STARCRASH - 6/03/22 - RESULTS | COASTAL EMPIRE WRESTLING

STARCRASH - 6/03/22 - RESULTS Jun 3, 2022 9:28:48 GMT -7

Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jun 3, 2022 9:28:48 GMT -7

REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME, GA
6/03/22
SEG DEADLINES: 5/31/22 - 11:59pm EST

Eva Under Fire's cover of "Separate Ways" plays over the house P/A, the SRW Highlight reel leading up to the PPV playing, mixed with the animated logo of STARCRASH 2022! Pyro explodes in synch with the beats of the drums across the stage and around the Arena big screen. The Arena was packed to near overcapacity with 4,000 in attendance and far more watching at home. We cut to ringside and the announce tables where Joe Koss and Mike Spazz are ready and waiting. The two broadcast commentators look a bit somber at the table.

Spazz: Dude this fucking sucks.

Koss: Nature of the beast. Let's suck it up and do our jobs.

Spazz: This is it, the final night of SRW. Starcrash 2022.

Koss: And we're set to go out with an absolute bang. Austin vs Tolson, Stryker vs Raine, Riot Group taking on the Mechanical Animals, Coda vs Rossbach, Overdrive, Tag Team, ~~Hardcore~~ Purification Championship on the line, Queen of the South in a Seven Tables of DooM match! This is how you do a send off, ladies and gentlemen!

Spazz: But I don't want it to be fucking over. Not only do I like this job and the pay, but I haven't had this much fun in a long ass time.

Koss: It is, sadly, what it is, but we will do what we must as professionals, Mikey. Let's get on with the show!

JONNA AUSTIN VS SAMANTHA TOLSON

The bell tolls for the first match and immediately, Austin takes it to Tolson out the gate, catching her with combination strikes. Tolson is driven back, then taken by the arm but when Austin pulls her in, she holds her ground and pulls Austin into a short arm clothesline! Austin doesn't stay down long, but her bell is rung, opening her up for a boot to the head that sends her into the ropes. Tolson moves in from behind and wraps her arms around the waist for a German, but Austin holds on tight to the ropes, preventing the move. She peppers Tolson with a back elbow, then spins around with a forearm to the face and a kick to the gut. G2 STUNNER-NO! Samantha shoves Austin back into the ropes, who comes back with a Lou Thesz Press, knuckling Tolson over before hopping off and letting out a wild shout. What she doesn't expect is Tolson to be on her feet when she turns around, MIND YOUR HEAD KNEE STRIKE!!! Austin falls to the mat and Tolson makes the cover and a two count!

Both get to their feet, Austin still feeling that knee. Tolson moves in and STEEP RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX sends Austin skidding across the canvas. Tolson kips to her feet with a fist pump, then runs for the ropes. Austin rises and barely ducks a running Lariat. Tolson hits the ropes, Austin turns, Tolson leaps as does Austin! Dropkick catches Tolson right in the chest, sending her straight to the canvas! Tolson rises, boot to the gut, headscissor, lift and FALLING FAITH! Austin makes the cover on Tolson! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT!!!

Tolson shoves Austin off gritting her teeth in pain. Austin rolls to her feet, backs into the ropes and bursts forth with a low orbit dropkick to Tolson's shoulder, rolling her onto her stomach. She then locks on PUNK LOVE. Tolson cries out in pain, locked tight in the octopus hold. Austin shouts "TAP!!! TTTAAAAPPP!!!" Tolson, mustering very ounce of her considerable strength, slips her leg free, pops her hip and slings Austin to the canvas with a hip toss reversal! Austin tucks and rolls on the landing and rushes in with a Shining Wizard that Takes Tolson off her feet! She makes the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE-KICKOUT!!! This time it isn't as forceful, with Tolson rolling the shoulder.

Austin gathers Tolson up, looking her in the eye. Boot to the gut and G2 STUNNER! Tolson's chin snaps off that shoulder and she pops right off Jonna's shoulder, backrolling onto her head and landing flat on her stomach sprawled out! Austin falls to one knee, then rises with two middle fingers high in the air and a wild hoot. "THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE!!!!"

She then rolls Tolson over and makes the pin...

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

TTTTHHHRRRE-OMFG KICKOUT!!!!

Tolson rolls the shoulder once more and Austin is in complete disbelief! What was she going to have to do to put this beautiful monster away?! She gathers Tolson up and pulls her into a standing headscissor. She signals for her POISONED WORLD DRIVER, then goes for the lift only for Samantha to suddenly power her up and over to dump her behind her on the canvas! With a wild roar, she turns and as Austin gets to her feet, she finds herself being peppered with lefts and rights. She fights back and soon the two are trading shots, but one blow manages to find it's mark, leaving Austin staggered. She locks on the Kata Hajime and NIGHTFALL SUPLEX! Tolson makes the pin.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!

TTTTTHHHHRRRRRRRRE-KICKOUT!!!!

Tolson rises, panting, covered in sweat and shouting, "I'M NOT DYING AGAIN!!!" She gathers Austin up and Tolson eats a punch to the gut, followed by an uppercut that sends her falling back into the ropes. Tolson sags on the ropes and Austin rushes forward. Tolson ducks her shoulder and powers Austin over the ropes, but Austin catches herself and lands on the apron. Forearm to Tolson sends her staggering back, Austin slingshots, CAUGHT BY TOLSON, who transitions her into a Trapper Keeper and VICTORY DROP ALPHA!!!! Tolson hooks the leg!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!

TTTTTTHHHHRRRREEEE!!!

WINNER: SAMANTHA TOLSON!!!!

Tolson pumps her fists in triumph with a wild hoot and cry as her music plays. She takes a lap around the ropes, before finally getting to a corner and leaping up with raised arms. She drops down and is surprised to see Austin rising to her feet. The Loveable Punk puts her hands on her hips, nodding, then puts a hand out to the Pretty Murder Machine. Samantha takes her hand and gives it a firm shake. Austin then raises Tolson's arm and points at her in a show of sportswomanship!

Koss: Samantha Tolson and Jonna Austin put on one HELL of a fight. An incredible start to the show!

Spazz: And Sammy broke her losing streak! Always a plus!

SEGMENT

Backstage at the Rebel Star Arena we see one half of the team once known as House Of Dix, Tracy Dix sits there, dressed to compete. We hear the people rumbling and she looks up to the camera.

Tracy Dixon: This was the first company that ever gave me a chance for a national and global exposure, before Galactic Wrestling I barely got to wrestle outside of handful of crowds and usually being on the losing end of things, a woman who wanted to be a professional wrestler so bad that she paid her trips her lunches, her accommodations and was happy to get whatever joke of a payday she got for putting over someone who had no business being in the ring anywhere. I did that for a long while and for what? Not fame or fortune but because of how much I loved this business, how big of a dream it was for me to make it. So when I finally got a chance in this company I was sure this would be the biggest and best chance I’d ever get. I put in my best but sadly Galactic didn’t last I was sure that was my last shot to make it, however Melinda Rhodes shows up, kicks up Southern Rebellion Wrestling and I get that glimmer of hope again. I end up being on the same roster and same shows with someone who I looked up to, who was a legend in not just my eyes but this business.

She takes a moment, glancing over to something outside the camera’s view, breathing in.

Tracy Dixon: Wendy House, an oddball, a mockery of everything so many women hold sacred in this business, someone who succeeded wherever she went, who became a Hall Of Famer. I thought having matches with her would be great, thought teaming with her would be a dream come true but I achieved something so much more. We became more than colleagues, partners or a team. We became House Of Dix and while it may sound braggadocious to some I’d stake a claim on the fact that we were at least one of if not the very best team this company has ever had. If not for this company then the best darn team I sure as hell have ever been part of. We became champions, had memorable moments and unforgettable matches under the very proud Southern Rebellion Wrestling banner. No matter what happens to me throughout the years I know that through those matches, those moments my legacy and presence will live on long after I’m gone and maybe somewhere some lil’ gal’ sees me as an inspiration like I saw my friend House.

We see her holding back her emotions, wiping something from the corner of her eye before going on.

Tracy Dixon: Time waits for no one folks, even the sweetest, best moments in life don’t last forever. So cherish what you have before it’s gone. As you can see I’m here now just by my lonesome, I’m not asking for your pity or understanding. Because for someone who was told time and time again how I didn’t belong in this business and had no future, I got so much more and now while being on my own is scary at times, going against these seasoned competitors, grizzled veterans and whatever without my experiences in SRW, without the road I got to travel with my friend. I would have never made it this far and I sure as sugar wouldn’t have the courage to go forth to my match tonight for the Overdrive Championship, current champion, past champion and all women so different from who and what I am and while it seems like it’s just ol’ Trace against the world. I know that you, the fans have always had my back, you’ve been part of my trip as much as anyone else and while I’m hoping you won’t forget me, I want all of you to know that I will never forget you. Neither will House. I came to this business thinking I’d love to be a big time singles star a legend like my idol. I realized that the best part of this business wasn’t the fame or the accolades, it was someone to share all these great moments with. I grew so fond of being part of a team that now when I’m on my own, I feel as if I’m not whole. So tonight when I go against Blair Jackson, against Azurine Vebbins and of course the champ Chelsea Skye. I’m asking you, the fans, to be my partners out there. Because No championship is ever going to be won with weeping and wailing’. Tomorrow is never promised, every chance and every match could be your last and tonight June 3rd, 2022 at the place I called home, Rebel Star Arena in the good ol’ Rome, Georgia.. I’m dedicating this match to that one person who never stopped believing in me, who may not be here tonight but will always be on my mind.

She stands up, walks to the camera.

Tracy Dixon: This one’s for you Wends, next time we see down that road, cake will be on me.

She walks off and as the camera turns we see a framed picture of House Of Dix on the wall with their coveted tag team championships before the show moves along.

JACOB STRIKER VS JAZMYN RAINE

Suddenly there is the sound of a guitar running down before it explodes into a combination with drum barrage as the opening chords of X's cover of the Trogg's "Wild Thing" begins to echo throughout the arena

Song:
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything groovy
Wild thing

Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
So come on and hold me tight
I love you

Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything groovy
Wild thing

Suddenly the video wall starts up with a video of Jacob Striker's signature "greatest hits" which includes him hitting locking in the "Shining" onto Erick Saint John in the middle of the ring with him submitting to Striker nailing the "Apocalypse" on Myojin in SWWS as the crowds explode with a heavy and heady mixture of cheers and jeers as the man himself steps out onto the entrance

Jenny Beck: Introducing first from SLEEPY HOLLOW NEW YORK!!!

The crowds start to really get into the groove with the "Straight Shooter"s new theme as he strides down the entrance way, high fiving and occasionally fist bumping a fan on his way down to the ring, looking very confident as he reaches the ringside area and then throws back his head as he throws his arms out to the sides

Song:
Wild thing, I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
So come on and hold me tight
You move me

Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything groovy
Wild thing

Jenny Beck: This is the "Cronenberg of Clotheslines", the "Devil's Favorite Dirty" and the "Real Rock'n'Rolla" himself...this is "Total Elimination" JACOB STRIKER!!!!

Striker makes a circuit of the ringside area before he walks up the steps and wipes off his boots before he steps into the ring proper at which point he heads over to the far turnbuckle, quickly swings himself up to the top, and then does his pose again before he quickly yanks his ring jacket off and hops down into the ring proper, his face instantly becoming much more serious as his music fades out

Jenny Beck: AND HIS OPPONENT!

