Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jan 9, 2019 21:16:57 GMT -7
RENO-SPARKS LIVESTOCK EVENTS CENTER
RENO, Nevada
JANUARY 8TH 2019
The crowd ERUPTS as "Knights of Cydonia" plays over the PA system with the Galactic Enterprise highlight reel and logo playing on the tron screen! The Arena may be indoors, but the dirt floors, rodeo trash barrels, and rustic styled interior gave away that this was a livestock arena. Chants of "GWW" are heard as the eager crowd is dying for some intergalactic war! After panning over the entire arena, the camera's lens comes to rest upon one Jennifer Haley Beck standing front and center in the ring looking dressed for a punk rock concert. She brings the microphone to her lips and addresses the crowd.
Jenny Beck: RENO, NEVADAAAAAAAA HOW THE FUCK ARE YA'?!
*CHEAP POP!*
Jenny grins at the easily provoked reaction to the sound of their hometown being spoken on a hot mic.
Jenny Beck: We've got a hot night of action that's straight up OUTTA THIS WWWWWOOOOORRRRLLLLDDD!!! TAKE IT AWAY JOEY KOSS AND THE SPAZZONATOR!!! TELL THE WORLD WHAT WE GOT GOIN' ON UP IN HHEEEUUUURRRREEE!!!!
With a gesture of Jenny's hand, the camera immediately pans to the Galactic announce table where we Joe Koss and Mike Spazz dressed in their finest relax wear, aka, whatever was hanging in the closet and convenient.
Koss: Couldn't last five seconds, could you?
Spazz: Fuck no, Lunchbox! I have no problems downstairs at all! The Deathstar in my pants is fully armed and operational!
Koss: I wasn't insinuating.... well... that....at.all.
Spazz: You wish I was that weak like that Fats, that way you could say you're better than me at something!
Koss: Oh I never have to say that at all. You give us all ample reason for that belief anytime you speak.
Spazz: Yes, every word dripping from my mouth is excellence and motherfucking refinement!
Spazz strokes his hair back with a cocky smirk.
Koss: Rrrrriiiiight....
And Joe rolls his eyes with a chuckle.
Spazz: Don't even dispute it!
Koss: Nope, no need. ANYWAY, our card for tonight is packed with talent featuring Rose D&B and Paula Shock, Simply Glamorous taking on the Satsujin Triad in a match I personally would've booked a bit higher on the card, a potential show stealing confrontation between Kate Steele and Lyra Leveux-Donovan, and Crystal Zdunich takes on Juliet Black in a grudge match after last week's main event saw Crystal eliminating Juliet!
Spazz: Yeah that totally backfired and may be the key reason that Bitch Mountain is the champion.
Koss: Could be, but then again as much of a beast as Ursula is, that assement's not a for certain!
Spazz: Yeah she is a big ass scuuurry beeeeotch.
Koss: Hey didn't you promise management to say that word less?
Spazz: Nah, I said I'd try. I have failed and shall continue to do so.
Koss: Continuing on. The homestretch of the show will see Halo and River Chance in a rematch with a no interference stipulation, meaning only officials are allowed at ringside and B-Brat has been banned for this match.
Spazz: Booooo! B-Brat is bae yo!
Koss: Bae?
Spazz: Yeah all the kids are saying it.
Koss: Hipster.
Spazz: Fat Fuck.
Koss: Moving on. The Main Event sees FM Young defending her Conquest Championship against Maja Lindstrom and Zenna Zdunich in a triple threat match that should blow the roof off this building.
Spazz: Zenna is fine as hell, Lunchbox, as is the Swede-Reole that stole my heart, Maja.... G-r-r-r-ooooowwwaaahhhl! I'd also tickle FM's tiger if you know what I mean!
Koss: I'm sure all three of them would stomp you into oblivion.
Spazz: Again they'd have to touch the Spazzonator and that'd be giving me what I want.
Koss: In the most direct and brutal way, I'm sure.
Spazz: Take your wins where you can, Joe.
Koss: On to our first match, back to you Jenny!
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*CHEAP POP!*
As "Mama Said Knock You Out" by LL Cool J starts all eyes turn to the entrance way as Rose walks out onto the stage and just stares at the ring for a few moments. Rose then threw the a few punches as she walks down slaps hands with fans who put them out.
Jenny Beck: ON HER WAY TO THE RING....
Once they reach the ring Rose slides in and walks over to the corner and bounces around while waiting for her opponent.
Jenny Beck: ...SHE'S THE DEADLY BEAUT RRRRROOOOOSSSSSSEEEE!!!!
*FACE POP!*
Koss: Not much is known about the fighter known simply as Rose-
Spazz: She's fine as heeeeyull fats!
Koss: Perhaps as time progresses, the mysteries of Rose will unfold and we'll learn more about this Enigmatic young woman.
Spazz: Like if she's my type?
Koss: If she has a type, I'm fairly certain that it's not you, Mike.
Spazz: Oh ye of little faith! Once that Spazztastic charm hits, those ladies can't resist!
Koss: ....can't resist slapping the taste out of your mouth you mean!
Jenny Beck: AND HER OPPONENT FROM CHICAGO, ILLINOIS!
Beck's "Loser" hit's the P/A as Paula walks down to the ring, looking ready to win!
Jenny Beck: BLINK AND YOU'LL MISS HER! HERE'S PPPPAAAAAUUUULLLLAAAAA SSSSSHHHHOOOOOCCCCKKKKK!!!
*Small crowd pop!*
Koss: Last week was not kind to Paula.
Spazz: Ursula dumped her right on the ol' nog nog.
Koss: Referee Kirk joins the combatants in the ring and is motioning for the bell!
*DING DING DING*
Koss: Rose and Paula lock up and Paula fighting back hard, Rose immediately taking charge, pulling Paula right into a tight side headlock! Rose takes her down to the canvas! Paula counters with a leg scissor pulling Rose back and forcing her to release the hold.
Spazz: Paula lookin' to pop Rose's head like a zit up in this mofugga yo!
Koss: Rose forces Paula's thighs apart and escapes the hold! Both women on their feet and Paula with a gut kick and an irish whip sending Rose across the ring. Rose hits the ropes, Paula sets up, Rose goes for a leap frog but Paula CATCHES HER! FALLING POWERBOMB!
Paula jumps up from the improvised powerbomb, pumping her fist to the crowd and shouting, "YES, YES, YYYYEEESSS!!!" What she doesn't see is Rose getting up looking a bit perturbed...
Spazz: Hey, Paula-Ballah, ya' might wanna' turn the fuck around honey lips!
Paula's eyes go wide as she's caught in a rear waistlock...
Koss: Too little too late! Paula backbridges with a steep German Suplex pin!!!
Spazz: BAAAABOOOOOM!
ONE!!! TWO!!!! T-KICKOUT!!
Koss: Two and a half, that surprise german almost got her, but now Paula is back on her feet and WOAH barely ducks a clothesline, but hook's Rose's legs and brings her down with a drop toe hold! She quickly locks on a headlock to ground out Rose as best she can, but Rose quickly powers her up and gets to her feet, shoving Paula off! Paula now spinning around with a quick kick, but Rose catches the foot and Short-Arm Clothesline just rocking Paula right off her feet!
Spazz: Chick got rattled right there!
Koss: Rose with an elbow drop and pinfall!
ONE!!! TWO!!! KICKOUT!!
Koss: Paula showing she still has some fight left in her!
Spazz: Some got brains, others got heart. Miss Shockalocka's got heart, but I think her brains don't match up one bit!
Koss: Rose pulls Paula to her feet and delivers a hard knee lift and now the six footer locks her up in THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER! She violently ragdolls Paula who is doing everything in her power to get out of that hold!
Spazz: Everyone always underestimates them basics but when you got a big, strong ass bitch locking you up tighter than a drum with arms made outta' solid fucking steel, she's going to crush the living shit out of you ain't their ain't a damn thing you can do about it!
Koss: Rose breaks the hold and tosses Paula up and violently slams her to the canvas with an Alabama Slam! Paula is just laying there winded!
Spazz: Ow Fuck, what an impact! I get slammed that hard, you better believe I'm going to be one out of breath fucker 'cause she definitely knocked the wind outta' Paula's sails!
Koss: Rose isn't finished, she's gathering a spaghetti legged and stunned Paula up on her feet and pulls her into a standing headscissor! Straight into a powerbomb lift and a slam, but no release! Lift up and a second bomb!!!!
Spazz: BAM! BAM! BBBAAAMMMM!!!
Koss: SITOUT FINISH! BANG BANG YOU'RE DEAD WITH A PIN ON IMPACT!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHREEEE!!!
Jenny Beck: THE WINNER BY A FULL ON AVALANCHE, RRRRRRROOOOOOOSSSSSEEEEE!!!
*HUGE POP!*
Koss: Explosive win for Rose in this match tonight!
Spazz: She's not Ursula, but I think she could be a potential tank buster!
Koss: Indeed!
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Look, sweetie! Playmates!
On reflex the guards take a step back but all Oni does, at the click of Lyra's tongue, is sit down. His tongue starts lolling out as she scritches behind his ear and under his chin, smiling for momma.
Security Guard #1: Ah, Miss... y-you know that you can't-
He falters, looking to his partner for help. The other guard doesn't get much further.
Security Guard #2: Um, that is to say... ah... n-no pets...
Narrowing her stare, Lyra pushes her shades back up and cants her head to the side a bit.
LLD: Hear that, Oni? You're not allowed here. What do you think about that?
The dog recognizes its name, turning and looking up at Lyra, whose half-gloved hand is stroking his head still. She looks to the guards again, inclining her chin a bit with a smug smile.
LLD: Well?
SG1: Well what?
LLD: Aren't you going to tell me to take him outside or something?
SG2: That, uh... well, it's the rules.
LLD: Rules, he says. Someone doesn't know who they're talking to.
Crouching down by the dog's side, it being nearly as tall as her at this level, Lyra nuzzles her pet with a smile.
LLD: If you're looking to try and sweep drooling animals out of this place, the locker room's right over there. Crystal Hilton, Kate Steele, Juliet Black, some of the Shieldmaidens... you know the types, right? Drooling when they get worked up, barking at all hours of the night trying to impress their compatriots and generally stinking up the place? If I were you, I'd grab some nets and hoses and load 'em up in the wagon, then scrub that place down. You'll probably have to burn the truck down if you leave them in there too long, but you're insured, right?
She'd kinda gotten off on a tangent there, but who was going to tell her to stop with this wolf-sized animal at her side? Her tone gets more serious, though, as she rises and looks dead at the guards, sunglasses up fully.
