BEAUTIFUL VIOLENCE 3/11/2022 - RESULTS

[Melinda Rhodes]

HARD ROCK HOTEL AND CASINO

ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY

BELL TIME 7PM EST

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INTRO

Lauren Babic's cover of "Bad Romance" plays as we get an exterior shot of The neon-lit Hardrock Cafe Hotel and Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey...

Then we cut to the exterior auditorium where pyro is exploding an fans are cheering at a near sold out capacity.

And then we cut right to the announce tables.

There we find good old Joe Koss and Mike Spazz at the table, set up and ready to go!

Koss: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to SOUTHERN REBELLION WRESTLING'S BEAUTIFUL VIOLENCE!

Spazz: SUP JERSEY! YOUR BOY IS HOME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

There's HUGE Mike Spazz Pop from the crowd which puts a big smile on Mikey's face.

Spazz: I think they know me here, lunchbox!

Koss: That they do! Don't let the sudden celebrity go to your head!

Spazz: You kiddin? This is fuckin' Jersey yo. You're a celebrity if you tell someone to fuck 'em right in the pussy on national TV here.

Koss: What a card, what a card, what. a. CARD! We have for you tonight. Our opening match pits Sierra Silver against a mystery opponent! We don't know who it is, everyone's in the dark, but apparently Sierra wanted a mystery prize match and she got it, just like that!

Spazz: So it could be anyone, like a fuckin' lizard man n' shit?

Koss: Who knows, but I bet the Shadow knows! Following that is a Fatal Fourway Tables match with Crystal Z, Isa Storm, Azurine Vebbins, and Killer Carbajal!

Spazz: Killer's got this. Bitch has been itching for a good murder for awhile now!

Koss: Never say never in wrestling. Following that is another fourway, this time with teams to determine who will be facing the reigning tag champs next and with a special surprise as there is an unknown tag team in this match!

Spazz: Whoever is stepping up, they better know what they're getting into. As for whoever wins this mofugga, yous know they'll be watching from the curtains post match 'cause the tag title match comes up after that. TLC Motherfuckers! Title on a rope, chairs for smacking, tables for cracking, and ladders for ladder-Fu-Shit!

Koss: Indeed! It's going to be one hell of a brutal affair, I'm sure!

Spazz: The "Hardcore" Championship will be on after that... Oh I'm sorry it's the Pussification Title!

Koss: VIP's "Purification" Championship will be on the line against Griffin Hawkins tonight in a VIP Rules match!

Spazz: Last time it didn't go Griff's way at all, but tonight, it could be The Juice-Box Hero's night!

Koss: We won't know till it goes down. The Ultimate Conquest Title is next, with Coda defending against Kate Steele and one has to wonder, as Coda has been very silent since the announcement of this match. Kate Steele seems laser focused.

Spazz: It'd be, what, her third or fourth run with the belt if she wins it?

Koss: Indeed it will be, but like you said only if she can overcome the Pint-Sized Kaiju and few have been able to do that yet!

Spazz: Then there's that over the top battle royale for a shot at the big belt!

Koss: Kendrick Kross, Samantha Tolson, Ursula Von Rossbach, Risa Jackson, Juliet Black, Rose, and Luther Thunder all vying for the chance to face the Queen or King of the South, depending on how the main event following it goes down!

Spazz: Halo vs Eric Donovan. A student taking on her teacher, but ain't that a bit unfair taking on a champ you might know better than your own left hand, lunchbox?

Koss: It depends on how well the student studied the master and has grown beyond those teachings.

Spazz: A'ight that's Fair.

Koss: For now, we see who Sierra Silver's myster opponent is for the night!

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-SIERRA SILVER-VS-MYSTERY OPPONENT-

The show opens with Sierra Silver making her way to the ring, hyping up the crowd as she makes her way down the ramp. Once inside, she gets into a ready position.

Koss - Any speculation on who this mystery opponent could be?

Spazz - I got no fuckin clue, but I can't wait to find out.

Sierra stands there for a moment, readied, but nothing is happening. She stands up, hands on her hips, when suddenly the lights go down, thumping and alternating between green and white with the tempo of the music. The 'Tron lights up, featuring the custom image of the Dragon billowing smoke and clutching a hatchet in each of it's foreclaws.

"GO!"

Hirata Dokueki comes out of the curtain, turning her head toward the ceiling and roars, raising her tanabo war club, decorated in golden Scottish filigree, the metal studs a dull green, high over her head.

"This ain't a test, fuck the rest
Time to set the record straight
Talk your shit behind my back
Let's hear you say it to my face
I've heard the words fall out your lips
You little trendy fucking bitch
The time has come to get you some
'Cause I just do not give a shit"

Dokueki spews a bit of her trademark mist into the air with another roar, slamming the head of the club down onto the ramp before throwing it over her shoulder. She stares straight ahead as she makes her way down the ramp, turning to the cameraman at the bottom to point to her t-shirt before making as if she's going to jump at the camera. She turns, and climbs the steel ring stairs, making her way onto the apron.

"Do you take me for a fool!?
How's it feel to be a tool!?
See to me you're just a cancer!
Motherfucker, war is the answer!"

Dokueki raises the club in her hand again, flexing her muscles before spewing another shot of Mist into the air with another roar before climbing through the ropes. Sierra Silver is clearly in shock, realizing who she's standing in the ring with.

Spazz - Holy shit it's the Poison fuckin Dragon! We're kicking this bitch off with the in ring return of Hirata fucking Dokueki!

Koss - Nobody could have planned for this folks! Dokueki has not wrestled a match since that explosive landmine bout with Ursula Von Rossbach!

Dokueki approaches the center of the ring. She shakes Sierra's hand, and the bell rings. Knowing she's at a disadvantage, the Super Villain immediately goes on the offensive, slamming a series of kicks into Dokueki's thigh, dropping the Poison Dragon to a knee. She immediately follows up with a meteor, taking Hirata to the mat. She looks like she's going to go for a pin, but the Dragon sits up, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth as she rises to her feet.

Silver springs forward, but Dokueki is ready, popping Sierra up but she gets caught by the Supervillain with a quick hurricanrana that puts the Poison Dragon on the mat again. This time she leaps, standing Shooting Star into a pin, but Hirata kicks out with a roar, literally throwing Sierra off of her. Sierra hits the ropes again, baseball sliding under Dokueki, then on the rebound she leapfrogs over, before on her third pass she hits the springboard, looking for a crossbody…NO! Hirata snatches her out of the air! Dokueki transitions Silver into the inverted fireman's carry in the center of the ring. DRAGON'S LAST DANCE! Dokueki gets to her feet, putting a foot on Sierra's chest and yelling at the referee.

One!

Two!!

THREE!!!

The bell rings, and the referee raises Hirata's arm, but she yanks it away, looking down at Sierra before shaking her head and exiting the ring as her music fills the arena.

WINNER: HIRATA DOKUEKI!!

Koss: She did NOT expect that finish at all!

Spazz: Doku is back in the building bitches, and you better be ready for that big club ta' go right up each and every ass that dares to defy that bad bitch!

Koss: I for one do not want a Kanabo up my sphincter, so I won't be defying anyone in that case!

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SEGMENT(S)

KILLER CARBAJAL

We cut backstage to find Kara “Killer” Carbajal with her left arm leaning against the wall as she’s glaring into the camera. She then pushes herself off the wall and then begins to make her way down the corridor with a swagger, seemingly not worrying at all about her upcoming match.

Kara “Killer” Carbajal: So here we are at Beautiful Violence. And I’m in a four way Tables match against three bitches I honestly couldn’t give a flying fuck about in the form of Azurine Vebbins, Isa Storm and Christina Zdunich where the winner becomes the number one contender for the Ultimate Conquest championship.

The behemoth chuckles as she places her hands into the pockets of her kutte.

Kara “Killer” Carbajal: I mean, let’s be real here. We’ve got Azurine Vebbins… who cares more about what dumb fucking holiday it is every day. Well I’m going to be making my own holiday tonight, Vebbins… that being hashtag Vebbins goes through a fucking table day! How’s that for a holiday you annoying little bitch!

KC shakes her head as she continues down the hallway.

Kara “Killer” Carbajal: And then we have Isa Storm. Who… has done what exactly? You’re not even worthy of lacing up my fucking boots, Storm! You hear me?! I’m putting your ass through a table tonight as well!

Carbajal now lets out a sigh.

Kara “Killer” Carbajal: And then of course we have Christina Zdunich. A woman who wakes up every morning and decides who she’s going to be that day. So which version are we getting tonight, Zdunich? Are we getting the narcissistic, evil little whore who will go as far as to stab her own loved ones in the back because you value championships more than anything else?! Or are we getting the whiney little twat who attempts to garner sympathy from everyone stupid enough to believe you’re actually a changed woman?! Either way, it doesn’t fucking matter to me as I’m still going to enjoy beating the absolute HELL out of you before throwing your pathetic ass through a table too!

The Shieldmaiden now stops as she straightens her kutte before cracking her neck and knuckles.

Kara “Killer” Carbajal: It’s simple really. You’re looking at the new number one contender for the Ultimate Conquest championship. Welcome to the Gun Show, bitches!