The chorus of "Let There Be Love" by Christina Aguilera blares over the venue’s soundwaves and the crowd erupts with cheers as Jazmyn Rain steps through the curtains with a confident smile on her face as she soaks in the support that she's receiving. Full of energy and excitement, she makes her way to the ring, acknowledging some of the fans that are cheering her along the way. Jazmyn proceeds with a light dash as she slides into the ring, quickly standing up and heading toward the corner. Hopping on the second rope, she points at the fans to acknowledge them once more with a bright, cheery disposition before she comes back down to the mat, takes a deep breath and focuses on the match to come.

Jenny Beck: "The Charm of the South" Jazmyn Rain!

The two competitors square off. Jazmyn starts out evading kicks, strikes, and grapple attempts, frustrating him early on. He overextends at a crucial moment, opening him up to a wicked Enziguri kick that drops him to one knee. She follows up with a Shining Wizard that snaps his head back and drops him on his back! She then locks him in an Arm trap, wrenching away at his arm. Jacob rolls her into the ropes, forcing the hold to be broken. He gets up, fists tight and looking pretty angry now. She just shoots him a cocky smile, puts on a little shuffle dance and pumps her fists like a boxer at him. He smirks, then goes for a grapple, which she ducks and rolls right into the ropes, springboarding off. Jacob times it just right and catches her in mid air, then hits THE CALGARY STAMPEDE, holding her down for the pin!!! ONE!!! TWO!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!

From there it's all Jacob, as he batters, throws and slings Jazmyn around for more than a few minutes, making her pay for the opening frustrations earlier. It would be a stalling vertical suplex where Jaz takes the match back, raining down knee shots until she flips back around and reverses with a DDT counter, drilling Striker hard! He pops up on impact, clutching his head. Jazmyn grabs his arm and pulls him into a Kimura lock. Once again, the struggle is brief ad Jacob manages to get to the ropes! The two get to their feet and she grabs that arm and twists him into a wristlock, he flips forward and stuns her with a wicked forearm shot, then goes for the AGE OF THE FALL-NO! Jazmyn ducks it with a tuck and roll, hits the ropes and returns with a leap and DIVINE INTERVENTION DDT!!! She hooks his leg for the pin!!! ONE!!!! TTTWWWOO!!! TTTH-KICKOUT! He throws her off of him and sits up, shaking his head. The two are on their feet.

She hits the ropes again and rushes at him only to buckle and drop as he kicks her right in the knee, dropping her down hard on it! She fights to her feet and THE LAST SURPRISE (Slingblade) takes her right down to the mat! Jacob makes the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!! She rolls the shoulder just barely!

Gathering her up, he hits her with a European Uppercut, then pulls her in for a Tombstone but she spins around, catching him with a Tilt-O-Whirl Headscissor takedown!!! He hits the mat but doesn't stay down long. Both are on their feet and she runs and locks on THE ANGEL WINGS, bringing him to the canvas with the cross face! Jacob lets out a garbled cry of pain, his hand free hand trying to reach for her hair, head, anything. Using one arm and both legs, he pushes them both to the ropes, the lighter weight wrestler fighting in vein to keep him back. He manages to get to the ropes and hook an arm, forcing the break yet again. Jazmyn shows incredible frustration, pounding her fist on the canvas. It was a move that should have put him away! Jacob rises, one arm limp and obviously in a great deal of pain.

He grits his teeth, rotates his arm to try and ease the tension and the two circle once more. Jacob fakes high but goes low, hitting Jazmyn's knee with another front kick, dropping her down on it once more. He then hits the Mongolian Chop to further disorient her, then locks on a Tiger Suplex and brings her down for another pin! ONE!!!! TTTWWWOOO!!! TTTHHHHRRRE-KICKOUT (Barely!)

She rolls out of it, cradling her agonized knee. Jacob, in frustration, gathers her up and tosses her through the ropes to the outside! He places his hands on his hips, trying to calm himself down before going outside to do further battle. Gathering Jazmyn up, he rears her head back and slams it into the time keeper's table, then whips her straight into the steps where she hits with the bad knee first! She lets out a cry of pain, slumping and falling to a seat with her back against them. Jacob gets a running start and she barely manages to dodge to the side as he dislodges the steps with a running kick!

Jaz's on the move, albeit limping a bit as she tries to put a little distance between them. Now it's Striker with a speed advantage, overtaking her and grabbing her by the head and arm to violently toss her into the guard rail. Jacob then picks Jazmyn up and hurls her over the ropes and back into the ring, promptly climbing in after her. She rises and he hits a knee lift, then pulls her into a front facelock. He lifts her vertical only for her to suddenly flip off his shoulder and land on her feet. He turns right into a roundhouse kick that rocks him! She then doubles him over with a boot to the gut, locks him in a bulldog, heads for the ropes and springboards off to bring him down with THE RAIN DROP! Jazmyn hobbles to the nearest turnpost and crouches low, measuring him up as he lays stunned. RAIN SPLASH-NO!!! Striker brings his knees up, letting her crash and burn right on them! She thrashes on impact, rolling off of him and he capitalizes quickly, locking on the near inescapable DOCTOR SLEEP!!! With only one arm free and the rest of her limbs locked up, all she can do is flail and finally tap out!

WINNER: JACOB STRIKER!!!

Spazz: She did NOT see that shit coming!

Koss: Live by the Dive, die by the dive as they say.

SEGMENT

The scene opens up backstage where we see a purple light over a dark throne, all of a sudden with a bunch of well-built men standing around it. All of a sudden walking into the view with her brand new Evil Queen of snow-white mixed with a bit of Malfiecent look is Queen B Bianca Davis herself. As she appears the men kneel before, as the Queen and leader of the Influencers has a dark sneer on her face as she saunters with the men kneeled before her she then sat on the throne crossing one leg over the other. As she rose her now more “corrupted scepter in the air to match her tall black crown. As the men still stayed knelt down as she then eyes the cameras with a huge smile as she began to speak.

Queen Bianca Davis: How fitting is this? These men knelt down before me just because they know their places in the scheme of things, that is what needs to be learned by more of you all of you disgusting fans, all of you wrestlers in the back everyone involved in SRW one thing you never truly learned was how the world works in the scheme things. Hell, the very owner of this place has belittled me and what I have done time and time again. But tonight that is all changes tonight you see what you have created the very monster that you thought couldn’t exist inside some so pristine so pretty comes out.

Bianca said with an evil smirk on her though her eyes burning with fury, something that hasn’t been seen before from the Leader of the Influencers. As the Queen spoke with a very posh accented tone.

Queen Bianca Davis: See despite all I have accomplished here is the longest-reigning Conquest Champion in history! To tag team titles, to the last ever true Ascendant Champion. I have held every title except the hardcore title, and the Queen of the South Championship. The first one I could care less about, to be honest, hardcore wrestling has never been what I am about and never will be. I am far too regal to demean myself to that level I am not a low life like Griffin Hawkins. If anything I have to commend VIP for changing that belt. Second, the Queen of the South only had one opportunity at it and came up short against Zoey Starr but I have denied my rightful title shot time and time again! All because of a bias against me and my Influencers.

Bianca said with a scowl on her face disgusted, clearly, this woman was letting out all of her feelings toward the place.

Queen Bianca Davis: Plus all of you in the back who judge me as just a pretty girl who doesn’t take this serious yet I have had more success in one year than most of you could have built-in a career. In 2021 I held five championships at once yes five but you know I am going to end my time in this company the way I began my tenure under the SRW after it was rebranded from Galatic? And that is champion. The Ultimate Conquest championship while not the Queen of the South will be a sound reminder not to underestimate me! See last show I showed why I am one if not the most dangerous women here I earned the right to challenge for that very title.

Bianca said with a look of determination, as she continued on.

Queen Bianca Davis: Kate Steele, Crystal Zunduich you two are in the crosshairs you both are trying to steal what rightfully belongs to the crown, and tonight you both will pay for that dearly see your crimes against the crown will be punished. Because neither of you are as driven as me Crystal you are the current champion a legend, yet you are the most inconsistent performer here somedays you wow people other days you fade in the background a true wallflower you are I look forward to taking that title from you giving it a champion who is always front and center, giving it the honor and dignity it craves by its last champion being the Queen of SRW Bianca Davis.

Bianca had a strong expression on her face as she clapped her hands and a man came before she propped up her feet using him as a footrest, as she continued on.

Queen Bianca Davis: Kate Steel you are the former champion, you lost the belt to Crystal Zuduich and now you think with me in the mix you will win this, let me remind you I have beaten you twice to your once in the three matches we have had together. This is the worsts move Rhodes could of made putting you in this with me, but you know what soak it in bask in my presence be honored then you can tell anyone who will listen I was their for Queen Bianca Davi’s crowning moment in SRW where she proved what she has been saying all along is the truth and all you can do after is bend the knee and say loudly.

Bianca raises her scepter up as all the men in unison say loudly.

Servants: ALL HAIL, AND LONG LIVE QUEEN BIANCA DAVIS!

Bianca laughed in loud evil cackle as she said proudly.

Queen Bianca Davis: Ah music to my ears, now I got a championship to go win.

Bianca kicks at the guy as she drops her feet and two of them grab one of her gloved hands helping her up as she saunters out of the view with her servants all following her. As the scene fades to black.

RIOT GROUP VS MECHANICAL ANIMALS

Suddenly the lights in the Rebel Star Arena all go out at once when suddenly on the video wall the signature logo of the Mechanical Animals suddenly flashes to life on the screen followed by a whirling guitar that "spins" downwards into a thundering drum opening as the lights come up low as several spotlights start to flash as Amanda Belnades strides out onto the entrance way, adjusting her glasses as Marilyn Manson's "Fight Song" continues to play

Manson: Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
And isolation is the oxygen mask
You make your children breathe in to survive

Jenny Beck: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the members of team number two. Being escorted to the ring by Amanda Belnades and Piero, weighing in tonight at a combined brutally efficient Four Hundred and Fifty Five pounds and they represent the Mechanical Animals!!!

At this point Raijin Hunter storms out onto the entrance way, pushing back the hood of his entrance gear as he slowly raises one fist into the air with a look of grim determination on his face as Wil Piece slowly follows close behind with Piero in his wake as the "Consigliere of the Mechanical Animals" makes for the fans to get more involved in the song before he waves them off with a disgusted motion before the foursome make their way down to ringside

Jenny Beck: They are the team of the "Blackheart" Wil Pierce and the "Dark Phoenix" Raijin Hunter!!

Upon reaching the ringside area, Hunter quickly climbs up the nearest turnbuckle as he slams both of his hands onto the top turnbuckle before throwing them both up into the air while both Pierce and Piero climb up onto the ring apron and wipe their boots off on the ring apron before they both climb into the ring proper, Striker quickly turning to keep an eye on the opposing team as they wrap up their entrance

Jenny Beck: AND THEIR OPPONENTS!

The siren sounds and the almost chanted vocals begin screaming out.

“S-t-a-r-t-a-r-i-o-t! S-T-A-R-T-A-R-I-O-T!”

As the riff kicks in, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and Jackie “Bandit” Layton walk through the entryway. As the two pause, Bullet shadow boxes while Bandit starts jumping up and down excitedly. Banshee starts forward, the others following right behind her, Bullet walking with laser focus on the ring while Bandit almost skips next to her. They reach the ringside area and Bullet nods. Both get in the ring and step to the center raising a fist in the air.

Jenny Beck: Alex "Bullet" Carbajal and Jackie "Bandit" Layton, The Riot Squad!!!!

