Post by Melinda Rhodes on Apr 26, 2022 18:32:06 GMT -7
INTRO
Asking Alexandra’s “THE VIOLENCE” plays over the PA system as pyro explodes to open the show up! Highlight reels play of all the SRW Wrestlers, past events, and so on play in perfect harmony with the music. The fans hold up their signs with pride, some of them even having a little glitter and effort thrown into them!
“I CAME HERE FOR HALO!”
“COSMIC SWAN IS BAE!”
“RHODES KILL 4 LIFE!”
“VERY IDIOTIC PRICK! VIP!”
“URSULA IS MY MOMMY!”
“I’M LUTHER THUNDERSTRUCK!”
Then a familiar female figure steps out on the stage, silhouette in light and holding a microphone up over her head. Slowly she lowers the microphone to her lips….
Jenny Beck: DIDJA MISS ME!!!
The lights die down to reveal that it is, in fact, a winking Jenny Beck in studded rocker leathers and wicked smile on her face.
Spazz: HOLY SHIT JENNY BECK IN THA’ BUILDING YO!!!
Koss: YOU HAVE BEEN MISS BECKS!!!
Jenny rushes down to ringside, hoping over the apron and sliding across the canvas to roll right to her feet.
Jenny Beck: SOUTHERN REBELLIONITES MAKE SOME NOISE!!! THIS… IS… VIOLENT IIIINNNNNTTTTTEEEEENNNNTTTIIIIOOOONNNNSSS!!!!
*HUGE CROWD POP!*
Crowd: JENNY! JENNY! JENNY!
We cut to the Commentary table where Joe and Mike are ever present and always there. This time it appears Joe is getting really into things.
Spazz: Look at you lunchbox, you’re hype as fuck!
Koss: The Beckinator is back on the stick and doing her thing! Of course I’m happy!
Spazz: Yeah dawg. Shit’s looking up! Let’s get on with this bad boy yo!
Koss: As always the card is stacked and we start off with the Last Chance Dance, involving 8 performers on their very last chance in the company.
Spazz: Oh?
Koss: Yes, they’re on the chopping block. Winner gets to keep their job!
Spazz: Makin’ ‘em fight for this shit Thunderdome style! 8 PEOPLE ENTER! 1 PERSON LEAVES!!!!
Koss: Sometimes we have to trim the fat to focus on the talent really putting forth the effort.
Spazz: We got a really cool sounding tag team debutin’ up against a returning Wildside in The Mechanical Motherfucking Animals! I LOVE ‘EM ALREADY! They’re name is fuckin’ sick!
Koss: That’s Mechanical Animals, no MFin’ about it! Then there’s a triple threat involving Killer Carbajal, Samantha Tolson, and Hirata Dokueki!
Spazz: The Monster is back yo, but she’s got a Suplex Machine and a Killer on the loose in her ring! She got a tall order and a big stick!
Koss: A fatal fourway involving Bianca Davis, Tracy Dixon, Isa Storm, and Azurine Vebbins!
Spazz: Man Vebbins is awesome. I hope she gets somethin’ goin’ ‘cause I think she’s nerd-hot as fuck yo!
Koss: A First Blood Match for the Overdrive Champion with Chelsea Skye defending against former OD Champ Blair Jackson.
Spazz: You know, I always wondered… if yous was a chick entering a first blood match and it was during your period, wouldn’t you have lost before the bell even rang?
Koss: Well that’s… a question I’m not even going to try to ponder. After that, the Tag Championships will be on the line in a Crazy 8 match with Gallus Mag looking to defend against the Riot Squad.
Spazz: Maidens on Maidens yo! Hell’s empty and theys beatin’ the shit out of each other here!!!
Koss: Then a huge, pay per view caliber match being presented to us on regular SRW viewing, Luther Thunder takes on Ursula Von Rossbach. No titles, prizes, or gimmicks, just two big and powerful people going head to head in a competitive match!
Spazz: Braggin’ rights is braggin rights yo!
Koss: Kate Steele is taking on Crystal Zdunich with the Ultimate Conquest Championship on the line inside of a 20 foot high classic Steel Cage match!
Spazz: That shit is gonna’ sing yo! The oldschool cage is way more reinforced and those steel bars? Motherfuck they hurt to get flung into!
Koss: Our main event features the Queen of the South, Halo, defending against “Cosmic Swan” Risa Jackson in an epic Last One Standing match! Who will prevail? Stick with us to find out!
SEGMENT
Opening upon Seleana Zdunich, the Swedish woman looks off to the right of the shot.
Seleana: Z, det börjar, skit inte i det blå skåpet genom att vara sen!
The voice of her sister and tag team partner, Zenna Zdunich, comes from the same direction.
Zenna: I’m here, I’m just looking over things again. Enhance your calm…
Seleana almost laughs.
Seleana: I am not the one who seems keen to disrupt her calm. You have been going over things for so long, I am amazed your tablet’s battery has not turned off yet.
Zenna: Skit också!
Seleana simply stares at her sister insistently.
Seleana: Z….
Zenna walks into the shot staring at her tablet.
Zenna: Are these two for real?
Seleana braces herself for the explosion to come.
Seleana: It is their debut for SRW and our first match on the show proper, booked in advance, since your injury. Should we not be worrying about ourselves more than them?
Zenna shakes her head, not moving her gaze away from her tablet’s screen.
Zenna: They try to steal our finish name and you do not understand?
Seleana shrugs.
Seleana: Coincidence.
Zenna: They try to steal the Socialites' finish as well.
Seleana shrugs again.
Seleana: There are many moves more than one team is able to execute.
Zenna: They have a stated team motto they do not live up to. “The MA will study their opponents in the time before the date of the match and then they will systematically tear down their opponents in a ruthless and brutal way, with timed strikes and tandem moves as well as signature double teams that can be done quickly and on the fly. The MA subscribe to their own brand of doing things and really don't care if they are seen as faces or heels, as long as the job gets done for the team.”
She pauses and then looks up to her sister.
Zenna: Yet they do not allow us the same courtesy?!!?
Seleana sighs heavily.
Seleana: Z, you realize your complaints can be attributed to a short time frame in which to fill out paperwork and mistakes on the parts of company interns and not the Mechanical Animals' parts, ja?
Zenna turns and places her tablet on a chair.
Zenna: We have been back with the company for two shows if we are to count this one and we have already been asked to welcome those making their debut again and the ones making said debut could not be bothered to properly fill out their information!
Seleana nods pointedly.
Seleana: So what?
Zenna can’t believe her ears.
Zenna: Ursäkta mig?
Seleana: It is not about them, Z! They are new here. There would be no book on them regardless. We are the two-time Southern Cross Champions here. They would have much more material to study with us than we would have on them no matter what they filled out. We have been tag team champions here twice. You have been tag team champions elsewhere and we have been trios team champions as well. WWA we won them together, Hybrid you won them with the Fallen Angels. I’ve won championships on my own in SCW and on Sunday I have the chance to become a two-time world champion. What part of that is about them?
She nods again.
Seleana: Ja, we are the gatekeepers again, but that is because SRW knows we will not give less than our best! They know we will properly test whoever is coming in! We will make the Mechanical Animals show their worth, win or lose, and we will do it gladly! I am keen to do this and I am keen to show that we have lost nothing in the time we were away from this company! They are Animals, ja?
She points to herself.
Seleana: I know animals, Z, and all say about all of this is we are Wildside… Välkommen till djungeln!
Zenna nods.
Zenna: Ja… we show them we are the law of the jungle!
Seleana nods and then motions to the door.
Seleana: Let’s go.
Zenna nods and follows her sister into battle.
Koss: Wildside is looking primed and ready. Up next is our opening match, the Last Chance Dance!
Spazz: Zenna’s still so goddamn HAWT!
LAST CHANCE DANCE
ELIMINATION BATTLE ROYALE
WINNER GETS A SPECIAL PRIZE
ALEXANDER STARR VS LILY WILLIAMS VS ROSE VS FAYE LANGE VS KENDRICK KROSS VS AKAKO OGAWA VS OLIVIA BLUE VS CHERRY DEVILLE
“The Steeple” by Halestorm hits the P/A system, surprising alot of fans in attendance. Through the curtains steps none other than the Rebel Star herself, Melinda Rhodes wearing chrome aviator shades and a custom red business suit and black dress shirt with matching ankle boots and fingerless gloves. She makes her way to ringside, jaw set with a scowl beneath those shades. Mrs. Rhodes is NOT happy in the slightest to be at ringside. She climbs the steps and slips into the ring, bringing the mic straight to her lips.
Rebel: We been through alotta’ shit, haven’t we people? Good times and bad, serious hardships, as I’ve tried to keep this company going and one issue I seem to always have is people showing up to work. I got a serious fucking problem with a bunch of charity cases that didn’t even bother to show up to tonight’s event, let alone cut me some goddamn promo shoots.
She removes those shades from her eyes, hanging them in the collar of her dress shirt.
Rebel: Nah… I’ve bent over backwards long enough. Not one person that was supposed to be in this match is here tonight. Too goddamn good to work and it’s kinda’ been that way for years with some of them. Others could work, but they’re so focused on other companies that they forget SRW, me, and all of you good people who paid money to be here in this house.
Mel points directly at the canvas, a hint of moisture in her eyes as she looks out at the crowd.
Rebel: The point of the Last Chance Dance was exactly that, to pit 8 of the most underperforming people in the company in a match against each other for the right to remain employed. That’s right. I was going to make these assholes fight for their jobs but then they did the last thing I expected and no-showed the event.
She shakes her head with a sigh, her free hand on her hip now.
Rebel: I can’t keep forgiving people and paying them to sit on their ass at home while they fuck me, you, and the rest of SRW over by working whenever they feel like it. So Alexander Starr, Lily Williams, Rose, Faye Lange, Kendrick Kross, Akako Ogawa, Olivia Blue, and Cherry Deville, I’ve cleared your lockers out and sent your shit back to you in trash bags. Should receive them in 2 to 3 business days. Your contracts are canceled. You’re all hereby terminated from employ in Southern Rebellion Wrestling. I wish all 8 of you well in your future endeavors. Onto the next match ya’ll.
The Rebel turns and exits the ring, heading straight to the back.
Koss: Woah… did we just… Yes we just watched eight wrestlers get fired on the spot!
Spazz: Serves ‘em right. Don’t show up for work? Don’t keep your job yo!
Koss: Just… wow, that’s alot on the chopping block right there!
Spazz: Guess we’s just moving to the next match!
