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SVW On Pay Per View => SVW Pay Per Views => Topic started by: SVW Front Office on December 11, 2017, 02:43:11 pm



Title: SVW Rampage - December 10, 2017
Post by: SVW Front Office on December 11, 2017, 02:43:11 pm
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The SVW logo swings through the screen with a Tarzan-like yell before we see the rise of both Kelly Kincaid and Emma MacNamara in their main event match for the SVW Championship. The history of Luther Thunder and Misty Whitmore is also shown, and then finally the events that lead up to the match between Steph Stefano and David Cyclone. DMX’s ‘X Gon’ Give It to Ya” can be heard as background to these clips before we go live with it blaring throughout the arena to a roaring crowd.

The stage looks like a prison yard with spotlights shining all around the arena. The camera pans the crowd as we hear the voices of our broadcast team.

Melissa: On a frigid night in the Twin Cities, welcome to the second annual Rampage! We are live in the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul, Minnesota for the final SVW show of 2017! And it’s also the final show before the much anticipated SVW Draft!

Dante: This will be the last time for some time that this roster will be together, and the buzz has already begun with the draft beginning this Wednesday on Twitter! Every title in SVW will be decided tonight here at Rampage. And right off the bat, conspicuous by his absence is the CEO of this company, Alexander Stryfe.

Melissa: He’s been absent a lot lately, and Vice President Cassandra Steen has been conducting business. The last we saw her, she had just fired Mark Horton as the Aggression General Manager, and replaced him with Kyle Kilmeade.

Dante: That guy’s about as popular as the clap at a French whorehouse. Now with him on Aggression and Cody Kincaid taking over Uprising, SVW is headed on a whole new path in 2018! And--

“War of Change” by Thousand Foot Krutch began to play, drawing a very positive response from the SVW crowd. Cody Kincaid headed out onto the stage, smiling as he looked out over the crowd before being handed a microphone. His music fades out as he prepares to speak.

Melissa: Hold that thought, Dante. The Uprising General Manager is joining us on the stage. Let’s see what he has to say.

Cody: St. Paul, Minnesota….

Cheap pop.

Cody: I don’t know about you guys, but I’m as excited as I’ve been in a long time. This is my first SVW Pay Per View as the new General Manager of Uprising! And man, I am pumped for this! There’s just a few things I’d like to address about what happened on the last Uprising and tonight.

Dante: There certainly was plenty to address from the 100th edition of Uprising, given everything that happened.

Cody: Two things from Uprising, and I’m going to start with Isis Morales. She won a #1 contender match for the Defiance Championship against my wife. As a result of that, I’m informing her and everyone else that she will get her shot at Criminal Intent against whoever is the champion after tonight. That’s regardless of what show she gets drafted to, because she earned it and she will get the winner of Linda Ragnal and Paul James.

Both names get a pretty good response from the crowd.

Cody: As for what happened at the end of the show, I want to make it clear I had no idea that was going to happen. As a matter of fact, I’d been conferencing with Mark during the day about things we could put together for you guys. And I’m sorry to see what happened. If there is anything I can do to repair the situation between him and SVW, I promise you I will do it. But until that happens, that means I’ll be dealing with the new Aggression General Manager Kyle Kilmeade.

Kyle’s name gets nothing but boos from the live crowd, causing Cody to take it all in for a moment with a nod.

Cody: This coming Wednesday, he and I will begin drafting our rosters for the split coming in 2018. I’ve agreed to let him have the first two choices, which he’s obviously accepted. Each day, he and I are going to draft two picks for our respective rosters. We are not going to break up full time tag teams, and tag teams count as one draft pick. After everyone is drafted, it’s important to note that the trade window is open any time. Both General Managers will have to work out the deal between them. I don’t know for a fact who he will take first, and vice versa. All I do know is that this is going to be a very exciting few days coming up. And I’d appreciate all of you following along in the days to come on Twitter.

Melissa: The draft has been the #1 topic of conversation about SVW since Cody was named the new General Manager of Uprising. You can follow him and Kyle easily.

The viewers at home see both Cody and Kyle’s Twitter handles: @isthatcody and @kylegotthis.

Cody: Last but not least, I want to make a couple things clear about tonight. In a match I am especially anticipating between Misty Whitmore and Luther Thunder, the winner will receive a SVW Championship match. That match will take place also at Criminal Intent. I’m going to see to it that everyone who is owed a title shot gets their shots, regardless of where they end up as a result of the draft. That also includes Missy, who earned herself a Pride title shot recently. She will receive her shot immediately against the champion on whichever show she gets drafted to, be it Uprising or Aggression. All in all, this is a very exciting new chapter we are about to begin here in SVW, and I’m looking forward to it more than I can put into words. So let’s stop talking about, shall we? Hey John, let’s get this rolling!

The camera heads to the ring as John leaves the timekeeper’s table with a nod, and heads for the ring with his microphone.


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John: The opening contest of Rampage is scheduled for one fall!

I'm not the one who's so far away when I feel the snake bite enter my veins
Never did I want to be here again and I don't remember why I came...


The lights in the arena dim and smoke fills the entrance as the first lines of Godsmack's "Voodoo" begin playing. Six well built young men emerge onto the stage carrying a caravan with a throne bolted instead of a chair. The high back throne with the plush seat and backing is sat up on by Mistress Vivi as she looks out amongst the crowd with disinterest.

Candles raise my desire why I'm so far away, no more meaning to my life, no more reason to stay...
Freezing feeling, breathe in, breathe in...
I'm coming back again...


The men carry her towards the ring slowly, making sure to take each step slowly in their loin cloths and little else. As they arrive, they gently place the caravan on the floor before three lay across each ring step. Vivi steps over their backs one by one till she reaches the apron. Two others hold the ropes open for her, allowing her to glide into the ring effortlessly to a growing roar of boos from the crowd.

John: Ladies and gentlemen, now making her way to the ring, she is the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, the High Priestess of Baron Samedi, the Monster of the French Quarter... the one and only… MISTRESS VIVI!

Mel: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Rampage! SVW's last event of the year, the last one before the Draft! I'm Mel Rodriguez...