Bullet and Bandit look around at the assembled crowd, both looking somewhat sad, Banshee standing on the floor with a similar look on her face as well. Will Pierce and Raijin Hunter look on as Hunter steps out to the apron leaving Pierce to start the match for their team. Bullet steps out to meet Pierce while Bandit steps out to the apron. Bullet and Pierce make their way to the center of the ring and start to circle each other, both looking for the opening to exploit a possible weakness in the respective opponent. The two lock-up in a traditional cholera dn elbow tie-up. Pierce starts to look to take Bullet down but the Colombian woman splits his grip and starts striking instead. She tags in Bandit and the two work over Pierce, each taking turns until they give him Vote With A Bullet. Bullet covers.

Pierce kicks out.

Bullet and Pierce exchange cradle attempts and then Pierce egst in a knee before making a tag to Hunter. Pierce is able to grab a hold of Bullet and then Mechanical Animals hit the Speed of Pain. Hunter covers Bullet.

Bullet kicks out.

Hunter and Pierce work her over, each taking their turn. Every time they seem ready to go for the kill, Bullet starts to get loose and starts pounding away with her fists only for a blind tag to lead to the Mechanical Animals shutting her comeback down cold. Pierce and Hunter continue to alternate, making quick tags and working Bullet voer like a well-oiled machine. The Mechanical Animals hit the Monster Mash and Hunter covers Bullet again. .

Bandit makes the save!

A fight breaks out as the Mechanical Animals try to punish Bandit for breaking up the pin. She fights back and Bullet gets back up and into the right. Both teams hammer away as the crowd cheers them on wildly, enjoying every second of the pounding they’re all dealing out on each other. Bullet works over Hunter with Sweating Bullets and Bandit dropkicks Pierce out of the ring. Riot Group gives Hunter SATB and Bullet covers him.

Hunter kicks out.

Bullet makes the tag to Bandit and they start to work him over. Pierce comes back in and gets dumped to the floor. Bullet and Bandit hit the K-Armed Bandit on Hunter and Bandit covers.

Pierce breaks it up!

Pierce and Bullet start to trade punches with Bullet taking an advantage while Bandit focuses on Hunter. Pierce backs off and then ducks one and uses Bullet’s own momentum to toss her through the ropes to the floor. He moves in and he and Hunter take over on Bandit. They hit the Misery Machine. Hunter covers.

Bandit kicks out.

Mechanical Animals set to go for the Ace of Spades but Bullet stops them. She starts to win a fight again and with Pierce knocked down, she and Bandit go for the Riotstarter on Hunter. Pierce stops them with a lariat on Bandit. Bullet and Pierce fight some mow with Hunter and Bandit getting back into the fray as well. Mechanical Animals get an opening and try for the Gran Rey Cero on Bullet but Bandit stops them with a rana on Hunter off the top. Bullet rolls into a victory roll on Pierce to move him out of the way and Bandit covers Hunter.

Hunter kicks out.

Bandit goes back up top and looks for the Snowbird Splash. Hunter moves and Bandit crashes and burns. Hunter tries to cradle her.

Bandit gets a shoulder up.

Pierce clotheslines Bullet to the floor and the Mechanical Animals withstand a flurry from Bandit before hitting the Final Smash. Hunter covers.

ONE!

TWO!

Bullet dives in but just barely too late.

THREE!

WINNERS: THE MECHANICAL ANIMALS!!!

Koss: The Mechanical Animals pick up the big win here tonight!

Spazz: If Bullet'd just been a little bit faster, that pinfall would've gotten' broke AF.

SEGMENT

Ursula just stands with her head lowered for several seconds in a darkened room. She seems as if a machine in standby mode. She's dressed for combat, swat pants, combat boots, and a tank top shirt, gloves on her hands. The camera "walks" around her, taking in the sight of her with eyes closed. It would be on the second pass that her eyes suddenly open with a slight flutter, the camera stopping directly in front of her. Slowly her head lifts and "locks into place" with that unnerving, unblinking gaze staring into the lens.

The Machine: Ursula would likely wish to say some sort of sentimental tripe about what this company means to her. SRW means absolutely nothing to me. A company ran by my enemy is something I would rather see burn to ashes. Thankfully this is the final hurrah of this accursed company and I'll not have to burn it to the ground myself.

The scowl on her face tells a thousand tales, dour and seething with anger.

The Machine: Allow me to introduce myself, I'm The Machine and I'm here only for the opportunity to avenge myself of what Ursula has allowed. I'll enter that ring without mercy and when I'm finished with Coda, may the final impression of this vessel be one of fear and awe. No more will I be reduced because of the whims of my weak sister. I'll make her watch as I destroy the things she loves for locking me away for so long, only letting me surface for brief moments when things became too difficult for her to bear. No, you'll all witness the full might and power of the true Terminator... not one who makes a mockery of my name.

Her head lowers forward, eyes still not having blinked even once.

The Machine: I don't want love and admiration, only satisfaction.

She then turns away from the camera and steps out of frame. The short scene then concludes.

CODA VS URSULA VON ROSSBACH

The Lady Terminator stands stock still, unmoving from her corner and just staring directly at Coda as the Pint-Sized Kaiju approaches. She makes no attempt to stop the strikes that come at her, just standing unnerving still. Her head rocks with each strike, but her body doesn't shift when the blows connect until suddenly UVR catches Coda's fist in her gloved hand with a loud smack. The two lock eyes and Ursula rocks Coda with a Gastrizine Kick that rocks her back several feet. The Machine then steps forward with slow, calculating menace. Coda moves in with, faking high and following with a throat thrust but Ursula slaps her hand aside. The two enter a series of strike attempts, evading and deflecting each other's blows, until BIONIC HEADBUTT knocks Coda off of her feet. Ursula reaches down to grip Coda by the throat and walks along the ring, scrubbing it with Coda's back, Coda gripping the wrist and kicking her feet with all her effort. The Machine yanks Coda up to her feet, then hoists her up for a chokeslam but Coda reverses with an Armbar! Not showing pain or feeling, UVR walks Coda over to the nearby corner, raises her up and brings her back crashing down on the turnbuckle pad, forcing her to let go as her back spasms with pain. She drops for a seat and the Lady Terminator starts to violently stomp Coda over and over in the corner, ending it with a foot choke until a count of four by the referee. Ursula steps back, Coda gripping her throat and coughing violently, only to find a knee violently rammed in her face by an oncoming Ursula. She grips Coda by the throat and lifts her up onto the top rope, then steps up onto the second rope and hops off, spinning with a diving Super Chokeslam, driving Coda violently into the canvas. UVR makes no effort to pin Coda, reveling in the sight of her unmoving body as the referee counts. At a count of eight, Coda rolls over and slowly gets to her feet. This makes Ursula actually smile.

There's a bit of swelling on the side of Coda's face, boot marks dotting her face. Ursula beckons her forth and showing no fear, Coda moves in swiftly peppering Ursula's legs with kicks. Again, she just stands there, taking the hits until one catches her knee right and it buckles! Coda then sweeps the leg and Ursula drops to one knee, opening her up for a knee facebuster that snaps Ursula back to her feet. The Machine stumbles as Coda hits the ropes and returns with a SONATA KNEE that actually causes Ursula to stagger and fall back into the corner. Coda returns, running full steam into the corner and hits THE SYMPHONIC ELBOW! Ursula takes two steps out of the corner, turns and falls flat on her back! Coda makes the cover! ONE!!! TW-THROWN OFF!!

Ursula HURLS Coda off several feet from her and sits up. She looks over her shoulder at a shocked Coda, then lays back down and kips to her feet. Coda rises as Ursula turns and she runs at her with a Yakuza kick but her foot is caught! Ursula then STOMPS her opposing knee on the side, getting a sharp cry from Coda who falls to the canvas clutching at her knee. Ursula then initiates a Garvin style series of stomps, Coda's ankle, her good knee, then her bad knee, stomach, one of her hands, and finally her face with a jumping stomp finish!

Gathering her foe by the nape of her neck, the two look into each other's eyes and Coda says something. There's a brief moment where it seems like there's a bit of confusion on Ursula's face. She drops Coda to the canvas and steps back, shaking her head and seeming as if she's fighting something. Suddenly Ursula's head whips back and she shouts out, "NEVER!!!"

She reaches for Coda who pulls Ursula right into a tight small package pin!!! ONE!!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRRE-KICKOUT!!!!

The Machine rolls out of the pinfall, getting to her feet and slapping at the side of her head for a moment. Coda moves in from behind with a chop block, taking Ursula's legs out from under her, then rises to a stomp with a few brutal stomps of her own to Ursula's body trunk. Ursula catches her foot and shoves her back, quickly rising right into a sharp Superkick that leaves her momentarily stunned. Coda moves in and gathers Ursula onto her shoulders in an impressive feat of strength. Using her surprising strength, she climbs to the very top rope with Ursula on her back, facing the crowd. Before the MAGNUM OPUS can be conducted, Ursula batters her with elbows to the side of the head, then slides off her shoulders to land behind her. She slips her head between Coda's thighs lifting her in the electric chair position, then climbs onto the top rope and falls back with a SUPER ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP, explosively slamming Coda to the canvas in brutal fashion.

Coda lays motionless as UVR gathers her up by the throat, dazed and completely out of it. She shouts, "NO MERCY!"

She then pulls her into a pumphandle hold, whips her up and drives Coda to the canvas with a STEEP Facebuster that pops her up perfectly for the kick, JUDGEMENT DAY has arrived! Coda falls flat on her back and Ursula simply puts a foot on her chest.... ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHRRREEE!!!

WINNER: URSULA VON ROSSBACH!!!

The Machine dusts her hands off. After wiping a bit of blood from her lip and nose, she calmly walks to the back as her music plays.

Spazz: I don't like the new Ursula at all. Like, I thought she was kinda' cold before, but now she's like a fuckin' refrigerator walking on two legs with the freezer door open. Fuck that's cold!

Koss: You said it. She just brutally assaulted Coda in that ring and all those attacks, did she feel anything at all?

Spazz: Survey says no, lunchbox.

SEGMENT

We are backstage at the world renown REBEL STAR ARENA, in ROME, GEORGIA with an eerie silence in the air as we watch Luther Thunder, dressed to compete along wearing a white promotional STARCRASH T-Shirt with the sleeves ripped off as he looks right into the camera with those dark piercing eyes of his.

LUTHER THUNDER: Welcome to STARCRASH folks, tonight right here in the legendary home of Southern Rebellion Wrestling. The Rebel Star Arena is packed and Rome, Georgia has been buzzing for a good while of things to come. Rumblings around talk of this all being the final show for SRW, there have been people up and down the promoted card talking about how much this company means to them, how much Melinda Rhodes means to them and how much it all meant for them to be part of this glorious ride and how come tonight June 3rd of 2022 they are going to put on their absolute very best, how they are going to go out with a bang and do this and do that.. I’m sure even the less tech-savvy of you have seen or heard of one of these wonderful, outright touching testimonials and devoted speeches by tonight. I’m sure there are even those who have heard enough of them to last a lifetime who have been hoping, praying for this day to come just so that people would shut their mouths.

He smirks at the camera, shaking his head before looking back up.

LUTHER THUNDER: I won’t blame you. I understand loyalty, I understand devotion and dedication to the company you promote. I praise people for such things but what has been grinding my gears ever since this show was announced and all this time leading up tonight is that I don’t believe a single solitary word out of these people. Why? Are you actually wondering why I would do that? Well because I’ve been in this business long enough to know better, because I’ve heard people say these same things about every damn company I’ve been in and every single one of them going down and out, it seems like people suddenly get a surge of life into them. Similar to the old saying that people who have been sick or elderly for a long time and people expect them to leave this world at any given moment, seem to get a whole ton of energy, get better and get going again until their time is up. This could be a valid reason for people’s outpouring support for SRW leading up to tonight or it could actually be something far less divine, something far further away from noble and righteous. It could just be people trying to work themselves up into a better public image, they want to spindoctor the narrative of things and they are assuming that Melinda Rhodes is not the type of woman who sticks to her guns, who doesn’t do what she says. They are playing the long game and assuming that if they show this support to her now then she will remember them if she changes her mind or in the sheer hopes that Mel will look up on them favorably for this dedication and loyalty. It saddens me to think that you would even think of foolin’ her like that, despite all the love you have for her and this company.

