Post by Melinda Rhodes on Feb 12, 2022 14:54:01 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME GA
BELL TIME 7PM EST
OOC: Segment Deadlines on 2/10/2022 at 1:59am EST
ROME GA
BELL TIME 7PM EST
OOC: Segment Deadlines on 2/10/2022 at 1:59am EST
INTRO
-ISA STORM-VS-JULIET BLACK-
The two technical brawlers go at each other with savagery and viciousness. Isa draws first blood, splitting Juliet’s lip with a hard right. Juliet catches her with two sharp elbow strikes to the temple that split her open as well. Back and forth these two slug it out until Isa manages to scoop up Juliet and hurl her to the outside of the ring! Isa backs into the far ropes, runs across the ring and leaps off with a SUICIDE 450 SPLASH but Juliet pops up and side steps out of the way, Isa hitting the floor! Isa rises to her knees, clutching her chest and eats a shoot kick square to the head!
Juliet then proceeds to viciously knee her over and over in the face, then grab her and slam her right into the ring steps. Juliet rolls into the ring and back out again to reset the count. Gathering Juliet up, she goes for a snap suplex but Isa hooks the leg, turns and whips Juliet back first into the ring apron with a suplex of her own! Isa Storm then picks up and throws Juliet back into the ring, rolling in after her. Angrily Storm stomps Black over and over, not letting her foe get up. Juliet finally manages to roll away and back out of the ring, but Isa reaches over the ropes, grabbing her by her hair and lifting her onto the apron by it. Juliet catches her in a cravat lock and falls to a seat, snapping her jaw across the ropes! Storm staggers back and Juliet then turns, hops onto the rope and leaps off with a SPRINGBOARD BARE KNUCKLE GLAM!!! Storm drops to one knee, shaking it off but not in time for a running CURB STOMP! Her head snaps off the canvas and then Juliet takes her arms and finishes her with THE SKULL FUCK, followed by the pin! 1-2-3!!!!
WINNER: JULIET BLACK
Koss: Juliet Black with the Skull Fuck finish!
Spazz: That's a nasty fuckin' move. It'll rattle that skull and make you need some dental corrections!
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae tinkin’ ye’ve got it all sorted, aye?
She nods curtly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae one half o’ th’ Southern Cross Champions wit me wife in a spot tha should bae mine an’ ye bae knowin’ if th’ match gets a li’l rough fer ye, ye kin bae callin’ on yer fellow Influences tae come safe ye from whot ye sorely deserve!
Psycho motions at the group behind her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye nay bae th’ only one wit help, Bianca. Ye have tree who would bae helpin’ ye an’ I have a wee bit more than tha.
Her hand falls back out of the shot.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Did tha junkyard in WWA bae taechin’ ye nuttin’ at all, Bianca?
She looks incredulously into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Who was it tha showed up an’ ran off th’ two gammy feckin’ bastards tha would actually bae willin’ tae touch ye an’ tha tird partner o’ yer in Christina Farce?
Psycho almost laughs to herself.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Who tha bae, Bianca?
She nods harshly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It bae us!
She points to herself.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye ne’er did tink tae check who bae ownin’ tha junkyard an’ it bit ye on the arse baecause it was Bandit’s property an’ we could…
A smirk crosses the Irish woman’s face.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Escort any trespassers we bae saein’ out in any way we felt bae proper an’ tha bae exactly whot happened. Yer two fellas got run off by a whole horde o’ us on bikes ridin’ in because they didna bae knowin’ how many o’ us it would bae takin’ tae whip their arses…
She shrugs knowingly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But did know how many we bae usin’ an’ ran like th’ gammy scalded dogs they bae! An’ in a fair fight, whot happened tae ye, Veronica and Christina an’ yer precious championships?
She points forcefully to the ground.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, ye bae losin’ them tae our sisters, Doku, Hammer an’ Chi Chi! So I bae sayin’ tae ye, Bianca, ye better bae ready fer a fight t’night, because I feckin’ well am! An’ ye also better bae ready fer th’ shite tae hit th’ fan if ye bae tryin’ Influencer shite on me baecause…
The others all stand up and walk up behind Psycho.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Hell bae empty an’ th’ Maidens bae haer…
-ESME THUNDER-VS-SIERRA SILVER-Juliet then proceeds to viciously knee her over and over in the face, then grab her and slam her right into the ring steps. Juliet rolls into the ring and back out again to reset the count. Gathering Juliet up, she goes for a snap suplex but Isa hooks the leg, turns and whips Juliet back first into the ring apron with a suplex of her own! Isa Storm then picks up and throws Juliet back into the ring, rolling in after her. Angrily Storm stomps Black over and over, not letting her foe get up. Juliet finally manages to roll away and back out of the ring, but Isa reaches over the ropes, grabbing her by her hair and lifting her onto the apron by it. Juliet catches her in a cravat lock and falls to a seat, snapping her jaw across the ropes! Storm staggers back and Juliet then turns, hops onto the rope and leaps off with a SPRINGBOARD BARE KNUCKLE GLAM!!! Storm drops to one knee, shaking it off but not in time for a running CURB STOMP! Her head snaps off the canvas and then Juliet takes her arms and finishes her with THE SKULL FUCK, followed by the pin! 1-2-3!!!!
WINNER: JULIET BLACK
Koss: Juliet Black with the Skull Fuck finish!
Spazz: That's a nasty fuckin' move. It'll rattle that skull and make you need some dental corrections!
SEGMENT
Backstage, the camera finds “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing in a room surrounded by her fellow Shieldmaidens, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, Ryoko “Dokueki” Hirata and Kara “Killer” Carbajal. Sitting next to Dokueki, is close Maiden friend and ally, “The Pint-Sized Kaiju”, “The Seoul Samurai”, “The Ballroom Battler”, The SRW Ultimate Conquest Champion, Coda. With the group collected together, Psycho glares harshly into the camera."Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae tinkin’ ye’ve got it all sorted, aye?
She nods curtly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae one half o’ th’ Southern Cross Champions wit me wife in a spot tha should bae mine an’ ye bae knowin’ if th’ match gets a li’l rough fer ye, ye kin bae callin’ on yer fellow Influences tae come safe ye from whot ye sorely deserve!
Psycho motions at the group behind her.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye nay bae th’ only one wit help, Bianca. Ye have tree who would bae helpin’ ye an’ I have a wee bit more than tha.
Her hand falls back out of the shot.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Did tha junkyard in WWA bae taechin’ ye nuttin’ at all, Bianca?
She looks incredulously into the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Who was it tha showed up an’ ran off th’ two gammy feckin’ bastards tha would actually bae willin’ tae touch ye an’ tha tird partner o’ yer in Christina Farce?
Psycho almost laughs to herself.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Who tha bae, Bianca?
She nods harshly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It bae us!