LLD: Oni here behaves better than most of them on his bad days. Why is he here, though? That's the question on your brains, otherwise you wouldn't be in my general area right now. And the answer is simple:
There's a pause, the guards looking quizzically at each other befoer turning back to her. Lyra, smirking, answers with simplicity.
LLD: Because he can be. And no one is going to tell either of us where we can or can't go, what he can or can't do. He's part of the pack. And he isn't the only one.
SG1: The... pack?
SG2: You mean more of... of those?!
Rolling her eyes, Lyra lowers her shades again.
LLD: No, you simpleton. I mean that myself and some like-minded souls? We're having a little get-together about how to achieve some fun in this place. Some bloody, violent, special fun. Now, if you'll excuse us?
She walks right between the guards, neither of them moving to try and remove Oni from the premises. In fact, the dog doesn't give them the time of day... only Lyra has that pleasure.
We promptly cut back to ringside where Koss is all smiles staring into his monitor while Spazz is completely wide-eyed and petrified.
Koss: Oh such a cute pup!
Spazz: PUP?! MOTHERFUCKER HE ATE ALL THE PUPS AND BECAME THE KING PUP! DID YOU SEE THE SIZE OF THAT DOG?!
Koss: Yeah, and your point?
Spazz: That dog is almost big enough to eat me hole, Joe! You're only safe because you're so fucking fat he'd choke on half of your left ass cheek!
Koss: You know, just because my mom taught me to eat healthy doesn't mean you should shower me with your fat jokes and insults. Besides, you're just jealous because I eat good food while you eat dog shit.
Spazz: DORITOES AND TACO BELL ARE NOT DOG SHIT!
Koss: Doritoes, no. Taco Bell? Dude even when you eat their food, you're in the bathroom within 30 minutes shitting yourself to death with diarrhea!
Spazz: .....Sacrifices are made for gourmet dining motherfucker!
Koss: You truly are a masochist.
Spazz: Let's get on to the next damn match.... insult the best damn food in the whole universe, fuck!
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"Glamorous" By Fergie plays over the P/A as out steps Allison Sullivan and Sarah Richardson step out together. with a sexy strut straight to ringside. Neither pay the crowd much mind, quickly entering the ring and striking poses for the cameras!
Jenny Beck: ALLISON SULLIVAN AND SARAH RICHARDSON.... SSSSSSIMPLY GGGGLLLLAAAAMMMOOORRROOOOUUUSSS!!
Spazz: Rich bitches never appealed all that much to me. Always stuck up, snotty, and-
Koss: -having standards far above a mere mortal such as yourself, right?
Spazz: Hey their loss, Fats. Most guys jacked up enough for their liking can't even get hard without a little blue pill sending their hearts into overdrive.
Koss: What if they are into other girls?
Spazz: Then I'll ask to watch of course.
Koss: Naturally.
Jenny Beck: AND THEIR OPPONENTS FROM MONTERREY, CALIFORNIA AND NEW YORK'S BRONX....
"Hong Kong Crunch" hits the P/A as out steps two representatives of the Satsujin Triad, Malaya Diyosa and Cappadonna. The two march towards the ring with purpose and venomous intentions in their eyes as the two pretty blonds that await them. The two arrive quickly, sliding under the ropes and hoping to their feet, getting right in the faces of both members of Simply Glamorous!
Jenny Beck: MALAYA DIYOSA AND CAPPADDDOOOONA... THE SSSSSAAATTTSSSSUUUJJJIIIINNNN TRRRIIIIAAADD!!
Koss: The two waste no time getting right in Simply Glamorous's face and Allison just SLAPS MALAYA!!!
Malaya's head whips to the left from a vicious slap as Allison shouts out, "DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH?!" Malaya just smiles as both she and Cappadonna come unglued and viciously assault the two pretty blonds, the two trading shots back and forth with the crowd going absolutely wild!
Spazz: FREE FOR ALL!!!
Koss: The bell hasn't rang yet but already we have a wild brawl as these four ladies duke it out in the ring! Referee Kirk is in the ring, trying to regain control of the situation and DOWN SHE GOES! SPINNING HEEL KICK BY ALLISON MISSES CAPPADONNA AND CATCHES THE REF!
Spazz: Ref's always getting too close to the action and paying for it!
Koss: Malaya has Sarah in the corner and is just battering her with stiff strikes and knee shots while Allison hits a TIGER SUPLEX on Cappadonna!
#SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART....
*HUGE CROWD POP!*
Koss: HERE COMES OUR GENERAL MANAGER, MELINDA RHODES!
The Rebel, dressed in her maroon duster, black leather vest, white tanktop, black pants, and studded motorcycle boots, marches down to ringside as Atreyu's cover of "You Give Love a Bad Name" plays over the PA. There's no fan fair as she looks extremely annoyed. Staying outside the ring, she shouts, "START THE MATCH" and motions for the bell while checking on Referee Kirk!
*DING DING DING*
Koss: Well this match just got interesting! The Rebel checking on Kirk as the match is officially underway! The brawl continues in the ring unabated as both teams unload! Sarah and Malaya go up and over the ropes to the outside! Cappadonna turning the tables on Allison with a dragon screw legwhip!
Outside the ring, the Rebel is presented a ref's shirt by a ring attendant, quickly shedding her coat and vest, setting them down on the time keeper's table. She slips the referee shirt on, which turns out to be a bit snug on her modest bust, and promptly slides into the ring!
Spazz: Rebel's going to officiate!
Koss: Kelly Kirk is being helped to the back, apparently concussed by that kick from Allison Sullivan. Meanwhile Cappadonna is looking to lock on that Black Lotus but Allison manages to escape before she can lock it in! Both women back on their feet and Cappadona wth a spinning kick, but Alli ducks it, catches Cap and RELEASE GERMAN-NO! Cappadonna back flips and lands on her feet and JUMPING CALF KICK TAKES ALLISON DOWN!
Spazz: And look at Cappy D strut after that hit!
Koss: SARAH RICHARDSON WITH A RUNNING NECKBREAKER OUTTA' NOWHERE!!!
Spazz: Woah she slipped in that ring like a motherfucking Ninja yo and just blitzed Cappadonna!
As she pops up, Malaya hops onto the apron and vaults to the top rope, springing off with a....
Koss: MISSILE DROPKICK STRAIGHT TO THE CHEST OF SARAH RICHARDSON!
Spazz: I heard The Glam girls love smashing tits! Now they get to feel what that's like yo!
Koss: And now Melinda Rhodes stepping in to officiate, Malaya back to her corner and then doing the same to Sarah.
Spazz: Guess Alli and Cappy are the legals in this thing.
Koss: Yes and Cappadona is the first one back on her feet with Allison slowly crawling towards her corner! Cap catches her foot and pulls her right back though, Tagging in Malaya Diyosa!
Spazz: And it looks like they got a leg apiece of Allison!
Allison's lower body is lifted off the canvas, her body held in a bent Y-shape as both Malaya and Cappadona stomp right on Allison's groin, eliciting a loud grown of pain as she rolls onto her side, cupping her privates!
Koss: OH! Double groin kick and Referee Rebel is on them with a warning!
Spazz: Warning hell, get that bitch some ice downstairs!
Cappadonna backs off and slips onto the apron while Malaya takes control, lifting Allison up by her arm and right into a stiff series of kicks to her abdomen, lower back, and hips, then finishing off the combination of strikes with a feint Russian legsweep into a straight groin kick once more that drops Allison to her knees!
Spazz: OH FUCK THEY'RE GONNA' WRECK THAT COOCH LIKE FIVE NIGHTS AT MIKEY'S!!!
Koss: IS SHE TRYING TO GET DISQUALIFIED?!
The Rebel immediately gets right in Malaya's face, pointing a finger at her while shouting, "KICK ANYONE BETWEEN THE LEGS ONE MORE TIME AND YOUR ASS IS OUT!"
Spazz: GM's laying down the law yo!
Malaya looks as if she's about to do something when suddenly Allison rolls Malaya up into a schoolgirl pinfall! The Rebel dives down for the count!
ONE!! TWO!!!! THR-BROKEN UP!!!
Koss: Allison nearly had that but she was too close to the ropes, Cappadonna making the save with a swift running stomp! Here comes Sarah but the Rebel moves in and orders her back to her corner!
Spazz: Meanwhile, while the referee is distracted....
Allison promptly is viciously stomped and kicked multiple times between her legs while down by Cappadonna and Malaya. Sarah keeps trying to save her partner, but Referee Rhodes is having none of that, finally shouting, "GET BACK IN YOUR CORNER OR WHATEVER THEY'RE DOING IS GONNA' GET WORSE HUN!" Sarah shouts back, "THIS IS BULLSHIT!" before finally getting back on the apron.
Spazz: ...Va-jj's get kick in yo!
Koss: Blatant disregard for the GM's orders right behind her back. That'll come back to haunt the Satsujin Triad, I'm sure! Right now, however, Allison Sullivan is in a sorry state as the Rebel turns back to face them, none the wiser to what was going on behind her!
Cappadonna is already back on the apron as Malaya picks up a doubled over Allison and pulls her into a front-facelock. Just as she kicks a leg back to deliver a DDT, suddenly Allison reverses with a....
Koss: Malaya going for a DDT-NO! Allison with a BACK BODY DROP reversal and she just falls on her knees after dumping Malaya on her head! Allison now crawling towards her corner in severe pain now. Here comes Malaya! She's got Allison by the leg, but ALLISON TAGS IN SARAH!!!
Sarah gets tagged and bursts through the ropes and catches an on-coming Malaya with a fast scoop slam, promptly hopping to her feet with a whoop and forearm strikes Cappadonna right off the apron!
Spazz: BOOM BITCH!!!
Koss: Sarah just equalized this match and Malaya back on her feet only to get kicked right back down to the canvas.... She's got Malaya by the arms, stomps both feet on her chest and is now HANGING TEN!!!
Spazz: Ooooh oooh nononononono... NOT THE BOOBIES! NO CRUSH THE BOOBIES! THEY'Z THE PRECIOUS YO!!!
And Malaya screams as her breasts are compressed flatter than a mammogram, wildly kicking her legs out!
Koss: Payback for her partner's suffrage of groin kicks! And Now she's brutally stomping her chest! CAPPADONNA WITH A SLINGSHOT FRANKENSTEINER ON SARAH! And there's our replacement Ref Rhodes moving in ordering Cappadonna back to her corner! Malaya's on her feet, clutching at her chest and HERE'S ALLISON WITH A LOW BLOW FROM BEHIND! AND ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER!!!
Allison delivers a total of five swift low blows to Malaya from behind, then shouts, "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!!!!" Then promptly rolls out of the ring as Cappadonna begrudgingly returns to her corner.