The big man cracks his knuckles and there is almost a seeable fire in his eyes.

LUTHER THUNDER: Now before you all go out of your way to call me cynical, a spoilsport or an outright bitter and jaded so and so..let me tell you why this all disgusts me so much. It’s because I am not one of you, I am nothing like you. There are those who might wonder just why I haven’t joined in on the people for this lovefest. Answer is quite simple. I do not have to. Since I got signed to this company as it’s first male signing, might I add. I have been consistent, like clockwork when my name is on those promotional posters. When I am advertised, I show up and I deliver. Win or lose, whatever type of match I was ever in. People could bank on the fact that Luther Thunder was going to be there. I’ve fought tooth and nail against every single opponent who’s been put in front of me. No matter how many of them have been in the match. There are those in the ranks who have come and gone, who have used this place as a revolving door for paychecks. Some have literally been part of this place just to cash those checks while not uttering out a single solitary thing about how much they loved being here or that they were here to begin with. A while ago a mass firing happened after a match, there have been notable cases of people who have made more of an impression to SRW leaving it than they ever did being part of it. I’ve stood firm throughout all that turmoil. Not once has anyone had to wonder and ponder “oh gee I wonder if Luther is sticking around?” Not once has the powers that be had to wonder if I was worth keeping around. There is not a company part of this industry I could not walk into and wrestle if I so chose. I’ve gotten offers elsewhere, taken them but SRW has not been any “less of a priority” to me despite it. My body of work or motivation has not wavered even when I was a champion elsewhere and I was fighting to just fill up the card here.

He cracks his knuckles while picking up a steel chair to lean up against to look into the camera.

LUTHER THUNDER: I’ve fought champions, up and down the card. Every spot of it all. I created the Ultimate Conquest division. I was the man who unified the Ascendant Championship along with the Ultimate Conquest Championship to create the division that exists today. I fought CCM, a man who I traded wins with for that championship, a man who despite his size and his clear attitude problem held some of the biggest and most prestigious accolades this company has. His name may not get mentioned these days nor won’t his accomplishments but I am bringing that up because whatever you thought about that limey runt. He did a lot for this company, he made himself a pretty big name here, beating some of the best names to ever graced this roster with their presence and me? I beat him. I fought Ursula Von Rossbach more than once or twice and she is arguably the biggest talent this roster has had and a true testament to what SRW was about. I went to hell and back with Juliet Motherfrickin’ Black. My blood, my sweat and my tears were poured into that division, my heart beat for Ultimate Conquest and when I lost it to CODA I was sure the division was in good hands. Instead I had to watch Kate Steele steal that championship as an accessory to her lil’ rockstar daydream. I’ve watched people like her and Crystal fight for that championship, the very title that I embodied for such a good while and barely bother to promote it. So when I say that I built that division and made it what was? If anyone doubts me look at the state it is in now and see that I am not just here flapping my gums.

There is a snarl in his breath before he goes on that broad chest heaving a bit.

LUTHER THUNDER: So after all that I’ve done for SRW, how I worked for every single one of my matches, for my shots at championships time and time again me. I am sorry if I don’t have the patience or the understanding to see why this is the show everyone finally decides to bring their best. Why would you wait for the very last show to give people your best. I brought my best night in and night out under the SRW banner. It didn't matter what show or town we were at, it could have been a live event or a pay per view; it didn't make a difference. Luther Thunder brought it to that ring, to each and every opponent and all of the fans whether they cheered for me or not. It made no difference to me where on the show I was or did I have other companies to prepare for at the time. Southern Rebellion Wrestling always got the very best of me, so to me? Watching you spew this lip service, this drivel about how great this ride has been and how much you appreciate all you’ve gotten now.. It sickens me, it’s an outright insult to those like me who did it anyway, every day. Worst of all it’s a complete bold faced lie to the face of the owner and the company that gave you all these opportunities and chances to showcase yourself in some cases where others had already turned on you and shunned you away. Some who never deserved a second or third chance in the first place.

He kicks the steel chair open and seats himself on it.

LUTHER THUNDER: So tonight when I go out there for the MAIN EVENT for the King/Queen Of The South Championship in the 7 tables of Doom match against our reigning champion Rissa Jackson against Hirata Dokueki and against Halo. You don’t have to ask yourselves if I am prepared to put my opponent through those tables or am I willing to go through those tables myself. Those of you who saw the matches between myself and Juliet Black know full well what I am capable of and you could have 7 tables or 17 tables it won’t make a difference to me, I’m not saying this to look down at my opponents, I am not saying this because I feel like I’m better than everybody. I am saying this because all of you are watching this match, be it here in the Rebel Star Arena or around the world. You can be a fan, a peer or Melinda Rhodes herself but the fact still remains the same. For me this isn’t “the last show where you have to put out your all” this isn’t “going out with a bang” this isn’t “one last chance to leave a lasting impression” For me? For Luther Thunder, it’s just like every other show I’ve had in this company and just like every match I have had in Southern Rebellion Wrestling!

Without warning he jumps up to his feet kick’s the chair shut and flings it to the concrete wall behind him.

LUTHER THUNDER: It’s business as usual, remember this one folks because there may just not be another one like it afterwards anymore.

He grabs the camera, yanking it right in his face as we see that wide Chessire cat-like smirk of his voice, a sinister deep baritone.

LUTHER THUNDER: See you out there ladies, I’ll give you something to tweet about!

He slaps the camera away and we film the wall and dented steel chair in front of it before the show goes elsewhere.

THE TRIAL OF GRIFFIN HAWKINS
SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE MATCH
BRUCE RAGE VS GRIFFIN HAWKINS
REFEREE: VANCE ISAAC PARKER

VIP and Bruce Rage are in the ring. Bruce's music stops as he's pacing....waiting for Griffin. He starts shouting "come on out!" towards the entrance ramp. Just then they are interrupted by a familiar sound of Violins.

Koss: ...what the....

The Violins are followed by drums as we see a familiar group. Mongolian men appear on the ramp with instruments. From behind the curtain comes a man with blonde spikey hair with a mic of his own, joining the group.

Spazz: Oh shit...thats Jacoby Shaddix of Papa Roach! It's the muthafuckin' Hu son!

The group begin their performance as the crowd begins to lose their minds.

"If the lions want war
We gon' fight until the battle ends
Арслан ирвээс алалдан уралдъя
If the tigers come running
We gon' fight them to the bloody end
Барс ирвээс байлдан уралдъя
When the elephants come
They gon' bow to my brethren
Заан ирвээс жанчилдан уралдъя
Lock 'em in a cage
Parade them to the lion's den"

The music picks up as the crowd has turned into a giant mosh pit.

"Хүн ирвээс хүчилдэн уралдъя
Бид арслан ирвээс алалдан уралдъя
Барс ирвээс байлдан уралдъя
Заан ирвээс жанчилдан уралдъя
Хүн ирвээс хүчилдэн уралдъя"

Over at the announcer's table Spazz seems to be standing on the table headbanging to the song.

Spazz: BUUUURRRRMM SUN GOTSOME TER-R-R-BLE GIGGITY!!!!

Koss: Dude... sit down, you don't speak the lingo!

Spazz: Doesn't stop me from chanting German shit when Rammstein plays!

I breathe fire like a dragon killing demons
Am I go hard? Yeah, we gonna seize the day
Hellfire, rain it down upon my people
If ya gonna bring the evil, we could bury it today
We all been lost, we all been called
Everyone rise to a brethren code
We got your back, we all been low
Let's all rise to the brethren code

We all been lost, we all been called
Everyone rise to a brethren code
We got your back, we all been low
Let's all rise to the brethren code

Өдөөд ирвээс өрсөлдөн тэмцэе
Аравт болон аянгалан ниргэе
Зуут болон зүрхэнд нь ниргэе
Мянгат болон мөргөлдөн ниргэе
Түмт болон тэнгэрээр ниргэе

Үерлэн ирвээс үхэлдэн үзэлцье
Нөмрөн ирвээс нүдэлдэн уралдъя
Нисэлдэн ирвээс харвалдан унагъя
Цахилан ирвээс цавчилдан тэмцье

Just then from behind the curtain emerges Griffin Hawkins in full viking gear. He has his armor strapped on, a sword at his hip, and a Warrior helmet with chainmail masking him.

Spazz: The fuck is he wearing a Viking helmet for? It looks dumb!

Koss: He'll club you with that thing if you keep talking smack, Mikey.

He nods to the band, and to Jacoby as they exchange a bro to bro hug before he walks down to the ring. VIP immediately gets out of the ring, taking Bruce with him for protection. As Griffin walks up the stairs, he takes off his helmet....revealing the top of his face to be covered in black war paint with lines going down his cheeks. His hair is done in warrior braids.

Spazz: Oh man..Griff has gone muthafuckin' Nordic and shit!

Koss: This entrance is all about intimidation...I dunno if Bruce is intimidated, but I'm pretty sure VIP is.

Spazz: Good thing Vipster is wearing dark trousers yo!

Staring hard for several seconds at Griff were Bruce Rage with current reigning ~~Hardcore~~ “Purification” champion Vance Isaac Parker…whom was specifically wearing his classic “I beat Griffin Hawkins” shirt, but the long sleeve version, where the sleeves were white and black striped to symbolize his role tonight.

In the ring, Griffin and VIP came eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose, with VIP pointing at his shirt and stating he’s the one to enforce the rules tonight. Griff balls up his fists at his side and VIP lets out a hearty belly laugh. “Do it, get yourself disqualified for striking an official!” and before Griff could strike, Bruce clobbers him from behind with a double-fisted sledge! Griff drops to a knee after the thunderous strike while VIP egged him on. Bruce kicked the side of Griff’s face, sending him to the mat in a huff. With a nudge of his foot, Bruce kicks Griff over onto his back, then places his foot on top of the perennial fan favorite’s chest, flexing menacingly as VIP drops down to slap the mat.

1!
2 -

…But Griff kicks out of the cocky pin with authority!

Griffin could have sworn that count came off as fast, but VIP assured him that was his normal cadence used for this match. He turned back to face Bruce, who picked him up in a massive scoop slam, carrying him over his shoulder like a water delivery man, but it’s Griffin that slips out the back door. Bruce roars and turns around, right into a high knee to the face from Griff, which staggers the big man! Griff does it again, this time sending Bruce to his knee. From there Griff steps through the ropes and onto the apron. He heads toward the ringpost while VIP coincidentally leans against the ropes to “get comfortable”...and “accidentally” knocks Griffin to the floor. VIP then checks on Bruce who confirms he can continue this match, then directs VIP to the outside, where our referee just so happens to see one participant lying outside the ring. “Oh, ring out, that means I have to count you out!”

1!
2!
3!
4!

Griffin sits up, noting that cadence seems to be awfully fast!

5!
6!
7!
8 -

Quickly Griffin darts back into the ring under the bottom rope, right as Bruce charges at him with a punt kick to the face!

This time Bruce makes another cover, with Griff stacked up on his shoulders as VIP drops into position.

1!
Bruce grabs the middle rope for leverage.
2!
…
Griffin rolls the shoulder up just before VIP’s hand comes down for three. As VIP looks up, he sees Bruce holding the rope though. Bruce lets go of the pin and VIP gets into his face, “admonishing” him over his blatant use of leverage. Or at least that’s what it looked like to the live crowd. Griffin meanwhile sits up and shakes his head at this obvious sham of a match, but somehow he had to win in order to finally get VIP.