She points to herself.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye ne’er did tink tae check who bae ownin’ tha junkyard an’ it bit ye on the arse baecause it was Bandit’s property an’ we could…
A smirk crosses the Irish woman’s face.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Escort any trespassers we bae saein’ out in any way we felt bae proper an’ tha bae exactly whot happened. Yer two fellas got run off by a whole horde o’ us on bikes ridin’ in because they didna bae knowin’ how many o’ us it would bae takin’ tae whip their arses…
She shrugs knowingly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But did know how many we bae usin’ an’ ran like th’ gammy scalded dogs they bae! An’ in a fair fight, whot happened tae ye, Veronica and Christina an’ yer precious championships?
She points forcefully to the ground.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, ye bae losin’ them tae our sisters, Doku, Hammer an’ Chi Chi! So I bae sayin’ tae ye, Bianca, ye better bae ready fer a fight t’night, because I feckin’ well am! An’ ye also better bae ready fer th’ shite tae hit th’ fan if ye bae tryin’ Influencer shite on me baecause…
The others all stand up and walk up behind Psycho.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Hell bae empty an’ th’ Maidens bae haer…
The match begins with Sierra dancing around the bigger, slower Esme, zipping under her strikes and grapples and in general, just infuriating Big Bad Thunder’s wife. A misstep by Sierra sends her flying back into a corner from a wicked chest punch. Esme just KEEPS ON TRUCKING, ramming her whole body into her 99 lbs foe, crumpling her in the corner. Esme slams her fist into her chest repeatedly as she backs up, setting up for another ramming attack. She runs full steam ahead and Sierra brings up both legs right into her gut, sending her staggering back. Sierra rushes out of the corner, hitting THE GREENHEART! Then follows up with THE SILVER SUN RISING and the pin! 1-2-3!!!
WINNER: SIERRA SILVER
WINNER: SIERRA SILVER
Spazz: The Evil Human Kitten wins another one! I wonder how many motherfuckers you think keep discounting this shrimp chick, Lunchbox?
Koss: Tons. She's a megawatt smile hiding a ton of talent that no one sees until they're flat backed for the 1-2-3!
-BIANCA DAVIS-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
The match begins with Psycho practically chasing Bianca out of the ring. Bianca escapes and evades her for several minutes to a sea of booing fans. Outside, Veronica Taylor trips Psycho up. Psycho pops up as Bianca slides into the ring and immediately falls down, yelping to get the referee’s attention. Using the distraction, Veronica sprays Psycho in the eyes, but Psycho responds with rage, blindly headbutting the Influencer off her feet! Veronica clutches at her now bleeding and potentially broken nose. Before she can get back into the ring, however, the Socialites jump the barricade, attacking Psycho! Within moments, Psycho’s wife, Bruiser, rushes down to ringside, followed by Bullet and Bandit! All hell breaks loose as both side violently brawl back and forth. The bikers beat back the Influencers. In their haste to retreat, however, Psycho picks up Bianca’s half of the tag team titles and clacks belt plates with Bruiser, declaring it hers! The Influencers cry foul from outside the ring, but the Shield Maidens stand united as well as armed with chairs, chains, and pipes, daring the Influencers to enter! It’s a standoff as the match result is declared.
MATCH RESULT: NO CONTEST DUE TO OUTSIDE INTERFERENCE
Koss: Battle lines have been drawn! We may be looking at the Shield Maidens taking on the Influencers and there are way more Bikers than Debutants in this!
Spazz: Psycho's got Bianca's tag belt too! That ain't right! I don't like that bitch, but she won that shit yo!
Koss: Right now, I don't think anyone cares, Spazz-O.
Spazz: AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THE RULES?!!! MARK IT ON THE BOARD DONNIE!
Koss: Dude, you're not Walter, this ain't the big Lebowski, and you don't even own a gun. Sit down!
Spazz: ....Wooo motherfucker I'd be piiiiissssed in her shoes. I never thought I'd ever be mad for Bianca Davis!
Koss: Well to be fair, as much as she milks the rules in her own favor, this is one instance that I don't think I mind the shoe being on the other foot.
We go to the back where Vance Isaac Parker is in his VIP Suite. He receives a Gin and Tonic from expert mixologist, Karla Davison, but before he could enjoy the fine drink, he hears talking outside. He gets up from his seat and heads outside...and to his surprise, the Security Guards seem to be looking at baby pictures with Griffin Hawkins!
Griffin Hawkins: There she is, taking her first steps..
Security Guard #1: Oh man she is so cute!
Griffin Hawkins: Here's one with the little man building a tower with his blocks.
Security Guard #2: Oooh, looks like you got yourself a future Architect...
Vance Isaac Parker: ...what is going on here?!
Security Guard #3: We're just exchanging baby pictures sir, Mr.Hawkins has quite the family.
Griffin Hawkins: Hey Jim, you got any pictures of little Susie?
Security Guard #3: I always keep it close to my heart!
He shows him a picture of her.
Griffin Hawkins: Oh man she is so precious..we definitely gotta set up a playdate.
Vance Isaac Parker: What exactly do you think you’re doing here? The VIP Suite is for WINNERS, and after what happened at Savage Revolution, Griffin is anything but!
Griffin Hawkins: What's your problem man? Do you hate babies?...
Vance Isaac Parker: I don't hate babies! Babies love me! Everyone loves their favorite champion!
Security Guard #4: Can I see Braden again? That little guy looks almost like my son..
Vance Isaac Parker: I don't give a damn about his kids! You work for me, and I pay you very well to keep riff raff like this…this degenerate hippie burnout, OUT of my Suite!
Security Guard #1: Mr.Parker...we...
He begins jabbing the guard in the chest with his index finger.
Vance Isaac Parker: I don’t pay you to think, or talk, I pay you to keep the peace.
Security Guard #1: I would..but as of now we're no longer your security because of your actions.
Vance Isaac Parker: ....what actions?
Security Guard #1: Assaulting a security guard. It’s an employee’s market out there, and we’re done being mentally abused by your commands…
With that, they all walk away.
Vance Isaac Parker: Assault? What?! I just poked, I mean motivated you to do your best job…I have you know if you walk out you’ll never work in this town again!
He then realizes he's all alone with Griffin as he slowly turns to him, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
Spazz: It's a good thing the mofuggah's wearing dark pants...
Griffin has his eyes locked dead on Parker as he takes his leather jacket off and drops it to the floor. VIP puts his hands up as an attempt to calm him.
Vance Isaac Parker: Griff? Griff, Griff ol’ buddy ol’ pal....we can talk about this, don't do anything you're going to regret....we can talk things out like gentlemen. Just calm down..there's no need to....
Griffin doesn't even give him a chance to finish as he nails him right in the mid section with a kick and then throws him into his VIP Suite! The crowd is going crazy!
Spazz: It's on now son!
Griffin scoops him up, delivering some muay thai knee strikes in the stomach before throwing him over the couch, knocking it over.
Griffin Hawkins: Come on you son of a bitch, get your ass up!
