staggered from the shot! Instead he responds with a Lariat of his own but this time, CCM ducks and rolls, picking up the chair and springboarding off the nearby ropes to hit a brutal chair shot that fully busts Luther open. While the big man is on one knee, he then pulls him in for THE BTO!!! However this is a cage match!!! Luther can tap all he wants, and while he doesn’t tap, there’s nothing to stop CCM from holding the submission until the big man passes out!
When he goes limp, CCM releases him and heads for the wall. He starts climbing with fans booing hard, unable to help himself from letting out a little laugh when he sees his father dancing around with Esme on his shoulders, battering his head over and over! He gets to the top and it’s then that he feels the cage shaking and is surprised to see a bleary eyed Luther staring up at him. Sitting atop the frame he waves at Luther and slips over to the outside, climbing down halfway and dropping to the floor for the win!
WINNER AND STILL KOTS CHAMPION: C.C.M!!!!
Koss: CCM getting by with the liberal use of a steel chair provided by WMD!
Spazz: You know how hard it is to toss a fucking chair over a steel cage? The big man’s got cannons for arms yo!
Koss: I don’t understand how in the hell this is going to continue. WMD is still helping his son win battles even though he managed a huge feat by getting the belt in the first place!
Spazz: CCM fought Bitch-Zilla while she was injured, yo.
Koss: Very true. I’m sure something will be done about it, if Melinda Rhodes has anything to say on the matter. For now, that’s all the time we have. Until the next one, this is Joe Koss and Mike Spazz wishing you a good night!
Spazz: SNOOTCH TO THA’ BOOTCH!!!
CREDITS
-MEGAN COLEMAN-VS-RISA JACKSON-
-AZURINE VEBBINS-VS-SIERRA SILVER-
-KENDRICK KROSS-VS-JULIET BLACK-
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-VANCE ISAAC PARKER(C)-VS-GRIFFIN HAWKINS-
Written by Lish
SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
-BECCA MAGUIRE & BIANCA(C)-VS-RIOT GROUP-
Written by Ash
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
-CODA(C)-VS-JUSTICE CROSS-
MAIN EVENT
KING OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
STEEL CAGE MATCH
-CCM(C)-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-