VIP and Bruce finally break, with VIP miming a wrist slap and telling him “don’t do that again, wink” to Griffin’s wide eye roll response. The two meet in the center once more, with Griffin taking the advantage by sliding into a rear waistlock. He starts to pull Bruce up, but he feels enormously heavy. He tries again, but again Bruce plants himself firmly. Griff takes a deep breath and again heaves…when the camera pans around to see VIP holding Bruce’ hands, providing the direct counter pressure to Griffin’s suplex attempts! Griffin finally says screw it, and pulls harder, this time getting the two off their feet in the most ugly half baked version of a half-and-half overhead throw ever. Bowling shoe ugly like. Griffin gets across Bruce in a lateral press, unbeknownst to VIP whom is getting up from the suplex slowly.

“Hey, c’mon mister rules lawyer!”

VIP, upon hearing his name slowly turns to see Griffin in the cover. Begrudgingly he starts the count.

1……………………

2……………………………

Bruce Rage kicks out, to the surprise of absolutely no one. Griff rolls his eyes as VIP very deliberately informs him “it was just a two count”. Nevertheless Griff gets up, Bruce follows, and as Griff grabs the big man, instead Bruce takes Griff by the shirt and powerlifts him into the air. He holds him there for a moment, pressing him up and down three times, before hurling him down precariously across the top ring ropes!

VIP points and laughs at Griff as he slowly slides off the rope, clutching at his midsection while Bruce roars. He picks up Griff, and powerbombs him with authority! Griff crumpled up on the mat as Bruce leans into a pin, using his body as leverage against a crumpled jukebox hero. VIP is miraculously quick to jump into position to count the fall.

1!
2!

Griffin barely lifts his shoulder off the mat!

VIP and Bruce get up, at this time exchanging looks and questioning why this totally-legitimate-match wasn’t over yet. It was at that moment there was a tap on VIP’s shoulder. Followed by a rousing roar from the crowd………….

It’s Griffin! VIP spins around, and almost walks into a Shot in the Dark superkick, but he backsteps just in time! Griff was in position, while VIP quickly regained his composure, insisting “do it”, as he pointed at the stripes on his long sleeves. Griff remains stoically focused on VIP as the tension in the arena turns to boos…then cheers, as Griff without averting his eyes from VIP, reaches back with his foot and nails Bruce Rage in the face with the Shot in the Dark superkick!

Without taking his eyes off VIP, Griff drops down into an emphatic cover, and a hoof of the leg over Bruce. VIP hesitates while Griff mouths “but the rules say…”

For the first time in SRW, VIP was left speechless, his face white as a ghost, and eyes full of abject terror. The crowd singing along…

“FOLLOW RULES!”

Clap, clap, clapclapclap!

Not because they believed in the rulebook, but instead they knew what had happened. Griff had dispatched VIP’s muscle, and there was nothing he could do to dispute it…

VIP drops into position.

1…….his expression remained in anger while Griff’s smiled maliciously, devilishly even.

2…………………in what seemed to be an extraordinarily long count of VIP taking his sweet time, he knew if he didn’t count, then all his months of rulebook thumping would be shattered. He had to uphold the rules…..

3……………………………….Griffin Hawkins had beaten VIP at his own game, against overwhelming odds, overwhelming numbers, the time for running was over.

Jenny Beck: The winner of the match, and the NNNEEEEWWWWW number one contender to the SRW ~~Hardcore~~ “Purification” title…GRRRRIIIFFFFFIIIINNNNN!!!! HAAAWWWKKKIIINNNSSS!!!!

WINNER: GRIFFIN HAWKINS!!!

VIP was fast to get up and get out of the ring as Griff shot up and motioned around his waist, demanding VIP get back in the ring to finally settle this.

Vance Isaac Parker: Oh Griffin….congratulations on the trials but I’m sorry our princess is in another castle. Too many things to do tonight, and pick up my second victory over you is not one of those things. You understand, I hope. Raincheck?

VIP places the microphone back at the timekeeper’s booth and starts to exit through the crowd…but thinks better of it as a group of fans crowds the barricade where he tries to enter. Instead he walks up the ringside floor and to the aisle, with Griff standing in the ring, his hands out, shoulders shrugged, an an audible “what the ***” could be heard from his mouth…

Spazz: Look at that motherfucker just run off like a bitch!

Koss: It's almost as if he knows tonight is our last night and Griff can't touch him without a sanctioned match on the spot!

SEGMENT

We catch Kate Steele in the backstage area. She could be seen putting on her wrestling boots as her eyes look right into the camera. An evil grin escapes her lips as she begins to speak.

Kate: Bloody fucking hell… It looks like StarCrash is upon us isn’t it?! On the very last show I had the sad misfortune of losing my Ultimate Conquest Championship to Crystal Zdunich. Crystal is a very close personal friend of mine. I know she has dealt with her share of hardships and she has been through a lot of things. Did she get the best of me?!

Kate nods her head.

Kate: Yes… She did beat me and because of such she was able to finally win the Ultimate Conquest Championship. Now as great as it was for her to win the championship, I am sorry to say that this fairytale is going to end. Not because she isn’t worthy of being a champion but because I am the best pure wrestler on the roster. It’s a fucking fluke that she won the title from me in the first place. Everybody knows how amazing I am when it comes to submission based wrestling. I know submission move after submission move. I know how to tap out people and I will do whatever it takes to get that title back.

Kate shakes her head as she continues to speak some more.

Kate: I am going to break you down. I going to mentally and physically break you down, and I will get my championship back! I love you Crystal. You have taught me so many things but your life outside is an absolute mess. You did win the title but how great are you at actually maintaining a championship and being able to hold onto it?! You know damn well that you can’t defend that title. Your track record has always followed you so I expect you to lose this title in your first defense. You are a choke artist and this time I am going to choke you the fuck out.

Kate shakes her head as she speaks some more.

Kate: Hell and I see Bianca is also in this match as well. The two of us have history with one another, and it is mostly a hated history. We fought one another in GZWA and we went to war in this company. As much as we fought one another the fact is when it came to her trying to take the Conquest title from me she just couldn’t get the job done. I always found a way to deny her and go right through her. So what has changed in this time?!

Kate giggles.

Kate: Absolutely nothing! She hasn’t changed and I doubt that she will beat me in this match. All things must come to an end and through everything that is inside of me I plan to do whatever it takes to get my championship back. I wish you the best but I will be champion again whether you want to or not! Best of luck, you both will certainly need it. Cheers…

With that Kate nods her head as we fade out on this image.

OVERDRIVE CHAMPIONSHIP REMATCH
~~FATAL FOURWAY~~ TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
CHELSEA SKYE(C) VS TRACY DIXON VS ~~BLAIR JACKSON~~ VS AZURINE VEBBINS

As Blair Jackson didn't show up, Chelsea Skye, Tracy Dixon, and Azurine Vebbins face off in a triple threat instead. Right off the bad Chelsea and Azzy exchange shots back and forth, brawling right off the bat, Dixon watches on for a moment, waiting for her perfect moment. Chelsea gets Azzy in the corner and starts to chop her chest over and over repeatedly. It's then that Tracy moves in with a mad rush and hits the KENTUCKY BLIND DATE, squashing both women in the corner with a flying leap. Azzy falls for a seat in the corner while Chelsea staggers back with Tracy, who lifts her up and hits Chels with a backdrop right on her head! Chelsea curls up, cradling her skull and kicking her leg! Tracy gets up, flexing her arms a bit, then rushes in and hits a SECOND KENTUCKY BLIND DATE on Azzy in the corner, pulling her back on impact into a scoop slam on top of a downed Chelsea! She then hits the ropes and runs at the two, Azzy moves out of the way to let Chelsea take the brunt of running body splash pin! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THR-BROKEN UP by Azzy Vebbins!

Tracy gets up eating a few quick shots by Azzy, who whips her to the ropes but Tracy reverses, whipping Azzy but Azzy revereses the reverse and pulls herself into Tracy with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissor takedown! She rolls to her feet, doing a little salsa dance until she turns right into Chelsea Skye's ANGEL'S RECKONING FACEBUSTER! Tracy gets to her feet and is rocked back a few steps by a dropkick from Chels, only to run back at her with a wicked running lariat! Chelsea ducks it, popping Tracy with a few fast jabs and a Superkick-No! Tracy catches her leg and pulls Chels in for an improvised Exploder Suplex into the corner! Tracy gets up and Azzy boots her in the gut and hits THE CRUCIFIX DDT!!! On impact she rolls Tracy over for the pin! ONE!! TWO!!! TH-KICK OUT!!!

Chels pulls herself up in the corner, setting herself up. Azzy eases Tracy up and pulls her into a standing headscissor and as she does this, Chelsea rushes in, runs up Tracy's back with a Clotheslines Azzy off her feet, both landing on the canvas. Chelsea gets to her feet as Tracy uprights herself. Chels hits the ropes and Tracy times it perfectly, ducking down as Chels gets close, catching and lifting her for a body press. She walks the Champ to the ropes and HURLS her out of the ring to the floor below! Azzy Vebbins sneaks in from behind with a roll up on Tracy, pulling her into a schoolgirl pin! ONE!!! TWO!!!! TTTTHHHRRE-KICKOUT!!! Azzy gets launched into the ropes with a surprised shout! She's on her feet and combination of a back elbow, forearm, and backfist from Tracy staggers her. She then grabs Azzy by the head and drops with THE MOONSHINE MAKEOVER! Rolling Vebbins over, Tracy makes the pin! ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRRRE-BROKEN UP by Chelsea Skye slingshotting herself up and over the ropes for a splash!

Chelsea and Tracy are on their feet, trading shots back and forth! An Enziguri kick out of nowhere gets ducked by Trace who drives her elbow in the back of Chelsea's head sending her into the arms of Azurine Vebbins who hits THE PEARLY GATE KEEPER on Chelsea Skye, laying her flat out on the canvas! Azzy rolls to the ropes and Tracy charges right at her. Ducking her shoulder, Azzy manages the impressive feat of using Tracy's momentum combined with a thrust of her shoulder to lift the big girl up and over the ropes to the outside! Azzy then jumps on Chelsea, hooking the leg! ONE!!! TTTWWWOOO!!! TTTTHHHRRREEE!!

WINNER AND NEW OVERDRIVE CHAMPION: AZURINE VEBBINS!!!

Koss: That could not have happened to a better gal! Azzy truly is one of the sweetest people in any locker room.

Spazz: Fuck! I thought for sure that Dixon was gonna' nab this bitch. She was just manhandling everybody in that ring!

Koss: Power isn't everything and Azzy was just a step ahead tonight.

SEGMENT

TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP TORNADO TAG MATCH
SOCIALITES VS WILDSIDE

At the bell, all four combatants rush in, Zenna and Seleana looking ready to fight while Danielle and Vanessa look to hit and run and keep moving. Seleana and Zenna come straight ahead and the Page Sisters split, Danielle going to the right, Vanessa to the left. Tiffany Lynn waits in position on the floor as Seleana chooses to come for Danielle while Zenna goes after Vanessa. Tiffany Lynn grabs Seleana’s ankle and Daniells uses the distraction to get a knee in on the tall blonde Swede. Danielle sends Seleana out to the floor as Vanessa and Zenna trade shots, Vanessa clearly trying to stay away from a fistfight while Zenna is trying to initiate one as quickly as possible. Tiffany Lynn moves to make sure Seleana doesn’t get up too quickly allowing Danielle to clip Zenna from behind in her bad ankle. The Page Sisters work over Zenna and then set for the spike piledriver. Seleana tries to get back up but the Page Sisters send her back to the floor. Vanessa goes for the cover on Zenna.