He tries to crawl away but Hawkins picks him up, tossing him against the wall, knocking a few picture frames (of himself, naturally) off the wall. Hawkins then notices a tin tray of grapes by the couch and dumps off the fruit and clocks VIP with it, knocking him loopy and denting the tray. He picks him up by the tie.
Griffin Hawkins: You look a little hungry buddy, how about a snack?!
He throws him right onto the counter where all kinds of deserts, salads, fruits and other goodies adorn the fine counter. He stuffs a cake right into his mouth and rubs his face into the cheese and cracker plate.
Spazz: Chew with your mouth closed Vipster!
After he rolls off, Griffin grabs him, dragging him towards his personal bathroom.
Griffin Hawkins: Time to wash you off...
He grabs him and dunks him head first into the toilet.
Spazz: Swirliee bitch!
Koss: Oh man, this is like a flashback of High School for me!
VIP manages to get free by elbowing Hawkins in the stomach and throwing him aside. He uses this as an opportunity to make an escape, as he turns for the door, Hawkins charges out of the bathroom like a rogue elephant and clotheslines him to the floor! He then notices the flat HD TV Screen on the wall and makes his way over. Using all the strength he can, he yanks it right off the wall, raising it above his head. VIP looks horrified as he is on the ground backing away from him.
Vance Isaac Parker: No...no please! No! That television was expensive, I’ll sue you for damages!
Spazz: Welcome to prime time, motherfucker!
Just then a horde of officials rush in and crowd Griffin. The crowd immediately boos this as he throws down the TV. He tries to get at VIP but he is held back. VIP uses this as an opportunity to escape, grabbing hisHardcore “Purification” title and rushing out of the room with whatever strength he has left. Cameras manage to catch him in the hallway, his clothes tattered and stained with food as he makes a mad dash for his Limo. He opens the back seat door and gets in.
Vance Isaac Parker: Drive! Get me out of here!
He sees there is no driver in the limo.
Vance Isaac Parker: ...oh you gotta be kidding me.
He gets out of the limo and immediately gets in the driver's seat. Griffin can be heard off camera rushing down followed by officials. He rushes towards the limo as it begins to speed away. He is held back by a host of referees as he shouts after him.
Griffin Hawkins: Chickenshit!
The officials try to calm Hawkins down as we head back to the announcers.
Spazz: Lunchbox, I have known Griff for over ten years, and I have NEVER seen the motherfucker this wild!
Koss: It was a bad idea for VIP to continue to provoke him on social media. Needless to say, he poked the wrong bear.
Spazz: He didn't just poke the bear, he snuck up behind it and shoved a red hot poker up his ass, and now that bear is PISSED! And that bear is gonna be waiting on ol Vipster should he show up to this arena again!
MATCH RESULT: NO CONTEST DUE TO OUTSIDE INTERFERENCE
Koss: Battle lines have been drawn! We may be looking at the Shield Maidens taking on the Influencers and there are way more Bikers than Debutants in this!
Spazz: Psycho's got Bianca's tag belt too! That ain't right! I don't like that bitch, but she won that shit yo!
Koss: Right now, I don't think anyone cares, Spazz-O.
Spazz: AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THE RULES?!!! MARK IT ON THE BOARD DONNIE!
Koss: Dude, you're not Walter, this ain't the big Lebowski, and you don't even own a gun. Sit down!
Spazz: ....Wooo motherfucker I'd be piiiiissssed in her shoes. I never thought I'd ever be mad for Bianca Davis!
Koss: Well to be fair, as much as she milks the rules in her own favor, this is one instance that I don't think I mind the shoe being on the other foot.
SEGMENT
We go to the back where Vance Isaac Parker is in his VIP Suite. He receives a Gin and Tonic from expert mixologist, Karla Davison, but before he could enjoy the fine drink, he hears talking outside. He gets up from his seat and heads outside...and to his surprise, the Security Guards seem to be looking at baby pictures with Griffin Hawkins!
Griffin Hawkins: There she is, taking her first steps..
Security Guard #1: Oh man she is so cute!
Griffin Hawkins: Here's one with the little man building a tower with his blocks.
Security Guard #2: Oooh, looks like you got yourself a future Architect...
Vance Isaac Parker: ...what is going on here?!
Security Guard #3: We're just exchanging baby pictures sir, Mr.Hawkins has quite the family.
Griffin Hawkins: Hey Jim, you got any pictures of little Susie?
Security Guard #3: I always keep it close to my heart!
He shows him a picture of her.
Griffin Hawkins: Oh man she is so precious..we definitely gotta set up a playdate.
Vance Isaac Parker: What exactly do you think you’re doing here? The VIP Suite is for WINNERS, and after what happened at Savage Revolution, Griffin is anything but!
Griffin Hawkins: What's your problem man? Do you hate babies?...
Vance Isaac Parker: I don't hate babies! Babies love me! Everyone loves their favorite champion!
Security Guard #4: Can I see Braden again? That little guy looks almost like my son..
Vance Isaac Parker: I don't give a damn about his kids! You work for me, and I pay you very well to keep riff raff like this…this degenerate hippie burnout, OUT of my Suite!
Security Guard #1: Mr.Parker...we...
He begins jabbing the guard in the chest with his index finger.
Vance Isaac Parker: I don’t pay you to think, or talk, I pay you to keep the peace.
Security Guard #1: I would..but as of now we're no longer your security because of your actions.
Vance Isaac Parker: ....what actions?
Security Guard #1: Assaulting a security guard. It’s an employee’s market out there, and we’re done being mentally abused by your commands…
With that, they all walk away.
Vance Isaac Parker: Assault? What?! I just poked, I mean motivated you to do your best job…I have you know if you walk out you’ll never work in this town again!
He then realizes he's all alone with Griffin as he slowly turns to him, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
Spazz: It's a good thing the mofuggah's wearing dark pants...
Griffin has his eyes locked dead on Parker as he takes his leather jacket off and drops it to the floor. VIP puts his hands up as an attempt to calm him.
Vance Isaac Parker: Griff? Griff, Griff ol’ buddy ol’ pal....we can talk about this, don't do anything you're going to regret....we can talk things out like gentlemen. Just calm down..there's no need to....
Griffin doesn't even give him a chance to finish as he nails him right in the mid section with a kick and then throws him into his VIP Suite! The crowd is going crazy!
Spazz: It's on now son!
Griffin scoops him up, delivering some muay thai knee strikes in the stomach before throwing him over the couch, knocking it over.
Griffin Hawkins: Come on you son of a bitch, get your ass up!
He tries to crawl away but Hawkins picks him up, tossing him against the wall, knocking a few picture frames (of himself, naturally) off the wall. Hawkins then notices a tin tray of grapes by the couch and dumps off the fruit and clocks VIP with it, knocking him loopy and denting the tray. He picks him up by the tie.
Griffin Hawkins: You look a little hungry buddy, how about a snack?!
He throws him right onto the counter where all kinds of deserts, salads, fruits and other goodies adorn the fine counter. He stuffs a cake right into his mouth and rubs his face into the cheese and cracker plate.