MECHANICAL ANIMALS VS WILDSIDE
Seleana starts out against Wil Pierce and gets in a few kicks before Pierce takes over and starts tagging in and out with Raijin Hunter. The two men systematically work over the tall blonde Swedish woman with stiff strikes from many angles. Hunter gets a nasty elbow. Seleana goes down and Hunter covers.
Kickout
Pierre tags in and grabs at a leg. Seleana rolls and grabs the bottom rope. Pierce tags in Hunter who quickly gets a springboard leg drop. They exchange tags and work her over some more, drawing blood on a big elbow strike from Pierce and a follow-up high knee from Hunter. Pierce covers.
Shoulder up
The Mechanical Animals quickly move in and give seleana the Monster Mash. Pierce covers.
Zenna makes a save. She knocks Hunter off the apron and then hits a discus clothesline on Pierce before retreating to her corner. Both Seleana and Pierce crawl to their respective corners. Seleana tags in Zenna but no one is there to tag Pierce. Zenna rushes in and gets Pierce up for a bridging German suplex.
Kickout.
Hunter gets back up on the apron and Zenna nails him with a big forearm shot to send him crashing to the barricade. Pierce rolls Zenna up from behind.
Kickout.
She gives Pierce the Family Tradition and holds for the cover. He gets a shoulder up. The two start to get up and Zenna cradles Pierce. He reverses and she reverses back. Hunter breaks it up. Zenna fights him off only for Pierce to cut her off. Seleana comes back in and the two teams fight until Seleana is once again sent to the floor. Zenna sends Hunter down and then gets hooked for a backslide by Pierce.
Kickout.
Zenna and Pierce duke it out while Seleana and Hunter go at it on the floor. Hunter knocks aside Seleana and dives back into the ring just as Zenna gets an Oklahoma roll on Pierce. Hunter breaks it up.
Seleana comes in and sends Hunter back out to the floor. She and Zenna put the boots to Pierce and then make him Ride The Lightning. Zenna covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
WINNERS: WILDSIDE!!
Koss: Tradition broken! The Mechanical Animals gave one hell of a fight but Wildside won the debut match!
Spazz: Fuck yeah! I like the new Zdunich sisters! They got even better while they were away!
Koss: They’re coming back from a wicked injury. Zenna’s ankle was completely broken, but here she is moving like it’s better than new!
Spazz: And she was smilin’ that whole time in the match too. Good to be back!
SEGMENT
The lights in the arena dim as a single spotlight takes over center stage. The electric quartet remix of Falco’s “Rock Me Amadeus” begins and this SRW crowd was having none of it! Amid the LOUD boos that reined down, Vance Isaac Parker sauntered his way to the spotlight, with his protective plexiglass case featured at his side. Inside was both the California Grapplers Academy Grapple championship, and resting in front was the Southern Rebellion Wrestling
Koss: Love him or hate him folks, he is one of our champions representing this company…
Spazz: He doesn’t represent anything! Purification isn’t Hardcore! It’s BULLSHIT YO!
Gently he reaches into the case and pulls out the Purification title and raises it into the air with both hands while expert mixologist Karla Davison, comes from the curtain to bring the protective plexiglass case back to the back. The booes never stop and VIP smirks wider than ever as they continue to serenade him down the aisle.
Koss: The sheer arrogance.
Spazz: From the palm of his mofuggin’ hand…
Once at ringside Vance demands the ring announcer to come close and personally hold the ropes open for him. At first he resists, but the look on VIP’s face turned to stoic unamusement which eventually made the announcer cave and perform the requested task. Vance takes his sweet time going up the steps as the announcer sits on the middle rope to hold them open for the champ. Vance wipes his feet on the apron before slowly entering as his music draws to a fade. In the center of the ring he stands with the “Purification” title firmly placed over his left shoulder, his free hand snatching the microphone from the announcer on their way by.
Vance Isaac Parker: Miss me?
“BOOOOOOO!!”
Vance Isac Parker: Bah ha ha ha ha ha. You people. And after I just valiantly defended my precious Purification title, yet again, against perennial loser Griffin “I can’t beat VIP” Hawkins. You’d think you’d learn to accept that I am here to reign over you as YOUR favorite champion for as long as I see fit. Accept me. You know you love me…
“BOOOOOOO!!”
“WE WANT GRIFFIN!”
“*** VIP!!”
Vance Issac Parker: My, my, we’re quite vocal tonight aren’t we. Look, I already told you, I beat Griffin Hawkins because Griffin Hawkins couldn’t follow the dang rules. Then he failed again in our contest last month! Griffin Hawkins will NEVER get a shot at this championship for as long as I hold it, because Griffin Hawkins has shown that he cannot get the job done! And why would anyone buy a ticket to watch Griffin fail to beat YOUR favorite champion again?
“BOOOOOOO!!”
Vance Isaac Parker: Don’t you people boo the truth! The truth is still the truth and you know it, I know it, and most importantly even Griffin Hawkins knows it!! He can crow about on social media about this and about that, but at the end of the day I am the champion, not him, and until he proves otherwi –
“Separate Ways” by Journey hits as the mood officially changes. VIP looks up the ramp and sees Griffin. He makes a motion to him, pointing him as if to say “You’re mine”. He walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. But out of nowhere, Bruce Rage rushes in and grabs Hawkins from behind and puts him in a Full Nelson.
Vance Isaac Parker: Ohmygosh when oh when will you freakin learn? What will it take for you to finally go away.
Griffin Hawkins: ungh…..still hiding behind bigger stronger people huh Vancey?..I’ll tell ya what..you tell your lobotomy victim here to let me go..and I promise not to snap your pencil neck a twig…sound good?..
Vance Isaac Parker: You’re in no position to issue ultimatums, Griffin. But I’m feeling incredibly generous, and so I’m going to give you one last test. Lose a match and you agree you will NEVER get another shot at this ever again. Do you agree, or does my personal muscle have to squeeze you until your head pops like a grape?
Griffin Hawkins: …are you kidding? This is the best fun I’ve had in a long time…I’ll do your trials from beginning to end…but you better pray I don’t win them all..because I’m gonna make you an ex-champion!
VIP snickers at the verbal agreement Griffin made before hearing the terms to be laid out.
Vance Isaac Parker: Ever a fool. Bah ha ha. You’re going to participate in a series of trials, Griffin, to ensure your championship caliber status is actually up to snuff enough for the BEST that the SRW has to offer. What I’m –
Griffin Hawkins: Best? Am I facing HALO?
Bruce squeezes the bearhug tight right as he headbutts the back of Griffin’s head for his insolence! Vance’ face turns two shades of red as he takes a step closer, but the back as he attempts to regain his composure.
Vance Isaac Parker: Keep it up. We’ll see how hard you’re laughing. Because your first trial is right here, right now…in a Texas Death Match! Versus JU –
“I Hope you suffer” by AFI hits the house PA system! Juliet Black comes screeching down the aisle and sliding under the ropes into the ring. Bruce Rage emphatically throws Griffin into her like he were a piece of meat being thrown to a hungry lion while VIP exits the ring and heads up to the top of the stage where he can watch the mauling from a safe distance.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS VS JULIET BLACK
TEXAS DEATHMATCH
Abruptly thrown into Juliet, who nonchalantly brings her knee up to catch Griffin’s face with a hard, stiff shot, Griffin falls back, instantly on the backfoot. Incensed, she drags Griffin up by the hair only to whip him the rest of the way down the aisle with only the unmoving ring to halt his momentum as his body crashes into it. Griffin let out a wheeze on contact while Juliet pulled out of her boot just a raw, jagged edge blade, and raised it into the air. A sick smirk came across her face as Griff began to turn around. Initial shock was his first instinct…then he closed the gap between them like a maniac with nothing to lose! Juliet held the blade pointed down, then swung in a backhand motion, Griff narrowly sucking in his gut to avoid the wide backhand slash, then returned with a mid-high roundhouse kick to her hand, knocking the blade free. Griff then grabs her by the kicked hand, and whips her into the steel steps, causing a loud BANG! and knocking the top half of the steps loose and onto the floor beside the bottom half. Griff turns to spot the jagged blade and with his foot, swiftly sweeps it across the floor and under the ring skirt out of sight.
Koss: Griffin safely putting that thing away. Wow, Juliet came prepared… does she always have a weapon just conveniently laying around?
Color: You can’t believe a certified psychotic killing machine wouldn’t always have something sharp and nasty next to ‘em? You born last night lunchbox?
Griff turns his attention back to Juliet who is just getting up, and dashes across at her in a reckless charge, a spear taking Juliet back to the floor! Griffin instinctively makes the cover, and barely a one count as Juliet powers out with authority! Juliet is the faster of the two as she takes Griffin by the hair, and hurls him shoulders and back first into the barricade! Griff could be heard making a very audible yell from the sting of the impact, while Juliet turns to the ring skirt. She approaches it and lifts it up, crawling half way under before backing out with….a tabled wrapped with “something”, and a series of lengthy tubes on top.
Spazz: You know, I always wondered, who the fuck leaves this shit under the ring? I mean it’s always there!
Koss: Good question, but wrestling has always been a funny bird like that.
A macabre smirk takes over Juliet’s face as the only thing in her mind was causing wanton pain and destruction. She pushed the light tubes to the side and focused on setting up the table. One leg, then the other, double checking that both legs were stable because after all, safety first. Griff slowly began to get to his feet, albeit clutching at his shoulders and clearly not walking a hundred percent straight. VIP had to be loving this and it was still early in the match…
Juliet sees Griffin out of her peripheral vision and spins around. She goads him in, but Griff chooses a brisk walk instead, not wanting to move around with all this hardware too quickly. Juliet grabs him by the wrist and slings him toward the table, but Griff puts on the brakes and stops short, his body coming within mere inches of contact. Unfortunately we couldn’t say the same for his shirt, as the logo on the front became ensnared by the wire, and you had to wonder if that was his favorite shirt too. While Griff tried to patiently unattach his shirt from the wire (knowing that frantic struggling would only make it worse), suddenly his shirt became the least of his worries as the loud SMASH of a crackling light tube came down across his head! Juliet stood there in front of him, wielding a half broken tube with all it’s jagged and malformed pieces sticking out, some fresh blood splatter from Griff across her face as the broken light tube pieces began to slide down his body to the floor. Griff looked like he was out on his feet…but hey, on the bright side, his shirt was free.