Zenna kicks out.

The Socialites put the boots to her and then go to the corners, looking for the Bling Bling but Seleana shoves Danielle off before she can do hers. Vanessa comes off and Zenna moves so that Vanessa drives her fist into nothing but canvas. Seleana comes in and assaults Vanessa while Zenna rolls to the ropes. Zenna pops up and Seleana gets Vanessa up for the springboard doomsday device. Zenna throws an arm over for a cover.

Vanessa kicks out.

Seleana gets Vanessa up in the electric chair again. Zenna goes to the top to look for the assisted dropkick. Danielle crotches Zenna on top and Vanessa gets Seleana in a victory roll.

Seleana kicks out.

Danielle superplexes Zenna off and Vanessa looks for the cover but Seleana hits bg boots in succession on both of them. Seleana starts to pound away until Tiffany Lynn climbs up onto the apron. Seleana takes a swing at her but Tiffany Lynn drops to the floor. Danielle comes up behind the blonde Swede and gets her in an O’Connor roll while Vanessa does the same to the red-haired Swede directly across from them on the other side.

Wildside kicks out in stereo.

The Socialites are propelled into each other and bounce back into dueling roll-ups from Seleana and Zenna.

The Socialites kick out in stereo.

All four slowly get to their feet and start exchanging punches. Wildside quickly starts to take over but both Page Sisters rake the eyes of the Zdunich Sisters. Vanessa and Danielle dropkick Zenna’s legs and then look for the Mean Girls on Seleana. Zenna cuts off Danielle as she runs and starts to fight off Vanessa. Danielle comes up behind Seleana and pulls her into a cradle where the Socialite is pulling the tights.

Seleana kicks out.

Tiffany Lynn throws the perfume bottle to Vanessa and looks to motion to Danielle. Zenna hits a baseball slide on Tiffany Lynn that sends her crashing into the barricade to the delight of the onlooking crowd. Vanessa looks to spray Seleana but Zenna tackles her own sister so that Vanessa sprays Danielle instead. Wildside stands up and hits a double spinebuster on Vanessa and then clothesline the momentarily blinded and screaming Danielle to the floor. Seleana grabs Vanessa and puts her up. Zenna goes to the top and Wildisde makes Vanessa Page Ride The Lightning. Zenna covers Vanessa.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNERS AND NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: WILDSIDE!!!

Koss: Back in the championship books comes Wildside after such a long hiatus due to the horrible injuries that they suffered late last year.

Spazz: Team Zdunich Sisters FOR LIFE yo!

Koss: Hey you finally learned how to say it right.

Spazz: Only took me five years.

ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
SUBMISSION TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
CHRISTINA ZDUNICH(C) VS BIANCA DAVIS VS KATE STEELE

The match began with Crystal and Kate arguing with each other, in each other's faces. Kate shoves Crystal and Crystal shoves back. Very quickly the two devolve into a rolling brawl on the canvas. Bianca just relaxes outside the ring, rolling her eyes and chuckling at the two as they work each other over. Forearms, knuckle blows, and even a bit of biting and hair pulling occur. The two finally get on their feet and get serious, Crystal booting Kate in the gut and hitting a facebuster. She takes a moment to jack jaws at Bianca, demanding she gets in. Bianca tells her to come to her! Crystal starts to oblige when Kate suddenly pulls her down for a roll up pin! ONE! TW-KICKOUT! Bianca almost got in the ring for that, but slides back out quickly. Minion hands her a fan which she then waves in her face, yawning.

Crystal and Kate trade shots back and forth, suddenly a boot to the gut and FLASHING LIGHTS KICK! Down goes Kate. Crystal goes to capitalize, but Bianca trips her up outside with a laugh. Crystal slides out after her and Bianca runs back into the ring, hopping over the out cold form of Kate. Crystal slides under the ropes, she goes for the kick, but Bianca ducks, hitting the ropes and springboarding and catching Crystal with THE QUEEN'S MAKEOVER! She goes for the cover! ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-BROKEN UP by Kate Steele! Bianca gets to her feet and gets into a brawl with a dazed Steele, winning the exchange with a spinning heel kick. Crystal is on her feet and catches Bianca from behind with a release German Suplex! Bianca hits the canvas with a skid and rolls right out of the ring to the floor!

Crystal and Kate are on their feet and the two trade shots back and forth, renewing their original brawl with added heat. Back and forth, dropping bombs on each other right in the middle of the ring. The two start to tire... They fail to notice Bianca sliding back into the ring. She catches them off guard with a running low chop block, taking out both women's legs out from under them. They land on their stomachs and before they can recover, Bianca takes one leg from each and bends them back in a DOUBLE SINGLE LEG CRAB!!! She wrenches back, holding them both effectively. Crystal starts to pull herself towards the ropes but they're so far away and Kate is losing her mind with pain. All it takes is one to tap and that's what happened! Kate Steele taps out!

WINNER AND NEW ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: BIANCA DAVIS!!!

Spazz: What the fuck, are you serious?

Koss: Bianca Davis has said it all along, underestimate her at your peril and Crystal and Kate both underestimated the HELL out of the Queen B!

Spazz: She didn't even win cheap yo! Not one fucking Perfume bottle or anything!

Koss: It's kind of refreshing, no doubt.

SEGMENT

The scene opens on a living room, tastefully decorated with white furniture, a large bay window with white curtains fluttering in the breeze, showing a view of the beach. The floor is made of hardwood, and there's not a sound to be heard. Until light footsteps can be heard approaching. Risa Jackson, more affectionately known as the Super Tiger, comes into frame, wearing a white tiger mask with gold and red accents. She wears a simple white sundress and red flats, and, dwarfing her with its size, the Queen of the South Championship sits perched on her shoulder. The young Asian woman takes a seat in one of the armchairs facing the camera, smoothing out her dress before she looks up, and begins to speak.

"Kon'nichiwa, SRW faithful! It is I, your current, reigning, defending Queen of the South, the one, the only, Super Tiger!"

Though one hand holds the massive title in place, she raises the other in a peace sign, cocking her head to the side with closed eyes and a wide grin, her signature photo pose. She holds it for a couple seconds before giggling, looking back into the camera. She crosses her legs, clears her throat, and continues.

"Many said what I achieved would not be possible. That there was no way this tiny little Japanese girl who relied too much on aerial maneuvers and high flying offense could become a World Champion. For a long time, I believed those people."

Images flash across the screen. A much younger Super Tiger, clutching the WWR Tag Team Championship. The brief run when she forwent her mask, and wrestler as simply RISA. The dark, brooding stare of the SuperNova. The happier, more upbeat Cosmic Swan.

"Because of their words, I tried to change who I was. Tried to become what everyone else thought a World Champion should be. I stopped flying. I worked on the accuracy and brutality of my strikes. Put on muscle mass. Yet each and every change garnered the same results. I would wrestle in a title match, against opponents I had beaten before, as Super Tiger, only to fall. Falling, and failing to capture that which I was pursuing."

She sits in silence for a moment. The breeze is gentle, the fluttering of the curtains barely audible to the microphone set up in the room. The Queen of the South continues.

"I took a good hard look at myself. Went to those I trusted. Asked what they thought I should do. Melinda Rhodes. Ursula Von Rossbach. My adoptive mother, FM Young. More friends than I can count. And do you know what they all said to me?"

She grins, tapping her chin, before setting the title across her lap.

"They all said to me that no matter how much I tried to change. No matter how many different personas and fighting styles and attitudes I went through, one thing remained constant in their mind. Despite whatever I was calling myself at the time, I would always be Super Tiger to them. Or Tigs. Or Tiggy. Something with each and everyone of those answers caused a spark to flicker. Starting in my mind, working it's way through my body before blasting through to my heart and soul!"

She throws both hands up, looks around, and sheepishly lowers her hands, having disturbed the peaceful tranquility of the setting around her.

"So I did what had to be done. There was no question in my mind anymore. I had to become the Super Tiger again. So I did. And shortly thereafter? I became the BWF Revolution-X champion."

She nods slowly, her hand tap, tap, tapping away at the plate in her lap.

"Then Melinda Rhodes came to me. To recognize me for my hard work, determination, and the sheer will I'd been showing since joining Southern Rebellion Wrestling. A title opportunity against an old friend. The woman who'd taken the WWR CHAOS Title from me. Halo. I was ecstatic. I spent every waking moment in the gym that I wasn't on the road. And then? When the time came?"

Finally the Super Tiger raises the Queen of the South Title with both hands over her head, the widest possible smile she can have on her face.

"Halo and I had a match that could only be described as an instant classic, and I pushed through pain and tiredness to overcome the champ, and win the match!"

She lowers the belt again, now holding it upright and facing the camera.

"Tonight, I face Halo, Dokueki, and Luthor Thunder in a brutal match to determine the King or Queen of the South before our break. But I have something going for me that none of my competitors have."

The Asian luchadora smiles softly, giggling just a bit.

"Things are on the upswing for me. After being pushed down, over and over and over again, I've finally gotten to my feet. I've bared my chest and clenched my fists, and I'm climbing. I now know where I'm wanted. I know who my TRUE friends are. I've finally found someone who has been through the same situations as myself, and we've grown quite close to each other in our short time together."

Risa stands up, hooking the belt around her waist.

"And I have this. The Queen of the South Championship. If any one of my competitors thinks that taking this away from me is going to be easy? Well, they don't know the Super Tiger. They aren't stepping into the ring with Risa Jackson. Or the SuperNova, or even the Cosmic Swan. Tonight, they step into the ring with a woman who's finally found herself, wholly and completely, and will fight until her final breath to walk out of Violent Intentions as YOUR Queen of the South!"

Risa strikes another pose, one arm cocked out to the side with her fist on her hip. Peace sign up next to her face on the other.

"HALO! LUTHOR! HIRATA! It's time for you to meet the true form of the ever changing, always training, constantly evolving, never stopping, born to usher in a new age of puroresu to the world woman who is…"

She throws up her hands, wide open and palms out before clenching her fists and bring them back down in front of her with a determined smile on her face.

"SUPER TIGER RESU!!! QUEEN OF THE SOUTH!!! CHAMPIONSHIP STYLE RESU… GO!!!!"

She spins on her heel, holding her arms out before striking her pose one last time. She gives the camera a wink as the scene fades to black.

MAIN EVENT
K/QoTS CHAMPIONSHIP
7 TABLES OF DOOM
A match pioneered in Delany's Extreme wRasslin' Promotion many years ago, the objective of this elimination match is brutally simple: You must put your opponent through seven tables.
HIRATA DOKUEKI VS LUTHER THUNDER VS RISA JACKSON(C) VS HALO

There are tables surrounding the ring in every direction, Tables even lining the aisle, making entrances on the way to the ring a bit difficult There are even stacks of three on either side of the ring! One thing was readily clear, however, combat outside the ring was going to be impossible due to the amount of tables crowding ringside. The four competitors are in their corners after their entrances and the bell chimes thrice. The Poison Dragon wastes no time, going after whom she considers the biggest threat. With her Kanabo in hand, she charges at Luther Thunder. Halo, meanwhile, goes after the one who took her championship from her, Risa Jackson. The two are engaged in an athletic brawl with several flips and dodges between rather spectacular kicks and strikes! Thunder shows impressive agility for a big man, dodging Dokueki's fast, heavy swings of her weapon! A Cartwheel into an Enziguri catches Risa off guard. Thunder catches Doku's weapon and she just uses it to launch herself into a surprise leaping roundhouse that catches him in the temple. A gut thrust with the Kanabo doubles him over and follows that with THE SHINING BLACK! Halo aims Risa for one of the stacks of tables, hoisting her up! She gets a running start and Risa slips out of her grasp, landing behind her. A leaping dropkick sends Halo flipping over the ropes. Halo grips the ropes and flips herself onto the apron, then rises right into a roundhouse kick from Risa. One hand slips off, but Halo keeps a firm grip of the ropes, her other arm swaying wildly. Risa leaps back further and gets a running start, leaping with both knees out for a Meteora... HALO DROPS TO THE APRON! Risa goes flying knees first through three stacked tables outside!!!