Spazz: Man they both pulling shit on the GM left and right tonight! I fuckin' love it chief!
Koss: Like you're fond of saying, the ref didn't see it, she didn't do it. Sarah is on her feet, none the wiser of what's gone down, but quickly moves in on Malaya with a fast knee lift and fast Snap Suplex towards the corner to keep her down! Sarah now climbs the to top and...
Spazz: DIVING TITTY STOMP!
Koss: You're not too far off, they call that move The Titty Buster and there's Sarah with a cocky pin!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TH-BROKEN UP!
Koss: Cappadonna once again breaking up the pin and now she and Sarah are trading blows! Referee Rhodes trying to break it up and here comes Allison, grabbing the dazed Malaya by her legs through the ropes! WISHBONE SPLIT AGAINST THE TURNPOST!!!
Spazz: You think she made that her cooch hurts like it's been on an all night train with the 1997 Denver Broncos?
Koss: I would not put that as a far off guess as Allison now backs away, Cappadonna returning to her corner. Sarah now pulling Malaya out of the corner by her arms, the woman curling up to protect her now tender nethers.
Spazz: How often you get to say that Lunchbox?
Koss: Just about any night after I'm done with my wife, thank you very much! Sarah now pulling up and hurling Malaya into that very same corner and running after with a hard body splash, Malaya counters with an assisted front dropkick straight in the gut of a flying Sarah, both women quickly crashing to the mat!
Spazz: Oh fuck dawg, I remember getting hit like that in a similar spot years ago. I almost puked my fucking guts out!
Koss: And now both women crawling towards their antsy, waiting partners. Malaya makes the tag first, Cappadonna rushes through the ropes and catches Sarah, dragging her back to the center of the ring, but Sarah gets up onto one leg, ENZIGURI DUCKED! Cappadonna capitalizing! BLACK LOTUS LOCKED ON but Sarah rolls them both towards her corner and tags in Allison Sullivan who breaks the hold with a well placed stomp! Here comes Malaya, NIGHT NIGHT FROM ALLISON SULLIVAN! DOWN GOES MALAYA!!
Spazz: HOLY BALLS MAN!
Koss: Allison turns CAPPADONNA WITH THE FATAL FLYING GUILLOTINE ON ALLISON SULLIVAN AND ROLLS HER UP FOR THE COVER!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHRREEE!!!
*DING DING DING*
Jenny Beck: MALAYA DIYOSA, CAPPADONNA, SSSSSATSUJIN TRIAD! A WINNER. IS. YYYYYYOOOOUUU!!!
The two celebrate as "Hong Kong Crunch" hits the P/A system. Sarah Richardson pulls Allison Sullivan and helps her towards the back, all while looking over her shoulder with a look that screams vengeance to be had at a later date.
Koss: This was an explosive surprise of a match, Spazz-O!
Spazz: Yeah, It started with a brawl, went off the rails with our only ref getting downed, and the GM actually had to step in and referee this suminabitch!
The Rebel exits the ring, gathering up her coast and vest along the way, then heads straight to the back.
Koss: Indeed! "Referee" Rebel Rhodes has left the ring and we will have to go to commercial here.
Spazz: Holy fuck what a match!
COMMERCIAL
Rebel: How bad is it Doc?
Dr. Leonard: While I wouldn't recommend any strenuous activity, she is fit to go back into the ring provided she doesn't take another hit.
Kirk: I'm fine, I can work the rest of the night and I'm not even seeing double!
Melinda looks her over for a moment, thoughtfully stroking her own chin.
Rebel: You sure? I can call in a temp agent, though I'd have to work the ring till they got here.
Kirk quirks her brow at the Rebel GM.
Kirk: I'm positive Coach. If I couldn't take a few bumps, I wouldn't have signed up for the job.
Melinda smiles and nods to the Ref.
Rebel: You know what? That's the kind of shit I like to hear. I appreciate you stepping up when you could have an easy paid night off.
Kelly rises from her seat, The Rebel standing along side her.
Kirk: Boss, I love my job and I'm not about to let some bush league hack temp guy or gal come in and wreck the show! You can count on me!
She and the Rebel have a fist bump as she exits the area. The Doc then looks at her with hands on his hips and a concerned look on his face.
Rebel: Penny for your thoughts, Doc?
Dr. Leonard: You're going to need a relief referee. Ms. Kirk may be very enthusiastic about her job, but realistically, you narrowly avoided a major fiasco here.
Rebel: Yeah you're telling me. I can do a ref's job, but the temptation to knock the shit out of some of the bitchier people that work the ring is so strong, plus I'm not the best ref in the world. I know those two tag teams pulled some shit when my back was turned and there ain't a shittin' thing I can do about it either once the final call was made.
Dr. Leonard: You can only do what you can, but take my recommendation, it'll be healthier for all parties involved.
Melinda slips her hands in her coat pockets.
Rebel: I hear you Doc. I think I have someone that'd be perfect for the role lined up too...
She turns and exits the office, the scene quickly cutting back to ringside and the Announce table.
Spazz: Maybe she'll think twice about trying to break a brawl up all on her lonesome!
Koss: Or perhaps carry a taser to settle more aggressive wrestlers down a bit.
Spazz: Don't taze me brah!
Koss: Honestly I don't know why you don't get tazed more often to be frank.
Spazz: Because I respect the Womens!
Koss: *nearly choking to fight back incredulous laughter* Pppffhhhccck....Really now? You and respect are two things I find hard to imagine in harmony.
Spazz: That's because you don't know how to treat a lady, Lunchbox.
Koss: My wife would disagree, but please, indulge me with how you respect women.
Spazz: I appreciate the female form in all it's splendor. She has a nice ass, I tell her so. Her rack looks good, I say so. If those jeans make her ass look fat, I tell her the motherfucking truth because at the end of the day, you lie to a bitch to spare her feelings, you're really disrespecting her. Chicks ask for respect but really most of them want you to lie to them to make 'em feel good about themselves. The real women are the ones who aren't insecure feminazi's or other form of sensitive fuck. They take a compliment and appreciate it. I mean a chick tells me I look good, you think I'm going to be all like, "Oh press charges on that motherfucking bitch! She said my ass looks hella-fine!"
Koss: Then why do you say bitch so....damn....much?
Spazz: DON'T QUESTION SPAZZ THE ALL KNOWING AND POWERFUL!!!
Koss: Pfft... ok let's move on to our next match.
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Jenny Beck: YA'LL READY FOR MORE?! MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT LET'S DO THIS! YOU KNOW THE DRILL! THIS CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM JOLLY OLD BERKSHIRE, ENGLAND!!!
"Monster" by Paramore begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does Kate Steele along with her husband Teddy begins to emerge from the back curtain. Kate has a huge smile on her face as she flips off at the booing crowd. She begins to sprint down the aisle as she talks trash to the fans.
Kate finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about as the crowd boos her louder.. She closes her eyes placing a single finger over her lips offering the Shhhh sound which all the fans just roar back.. She takes her place in the corner afterwards waiting for the match to begin.
Jenny Beck: SHE'S LOUD, SHE'S PROUD, SHE'S THE SIREN, KATE SSSSSSSTTTTEEEEELLLLLEEEE!!!
*HUGE CROWD POP!*
Crowd: STEELE! STEELE! STEELE!!! STEEELE!
Koss: In some circles she's known as Punk Kate Steele due to her affiliation as lead vocalist for a punk band back in England that we can't name due to legal copyright reasons and is a well known face to many on the wrestling circuit!
Spazz: Don't know why we can't say the name, I love her concerts man! She gets dirty as fuck and just fucking kills it on the stage!
Koss: Well if her opponent isn't careful tonight, Kate may very well kill it again tonight in that wrestling ring! Despite growing up in wealth with everything a girl can ask for, she's struggled with demons aplenty in her life and professional wrestling is but one of her many outlets where that pain is turned to passion.
Spazz: Woah that was deep as fuck, Fats.
Koss: I like to do my homework on talent and Kate Steele may have a bit of a chip on her shoulder here in Galactic, she's a fan favorite for certain.
Jenny Beck: AND HER OPPOSITION FOR THE NIGHT FROM NEW ORLEAN'S FRENCH QUARTER, LOUISIANA, ACCOMPANIED BY ERIC DONOVAN!!!
"Congratulations... you have survived."
At this point, the beat picks up a bit and Lyra LeVeux-Donavan saunters out onto the stage, her cloak flowing behind her. She tosses her hair over her shoulders and spreads her arms wide, soaking in the reactions of the fans as Eric Donavan comes out behind her, his hands going to her waist as he comes to stand at her back. She reaches up, arms going behind his neck as she looks up toward him before the pair disengages and makes their way toward the ring.
As they arrive, Lyra again spreads her arms as Eric lifts her easily onto the apron before climbing up himself, holding the ropes for her to enter the ring. She does so, pausing for a kiss en route, before ascending the ropes with one leg wrapped over the top, holding her arms up high as the spotlights center on her.
"I tried to make you immortal..."
YOU TRIED TO MAKE ME A KILLER!"
Unclasping and dropping her cloak, Lyra steps up onto the top strand and backflips off the ropes, landing on her feet and giving a mocking curtsy to the fans giving her a hard time, before backing into the corner, awaiting the start of the match.
Jenny Beck: LLLLLYYYYYRRRRAAAA LEVEUX-DDDDDOOOONNNNOOOOOVVVVVAAAANNN!!
*HUGE FAN-FAVORITE POP!*
Koss: Lyra Donovan is well known to the GWW fans for her excellent matches against Discovery's own Dona Rotten!
Spazz: Yeah those two broads beat the living shit outta' each other not once, but twice and the fans ate it up like crack fondue yo!
Koss: These two are well respected for their strong work ethic and I personally cannot wait to see how this pans out! Here's referee Kirk checking both women over and now motioning for the bell!
*DING DING DING*
Koss: Lyra wastes no time, going right after Kate! The Siren showing off her speed and agility by dodging shots with Lyra! She catches the arm, twist into a wristlock, but Lyra front flips and goes for a lariat, but Kate ducks and bridges her over with into a kneeling armbar, but Lyra snaps a leg up, kicking Kate right in the face! Both separate and Kate goes for a spinning heel kick but Lyra popping Kate with a hard right that sends her staggering into the ropes!
Spazz: Lyra ain't takin' any fuckin' prisoners up in heeeyaaahhh!!!
Koss: Kate recovers quickly and snaps back at Lyra and the two are trading shots back and forth! Lyra is slowly winning the exchange, no High front kick spins Lyra around. Lyra spins with it and hurls a Haymaker but Kate slips under the arm and SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX PIN, but Kate can't hold it for even a one count!