…It was ripped from the bottom to his chest, but at least he was free of the wire! A poor consolation prize given the circumstances, surely. Juliet ripped it the rest of the way off, and there was a handful of swoons from the crowd, but she didn’t care. Instead she shoved him unceremoniously to the floor and reached into her top to pull out a small little book. A book…of matches! With one foot on his chest, she takes a match and strikes it across the strip, and Griff’s eyes grow wide as he sees the orange glow of fire. Juliet drops the match…and quickly Griff turns over, rolling away just as the match hits the floor! This almost seemed to be what she wanted though as she sat on Griff’s back, and pulled back on his neck in a camel clutch, using his own lengthy hair for added leverage on the move!
A fire marshal quickly stamps out the match to ensure we don’t end the show on an accidental, unplanned inferno. But that’s not the story, the story is Griff’s screams getting softer and softer as Juliet pulls back with indiscriminate malice, seemingly content just to cause pain and suffering. The official checks the hold and with no response from Griff, he calls for the submission. Juliet releases the hold and stands back, the official now begins his count...
Koss: Griffin Hawkins has until the count of ten here.
Spazz: Texas Death Matches are waaaaay fuckin’ different. Can’t just pin ‘em or get a tap, you gotta’ fuck ‘em up so bad they can’t walk no more!
Koss: And you wonder why, even when I was active, I was a manager. I’d rather be a bridesmaid than a hardcore bride.
Spazz: You’d look pretty in a gown dawg! *lip smack*
By the count of five, Griffin slowly pushes himself to his hands and knees, but that’s not enough. It’s enough for Juliet however, as she speeds up to him, and buries her foot in his abdomen, field goal style! You could almost feel the wind getting forced from his lungs on that kick and Griff drops back to the floor. Since Juliet interacted with him however the official must restart the count.
1!
Juliet takes the remaining unbroken light tubes and rolls them into the ring while Griff is fighting for survival on the floor. One by one she sets them upright, then uses sme zip ties to fasten them to the top rope for…whatever it was she was trying to do. Slowly Griff pushes himself to his hands and knees, finally grabbing the ring skirt and pulling himself up and stopping the count on 7. It was…a sight. He didn’t look like a rockstar here, he was a bloodied, hairy mess. But he wasn’t a loser. VIP watched on from the top of the stage in shock, yelling booes while holding his hands out in a thumbs down. This only egged the crowd on to cheer for Griffin to find the magic formula to victory, which further infuriated VIP!
Griff barely pulls himself into the ring under the bottom rope, clutching at Juliet’s legs as he pulls himself up, but Juliet swats him away with a raw, cold backhand across the face! She grabs him by the ears with a hand on each, digging her nails in until Griff squeals uncontrollably. Then, still with one hand on his ear, she drags him up, and throws him into the corner chest first! Griff hits the turnbuckles HARD, but hangs there for a bit, his arms draped over the top rope. Juliet marches in behind him, and as she does Griff spins and rips the turnbuckle cover off, boxing her on the side of her head! Juliet is dazed, and Griff is fatigued, but with a surge of energy he brings the cover back to the side of her head with both hands! The second shot sent her down to her knees, and Griff, fighting through exhaustion, turns out the lights with the “Shot in the Dark” superkick, and that was all she wrote for Juliet. Sprawled out on her back, Griff collapses over her in a lateral press.
1!
2!
3!
Koss: Griffin Hawkins might still have some fight after all!
Spazz: Now’s just keeping her down!
Griffin pushes himself up, and then back to one knee to catch his breath while the official counted. Four, five, six. Sev–Juliet began to stir, officially breaking the count right before eight. Griff was shocked! From his knee, he got up to a runner’s stance and waited for Juliet to get to her feet, then Griff took off in the most reckless dive of all!
THROUGH THE ZIP TIED LIGHT TUBES!!
THE COLLISION TAKES THE TWO ALL THE WAY TO THE BARBED WIRE TABLE!!!
A HARD THUD, SCREAMS OF AGONY FROM JULIET AS THE BARBED WIRE RUPTURES HER SKIN, GRIFFIN ON TOP OF HER…….BUT THE TABLE DIDN’T BREAK!!!!!!
Spazz: I AM THE TABLE!
Koss: Good grief what’s a table gotta do to break!
Griff’s eyes open, he’s got shards of light tube sticking out of him, out of Juliet, all around the floor….but when he sees he’s sitting on top of the table, this just will not do at all. He listens to the chants breaking out over the lunacy he just created…
“BREAK THE TABLE!”
Clap, clap, clapclapclap!
Never one to leave an audience disappointed, Griff listens, and points back. To the turnbuckle. The one with the exposed bolt, naturally. It was clear what he had to do as yes chants took over the venue! He gingerly climbed off the table, while Juliet was still trapped in the barbed wire, and slowly he began to climb up. Into the ring, and onto the exposed bolt. He stood up tall and looked down and across, Juliet had to be at least ten feet away. He quickly crossed himself, and took a massive leap, a double foot stomp to connect onto Juliet and with an impact that not just would break the table, but that sent Griff collapsing under the impact of his own weight upon landing! Still a pinning predicament, the official counts to three and Griff rolls off of her and onto his chest. He was beyond running on fumes here, but Juliet was flattened in the wire and table wreckage, unable to answer the referee’s count of ten!!
Koss: Griffin Hawkins has done it! He passed the first trial of Purification!
WINNER: GRIFFIN HAWKINS!!!
Spazz: Now look at the medical team coming ou– look at Griffin! FUCK YO HELP!! He’s shoving them off him and trying to stand on his own power!
Koss: The mad bastard he is…
The EMTs turn to Juliet, only to help free her of the barbed wire while keeping most of her flesh intact. Griffin leans himself against the security barricade, clearly exhausted and like he could just die after what was probably the most heinous, vicious fight he’s ever had.
SEGMENT PART II
After the match, VIP takes center stage with his SRW
Vance Isaac Parker: Well done. You actually did it. Honestly I didn’t think you had it in you but here we are…
A quick jump cut to show Griffin barely starting to stir while VIP continues.
Vance Isaac Parker: But you won’t survive the next trial. You see Griffin, as you lay there hopefully in as much pain and discomfort as physically imaginable, know that the next trial you won’t know where it comes from. You won’t know when it’s coming, until it’s too late. No, Griffin, the only warning you’ll get is the hard smack of fist against skull that blacks you out. And then that’s it. That’s all she wrote, the fat lady has sung, no more opportunities for Griffin Hawkins…
One last jump cut shows Griffin trying his best to stand up with what anger and adrenaline his heated rival was feeding him.
Vance Isaac Parker: That’s right Griffin, sit up, and listen hard because the only clue you’re getting to your next trial is two words, and the newest signing of Southern Rebellion Wrestling…
From the gorilla position the man walks out, his expression remorseless, stoic, and uncaring. It was clear he wanted a fight, and he didn’t particularly care with whom…
Koss: Wil Pierce, who we just saw with the Mechanical Animals in action against Wildside earlier this evening, now looks like he wants a piece of Hawkins on behalf of VIP!
Spazz: Yous look at that mug. Motherfucker don’t care who or why, he’s just itchin’ for a fight and he’s gonna’ get it at next Violent Intentions!
VIP walks away as Hawkins and Pierce have an intense staredown between the two of them before we cut to elsewhere…
SEGMENT
The crowd cheers as the camera comes on to show number one contender to the Queen of the South Championship Risa Saito sitting on a bench in the locker room. She's still in her street clothes, and the luchadora is wearing only an SRW mask over the lower half of her face. She's almost stoic as she begins to speak.
"For three years I've been wrestling in this country. I came here on a contract offered to me by Divinity Unlimited as their first international talent, immediately getting me signed to Women's Wrestling Revolution. I was young, untested, and unused to the American style of professional wrestling. I made a lot of friends in WWR. I held their tag title and their hardcore title both at one time or another. And then, I'd grown a bit complacent as the champion, I'll admit. I was booked to face an opponent I'd never crossed before. Halo. My opponent tonight. And I lost."
Risa lifts her head, grinning at the memory. A banner of Super Tiger holding the CHAOS Championship is hanging over one of the lockers behind her.
"Then WWR closed. Halo and I went out separate ways on good terms. Friends, even. We stayed in touch. Halo beating Ursula to win her title. Me, going undefeated in the third annual Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament. We both had our own lists of successes, and failures. In the time I've been in this country, I've reigned, in one fed or another, as a tag team champion five different times. People started to call me a specialist. I was called the next great thing in tag team wrestling. It seemed like no matter who Super Tiger was paired with, that team had gold in it's future."
All five belts flash behind Risa, the smile on her face infectious as she stands, beginning to pace back and forth.
"See for awhile, that was awesome! I was cool with being one of the most sought after tag team partners in the game. I had contracts and messages flooding my inboxes everyday. I couldn't possibly accept them all. But deep inside, there was this fire. This burning desire to prove I could be something more. So, I walked away from tag team competition, and set my sights on a World title."
Multiple images of Risa being pinned or submitted flash across the screen, but her smile never wanes.
"I got so many opportunities on some of the biggest stages you can imagine. Capitalized on none of them. Now, I'm not complaining. I was upset at the time, but you know what else I was doing? I was learning from my mistakes. Making adjustments to my game. Tweaking my strategies. Always growing. Ever changing. Constantly evolving."
She faces the camera, arms crossed over the chest of the faded Kawaii Trash Pandas GO!!! hoodie she's wearing. Images of Super Tiger, Risa Jackson, the SuperNova, and the Cosmic Swan each walk up behind her at the same time, putting their hands on her shoulders.
"Tonight, Halo, my old friend. Tonight I'm bringing three years worth of learning experiences into that ring to challenge you for the Queen of the South Championship. Regardless of the outcome, I know you and I will still congratulate each other. We're going to burn the house down tonight, and show why we are the Main Event of Violent Intentions #1!"
She grins, one fist going to her cheek, the other forming a peace sign next to her face, the original pose she used upon arriving in the US.
"Halo, I have all the respect in the world for you, and because of that I'm bringing everything I have to the ring. My goal tonight isn't to learn. Tonight, my goal is to capture my first ever world title, and become the Southern Rebellion Wrestling Queen of the South! I hope you're ready for anything and everything buddy, because that's exactly what you're gonna get!"
She throws her hands up, palms open and pointed toward the ceiling.
"RISA JACKSON RESU! WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP STYLE! GOOOO!!"
The camera catches on last look at the Asian superstar who winks and nods as the shot fades to black.