Dante: And I'm Dante Knox, keeping you company throughout this 15-match bonanza we have for you tonight! And to start us off... The Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, Mistress Vivi, who seems to want to add her opponent to her harem. Question is... why did she take a liking to Nico Costello?

Mel: Did she even take a liking to Nico Costello? I mean, he's gentle, outgoing and funny, but I don't think he matches the profile for... Vivienne's servant.

The legendary opening strum of "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor kicks up, getting an immediate reaction just on that alone. As the heaviness kicks up, the infectious beat traverses through the audience. More so when the lights in the arena cascade Panama’s colors of blue, red, and white. Stepping onto the stage, bopping along with the beat, Nico Costello scans the audience. He throws his arms up to further incite them before heading down to the ring. There’s an obvious pep in his step and a glimmer in his dark eyes. He kisses on a pendant around his neck when he reaches the center of the stage.

John: Making his way down to the ring...from Panama City, Panama...weighing in at 215 pounds...NICOOOOO COSTELLLLLOOOOOO!

When he reaches the ring, he takes off the pendant and heads into the ring. He goes towards the referee, giving them a pat on the shoulder and entrusting the pendant to them. When he ends the brief conversation, Nico heads to the center of the ring and crouches down. He gives his respects to the ring, the crowd, and the Heavens before getting off and rushing up the rope. He stands there, keeping the energy of the crowd up. He points out to several of them before jumping off the ropes. After his show is over, he opts to start to search. Namely, a homage to Son Goku by leaning his weight onto a knee and stretching out the free leg and then leaning onto the other.

Mel: I mean, it takes guts to come out to Eye of the Tiger! Nico is a creature you don't see often in wrestling.

Dante: Maybe that's why Vivi wants him in the harem? Diversity, Mel! Think about diversity!

Mel: DOES she want him, Dante?!

Nico and Vivi keep eyeballing one another as the bells ring, grimacing at one another for a while, before they move in for a lock up. The smaller Vivi pushes the taller, stronger Nico upwards as best she can as soon as he starts towering over her, but eventually she lets go of the lock up in an attempt to rock his balance. Turning around, Costello goes for a second lock up, smirking that Vivi isn't going to do much if they keep trying to be technical. He's right: he manages to push Vivi against the corner behind her... but as soon as he lets go of her, Vivienne turns the tables on him and puts Nico against the corner; the referee approaches to open the count, but Vivi keeps staring at the ref doing his job while she opens a full spaccato, choking Nico against the top rope. At a solid 5, Vivi lets go, only for Nico to pay a compliment to Vivi's elasticity... which, of course, doesn't go well.

Dante: Well, if Vivi wanted him in the harem, after that face, I'd bet she doesn't anymore.

Mel: Apparently Vivi doesn't deal well with lews commenta about her elasticity I guess. But it was a very nice compass opening there by her, and Nico took it in stride.

A rather annoyed Vivi then rushes at Nico, and he quickly gets out of the way. Vivienne hits the brakes, and he grabs Vivi's waist, deadlifting her into a German suplex. He quickly rolls back up and tries to do a second deadlift German suplex, but Vivi reacts by throwing several back elbows, one of which hits the sweet spot, and he lets go. Vivi proceeds to dash to the far ropes to build up momentum, and as she comes back, she leaps for his neck to bring him down into a DDT... Nnnnnope! Nico plants his feet down and lifts Vivi up in what seems to be a vertical suplex... NOT REALLY! Vivi lets go when appropriate and flips, landing on her feet behind Nico! Before he turns around, she shoves him chest first into the corner, and as he stumbles backwards, she trips him with a leg sweep, and then throws herself on top of him for a quick cover!

ONE!

Nico quickly kicks out and, as Vivi does the same, he grabs Vivi's head and pulls her to the mat with a snapmare. Vivi rolls and gets back to her feet, jumping onto the second rope and flying into him, locking his head again, this time for a hurricarana. Nico crashes but quickly rolls back to his feet, only for Vivi to strike him with a headbutt to the chest. Nico staggers backwards a little bit, and Vivienne stays on the ball as she dashes in for a big boot to his stomach. Costello bends, and Vivi puts him ina side headlock... to which he responds by grabbing her by the waist and building up speed, forcing Vivi backwards. Eventually, he pushes her into the ropes, and Vivi releases him, allowing herself to be bounced away from him. She makes it all the way across the ring and as she comes back, she smacks him with a forearm smash to the face, causing him to collapse.

Mel: Vivi is working around the size difference between them very efficiently. Nico is 7 inches taller and almost a full hundred pounds heavier, yet here we are!

Dante: Vivienne is not only a show off, she's an experienced wrestler who knows her ways inside that ring. Never count her out, even against bigger opponents. In fact, this may make her strategy even flashier, if you think about it.

Vivienne doesn't waste any time as she grabs Nico by the head and lifts him back to his feet, pulling him towards the ropes and pressing him against them, sending him running when she releases him. Nico hits the far ropes and comes running back with the built up momentum, and Vivi welcomes him back with a spinning back elbow, sending him right back down to the mat. Nico's smirk is all but gone for the moment, as it's the Voodoo Sorceress with a smug grin on her lips now, and as he makes his way to the ropes for leverage to help himself up, Vivi grabs his head and starts smashing it into the mid turnbuckle, prompting the referee to count her out. Again, she only lets go at a solid 5, at which point she confronts the referee, reminding him she has a five-count allowance, while Nico rolls out of the ring, clutching his head. Vivienne taunts the referee, telling him to count Nico out, and as he begrudgingly starts doing so, the Voodoo Countess rolls out of the ring and gives chase, reaching him from behind and shoving him into the crowd barricade.

Mel: And now the fight spills out of the ring, and this is where Vivi shines.

Dante: She's NOT a clean player, and she thrives in that. Let's see what she has in the bag of tricks for tonight... Not to mention the harem, they're also here!