The woman known as “Killer” then disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.

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CHRISTINA ZDUNICH

We cut to the backstage area and it is there where our image lands on that of Crystal Zdunich. She could be seen putting on the finishing touches of her wrestling gear as she is tying up her sneakers. She doesn’t smile as she instead seems extremely focused as she looks deeply into the lens of the camera. A huge breath escapes her lips as she begins to speak.

Crystal: Long behold since I have said this but from the bottom of my heart let me be the very first person to say that I am officially back. It feels like it has been forever since I stood in front of a SRW camera and honestly gave the world what is going through my head. For starters I just want to personally send a huge congratulations to that of my daughter in Law Halo. She has dethroned my former husband and is now in control of this entire company. She should be absolutely proud because honestly she is a woman that I know deserves it. She has put so much into SRW and I know she will do an amazing job representing this company as it’s champion.

Crystal nods her head in appreciation before she continues to speak some more.

Crystal: To be honest since the very beginning of the year I really haven’t been myself. I was forced to step away from the ring for a few weeks when I caught Covid. Damn thing really did a number on me as it affected my breathing and it was hard to even walk around. As soon as I tested positive I had to bow out of every single wrestling engagement that I was booked for. On top of that I had to leave my home because I didn’t want to be around my 11 year old daughter Aurora. Aurora is definitely a strong little girl but she has been in remission from Leukemia for a few months now and I didn’t want to put my immune compromised kid in any danger. So what exactly did that mean?! It meant I had to leave both the loves of my life Alexandra and Seleana, and I had to isolate myself in my Las Vegas apartment.

Crystal just shakes her head taking a breath as she follows up with her thought.

Crystal: I felt all alone and I was simply nothing more than a spectator watching my women wrestle, doing the craft that I absolutely enjoy, and I was left to just watch. I really wanted to get into the ring but the chest pains stopped me. It really was tough for me. I am happy that I feel much better physically now and I am definitely ready to go for whatever is in my way.

Crystal has tears running down her cheek right now as she continues to speak.

Crystal: What I didn’t expect however was that I would lose a family member that is close to me. I want to say rest in peace to my beautiful cousin Dani Lopez. She certainly epitomized the spirit of wrestling under the Lopez banner. I know she is in a better place now and one day we will be reunited. One thing I am proud of is that I have that Lopez blood coursing through my veins and I feel inspired to go out to that ring and do what I do best in her honor. My performance in this table match is dedicated to her and I hope you are watching down on me.

Crystal seems to be really focused as she continues to speak.

Crystal: So tonight I am walking into a huge match. I am not only in a tables match but I have three women who are among the absolute toughest at what they do. Isa Storm is an about beast. This woman has hated the fact that she has constantly been involved in the Hardcore title scene since she has came to this company. She felt her talents were being wasted. Perhaps she is still upset that we will face off in a tables match but one thing I know she is thrilled about is what is at stake in this match. The winner will get a chance to challenge for the Ultimate Conquest Championship. That is something that has been looking forward too and I know when push comes to shove. She definitely is going to fight in this match with everything that she has.

Crystal looks deeper into the camera.

Crystal: As if that wasn’t enough you also have Azurine Vebbins and she is a woman who always seems focused. Quite often she is always talking about being that woman who celebrates so many different days, and that is honestly cool and everything. However don’t let that sweet innocent fool you because I know she is also a woman who is determined to make something happen. This might be her moment to strike and she is definitely ready for it…

Crystal takes a long deep breath as she speaks some more.

Crystal: Last but not least you have Killer Carbajal and she can be defined as just being an all out beast. She is one of the best at what she does. On top of that as a member of the Carbajal family I feel as if I have to appreciate her considering my daughter in law Sofia is a Carabajal. Anyway as dangerous as Killer C might be as well as all of the other completion, and despite being the smallest woman in the ring. With the help of training with my sister in law Eavan I have learned to be the most dangerous person in the ring. I will be going all out and I will finally have my big break in this company. It’s all or nothing. Whatever happens I know that my cousin will looking down and I will give the best performance I possibly can….

Crystal licks her lips as she is completely focused.

Crystal: Lights… Camera…Action… It’s showtime ladies…. Let’s go steal the show. I’ll bring the tables you bring the bodies so we can send them right through it!

With that Crystal walks away as we fade out on her.

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ULTIMATE CONQUEST NO.1 CONTENDERSHIP

FATAL FOURWAY TABLES MATCH

-CHRISTINA ZDUNICH-VS-ISA STORM-VS-AZURINE VEBBINS-VS-KILLER CARBAJAL-

With a ring surrounded by tables, the four competitors hear the ring bell’s chime and immediately get to work. Isa Storm goes after the biggest, baddest woman in the ring, Killer Carbajal while Crystal and Azzy lock up with an exchange of holds back and forth. Storm sends Carbajal back with a series of forearms and kicks, driving her back into the corner until the biker beast suddenly catches her arms, picks her up and spins her into the corner where the Killer absolutely SAVAGES Storm off her feet and to a seat, where she continues the onslaught with brutal and vicious stomps, the fans cheering her on! Azzy, meanwhile whips Crystal for the ropes and then ducks down, but Crystal catches the ropes, then runs up and boots her directly in the face! Crystal then drops her with a TILT-A-WHIRL DDT!!!!

Killer sets Isa up on the top rope, cracking her across the jaw for good measure, then slipping onto the apron and climbing up behind her. She lifts for a German, aiming for a nearby table but Isa back elbows her hard! Then hits another and another before hooking her head and dropping off the top rope with an improvised stunner that snaps KC with enough force to send her flying off the turnpost! SHE HITS A TABLE but the table DOES NOT BREAK! Killer slides off of it in a disoriented heap!

Meanwhile Isa rushes in at Azzy and Crystal battling against the ropes and hits a double clothesline, sending them both floating over the ropes! Crystal lands on the apron while Azzy hits the floor! Isa gathers a somewhat stunned Crystal up, hoisting her up on her shoulders for a powerbomb, but finds herself eating several shots to the top of the head. Crystal then leans back for a Hurricanrana, but Isa grabs the ropes, holding on for dear life and saving herself from flying into a table! Crystal sits up and starts to go again but only for Killer Carbajal to move in from behind with a rear waistlock and do a wicked modified German Suplex that sends Crystal flying off of Isa’s shoulders while Isa herself gets planted head and shoulders first to the mat! Crystal lands in a heap on the otherside of the ring!

Killer gets to her feet just as Azzy Vebbins hops onto the apron and slingshots up and over with an impressive flying clothesline that takes Killer off her feet! Azzy then turns and takes down Crystal Z with a HALF-NELSON SUPLEX! She then gathers up Isa by her waist and hoists her up for a backdrop but Isa rolls off her shoulder and rolls Azzy right into a ROLLING FIREMAN’S CARRY, immediately followed by a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT! Isa pumps her fists with an triumphant yell, only to get run down by a shoulder block from Killer Carbajal that sends her stumbling into the ropes! She hits them, but rebounds backwards right into KC’s arms where she is immediately dropped with THE JACKHAMMER! KC then gathers up Isa, raises her up and starts running for the ropes, aiming for a table. Suddenly there’s Crystal Z with FLASHING LIGHTS!!!! KC drops Isa and stumbles, then falls to the canvas! Isa starts to get up using the ropes, only for Crystal to leap onto her shoulders, whip over the ropes and send Isa Storm flying up and over them and straight through a table on the outside with a nasty KARUNCHKT!!!!!

WINNER AND NO.1 CONTENDER FOR THE ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP: CRYSTAL ZDUNICH!

Spazz: Crystal Zdunich with a big motherfucking win up in here! WHO SAW THAT SHIT COMING?!

Koss: Apparently Isa Storm certainly didn't! The Blossoming One is back in the game!

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SEGMENT

The camera opens upon the members of the Riot Group, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and Jackie “Bandit” Layton, standing in a small room by themselves.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The Socialites, The Skillz Vendorz and a Mystery Team…

Bandit shakes her head in anger.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: For the love of God, please tell me this mystery bulshit isn’t Chris Mosha dn somebody else from their Priviliged Elite or fucking Christina Fioerce. If it’s either of them…

Bullet raises her hands up to try and slow her partner down.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Calmate, Jack… calmate…

Bandit barely stops herself from screaming.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Seriously, Ale, if it’s Mosh, fuck the other two teams, I’m ripping his fucking head off for wasting our oxygen again!

Shaking her head, Bandit almost spits in disgust.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Fucking Chris Mosh…

Inhaling sharply, Bandit almost spit again.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And if it’s Farce, I swear to God, we’re calling everybody to come back here whether Rhodes like it or not and we’re beating the fuck out of the damn Influencers until they realize nobody gives a shit about their mean girls bullshit!

Bullet shakes her head.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I do not think Melinda wants to have to deal with more of their friends. Four is enough.

She pauses and then nods in acknowledgement.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: More than enough. I do not think it will be Mosh, Fierce or any of the other Page Sisters, though, if it is, we shall be ready.