Spazz: Chew with your mouth closed Vipster!
After he rolls off, Griffin grabs him, dragging him towards his personal bathroom.
Griffin Hawkins: Time to wash you off...
He grabs him and dunks him head first into the toilet.
Spazz: Swirliee bitch!
Koss: Oh man, this is like a flashback of High School for me!
VIP manages to get free by elbowing Hawkins in the stomach and throwing him aside. He uses this as an opportunity to make an escape, as he turns for the door, Hawkins charges out of the bathroom like a rogue elephant and clotheslines him to the floor! He then notices the flat HD TV Screen on the wall and makes his way over. Using all the strength he can, he yanks it right off the wall, raising it above his head. VIP looks horrified as he is on the ground backing away from him.
Vance Isaac Parker: No...no please! No! That television was expensive, I’ll sue you for damages!
Spazz: Welcome to prime time, motherfucker!
Just then a horde of officials rush in and crowd Griffin. The crowd immediately boos this as he throws down the TV. He tries to get at VIP but he is held back. VIP uses this as an opportunity to escape, grabbing his
Vance Isaac Parker: Drive! Get me out of here!
He sees there is no driver in the limo.
Vance Isaac Parker: ...oh you gotta be kidding me.
He gets out of the limo and immediately gets in the driver's seat. Griffin can be heard off camera rushing down followed by officials. He rushes towards the limo as it begins to speed away. He is held back by a host of referees as he shouts after him.
Griffin Hawkins: Chickenshit!
The officials try to calm Hawkins down as we head back to the announcers.
Spazz: Lunchbox, I have known Griff for over ten years, and I have NEVER seen the motherfucker this wild!
Koss: It was a bad idea for VIP to continue to provoke him on social media. Needless to say, he poked the wrong bear.
Spazz: He didn't just poke the bear, he snuck up behind it and shoved a red hot poker up his ass, and now that bear is PISSED! And that bear is gonna be waiting on ol Vipster should he show up to this arena again!
-AZURINE VEBBINS-VS-ZOEY BELLE-
Azzy and Zoey share a few cheeky flirts before locking up. After an exchange of holds, Azzy takes Zoey down with a hard armdrag, locking on her INVERTED JUJI GATAME!!! Zoey makes it to the ropes, forcing the hold to be broken. The two get to their feet and go for another lock up, but Zoey hits a stiff forearm and discus clothesline, taking Azzy off her feet! As Azzy fights back up, Zoey runs for the ropes and hits MINDLESSNESS, going for a quick pin! 1-2-KICKOUT!!!
Zoey continues to dominate, battering Azzy around the ring, backing her into a corner where she hoists her up to the top rope. A few quick pops to the jaw and Top Rope Frankensteiner bring Azzy crashing down to the mat from up high. Zoey then rushes to the top rope, giving a loud WHOOP to the fans before diving off with WATCHING FOR COMETS! Azzy manages to bring her legs up and Zoey crashes across both shins, flipping off and thrashing across the canvas.
Both get to their feet, Azzy catches Zoey with a sitout jawbreaker to stagger her and then hits THE PEARLY GATEKEEPER! Taking Zoey’s legs, she then folds her in half for a steep pin! 1-2-3!!!
WINNER: AZURINE VEBBINS
Spazz: AZZY TAKING THE PRIZE!!!
Koss: The Adorkable Angel wins a hard fought match against a game Zoey Belle!
UVR: Here in this quiet place with only the hum and bubbling of the boiler to keep us company, we have prepared ourselves for the battle to come. Despite the “humorous” name our opponents have adopted for their team, the House of Dix, they are accomplished tag team wrestlers who have held tag team gold multiple times. To dismiss them as a toothless threat would be insulting to not only them, but ourselves.
The Lady Terminator adjusts her gloves, tightening them slightly. Beside her, the small striker absentmindedly rubs her hands together as if she’s cleaning herself under a sink.
Coda: Humorous name? I do not find this combination of their surnames funny.
UVR: To others, it is. Ms. Dixon’s playful, fun demeanor can throw one off to the talent she possesses and everyone knows about the violent tendencies of her partner, Kara Harrington, formerly Wendy House. The child-like adult turned into an alleged psychopath.
Coda raises a finger like a curious school kid in class.
Coda: Do you believe Wendy House persists somewhere within Kara? Or is this simply a persona she puts on when she wishes to try?
Ursula slips her hands behind her back, weighing the questions asked briefly before answering in professorly fashion.
UVR: I believe it to be a dissociative personality disorder. One being protective of the other and clearly, Kara has sent Wendy to stay in her room until the danger has passed. It is for the best, as I believe that the child would be more of a liability to their team than the psychopath. I would rather have the full measure of a challenge rather than a playful “chew toy.”
Coda: “The danger.”
The Pint-Sized Kaiju echoes the words as if trying to understand. Then, she tries to add more.
Coda: We are the danger, in this circumstance.
UVR: Correct.
Coda: With you as a former Queen Of The South and me as the recognized Ultimate Conquest Champion, I believe it would not be too much to say we are two of the most competent combatants on the SRW roster today. Our history as a team has been well-documented, too. Though, in addition to their ingenuity, the House of Dix has this advantage: it has been some time since we fought alongside one another. Our harmony might be disrupted.
Ursula offers a sagely nod.
UVR: Indeed, it has been some time, but there is disparity between our opponents that does not exist here between us. One simply wishes to compete, the other only wishes to torture, extracting pain and blood. One does not agree with the other’s methods, but is simply too afraid to stand on her own.
She leans towards Coda slightly.
UVR: We use this to our maximum advantage.
Her Korean American partner nods, crossing her arms over her chest and rubbing the sharp part of her elbow without thinking.
Coda: I am unafraid to speak openly with you when needed, though that will not be necessary here. We do things differently, and this diversity makes us a more stable unit capable of overcoming foes of different styles and tactics. With your power and my speed, we are a force to be reckoned with.
UVR: Correct. We have work to do, Ms. Coda.
Ursula turns and steps away from the camera. The Pint-Sized Kaiju nods in agreement and follows.
Zoey continues to dominate, battering Azzy around the ring, backing her into a corner where she hoists her up to the top rope. A few quick pops to the jaw and Top Rope Frankensteiner bring Azzy crashing down to the mat from up high. Zoey then rushes to the top rope, giving a loud WHOOP to the fans before diving off with WATCHING FOR COMETS! Azzy manages to bring her legs up and Zoey crashes across both shins, flipping off and thrashing across the canvas.
Both get to their feet, Azzy catches Zoey with a sitout jawbreaker to stagger her and then hits THE PEARLY GATEKEEPER! Taking Zoey’s legs, she then folds her in half for a steep pin! 1-2-3!!!
WINNER: AZURINE VEBBINS
Spazz: AZZY TAKING THE PRIZE!!!
Koss: The Adorkable Angel wins a hard fought match against a game Zoey Belle!