Nico collapses to his knees and then gets up again, clutching at his head still as he staggers towards the ring, leaning on the apron, while Vivi scrubs her hands in anticipation as she approaches Nico. Turning him around and pressing his back against the apron, Vivi starts delivering powerful knife edge chops to his chest (making sure she digs her nails in as she does because WHY NOT), and the little subterfuge by the Louisianian wrestler makes him cringe and groan. After a couple of those, she scrubs her hands again and pretends she's going for another chop... but instead, she smacks the side of her hand into his throat, making him crumble in a coughing heap as he holds his throat while she parades around for the crowd's hate. Given the reaction she gets from the crowd, Vivienne decides to do it again, lifting Nico's head up and aiming at his throat, throwing another chop... And as Nico ducks, Vivi's hand hits the apron's side, and a loud bones-meet-metal thud is heard before Vivi squeals and clutches at her hand, allowing Nico to grab her by the waist again and send her into the apron with a release German suplex!

Mel: OUCH!!! That's gonna sting for a while: Vivi smacked the ring apron with all her might, and then a German suplex into the apron! The hardest part of the ring!

Dante: It's a good thing Vivi probably has massagists and chiropractors in that harem, because she'll NEED IT!

The referee is at a count of 8 inside the ring now, and noticing that, Nico rolls in and out of the ring to reset the count, as Mistress Vivi brings herself to her fours, her back arched after crashing into the apron. Nico runs towards her and delivers a soccer kick to her arm, sending Vivi spinning out before she gets up, clutching at that arm. Now it's the Baroness who's fleeing from the battle, leaning into the barricade as far away as she judges necessary from him. Nico allows her, because it just means she opened the distance between themso he can get a proper running start... and boy, does he ever: he rushes up to her and strikes her with a Kitchen Sink that almost flips her upside down before she crashes on the ring apron again. Basking in the cheers, Nico nods and rolls Vivi back into the ring, following her shortly thereafter, and then leaping on top of her for a cover.

Mel: OOF! She almost turned inside out with that knee lift!!!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!!! Vivi kicks out!

Nico shakes his head and lifts Vivi to her feet, only to whip her to the ropes. Vivi plants her feet down and sends Costello running instead, and when he comes back, he leaves his feet to try and strike her with a running dropkick... NOPE! Vivi dodges, and Nico flies right past her, getting his feet tangled on the bottom rope as he crashes on his stomach. H eventually makes it back to his feet after a little work, but Vivi has more than enough time to get back on the offensive as she scrapes the sole of her boot on the top of his head, right before she kicks the taste out of his mouth. Nico is beyond dazed as Vivienne drags him to his feet and hooks his head, aiming to lift him. Costello is having none of it though, as he grabs her head with his other hand, lifting her up for a vertical suplex... and sends her onto the top rope, where she "falls" seated, managing to connect with a BEAUTIFUL Arabic press!

Mel: OH MY GOD WHHAT DID SHE JUST DO?! Nico Costello just threw her onto the third rope and she used that momentum to... crash onto him with an Arabic press OUT OF THIS WORLD!!!

Dante: Goes to show how far Vivienne is willing to go to put on a show. And win, of course!

Mistress Vivi stumbles to the far corner, smirking as Nico is trying to power back to his feet. Nico eventually begins to (slowly) rise, and when he finally does, Vivienne dashes from the corner and attempts to leapfrog over him for the Creole Surprise, but Nico takes a step backwards and Vivi lands on her knees, almost hitting the corner with her head! Nico quickly reaches for Vivi's arms, putting her in a full Nelson before yanking her from the mat with a snap dragon suplex... NO! Vivi flips in the air and lands on her feet! Nico gets up and turns, with Mistress Vivi coming at him for a running big boot-- Nico whirls out of the way and Vivi overshoots him, quickly turning around; Nico turns as well and throws an unexpected enziguri, finally dazing Vivi, who collapses! And as she does, Nico makes a "damage box" motion with his hands, as he prepares to go in...

Mel: We all know what's coming, here's the NOCT--

... and as he goes, Vivi springs back to her feet and jumps for his neck, snapping her hips to the side for an extra torque as she smashes his head into the mat with a spiked DDT! After that, she covers!

Mel: NO!!! HURRICANE VIVIENNE!!! FOR THE WIN!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

With the three-count secured and the bells rung, Vivi gets up and smirks at Nico as the referee raises her hand.

John: The winner of this match... MISTRESS VIVI!!!

Mel: And her show-off style scores one more! Her moves tonight were a thing of beauty; what a way to start the last event of the year!

Dante: It was an electric match, an adrenaline high to kick us off, and Vivienne scores the win! A big, bold statement before the draft: whoever picks the Voodoo Queen will have to deal with all THAT energy!





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John: The following match is... A fatal fourway for a shot at the SEX & VIOLENCE WRESTLING PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP!

“All Stand Up” by Status Quo starts to play as the young lady runs out onto stage, heading to one side she urges the crowd to their feet, clapping her hands above her head. Skipping across to the other side, she waves them to their feet as she once more claps her hands over head. Quickly moving back to the ramp, she sprints down to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and getting to her feet quickly. Bouncing off the ropes she powerslides across the ring on her knees before hopping to her feet and continuing to rally the crowd by stomping on the mat and clapping as she heads for her corner.

John: The young lady approaching the ring comes from Sheffield, England by way of New York City, New York. She is 5’7” tall and weighs 144lbs….LILLY ARTHUR!!!

The familiar opening from “Paint It Black” by the Rolling Stones begins to play, causing a chorus of boos from the crowd as Kaylee Clarke appears at the top of the stage. She tugs on a small leather jacket before jerking it off, and heading towards the ring. Her path to the ring is illuminated by four purple spotlights before she slides on her belly under the bottom rope into the ring. Hearing the crowd response, it brings a little smile to her feet before she pushes up to her feet and climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle to inform the crowd that someone’s about to get evicted.

John: Introducing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, ladies and gentlemen…..this is KAYLEE CLARKE!!!

The lights dim as the opening bars of Turn You On by Stitched Up Heart hit the speakers around the arena.

Are you awake, You're gonna have to hear the words I say
Don't you try turn away, I'm everything you ever dreamed I'd be
I'll make you wish that you never talked, Back to me
I can't wait to watch your ego bleed
Your pain will set me free


A red spotlight hits the curtain and Kyle Kilmeade walks out and proceeds to hold it open for Lacey to walk through. Stepping onto the stage in front of Kyle, Lacey wears a green and black one piece, which has a deep vee cut all the way to her navel, black fishnet tights and matching green and black boots. She runs her hands down her curves, while giving a little sway of her hips and then stands with her arms folded across her chest and her head lowers. 