Bandit nods almost apologetically.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I know, I know, I just hate not being able to properly plan for a match and its strategy. You know how much of a perfectionist I can be when getting ready for this shit. I’d ask if it could be somebody like Last of the Valkyries coming back but that team is kind of in s shambles at the moment so I guess it can’t be them.

She pauses.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: What if it was something unthinkable like the Wrecking Crew or 2 Broke Chicks?

Bullet smiles.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Then we welcome them with open arms and enjoy the session like we do every other time we fight other Maidens. Same as if we have t fight Bex and Sorsh or if Taza was still here and we had to fight her and KC.

Bandit smirks.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Can you imagine if Taza did come back and brought Las Olvidadas with her?

Bullet snickers and then shrugs playfully.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¿Qué chimba?

Bandit can’t help but laugh.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So we just go out there and light them up?

Bullet nods.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Like we always do. Hell is empty…

Bandit nods.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And the Maidens are here!

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SOUTHERN CROSS TAG CHAMPIONSHIP NO.1 CONTENDERSHIP

TAG TEAM FATAL FOURWAY

-SOCIALITES-VS-SKILLZ VENDORZ-VS-RIOT SQUAD-VS-WILDSIDE-

That’s right! Wildside is back in an SRW wrestling ring once again! The match begins with Jackie Layton, Sammi Belmont, Zenna Zdunich, and Diamond Page. Things quickly dissolve into a fast and dirty brawl between the four competitors. Zenna drops Diamond with a dropkick while Sammi nails Bandit with a drop toe hold right into a standing moonsault across her back. Sammi and Zenna turn towards each other. Sammi strikes first but Zenna blocks the shot and twists her into a side wristlock, then kicks her in the face and flips her over the shoulder! Zenna tags in her partner, Seleana, who immediately vaults over the ropes and nails a rising Page with a hard elbow that sends her flailing into her corner where Vanessa Page is tagged in! The match continues to be wild and chaotic as the various teams exchange moves back and forth, even a broken pinfall or three, showing a surprising level of technique across the board as they pull out wild sequences, especially involving Zenna and Sel, who clearly have upped their games since they were last out! Bullet gets a hot tag at one point after Bandit found herself isolated against both members of the Socialites while Kat and Sel were duking it out. She comes in on fire, cracking everyone with hard strikes, namely hard punches to both Socialites, a mad sprint that sees her send Kat over the ropes with a running knee and then whipping Sel into Sammi, knocking her off the apron, followed by a wicked DIOS ES UNA BALA on the rebound and a quick pin! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRRRRREEE!!!

WINNER AND TAGTEAM CHAMPIONSHIP NO.1 CONTENDERS: RIOT SQUAD!!!

Koss: We thought Wild Side was done and even though they didn't win it, they certainly reminded the rest of these teams that this veteran tag team can still go!

Spazz: But Riot Squad yo, theys not to be denied this night and will be taking on the tag team champions on a future card!

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SEGMENT(S)

GALLUS MAG

The camera opens backstage on the members of Gallus Mag, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing in front of a door marked “Shieldmaidens” and holding the SRW Southern Cross Tag Team Championship belts.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: So, aye, Beautiful Violence. Th’ Pretty Committee. Tables, Ladders an’ chairs…

Bruiser’s free fist clenches tight as she glares into the camera.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: For too fuckin’ lon’, I’ve had to suffer with havin’ to defend these belts with that… that narcissistic… silicone filled… dumb fuckin’ CUNT…

Psycho seems slightly taken aback by her wife using the ‘C’ word as she knows how much she hates it.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: …and Sorsh here has had to fuckin’ sit back and watch while the so-called “Queen” was runnin’ around with HER title! And to say I’m pissed off about this whole thin’ is a Goddamn understatement!

Bruiser turns around and punches the wall behind her with her closed fist before turning back to face the camera.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tha should have baen me! I should have baen holdin’ this championship right haer th’ whole feckin’ time and tae have tae watch ye hold this at all made me physically feckin’ ill!

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And that leads us to tonight! SRW’s Beautiful Violence! Where Gallus Mag will FINALLY be recognised as the TRUE Southern Cross Tag Team Champions! Now o’ course, with this match bein’ a TLC match… this means ya’ll can use all o’ those little tactics ya usually use whenever the referee ain’t lookin’ without any repercussions!

A sadistic grin grows on the faces of both Shieldmaidens.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: But it also means Sorsh and I can do whatever the fuck we want too! Sorsh for example… could introduce ya’ll to Blackie…

Psycho raises her free hand up to reveal her holding her patented blackthorn shillelagh that she named “Blackie”.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: …and perhaps I’ll dust off the ol’ brass knucks and use ‘em to break those plastic fuckin’ faces!

Bruiser now shows off the pair of brass knuckles she’s wearing on her right hand to the camera. Psycho can’t help but smile admiringly at the “jewelry.”

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Tha bae a feckin’ beautiful knuckle duster, Lass. Certainly lives up tae th’ name o’ this show in Beautiful Violence!

She looks down at Blackie and nods to herself.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We bae ready tae come tae tha ring, smash our way tae tha ladder an’ then climb tae th’ top where we feckin’ belong tae show ye an’ everyone else tha GMOT isnay jess a clever slogan!

Bruiser nods towards her wife in agreement.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye! Especially after the fuckin’ shite ya’ll pulled at the last show when ya sprayed that awful crap into the eyes o’ my wife! Ya’ll really think that was a smart move, lasses?! Coz before ya’ll just had me pissed off at ya! Now?! Ya’ll got the two o’ us pissed off! And it doesn’t fuckin’ matter who is in that rin’, but whenever ya’ll are in there with two pissed off Shieldmaidens?! Ya’ll ain’t gonna survive!

Psycho points the business end of Blackie into the camera.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: If ye bae comin’ naer me wit tha shite again, ye’ll bae lucky if I dinna make Blackie take up baseball an’ pr’tend yer head bae a nice, jucy ball tae hit!

Bruiser and Psycho both raise their title belts up to the camera and Bruiser points to them.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Take a good hard lon’ look at these belts, lasses! Coz this is the closest ya’ll are gettin’ to havin’ them around those fake tanned waists o’ ya’ll! Gallus fuckin’ Mag are walkin’ in tonight with these belts… and we’ll be fuckin’ leavin’ with ‘em too!

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We’re gonna baet th’ pastic outta ye, lasses, because Hell bae empty…

Bruiser then proceeds to flip her hood up over her head.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And the Maidens are here!

The older Shieldmaiden then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth and the two clink their title belts together before walking off camera as we cut elsewhere.

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PRETTY COMMITTEE

The scene opens up inside the locker room of the Influencers were we see Wrestling's Prettiest Tag Team, Queen Bianca Davis is without her half of the tag team titles after it was forcibly taken from her by the Shield Maidens. The Queen is dressed to the nines in her royalty inspire wrestling gear, her crown placed neatly on her head but she is not in the best of moods as can be seen from her demeanor sitting next to her is none other than the First Class Mean Girl herself Veronica Taylor who was in her wrestling gear. The normally arrogant duo seems to have a much more intense focus on their faces as Queen Bianca, begins to speak in an intense tone but her posh fake British accent is still there.

Queen Bianca Davis: Gallus Magus you know Becca I thought eventually you would get it you know? You could you know be a good tag team partner, I mean how many tag team titles have you held in your career? Hell you’re one-half of the current tag team champions but instead of learning how to properly team build you act like you’re a victim in this? No I am the victim my title was stolen from me and Melinda Rhodes does nothing but make this match between us in Atlantic City of all places ugh! This rat hole is seriously disgusting to think for a city trying to be Las Vegas, it has all the grime but none of the charm. But you know tonight is the night of the Influencers tonight is going to be the night that the Pretty Committee do something we haven't done in a long time its very much overdue and that win tag team title gold.

Veronica nods her head, as she crosses one leg over the other. As she speaks in an intense but very arrogant tone.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh so true it's about time the tag team titles had champions like us see you carried your team to victory after victory, and a successful defense. Becca then threatens your life why? She should be thankful she should have said thank you, Queen Bianca, but no you then steal her belt but really let's be honest those tag team titles, need proper representatives, proper champions and no two hideous looking bikers are not it..

The Pretty Committee snickers at each other, but still maintain the look of intensity toward the camera.

Queen Bianca Davis: Let us break this down for you, this TLC match will your downfall not ours, it will be the moment that the Influencers bring back gold right in front of the entire world. It will be the night that we begin our cleansing of ugly tour and it starts with you two, you two will also kiss the ring when you’re done.

Bianca shows off her massive ring on her cloves hand toward the camera smugly smirking, as she continues on.

Queen Bianca Davis: Make sure you bend the knee properly just like all of my loyal subjects wish they could do. But tonight, the Pretty Committee ascends to the throne as the top team in the SRW Tag Team Divison and our girls the Socialites will be our number one contender and then we will have a match o the century between our teams not that any of you would deserve to see that. Certainly, none of you in Atlantic City deserve to see that. Just like you don’t deserve to see our crowning moment here tonight. For the first time in two years you will here the winner of the match and the new Tag Team Champions Queen Bianca Davis, and Veronica Taylor the Pretty Committee.

Veronica Taylor: Sorry bout it ungrateful basics.