Spazz: Fuck man they are lightning quick!
Koss: And once again it's like watching hands moving at near mach speeds as the two dodge, block, and counter each other's blows! Once again, Lyra is proving to be a stronger brawler than Kate, steadily chipping away with more and more shots finding their mark!
Finally Lyra hits a hard right hand, followed by a left hook that spins and drops Kate to one knee! Lyra pulls her into an inverted facelock, places a hand to her back and a loud grunt, lifts her up, bridging back with a....
Koss: INVERTED SUPLEX ON KATE!!!
Spazz: That's the kind of belly smack you don't want!
Koss: And Lyra now locking Kate in a tight hold, but The Siren flips forward right out of it and drives a knee right into Lyra's face!
Lyra's head snaps back and she rolls onto her side from the impact, clutching at her forehead. Outside, Eric slaps the apron and shouts, "COME ON, LYRA! YOU GOT THIS!"
Spazz: SUPPORT YO' WOMAN DAWG!
Koss: Kate now gathering Lyra up and tossing her into the corner and Kate works her over with a series of stiff martial arts kicks, again and again! A spinning heel kick finish drops Lyra to a seat and Kate now backing up... Running face wash jacks Lyra's head to the side!
Kate scoffs and backs off, quickly turning to the crowd shouting, "WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?"
Spazz: You can see the scratches of her boot right on LLD's face!
Koss: And Kate Steele crouches low, then launches herself forward for another attack, Lyra grabs the ropes and pulls up throwing both boots right into Kate's midsection!
Kate stumbles back and falls to a seat with croaked coughs as Lyra pulls herself up onto the top rope and crouches low....
Koss: Lyra setting up now for a big move! Kate on her feet and HERE COMES LYRA WITH A DIVING BRAINDEAD KNEE KICK!!!!
Spazz: SICK FUCKING KNEE YO!!!
The impact is explosive, rocking Kate right on her back, both hitting the canvas as the same time. Lyra rolls right over her for a pinfall!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRR-KICKOUT!!!
Koss: Kate Steele barely kicks out but it's clear that knee shot rattled her to her core!
Spazz: She's lost thoughts from her childhood, Lunchbox! Count on it!
Koss: Lyra tosses Kate into the ropes, Kate nearly going through them and draping onto the second.... Lyra returns the favor with a Face wash of her own!
Kate's head snaps to the side and she falls straight to the canvas, still dazed.
Spazz: Payback for days!
Koss: And Now Lyra is stomping a mudhole on Kate right there while using the ropes for leverage! Kate is driven out of the ring and straight to the floor in a heap!
Spazz: Yet she's still getting up! Ain't no stoppin' that bitch!
Koss: and here comes Lyra with a TOPE CON HILO driving both women to the canvas! Eric Donovan stands back with a smile, clapping his hands!
Spazz: Home-slice better celebrate! His hot wifey is kickin' dat ass!
Lyra quickly blows him a kiss as she rises up from Kate, pulling her up by one arm and promptly whipping her towards the Spanish Announce table!
Spazz: Those Spaniards are about to lose another taaaabbbblllleee!
Koss: You might be right, but by who! Lyra goes for a headslam but Kate blocks and elbows her, slamming her head into the table instead! Kate now turning the tide as she proceeds to batter the table with Lyra's skull with repeated slams!
Spazz: Lyra wants to make her become one with the motherfuckin' table, Fats!
On the final slam, Lyra's head snaps back and she falls to the floor, dazed from the onslaught while Kate begins brushing monitors and equipment off of the table. She then gathers Lyra and slings her up onto the table. Joining her there, she gathers Lyra on shaky legs and pulls her into a front facelock!
Koss: Lyra in trouble now as Kate starts to lift her up but Lyra blocks, hooking a leg between hers and then spinning out of the hold! KATE'S CAUGHT!
*KRAKUNCHKT!*
*TABLE POP!*
Koss: SNAPMARE DRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE! BOTH WOMEN ARE DOWN!
Spazz: While that was sick as fuck, one thing you never wanna' do if you can help it, is go through the table with the other guy or gal that you're putting them through!
Koss: Ain't that the truth! Lyra rolls out of the wreckage first pulling Kate with her and lifting her up to toss her right back in the ring!
Lyra slides in behind Kate and signals for famous Superkick, letting out a loud wolf's howl!
Koss: Lyra is looking to finish this thing right here and now. Kate on her feet, turns, WOLF FANG-NO! Kate side steps and hits a SAVATE KICK that floors Lyra Donovan!!!
Spazz: How'd she even see that shit coming?!
Both women fall to the canvas in a heap, Lyra staring bleary eyed up at the ceiling while Kate clutches at her throbbing skull, still pounding after going through the table previously.
Koss: She had a split second to react and so far, everything in this match has been second by second quick with these two! They've poured so much into every minute of this hard hitting match! Kate is up and signaling for the end as she climbs to the top rope!
Spazz: Everybody knows her Silence is Golden!
At ringside, Eric slams his hands on the apron, "COME ON! GET UP, LYRA! SHE'S COMING FOR YOU!"
Koss: Lyra getting to her feet now at the urging of her husband, turning and Kate's airborn! SILENCE IS MISSED, LYRA DUCKS AND RUSHES FOR THE CORNER AS KATE CRASHES AND BURNS!!!
Lyra vaults to the top rope, but Kate recovers fast, rushing up and vaulting onto the second rope, lifting Lyra up on her shoulders!
Spazz: OH SHIT!
Koss: Lyra's in trouble!!!
Thinking fast, suddenly Lyra throws herself back just as Kate backbridges, reversing into a....
Koss: COUNTER WITH AN INVERTED HURRICANRANA!!!
Spazz: Oh there is no nice way to take that landing at all! She just fucked Kate's shit UP!
Koss: Kate fighting to get up as Lyra vaults to the nearby ropes, SPRINGBOARD MOONSAU-NO, KATE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY but Lyra doesn't stay down! FLOAT-OVER NECKBREAKER BY KATE!!!
Kate hits her signature and rolls to a kneel on impact, pumping her fist with a triumphant, "YES!"
Spazz: Neck and motherfucking neck with these two? Who's gonna' die first because that's what it's gonna' take!
Koss: And Kate moves in to apply the ANKLE LOCK!!! Lyra's in a world of hurt, trying to fight that urge to tap out!
Eric Donovan at ringside shouts out at her, "GET OUT OF IT! YOU CAN DO THIS!!!"
Spazz: I need to find me a chick that looks at me the way that Donovan dude looks at Lyra!
Koss: Lyra fighting to get out of the hold, punching the canvas but not tapping out! She twists, she turns, but Kate keeps moving with her! Lyra curls in on herself and THRUST KICK TO KATE STEELE'S JAW BREAKS THE HOLD!!! But the damage may already be done!
Lyra rolls away from Kate after knocking her flat on her back with the underside kick counter, but as she gets to her feet, she's already limping after just a few agonizing seconds in the ankle lock.
Spazz: Ankle locks suck. Period. Fuck 'em.
Koss: Kate's back on her feet, but none too quickly after that sharp kick to the jaw. This has been a war of attrition!
Spazz: Fuck yeah, they're taking each other down a piece at a time.
Koss: Kate and Lyra now circle each other in the worker's walk, Kate wiping what appears to be blood from the corner of her mouth. She might have bitten the inside of her cheek. Lyra has a dangerous look in her eye now as her limp slowly works itself out....
Spazz: Who's gonna' make the next move!
Koss: They lunge at each other almost at the same time, Kate ducking low as Lyra swings for the fences! Kate goes for the legs and gets a double axe-handle to the back, followed by a standing headscissor but Kate counters with a Bad Body drop! Lyra tucks and rolls on landing, running for the ropes as Kate does the same across the ring. Both snap off and rebound and with a HEADSCISSOR TAKEDOWN-NO KATE CARTWHEELS OUT OF IT AND HITS A PELE KICK! LYRA GOES DOWN!!!
Spazz: Jesus these two are way too fucking good!!!
Koss: Lyra doesn't stay down as Kate goes for the ropes, rebound, FLOAT-OVER DDT AND A PIN!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE-KICKOUT!!!
Koss: Lyra kicks out at two and a half but Kate doesn't stop, rolling off and to the ropes... SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP and she holds her leg down for the Pin!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TH-KICKOUT!!!
Spazz: Lyra's tough as a motherfucking dump truck with pig-tails, Kossman!
Koss: Kate Steele's frustration is boiling over and she's now slamming the back of Lyra's head into the canvas repeatedly!!
As she slams Lyra's head, Kate roars at her, "JUST GIVE IT UP!!!!"
Koss: Kate has her by the arm and is signaling for the Shipwrecked!!!!
Just as Kate's about to flip Lyra over, she's pulled into a small package pin!
Spazz: COUNTERED LIKE A BAWS!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTTHHHHRRRE-BARELY KICKED OUT!!!
Koss: She almost had Kate with the possum small package! Kate manages to kick out with such force that both women roll apart and back to their feet! WOLF FANG KICK BY LYRA CONNECTS!!!
On impact, both women hit the canvas, Lyra trying to gather herself for one final push....
Spazz: KATE'S WORLD JUST GOT MUCK FOTHERING ROCKED!!!
Koss: Lyra's down on one knee, can she capitalize on her opportunity! Eric Donovan at ringside now working the crowd to try and motivate Lyra.
Spazz: The fans have been going abso-fucking-lutely insane for this entire match!
Koss: Indeed Lyra now rolling over Kate for the pinfall, will this be enough!
ONE!!! TWO-KICKOUT!!!
Koss: She took too long to make the cover and Kate Steele rolled a shoulder up here!
Spazz: Fucking hell, she nearly drove her jaw up through her forehead with that kick and still Kate fights on!
Koss: Lyra now picking Kate up and KATE HAS HER UP!!! PUNK DRIVE-REVERSED!!!
As Kate lifts Lyra up in that Samoan drop, Kate slips free and instead lands behind her, spins her around and boots her in the gut, locking on a front-facelock and hammerlock combo. She hooks her leg and falls back to hit-
Koss: SOUL OF VENGEANCE DDT!!! IT'S OOOOVVVEEERRR!!!
ONE!!! TTTWWWOOO!!! TTTTHHRRREEE!!!
*DING DING DING*
Jenny Beck: HOLY HELL'S BELLS WHAT A MATCH!!! YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL, DOUBLE L LYRA LEVUEX-DDDDOOOONNNNOOOOVVVVAAANNNN!!!