SEGMENT
The cameras cut to the Savage Arena boiler room downstairs where Symphony Of Destruction, Ursula Von Rossbach & Coda, could be found taking residency in front of a wall of exposed pipes. Clangs and bangs echo throughout the sizable room while tanks send water to the rest of the stadium. The heat soaks Coda’s blue buttoned blouse with subtle marks of sweat while Ursula stays relatively dry underneath the fluorescent lights.UVR: Here in this quiet place with only the hum and bubbling of the boiler to keep us company, we have prepared ourselves for the battle to come. Despite the “humorous” name our opponents have adopted for their team, the House of Dix, they are accomplished tag team wrestlers who have held tag team gold multiple times. To dismiss them as a toothless threat would be insulting to not only them, but ourselves.
The Lady Terminator adjusts her gloves, tightening them slightly. Beside her, the small striker absentmindedly rubs her hands together as if she’s cleaning herself under a sink.
Coda: Humorous name? I do not find this combination of their surnames funny.
UVR: To others, it is. Ms. Dixon’s playful, fun demeanor can throw one off to the talent she possesses and everyone knows about the violent tendencies of her partner, Kara Harrington, formerly Wendy House. The child-like adult turned into an alleged psychopath.
Coda raises a finger like a curious school kid in class.
Coda: Do you believe Wendy House persists somewhere within Kara? Or is this simply a persona she puts on when she wishes to try?
Ursula slips her hands behind her back, weighing the questions asked briefly before answering in professorly fashion.
UVR: I believe it to be a dissociative personality disorder. One being protective of the other and clearly, Kara has sent Wendy to stay in her room until the danger has passed. It is for the best, as I believe that the child would be more of a liability to their team than the psychopath. I would rather have the full measure of a challenge rather than a playful “chew toy.”
Coda: “The danger.”
The Pint-Sized Kaiju echoes the words as if trying to understand. Then, she tries to add more.
Coda: We are the danger, in this circumstance.
UVR: Correct.
Coda: With you as a former Queen Of The South and me as the recognized Ultimate Conquest Champion, I believe it would not be too much to say we are two of the most competent combatants on the SRW roster today. Our history as a team has been well-documented, too. Though, in addition to their ingenuity, the House of Dix has this advantage: it has been some time since we fought alongside one another. Our harmony might be disrupted.
Ursula offers a sagely nod.
UVR: Indeed, it has been some time, but there is disparity between our opponents that does not exist here between us. One simply wishes to compete, the other only wishes to torture, extracting pain and blood. One does not agree with the other’s methods, but is simply too afraid to stand on her own.
She leans towards Coda slightly.
UVR: We use this to our maximum advantage.
Her Korean American partner nods, crossing her arms over her chest and rubbing the sharp part of her elbow without thinking.
Coda: I am unafraid to speak openly with you when needed, though that will not be necessary here. We do things differently, and this diversity makes us a more stable unit capable of overcoming foes of different styles and tactics. With your power and my speed, we are a force to be reckoned with.
UVR: Correct. We have work to do, Ms. Coda.
Ursula turns and steps away from the camera. The Pint-Sized Kaiju nods in agreement and follows.
-SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
Kara Harrington goes out to meet Coda without so much as talking to Tracy Dixon on her way out of the corner. Kara plunges right into the fight while Tracy watches on worried from the apron. Coda and Kara start throwing punches on each other that ends when Coda kicks Kara in the face with a roundhouse right kick that lands her foot almost in Kara’s mouth. Kara goes down like she’s been shot and Coda covers.Kara kicks out.
Kara rolls Coda over into a cradle.
Coda kicks out and reverses.
Kara kicks out and rolls into a crucifix pin.
Coda kicks out.
Kara springs up and looks to punch Ursula on the apron. Ursula swats her out of midair with one hand as if her hand is a giant fly swatter and Kara is a gnat that has drawn the larger woman’s ire and annoyance. Kara crashes to the mat and Coda pounces for the cover.
Kara kicks out.
Coda tags in Ursula and steps aside. Ursula comes in and Kara jumps up on her, throwing punches that glance off Ursula’s abs like bullets pinging off Superman’s chest. Ursula scoops Kara up and slams her before dropping a big elbow. Ursula reaches over and tags Coda back in. Ursula stands up and slingshots Coda into a splash for a cover.
Kara kicks out.
Coda tags Ursula back in and steps out. Ursula comes in and reaches down to pull Kara up. Kara pulls her down into an inside cradle.
Ursula kicks out.
Ursula pulls Kara up and spikes her with a one handed chokeslam after deadlifting Kara up with one hand by the neck. Kara hits with such brutal force and impact that Tracy rushes in and jumps onto Ursula’s back, sinking in a sleeper on the colossus.
Tracy squeezes the hold on Ursula. Ursula peels Tracy off her back and military presses her up high above her head. Kara rolls over and punches Ursula low. Ursula drops Tracy behind her and doubles over. Kara pops up behind Ursula and tries to run her into an O’Connor roll. Ursula shrugs her off at the ropes and then hits the Terminator Kick. Kara goes down and Ursula drags her back up for a Von Terminator. Ursula tags in Coda and then catches Tracy coming in and running her back to her own corner, smashing Tracy shard against the turnbuckles. Coda comes in and hits the Symphonic Elbow. She drops down to cover the now unconscious Kara.
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WINNER: SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION
Koss: What a tag team match! Both sides fought fierce but in the end, it was the Symphony of Destruction that reigns supreme!
Spazz: Yo it looks like Kara Harrington got injured or something. They're wheeling her out on a stretcher!
Koss: EMTs are tending to Kara Harrington and she is being taken to the back for treatment. We'll inform you of any developments as they come!
SEGMENT
Backstage, the cameras catch up to Eric Donavan, the Irish Dragon, making his way down the hall. Normally, people would be waving and greeting him, as well as Lyra who walks at his side, and he would be greeting them back. But something about the slightly-dented chair he’s carrying in one hand makes them think twice. That and the snarl on Lyra’s pretty face. As for Eric, he looks rather calm, or perhaps impassive is the better word. But on his face, it feels more like intensity when paired with his body language.We see the camera follow the pairing down the hall, they stop at a door which Eric knocks on keeping the chair in one hand Lyra right on his heels. As the door opens we see the now former Ultimate Conquest Champion: Luther Thunder, who hides his surprise well or maybe he was expecting something like this to happen.
LUTHER THUNDER: Mr. Donovan, what a pleasant surprise, here to wish me good luck for our match tonight? Oh, and this must be the darling Mrs. Donovan herself. I’m so sorry my wife isn’t here right now to meet you two but…
The Dutchman doesn’t get to finish his pleasantries when he sees the chair in Eric’s hand. Realizing this might have been far from a pure social call. His comments have a vein pulsing at Lyra’s temple but Eric gently holds his free hand out in front of her, which somehow calms the dark-haired woman down. Then he turns his attention on Luther, offering some semblance of a smile.