KILLER CARBAJAL VS SAMANTHA TOLSON VS HIRATA DOKUEKI
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
The three combatants begin pounding the shit out of each other. Tolson tries to start suplexing Dokueki but gets cut off by Killer. The two Shieldmaidens then double team Tolson and knock her from the r. They start walking around the ring, playing to the crowd to get them hyped for the coming confrontation between the two MC sisters. Dokueki and Killer start trading shots, the crowd exploding for the brutality on display as the two hold nothing back in their display of biker barbarity. Tolson comes back in and starts hitting German suplexes, first on Killer and then on Dokueki. She repeats this a few more times and then changes over to a dragon suplex on Killer. Dokueki makes the save and Tolson gives her one. Killer makes the save. Killer gets Tolson up and gives her a big boot and then a pop-up Samoan drop. Killer covers.
Kickout.
Dokueki moves in and gives Tolson a taste of her own suplexellent medicine. She takes Tolson around five times before holding a bridge that Killer breaks up before a count can even be made. Killer hands out chokeslams to both competitors and then mounts Tolson for some ground and pound action that draws blood. Dokueki knocks Killer off and then starts to suplex her. Tolson gets up and stops the party with a running dropkick and covers Dokueki.
Kickout.
Tolson gets Killer in the corner and starts wailing away with strikes from seemingly every angle. The battered and bloodied Killer fights back before Dokueki crashes in and smashes both of them against the turnbuckles. Both Tolson and Killer fall to the mat and Dokueki covers Killer. Tolson breaks up and gets cradled for her trouble. Killer breaks it up and then starts hammering away on both of them with stiff forearms shots. The crowd cheers the beating on even as Killer goes until she hits a spear on Tolson and covers.
Kickout.
Dokueki comes back and she and Killer trade punches, the crowd getting louder and louder as the two Shieldmaidens proceed to beat each other senseless. Tolson gets up, watches the two batter each other and then runs in for a double clothesline that floors both Maidens. Tolson covers Killer.
Kickout.
Dokueki gets up on all fours and Tolson tries a rolling cradle. Killer breaks it up. Tolson and Killer trade shots until Dokueki gets up and knocks both of them down with a Flying Double Clothesline,Tolson to the mat and Killer through the ropes to the floor. Dokueki picks up and suplexes Tolson out of her shoes and then gives her a curb stomp. Dokueki covers.
ONE!
TWO!
Killer dives in but she's a hair too late.
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
WINNER: DOKUEKI!!!
Spazz: Fuckin’ curb stompin’ up in here! Do NOT fuck with the Poison Dragon yo!
Koss: I second that motion. Good god she was a monster in that ring and clearly hasn’t lost a step since retiring.
SEGMENT
The scene opens up with a close-up on the face of the Queen B of Malibu Bianca Davis, the fans greet her face with loud boos clearly not happy to see her. The Queen seems to have a giant smile on her face despite what happened last SRW show where the Pretty Committee lost a chance to become tag team champions to Gallus Mag. The haughty Malibu Native soon begins to speak in a heavily accented version of her normal tone, sounding like a posh Queen.
Bianca Davis: My loyal insignificant but loyal subjects you see last show you may of seen the Pretty Committee lose a TLC match to two trailer trash bikers in Gallus Mag, but you know something I am in an amazing mood despite that why? Because, I am true royalty see in this business gold has come to me naturally time and time again I end up with championships wrapped around my waist, while others sit there and complain about how it's not fair or the tactics I use.
Bianca said with a big smile on her face, as she flipped her hair out of her face.
Bianca Davis: Please, those are excuses, excuses I have heard my whole career just like the whole “You’re not a real wrestler” yet I have beaten the so-called real wrestlers in this business time and time again. While they sit and crow about the same thing time and time again. They then try and downplay my accomplishments which are numerous and all over the world even this very company has tried the very same thing. But, it all ends soon because I got the plan it starts tonight at Violent Intentions.
Bianca can’t help but smile even brighter as the boos continue to grow. As her fake British accent comes through at full blast.
Queen Bianca Davis: For all the titles I have held there is one your Queen hasn’t one that would be the crown jewel on my crown the Queen of the South title who is being held by a woman who I beat for the then ascendant title, a title I never had a rematch for because the champion after me well couldn’t cut it, and had it unified into the Conquest title. Tonight I start my path to that belt As Queen Bianca Davis takes on Isa Storm, Azurine Vebbins, and Tracy Dixion in a fatal four-way match. You may think the odds are not in my favor but when you are the one true Queen that is never the case. You three will find that out first hand I know you have all been quiet expect for Azurien and her days, like how many days do you know? Well, you can add a new one Queen Bianca Day which will be on the day of our match where everyone must honor ME! Queen Bianca Davis. You can be the first, and it will be quite simple all you will need to do is before and after our match is bend the knee. Easy peasy right? Even for you.
The boos only seem to grow, as the Queen keeps on speaking ignoring them.
Queen Bianca Davis: Azzurine you’re not the only one Isa Storm, a woman with all the talent to it but what about your drive? You’re dealing with a multiple-time champion who has held gold all over the world. A woman whose name is always on the tip of everyone's tongue the most hated woman in SRW. Why? Because I have always spoken the truth and tonight's truth is you will learn why it takes brainpower to succeed in this business along with brawn you might be bigger than me stronger than me, but smarter than me in that ring? Last but not least Whalcy Dixion well Tracy let me break this down for you since you seem to struggle how many times have we gone at tag matches, and singles? More than anyone else right?
Bianca keeps her long gaze into the camera along with her million-dollar smile.
Queen Bianca Davis: I have always found a way to get what I want in those situations, rather it was beating you and your then-partner Wendy House who then turned into Kara, or one on one I have more times than not had your number. Tonight won’t be any different, as me and my court begin the process of turning SRW into my castle all hail the Queen!
Soon the camera pans further out revealing Bianca sitting on a throne in opulent royal garb, and a giant crown on her head, next to her is the rest of the Influencers Veronica on her right, and the two Page sisters the Socialites to her left. They all do matching regal waves before blowing a kiss toward the camera as the scene fades to black.
BIANCA DAVIS VS TRACY DIXON VS ISA STORM VS AZURINE VEBBINS
With BIANCA DAVIS, TRACY DIXON, ISA STORM, and AZURINE VEBBINS each in a corner, the bell rings, and the chaos ensues almost immediately! Tracy immediately rushed Bianca into a corner, throwing a vicious series of strikes into the Queen B. Azzy and Isa lock up, but Storm immediately yeets Vebbins into the opposite corner, the smaller woman collapsing in a heap as she slams into the turnbuckle. Storm doesn't waste any time, coming forward to begin putting the boots to Dat Damsel in Dat Dress.
Satisfied she's stomped enough of a mudhole into her opponent, Isa pushes Azzy out to the floor, unceremoniously dumping her to the mat with a shove from her boot. She turns just in time to see Dixon get a faceful perfume, or whatever the hell it is Bianca keeps in her boot. The Queen B hits a DDT on Tracy, who rolls to the apron. As she gets up, she's focused on her downed opponent, screaming at her, only to get lifted via waist lock and brought back down to the mat with a thunderous release German Suplex! Storm gets to her feet, letting out a roar to the crowd, but when she turns to pursue David, Vebbins comes flying in out of nowhere with a top rope hip attack! The tush meets the mush, the momentum turning the attack into a kind of hip drop that leaves Storm on her back with Azzy sitting on her chest. She hooks a leg, but Isa kicks out with a defiant roar after one, physically throwing Vebbins off of her.
Azzy looks briefly stunned, but she's on her feet in a flash, twirling to hit the ropes but on the rebound, Bianca catches her ankles, causing Vebbins to crash face first into the mat. The crowd groans with the impact, Davis pulling the Damsel out to ringside only to slam her face first on the apron before launching her shoulder first into the steel ring steps. Tracy Dixon takes advantage of the distraction, hitting a quick neck breaker on Storm from behind, going for the cover, but Isa kicks out at one again. Dixon doesn't make the same mistake Vebbins did, opting instead to bring Storm up to her feet. She attempts to whip Isa toward the ropes, but it's countered, the young superstar showcasing her formidable strength, throwing Tracy into the ropes instead. She looks for a powerslam, but Dixon leaps over the top, sprinting forward with her momentum to slide under the bottom rope, driving her boots into the chest of Davis, which sends her crashing into the barricade. Tracy is all fired up at ringside, turning just in time for Storm to hit a baseball slide of her own, sending Dixon cannonballing into the slowly recovering Davis! It's beginning to look like a car crash at ringside, and it appears that it's only gonna get worse when Azzy comes sprinting down the apron! She looks for a hurricanrana to Storm, but she's caught before being bombed right on top of the other two competitors!
Isa is standing tall, a smirk on her face as she shakes her head. She drags Bianca into the ring, but before she can make a cover, the Queen B goes low with a brutal kick to the crotch! No matter how tough you are, Isa shows even she isn't immune to that kind of pain, dropping to a knee with a scream of distress. Bianca is on her feet now, slapping Isa in the face, trash talking her, but the crowd is starting to get loud! Dixon slides into the ring! Vebbins clambers up to the top turnbuckle! She's met by Bianca on the middle rope, who slaps her hard across the face before hooking her for a suplex, only to be joined by Tracy Dixon, looking to make it a double Superplex! Dixon and Davis spend to long arguing, however, and Isa is on her feet, getting between both women, hooking each of their inside legs, before the entire tower goes up and comes back to the mat in a pile of bodies!
All four women are laid out, no one woman taking more of the impact than the others. The crowd is chanting, urging them to get back to their feet. Double pin attempt as Storm crawls on top of Dixon, and Davis throws an arm over Vebbins, but both women kick out at two! Another attempt is made, this time more secure pins being applied, but Tracy and Azzy still don't give up, kicking out at two again! All four women are starting to stir, the crowd going insane at the absolute insanity of this fatal fourway.
Tracy spots Bianca and bursts forth with the KENTUCKY FRIED DATE, but BIANCA SIDESTEPS! Tracy plows right into Isa Storm in the corner, then turns right into SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE-ARM AXEHANDLE from Azzy Vebbins! Azurine turns right into a wicked BEAUTIFUL BOOT from Bianca Davis! Bianca is quickly hit with a running boot to the chest from Isa Storm! Isa gathers up her winded foe and hoists her up for a powerbomb but Bianca hammers down surprisingly powerful fists down on Isa’s head, then flips off to drop her with a Hurricanrana Pinfall! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRRREE!!
WINNER: BIANCA DAVIS!!!
Spazz: AND SHE DIDN’T CHEAT TO WIN?! Is the world about to come to a motherfucking end?!
Koss: Bianca Davis has always had the ability to go in the ring, something people are keen to forget in light of her preference to take shortcuts and cheat her way to victory. Never EVER underestimate the leader of the Influencers!