Veronica Taylor, and Bianca Davis blow a kiss toward the camera as the scene then fades to black.

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SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP

TABLES, LADDERS, & CHAIRS MATCH

-GALLUS MAG(C)-VS-PRETTY COMMITTEE-

In this tornado event, it’s all out war and the Pretty Committee are sent packing from the ring by the chair swinging Maguires! Psycho chases Bianca who pushes her valet, Minion, in harms way. The poor sycophant eats a wicked chair shot as a result, which opens Psycho up to getting blasted with perfume in the eyes! Veronica goes under the ring, Bruiser reaching after her and coming up empty. Veronica crawls out on the other end to catch the blinded Psycho from behind with THE ULTRA FABULOUS! Bruiser, looking over the apron, sees this and immediately slides into the ring, rushing and as she slides down, Bianca pulls the apron cover out, trapping her between the apron and the cover where Veronica attacks her with chair shots over and over! Bianca then cracks her in the jaw with a ladder, causing Bruiser to finally go limp and slide to a seat in the apron trap.

Bianca slides the ladder in and starts climbing while Vero starts choking Bruiser with the corded part of the apron cover! Psycho gets to her feet and sees two options, slide in and stop Bianca or save her wife. Getting cheeky, she grabs a chair and after taking aim, she tosses it up at Bianca, nailing her square in the back and halting her halfway up the ladder. She holds her back, crying out in pain and slumping. Veronica stops choking bruiser, turning around right into a series of hard rights and lefts from an advancing Psycho! Vero tries to strike back, Psycho ducking and weaving through the shots only to take her legs, lift her up and slam her spine first into a ring post! Bruiser frees herself from the apron and slides back in, seeing Bianca starting to resume her climb with a wild roar she rushes in and kicks the ladder, sending it teetering over, but Bianca hops off, saving herself! Bruiser moves in and immediately gets kicked between the legs, halting her, followed by THE BEAUTIFUL BOOT!!! Seeing Psycho moving in, Bianca grabs the ladder and whips it at her, knocking Bruiser’s wife off the apron! Bianca then rushes with a charge right at the stunned Bruiser, shoving her through the ropes where the two fly out of the ring and through a pre-set table for a Modest “HOLY SHIT” pop!

On the other end of the ring, Veronica slams Psycho’s face into the Spanish announce table, grabbing one of their tablets and smashing it across her head to keep her out of it long enough to be rolled onto the top. Veronica climbs onto the apron and leaps off, only for Psycho to roll off! Veronica goes through the table with a loud crunch and another pop from the fans!

On the other side of the ring, Bianca is kneeing Bruiser in the face over and over, her dazed foe not in great shape after going through the table. Psycho sees this, slides into the ring and gets a running start. Bianca doesn’t see until it’s too late as Psycho flips over the ropes and crashes into her with a diving Suicide Splash! Psycho helps Bruiser to her feet. They gather Bianca up, size her up and hit TIRANIS, both striking her in the head with a knee and a kick each! The Queen B is out cold! Psycho slides into the ring, sets the ladder up, and starts climbing. Vero rushes into the ring and climbs up behind Psycho, pulling her in and dropping off with THE EXED OUT!!! Psycho is out cold on the canvas! Bruiser rushes into the ring and Vero sprays her in the eyes with perfume, then dropkicks her flat on her back, sending her rolling out of the ring!

The crowd boos, smelling an imminent Pretty Committee victory. Vero climbs to the top and starts trying to work the latch holding the belt but it’s secured tight. Suddenly a shift at the base of the ladder gets her attention. She looks down and a bleary eyed Psycho Maguire is staring back up at her with a smile. She screams, “NONONONONONONONONONO!” as the ladder teeters and then falls over, sending Veronica Taylor flying out of the ring and through another pre-set table! *KRAKUNCHT!*

As she sets the ladder back up, she’s jolted by a taser to the back from Bianca Davis, immediately dropping her rigid body to the canvas in convulsions. Bruiser Maguire climbs onto the apron and Bianca jabs at her with the taser, but the weapon she’s caught at the wrist and pulled in for a MAIDEN DDT TO THE FLOOR!!!!

Bruiser rises up and slides back into the ring. She sets the ladder up once more, climbs to the top and unlatches the belt!

WINNER AND NEW/STILL(?) TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: GALLUS MAG!!!

Spazz: Woah, fuck, they did it!!!

Koss: Gallus Mag are now official the Tag Team Champions.

Spazz: Yous know the Pretty Committee and by extension the Influencers ain't laying down on this shit. They'll be back for more troubles for the tag champs and the Riot Squad that'll be facing them for those belts soon enough.

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SEGMENT

A montage to the tune of White Stripes “Seven Nation Army” plays. It begins in the past with the Lady Terminator stepping through a Galactic Women’s Wrestling arch at a small house event filled with rowdy fans. Her hair is long and blond and the attire she sports is more plain and understated than her present iteration. The next moment shows her in a pitched battle against four other women in a battle royale, namely Juliet Black, Christina Zdunich, Paula Shock, and Bianca Davis. Paula is quickly eliminated, thrown by her throat over the ropes by Ursula. We speed ahead to her standing on the apron, only to be knocked off of the apron by Mrs. Zdunich, but in an impressive display of balance and coordination, Ursula plants her feet firmly on the torso of a downed and disoriented Bianca Davis, saving her from elimination just barely. As Bianca had rolled under and not over the ropes, she was able to survive until the very end where, after every elimination, it was her and Ursula Von Rossbach standing eye to eye. The thrilling battle concludes with Ursula eliminating the future Influencer with her infamous Von Terminator over the ropes.

Ursula’s Voice: No one ever expected me to be champion, not even myself but there I was with gold in hand and no plan beyond winning the gold. Even the old promoter had her doubts.

A flash of the newly crowned GWW Cosmic Champion sitting upon a stone throne, looking upon the belt with a grim expression. We speed ahead to months down the line, as Zoey Madigan-Star faces off against her in a rather epic showdown.

Ursula’s Voice: I was a poor champion, unaccustomed to holding the gold.

Unfortunately for Ursula, in this confrontation her finishing maneuver was escaped and reversed into a victory roll-up pin. Zoey Star stands triumphant in the ring while Ursula looks on with a disappointed expression on her face.

Ursula’s Voice: It was in that moment that I learned what having the gold truly meant and I would spend a long time earning my place back at the table.

Samantha Tolson stands tall with the championship’s second form on her shoulder, the Queen of the South. A now dark haired Ursula stares back at her with venom and hatred in her eyes. A third person enters, C.C.M. who stands between the two.

Ursula’s Voice: It was not Zoey Star, but someone almost as satisfying that I took the gold back from.

The next scene cuts directly to the match where CCM is hanging from a cable with the championship belt in his hand. He wildly screams no over and over as Ursula launches from the top rope position to spear him off of the cable, driving him straight to the mat in brutal fashion. This is followed by her hoisting the belt up once again.

Ursula’s Voice: 434 days was the length of my reign with defense after defense.

Body after body hits the canvas, each a challenger who had tried and failed to take Ursula’s gold. However, juxtaposed between each moment, we see signs of her body breaking down. A bloody brow here, a haggard look there, and a look of pain on her face as she grips her arm after a particularly grueling match.

Ursula’s Voice: My body suffered under the toll of hard work until finally, I lost.

Ursula found herself in a deep armbar at the hands of CCM, unable to break free and forced to tap out. Mr. Millar holds the title up proudly beating his chest as Ursula falls to her knees, cradling her arm. Instantly, everything goes black.

Ursula’s Voice: Loss is inevitable, but defeat has been and always will be a choice.

Emerging from smokey shadows is the Lady Terminator with long, half-shaven black hair, staring ahead with intensity in her eyes and dressed in her finest leather. Her gloved hands are clenched into tight fists, face a cold mask of stone, and posture one of pure aggression.

UVR: I won my very first championship in a battle not unlike this one, only now I face foes who are perhaps a step above in many cases to those I faced four years ago in this promotion when it was under a different name. My opponents are a blowhard who apparently has nerves deader than mine given how little he seems affected by pain and injury, a former Queen of the South, a very talented young veteran who is perhaps the only person in this match who has come closest to securing a victory over me, one hardcore “icon”...

Ursula briefly smirks.

UVR: A Rose by any other name would still be Rose, and Luther Thunder. More bodies and a higher difficulty. I welcome the challenge and when the dust settles and I stand ready to face either Halo or Eric Donovan to reclaim what I had lost, it will be with a smile knowing what I had overcome to get there.

The Lady Terminator tugs at her gloves, flexing her fingers as she adjusts them.

UVR: Power is beauty and I am a beautiful engine of destruction…

Fade to black.

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HARDCORE PURIFICATION CHAMPIONSHIP

VIP RULES MATCH

-VANCE ISAAC PARKER(C)-VS-GRIFFIN HAWKINS-

Griffin Hawkins stands at the ready as VIP never came out when called. The Jukebox Hero is irate, wanting to know where VIP is when suddenly “FOR THE GLORY” by All Good Things plays over the P/A system. A 6’ 5” and 380 lbs. monster of a human being runs down to the ring, sliding under the ropes. Griffin turns right into a wicked clothesline that nearly turns him inside out. He fights to get up, disoriented but fighting back. He trades shots with a monster that doesn’t even seem to feel them. Griff’s arm gets caught and he’s sent for an Irish Whip. Rebound into a SHOT IN THE DARK-NO, the big man dodges to the side and violently knees him in the groin, then whips him up and delivers him violently to the canvas with a wicked Crucifix Throw that leaves Hawkins out cold on his back! The Referee is already ruling for a no contest!