Lyra rose from her semi-conscious opponent only to fall to one knee, fist int he air and panting hard! A smile creeps across her face as she nods her head to her music as it plays over the P/A.
Koss: Talk about a hard win! Kate Steele made Lyra fight every inch and nearly ever second of this match tonight!
Spazz: As I said, this was a war of attrition that theyz gonnna be feeling for the next few days yo!
COMMERCIAL
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Meganerd by YTcracker begins to blast all across the speakers as it does so Christina Rose makes her way from the back curtain with a huge grin on her face. Christina smiles as she blows kisses to the crowd as she makes her way down to the ring. She slaps the outstretched hands of all of the roaring fans. She quickly slides into the ring and kips up to her feet as she waves her hands in the air getting the crowd behind her. She jumps around a bit as she tosses her eye glasses to the side. A ring attendant, just as previously done, catches the glasses outside the ring and takes them right to the time keeper's table.
Jenny Beck: THE BLOSSOMING ONE, CCCCCHHHRRIIISSTTTIINNNAAA ZZZZZZDDDDDUUUUNNNNIIIICCCHHH!!!
*HEEL JEER!*
Koss: Crystal walks into this match against a very angry Juliet Black in her element. I did forget that Grudge matches on Tuesday Night Enterprise are fought under Hardcore rules, meaning no count outs, no DQ, just straight blunt force trauma brutality!
Spazz: Yeah they had a game plan but Christie decided to take her out at an opportune time! Got a question though, Lunchbox.
Koss: Shoot.
Spazz: Why the fuck does everyone call her Crystal?
Koss: You know, I don't really know. It just kind of rolls off the tongue doesn't it?
Spazz: But it's not her fucking name yo!
Jenny Beck: AAAAAND HER OPPONENT FROM DUBLIN, IRELAND....
With AFI blasting over the speakers, Juliet swaggers down the ramp with the lower half of her face covered in a skull jaw bandana, trash talking anyone who looks at her wrong. She’s no nonsense in her approach except for the constant shit talking. She enters the ring with little fan fair, throwing a fist into the air as Jenny tells the world her name!
Jenny Beck: JJJJJJUUUULLLLIIIEEEETTTTT BBBBBBBLLLLAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!
*CROWD POP!*
Koss: Juliet was fuming after her elimination last week.
Spazz: I was reading her twitter. The fuck is a Bamboo Manicure?
Koss: You rrrreeeeaally don't want to know, Spazz-O. Here comes the Ref and she's motioning for the bell!
*DING DING DING!*
Koss: Juliet going right for Crystal who backs into the ropes and slips through them, quickly turtling up as punishing blows rain down on her! Referee Kirk issues the count and at 4, Juliet backs off mustering as much effort as possible! Crystal slips off the ropes and HARD SLAP rocks Juliet's head to the side just before Crystal dashes out of the ring!
Spazz: Slapped like a bitch, nyah!
Koss: Juliet now in hot pursuit as Crystal rushes around the ring, slides back in, and Juliet goes right behind her and takes a LOW ORBIT DROPKICK to the face! Juliet is sent back out of the ring clutching at her face with legs a kicking as Crystal slingshots up and over with a wild cry! Tope Senton Splash across Juliet's back with a tuck and roll back to her feet and a hard kick to the ribs follow up!
Spazz: Christie's taking no prisoners tonight!
Koss: Crystal has Juliet up and toss into the guard rail with a running high kick follow up but Juliet moves out of the way, a Fan almost getting a face full of boot while Crystal winds up straddling the guard rail!
As Crystal pulls herself painfully off the guard rail Juliet rushes in with a stiff boot to the gut, followed by several clubbing overhand blows to the back!
Koss: And now Juliet is pouring on the punishment with savage blows to Crystal's back! She's got her by the tights now with a running start and Juliet HURLS Crystal over the railing and into the laps of the front row fans!
Spazz: You know they coppin' feels yo!
Koss: Juliet now reaching over the barricade to grab a handful of Crystal's hair and just hurls her right over the barricade onto that packed dirt floor!
Spazz: Sure it's dirty, but it's a Livestock Arena.... why the fuck we doin' this show in a Livestock Arena anyways?
Koss: It's a large space that's low on rent this time of year and now Juliet advancing on Crystal as she tries to crawl away and regroup!
She takes the opportunity to rush in and boot Crystal right in the ass, driving her face into the dirt, which elicits laughter from Ms. Black. She promptly jumps down on Juliet, rubbing her face back and forth in the dirt!
Koss: Juliet's may be having fun but the Referee is still counting down the seconds. She might want to get back into the ring!
Spazz: Let 'em get counted out, this is fucking awesome!
Koss: Juliet just SLAMS Crystal's forehead into the dirt, then gets up to gather up one of the rodeo trash cans at ringside!
Spazz: Crystal's face is a wreck! Don't wipe away the dirt, get the fuck away from that ballah badass bitch yo!
Crystal manages to scrub most of the dirt from her face in time to duck a running trashcan smash attempt and answer with slick kick which Juliet (dropping the trash can) catches only to regret it seconds later with a standing....
Koss: ENZIGURI COUNTER rocks Juliet's world right there as both women hit the dirt. Crystal gathers up the trash barrel and...
*WWWHHUUMMPPTTT!!*
Koss: ...SLAMS it across Juliet's head before she can get up!
Spazz: Hardcore Rodeo yo!
*WHUMPT! WHUMPT! WHUMPT!*
Koss: Again and again, Crystal keeps hitting Juliet with the Trash barrel until it seems like she's barely stirring. Crystal is now setting up the barrel. She's got Juliet and is tossing her into it head first!
Spazz: This looks like it's gonna' hurt yo!
Koss: Juliet is trying to escape the deep barrel, her legs just kicking wildly as Crystal searches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair!
She gives it a few taps and then slaps the chair right on the upturned ass of Juliet Black, laughing maniacally the entire time!
*WHACKT!* *WHACKT!* *WHACKT!* *WHACKT!*
Koss: Crystal is now giving Juliet a hardcore chair spanking and she can't fight back inside that barrel!
Spazz: Hate to say it lunchbox, but this is....kind of a turn on....
Koss: Seriously man? And Crystal kicks over the barrel, spilling Juliet out only to-
*FFFFHHHHWWWAAAACCCCKKKKTTT!*
Koss: CHAIR WARPING SHOT RIGHT TO THE SKULL! Juliet may be out cold here, but as this isn't a falls count anywhere match, Crystal has to get her back into the ring to make the pin!
Crystal tosses the chair back into the ring, then gathers her foe up and slings her back inside. Juliet rolls into the ring and flat on her back as Crystal hops up, grips the apron and slingshots up and over with a body press pin!
ONE! TWO!!!! TTTTHHR-KICKOUT!!!
Koss: JULIET STILL LIVES!
Spazz: Crystal put a motherfucking dent in that chair using her skull!
Koss: And now Crystal is gathering up that same chair, looking to do some more damage as Juliet slowly gets to her feet. Crystal rushes in and-
*FHWACKLACKKTL*
Koss: JULIET KICKS THE CHAIR OUT OF HER HAND!
And while Crystal is stunned, Juliet spins and delivers a brutal left hook that has both falling to the canvas together!
Koss: BARE KNUCKLE GLAM! JULIET FALLS ON TOP OF CRYSTAL FOR THE PIN!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Juliet is on her feet and picks up the chair and rushes at Crystal, only to stop as soon as she turns, toss the chair at her and then hit a spinning back kick that drives the chair right into her face, sending her staggering back and falling to a seat in the corner!
Koss: This is Juliet's element right here, Hardcore, dirty and nasty!
Spazz: Just how I like it!
Koss: Juliet with a running start, tosses the chair and dropkicks it right in Crystal's face as if to combined the added insult with even further injury!
She turns and pulls Crystal from the corner, then steps on the woman's hair and lifts both arms up by the wrist until it's tight, effectively pulling her hair while yanking hard on the arm, getting a wail of pain from Crystal for her efforts. The pain is intensified as she starts violently wringing and wrenching fingers!
Koss: She's firmly in the driver's seat now just pulling on Crystal's arms as hard as she can with both feet pinning her hair down for added pain!
Spazz: Gaddamn she scream any louder and We gonna' need a hearin' aid after this match!
Juliet: WE HAD A PLAN, CHRISTIE! YOU BROKE THAT PLAN AND FUCKED ME OVER, SO NOW.... I FUCK YOU!!!
She then slings Crystal's arms down and kicks her square in the face! Crystal rolls onto her side, but despite the throbbing pain in her skull, she slowly fights to get back to her feet.
Koss: Juliet moving in now with a RUNNING CURB-STOM-NO!!!! Crystal rolls to her feet and FLASHING LIGHTS KICK CONNECTS! Juliet goes down with Crystal falling on top of her now!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHR-KICKOUT!!!
Spazz: Lotta' close falls. Neither one of these bitches gonna' give it up, yo!
Crystal snaps up at the referee, "THREE!!!! THREEE!!!! ONE TWO THREE!!! LEARN TO COUNT IDIOT!"
Koss: Crystal giving the ref an undeserved ear full and now she's gathering her stunned foe up and pulls her into a front facelock. MEGA BUSTAH-COUNTERED INTO A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX PIN!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! T-SHOULDER'S UP!
Koss: Juliet breaks the pinfall by bridging up her opponent. Spin around into a knee lift and a snap suplex by Juliet Black!
Juliet bounces up with a flex of her arms on impact, then falls to one knee, trying to shake loose the cobwebs from that superkick.
Spazz: All that just outta' reflex alone. Julie B's a natural, Lunchbox.
Koss: I'll say. It's not often that someone who has only been in the sport as long as Juliet Black can hold their own so well against a long term career veteran like Christina Hilton-Zdunich!
Spazz: Christie has come a loooooong way from her humble roots, but Juliet Black is gonna' be a motherfuckin' future super star VIP she keeps going like this!
Koss: Both women now on their feet and Juliet sends Crystal across the ring with an Irish whip, dip down STEEP back body drop, but Crystal flips with it, landing on her feet! Juliet turns, FLASHING LIGHTS KICK CAUGHT! Juliet spins Crystal around and FADE BLACK TWO!!
Crystal screams out, "AAAAAAHHH!!! NONNNOOOONNNNOOOOOO!!!!" all while she's reaching for the ropes that are mere inches away from her fingertips!
Juliet wrenches hard with the cross face, roaring at the top of her lungs, "YYYYYYEEEAAAASSSS!!! TAP!!! TAP!!! TTTTAAAAAPPP!!!"
Koss: Can Crystal get her hands on those ropes! She's fighting valiantly against this hold Closer and Closer she gets to the ropes.... SHE'S GOT THE ROPES!