I'd bite I'd scratch I'd hold you down, Just to turn you on
I'd leave you waiting tied and bound, Just to turn you on
Close your eyes, And come with me tonight
I'd burn this whole room to the ground, Just to turn, just to turn you on


She snaps her head up and flings her arms out at the sides of her in one fluid motion, almost as if someone has just pulled the strings on a puppet. Keeping her gaze straight ahead she slowly smirks before lowering her arms to her sides and making her way down the ramp with Kyle walking beside her.

I'll make you beg, I'm gonna teach you things you won't forget
Don't you try turn away, I'm everything you ever dreamed I'd be
I'll make you wish that you never talked, Back to me
I can't wait to watch your ego bleed
Your pain will set me free


John: Making her way to the ring at this time….from parts unknown…..LAAAAACEEEEEY!!!

I'd bite I'd scratch I'd hold you down, Just to turn you on
I'd leave you waiting tied and bound, Just to turn you on
Close your eyes, And come with me tonight
I'd burn this whole room to the ground, Just to turn, just to turn you on


Completely ignoring the crowd at either side of the ramp, Lacey speeds up as she reaches the ring and jumps up onto the apron. Taking hold of the top rope with both hands, she slowly and seductively sways her hips and wiggles her way down and back up, almost like a serpent, before springboarding over the top rope. When she lands in the ring she immediately drops down into the splits and stays there for a moment with her arms outstretched. After getting back to her feet, she climbs up onto the top turnbuckle facing the outside. Pulling something from her top she opens her palm and blows the contents into the crowd.

I can't wait to watch your ego bleed
And all the pain you feel will set you free
If you behave this night will never end
Turn off the lights and start again


The lights shut off completely for a second at the end of the theme, when they come back on, Lacey is standing in her corner sharing some last minute words with Kyle.

The sounds of epic drama music fill the arena until we hear the beat of “Hurt” by T.I.  Everyone in the arena gets to their feet as a pink mist begins to overtake the stage.  The song continues until that one moment.

“Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
You pussy wrestlers finna make me kill one a y'all

Ain't a damn thang change
I still keep that thang right up under my shirt
Betta tell 'em I ain't playin'
because it's all fun and games until somebody get hurt”


All of the mist clears away to see Tifa Heafy standing in front of the sold out crowd with a huge smile on her face.  She stays there for a few seconds soaking up the cheers from the entire crowd.  “The Notorious T.J.H.” begins to make her way to the ring slapping all the hands that are over the guard rail.

John: Introducing from The Second City of Chicago, she is “The Notorious T.J.H.”... TIFA HEAFYYYY!!!

The crowd roars for her introduction from John as Tifa stops to point to herself that’s me.  Heafy makes her way around the ring slapping more hands that stick out.  Tifa hops up onto the ring apron before making a huge fist pump that only serves to fire up the arena even more.  She leaps into the ring, landing on her feet before letting out an excited scream.  The music fades away as she backs into a corner.

Dante: Melissa, these four women have more than a few problems with each other, more than a few issues between them and a Pride title shot is not going to make that better.

Mel: Well Dante, you know how they say things get worse before they get better? Maybe tonight this is the worst it can be and only from there it can be much... Better.

DING! DING! DING!


All four women are staring a hole into each other... Watching to see who will make a move first. Who will blink first, who will take their eyes off the ball first. Kaylee takes a single moment to stare at Lilly Arthur before she breaks out into a smirk and asks her if she’s still smelling smoke after that fireball... Unfortunately for Clarke, the moment she turns her eyes on Lilly, Tifa is RUNNING out of her corner and nearly decapitates Kaylee with a Yakuza Kick! Clarke’s eyes roll in the back of her head before she slumps back slightly, before peeling out of the corner... And collapsing through the ropes and onto the apron followed by to the ground below. Tifa looks down at Kaylee and mouths, “Well that’s a shame” as the crowd responds accordingly with cheers.

Melissa: EAT THE FOOT!! Clarke just got the boot, literally out of the match and for the time being it's looking like this is going to be a triple threat!

Lacey for the moment looks more... Disbelieving at her luck than anything else as her eyes dart between Lilly and Tifa who are both watching her with less than pleased glances. Usually you’d expect heels to form an uneasy alliance off the bat but it seems as though the Tifa had other plans in that regard. Lacey lets out a sigh of annoyance before she shrugs her shoulders and rushes forward, looking to clothesline them both! Both women get out of the way however, but Lacey seemed to have been hoping for that as she quickly steps around and gut kicks Lilly before shoving her head between her legs, looking for a kneeling piledriver off the bat! She doesn’t get that however as Tifa chops her hard across the chest, making Lacey let go of Lilly... Only for Lilly to chop her across the chest as well, causing her to stumble back in the corner! Lilly gets a chop in! Tifa gets a chop in! Lilly! Tifa! Tifa! Lilly Lacey... Is suffering obviously from the chops on all sides... She stumbles out of the corner... Before hitting a Flair flop! Both women flip her over...

...

And then both go for the pin as Referee Rudy Palmer motions them both off. Of course Tifa and Lilly both look at each other other as Lacey begins to roll slightly towards the corner.

Dante: Well, so much for that rather short lived alliance but with Lacey down and Kaylee currently grounded, this looks like it’ll be Tifa and Lilly are gonna be squaring off right here and right now!

The two wrestlers go into a chopfest on each other, answering back and forth on chops and begin to slow down as each puts a bit more pepper on each chop. Finally Tifa breaks up the hits by stepping backward and catching Lilly with a back elbow before she grabs Arthur by the wrist and irish-whips her. She heads towards the ropes and on the rebound Tifa drops down on the front and as Lilly comes back once more, Heafy attempts a back body drop only for Lilly to step to her side and catch her with a Russian Leg Sweep, rolling through to a standing leg drop across the throat. Palmer slides into place...


OOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!

KICKOUT!!