MATCH RESULT: NO CONTEST DUE TO OUTSIDE INTERFERENCE!

The big, blond haired and super tanned bodybuilder in jeans and gold chains grabs a microphone.

Man: YOU REMEMBER ME, DON’TCHA’ GRIFF?! IT’S BRUCE RAGE! KING OF THE BROS! You want my Bro, Vance? YOU GOTTA’ GET THROUGH ME!!!

He throws the microphone down and flexes his rippling, powerful physique to the crowd while roaring, “KING OF THE BRRRRRROOOOOOOS!”

Spazz: Who let that big fuckin' monkey in here?

Koss: That Bruce Rage of Bro Code fame. He's actually a decorated tag team champion who has history with Griffin Hawkins in another company!

Spazz: Why's everyone bring their bullshit over here to SRW?

Koss: Because Southern Rebellion Wrestling is where grudges get settled where other places simply can't handle it!

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SEGMENT

Kate Steele could be seen walking backstage. The focus is definitely in her eyes. She stops at catering as the cameras pan in on her face. She takes a sip from a bottle of water as she looks right at camera.

Kate: Bloody fucking hell. It looks like tonight is definitely going to be beautifully violent. We have an amazing jam packed Pay Per View and so much is on the line. However there is only one match that I care about. There is only one thing that is clearly on my mind and that’s walking into this match with Coda and walking out as the Ultimate Conquest Champion. It’s the only thing I want and it feels so long since I held the title before losing it in a fatal four way match to Luther Thunder.

Kate nods her head as she continues to speak.

Kate: First thing is first. I just want to give a huge shout out to Coda because you definitely went out there and you earned that championship. It’s no secret that Luther Thunder was an amazing champion. However you managed to beat him in that Inferno match and that’s amazing. He was a dominant champion and I can sit here and try everything in my power to bury you but what would be the point. When you go out there and beat such a dominant champion you get nothing but respect so kudos to get…

Kate smirks as she speaks some more.

Kate: However what I do have an issue with is since this match was made you barely said anything about it. I don’t know if this match is all that important to you or if you think this is going to be a walk in the park. You SHOULD be taking this very seriously. I know you have a very high tolerance to pain and you really don’t experience pain as much as others do but I have my eyes on that Conquest Championship. I am currently on a role this year and I feel things falling right into place. In one company I will be fighting for their mid card championship, in Zion I just won the You Tube Championship, and tonight I have the chance to win the Conquest Championship. I plan to walk away as a champ champ. I want to hold multiple titles and I want to experience why I am one of the best workhorses in wrestling today.

Kate takes a breath as she speaks some.

Kate: This match happens to be my biggest specialty as in my mind I am the best damn submission based wrestler in all of wrestling today. There are so many ways that I could end this for you tonight. Perhaps I could lock on my Siren’s Song and choke you the bloody fuck out, or perhaps I could take your arm with my Shipwrecked. Whatever it is you can tap or feel a snap. I can also lock it in deep and put you to sleep. It’s truly your call but don’t let that level of high tolerance be your undoing. It’s sometimes better off to save yourself for another day.

Kate nods her head as she continues to speak.

Kate: I have been in this situation so many times. I held the Conquest Championship for a long time and I damn sure was one of the longest reigning Hardcore Champions in this company’s history. However I do believe that Melinda brought up an important fact a while ago. Although I did have lengthy reigns which were impressive she wants her champions to stand up. She wants them to showcase why the fuck they are champions and truly raise the level of the competition to the max. I honestly didn’t get that concept until I was sitting at home without my Hardcore Championship. It made me ponder of all the things I could have done differently. Now that I have this chance I could feel well do so much more to stand out and I will be that public voice who will elevate a company and an entire division.

Kate looks right into the camera.

Kate: That means you are currently in my way Coda and I am going to do everything in my power to prove that I can handle that responsibility of being champion. This is the era of Kate Steele and I suggest you get the fuck out of my way. it’s time to take the title and my spot. Tonight you step into my world. How will you fare against a woman who is dangerous at submissions…. I highly doubt you are ready for what I am willing to do. Best of luck you will definitely need it luv… Cheers…

With that Kate cracks an evil grin as we fade out on her.

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ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP

SUBMISSION MATCH

-CODA(C)-VS-KATE STEELE-

The moment the bell rings, Kate wastes no time and blasts Coda with a wicked running elbow, followed by a release tiger suplex! Coda fights to her feet and is immediately drilled to the canvas with a wicked FLOATOVER NECKBREAKER!!! Once again, Coda gets up and Kate hits her with a running knee followed by a Tornado DDT and holds her in a guillotine choke on impact! Coda gets a foot in the rope, breaking up the submission attempt! Getting back to their feet, Coda reverses a facebuster into a jawbreaker, followed by a facebreaker knee smash! Kate pops up and flops into the ropes Coda rushes toward her and is shoulder up and over, but Coda grabs the ropes and lands on the apron, cracking Kate in the back of the head with an elbow, then locks on THE OVERTURE over the rope! Kate cries out in agony as her arm is hyperextended with Coda’s full body weight. A count of five has the referee forcing the break of the hold. Kate staggers away, holding her arm as Coda reenters the ring. She then goes for THE CRESCENDO-NO! Kate escapes, shoving Coda off! Coda lands on one knee and rushes in with the SYMPHONIC ELBOW-NO! Kate ducks, catches her and hits THE PUNK DRIVER, straight into a rear naked choke, but CODA IS OUT COLD!!!! The Ref lifts her arm once... twice... three times... and it falls limp!

WINNER AND NEW ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: KATE STEELE!!

Spazz: CODA GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!!

Koss: I think the referee could have called it at that point, but never the less, via TKO-Submission, Kate Steele is the new Ultimate Conquest Champion!

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SEGMENT(S)

RISA JACKSON

The cameraman rounds the corner, and a pair of hands suddenly grab both sides of the lense, turning it and pulling down a bit to show the Cosmic Swan Risa Jackson, grinning from ear to ear. Catering can be heard in the background as superstars and staff mill about, but the Diminutive Dynamo doesn't seem affected in the slightest.

"Sorry about grabbing ya like that Jeff!"

A hand comes into frame, waving it off and giving the thumbs up before making a circular motion as if to tell the Japanese star to resume. She smiles and nods.

"Hai! Arigato! Anyway!"

Risa's clearly fit to burst from excitement, her eyes shining as she begins to speak.

"Tonight I'm gonna be in an over the top rope battle royal to determine the number one contender to the Queen of the South championship! I'm super duper excited, even if the deck looks TOTALLY stacked against me."

Risa high fives Griffin as Hawkins makes his way to catering. She turns back to the camera.

"I'm easily the smallest person in this match by fifty pounds, and probably 3" in height. I didn't weigh and measure each person, so you know what I mean. Here's the skinny. I respect everyone of my opponents, but I'm gonna talk about three of them specifically because, no offense to anyone else, I think they'll be the biggest hurdles to overcome."

Risa holds up a finger.

"Sam Tolson. Multiple time world champion. Her abs have abs. I'm pretty sure if she could get her arms around a buffalo, she could suplex it."

The Cosmic Swan giggles, holding up a second finger.

"Luther Thunder. Talk about a big fella! Pretty sure he drinks a protein shake every morning that weighs more than I do, and if he really wanted to, could drive me into the mat like a railroad spike with one good swing. Like a really painful Looney Tune!"

Risa holds up a third finger, and she squeals, unable to hold back her excitement anymore.

"My friend Ursula Von Rossbach! We fought not too long ago one on one when I turned in my Epoch briefcase for a match of my choosing. She won, but man was it a good match. She even told me so after it was over! I've been itching to get back into the ring with her ever since, even if she could grab me by a wrist and ankle and throw me like a frisbee into the third row!"

Saito-Jackson nods, tapping her chin, the feathers on the top of her mask kind of swaying back and forth a bit.

"So what's my strategy. I bet that's what you wanna know, right Jeff?"

The camera bobs up and down, nodding.

"Okay! It's not like it's a secret, so here goes. Now, I'm not bragging here, but everyone in this match? None of them hold a candle to me when it comes to speed, I've got more heart in my body than UVR, Sam, and Luthor have muscles combined, and I can kick people in the leg REALLY hard."

The Cosmic Swan laughs, waving as someone from the ring crew walks buy and says something to her in Japanese.

"So my plan is this. Strike when I get an opening. I just gotta cut em down like trees, and my legs are the axes! Luther and Sam are basically oak trees, I know, and Urs is like what an ironwood tree would be like, but mixed with a redwood. It's not going to be easy, but I won't give up. I've waited too long for a legitimate opportunity at a World Title, and I am NOT letting this one slip away. I hope not just those three, but everyone else in this match is ready for me, and if you're looking past me because of all the other huge competitors in this match, do so at your own risk!"