SEGMENT
The camera opens upon a table upon which a championship belt unfamiliar to SRW is placed into the shot. As the camera remains focused upon it, current SRW Queen of the South Champion Halo’s voice can be heard.
Halo: February 19th, 2021…
The camera shot moves slightly to better frame the championship on display.
Halo: The Petersen Events Center in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania saw the two of us do battle for this championship, right here. The WWR Chaos Championship. It was that company’s no disqualification championship. You were the defending champion…
A hand moves into the shot and starts to strike the belt’s medallion lovingly.
Halo: This was my first real opportunity in that company. You had been champion for two months after taking this off of Victoria Salinas in a Parking Lot Brawl match. Before that, you had been one half of the tag team champions as part of Tiger Pride for the better part of nine months. You were one of the cornerstones of that company. Super Tiger was a name on everyone’s lips and it was always spoken with a kind of lovinging admiration and reverence to it that would have made y’all’s parents proud.
The hand pulls back out leaving the championship alone in the shot.
Halo: You walked in the bigger name for sure. You were universally adored. You were the defending champion and then…
The hand slowly comes back into the shot and pats the championship.
Halo: I won. I came out the champion, and, as it turned out, was the last person to hold this championship before the company closed.
The WWR Chaos Championship is joined on the tabe in the shot at the SRW Queen of the South Championship belt.
Halo: Now, fourteen months later, we meet again for the biggest prize in THIS company.
The camera focuses more on the second championship now.
Halo: And this time, I’m the one who comes in as the defending champion…
The shot moves up off of the championships and the table and focuses on Halo.
Halo: Fourteen months in the making…
She nods to herself, seemingly awed by the thoughts being spoken aloud.
Halo: Helluva fourteen months, won't it, Risa?
Halo looks directly into the lens.
Halo: You went from being a championship cornerstone of WWR, absolutely beloved by damn near everyone as Super Tiger…
Her hand rises, her index finger extended to slow herself down and catch herself in midthought.
Halo: Actually, fuck that, y’all was just Tiggy . Everybody called you that and they all loved you! There was no way I was expected to beat Tiggy for anything, much less a championship and yet, I did it.
She looks back into the lens and cocks her head slightly to the left.
Halo: And then somethin’ weird happened with you. You threw off the Super Tiger persona. You threw off the mask and you stopped being Tiggy. It was like that loss was the last straw…
She pauses and puts on a cartoon voice.
Halo: You taken alls you could stands and you couldn’t stands no more!
Shrugging somewhere between acknowledgement and apology, Halo nods to the camera.
Halo: My Mama used to love her some Popeye and it just seemed appropriate because putin’ on that mask and bein’ Tiggy was like Risa Jackson eatin’ her damn spinach! Risa became Super Tiger and there ain’t no force on this panet can fuckin’ slow down Tiggy!
Halo exhales heavily.
Halo: And then Risa wasn’t eatin’ her spinach no more. She took advice from people she might not should have been listenin’ to and tried bein’ the Supernova instead.
Looking down at the floor, Halo shakes her head regretfully.
Halo: Try as she might, the Supernova never could overcome that shadow that Tiggy was castin’, could she?
She looks back up, shaking her head again.
Halo: The Supernova came and then she went and now she’s a Cosmic Swan and I have to say, the Swan is as close to the new evolution of Tiggy as possible without just being Tiggy again! I’m happy to see Risa Jackson under whatever nickname she chooses to compete back where she belongs, at the type of the damn card!
Halo nods grimly to the camera.
Halo: I know it took me a long damn time to get back here too! I started last year as a champion in multiple places and I ended it not even getting booked here for what seemed like forever!
She reaches down and picks up the SRW Queen of the South Championship.
Halo: Now here we are, Risa, fourteen months in the making, the rematch we never got to have in WWR! You’re back to being you and I’m standing here on the top fo the fuckin’ mountain waiting fr you to land on your proper perch and show the world you are still the Tiggy we all loved and appreciated!
She leans back and points at the WWR belt.
Halo: Last time it was a thirty minute Iron Woman match with no disqualifications for an undercard championship we both held in great esteem. This time…
She turns back to face the camera popper, both hands on the SRW Queen of the South Championship.
Halo: It’s a Last Person Standin’ Match for the SRW Queen of the South Championship. Last time you were the champion and I was the challenger hopin’ to make that step up to your level. This time, I’m the Champion and you’re the challenger on a redemption arc looking to come back to my level! Can you do it?
Halo smiles firmly.
Halo: I KNOW you CAN, the question is will you? And I’m here to tell you and the rest of the world that as much as I love me some Tiggy and wanna see y’all do well, I’m gonna walk to that ring and do my damndest to prove that you ain’t done finding your redemption yet! I am ready, willin’ and able to walk that aisle in front of the whole damn world and go through hell to come out the other end still the Last Woman Standin’ and still the SRW Queen of the South!
Holding the belt up, Halo nods crisply.
Halo: We gonna fly tonight, Tiggy, let’s see how far we can go! It’s been fourteen months and I can’t wait for this one any longer!
SOCIALITES VS SKILLZ VENDORS
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
The Skillz Vendorz and Socialitez both try to jumpstart the match, each team looking for an early advantage. They trade shots with all four in the ring until the Skillz Vendorz start to win the fistfight. The Socialites hit matching drop toeholds and then try for simultaneous side headlocks. The Skillz Vendorz look to power up and the Socialites take inside cradles in stereo. This leads to double reversals and then double kickouts. As they all start back to their feet, the Skillz Vendorz get backslides in stereo.
Kickout
The Skillz Vendorz knock Vanessa from the ring and then hit the Meteor on Danielle. Katrina covers. Danielle kicks out. Katrina makes the tag to Sammi and the Skillz Vendorz give Danielle the Zerg Rush Sammi covers. Vanessa makes the save. The Skillz Vendorz hit a double suplex and then take turns battering each sister before going for a pin following a double ddt on Danielle.
Shoulder up
Katrina mounts Danielle and gives her some ground and pound while Sammi rushes Vanessa and then comes back for a running senton on Danielle. Katrina covers Danielle. Vaness makes the save. Vanessa knocks Sammi towards the ropes and Katrina clocks Vanessa for it. The four competitors start exchanging punches, a fight the Skillz Vendorz quickly win. Tiffany Lynn tries to get the referee’s attention to complain about how things are going her sisters make sure to start fighting dirty so that he comes over to try and stop them. They keep going, all the while seemingly directing the traffic closer and closer to Tiffany Lynn. The Skillz Vendorz fight back, the referee getting in between the two pairs. Sammi stumbles over by the ropes while Danielle and Vanesa take turns screaming at the referee. Sammi gets to her feet near the ropes while Katrina keeps fighting, the referee distracted by the other Page Sisters constant whining. Tiffany Lynn sprays Sammi in the eyes with perfume and she falls back from the ropes clutching at her eyes. Danielle knocks Katrina to the ropes with a chop block while she and Vanessa grab Sammi. They give her the Mean Girls. Tiffany Lynn sprays Katrina in the eyes as well. Danielle and Vanesa hit Mean Girls on Katrina and then hit the Social Ladder on Sammi. Danielle covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
WINNERS BY PINFALL: THE SOCIALITES!
Tiffany Lynn nods and the Socialites pause for a second before going in for more. The Socialites are attacking the Vendors when suddenly the crowds explode as a couple of people jump over the guardrails and then quickly start to go after the Socialites, when they grab ahold of Katrina and then shoot her hard into the far ropes where she takes a tumble over the top ropes as the crowds suddenly explode into a massive cheer as the Socialites go to take out Sammi.
Spazz: Man, these fucking fans here in Rome Georgia are really blood thirsty aren't they?!
Koss: That's not what they were cheering about, Spazz!!
As Katrina goes flying over the top rope, three men, followed by a fourth, hit the ring at a dead run with two of them quickly sliding under the bottom ropes while the third, a masked man, moves to quickly catch Katrina before she can hit the ground.
Spazz: Wait, who are those guys that just jumped the rails!?
Koss: The Mechanical Animals are back at ringside and apparently are taking umbrage at what the Socialites are doing to the Vendors, Spazz!
Meanwhile the hard-camera shifts to where Wil grabs a hold of Vanessa who is laying down the boots to Sammi before spiking the Socialite with a double underhook DDT hard while Raijin turns spins Danielle around and starts to unload on the Page sister with a stiff combination of slaps and knee strikes that drives her out of the ring while Tiffany Lynn finally manages to get Vanessa rolled out of the ring as the masked man puts Katrina back up onto the ring apron before giving her a thumbs up which confuses the Texan before she shakes it off and goes to check on her partner before the masked man moves to keep an eye out for any further trouble.
SEGMENT
Ursula smirks at her phone, engaged in a little social media banter. Her thumb dances upon the onscreen touch-keyboard as she ruthlessly guts another hapless troll who dared to annoy her. The leather-clad Lady Terminator is aware of her surroundings, casually side stepping any who cross her path with relative ease until a particularly large shadow is cast upon her. She turns her phone off, tucking it away and lifting her head to gaze upon the impressive Luther Thunder standing before her. She offers a cordial smile.
UVR: Good evening, Mr. Thunder.
The Dutchman flashes a sly little smirk at the Lady Terminator and nods subtly
LUTHER: Miss Rossbach, it’s been a while. Glad to see you are back and in tip top shape for another match in SRW, would hate it if you were hindered by a nagging injury or some poor sod wanting to interfere between our meeting in the squared circle.
She gives Luther a little nod of agreement.
UVR: Indeed. It is an eventful occasion, one that requires my absolute attention and care. No one simply picks a fight with one such as yourself.
Ursula flexes her left arm a bit, now freed from the confining brace she had worn for quite some time.
UVR: Yes, I am at maximum capacity, and you?
He looks down at himself a bit and shrugs.
LUTHER: Well none of us is getting any younger and years in the ring do not come without consequences but as far as my conditioning goes? I’d say I am in shape enough to give anyone on this roster a run for their money, that does include you Miss Rossbach as much of a physical specimen and a true testament of terror you may be against those who are put before you. Might I say that this match of ours is one of the encounters that I’ve been most looking forward to in years and it’s not even about a championship.
He chuckles a bit looking back at her. Ursula nods in agreement once more.
UVR: Any battles we have ever had were never pedestrian affairs. Gold or no gold, we have always given each other an excellent test of tactical acumen, physical strength, and pain tolerance. I doubt this night will be any different.
She adjusts her gloves, flexing her fingers against the tight black leather.
UVR: From one monster to another, there will always be respect between us. I have enjoyed each and every contest against you. May we create another classic that none shall ever forget, Mr. Thunder.