Spazz: Did she forget this is a hardcore match and the rules don't apply?
Crystal, with her abdomen being compressed in a body scissor and the nerves of her face on fire from crossface has only one solution and that is TAPPING OUT!!
Koss: SHE TAPPED! TAPPED!!!
Spazz: Tap or snap yo, Crystal made the smart choice!
*DING DING DING*
Jenny Beck: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY TAP OUT.... JJJJJJUUUULLLIIIEEEETTTTT BBBBBBBLLLLLAAAAACCCCKKKKK!!!!
As AFI assaults the senses, Juliet Black releases the hold on Crystal and rises to her feet a bit wobbly at first, but then straightens her stance and raises her fist in the air with a proud smug, satisfied grin.
Spazz: While it wasn't as hardcore as it could've been, these two did beat fuck outta' each other!
Koss: Indeed, but Crystal Adunich is not the type to deny or turn your back on.... Wait LOOK OUT JULIET!!
Crystal picks up the steal chair and wallops Juliet across the back of the head with a violent chair shot knocking her right off her feet!
*FFFFWWWHHHAAAAAACCCAAACCCCKKKKTTT!!!*
Spazz: MOTHER OF ALL FUCKS WHAT A CHAIR SHOT!!!
Crystal proceeds to beat and batter the downed Juliet with chair shot after chair shot, going completely psychotic on her opponent!
*FFFWHACKT! FFFWWHACCCKT!!! FFFFFHHHWWWAAACCCKT!*
Koss: Crystal has flipped out! Referee Kirk moves in and takes the chair from her!
Kirk: GET OUT OF THE RING OR YOU'LL BE FINED!
Crystal shoves her back with a scoff.
Crystal: I MADE MY POINT!
Then storms out of the ring as Juliet lays there for a moment, wincing pain and clutching at the back of her now bleeding head!
Koss: Someone get the doc down here, Juliet's been busted open and the blood is pouring freely on the canvas!
Spazz: She paid for that tap out victory in blood on the canvas!
Koss: The animosity between these two just went up several notches on the dial, but I know this, things are far from over between these two women!
COMMERCIAL
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NO INTERFERENCE MATCH
Life of Agony’s “Lost At 22” starts up and Halo steps out looking stoic and simply ready to go seemingly paying the boo birds no attention at all. She sweet time getting to the ring making sure she milks all the attention she possibly can as she drinks everything in. Halo makes her way up the steps and slips through the ropes effortlessly. They take the center of the ring and B-Brat walks up to the ropes, flashing hand signals to the crowd as Halo stands behind her, simply raising her right fist to the sky. Halo simply stands tall, ready for war.
Jenny Beck: HHHHHHEEERRRREEE'S HHHHHAAAAALLLLLOOOOOO!!!!
*HEEL JEER!*
Koss: Last week Halo won by hook and crook with the help of B-Brat.
Spazz: Well now we see if she can stand on her own without the outside help, yo.
Koss: Indeed!
Jenny Beck: AAAAND HER OPPONENT! EVERYONE'S FAVORITE MICHIGANDER FROM ANN ARBOR!
River makes her way past the entrance curtain, she exudes confidence, as she practically glides towards the ring. Once at the bottom of the ramp, she enters the ring, and heads towards the center. Once at mid-ring, River takes a knee, attempting to steel her resolve for the battle to come.
*HUGE FACE POP!*
Crowd: KICK HER ASS RIVER!!!! KICK HER ASS RIVER!!!
Koss: The crowd is 100% behind River tonight, looking to see her get payback after being flatout robbed by Halo last week!
Spazz: Nobody got robbed! Halo played a smarter game is all!
Koss: Well the Ref is motioning for the bell and here we go!
*DING DING DING*
Koss: River bursts at Halo who ducks under her clothesline and rushes to the ropes! Snap back and she ducks another clothesline! Second rebound, Halow baseball slides and runs for the ropes one more time! Snap back and she's caught by River GORILLA PRESS DROP but Halo lands on her feet and River has no idea!
River flexes her arms and nods as she shouts to the crowd, "THAT'S RIGHT!"
Spazz: Turn around Muscle Barbie!
Koss: She doesn't turn fast enough getting a sharp boot to the head!
River spins around blind lashing out by Halo catches the arm and twists right into a standing Armbar!
Spazz: Niiiice!
Koss: Standing Armbar locked tight as a drum and Halo in complete control!
...Or at least so she thought as suddenly River flips forward and surprises her with a quick kick to the jaw which sends Halo staggering back!
Koss: Solid counter by River. River on her feet and coming at Halo full steam ahead, Halo ducks and lets River hit the turnpost and stiff kicks to the thigh now. River swings, Halo ducks the shot, Spinning Back Suplex and pin by Halo!
ONE!!! TW-KICKOUT!!!
Spazz: Too soon for that kinda' talk!
Koss: River back rolls side by side with Halo and now she's taking stiff, hard kicks one after the other straight to the chest with a low orbit Enziguri kick rocks River flat on her back!
Spazz: Halo is just taking River to the cleaners here!
Koss: She's lightning quick and CARTWHEEL ELBOW DROP PIN!
ONE!!! T-POWEROUT!
River launches Halo off of her and sits up with an angry scowl on her pretty face!
Koss: River EXPLODES out of that pinfall!
Spazz: Bitch looks PISSED!
Koss: River on her feet and Halo with a mid kick, gets caught by the leg and pulled into a LARIAT that spins her to the canvas for a belly flop landing!
Spazz: I think big girl done had ENOUGH yo!
Koss: Indeed! River gathering a stunned Halo up high in the air and MILITARY PRESS SLAM!!!
Spazz: She clipped her chin and I'm willing to bet $20 that she's got a few chipped teeth there!
Koss: River snapping off the ropes and LEG DROP followed up with a quick pin!
ONE!!! TWO!!! KICKOUT!!!
Koss: Halo kicks out of the legdrop and now River's gathering her up by the straps of her top and hurling her across the ring!
Halo ducks down, allowing herself to be hurled through the ropes to the dirt floor outside the ring, rolling a bit on impact!
Spazz: River's gonna' flow through a bitch tonight, straight the fuck up!
Koss: No denials there, she's angry and Halo is feeling every bit of River's wrath!
Halo starts to crawls towards the barricade, using it to get up just as River slides out of the ring and moves in to deliver a punishing overhand blow that drops her straight to the floor.
Koss: Ooooo, and now River gathering Halo up and sends her right over the ring steps with a hard irish whip!
Spazz: That's how knees get fucked up!
Koss: River marching towards Halo....
Halo lays there, holding her knees on the otherside of the steps and happens to look up to see Halo coming right for her. Suddenly she kicks the steps with both hands just as Halo meets them, cracking her right in the knees and buckling her over!
Spazz: She's stayin' alive as hard as she can in this!
Koss: Halo getting up and FACEBUSTER ON THE RING STEPS! River is snockered by that one and now Halo is rolling back into the ring, clearly favoring one leg over the other here. River recovers and slides back in! Both women trading shots now and Halo with a CARTWHEEL ENZIGURI! River drops to one knee. Halo going to the ropes, BLACK 13! Down goes River and now Halo is signaling for the bitter end!
Spazz: She's going up top, Fats!
Koss: Halo is airborne! ELIJAH'S RISE CONNECTS WITH RIVER'S LIFTED KNEES!!!!
Spazz: CRASH AND BUUUURRRRRRNNN!!!
Halo's eyes widen as she sees Halo at the last second bring her knees up. There's nothing else she can do except take those knees straight in the sternum, bouncing off on impact and thrashing wildly as she clutches at her burning guts. River rolls to her feet and stumbles into the ropes, clutching at her head and breathing hard.
Koss: Both of these women are in aLOT of pain.
Spazz: Yeah and River's been jack smacked upside the head so many times that I'm surprised she's not wearing her brain on her shoulders at this point. Shit's gotta' be like soup!
Koss: Halo fights to her feet using the ropes, River looks at her and gets to a running start. Halo sees her coming and does the same! Flying leap, River catches her with a Spinebuster! EXPLOSIVE POMMEL STRIKE...
On impact neither move or get up, Halo completely winded on impact and yet River's head snaps up and she falls to her side next to her....
Spazz: ....Hey why ain't River moving?!
Koss: I don't know, let's check the replay from another angle...
Koss hits the replay button from another angle, showing that as Halo was going down, she hooked River's head in a front facelock, spiking the top of her skull right on the canvas!
Koss: I'll be damned Halo reversed the Pommel Strike into an Implant DDT! I think River's stunned!
Spazz: Fast thinking by Halo because she's bought herself recovery time right there!
Koss: Halo now on shakey legs,but isn't going for the pin... She's going to the top rope but River's finally starting to stir, she gets to a stand and DIVING BLACK 13!!!
Spazz: She gets alotta' mileage outta' that kick dog!
Koss: Halo going for the cover now!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTTHHHRRREEEEE!!!!
*DING DING DING!*
Jenny Beck: AND THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY YE' OLD PINFALL.... HHHHHHAAAAAAALLLLLLOOOOOOO!!!!
Halo rises from River, stumbling and seeming every bit in shambles from the beating she'd taken during much of the match, but she raises a dirty fist in the air, roaring to the crowd, "YYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"
Koss: River put up one hell of a fight, but Halo redeemed a questionable loss with a decisive one here tonight!
Spazz: Just barely! But Muscle Barbie made her sweat her female balls off for that shit! After tonight, I bet River's gonna' step that game up and look to even the score up between her and Haley-O yo!
Koss: Indeed!
COMMERCIAL
#HHHHHEEEAAARRRRR MMMMMEEEE NNNOOOOWWW!!!
The growly roar of Robb Flynn sounds over the house P/A as "Imperium" by Machine Head explodes at the 1:27 mark with thunderous and brutal guitar riffs and heavy drum thuds assault the crowd's senses. This coincides with several columns of sparks exploding from beneath the corrugated steal as a tall and powerfully built woman with fierce, piercing eyes and a stone cold resting bitch face steps out onto the stage. Muscles rippled and flexed as she stood there for several seconds, her long blond hair is tied back in a long ponytail draped over one shoulder, while the gleaming Cosmic Championship rests upon the other. Her attire is an all black suit with white dress shirt, black leather gloves, and wrap around sunshades. Everything about her screamed cold, calculating destruction personified.
She heads for the ring with a confident, unwavering stride. There is no fear, no anger, no fury, only certain doom in those dark brown eyes. Arriving at ringside, she leaps onto the apron and slips through the ropes. Upon entering the ring, she turns to face the crowd with steel in her gaze. She's handed a microphone and from there she proceeds to address the crowd.