She grins, nods, and strikes her old Super Tiger pose before spinning around and dropping to a knee one arm fully extended at an angle behind her, the other in front of her and bent at the elbow. She places her face in the crook of her bent arm before looking back up at the camera.

"COSMIC SWAN RESU! GO!!!"

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LUTHER THUNDER

We are backstage at the world renown Hard Rock Hotel And Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Everything looks just like you would expect it to, imagine Vegas then put it on a budget below Reno and fill it up with all that New Jersey is known and loved for. What we see in this rather plain hotel room, almost ascetic in comparison to most is the curtains drawn in front of the window, the ceiling light giving everything a borderline seepia glimmer. Then of course there were the soft footsteps on the fitted wall to wall carpet. A massive frame clad in denim and leather, pulling out a chair before sitting down. Luther Thunder with a worn leatherjacket, ripped up pair of faded jeans and dirty boots, and the obligatory promotional t-shirt promoting Southern Rebellion Wrestling’s Beautiful Violence PPV. The big man sits in the chair looking surprisingly relaxed before speaking up.

LUTHER THUNDER: Ah, good ol’ AC I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again a lesser man could develop an addiction going between here and Reno Nevada as often as I seem to, of course most events for SRW are in Georgia and I’ve grown accustomed to that too so many of my roads if not all lead to Rome, even if it is in the great state of Georgia instead of Europe. Now for those of you who have no idea just who I am, my name is Luther Thunder and even if everyone seems to make claims to be this and that. I am a pretty important part of Southern Rebellion Wrestling’s roster, why? Well for one I was the first man ever signed to this company’s talent pool and I am still here, sure I am not the only one there have been champions who have come and gone but me? I’ve stayed here and despite people trying to rid the place of me, I have been a champion, been a main eventer and somehow much to the chagrin of my “haters” I just seem to pop up again and again usually when they least expect it.

He flashes a sly little smirk before going on.

LUTHER THUNDER: Now that we got the introductions out of the way let us get down to business shall we, the business being the #1 CONTENDERSHIP for KING/Queen Of The South Championship. The keenest observes of you may remember a little something and ask “but Luther weren’t you just in a match for the #1 contendership for that position?” Yes, Yes I was against Eric Donavan the very man who is challenging HALO for that said championship in the MAIN EVENT of Beautiful Violence in a Three Stages Of Hell match. Now while I wish my pal Eric the best of luck for his match against HALO I have a match of my own that could be well within the rights of considered a Main Event in most places just by the list of champions, legends and outstanding wrestlers involved alone. I mean where else than SRW would you see an Over The Top Eliminaton Battle Royale with Ursula Von Rossbach, Samantha Tolson, Risa Jackson, Kendrick Kross, Rose, Juliet Black ..and of course myself? Nowhere, that’s why AC is the place to be. I am not here to run down a laundry list of accomplishments of these fine competitors because they will more than likely be happy to clue you in yourselves should you not feel like going on a online search for their history. Anyone who has seen my past videos about Atlantic City already knows my stance on gambling and addictions and this place as a whole, I am not going to recap it go and search that if you are so inclined, or don’t I doubt most of you aren’t here for my personal thoughts to begin with are you?

He takes off his jacket and we see the ripped off sleeves of the shirt along with some of the chiseled build of the Dutchman who neatly folds his jacket on the bed before continuing.

LUTHER THUNDER: I’ve been in this business for quite a while. My career, even if not the longest I’ve encountered, seems like a lifetime in comparison to some of the people I come across these days. Maybe there’s something in the water, maybe people figure there are easier ways to make a living or maybe wrestling just isn’t the dream it used to be. I wouldn’t know, I grew up in this and while I can’t say it was something I always dreamed of or was destined for I did find fitting into the world of wrestling a lot easier than I imagined, you see in a past life I could have worked in a place just like this hard rock hotel, here or somewhere else. I worked in the field that would probably be called security these days or something even fancier but back then that was just simply bouncing at the door and without going into details I can tell you I’ve bounced a fair bit of people during my years even since I left the door. However there seems to be this lingering assumption especially amongst my opponents that I am some knuckle-dragging neanderthal who can barely multiply without taking his shoes off. So when I get signed into a match such as this I love to see and hear just what my opponents have to say. Who talks up and down their resume, who posts intimidating pictures or distractions from the pools and gyms and who just stays silent. There all kinds of contenders and while I can’t fault anyone for being lowkey on social media since I’m not a social butterfly myself, it always makes me arch a brow when people stay quiet. It adds a certain suspense to the air: are they plotting for something putting on a front or maybe just maybe not even caring about their commitments.

His smirk twitches at the camera.

LUTHER THUNDER: There’s been plenty said about me in past and current places of employment, good and bad with everything in between but not once dare I say never has anyone accused me of not being dedicated to my craft committed to my contractual obligations. Every time I’ve been advertised, every single solitary show that had my name on it had me there and just because I haven’t been judged of that yet does not mean it still wouldn’t happen. So win or lose I am what most promoters would consider a safe bet to have on the roster. No one regardless of how they felt towards me personally never has seen the need to fire me either. Think of that I’ve been part of this business for 15 years this year. I am not the type to throw those figures out willy-nilly or toot my own horn since I see more than enough people do it already, I am a honest and modest kind of man, humble to a fault even. So when I see this cavalcade of contenders listed alongside my own name, I feel a sense of pride. Pride in who I am and what I have accomplished because every year longer you spend in this business the likelihood of chances for championships or winning them seem to grow smaller yet somehow this big Dutch bastard as I was fondly called in a now gone company seems to find his way not just to championship shots but championships as well even here in SRW so I’d wager that someone up there in the office thinks I am worthy enough for a shot, despite just losing a match to our Irish Dragon. Sure we have people like UVR a dear close pal of mine who has already been a Queen Of The South Champion and Samantha Tolson also a former Queen Of The South Champion and clearly crowd favourite wherever she goes and all credit where credit is due ladies but I refuse to overlook Kendrick Kross a legend of the industry or Risa Jackson a eight year veteran or Rose in this match just because of that or Juliet Black, who I’ve been to hell and back no I most definitely will not be overlooking any of them as much respect as I have for the pair of you.


Luther leans back on the chair and we hear the wood creak under his frame as he smiles politely.

LUTHER THUNDER: That’s the funny thing about championships some carry their record sheets and championship lists on their sleeve and will whip them out shamelessly at any time and any place just to prove their worth. There are champions who take pride in going against any and all comers, there are those who push themselves past their limits and end up being injured and sit out fights. The tricky thing with a championship is not winning it. Anyone can win a championship at any given night in this wonderful business but the trick is keeping that championship. All you need is one little thing to go wrong, a jealous competitor, disgruntled former champion, a freak accident and you could lose the championship you worked months if not years for without defending it once. That is something very few consider just like people who have held the same title multiple times forget that they had to lost the title first before being able to reclaim it for another reign. I’ve won and lost championships on all levels of this profession and I have to be honest with you, I couldn’t tell you how many I have had, not because I couldn’t count that high, no I just don’t care for such statistics as much as some. I’ve stayed relatively healthy avoiding any major injuries so far, I’ve caused a few to others sure but not like I keep a scrapbook handy of those either. I did what needed to be done. The reason I am bringing this up now is so many in this match seem to assume that they deserve this contendership, that they have earned it and I doubt any of us is going into this match not thinking that we deserve the contendership let alone someone going “you know I think you are right you DO deserve to win the contendership let me help you” Oh no, that isn’t happening, you have to be somewhat selfish to be successful in this business sad as it is.

Leaning forward we see Luther put his palms together as he looks into the camera.

LUTHER THUNDER: So when we go to this match, all these great people together I do hope you realize that your years in the business, your fans, championships accolades and everything else you have outside the ring that could impress someone, ceases to exist. In a match such as this all you need is one mistake, one wrong move, all you have to do is be a little late just one time and it may just be the end for you. People may join in unlikely alliances, shocks and surprises could happen, nothing is certain and a whole lot is permitted. At the end of the match only one of us will be the #1 Contender and whoever wins between Irish Dragon and HALO is going to be waiting for them. I may have just lost a contendership most recently out of all of us but do you think I would do it again, think what I’m prepared to do to secure that contendership, to make sure that I will not lose it again. You can all talk about how much you want, need, deserve and desire this contendership but I may just be the only one who is ready to go the distance to make sure I don’t lose this one. So when so many of you are already dreaming of the championship match. I am preparing myself to end those dreams before you even get a chance. Oh and before you come at me with the torches and the pitchforks it isn’t anything personal. I respect you all and I support your dreams of continued success but I just don’t appreciate anyone trying to make a name for themselves at my expense. So mark the date down folks March 11th 2022 at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey history will be made one way or another and I don’t give a damn what happens in the Main Event, I am not gambling on my future in this business..

Without a word he gets up, walks off and we cut to the next match.