He takes a moment to ponder her words then nods.
LUTHER: Agreed, no matter what personal feelings we have or don’t have between us the fact is that the fans of SRW deserve a match that will be a measuring stick for any future monster or champion hopefuls to strive for and as a bonus we can put the rest of the roster on notice and prove to our peers that neither one of us is someone they should overlook or sleep on. We might not be the loudest or constantly mouthing off and blowing our egos on social media but it doesn’t make us any less of a threat to anyone and I do mean anyone that feels like stepping between us and our goals.
She crosses her hands behind her back, straightening her posture.
UVR: Indeed, but then I will always invite my foes to underestimate me. I revel in seeing the fear, shock, and horror of my foes realizing just how stupidly they often overestimate their chances. I am sure you know the feeling as well and experience a similar thrill.
A dark little chuckle escapes her lips.
Mere thought of that had the big man show his familiar Cheshire cat smile.
LUTHER: Oh those are some fond incidents that oddly enough still happen at times, it’s almost like people don’t pay attention or care to learn from the mistakes and bad examples set by others before them. Of course all of my legacy is not just brutalizing people, I am fully capable of winning matches fairly and collecting championships as I go, unlike some of our peers though I don’t need a championship to feel good about myself. I am confident with my abilities and skills as are you, so why not just enjoy the night and put on a match worth remembering and revisiting?
UVR: I so rarely have opponents who do not puff their chests and shout their greatness to the heavens. As you said, it is refreshing. Let us finish our preparations and then, we meet on the field of battle as equals once more. Thank you, Mr. Thunder.
Ursula raises her fist before her and Luther gives it a polite tap. The two then move on to their prospective destinations before the match.
OVERDRIVE CHAMPIONSHIP REMATCH
FIRST BLOOD MATCH
CHELSEA SKYE(C) VS BLAIR JACKSON
A sucker punch kicks things off as Blair turns an offered handshake into an opportunity. She batters the OD Champion with punishing rights, lefts, knees and a DDT! Blair drags Chelsea up to her feet by her hair only to be caught with a jawbreaker! Chelsea then hits the springboard ANGEL’S RECKONING Face Buster on Blair! Now Chelsea’s on the offensive, backing up and as Blair pushes up, nails a low running dropkick straight to the face! Blair rolls out of the ring. Chelsea follows after, gathering Blair up, failing to notice her foe removing a bit of tape from her wrist. As she gathers Blair up, she barely is able to block a hand holding a razorblade aimed for her forehead! She boots Blair hard enough in the gut to cause her to drop the blade, then hits one FOR JUSTIN! slamming BJ’s head right into the floor with a resounding smack! Chelsea reaches under the ring and pulls out a chair, slamming it on the floor multiple times as her foe struggles to get up. Chelsea bull rushes in, chair reared back and *CLACKT!* says the chair across Blair’s skull, spinning the challenger around and sending her to her knees. No blood is produced from the blow…
Chelsea sets the chair up, gathers Blair up, and half drags her over to it. She hooks her in a front face lock, looking for a DDT, but Blair frees herself, boots her in the gut and hoists her up in a suplex, turns and falls back, dropping Chelsea onto the chair in a way that folds it inverted! Chelsea wails in pain, her back arched in agony! Blair then gathers up the dropped razor blade on the floor and makes her way to her foe, straddling her chest and lowering the razor blade down. Chelsea fights her, holding the hand back, but suddenly Skye leans forward and bites down on Blair’s forearm with all her might! Blair cries out in shock and pain, dropping the razor and pulling back while repeatedly smashing her fist into Chelsea’s head! Eventually she releases the bite and Blair pulls away from her, stepping back and checking the deep bite marks along with the referee. Blair manages to avoid bleeding this time. Seeing Chelsea getting up on all fours, Blair snarls and runs at her with a kick straight to the ribs, shouting, “YOU BITCH, I’LL MAKE YOU SUFFER!”
She gathers up the gnarly, inverted chair and proceeds to batter The Champion’s back with blow after blow of the warped metal… *CLAKT! CLAKT! CLAKT! CLAKT!* Over and over, some of the blows hitting her in the head. Chelsea thrashes with each shot, trying desperately to get away but each blow sapping more of her strength it seems! It isn’t until the chair starts coming apart in Blair’s hands that she finall slings it aside. Chelsea starts to walk away and it’s then that we see streaks of blood running down the side of her face from a cut on the back. Blair laughs in triumph only to suddenly notice that as she raises her hand in triumph that a sharp edge on the chair had cut her hand open as well, running down her arm. Seeing this the referee declares a draw!
RESULT: THE MATCH IS A DRAW! CHELSEA SKYE IS STILL THE OVERDRIVE CHAMPION!!!
Koss: The referee had no choice. He couldn’t tell who bled first by the time the blood started flowing.
Spazz: That has GOT to suck for Blair, but hey draw result means the door is still open. I don’t think this is the end of things between Skye and Jackson. Those two are gonna’ fuck each other up again.
Koss: Indeed!
SEGMENT
The camera opens to find the Shieldmaidens teams, the Riot Group and Gallus Mag standing together in the parking lot.
Bullet: Tonight is the night for some violence…
Bandit grin and glances at her sister Maidens.
Bandit: They definitely gave us the opportunity for that didn’t they?
Psycho nods her agreement.
Psycho: Aye, tha they did, Lass!
Bruiser: Fuckin’ right they did! A Crazy 8 Match…
Bullet shrugs.
Bullet: They know we will not hold back on each other.
Psycho shrugs.
Psycho: Why start now, aye?
Bruiser: Ain’t never fuckin’ done it before, not gonna do it tonight either!
Bandit smirks.
Bandit: They want us to fly all over the palace like Tarzan and then beat the shit out of each other…
Bullet: Well, they picked the correct ones to that with you and Sorsh, Jack.
Psycho snickers as well.
Psycho: Feckin’ right they bae doin’ tha right, Lass! Gallus Mag bae ready tae lay it all on th’ feckin’ line to stay the SRW Sout’ern Cross Tag Taem Champions!
Bruiser: Damn fuckin’ right we are! GMOT is not just a catchy phrase to say!
Bullet smirks.
Bullet: Jack and I have held those championships three times already! We know what it takes to be the Southern Cross Champions! Jack has ben a tag team champion seven times and a trios champion once too! We are ready to show the world that Shieldmaidens don’t die easy, we just die bloody!
Bandit: Sounds like a plan for tonight for sure!
Psycho: Hell bae empty!
Bruiser: And the Maidens are here!
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
CRAZY 8 TAG MATCH
GALLUS MAG (C) VS RIOT GROUP
All four Shieldmaidens step to the center of the ring and start to throw down on each other, Bullet and Bruiser pairing off while Bandit and Psycho pair off next to them. They trade punches while the crowd goes crazy at the sight of the rampant fights. Bullet punches Bruiser and she flies into the two smaller Maidens. They are propelled over the top to the area where the swing ropes are and both jump onto one. Bandit swings back over and somehow manages to crossbody Bruiser. Psycho swings around and jumps over the top, somehow kicking both Bullet and Bandit. Psycho covers Bandit.
Kickout
Bruiser knocks Bullet out to the floor and Psycho swings out onto them. Bandit comes running over and dives out onto everybody as the crowd loses its mind. Bullet egst Psycho up and throws her into the ring. Bullet gets in and the two start trading shots, Psycho kicking and Bullet throwing elbows and punches. They trade until Psycho misses Gealtachta and Bullet gets in a short elbows smash. Bullet covers.
Bruiser breaks it up
Bruiser drops an elbow and then mounts Bullet, going for some ground and pounds before bandi swings back into a shooting star press onto Bruiser.
Psycho breaks it up and cradles Bandit.
Kickout
All four get to their feet and start trading shots, each drawing blood on the other. The crowd cheers louder and louder as the blood flows more and more. They trade shots, Riot, Gallus, Riot, Gallus, Riot, Gallus, Riot, Gallus! Even more blood flows and now all four are positively covered. All four go through the ropes together, landing onto the floor. They start trading again before bouncing each other off the barricade. They all stagger around drunkenly, rolling back into the ring and trading shots some more. The crowd is near explosively riotous over the brutality they are witnessing. Psycho crashes into Bullet, knocking her down and covering.
Bandit breaks it up and rolls Psycho over into a cradle Psycho reverses and Bullet breaks it up
Bruiser knocks Bullet down and then rolls her up. .
KIckout
All four get to their feet and start trading again. They continue to hammer on each other until all four go for a clothesline at the same time and all four are knocked down.
Gallus Mag looks to throw Bandit out but she lands on a swing rope. She comes back and goes for a crossbody only to miss and hit Bullet instead. Psycho hits Gealtachta on Bandit. Bullet gets up and Gallus Mag hits Taranis on Bullet. Bruiser covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
WINNERS AND STILL SOUTHERN CROSS CHAMPIONS: GALLUS MAG!!
Koss: That was a fight and a half but after all the trouble they went through to get those belts, Gallus Mag wasn’t about to drop them, even to their sisters!
Spazz: Psycho and Bruiser are like “Nah dawg, fuck that! You want this gold? Try and take it!!!
Koss: For now though, we have to break for a word from our sponsors. When we come back, it’ll be Luther Thunder vs Ursula Von Rossbach!
COMMERCIAL
LUTHER THUNDER VS URSULA VON ROSSBACH
The two most dominant figures in SRW meet in the middle of the ring with a collar elbow tie up! Ursula is immediately pushed back but then halts Thunder and advances forward a few steps until being pulled into a sideheadlock. The Lady Terminator pulls free and shoves him forward. Luther spins around with a Lariat and Ursula ducks, going for the legs, hoisting him up and bringing him crashing down with a Leg-Capture Spinebuster! He rolls on impact, getting right to his feet and charging at Ursula! He hoists her up with a MILITARY PRESS SLAM!!! She hits the canvas with a skid, but rolls to her feet! Luther catches her, tossing her up and BIONIC HEADBUTT drops him to one knee! This opens him up to THE TERMINATOR KICK! Ursula makes the cover!! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!!
Luther tosses her off and sits up, shaking his head. Ursula promptly kicks him in the back and then locks on a tight kneeling Sleeper! There’s a struggle. Slowly Luther pushes Ursula to a stand with his legs, fighting against rapidly diminishing oxygen. His face turns red as he suddenly grabs her legs and rises to a full stand himself. Ursula’s eyes go wide as he backs up and throws himself into the turnbuckle’s but she manages to stay on, locking her legs around his waist for a bodyscissor! The Big man flails, doing everything in his power, including throwing himself into the corner two more times! He finally catches her head and rips her off his back with a powerful snapmare to the canvas! Ursula rolls to her feet and turns right into THE THUNDERSTRUCK KICK!!! Her head snaps back and she falls to the canvas! Luther falls on top of her for the ONE!!! TWO!!! THHHRR-KICKOUT!