Spazz: That's one scary woman Lunchbox!
UVR: Good evening. I have been in this career path for a substantial length of time. I've been a villain to many, but until recently, it was rare to hear anyone chant my name. Not once, have I ever made an effort to be endeared by the people for I am here to do a task.
Casting her gaze out upon the noisy fans, Ursula's face read like stone, hard and impassive, embodying every bit of her Terminator persona. Yet her tone gave away a hint of inflection, her tone
UVR: You embrace me when I have done nothing for it. When I broke Rebecca Lawson, you cheered for me. When I won this championship, you erupted for me. I am a monster who feels no remorse for the pain and suffering I've caused throughout my career. My only regrets are who I did the damage for. Now everything I do is for me.
She removes those shades and hangs them on the lapel of her suit jacket, then peels the belt from her shoulder to gaze upon it.
UVR: I've had earned contenderships denied and been barred from achieving the highest tiers of accomplishment for an entire decade now. Always I was told my time would come, but it never did. Constantly were promises made to me broken by those in power and yet it is not a promoter that I had sold my soul to or some clique group that I put my muscle to use for, but someone who I have considered an enemy for the majority of my career that granted me this shot and I took it.
Finally the facade starts to crack, moisture building in her eyes. She's quick to wipe them away, taking in a deep breath. Her face suddenly flushes and her brow furrows, jaw tightening with anger!
UVR: I was proud of the fact that despite a lack of championship pedigree, that I was respected and feared by even the highest tiers of any wrestling promotion I worked for! I accomplished what those so called champions rarely could without a leather strap that bared their name on an engraved plaque! That is why I stand before you conflicted.
She wipes at her eyes again.
UVR: So many champions out there gained their shots because of friendships, alliances, and even by stimulating the genitals of a promoters, but I did none of those things. Perhaps that is one such reason why it hasn't been until now that I have this title you see in my hand.
Slowly Ursula raises that title high over her head.
UVR: Rest assured, no bikini clad whores, sexual aggrandizers, or other women who peddle their bodies as if wares for sale, will EVER take this championship from me. The days of the Sex Goddesses reigning supreme in Galactic Women's Wrestling has come to an end!
The fans roar their approval, much to the continued mystification of Von Rossbach as she stands with that belt held high. It seems, for a moment, that her stone visage might crack a bit further… until “Theater” by Icon For Hire starts to play and the fans perk up again with renewed vigor. Knowing now what this tune means, Ursula replaces the title on her shoulder and turns to the stage, awaiting the interloper who interrupted her moment of victory last week.
ZMS: Ursula, I listened to every word you said and the tale you told, the stories of the path you walked that led you to last week’s glorious moment? Well, they struck a chord deep within me. I cannot claim to emphasize or even truly relate to what you’ve gone through, but at its core… the challenges and the denials and the eventual glory? That I can most certainly relate to.
The smile ever lingers, but the magician’s tone becomes more serious. She paces a little as she speaks now, as if needing the motion, the adrenaline, to dredge up what she’s about to say.
ZMS: Except… I can’t. I entered this business to fulfill a dream of someone special to me, a shared vision, and accomplished that along with much more. As one-half of the Boardwalk Angels, Farrah Cornett and I, we reigned over Ladies All-Star Wrestling for well over 400 days, winning those titles in our third match and carrying them until the company breathed its last. That reign ended with this:
She holds up her right hand, a gleaming gold ring around the middle finger… a Hall of Fame ring.
ZMS: And along the way, the Rose City Tag Titles came into our possession as well. And for upwards of 450 days, no one could touch us. That came to a screeching halt, though, and the crash landing cost me eight months of ring time. Now, healed and more magical than ever, I find myself on my own once more. And y’know, Ursula?
Turning fully to the champion, the magician’s smile lapses for the first time. She stares first at the champion, then the title, and back to the champion again. Von Rossbach dwarfs Madigan-Star, even with her longer-than-life legs. The magician looks like a child next to the champion.
ZMS: That scares me to death. YOU… you frighten me too. You look as if you could flex your arm and twist my head off like a soad cap.
Literally shivering at the thought, Zoey rubs her own arms and turns her back to the champion, staring out at the cheering masses. She shakes her head a little, just as that smile peeks out again.
ZMS: But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Wrestling is all about chances. It’s all about stepping away from the crowd and being different, using all that makes you who you are to be the best that you can possibly be. All the glory I’ve had thus far in my young career, it comes with an asterisk. That’s the peril of being in a team, part of a group. There’s the question of can you do it on your own. Those questions have hounded me for the longest time, Ursula, and… I’m tired of them. Sick of them, in fact. So when Melinda Rhodes brought me into her office last week and told me that if I wanted to get anywhere here that I had to take initiative, to reach out and grab what I want and screw consequences? I made my choice.
Taking a deep, slow breath, Zoey turns and strides up to the champion, looking up at her while trying to keep the tremor from her posture.
ZMS: Having all the hopes and dreams of these good people on my shoulders makes me want to curl up somewhere quiet and safe, but y’know, none of that is going to make me a champion. None of that is going to prove the doubters wrong. And it certainly won’t make anyone, least of all myself, proud of me. That’s why I stepped up last week, Ursula, and that’s why I’m going to Battle Beyond The Stars with ONE goal in mind: TAKING that title from you!
Ursula nods her head curtly as she listens intently to the words being presented to her. A leather clad hand brought her microphone back to her lips.
UVR: Your bravado and extensive hyperbole give away the nervous tension within you, Mrs. Star.
Her head tilts forward as she looks her challenger directly in the eye.
UVR: It tells me you are well aware of what you face and yet here you stand, brave and defiant against the Galactic Titan standing before you. If it is your wish to risk becoming part of my Resume of Destruction, so be it. I have no qualms with breaking you apart piece by piece.
She moves in close, practically towering over Zoey now.
UVR: I would expect no less from a challenger stepping into my world.
The magician gulps, the lump she swallows pretty apparent as the so-named Galactic Titan looms over her. But despite the faint hesitance in her body language and the obvious concern for what’s to come, Zoey still puts forth a bright, genuine smile and lifts her microphone. In the process, she doesn’t turn a single hair away from the champion.
ZMS: And I would expect no more from a champion as powerful and justified in her words and methods as you. Just remember this as we go into this battle, Miss Von Rossbach:
She gets up on her toes, getting a little closer to, but not all the way to, looking the champion in the eye.
ZMS: Knocking me down is much easier than keeping me down.
The tension is thick, piled on by the fans who are already frothing to see these two young women battle it out for championship gold! An unnerving smile crept across Ursula's face, one often seen before the imminent demise of many of her victims in the past. She brings the microphone straight to those lips, her soft chuckles carried by the microphone.
UVR: There is but one problem you have in this equation. You are roughly ten pounds lighter than my hand weights. I press nearly four times your weight everyday on average just to maintain my physique.
She then leans in that little bit more.
UVR: Many quick women who were almost as powerful as me have tried and failed to bring me down. They chip away at a mountain for what feels like an eternity, only to be buried in an avalanche. Slight of hand, smoke bombs, and flash paper are the tricks of your trade, but I require no tricks.....no magic.
Ursula pauses briefly.
UVR: I am the imperium of Galactic Women's Wrestling and you'll soon learn that as have others who stood in my path.
#HEAR_ME_NNNNOOOWWW!!!
"Imperium" by Machine Head hit's the P/A as Ursula backs away from Zoey, raising her championship high in the air. After a customary few feet away, she turns her back, slips through the ropes, and hops down, walking away with her head held high as she heads up the aisle and straight to the back. In her wake stands her challenger, unnerved and tensed, yet with a determined look on her face.
The camera's cut back to the commentary table as Zoey makes her exit from ringside where we find Joe and Mike having a bit of a conversation.
Spazz: You know, Lunchbox, I thought that Zoey was like dead three or four times up in here man. It looked like all Ursula had to do was reach out with her hand like this....
Spazz holds his hand out.
Spazz: ...and just *SCHWELTCH!*
He then squeezes his fist tight.
Spazz: No more sexy magician chick!
Koss: You'd think that, but one thing nobody ever takes into account. As much of a monster as Ursula may be in that ring, she's a rather civil, if not cold woman to deal with.
Spazz: Cold? Motherfucker a blanket full of ice cubes is warmer than that bitch!
Koss: No argument there, but now we're on to our main event involving the Conquest Champion FM Young as she defends against Zenna Zdunich and Maja Lindstrom!
Spazz: You know, Lunchbox, I thought that Zoey was like dead three or four times up in here man. It looked like all Ursula had to do was reach out with her hand like this....
Spazz holds his hand out.
Spazz: ...and just *SCHWELTCH!*
He then squeezes his fist tight.
Spazz: No more sexy magician chick!
Koss: You'd think that, but one thing nobody ever takes into account. As much of a monster as Ursula may be in that ring, she's a rather civil, if not cold woman to deal with.
Spazz: Cold? Motherfucker a blanket full of ice cubes is warmer than that bitch!
Koss: No argument there, but now we're on to our main event involving the Conquest Champion FM Young as she defends against Zenna Zdunich and Maja Lindstrom!
-MAIN EVENT-
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
MAJA LINDSTROM VS ZENNA ZDUNICH VS FM YOUNG
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
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Jenny Beck: HERE WE ARE, BOYS AND GIRLS! MAIN EVENT TIME!!! WHO'S READY TO SEE THE MACK-DADDY OF TTTTHHHHRROW DOWNS TONIGHT?!
Crowd: WE ARE!!!
Jenny Beck: LOUDER!!!
Crowd: WWWWEEEE AAAAAARRRRRREEEE!!!
Jenny Beck: *chuckling* THAT'S BETTER!!! INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA.... MIKE'S SWEDE-REOLE!!!
Spazz: Fuck yeah!
Koss: Settle down, Mikey....
The opening riff to Crucified Barbara’s “In The Red” starts and Maja Lindström makes her way through the curtain, almost bouncing in her giddiness. She hurries to the ring and climbs up on the apron, posing with both arms extended to the sky.
Jenny Beck: MMMMAAAAJJJJJAAAAAA LLLLLLIIIINNNNDDDDSSTTTRRROOOOMM!!!
Spazz: Fuuuuuuck she's hawt.
Koss: Someone get Mike Spazz a drool cup!
Spazz: Fuck you, Lunchbox! I can swallow back my own spit like a big boy!
Koss: Well pick your jaw up off the floor, you're embarrassing the male species!
Jenny Beck: AND HER OPPONENT, ALSO FROM NEAWLEANS.....