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KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH NO.1 CONTENDERSHIP

OVER THE TOP ELIMINATION BATTLE ROYALE

-KENDRICK KROSS-VS-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-RISA JACKSON-VS-JULIET BLACK-VS-ROSE-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-

Seven enter and the group splits, Tolson and Rose go after Ursula while the rest swarm Luther Thunder. Both powerhouses are locked up in opposing corners. Luther explodes, sending all but Kendrick Kross back, who answers with several swift kicks to the legs until a hand finds his throat and Luther, summoning all of his rage HURLS Kendrick Kross out of the ring like a ragdoll!

KENDRICK KROSS ELIMINATED

Kendrick throws an angry fit outside the ring. Meanwhile Juliet and Risa are on their feet only to both get double clotheslined by the monster. Across the ring, Ursula hooks her arms into the ropes, kicking and fighting against both Rose and Tolson, nearly about to dump her out of the ring! Luther starts walking over to assist only to get hit in the back of the head with a hard sucker punch. He turns and BARE KNUCKLE GLAM from Black sends him staggering into the ropes. Juliet rushes in and Luther shoulders her up and over the ropes! Juliet saves herself from elimination only for Risa Jackson to surprise from out of nowhere with a dropkick just over a kneeling Luther to send her flying to the floor!

JULIET BLACK ELIMINATED

As Risa turns her attention to an offensive on Luther, Ursula boots Tolson hard enough to shove her back, then elbows Rose hard enough to force her to let go. Ursula touches back down with the canvas and immediately goes on an all-out offensive against Rose. Rose weathers the storm and comes back with her patented PLANT THEM slam! As she gets up, she happens to be near the ropes where Samantha Tolson rushes in with a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX over the ropes, sending Rose to the outside!

ROSE ELIMINATED

Ursula rises with a hard glare in her eye at Tolson. As the match progresses, the Tron comes on with a sound of crackling and popping, before red smoke fills the screen. Through an obvious voice recorder, we hear…

“Psst, over here. Hey, Protected One? Does the world know that your heart is weaker than that reconstructed elbow? I see you, Ursula, but you don’t see me. It’s best this way for now. Carry on as you’ve been doing, just know one thing. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon… I’m coming to collect. Bye now.”

Just before the Tron goes to black, a figure in a bloodied Ursula mask leans in and laughs. This nearly costs her the match as Luther Thunder rushes in with a wicked Lariat. Ursula barely ducks the attack and hits Samantha Tolson with a SPEAR! The blow nearly knocks the wind out of Tolson. Gasping for breath, Ursula yanks her up by the arm. Tolson immediately pulls her in for an EXPLODER SUPLEX OVER THE ROPES! Ursula grabs the ropes and holds on for dear life. Tolson kicks Ursula over and over, trying to force her to let go when Risa Jackson rushes in with a running Pele Kick to Tolson, spinning her around and allowing Ursula to grab her from behind, lifting her up in a rear double Chicken hold. Turning, she launches Tolson to the outside via THE VON TERMINATOR. Ursula smiles down at her rocked foe on the floor.

SAMANTHA TOLSON ELIMINATED

As Ursula re-enters, Risa hits a running dropkick square into Ursula’s shoulder, rocking her nearly off the apron and hooked by one arm. Luther Thunder promptly moves in, catching Risa from behind with SPINNING SPINEBUSTER! Risa arches her back and then goes limp on impact. As Ursula pulls herself up, Luther rushes in with a wicked THUNDERSTRUCK KICK to the head, finally driving the former champion off the apron and to the floor!

URSULA VON ROSSBACH ELIMINATED

Luther howls in triumph, beating his chest and shouting out “THAT’S RIGHT! WHO’S THE MAN?!” Luther turns towards the slow rising, stunned Risa, yanking her up by the straps of her top and slinging her to the nearby ropes. He then hoists her up on his shoulders to send her flying over, but she slides off of his head and rolls down his back, back kicking him square int he ass and sending him against the ropes. He turns right into a Shotgun Dropkick to the chest that sends him halfway through the ropes! He recovers quickly and goes for a running clothesline but Risa instead locks on her deadly POWER BREAK Tilt-A-Whirl cross armbreaker! He snarls in pain as she violently wrenches his arm. He brings his arms together, hoists her up and drapes her over the ropes. This makes the hold worse for him but puts her at risk of elimination! He raises her up again looking to shake her off, but she then releases the hold, flipping off his shoulder and behind him to grab his legs. She hoists him with great effort up and over, but Luther grabs the ropes, landing on the Apron. Thinking fast, Risa rolls out onto the apron and quickly ducks a back hand attempt that leaves him off balance. She goes in, slides behind him, hooks her arms around his waist and in an amazing feat, hoists him up and plants him on the apron with GO THE F*CK TO SLEEP! The impact is jarring enough that he can’t recover, rolling off and to the floor! Risa lays on the apron, panting for breath an absolutely spent after such an incredible feat of strength for her tiny frame!

LUTHER THUNDER ELIMINATED

WINNER & NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR QoTS: RISA JACKSON!!!

Koss: Risa Jackson taking the win in spectacular fashion!

Spazz: How the fuck she lift that big motherfucker like that and dump him on the apron? Luther's fucking HUGE son!

Koss: Adrenaline is one hell of a drug, Spazz! 

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SEGMENT

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The camera opens upon the SRW Queen of the South Champion, Halo, standing outside the arena next to what looks like almost a fleet of motorcycles.

Halo: It wasn;’t so long ago that I spent all of my time wondering what I had done wrong. I was left off of so many cards, seemingly forgotten about. It was like without my wife around to piss everybody off by opening her mouth and seemingly to all of them removing all doubt, nobody wanted to bother even bringing up my name.

She pauses, nodding to herself.

Halo: I allowed myself to fall into the abyss of “and other attractions” or “and other competitors.” I wasn’t listed, I wasn’t on the posters and I wasn’t on the shows.

She shrugs.

Halo: Hell, I was barely let in the building. Y’all should see the looks I’d get walkin’ up and the guy at the door was like, “Whatcha doin’ here, y’all ain’t booked.”

Looking up, Halo allows her eyes do the work for her.

Halo: But I showed up every fuckin’ time.

She points almost explosively to the ground.

Halo: I was here every goddamn show, takin’ everything in and watchin’ for an openin’ to come my way. I had faith that it would come and when it did , you’re fuckin’ righht I was ready!

She nods, raising a single finger up.

Halo: First, I made sure everybody knew I was still here. That had been my mistake that I let you all forget me and I will be damned if I ever let that happen again!

A second finger joins its brother.

Halo: Then I saw Eric Donavan was comin’ to SRW and I made sure I was volunteered as tribute to be his welcomin’ committee!

She points to herself.

Halo: I wanted that honor, I wanted that test and I wanted to know where I stood with a man who was basically the reason I was even in this damn sport! He was the one who started the company that was attached to the school that got my sister in the door. He was the one who worked it out so he could find a way to pay for it when she didn’t have any money of her own! He was the one who put her tag team on television and gave them the opportunity to work their way up to being champions! If he doesn’t do all of that, I never meet my ex-boyfriend and I never meet my wife and if that never happens, I never follow all of them into being a competitor myself!

She nods pointedly to the camera.

Halo: Eric Donavan is the direct reason for me being who I am today.

Her hand rises again to wave off any confusion.

Halo: But the connection goes even deeper with him and my family. It was eleven years ago that a man called Robbie Priest met Eric Donavan in a company called New Era Wrestling. Alongside Robbie was his wife, a yellow wrestler called Storm. Storm’s name is Alexi Zdunich and he and her husband helped train somebody you all here in SRW are very familiar with as she’s been half the Southern Cross Champions twice in Zenna Zdunich. Eric Donavan and Robbie Priest were stablemates in a group called White Noise and were both world champions there in New Era and they have been good friends ever since. Robbie and Alexi even named one of their sons after Mister Donavan.

She nods.

Halo: So, yeah, my family and Eric Donavan go way back and that was why I wanted so badly to step in the ring with him here. We got that match at Epoch 3 in January and it was everything I hoped it would be and more!

Her right hand rises up, balled into a fist.

Halo: I stepped into the ring with a man who needs no introduction but deserves the biggest and best one anybody could give him and on that night, in that match, in that ring, I got him! I hit the Black 13 and I pinned his shoulders to the mat for the one, two, three.

She holds the fist in place.

Halo: Then I stepped into the ring with CCM and I knocked him the fuck off his throne!

She reaches down and picks up the SRW Queen of the South Championship Belt for the world to see.

Halo: I took his arm, ripped it off and used it to pat him on the ass while pattin’ myself on the back as I sent him off without his damn supper, without his damn victory and without his fuckin’ championship. I took this crown from him and now I’m the one defending the throne!

Halo tosses the belt over her shoulder and glares into the camera.

Halo: And now my first defense is a three stages of hell match against Eric By God Donavan!

Inhaling sharply, Halo’s expression hovers somewhere between excitement and resolve.

Halo: It’s time I proved to the world why I’m standing here. It's time I proved to the world why I’m holding this championship and why I’m where I am!

She laps the belt on her shoulder.

Halo: I owe it to Eric Donavan to walk into that ring and show him that last time wasn’t just some young girl getting one lucky kick at the right time! I owe it to him to walk to that ring, to be that fuckin’ Queen and show him why I’m wearing the patch on my chest that ay VP on it!