ERIC DONAVAN: We can have a chat with Esme later, Luther. I just wanted to return this to you… so that you have the opportunity to use it properly later tonight. You know…
Eric’s smile turns to that infuriating Donavan Smirk he’s so well-known for. Among other things.
ERIC DONAVAN: …in case you want to take a swing when my back isn’t turned.
A pale tongue flicks out to lick Lyra’s red lips as she grins slightly before it fades, giving way to the glare again. She keeps her eyes from Luther after, though, finding looking at her husband a bit better for her stress level.
Thunder stands there eyeing at Eric, Lyra then at the chair, for a moment silence between the three was so thick you could slice it with a knife if you wanted to. He glances at the chair back at Eric. His voice calm, almost emotionless.
LUTHER THUNDER: Oh, that is considerate of you to offer Mister Donovan, truly. However as I stated on twitter earlier in the week, what took place at EPOCH’s main event wasn’t anything personal. You were in the Main Event, that is where most eyes are, a message needed to be sent, to remind the higher ups and peers alike just what I am capable of. I don’t have any issues with you personally unless of course you insist on making one with me.
He flashes a small smirk watching Lyra more than Eric almost hearing her blood rushing as he speaks up again.
LUTHER THUNDER: As far as tonight goes though. We are in the Main Event: #1 Contendership for the King of the South Championship. I’d rather try my chances against you 1 on 1 without any chairs or other instruments, if that suits you? The two of us can steal the show tonight and make sure that whoever leaves Savage Revolution as a champion has the best darn challenge to face… and woe be the poor soul who even attempts to send a message during our match, with or without chairs.
Rolling that around in his head, Eric considers it while idly gazing at the chair he now holds in front of him, as though something rather interesting were engraved on the seat. He snorts slightly, then chuckles. Lyra lifts a brow, but soon smiles… as if she knows where Eric’s head is going.
ERIC DONAVAN: Just as you said on social media, eh? Nothing personal? I see.
LYRA LEVEUX-DONAVAN: Nothing… personal.
As if she does not believe it. Eric shrugs and holds on to the chair.
ERIC DONAVAN: Then allow me to repeat myself, Luther: you set the standard for this. You want to tear the house down, show the world what we can do and grab a shot at SRW’s biggest belt? I can get behind that sort of thinking. But I don’t think you fully understand the gravity of such an opportunity, or the kind of person you’re facing to acquire it. That’s all right, though. In my chest beats the heart of a teacher. And make no mistake, big man…
Just like that, Eric goes stone-faced, staring right at Luther.
ERIC DONAVAN: …you got a lesson coming.
A lesser man might have taken that as a challenge of his ego and whole presence, instead Luther smiles his trademark cheshire cat like smirk and extends his hand at the Irishman.
LUTHER THUNDER: I’m all about educating and bettering myself in this business, and I’m looking forward to seeing just what it is I can learn from a man of your status and legacy. Seen you around enough, heard people talk about your success and that craving for the 10th championship. Who knows? Maybe tonight will push you closer to that. Just don’t expect me to offer it up to you at the expense of my own success. I’ve had some gold in SRW but that top championship I got my eyes set on as well. Just figured I’d be honest, as I said nothing personal and no reason to lie to you.
ERIC DONAVAN: You had damn well better NOT hand it over to me, Thunder. It’s one thing to take a cheap shot… I’ve been a target for that more times than you’ve had matches. But disrespect? That’s a whole other thing. I’ve hurt people over respect. Done things that changed lives, things I sometimes wish I could take back. Keep that in mind the next time you go looking for someone’s attention like you did in trying to get mine.
That said, Eric, with chair still in hand, turns to leave. Lyra takes a moment to stare at Luther, nowhere near as agitated as she was before, then giggles in a sinister fashion.
LYRA LEVEUX-DONAVAN: Be a dear and tell Esme we said hello, won’t you?
With a sweet smile but icy eyes, Lyra turns to follow after Eric.
Koss: This just in, Kara Harrington has been rushed to the hospital with broken ribs and a dislocated hip! She may be out of action for awhile!
Spazz: Well... on one hand, that fucking sucks but on the other, that's one less psycho in the back!
Koss: We wish her a speedy recovery!
KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH NO.1 CONTENDERSHIP
-LUTHER THUNDER-VS-ERIC DONOVAN-
-LUTHER THUNDER-VS-ERIC DONOVAN-
Donavan and Thunder walk out to the center of the ring and face off with each other as if they've done this a million times before. They both simply stare daggers through the other one as the assembled masses cheer them on, hoping to see a good fight develop here. The two nod and then lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Thunder quickly overpowers Donavan and drives him back towards the far corner. Donavan rolls into a drop toehold and then jumps onto a side headlock. Thunder easily stands right back up and then wraps his arms around Donavan’s midsection. Thunder turns into a Saito Suplex and then mounts Donavan. He starts to rain down firepower, hammering away with fists, forearms and elbows until Donavan rolls into a cradle to get away from it.
Thunder kicks out.
Donavan jumps up into a knee lift/strike that catches Thunder just under the chin. Caught off-guard, Thunder staggers back and Donavan goes for the Dragon Fang. Thunder catches his foot and pulls him in for another big Saito suplex. Thunder looks to mount again but Donavan catches him for an arm-in triangle choke. Thunder reaches out but comes up short of the ropes. He reaches out again and this time gets a hold of the middle rope. The referee calls for the break and Donavan gives it. Thunder releases the rope and starts to move but Donavan puts the hold right back on. Donavan starts to clamp down and Thunder grabs his wrist, elevating Donavan. He brings the man back down for a huge powerbomb, knocking the hold loose. Thunder holds for the cover.
Donavan kicks out.
Thunder pulls Donavan up and looks to toss him towards a corner but Donavan kicks Thunder in the gut to stop it. Thunder doubles over and Donavan hits the Irish Lariat and then goes into the Three-Headed Dragon. Donavan covers after the third.
Thunder kicks out.
Donavan looks for the Hellspike but Thunder reverses into a bridging northern lights suplex for a cover.
Donavan kicks out.
Thunder and Donavan get to their feet and Thunder goes for Thunderstruck. Donavan catches the leg and turns it into the Red Dragon Suplex. Donavan floats over into a cover.
Thunder kicks out.
They both get to their feet and Donavan catches him with the Dragon Fang. Thunder goes down and Donavan covers.
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2!
3!
WINNER: ERIC DONOVAN
Thunder kicks out.
Donavan jumps up into a knee lift/strike that catches Thunder just under the chin. Caught off-guard, Thunder staggers back and Donavan goes for the Dragon Fang. Thunder catches his foot and pulls him in for another big Saito suplex. Thunder looks to mount again but Donavan catches him for an arm-in triangle choke. Thunder reaches out but comes up short of the ropes. He reaches out again and this time gets a hold of the middle rope. The referee calls for the break and Donavan gives it. Thunder releases the rope and starts to move but Donavan puts the hold right back on. Donavan starts to clamp down and Thunder grabs his wrist, elevating Donavan. He brings the man back down for a huge powerbomb, knocking the hold loose. Thunder holds for the cover.