Ursula rolls her shoulder. Luther sits up and pulls Ursula up only to violently slam the back of her head to the canvas! He repeats it again, this time jumping a bit! Ursula rolls onto her side as Luther takes her arm that had been previously injured and starts to jerk and twist it in a way that puts a ton of pressure on the wrist and elbow while pressing down on her shoulder! The angle is awkward and leverage poor. Each time Ursula pushes herself up, Luther shoves her down by that shoulder and deepens the manipulation of her joints. She pushes up one last time but just as he shoves, She flips forward and latches her legs around his head, compressing his neck with her thighs! Luther chokes and sputters, releasing her arm as he fights to his feet! He elevates her for a powerbomb but falls to his knees! The camera shows his face turning rapidly purple. Fighting with every ounce of strength he has, he manages to lift her up and gets a running start to hurl her over the ropes to the outside where she flies into the Timekeeper’s table with a Powerbomb to the outside! The table crumples beneath her mass into a pile of splinters!
Luther takes that moment to regain his breath, holding his neck and gasping. Ursula starts to stir in the table wreckage, then suddenly sits up, staring straight ahead. She looks up in time to see Luther climbing to the top of the turnpost, crouching down. Rolling to her feet, Ursula thinks fast, leaping onto the apron and racking him right in the face! She then climbs up on the otherside, pulling him into a front facelock. She goes for the lift but he hooks his legs in the ropes. A few hard shots to her ribs halt her. Luther then rises one step up, raises Ursula perfectly vertical and the two fall for a hard Super Plex back into the ring!
There they lay for several seconds, motionless before finally, Luther manages to sit up. He rises, shaking his head as Ursula is so very perfectly still. He turns and reaches down only for his eyes to go wide with surprise as he’s pulled in for a Possum Small Package pin!!! ONE!!! TWO!!!! TTTTHHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!! Explosively both roll apart and get to their feet! Back and forth, they trade blows, Ursula blocks a shot and grabs Luther by the throat. He elbows her in the side of the head, then headbutts her! Both are staggered by the impact, but Luther recovers just a little quicker with a kick to the gut. He doubles her over, straddles the back of her head and lifts her up for THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES! On impact he folds her in half for the ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Koss: Time and again, these two have crossed and Ursula always seemed to have Luther’s number but tonight, the tide turned in Thunder’s favor!
Spazz: With AUTHORITY! Ursula Von Rossbach seemed a bit off her game. Maybe she’s feeling the effects of that birthday bash for Kasey Kash?
Koss: Hard to tell, but it was still one hell of a battle we’ve just witnessed.
SEGMENT
Everything comes into focus and as it does we are taken to the backstage area. It is there where we are able to see Crystal Zdunich. Her long blue hair cascades down her back. She seems focused as she looks deep into the lens of the camera.
Simon: Ladies and gentlemen my guest at this time is a woman who will be challenging for the Ultimate Conquest Championship later in the night. I give to you Crystal Zdunich.
Crystal is all smiles as she looks right at Simon.
Crystal: Thank you for the warm welcome Simon. I am excited to be here tonight and I know things are definitely going to be extremely hard tonight. I have a huge match tonight, and just like you said I will be fighting for the Ultimate Conquest Championship. However what makes things better and even more intense is the fact that I will be stepping into the ring with a woman who I have mentored. I have to step toe to toe with Kate Steele although I know everywhere else she is known as Diamond Steele. She is as tough as they can and…
Diamond walks onto the scene. She is all grins as she raises the Conquest Championship high into the air. A smirk escapes her lips as she looks deep into the camera.
Diamond: Damn right I am as tough as they come but what you need to understand is that I am the bloody fucking champion. I hold three different titles across three different companies and I am not showing any signs of slowing down. Nobody can beat me and I damn sure won’t let somebody like you beat me especially considering hat the two of us are going to do battle in a cage tonight. There is no escape when you are in the ring with a woman who set the fucking record for holding the Hardcore title. That is my type of environment and it will be a place where I can wear you down with submission after submission. I will mentally break you down and you won’t even be able to walk out on your accord when I am done!
Diamond grins as she looks at her title.
Diamond: I mean just look at me. I am the Mistress of the Microphone, I am the Shining Star, I am the Sparkling Sensation, and I am the Conqueror of Catch Wrestling. I am just about everything in the wrestling world and after I destroy you tonight I will showcase that I am much better than you. After all one really becomes something when they are able to walk into an arena and completely decimate their mentor. You will be an afterthought and I will reign supreme. When is the last time you have been relevant anyway?!
Crystal nods her head as she keeps her eyes locked on Diamond.
Crystal: Talk all of the shit you want too but last show I shocked the world when I won my match. I EARNED my spot and I refuse to be anybody’s doormat. After tonight I will be a champion again and I will finally my place in this company. I have to be better. I have to ascend upwards and I have to be the cream of the crop. The top spot belongs to me. I know I have struggled but after tonight there won’t be any doubt that I deserve to be here. I will finally hold gold and from here on I will make SRW my domain.
Diamond confronts Crystal as she looks her face to face. She holds the championship high into the air. Crystal keeps her eyes locked on the title and just smiles as we cut back to ringside.
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
CLASSIC CAGE MATCH
KATE STEELE(C) VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
Once Kate and Crystal are inside, the cage door locks and the bell sounds, signaling the start of the match. The two circle on another, and immediately the intensity can be felt in this one. Steele and Zdunich charge each other, locking up and jockeying for position. Crystal has the minor height advantage, putting it to use to bend Kate backwards, but Steele shows her resolve, gritting her teeth to bring them both back to standing. The Siren kicks the Burning Rose in the midsection, breaking the lock up and doubling Zdunich over before hooking her for a DDT, but Crystal pushes her off, immediately looking for Flashing Lights! Steele has her number though, ducking the dangerous kick, sprinting forward to springboard off the middle rope, coming back down with a picturesque tornado DDT!
Crystal is down, trying to shake the cobwebs, so Steele runs to the other side of the ring, looking to climb. She gets her feet on the top rope, but before she can make any forward momentum, Zdunich triangle jumps from the perpendicular ropes, launching herself to bring them both crashing back to the mat with a vicious hurricanrana! Crystal immediately looks to capitalize, rolling Kate over and pulling her up to her feet, but as she goes to lock in the DDT position, Steele rakes the eyes of the Burning Rose! The redheaded woman cries out, stumbling backwards, only to receive a spinning heel kick for her troubles! The former world champion is rocked, but the Siren wastes no time, hooking Zdunich and lifting her up before bringing her back down to the mat with a ring rattling brain buster!
Thinking this is surely enough, she makes her way over to the ropes, beginning to climb again. Still dazed, Crystal hobbles to her feet and leaps out, grabbing the top rope with both hands as she falls! This throws Kate off balance, bringing her down crotch first on the top rope! Steele howls at the unintentional low blow, clutching herself as she falls between the ropes and the cage side to the apron. The Burning Rose is on her feet now, realizing now what's just occured! She looks from Kate to the top of the cage, and immediately attempts to climb herself! She's managed to get two good handholds and one foothold before Steele powers through the pain, getting to her feet. She grabs Crystal's leg, pulling the challenger back down to the mat. Zdunich lands on Kate's shoulders, and Steele immediately rotates toward the center of the ring before nailing the PUNK DRIVER!
Kate scrambles off of Crystal, looking up toward the cage wall. She turns toward the door next, then looks back up toward the top of the structure. She goes to take off, but Zdunich reaches out, grabbing the champ by the ankle. Kate shakes her leg, trying to break Crystal's grip, but the challenger is hanging on for dear life. Finally, she just starts to put the boots to the challenger, finally getting free. She climbs the turnbuckle, making her way halfway up the cage, but the crowd is cheering as Zdunich is back on her feet! Kate looks back, then toward the top of the cage. She shakes her head, dropping to the top turnbuckle to springboard off the top, turning in midair, looking for Silence is Golden- FLASHING LIGHTS OUT OF NOWHERE!
Zdunich lands the kick flush on the jaw, but the momentum of Steele's attempted maneuver causes her to slam into Crystal, almost ragdolling dead weight into the challenger, knocking them both to the mat. The crowd is incensed, half chanting "Let's go Siren!" and the other half answering with "Burning Rose!" Both women are down, and neither one has moved since the collision.
Slowly Kate stirs, pulling herself up with the ropes and then she starts to climb the cage! Inch by inch, she works her way up. Crystal Z looks up and sees the champion inching her way up the wall. Wincing, she shoves herself to a stand, panting hard and then rushes to the ropes, climbing into the wall and sliding beneath Kate for an electric chair hold. Kate fights her, pulling as hard as she can to try and escape Crystal’s grasp. Suddenly Crystal spins around, grabbing Kate’s legs firmly and launching off the cage wall with a diving Powerbomb! The Siren explosively hits the canvas with a rib shaking and breathtaking impact! Crystal sits up on her knees, panting hard. She rises and backs up, falling into the cage wall. Grabbing the chain links, she starts pulling herself up the wall much like Kate before her.
Surprisingly, Kate Steele sits up in a great deal of pain. Her eyes spot Crystal marching up that wall and with a rush of adrenaline she climbs up after her! Crystal gets to the top and settles on the top of the cage, trying to gather herself. The burst of adrenaline gets Kate to the top! Crystal sees her and quickly rises to a stand on that narrow beam just as Kate pulls herself up! Kate takes a swing and Crystal steps back to avoid it. Both wobble and sway from a loss of balance. Crystal recovers first and fires off FLASHING LIGHTS! Kate takes the hit full on, lulling forward and falling straight to the ring below with a massive impact! Crystal loses her balance and falls off the cage with a wild scream but manages to save herself, grabbing onto the cage wall to keep from hitting the floor!
She then eases her way down and when she’s close enough to safely drop, she does exactly that!
WINNER AND NEW ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: CRYSTAL ZDUNICH!!!
Koss: And Crystal Zdunich breaking the SRW Championship curse by winning the Ultimate Conquest Title against a very game Kate Steele!
Spazz: That spot at the end, the kick from the top of the cage? That could’ve been a big fuckin’ disaster!
Koss: It was a disaster for Kate Steele. The former Champion is likely going to be devastated by that loss. We have to take another word from our sponsors and then it’s on to the main event!