She pauses to wag her finger both at the camera and herself.

Halo: But I don’t just owe it to him and to the Maidens.

She shakes her head.

Halo: No, I owe it to me. I owe it to my sister. I owe it to my Maidens sisters and I owe it to everyone who has ever watched and believed in me! I owe it to everyone to walk down into that ring, stare the Dragon in the face and DARE him to burn me down like he has everyone else!

The camera zooms in on her so that only her face is visible.

Halo: Eric, we’ve both done our time in hell. This should be right at home to us and I know what you’re bringin’ to the table. This is my trial by fire. This is my crucible and you are the one who is gonna burn everything away, all the impurities, all the irrelevancies, all the bullshit away until we are left with nothing but the truth about who is the fuckin’ monarch of this kingdom! So light it up, Mister Dragon because we need this to be a big one and we need there to be no doubt at the end about who the truth is for all time!

Halo walks off as the camera fades elsewhere.

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MAIN EVENT

KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP

THREE STAGES OF HELL

Best two out of three pins/submissions.

Stipulations randomly change on pinfall/submission

-HALO(C)-VS-ERIC DONOVAN-

ROUND 1 - STANDARD SINGLES MATCH - FIGHT!!!!
Halo wastes zero time, crossing the ring and coming at Eric Donovan with a running BLACK-13 out of the gate, but Donovan side steps the flying claymore kick, shoving her aside in the process. Halo lands rolls to her feet and gets a hard kick to the chest that sends her into a backroll onto her knees a few feet away. He answers in kind, snapping off THE DRAGON FANG, but Halo bends backwards in a prostrated pose to dodge, then whips up, rolling to one side and taking out Donovan’s balancing leg, sending him falling into the ropes! As he pushes up, she hits a running leg guillotine that rams his throat into the ropes, causing him to choke and spittle as she slides off of him. He rolls to a seat, clutching at his throat as Halo hits a running low orbit dropkick right to the side of the big man’s head, rolling him onto all fours!

Halo immediately follows up with a Curb stomp, but Donovan rises just as her foot connects and he ends up flinging her high up and catching her on his shoulders for a wicked Death Valley Driver! On impact he makes the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-KICKOUT JUST BARELY!

The champ is disoriented by alive as Donovan hurls her into a corner, where she falls to a seat. He then hits a running Face Wash with his boot before taking her by the arm and pulling her up right into a standing Short Arm Clothesline! He pulls her up and goes for the IRISH HANGOVER PILEDRIVER-NO! Halo reverses him into a sunset pin! He claps her ears with his boots and rolls to his feet. Roundhouse kick follow up evaded with Halo hitting a dropkick to stagger him. He comes back with a wild swing and she takes his arm, trips the leg and locks him deep into HALO’S ON FIRE!!!! Donovan decides to give up the point rather than damage his arm further with a fast tap out!

HALO 1 - DONOVAN - 0

*DING DING DING*

The hold is broken up and both are on their feet. Eric gives Halo a nod, who smiles back in cocky fashion at the Irish Dragon. A video plays on the jumbotron, showing a wheel spinning with various match types. It lands on Tables!

ROUND 2 - TABLES MATCH - FIGHT!!!!

Eric wastes no time lunging at Halo, scooping her up and hurling her over the ropes to the floor in a heap! The Dragon slides out of the ring after her and as she rises, he hits his Irish Lariat to keep her down! There he slides a table out from the ring and props it up at an angle against the apron. He then gathers Halo up onto his shoulders for a big powerbomb, but she flips off of him, lands behind him and kicks him square in the back, draping him on the table. He rolls over and sees her rushing at him, but quickly side-steps, letting Halo eat the table, but it doesn’t break! She lands on the floor holding her ankle and snarling in pain. The Champ gets up with a limp but doesn’t remain upright long as THE DRAGON FANG CONNECTS! Halo falls to her knees and slumps over. Donovan then hoists her up by the arms and BLACK DRAGON SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!

HALO 1 - DONOVAN - 1

*DING DING DING*

Eric rises, cracking his neck a bit and looks up to see the wheel spinning on the big screen once more. It lands firmly on Hardcore Match. He sneers and shakes his head, then walks over to the very slow to recover Halo.

ROUND 3 - HARDCORE FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH - FIGHT!!!!

Deciding to finish it in the ring, Eric rolls Halo into the ring and promptly pins her right there! ONE!!! TWO!!!! TTTHHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!

Donovan smiles, seeing the fight still in her and starts to pull her up only for his eyes to widen in surprise as he finds himself pulled into a small package pin! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHHRRRRRE-NO KICKOUT!!!

Halo rolls out of the ring, clutching her arm as if injured, dropping to one knee at the apron. Donovan backs up and runs towards the outside of the ring, failing to notice her hand going under the apron. He leaps through the middle ropes and *FWHACK* goes head first into a steel chair, leaving him hung up in the ropes! There Halo goes to town, just whaling over and over on the back, head, and anywhere else she can hit on Eric before he finally, mercifully falls from his hooked, hanging predicament in the ropes!

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!” Halo roars at Donovan as he fights to get up, throwing the chair down, booting him in the gut and doing for a DDT, but he shoves her off, boots her in the gut, and HELLSPIKE-NO! Halo breaks free while taking his arm and whipping him to the Time Keeper’s table. He reverses the whip, sending her instead up and over the ring barricade and into the crowd. From there the two brawl through the crowd, the fans cheering them on. Halo surprisingly staggers Donovan at one point, sending him stumbling back towards the barricade. A fan wearing a Shield Maidens shirt drops on all fours and says “USE ME HALO!” She shrugs, obliging by running, leaping onto his back and springboarding off for a flying clothesline that brings both competitors back into ringside!

On the other side, she goes to whip Donovan again and gets reversed and sent into the ringsteps hard enough to dislodge them! He gathers her up and slams her face right into the top step, keeping her stunned. He gathers her up and then hits BURNING VENOM, cracking the back of her head on his knee while her lower back slams into the steps. She’s instantly out cold! He stares down at her for several seconds, panting hard, when suddenly a large framed man wearing sweats and a hoodie to obscure his face jumps the barricade with a lead pipe! The sounds of the fans gets Donovan’s attention and he turns, narrowly ducking the lead pipe swing. He cracks the fan hard enough to whip the hood back to reveal LUTHER THUNDER! The two duke it out viciously with thunderous blows until Luther kicks Eric square in the nuts and then DDT’s him right on the steel chair left by Halo in that very spot earlier! He flips Donovan over, then gathers the unconscious Halo and drags her over Eric, demanding the referee count now!

ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRRRRREE!!!

*DING DING DING*

HALO 2 - DONOVAN - 1

WINNER AND STILL QoTS CHAMPION: HALO!!!

Luther shouts down at Eric’s stirring form, “IT’S NOT OVER, ERIC! NOT BY A LONG SHOT! I’LL BEAT YOU, RISA, AND ANYONE ELSE TO GET MY SHOT!!!!”

He then promptly heads straight to the back, leaving the ring attendants and EMT’s to clean up at ringside.

Koss: Not like this, Luther! Not like this at all!

Spazz: It was such a great fuckin' match too! Halo was fighting like a bitch three times her size and The Dragon was giving as good as he got!

Koss: Luther Thunder, you despicable bastard. I can't wait to watch Eric Donovan just knock your head clean off the part where your traps and neck are fused together.

Spazz: Dude, that motherfucker might here you and come over here to play a game of beating you with your own spine!

Koss: That's all the time we have. Thank you for watching Southern Rebellion Wrestling's BEAUTIFUL VIOLENCE! Take care, and good night!

*Cue the Credits*

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CREDITS

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-SIERRA SILVER-VS-DOKUEKI-

ULTIMATE CONQUEST NO.1 CONTENDERSHIP

FATAL FOURWAY TABLES MATCH

-CHRISTINA ZDUNICH-VS-ISA STORM-VS-AZURINE VEBBINS-VS-KILLER CARBAJAL-

SOUTHERN CROSS TAG CHAMPIONSHIP NO.1 CONTENDERSHIP

TAG TEAM FATAL FOURWAY

-SOCIALITES-VS-SKILLZ VENDORZ-VS-RIOT SQUAD-VS-WILDSIDE-

SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP

TABLES, LADDERS, & CHAIRS MATCH

-GALLUS MAG(C)-VS-PRETTY COMMITTEE-

HARDCORE PURIFICATION CHAMPIONSHIP

VIP RULES MATCH

-VANCE ISAAC PARKER(C)-VS-GRIFFIN HAWKINS-

NO CONTEST DUE TO OUTSIDE INTERFERENCE

ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP

SUBMISSION MATCH

-CODA(C)-VS-KATE STEELE-

KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH NO.1 CONTENDERSHIP

OVER THE TOP ELIMINATION BATTLE ROYALE

-KENDRICK KROSS-VS-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-RISA JACKSON-VS-JULIET BLACK-VS-ROSE-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-

MAIN EVENT

KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP

THREE STAGES OF HELL

Best two out of three pins/submissions.

Stipulations randomly change on pinfall/submission

-HALO(C)-VS-ERIC DONOVAN-