Donavan kicks out.
Thunder pulls Donavan up and looks to toss him towards a corner but Donavan kicks Thunder in the gut to stop it. Thunder doubles over and Donavan hits the Irish Lariat and then goes into the Three-Headed Dragon. Donavan covers after the third.
Thunder kicks out.
Donavan looks for the Hellspike but Thunder reverses into a bridging northern lights suplex for a cover.
Donavan kicks out.
Thunder and Donavan get to their feet and Thunder goes for Thunderstruck. Donavan catches the leg and turns it into the Red Dragon Suplex. Donavan floats over into a cover.
Thunder kicks out.
They both get to their feet and Donavan catches him with the Dragon Fang. Thunder goes down and Donavan covers.
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3!
WINNER: ERIC DONOVAN
Koss: The Dragon just shutdown the Thunder and is moving on to face the next SRW Top Champ!
Spazz: This fight was hard dawg. I don't think anyone's got anything to be ashamed of up in here. They fucked each other UP!!!
Koss: The only question is, will Eric Donovan be facing Halo or CCM?
SEGMENT
The camera opens outside in the parking lot and finds Halo standing alone under a large light pole dressed in a pair of jeans, a black sleeveless Motorhead Bastards t-shirt, black tactical boots and her Shieldmaidens San Clemente kutte.
Halo: The last few months have been tough. The company did not think I was worth booking but once after August for reasons that were never explained. Maybe they really thought that. Maybe they forgot. Maybe I slipped through the cracks or maybe I pissed somebody off.
She shrugs.
Halo: I don’t know, couldn’t rightly tell ya which one is the truth. They ain’t never told me and I didn’t ask. And wouldn’t you know who won the pony….
Glaring indignantly into the camera, Halo eyes flash momentarily.
Halo: That last match I had in August was the Hirata Invitational Tournament Final against our esteemed King of the South Champion, CCM!
A look of disgust comes over her face.
Halo: We’ve had very different paths since that match at Fury Road, haven’t we, Mister Millar?
She nods knowingly.
Halo: You go on to main event for the big one against Ursula Von Rossbach and I can’t even get arrested in this town! .
Looking down at the asphalt below her feet, Halo starts to nod to herself.
Halo: There was a time you and I would have been family, Mister Millar. You were married to Mama Chrys and I’m married to Mama Chrys’ baby girl, B-Brat.
She looks up into the camera.
Halo: And I’m sure the thought that you were very nearly my father-in-law just fills you with pride don’t it? You look at me and there ain’t now ay in hell you see anyone worthy of lacin’ your boots, much less standin’ anywhere in your family tree!
She points to herself almost violently.
Halo: I know! There ain’t nobody out there prayin’ for me that way with y’all’s name on it, Mister Millar! You damn sure happy you walked away from that screamin’ whatever you was screamin’ when you did and never had to call me anything but that gutter trash comin’ for my championship while laughing at the very idea of me!
Her teeth almost grind in anger.
Halo: Well that’s fine because I been here since the company had a different name! I won a championship then off Miss Ursula too just like you did! I ain’t bold enough to say I beat her but we was in a match where she came in the champion and I went out that way! The same thing happened when I got in the ring with F.M. Young. The one I can say for certain I did fuckin’ beat for a championship was Katie Chaos and I ran her the fuck out of this damn company! We ain’t seen shit from her since and now I’m comin’ for the throne that you sit on, Mister Millar!
She takes a step closer to the camera.
Halo: I started out this year in the exact opposite way I ended last year. I got me match with Eric By God Donavan at Epoch and I fuckin’ won it and now…
She pauses to point almost accusingly to the camera.
Halo: I’m comin’ for you!
She waves that hand dismissively out of the shot like she’s trying to chop something in front of her.
Halo: And I know there’s a chance you would look at me and decide to make an example of me, possibly with help from like-minded people like the Influencers or just people you’ve seen elsewhere who got a bone to pick with somebody here about how shit goes down.
As she nods, her mother-in-law, Christina Zdunich, her other mother-in-law, Seleana Zdunich, Seleana’s sister, Zenna Zdunich, and Coda walk into the shot from the left and Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Kara “Killer” Carbajal, Ryoko “Dokueki” Hirata, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire walk into the shot from the right.
Halo: Go ahead and bring whoever you want cause I‘m tellin’ you right now, you ain’t got enough firepower to come at me like that!
The eleven behind her all nod inunison.
Halo: I’m comin’ for the throne, Mister Millar. I’m comin’ for you and that championship and you bet your ass I aim to misbehave! Tonight’s the night! Tomorrow might be my birthday, but tonight is when the magic happens! Tonight I walk down that aisle and take my place where I belonged all along! Tonight, I show you that target you where as the champion is damn sure real!
She walks up and grabs the camera.
Halo: I’m comin’ for your throne, Mister Millar, so you best be ready cause when I come for the king, I don’t miss!
ANNOUNCEMENT
SOMEONE HAS STOLEN EVERY SINGLE LADDER IN THE BUILDING! THE MAIN EVENT IS NOW A STANDARD SINGLES MATCH!!!! WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE!
Spazz: REALLY?! WHO STEALS LADDERS!!!
Koss: A roofing outfit?
Spazz: Fuck! I love ladder matches goddammit!!!
Koss: A roofing outfit?
Spazz: Fuck! I love ladder matches goddammit!!!
MAIN EVENT
KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
-CCM(C)-VS-HALO-
KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
-CCM(C)-VS-HALO-
Halo and CCM stand eye to eye, moving in towards one another and immediately jam their foreheads together, but neither budge. Halo shoves CCM back a step and CCM moves in shoving her back hard. She swings her arms about, fighting to keep her balance. He moves in with a hopping front kick that Halo side steps! She slips in behind and locks on a rear waistlock, but CCM back kicks straight between Halo’s legs. He gets a warning from the ref, but ignores it, flat out slapping her across the face and then chopping her in the chest. He then takes her arm and sends her for the ropes, but Halo reverses it into a shoulder butt and 2 MINUTES 2 MIDNIGHT CLOTHESLINE! Down Millar goes! Halo goes for a quick cover but only gets a two count! Both roll apart and CCM comes at her with a fake out followed by a jab straight to her eye and a hard kick to the gut followed by THE MILLARIAT!!! He goes for the cover and also gets a two count. CCM picks up the slightly stunned Halo and tosses her to the ropes. She returns and TOSSER’S DEMISE! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHHRE-KICKOUT!!! SHE KICKS OUT OF THE TOSSER’S DEMISE!!!!
Irate, CCM picks up Halo by the throat, hooking one arm as he slings her over the top ropes with a bail toss! She hits the floor with a yelp and a loud thump! CCM runs for the ropes and comes running towards her from inside the ring, grabbing the ropes, flipping over them, but landing on the apron, mocking the fans who were expecting a big move. As Halo gets up, she turns right into a kick from the apron to the face! CCM then hops down, wraps his arms around her waist, drags her towards the ring steps and hits a devastating German Suplex right on the ring steps! Halo crumbles from the impact and CCM shouts out loud to the crowd, “THIS IS WHY I’M THE CHAMPION AND NONE OF YOU TOSSERS ARE!!!”