The Notorious TJH quickly shoots up and out, kipping up and looking for an attempted spinning kick to the head but Lilly ducks on her back before kipping up and jabs Tifa in the kidneys before grabbing her around the neck in a front facelock before the two women drop down and Lilly begins to execute a gator roll... Back, both women on their back at one side of the ring before they start rolling and they’re on their backs again. Lilly slowly begins to rise upward, but Tifa counters the gator roll with a standing neckbreaker, bringing her down to the mat! Tifa quickly gets Lilly up and sends her to the nearest turnbuckle before she takes off to the opposite. It looks for a moment like Tifa is going to look for another Yakuza Kick but she gets cut off as Kaylee appears on the apron, back heel kicking Tifa in the head! Before Lilly can follow up, Lacey whistles to catch her attention... Before catching her with a nasty right cross! The Enticing Entrantress and the Canadian Blackheart eye each other a second before they both irish-whip Tifa and Lilly as HARD as they possibly can and both women have a meeting of the minds before Lacey reverse DDTs Lilly and Kaylee single leg dropkicks Tifa in the back of the head!

Melissa: Suddenly the complexion of this match changes with Tifa and Lilly back down. I wonder how long an alliance of Lacey’s and Kaylee’s will last?

Dante: It does raise an interesting question of if they want to pick apart the other two more than each other.

It seems to be the case as Kaylee and Lacey look at each other and the crowd gets a laugh as both women give each other the most plastic smile...

...Before looking away and eye rolling.

There can be only one next Pride title contender after all.

Kaylee reaches down and gets her hands dug into the hair of Tifa before smacking her on the back of the head and asking if she thought it was cute, if she thought it was funny that she booted Clarke in the face. She slaps Tifa upside the head and asks Tifa where the other Tolson is... Before smacking her upside the head again, mocking her before stepping around on the side of Tifa and driving her knees into her back. She bends Tifa backwards and applies a bow and arrow hold on Tifa, wrenching her back. Lilly doesn’t seem to be faring much better her hands pulled back in a straightjacket hold with Lacey’s knee thrust deep into her back. Rudy asks Tifa if she wants to submit and Heafy shakes her head furiously. Rudy asks Lilly if she wants to quit and she only grits her teeth... Kaylee and Lacey in the meantime begin arguing, Kaylee telling her that her submission isn’t nearly cinched in enough and she’s gonna make Tifa tap first. Lacey notes that if there’s one thing she knows how to do, its making people scream for her. Kaylee with a straight face mouths ‘kinky’... Lilly and Tifa interrupt this verbal sparring with a very loud...

Lilly & Tifa: SHUT UP!

Melissa: Does anyone in this match really like each other, Dante?

Dante: ...No. No they don’t Melissa.

Finally both Arthur and Heafy are released from their submission holds and both Kaylee and Lacey are standing over them. Kaylee cups her hands over her mouth and screams ‘They don’t belong in my house!’ teasing for an early ending to this match. Suddenly Kyle is on the apron, calling Rudy’s attention to him and as Lilly is on her knees and about to stand up, suddenly Lacey turns to Kaylee and blows red powder in her eyes! It catches the Canadian grappler off guard and she tries to rub her eyes. Lacey steps out of the way of Kaylee’s hands reaching for her and unfortunately its Arthur who gets caught around the throat before she gets hit with a corkscrew neckbreaker from out of nowhere! Arthur lays spread eagled as Kaylee rubs the red powder from her eyes and stumbles towards Lilly, dropping on top of her as Lacey stalks her!

Dante: EVICTION NOTICE! KAYLEE’S GOT THE PIN BUT NOT FOR LONG!

OOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!

TTTWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

...

NNOOOPPEEEE!!

Lacey catches Kaylee with a running knee lift upside the head and gets her rolling off of Lilly before she drops on top of her to get the pin for herself!

OOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!

TTTWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

...

NNOOOPPEEEE!!

Aannnnnndddd she gets pulled off by Tifa, quite literally dragged off Lilly before Heafy puts Lacey out on a single leg crab and bends forward as the Enchantress lets out a yell of pain and looks for ropes to try and reach for. It’s an unfortunate struggle here as she reaches to the side but her fingers only barely graze the ropes nearby. She reaches forward again and can’t find quite the reach she’s looking for because Tifa isn’t having any of it! Big Heafin’ lets herself bends ALL the way back on trying to pull Lacey’s leg from out of her hip, still pulling, still wrenching away! Lacey shakes her head furiously, trying to look for her options... She finally decides as Tifa wrenches back a little too far to out and out dig her fingers into the face of Heafy. She pulls viciously, digging in her eyes and nose and forces Tifa to finally let go. The moment she stands up she catches a split legged facebuster compliments of Lacey, sending her dropping to the mat. She looks to her side only to catch a nasty european uppercut across the jaw from Kaylee before eating a double knee facebreaker for her trouble! Lacey goes down, rolling out of the ring as Kaylee forces Tifa in the corner before she starts stomping away at the ribs. She goes to lift Tifa up but Clarke gets caught off guard as she suddenly finds herself sitting on the top rope, eyes wide! Tifa climbs up after her, looking for a German Superplex from the third rope.... But Lilly rushes in after.

Melissa: It looks like a second rope powerbomb for Tifa and a Super German for Kaylee and I think and wait... Do you see Lacey!?

Dante: She’s laying in wait...

Kaylee indeed gets dropped from the top rope on the back of her neck. The Blackheart stands up immediately, before dropping back to the mat as Tifa rolls on the mat and looks like her back has seen better days! Lilly gets behind Tifa and begins to stalk her, waiting to hit her with the combination double knee backbreaker followed by a Reverse DDT... But when she goes for the backbreaker Heafy grabs the ropes to block it out and when Arthur stands up to her feet she gets a shotgun dropkick to the chest that sends her head dropping against the turnbuckle. Tifa makes a motion for ONE more Eat The Foot she’s still got in her as she goes to the opposite turnbuckle as Lilly is struggling to rise upward. As Arthur is crouched down and looks as if she may rise, Tifa takes off... But gets caught in a... Kiss on the lips? Lacey kisses her, bending her over gently before swinging around into a Reverse STO! The Entrantress takes a bow but suddenly Kyle is trying to tell Lacey behind her...!

The Enchantress doesn’t get a chance to turn around more than halfway before she gets hit with a naeryeo chagi (That’s Taekwondo Axe Kick) that blasts Lacey across the head and crumples her before Lilly collapses on top of her!

Dante: THROES OF PASSION but before Lacey could get the pin, there’s Lilly!