The opening guitars of "Freeky People" by Kidneythieves hits the lights starts flashing red and purple. The seconds tick by as Jenny stands in the ring kind of looking perplexed. One barely hears over the microphone her asking Maja, "What's keeping her?" Maja just shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head. The crowd begins to murmur.
Koss: Apparently we're having technical difficulties as someone has missed their cue.
Jenny Beck: ZENNNNNNAAAA ZZZZDDDUUUUNNNICH! COME ON DOOOOOOWWWWNN!! YOU ARE THE NEXT CONTESTANT!!!
The music continues yet there is no appearance by Zenna....
Spazz: The fuck she at?
Koss: *pushing a button on his earpiece* Hey guys, can you send someone back to check on Zenna? Wait what? Camera five going straight to The Wildside Locker room!
We immediately cut to the back where we see Zenna Zdunich unconscious on the floor with Dr. Leonard prepping her for transport. Seleana stands near the doorway talking with the General Manager Melinda Rhodes!
Seleana: I was only gone for a few minutes! I came back and found her like this!
Rebel: And you saw no one enter or leave?
Seleana: No! I didn't!
Rebel: Fuck!
Seleana: Whoever did this is going to pay!!!
Dr. Leonard and two EMT's start to load Zenna onto the stretcher. As the EMT's and Selaena take her out together, he approaches Rhodes directly.
Dr. Leonard: She's stable, but I'm sending her to the hospital down the street for proper treatment. This building's security is rather lax with no cameras around the changing areas. Whoever did this is going to pretty much be blameless until Zenna regains consciousness.
Rebel: Damn.... Well I guess we'll continue the main event without her. Do what you can till an ambulance arrives, Doc.
Dr. Leonard: Will do.
Melinda then storms off in a bit of a huff.
Rebel: Second show in and People already pulling shit like this! FUCK!
We cut back to ringside with a rowdy crowd that clearly wanted more Zenna! Jenny looks over at the announce table with a sigh and a shake of her head, then back to the crowd.
Jenny Beck: DUE TO A BACKSTAGE ALTERCATION WITH UNKNOWN ASSAILANTS THIS MATCH IS NOW A ONE ON ONE CONTEST!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!! WE WANT ZENNA! WE WANT ZENNA! WE WANT ZENNA!!!!
Jenny Beck: I know, it sucks but the show must go on! INTRODUCING NOW THE CHAMPION FROM SEVILLE, SPAIN....
The driving siren's of Gasoline by Porcelain and the Tramp's starts up and the light drops, the guitars start and the light's come back up revealing The One Woman Army F.M. Young, to thunderous applause! The big woman rears back and howls, before starting a slow walk down the ramp were she slaps hands with fans. She hops up onto the apron and howl's again, striking an archers pose before ducking under the ring ropes to walk to the center of the ring, title raised high over her head!
Jenny Beck: FFFFFFMMMMMMM YYYYYYOOOOOOOUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGG!!!
*MIXED POP!*
Koss: FM Young is a veteran who has seen competition all over the world. She has a tendency to be as ruthlessly cunning as she is violent and brutal. Few out there can stand toe to toe with this woman as an opponent.
Spazz: You don't think FM took her out do you?
Koss: FM Young isn't the type to feel threatened by a challenge like that. Without proof, it's hard to say who is responsible.
Referee Kirk steps up, looks at the two competitors, nods to each. A ring attendant takes the championship from FM and hoists it up, showing it off for the crowd before taking it to the time keeper's table. The Ref then motions for the bell.
*DING DING DING*
Koss: aaaand Green light! Both women locking up but FM's quick to take control with a standing wristlock, but Maja flips forward with the twist and short-arm clothesline ducked! FM slipping behind with a Back Drop but Maja rolls right off her shoulder behind her! Maja ducks a fast spinning back hand by FM but a palm strike followup catches her square in the chest and sends her into the ropes!
Spazz: Gettin' fancy up in here!
Koss: Maja springs off the second rope with a dropkick that catches FM right in the chest and sets her back a few steps, but doesn't drop her! Maja is quick to her feet and leaping up with a cutter, but FM counters the attempt with a Pendulum backbreaker!
Spazz: That's oldschool but effective as fuck!
Koss: Maja's in pain but FM isn't letting up, grabbing her up by the throat and HURLING her across the ring into that corner. Running start with a leap body splash just sandwiched Maja with all 6 feet and 214 lbs. of massive muscular woman in that corner!
Spazz: HEY! She crushed my Swede-Reole yo!
Koss: I'm sure she'll recover as FM pulls her limply out of the corner into the STAND ALONE COMPLEX GUT BUSTER!!!!
Spazz: Gutbusters ain't pretty to watch or experience, believe that dawg!
Koss: Oh it ain't pretty, but it is effective. FM's clearly in the driver's seat now as she gathers up Maja and hits repeated knees right into the midsection before tossing her right back into the corner! FM now with a standing foot choke on Maja and the ref gets to a count of for before she releases it, only to do it again!!!
Maja chokes and gargles, gripping at the ankle and kicking her feet before the process repeats with FM pulling the foot back on the command of the referee.
Koss: And now the Champ with a back elbow, knee, forearm, and roundhouse kick combination drops Maja straight to a seat. The Champ backs up, lining up her face and running knee right to the face of Maja!!!
Spazz: COME ON MAJA! YOU'RE TOO HOT TO FAIL!
Koss: ....that's like saying I'm too fat too diet.
Spazz: You know you a sexy fat fuck! *makes kissy faces and smootch noises*
Koss: Maja is just on the receiving end of a beating in that corner as FM Young just pounds her mercilessly!
Spazz: You said FM pounds her.... heh heh...
Koss: Alright Beavis, settle down.
Spazz: No, shut-up Butthead!
Koss: *Flate stare* FM now pulling Maja back to her feet and lifting her up for a seat on the turnpost and climbing up with her. Look at how she balances on that top rope like a cat!
Spazz: She's Toweit like a Tiger yo!
Koss: Toweit?
Spazz: You know, like the dude from Austin Powers liked saying, the Dutch fuck with the gold Dick.
Koss: Ah, Gold Member, I remember... and It seems FM is having trouble up there. Maja's fighting back! HARD SHOVE by Maja sends FM rolling into a back roll but right back on her feet! She rushes back to the corner to eat a boot to the head! FM staggers a bit as Maja takes flight only to be caught! FM spins around and Maya spins out of the hold ANGEL'S DEMISE CUTTER!!!! ROLLING FM OVER FOR A TIGHT PIN!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TH-THROWN OFF!!!
Spazz: She tossed my Swede-Reole like a ragdoll!
Koss: It's going to take much more than that to put down FM Young here! Both women on their feet, though FM clearly still feeling that Cutter and here comes Maja, Slicedbread off the rope into THE FAMILY TRADITION! Maja with another pin!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THR-KICKOUT!!!
Spazz: BELIEVE IN THE POWER OF YOUR ASS, MAJA! YO' ASS IS POWERFUL!!!
Koss: What the fuck are you going on about man?
Spazz: BELIEVE!!!!
While they were talking, Maja had back rolled off of FM and helped her to her feet, then gut kicked her and straddled her head. There Lindstrom motioned for her finisher 'In The Red'....
Koss: Maja looking to finish this... IN THE RE-NO! FM REVERSES WITH A BACK BODY DROP!!
Spazz: Ow fuck, dumped right on her head too!
Koss: FM Young now gathering Maja up and sharp knee lift followed by a higher knee to the face that snaps Maja's head back! THE MAN MACHINE INTERFACE CLOTHESLINE ROCKS MAJA HARD!!!!
Spazz: Big girls throw big guns!
Koss: FM with the pinfall!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Koss: Maja throws a shoulder up and FM rises, going straight for the nearest turnpost, vaulting up with a split leg bounce and NEGASONIC WARHEAD SPLASH!! FM HOOKS THE LEG!!!
ONE!! TWO!!! TTTHHHHHRRRRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Spazz: My Swede-Reole is hangin' in there yo!
Koss: Maja Lindstrom has suffered considerably in this match but you have to hand it to her, she keeps getting back up. Right now FM's voicing some frustration at the Ref's counting.
After a brief debate, FM nods and waves her off, then gathers Maja to her feet only to get countered by a surprise sitout jawbreaker that has her staggering back and clutching at her mouth!
Koss: Maja with a jawbreaker counter now on her feet and FM Turns and THUNDERSTRUCK WITH A PIN!!!
Spazz: OUTTA' NO-FUCKING-WHERE!!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTHHHRRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Koss: FM powers out yet again. Maja has to be asking herself the same question that FM is right now.... What does she have to do to put this insane woman down?!
Spazz: Insanely Hot you mean!
Koss: You and your Swede-Reole.... Maja hangs in the ropes, trying to regain her composure while FM is on her hands and knees, a bit slow to get up after that skull first Frankensteiner.
Spazz: Thing about Frankensteiners is that more weight comes down on your head and neck, unlike the hurricanrana which flat backs you more.
Koss: Good point and FM's head has been one of Maja's main targets this whole match!
Spazz: Concuss the head, fuck up the vision and ability to concentrate.... yeah that's one way to go about it! I always liked targeting the legs and the balls. Can't stand? Can't fight!
Koss: And here comes Maja! FM Turns, boot to the gut and Maja going for the redline, but FM escapes the hold, Maja's sent to the ropes! Rebound and POP UP HUMAN ERROR PROCESSOR!!!!
The impact Maja's body makes with the ring from the thunderous powerbomb has her practically bounce off the mat!
Spazz: THAT'S A FUCKIN' FUCK BOMB IF I EVER SAW ONE DROPPED!!
Koss: F-Bomb indeed! FM making the cover now!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! TTTTHHHHRREEEE!!!
*DING DING DING*
Jenny Beck: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND STILL YOUR CONQUEST CHAMPION.... F....M....YYYYYYOOOOOOUUUUUNNNNGGGGGG!!!
*CROWD POP!!!!*
There's a mixed reaction in the crowd as FM rises from the semi conscious body of Maja Lindstrom, championship belt presented to her, which she hoists high in the air over her head!
Koss: FM Young retains one more time tonight despite Maja Lindstrom giving her one hell of a fight, but you have to ask yourself, how this would've gone down had Zenna Zdunich not been attacked before the match!
Spazz: I know! That was some motherfuckin' bullshit broseph!
Koss: Well that is all the time we have, thank you all for coming to the show and have a wonderful night!
Spazz: I'm gonna' go console my Swede-Reole!
Koss: Sit down before you get killed!
Spazz: Nah, you can't kill me! You can't kill the Spazztastic one!
Joe just shrugs with a sigh as Mike heads to the ring with love in his eyes.....
Fin