RISA: 3 HALO: 0 LUTHER: 0 DOKU: 0

She lays in the wreckage as Halo goes back inside. In the ring Thunder, after a grueling exchange suddenly lets out a roar, picking Doku up and throwing her out of the ring into a double stacked table!

RISA: 3 HALO: 0 LUTHER: 0 DOKU: 2

He leans pumps his fists and turns right into Halo's RATTLEHEAD DDT! But he doesn't go down, he catches her, freeing his head from the Front Facelock and there he gets a running start and throws Halo out of the ring into the far Triple Stack table!!!

RISA: 3 HALO: 3 LUTHER: 0 DOKU: 2

Luther stands alone in the ring, beating his chest with a roar. How would they throw this beast of a man into a table?! Dokueki is the first in the ring, glaring at Luther. She rushes in faking high and low, only to hit him with a hard Muay Thai kick right in the gut! He doubles back a step, then comes at her with a Lariat, Doku ducks it, hitting a hard headbutt in his right shoulder blade! He answers with a backhand, but again Doku ducks and hits him with a double palm strike right in his chest that rocks him back a step. The two brawl back and forth with Hirata answering most of Luther's strikes until a hard gut kick doubles her over. He straddles her head, whips her up over his head and runs her towards the last triple stack tables with a Military Press Throw! Doku is launched out of the ring through one of the two last triple stack of tables!!!

RISA: 3 HALO: 3 LUTHER: 0 DOKU: 5

Suddenly Luther turns right into a wicked Diving Missile Dropkick that sends him staggering back right into a chop block from Halo to the back of his leg, throwing the big man back and into the ropes. Halo and Risa look to each other and then rush at Luther full steam, hitting matching running kicks that flip him over the ropes and right through a single table at ringside!

RISA: 3 HALO: 3 LUTHER: 1 DOKU: 5

The two high-five, but Halo grips Risa's hand and pulls her in for the 2 MINUTES 2 MIDNIGHT CLOTHESLINE! Halo gathers her stunned foe back up and whips her to the ropes, but runs right behind her. Risa hits the ropes and BLACK 13 KICK absolutely floors her! She gathers Halo up and tosses her for the last triple stack table! Risa's limp body crashes through the tables, bringing her the closest to immediate elimination!

RISA: 6 HALO: 3 LUTHER: 1 DOKU: 5

There she lays, dazed and out of it. Luther and Doku both reenter the ring at the same time, Halo looking back and forth between them. She opts to go for Luther! She drops between his legs with a baseball slide, leaving him grabbing nothing but air and kicks him in the rear. He shakes his head, shoots with a surprise back kick that sends Halo sprawling into the ropes. He swings that same leg at Dokueki who ducks and catches it! Dokueki lifts Luther up in a Spinebuster, much to his surprise and gets a roaring start for the ropes, launching him up and over through a double stacked table. He crashes through two and Doku drops to one knee, wiping at her mouth with a grin.

RISA: 6 HALO: 3 LUTHER: 3 DOKU: 5

Halo, seeing no other target, goes straight for Dokueki's back, catching her in a Full Nelson. She lifts the Poison Dragon off her feet. Doku just raises her arms and slips right out of the hold, falling on her back and throwing a boot right into Halo's gut. Dokueki rolls to her feet, then comes at Halo with all of her fury. Halo ducks and weaves as best she can, but a few of the strikes get through her defenses, and an Open Palm Strike to the chest sends her staggering back and falling through the ropes. Halo drops to a knee on the apron. Dokueki joins her and promptly pulls her up with a knee lift, the doubles her over and straddles her head. She lifts her body up, and hops off the edge of the ring for a Piledriver through a double stack of tables!!!

RISA: 6 HALO: 5 LUTHER: 3 DOKU: 5

Luther had worked his way around the tables, watching and waiting for Dokueki to rise from the wreckage. He bowls her over with a Lariat to the back of the head, driving her to the floor in a stunned heap. Luther gathers Dokueki up, lifts her onto the apron with him and into a Spinebuster hold of his own. With a running stop, he leaps off and drives Dokueki explosively through a single table!!!

RISA: 6 HALO: 5 LUTHER: 3 DOKU: 6

Luther rises with a wicked flex. Back in the ring, The Champion is seen on her feet, bleeding a bit under her mask, but looking incredibly determined! She gets a running start and leaps over the ropes, flying right at Luther who CATCHES HER! With an wicked laugh and a champion Kicking on his shoulders, Luther gets a running start for another table and LAUNCHES Risa at it. She hits the tables BUT IT DOESN'T BREAK! She remains laying on it, groaning in pain. Luther, not to be outdone, steps up onto the ring barricade, showing incredible balance for someone his size. He walks along it, coming side by side with Risa and jumps off, but RISA ROLLS OFF THE TABLE! Luther hits it and his massive weight breaks the table!

RISA: 6 HALO: 5 LUTHER: 4 DOKU: 6

He snarls, rolling in the wreckage and clutching his ribs. On the otherside of the ring, Halo and Doku are trading shots, standing in the wreckage of destroyed tables all around them. A surprise elbow from Halo catches Dokueki off guard and she's rocked, but quickly recovers, blasting Halo in the face with THE DRAGON'S BREATH! Halo claws at her face, screaming in agony! Dokueki scoops Halo onto her shoulders, he foe paralyzed with pain. She walks over to the nearby ringsteps, aiming Halo at a pair of stacked tables and launches off of them to drive her through both with THE DRAGON'S LAST DANCE!!!

RISA: 6 ~~HALO: 7~~ LUTHER: 3 DOKU: 6 / HALO ELIMINATED!

Dokueki dusts her hands off then sees Luther playing a game of cat and mouse with Risa. With a smirk, grabs one of the tables and starts setting up a stack by one of the turnposts, putting one up three high. She promptly starts working on another stack with more remaining tables left at that side of the ring, for two more stacks of three! Risa is ducking, weaving, and otherwise frustrating Luther with her natural speed. Dokueki crouches down in a far corner, watching and waiting.... Risa is in panic mode, knowing that if Luther grabs her, she's one elimination from game over!!! Luther shouts, "STAND STILL! IT'LL BE OVER QUICK!!!" The Dragon watches and waits, until the right moment, when Luther is close and unaware. She sneaks in behind him, catches him in a rear waistlock and sends him up and over the ropes with an incredible display of her might and Luther crashes through three tables at once!!! All three were at a dead even heat... one more table each and it would spell doom for them!

RISA: 6 LUTHER: 6 DOKU: 6

Dokueki now stalks The Super Tiger, a wicked smile on her green stained lips. Dokueki steps in with a fake high to low kick but Risa side rolls out of the way, throwing a kick of her own, which gets blocked! The two enter an exchange of martial arts strikes and while Dokueki's hands are fast, Risa's even faster, peppering a few fast jabbing strikes, followed by a stepping front kick that sends Doku back into the nearby corner. She follows up with an Enziguri kick that drops Doku to a seat, then rolls back and hits the BOTH BARRELS Shotgun Dropkick! Did we happen to forget about someone? Risa rises with a wild woop only to get run down by Luther Thunder with a running Lariat! She spins off her feet and lands with a hard plop on her stomach. Luther then pulls a dazed Dokueki out of the corner, boots her in the gut, and whips her onto his back in a Crucifix hold. To the shock of the fans, we realize quickly that he's in the same corner where the tables were set up earlier! Luther climbs onto the second rope and Launches Dokueki off his shoulders and through THREE TABLES with THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES!!!

HIRATA DOKUEKI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

No kill like overkill they say. The Poison Dragon wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Luther hops down, rolling his shoulders as he circles the slow rising Risa. There was one table left at ringside and Luther wanted to finish this in a decisive fashion. Risa gets on all fours and collapses, laying flat on the canvas. With a chuckle, he reaches down and goes to lift her, finding her rather much like dead weight. Was she actually out cold?! He pulls her into that standing headscissor, then whips Risa up onto his massive shoulders, raising her seemingly lifeless body up in a Crucifix hold. He gets a running start, aim as true as possible and gets to the ropes, tossing her off with the SWORD OF DAMOCLES-NO!!! As she flies off she comes to life, hooking her legs around his head, whipping back and gripping the ropes for the assist of leverage. Luther, caught completely off guard, couldn't adjust in time and found himself upended over the ropes. It was almost like slow motion. As Luther falls in that moment of trapped forever in eternity, the champion and challenger's eyes connect... Risa reads the utter shock and dismay in his eyes just as her body collides with the apron, time resumes and he crashes through the table in spectacular fashion!

LUTHER THUNDER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!! THE WINNER AND STILL SRW QUEEN OF THE SOUTH... RRRRRRRISSSSAAAA JJJJAAAACCCCKSSSSOOOONNN!!!

Risa rises on shaking legs, slipping into the ring to accept her title, her music playing loud and proud as tears of joy and relief fill her eyes. She hoists it high in the air in celebration.

Spazz: HOLY BALLS SHE DID IT!!!

Koss: Against all odds and a deck stacked just like many of those tables against her, Risa Jackson has retained the Queen of the South Championship! What a night! I can't believe it's all over!

Spazz: But hey at least it's a happy ending yo!

Koss: That is literally all the time we have! Thank you all for coming and God bless, for this is the grand finale! The last Southern Rebellion Wrestling event!

Spazz: Fuck... now I gotta' find another job!

Koss: Indeedie do...

Spazz: Roll motherfuckin' credits....

CREDITS

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RECORD SCRATCH!!!

Almost directly after Queen of the South Risa Jackson successfully retained her title, there was no time for celebration as the electric quartet remix of Falco’s “Rock Me Amadeus” sent the ENTIRE crowd into a round of BOOS!! Risa Jackson sat up, exhausted from her hard fought match, and clutching her title closer, tighter to her body. The lights dim and a spotlight comes over the stage and none other than the man you won’t forget, reigning, defending, undisputed SRW ~~hardcore~~ “Purification” champion, Vance Isaac Parker appeared with his championship draped over his left shoulder and a microphone in his right hand.

Koss: The show's over, what the hell is VIP doing out here?

Spazz: Motherfucker just can't leave it can he?

The lights begin to turn to normal as VIP strides down the aisle, boos remaining at a deafening pitch!

Vance Isaac Parker: What a match…

VIP said with a sarcastic tone, clearly looking down on everybody’s fan favorite fighting champion.

Vance Isaac Parker: I’m sure you probably have other plans…Risa? The Super Lion, right? But that’s just too bad. You’re gonna sit here, little miss champ, with all these other mouth breathing window lickers -

“BOOOOOOO!!”

Vance Isaac Parker: And listen to what I have to say! I came into this company with no fanfaire, and I made my own luck when no one, not a single damn soul thought I’d do anything! I didn’t get a chance, until I did business myself and forced Melinda Rhodes to see just what kind of untapped potential she had signed, and since then, I earned this.

VIP slowly raises the championship in the air and lets it hang there for a couple moments before placing it back on his shoulder.