Melissa: WITH THE CUTTING EDGE!

OOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!

TTTWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

...

TTTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!

DING! DING! DING!

John: Here is your winner... LILLY ARTHUR!!

Melissa: That was a crazy match Dante but Lilly walks out of here with a Pride title shot under her belt. Each of these women came so close at different times! Kaylee might have had it but Lacey hit her with that knee... But then Tifa might have had it but Lacey caught her in that Reverse STO... and then Lacey might have had it...

Dante: But in the end, Lilly was waiting in the wings with no one to interrupt. I expect no matter who wins tonight, Lilly will have her eyes peeled on the title matched.

Rudy raises Lilly’s hand as she hugs her waist slightly but enjoys the warm cheers of the crowd as they applaud her efforts before we head elsewhere.

 






Title: Re: SVW Rampage - December 10, 2017
Post by: SVW Front Office on December 11, 2017, 02:45:51 pm
WIN with Wilma

We come in on the inside of a gym, various patrons walking by the shot, camera panning around to show people using the equipment, lifting weights, a group in a side room taking some sort of class, probably yoga before we move to the front door where we see the yet-to-debut member of the SVW roster, Wilma Napier, walk in with a rather large woman behind her, looking to be a full foot taller. Wilma has a disgusted look on her face and glances at reception before snapping her finger, the large woman nodding and walking over to have a discussion with the front desk. The camera pans in closer to Wilma who looks straight at us before rolling her eyes.

Wilma: You know I just can’t seem to take two steps out of the house these days without someone shoving a phone or camera in my face, but fine, you want to know about my signing with SVW, don’t you?

As Wilma is speaking, we see the woman she came in with is starting to count out money on the counter for what looks to be the manager of the gym, getting a decent pile of hundred dollar bills going.

Wilma: It’s true, I did sign a deal to compete exclusively for SVW starting in the new year and yes, it is a pretty impressive signing for them. I could have signed anywhere, there were dozens of offers. These days it seems like as soon as you make a twitter account about being a wrestler you get followed by all sorts of people just desperate for up and coming talent but I chose SVW. Why? The competition is strongest here and that’s what I care about, competition. With the draft coming up, the competition is going to be even more fierce and I thrive on competition.

In the background, the man takes the money off the counter and walks to the back, the bigger woman walking back over to Wilma with a grin on her face.

Wilma: My name is WIlma Iris Napier and I don’t just see WIN as my initials, I see it as who I am in all facets of life. I win and soon SVW, you’re going to see exactly what I mean.

She’s interrupted by a loudspeaker announcement.

PA System: Attention everyone, this 24 hour gym is now closing for...maintenance. Please evacuate the building immediately.

Wilma smiles as she looks around at all the people heading to the door, grumbling and moaning.

Wilma: Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a work-out to do. See you soon.

She blows a kiss to the camera before walking off down the hall, followed by the other woman close behind as we cut out.


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John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish and it is for the SVW PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP.

An array of different noises, along with a low and dull strumming of a guitar comes before the eruption of heavy electric guitar and blasting percussions blares out. Jolyne Dysart comes from the back, moving the entranceway curtain out of her face. She stands on the stage for a moment; “My World” by Emigrate blasts behind her. She nods her head a little to the rhythm of her own theme before she heads her way down the ramp. There is a small bit of the previous rhythm still in her step.

She stops mid-way on the ramp, looking through the crowd. She points upward as the singer sings the chorus, “THIS IS MY WORLD”! With a gungho expression, she chuckles to herself. From there, John goes to make the call.

John: Introducing from San Diego, California, weighing in at 140 Lbs, this is JOLYNE DYSAAAAAAAART!

Jolyne takes a moment to stretch out her arms, soaking in the crowd’s reaction. With a deep breath, she points to the ring and then takes off in a sprint towards it. She easily jumps on the ring apron. In another fluid motion, she jumps over the ropes. From the ropes, she goes onto the middle turnbuckle, ascending it. She then stretches her arms to allow the singer to re-iterate her thoughts. “THIS IS MY WORLD!” Jolyne shouts with the singer as she leaps off the turnbuckle and goes over to her corner, a smile dawning on her face.

Melissa: Jolyne has worked hard and struggled to get an opportunity like she has tonight. She would make a more than worthy champion, but first she needs to get passed the unstoppable force that is Sophia Pike.

Dante: Jolyne not only needs to be thinking about leaving her with the Championship tonight, but the possibility of not leaving with her arm!

The arena goes dark for just a moment, the funky opening chords to Voodoo Johnson's "Dirty Angel" playing through the PA, before the white lights are replaced by swirling green replacements, bathing the arena in the favorite color of the Emerald City Siren. A few seconds pass, though, before Sophia Pike actually makes her way out through the curtain, met--immediately--by a chorus of boos, which she largely brushes off with a flick of of either wrist. She pauses at the head of the ramp, hooking her thumbs under the strap of the SVW Pride title belt, chewing a piece of gum fairly obviously, and shaking her head at the collective audience, for whatever reason.

Clearly in no particular hurry, judging by the utter lack of pace, Sophia makes her way down the ramp. About halfway to the ring, one fan is able to get past the practiced apathy of the Siren, and she actively gets in his face, shouting...something, that for the most part can't be heard over the music playing in the arena. Whatever the fan says back to her seems to amuse the self-proclaimed Queen of King County, who just smirks and waves him off, making the shorter trip down to the ring and climbing up onto the apron. She leans back against the ropes, grinning with a little more joy than one should probably get out of being almost unanimously booed. She unstraps the title from around her waist, raising it up with one arm, using the other to beckoning the crowd to get even louder--which they happily do. Sophia holds her pose, her title in the air, for a couple more seconds before climbing into the ring.

John: And her opponent...from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 137 lbs, she is the "Emerald City Siren," and the reigning, defending SVW Pride Champion...SOPHIA PIIIIIKE!

Sophia smirks, climbing up onto the second turnbuckle and stretching both arms out, bending just a little bit at the waist and leaning herself forward. She shouts something at the sections of fans she can see, but again it's mostly unheard. Eventually, she hops off the turnbuckle and pulls her Queen of King County shirt off, tossing it out into the crowd. She scoops the title back up off the ground, draping it over her shoulder as she waits for the match to begin.