COMMERCIAL
MAIN EVENT
KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
LAST ONE STANDING MATCH
HALO VS RISA JACKSON
Life of Agony’s “Lost At 22” starts up to a pop as Halo comes out the curtain with a burst of excitement. She makes her way up the steps and slips through the ropes. Halo gets to the middle of the ring smiling as the crowd chants her name loudly.
Jenny Beck: INTRODUCING FIRST FROM SAN CLEMENTE, CALIFORNIA, STANDING AT 5’ 10” AND WEIGHING IN AT 144 LBS… SHE IS YOUR QUEEN OF THE SOUTH… HAAAAALLLLLOOOOOO!!!!
She raises the QoTS title up in the air beaming with pride!
Jenny Beck: AND THE CHALLENGER, WITH GRIFFIN HAWKINS PLAYING HER IN- SING IT ROCKERBOY!!!!
The crowd cheers as Griffin Hawkins takes the stage with his guitar, a microphone setup on the stage next to him. A lone spotlight shines on the rocker as he begins to play and the arena goes dark.
The crowd absolutely loses their minds when, instead of Risa Saito taking the stage, they are witnessing the return of the Super Tiger! Griffin continues to play and sing, smiling and winking at Tiggy when she slaps him on the back before pressing her palms together and bowing, mouthing "thank you" to her long time friend. She then runs down the ramp, high-fiving fans before stopping at a young girl of five, taking a spare mask from her belt and pulling it onto the little girl's head while the parents snap a quick photo. Tiger then takes off at a sprint, slapping the hands of those at ringside in a full circuit before she slides into the ring on her stomach, transitioning mid-slide into a somersault that she leaps out of! As soon as she lands and slaps the mat, purple pyro erupts from all four ring posts as the young Joshi superstar spins, purple, black, and white ribbon tape being launched into the ring from all angles. She basks in the adulation of the fans for a moment, looking around the now lit arena, before backing into her corner to await the arrival of the champion.
Jenny Beck: FROM YE’ OLD BALTIMORE, MARYLAND, STANDING AT 5’ 1” dang she tiny AND WEIGHING IN AT 120 LBS… “SUPER TIGER” RRRRRISAAAAAA JAAACCCCKSSSSOOOONNNN!!!!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Halo and Risa start out in a lock-up and wrestle around the ring a bit. It quickly devolves into a strikefest where Risa starts up with open palm strikes and kicks that Halo counters with punches and kicks of her own. Halo gives Risa a big clothesline that sends the smaller competitor over the top to the floor. Risa hits the concrete hard and Halo slides out to the floor next to her. Halo pulls Risa up and rams her into the edge of the ring before scooping her up and hitting a running powerslam on the floor. The referee starts counting Risa down.
Risa answers the count at 5.
The two trade strikes on the floor again, the crowd visibly shuddering at the impacts on each competitor's flesh. They continue trading, each drawing blood as they go until Risa tries to swing and Halo ducks the clothesline attempt. Risa jumps around and Halo goe for a big lariat of her open. Risa dives out of the way and Halo clotheslines the ringpost instead. Halo falls to the floor and Risa gives her a double stomp there on the floor. The referee starts to count the champion down.
Halo answers the count at 6.
Risa starts to throw more strikes and then climbs up onto the apron. She runs into a senton on a standing Halo on the floor that knocks Halo back into the steps. Halo rolls over and Risa backs off as the referee moves in to count the champion down.
Halo answers the count at 8.
Risa goes for a flying kick but Halo catches her and swings her like a catapult into the edge of the ring. Halo swings her back over into the barricade and then back to the edge of the ring. Halo smashes her into the barricade and then releases her grip. Halo steps back and the referee goes in to count the challenger down.
Risa answers the count at 9.
Halo grabs Risa and hurls her into the ring from the floor. Risa flies through the air and lands hard on the mat. Halo pulls out several tables and stacks two pairs of them together on the aisle side of the ring. Risa gets up and runs into a dive over the top out onto Halo on the floor. Halo is smashed back into the barricade again. Risa then hits a ddt onto the floor. The referee starts counting both competitors down.
Risa answers the count at 4.
Halo answers the count at 9.
Risa throws desperate open palm strikes that somehow seem as brutal as they were when the match started. Halo fires back in kind and the crowd shudders with every shot. Risa swings for a big one but Halo catches her hand. Halo grabs Ria’s other hand and puts her up into a high angle spinning sitout spinebuster on the floor. Halo backs off as the referee counts Risa down.
Risa answers the count at 9 and a half.
Halo scoops up Risa and hurls her inside the ring again. Halo follows her in and the two fight again until Halo knocks Risa down with a big head butt. Halo goes to the corner and climbs the turnbuckles, looking for a big exclamation point. Risa gets up and throws everything she got into a springboard roundhouse kick that connects on halo, sending her off the top. Halo crashes back through all four tables. The referee starts counting both down.
Risa rolls and lands with her feet on the floor to answer the count.
Halo tries but cannot make it to her feet and is counted down.
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
WINNER AND NEW SRW QUEEN OF THE SOUTH: RISA JACKSON!
Spazz: AND NEW MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
Koss: RISA JACKSON WINNING THE BIG ONE TO A HUGE STANDING OVATION FROM THE CROWD!!!!
Crowd: SUPER TIGER!!!! SUPER TIGER!!! SUPER TIGER!!!
Spazz: Holy shit!
Koss: It’s a new day and “Super Tiger” Risa Jackson is leading the way!!! That is all the time we have for tonight! Thank you for coming and see you in the next one!
Spazz: ROLL CREDITS!!! What a fuckin’ night!
We cut to credits as “Whispers in the Dark” by Skillet plays.
CREDITS
MECHANICAL ANIMALS VS WILDSIDE
Writer: ALEX
TEXAS DEATHMATCH
GRIFFIN HAWKINS VS JULIET BLACK
Writer: LISH
KILLER CARBAJAL VS SAMANTHA TOLSON VS HIRATA DOKUEKI
Writer: ALEX
BIANCA DAVIS VS TRACY DIXON VS ISA STORM VS AZURINE VEBBINS
Writer: RC
SOCIALITES VS SKILLZ VENDORS
Writer: ALEX
OVERDRIVE CHAMPIONSHIP REMATCH
FIRST BLOOD MATCH
CHELSEA SKYE(C) VS BLAIR JACKSON
DRAW - CHELSEA SKYE RETAINS
Writer: ASH
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
CRAZY 8 TAG MATCH
GALLUS MAG (C) VS RIOT SQUAD
Writer: ALEX
LUTHER THUNDER VS URSULA VON ROSSBACH
Writer: RC
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
CLASSIC CAGE MATCH
KATE STEELE(C) VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
Writer: RC
MAIN EVENT
KING/QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP
LAST ONE STANDING MATCH
HALO (C) VS RISA JACKSON
Writer: ALEX
(Entrance by Ash)
POST CREDITS SEGMENT
As Rag'n'Bone Man's "Human" echoes throughout the arena with Luther standing tall but exhausted in the middle of the ring, the crowds suddenly explode as a figure comes out of the crowds and quickly slides into the ring coming to a stand just a little bit behind Luther in the ring
Spazz: Wait, isn't that the mother fucker who was with the MA earlier in the night? You know, the one who caught Katrina after the Socialites threw out of the ring during their attack on the Vendors?
Koss: It is!! What is he doing here now??
{Luther slowly turns around, ready to be jumped by the other man who simply continues to stand there and watches Luther as the masked man then tilts his head to the right as Luther then moves to be ready for a fight}
Luther mouths out “may I help you?” without a mic opening his arms.
The masked man shakes his head before reaching up and pulling his mask off to reveal the identity of the man underneath as the crowds explode in their reaction
Spazz: Tha fuc!?
Koss: That's Jacob Striker, he's a world heavyweight champion elsewhere! What is he doing here in SRW?!
Spazz: Wait, he's pulling a mic out of his pocket.
Jacob: You'll pardon me, Luther, if I don't follow cliche and jump you from behind. But a little birdy told me that you're currently without a dance partner here in SRW...one that can work at your level.
Jake then gives Luther his signature wolfish smile as he steps closer to the older wrestler and looks him dead in the eyes
Jacob: Well I ain't here for no cha-cha or a conga line, but if you need someone to square up to and have a good one on one masochism tango with, then I'm YOUR MAN!!
The Dutch Devil gestures towards the microphone.
Jacob: oh my, where are my manners? Go right ahead.
Thunder gets the microphone and speaks up.
Luther: Well this must be the first, a world champion who comes up to me without jumping me or telling me how he is so much better and how he is going to rid the business of my presence or some other cliche. Not sure if you needed to dress up with the mask and all but as it stands Mr. Striker, your little songbird was right, a legend who made a big play towards me ended up, well let’s just say things did not go as planned. He isn’t here anymore but you , Brother Jacob, you are. Welcome to Southern Rebellion Wrestling. Now with the pleasantries out of the way, would you kindly tell me just what it is you want? I don’t have the authority to book matches. Melinda Rhodes is the person for that but if you want an autograph or a selfie you could have at least waited till after the show.
The Dutchman flashes a bit of a smirk offering the microphone back to which Jake graciously takes the mic back from the older man.
Jacob: First off, thank you for that welcome. You see sir my father, the bastard that he is, taught me a few things and one of them being that if you see an opponent that you can actually respect, you don’t do the whole cliche thing of jumping them from behind..no, you do the respectful thing and that is you walk right up to them, look them in the face, and you tell them straight up that the reason why you’re there is because you are there looking for a fight.
The “Natural” then motions around the ring and the two of them
Jacob: And as you just said, your last dance partner left you wanting…so while I know that I need to go and talk to young Miss Rhodes about the whole matchmaking part. As for what I want, oh that’s simple.
Jacob walks right up to the Dutchman and looks him dead in the eyes
Jacob: Luther Thunder, you’re looking for a fight….I’m looking for a fight, how about we shake hands on this and agree to give the SRW Faithful one for the ages, sir?
The older man looks at the eloquent upstart for a moment, then smiles broadly.
Luther: Sure, why not? Just remember this one thing brother Jacob you came asking for all this, you came to me wanting this. Whatever happens next between us, is what you instigated and what you wished for, I am here just doing you the favor of granting that wish.
With that being said he turns his back to Striker as if to test if he truly wouldn’t be attacked from behind, walking up the ramp and to the backstage as the hard-camera then cuts back to the “Real Rock’n’Rolla” is shown to be giving the Dutchman his signature wolfish smile