He gathers her up and slings her towards the Spanish Announce table, rolling her on top of it shortly after. A few chops to the chest keep her off balance as he slips on top of it with her, putting her head between his legs. He motions for a Piledriver, something he rarely if ever does, then lifts her up but Halo kicks her legs and with a wild cry lifts CCM up in an impressive display of power while walking forward and falling back, driving both of them through the table with an impressive crackling crunch!
Slowly Halo stirs first, rolling from the wreckage. Her arm bleeds from a few bits of table being stabbed into it. She growls, ripping the bits of board from her arm and then gathers CCM, who’s back is severely scratched up. Halo slides him into the ring, following in after and defeating the 10 count. CCM crawls away from Halo, clearly in a great deal of pain. She moves in and wraps her arms around his waist, lifting him off the canvas in a rear waistlock and hitting a deadlift German Suplex, holding it for the pin! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!! He thrashes, managing to get his shoulder off the canvas. The two separate with CCM starting to crawl under the ropes. His father moves in, looking as if giving CCM words of encouragement while slipping him a set of brass knuckles. He pats his shoulder and backs away.
CCM fights up, gripping the brass knucks tight, but keeping them hidden while feigning a gut injury. Halo gathers him up and CCM rears back the hand, spinning around and looking to get the DQ victory, but HALO CATCHES HIS ARM, spinning him around to the canvas with THE HALO ON FIRE BRIDGING FUJIWARA ARMBAR!!!! The brass knucks fly from his hand.
CCM wails in agony and WMD starts to enter the ring only to suddenly stop as START A RIOT plays over the house PA system. All roster members of the Shield Maidens roll out on Motorcycles, surrounding the ring and putting a barrier between themselves and the 7 foot monster. CCM has no choice center of the center of the ring with his free arm, he taps out…
WINNER AND NEW SRW QUEEN OF THE SOUTH: HALO!!!!
Irate, CCM picks up Halo by the throat, hooking one arm as he slings her over the top ropes with a bail toss! She hits the floor with a yelp and a loud thump! CCM runs for the ropes and comes running towards her from inside the ring, grabbing the ropes, flipping over them, but landing on the apron, mocking the fans who were expecting a big move. As Halo gets up, she turns right into a kick from the apron to the face! CCM then hops down, wraps his arms around her waist, drags her towards the ring steps and hits a devastating German Suplex right on the ring steps! Halo crumbles from the impact and CCM shouts out loud to the crowd, “THIS IS WHY I’M THE CHAMPION AND NONE OF YOU TOSSERS ARE!!!”
He gathers her up and slings her towards the Spanish Announce table, rolling her on top of it shortly after. A few chops to the chest keep her off balance as he slips on top of it with her, putting her head between his legs. He motions for a Piledriver, something he rarely if ever does, then lifts her up but Halo kicks her legs and with a wild cry lifts CCM up in an impressive display of power while walking forward and falling back, driving both of them through the table with an impressive crackling crunch!
Slowly Halo stirs first, rolling from the wreckage. Her arm bleeds from a few bits of table being stabbed into it. She growls, ripping the bits of board from her arm and then gathers CCM, who’s back is severely scratched up. Halo slides him into the ring, following in after and defeating the 10 count. CCM crawls away from Halo, clearly in a great deal of pain. She moves in and wraps her arms around his waist, lifting him off the canvas in a rear waistlock and hitting a deadlift German Suplex, holding it for the pin! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!! He thrashes, managing to get his shoulder off the canvas. The two separate with CCM starting to crawl under the ropes. His father moves in, looking as if giving CCM words of encouragement while slipping him a set of brass knuckles. He pats his shoulder and backs away.
CCM fights up, gripping the brass knucks tight, but keeping them hidden while feigning a gut injury. Halo gathers him up and CCM rears back the hand, spinning around and looking to get the DQ victory, but HALO CATCHES HIS ARM, spinning him around to the canvas with THE HALO ON FIRE BRIDGING FUJIWARA ARMBAR!!!! The brass knucks fly from his hand.
CCM wails in agony and WMD starts to enter the ring only to suddenly stop as START A RIOT plays over the house PA system. All roster members of the Shield Maidens roll out on Motorcycles, surrounding the ring and putting a barrier between themselves and the 7 foot monster. CCM has no choice center of the center of the ring with his free arm, he taps out…
WINNER AND NEW SRW QUEEN OF THE SOUTH: HALO!!!!
Spazz: YOOOOOOOO!!!!
Koss: We have a new Queen of the South! HALO!!!!
Spazz: She came from the otherside and is now sitting on top of the motherfucking mountain ya'll!!!!
WMD quickly fetches CCM out of the ring as the Shieldmaidens all join Halo inside, hoisting her up on their shoulders as she hoists the now handed over Queen of the South championship over her head! There's tears of joy in her eyes as her Maiden sisters parade her around in the ring. WMD assists the fallen champion up the ramp, his arm hanging limp and seemingly broken. As they get to the top, both turn to look back at the ring. CCM, covered in seat, streaks of blood running down his back and on his shoulders, then takes a small bow before disappearing into the back while cradling his arm.
Koss: What an amazing finish! Halo does the unthinkable and unseats CCM from his throne after his impressive win over Ursula Von Rossbach who had held that belt for over 420 days!
Spazz: People forget though that Halo killed Ursula once too... I always said that bitch can go but who listens to the Spaztastic one? Only those who are my captive audience, aka you motherfuckers watching at home!
Koss: That is all the time we have! What a momentous night for Halo and Southern Rebellion Wrestling! This is Joe Koss and Mike Spazz saying goodnight!
Spazz: GO TO BED BITCHES! IT'S PASSED YO BEDTIME!!!!
CREDITS
-ISA STORM-VS-JULIET BLACK-
-ESME THUNDER-VS-SIERRA SILVER-
-BIANCA DAVIS-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
NO CONTEST DUE TO INTERFERENCE
-AZURINE VEBBINS-VS-ZOEY BELLE-
-SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
Written by Alex
KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH NO.1 CONTENDERSHIP
-LUTHER THUNDER-VS-ERIC DONOVAN-
Written by Alex
MAIN EVENT
KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH
-CCM(C)-VS-HALO-
-ESME THUNDER-VS-SIERRA SILVER-
-BIANCA DAVIS-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
NO CONTEST DUE TO INTERFERENCE
-AZURINE VEBBINS-VS-ZOEY BELLE-
-SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION-VS-HOUSE OF DIX-
Written by Alex
KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH NO.1 CONTENDERSHIP
-LUTHER THUNDER-VS-ERIC DONOVAN-
Written by Alex
MAIN EVENT
KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH
-CCM(C)-VS-HALO-