Melissa: Sophia has had an amazing year so far, and you just know that she is looking to end the SVW year on a high by retaining the Pride Championship.

Dante: Is it going to be a case of #LOLSophiaWins or will Jolyne force her to leave Rampage without the title?

Referee Billy Phelps accepts the belt from Sophia and shows it to both competitors before holding it above his head for the crowd to see, bringing a cheer from the live crowd. He hands the Championship off to John as the announcer makes his way out of the ring, and then gives a cursory check to both competitors before calling for the bell to get the match underway. Both women make their way to the centre of the ring. When the reach each other, Jolyne straight away goes for tie up but Sophia has other ideas and grabs hold of Jolyne’s arm and delivers a double knee armbreaker, which gets her a loud amount of animosity from the Minnesota crowd.

Melissa: Sophia is straight away targeting an arm. Jolyne will need to try and avoid too many moves like that, or it will only make Sophia’s Space Needle even more deadly.

Dante: There’s not much she can do to avoid it when Sophia takes her by surprise like that, with an early double knee armbreaker.

Jolyne gets back to her feet quickly holding her right arm to her body a little, as Sophia just watches her with a smirk. Jolyne gives her arm a little shake and as she does, Sophia straight away grabs hold of it again for an arm wringer which she transitions into a hammerlock, pushing the challenger’s arm up her back until her hand is almost touching her own head. Dysart starts to fire elbows backwards, trying to catch the Champion with them but Sophia sidesteps, easily avoiding them.

Dante: Sophia is keeping that right arm of Jolyne’s targeted and you have to admit it’s a smart idea. There’s not much you can do with only one arm.

Melissa: Jolyne hasn’t had a chance to respond yet, but that isn’t stopping her from trying. If she can catch Sophia with a couple of those elbows she could buy herself a little respite.

Sophia pushes Jolyne’s arm even further up her back and uses her free hand to start delivering shots into the side of the challenger’s body. Jolyne keeps up her attempt to hit Sophia with back elbows, finally managing to catch her with two in quick succession in her ribs. Despite the shots hitting their mark Sophia keeps a tight hold on the hammerlock, but pauses her shots into Jolyne’s body. Spurred on by this Jolyne keeps firing elbows back in rapid fire succession, only managing to connect one more, she gives up on that and instead starts running back, forcing Sophia to hit the turnbuckle with a thud.

Melissa: If elbows don’t succeed, ramming her into the turnbuckle certainly will!

Dante: That was some impact, but Sophia is still keeping that hammerlock locked in tight, Jolyne’s arm must be in quite a bit of pain by now.

The challenger steps forward and then forces Sophia back into the corner again with another thud, which earns her a cheer from the loud, live crowd. Still Sophia holds a death grip on the hammerlock, so Jolyne repeats it again. She hits Sophia into the turnbuckle three more times before the Champion finally releases her grip on Jolyne’s arm. Dysart spins on a dime and cracks Sophia with a European uppercut that almost lifts her off her feet, before she grabs her by the head and starts delivering high knees into the Champion’s face. Five of those connect before Jolyne pulls Sophia out of the corner by her head and then uses a snap suplex to send her heavily to the canvas.

Dante: Five times she had to knock Sophia into the turnbuckle before she released that hold. This just goes to show part of why Sophia has had the year she has.

Melissa: Jolyne is starting to get into her stride now though, despite the pain she must be feeling in her arm she is giving Sophia everything.

Both women get back to their feet quickly, with Jolyne reaching hers slightly before Sophia. Still favouring her right arm slightly, Jolyne takes off towards the ropes and uses them to rebound off, before coming back towards Sophia. Sophia dodges to the side out of the way, and Jolyne continues on to the opposite ropes. Coming off those too, Jolyne comes back, this time catching Sophia and using a running DDT puts the Champion back on the canvas with a thud. The challenger rolls back to her feet and lands a double knee drop into the Champion’s gut before she goes for a cover, prompting Phelps to slide into position beside them for the count.

Melissa: I did not see this coming, despite Sophia’s early advantage Jolyne is the one attempting a cover. It may be a bit ambitious to think that Sophia is anywhere near ready to stay down at this early stage though.

ONE!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Sophia gets her shoulder off the canvas just after the one and pushes Jolyne off of her roughly. Dysart rolls away from the Champion and back up to her feet, taking a moment to give her arm, which is obviously still bothering her, a shake and a rub.

Dante: Ambitious maybe, but you couldn’t blame her for trying. Stranger things have happened.

The Champion gets back to her feet, ignoring the boos from the Minnesota crowd and straight away heads towards Jolyne. The challenger tries to dodge, but Sophia catches her with a forearm square in the jaw. A European uppercut follows, before the Champion takes a step back and then almost takes Jolyne’s head clean off her shoulders with a roundhouse kick. Jolyne staggers backwards but somehow manages to stay on her feet, but only until Sophia grabs her right arm again for a second double knee armbreaker, which gets a yell of pain from the challenger and another round of loud boos from the live crowd.

Dante: A second double knee armbreaker to the same arm that she has been targeting since the onset of this match.

Melissa: She isn’t earning herself any love from this live crowd, but it doesn’t look like she cares about that in the slightest.

Jolyne gets back up to her feet, using the ropes to steady herself as she cradles her right arm to her body. As she gives her arm a shake, Sophia comes behind her and locks her arms around her waist and sends her to the canvas with a German suplex which she bridges into a pin attempt. Phelps drops back into position for the count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!

The challenger manages to kick out before the three, and Sophia rolls back to her knees.

Melissa: Jolyne is showing a whole heap of resilience here, and it’s that kind of resilience that has gotten her to this match in the first place.

Dante: Resilience will only get you so far though, she needs to try and get the advantage back to her side if she wants any chance of taking the title from Pike.

As Sophia gets back to her feet, Jolyne slowly gets to her knees, pain etched on her face. The crowd cheers the challenger which seems to energise her slightly, as she gets back to a vertical base gingerly. With her back to the challenger, Sophia applies a three-quarter facelock and then bends over, attempting to flip Jolyne over her shoulder, but Jolyne grabs hold of the ropes behind her and plants her feet, stopping Sophia from being able to. Keeping hold of the ropes, Jolyne starts driving her knee into the small of Sophia’s back, forcing the Champion to release the facelock as she tries to stand back upright. She manages it after a couple more knees into her back from Jolyne and spins around to face the challenger… only to meet a stiff right which sends her reeling.