Vance Isaac Parker: For the past one-hundred ninety-six days, when we had an absentee champion, I was here. When CODA won the Ultimate Conquest title and then clammed up, I WAS HERE. When Griffin Hawkins failed to follow the dang rules, I WAS HERE. And yet while I was the most consistent thing in this company, was I rewarded? NO! When this company needed stability the most, what did I get? A bunch of sycophants naysaying what I’ve been able to accomplish.

Spazz: Oh go fuck yourself, douchecanoe lickin' bitch.

Koss: VIP wanting to have the last word on the last show clearly!

Vance Isaac Parker: Griffin Hawkins completed the trials tonight, somehow, and he thinks he’s got a shot at me coming. But I’ve got other plans.

Risa Jackson slowly gets up, and closes the gap between her and VIP, her eyes unblinking through her mask…

Vance Isaac Parker: I see you. And I see me. And I see my Purification championship. What I see, is this is MY shot, MY time, as the longest reigning current champion in this company right now…I’m activating the Option C clause in this championship!

Koss: Option... C?

Spazz: The fuck is Option C?

Vance Isaac Parker: I’m denying Griffin Hawkins the revenge he’s wanted by cashing in my Purification championship…to challenge YOU, Risa, and leave SRW tonight, on it’s final show, as the true King of the South, the final King this company deserves!!

Risa shifts to a defensive posture, clutching her title closer. She was tired and exhausted…but she wasn’t about to give up her title to VIP’s last-ditch gambit!!

Vance Isaac Parker: So Risa…make like Braveheart and bend over, and kiss that title goodbye…because it’s coming home with me! Ring the damn bell!

SPECIAL 2ND MAIN EVENT
K/QoTS CHAMPIONSHIP
RISA JACKSON(C) VS VIP

Risa moves back to her corner as the bell rings, she sets the title down on the mat, AND VIP BLINDSIDES HER WITH A LARIAT ACROSS THE BACK! The impact sends her face first into a mouthful of turnbuckle pad before crumpling in the corner while VIP continues with a series of frantic stomps to an already exhausted Queen of the South! He grabs the top rope for stability and continues, until the official sees him in the ropes and calls for the break.

VIP breaks right before the five! He goes across the ring and into the ropes, then runs back harder, faster, and jumps into a beautiful picture esque dropkick to the champion! VIP takes her by the arm and leg and pulls her away from the ropes, and into a tight lateral press and pinfall.

Risa kicks out!

Koss: Despite everything Risa Jackson just went through, she's still got the fight heart of a champion!

Spazz: Six tables and she can still go against Vulture tits.

VIP sat up in shock, how did she kick out after just going through such a hellacious match?!

VIP sits Risa up, then brings his hand full velocity to her chest with a stinging knife edge chop, the impact snapping her right back to the mat! VIP makes a heavy press over her, forcing another count.

Risa kicks out!

The official holds up two fingers to VIP who shouts back “it was three!” Nevertheless VIP picks Risa up, and throws her into the ropes. He follows in behind her, but Risa wisely, in a total sage moment pulls the top rope down and VIP goes right over! But he stops short, landing on his feet on the edge of the ring apron. Thinking fast, he reaches through the middle rope and grabs Risa by the back of her mask and pulls her half through the ropes. He slips her into a front facelock position and the ENTIRETY of the venue scoots to the edge of their seat, tension so tight you could cut it with a spoon as they collectively gasp at what VIP was threatening to do…

Koss: Not on the apron!!!

Spazz: Don't you do it fucker!

Frantically, Risa punches at VIP’s side, forcing him to loosen his grip! Risa then pulls herself the rest of the way through the roops, both people teetering on the apron. A hard punch from VIP sending Risa staggering back, and a high rebound kick from Risa sending VIP around in a daze. Risa moves forward and takes the initiative, throwing VIP back with the “Go the *** to Sleep” (german suplex to the apron)!! VIP takes the full brunt, rolling back into the ring under the bottom rope, and allowing Risa the chance to catch her breath.

…but she doesn’t catch her breath, because she knew she had to do what everyone wanted to see happen to the most outspoken man on the roster…

She continued the assault, following VIP into the ring, first with a pinfall and a hook of the far leg.

VIP kicks out!

Koss: Say what you will about Parker, he's a tough viper!

Spazz: He may be tough, but he's still a bitch.

She pulls VIP up to his feet, and shushes the crowd as she warms up her hand. She winds up, but VIP is quicker to light her chest up with a knife-edge chop! Risa took the full brunt and a couple steps back from it, then returned with an open palm strike across the chest! VIP wheezes as the air is pressed from his lungs, allowing Risa to press the advantage with another! VIP is pressed back further, with Risa finishing the sequence with a Uraken spinning back fist, an impact so great it sent VIP to the mat face first! Risa pushes him onto his back and makes the cover with a lateral press.

VIP kicks out, and takes her into a triangle choke, pulling on her neck and stretching her arm and shoulder as he screams “taaaaappp!!” But she never did. Instead she fought through, shifting her weight to press his shoulders to the mat and forcing a pin.

VIP releases the hold so he can kick out of the pin!

Koss: What a clinic we're witnessing between VIP and Risa! The Super Tiger showing how far she's come as a wrestler!

Spazz: Yeah that was pretty fuckin' slick yo!

VIP sat up onto his knees and surveys the Queen of the South, it was getting to be crunch time and he needed to put her away because this was taking way too long. He lets out the words “the carrot never lies” while dragging her up to her feet, picks her up, but she takes him over, from “Autocarrot Driver” (northern lights bomb) to “Power Break” (cross armbreaker), flat in the middle of the ring! VIP screams out LOUD to the excitement of every fan while Risa holds on knowing she could defend her title if she can just maintain the hold! VIP flails about, screaming, he tries to move to the ropes, but it’s too far, nowhere for him to go, and with his options exhausted, he has no choice but to tap out to the Queen of the South’s devastating submission maneuver!!

Announcer: Here is your winner as a result of a submission, AND SSSTTTIIIILLLLL, your SRW Queen of the South champion……”Super Tiger” RRRRIIIISSSSAAAA JJJAAACCCCKKKSSSOOOONNNN!!!!!

WINNER AND STILL SRW QUEEN OF THE SOUTH: RISA JACKSON!!!

Utterly exhausted Risa is helped to her feet by the referee and handed her title, the lasting legacy of the SRW as it’s final Queen of the South champion!! VIP meanwhile slithers out of the ring, crawling to the timekeeper’s table, he reaches up and grabs his Purification title…but it won’t budge! The camera pans back and the crowd SCREAMS in anticipation for Griffin Hawkins in the crowd, his hands tightly grasping the other end of VIP’s title!! VIP shakes his head but Griffin won’t let go, briefly though he takes the microphone from the timekeeper…

Griffin Hawkins: Oh no, you’ve still got a debt to clear, you little ***!!

The abject look of terror returns to VIP’s face as he lets go of the title and goes to run away…until Risa jumps out of the ring to block his path. VIP turns back around RIGHT INTO THE SHOT IN THE DARK SUPERKICK!! VIP was out cold on the floor to the MASSIVE roar of approval from the crowd. Last month Griffin went through a table to get closer to a shot at VIP, but all the tables are broken…so Risa goes under the ring and pulls out…a ladder!! She sets it up stretching from the barricade to the apron, nice and firm while Griffin climbs up onto the ring apron. Risa helps VIP up and into Griffin’s arms, just to powerbomb him through the ladder!!

Spazz: NNOICE!

Koss: THIS IS HARDCORE!

Nonchalantly, Griffin places his foot across VIP’s chest, and allows the crowd to sing along count as he signs the numbers.

Griffin steps off VIP, leaving him to rest atop the broken ladder. He turns to grab the “Purification” title while Melinda Rhodes comes rushing down the ramp to hand Griffin a screwdriver. Quickly, eagerly, Griffin unfastens the plate VIP had slapped over the word “Hardcore”, thus returning perhaps the richest title in SRW history to it’s once former glory.

Griffin and Risa join each other in the ring, each raising their titles up in the air successfully while Melinda Rhodes looks on from ringside, never a more proud owner.

WINNER AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION: GRIFFIN HAWKINS!!!

FAREWELL FOR NOW...

The commentary falls quiet as Melinda Rhodes steps into the ring, all competitors leaving ringside and now she stands alone with the crowd. In her red business suit and spiked blond hair, she cut quite the figure. There's tears in her eyes as she brings the microphone to her lips.

Rebel: For five years now, I did the best I could to make this company. I took this from a company marred in controversy, from a lecherous owner who wanted only to use it for their own gratification and made this place into something far better than it was ever intended to be. From Galactic to Southern Rebellion Wrestling, I made this my baby and sure, in the beginning I figured that I'd make such a terrible owner that I'd run this place into the ground in six months, tops.

She chuckles softly, unable to stop the tears from flowing as she stands in the middle of the ring. Her lip trembles and she fights back the choking of her own throat. She croaks a few words, then clears her throat and continues.

Rebel: I promised myself I wouldn't come out here and cry like a bitch, but here I am, bawling my goddamn eyes out. Luther Thunder kinda' said something earlier, that I might get in my feels and the swell of support and love would break my resolve to end this. If anything, the fact that I feel absolutely gutted right now, tells me how much this matters to me and it's that love that has me wanting to fulfill my promise to close this place.

The fans boo in protest... then begin chanting "PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO! PLEASE DON'T GO!" There's a small laugh from her lips and she quickly wipes at her eyes.

Rebel: I'd keep this place going if I could ya'll, but not only am I creatively burned out, but I need some time to restructure and build a real support system here. You fans deserve better and those wrestlers who have stood by me from day one, loyal to their core and giving me everything they have each and every week deserve better from me and in time, they'll get what they deserve as well. For now though, I say thank you fans for keeping this little dream of mine going as long as it has, and a big thank you to the talent that held this company float for all this time.

She turns towards the entrance arch where we see almost every member of the SRW roster lined up, along with commentators, the EMT, the referees, and security team members.

Rebel: Thank you all so very much... I can thank ya'll a thousand times... It'll never be enough. Ya'll made dreams come true and gave your hearts to this and there's nothing I wouldn't do for each of you. Take a bow ya'll.

The gathered talent on the stage bow for the fans together. Mel takes one last look at the fans in attendance as "Who Wants to Live Forever" by Queen plays.

Rebel: Goodnight and thank you all one last time...

The lights shutdown over the stage and the ring, leaving her bathed in darkness as secondary lighting around the arena lights up the fans.

CREDITS

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JACOB STRIKER VS JAZMYN RAINE

RIOT GROUP VS MECHANICAL ANIMALS
Written by Alex
CODA VS URSULA VON ROSSBACH

THE TRIAL OF GRIFFIN HAWKINS
SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE MATCH
BRUCE RAGE VS GRIFFIN HAWKINS
REFEREE: VANCE ISAAC PARKER
Written by Lish
OVERDRIVE CHAMPIONSHIP REMATCH
~~FATAL FOURWAY~~ TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
CHELSEA SKYE(C) VS TRACY DIXON VS ~~BLAIR JACKSON~~ VS AZURINE VEBBINS

TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP TORNADO TAG MATCH
SOCIALITES VS WILDSIDE
Written by Alex
ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
SUBMISSION TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
CHRISTINA ZDUNICH(C) VS BIANCA DAVIS VS KATE STEELE

MAIN EVENT
K/QoTS CHAMPIONSHIP
7 TABLES OF DOOM
A match pioneered in Delany's Extreme wRasslin' Promotion many years ago, the objective is brutally simple: You must put your opponent through four out of seven tables.
HIRATA DOKUEKI VS LUTHER THUNDER VS RISA JACKSON(C) VS HALO

SPECIAL 2ND MAIN EVENT
K/QoTS CHAMPIONSHIP
RISA JACKSON(C) VS VIP
Written by Lish