Dante: Sophia was primed for that Snapmare but Jolyne had different ideas, and with a little help from the ropes, she manages to save herself.

Melissa: I don’t think Sophia saw that coming, but this crowd are loving it. Jolyne has the chance to swing the momentum back in her favour here if she can capitalise on it.

Jolyne takes advantage of Sophia being off balance to deliver a spinning back fist which sends the Champion back a few steps. Another stiff right follows, before Jolyne drops her shoulder and tackles Sophia into the corner. Sophia crashes back first into the turnbuckle with a thud, and audibly has the air expelled from her lungs with the impact. Sophia slumps down to a seated position in the corner and Jolyne starts to deliver kicks into the side of her body, until Phelps tells her to back off. It takes her a moment to comply but she does so by the time Phelps has reached a count of two.

Melissa: Dysart is keeping Sophia pinned down in that corner, and not giving her an inch to be able to respond.

Sophia starts to pull herself up using the ropes, and Jolyne takes off back towards her. Reaching her before she can fully stand up, the challenger knees Sophia in the gut bending her forwards and then hooks each of her arms behind her head. With the Champion’s head under her arm, Jolyne falls backwards pulling Sophia down flat on her face which earns her a cheer of approval from the Minnesota crowd. Jolyne rolls straight back up to her feet and runs to the ropes. As Sophia rolls onto her back, Jolyne uses the ropes for a springboard and lands a leg drop straight across the Champion’s chest. The challenger gets straight into position for a cover as Phelps drops down beside them.

Dante: A picture perfect double underhook DDT from Jolyne… and it looks like we could be about to crown a new champion!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!

Pike gets her shoulder off the mat and Jolyne pushes back to her knees looking to Phelps with frustration. Phelps confirms the two to a massive amount of disdain from the crowd.

Melissa: You can see the frustration on Jolyne’s face and hear it in this crowd. They all thought were about to have a new Champion. It’s not over yet and she is still in control…. wait….

Dysart rolls back up to her feet…. But hits the canvas face first as Sophia gets to her knees and grabs the challenger’s ankles, pulling her off of her feet. With Jolyne face down, Sophia gets into position to lock in her seated Fujiwara armbar, getting an immediate yell of pain in response from the challenger. Phelps drops down in front of Jolyne to ask if she wants to quit, and is met with a shake of the head as a negative response.

Melissa: Sophia has SPACE NEEDLE locked in tight and this could be Jolyne’s chance to become the champion slipping through her fingers.

Jolyne looks around desperately and tries to reach out towards the ropes, but none are within her reach. She tries to drag herself towards the closest one, but Sophia just tightens her grip and adds more pressure getting a further scream from the challenger. Phelps asks again if Jolyne wants to quit, and again gets a negative response, albeit slower than previously. The challenger attempts again to reach out towards the ropes with her free hand, but they are nowhere close to being within reach. Sophia applies more pressure still, and Phelps asks for a third time if Jolyne wants to give in. There is a pause as Jolyne doesn’t respond straight away…. then, she taps the mat, one, two, three times. Phelps gets back to his feet and immediately calls for the bell, as the crowd show their disappointment at the result loudly.

Dante: There’s a reason that the Space Needle won FFW’s finisher of the year award, and it’s not because it tickles!

John: Your winner and still SVW PRIDE CHAMPION…………………..SOPHIA PIKE!

Melissa: Jolyne put up a great fight tonight, but Sophia is ending her SVW year on a high note. Retaining her championship after a close match.

Sophia finally releases Jolyne’s arm and gets back to her feet to have her hand raised by Phelps, before handing her back her title. As Sophia leaves the ring, the camera cuts to the crowd to see a couple of handmade #LOLSophiaWins signs being waved, before it cuts elsewhere.





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The camera pans around to show an array of chairs, some folded up and some unfolded, scattered around ringside before it heads to John in the ring.

John: The following contest is a chairs are legal match and it is scheduled for one fall to a finish.

The opening of “Unsettling Differences” by Blue Smock Nancy begins as the crowd gets on their feet and the lights dim down. Glass falling on the tron screen provides the only light in the arena as the opening of the song kicks in. Pyro explodes from the stage as sparks begins to rain down from the top of the tron screen as out steps Freya with a disgusted look on her face as the sold out crowd begins to boo at the top of their lungs. Right behind her stands Cameron Matthews, her husband, her bodyguard. She glances back at him before turning her gaze to the ring. Slowly, Freya begins to walk to the squared circle, taking her time and soaking in her newfound hate from the crowd.

John: And introducing from Miami, Florida, weighing in tonight at 113 lbs… she is Freya!!!

Once she reaches ringside, Freya walks up the ring steps and stops at the top to glare out into the crowd as longtime fans now scream obscenities at her. She pays them no attention wiping her boots on the ring apron before entering the ring. Cameron follows suit and stands right beside her as she heads to the top turnbuckle yelling at the crowd gaining more of their ire. Freya hops down does the same thing on the opposite side of the ring. She hops off and keeps that disgusted look on her face as the song fades off.

Melissa: Freya has made her feelings clear recently on both Sydney Holt and her boyfriend Wendigo.

Dante: After quite a few run ins now, Freya is getting Sydney one and one and she has said on social media that she intends to send Sydney back to the bingo hall…. I never knew she started in one!

Can you feel that?
You better hold on
This one's about to get bumpy
Hahahahahahaha...


As the music picks up Sydney Holt steps out from the back with a wicked grin, bouncing on the spot she motions to get the crowd louder before holding up her hand in devil horns.

She's a ten, hellbent, I'm in heaven tonight
Six speed sex scene playin' out in my mind
One look, I'm hooked, motor runnin'
Rev'd up, my heart startin' pumpin'
Are you ready for the best damn ride of your life?


John: Weighing in at 126lbs, and hailing from Nashville, Tennessee....this is SYDNEY HOLT!

Syd runs down the last half of the ramp, slapping the hands of fans, she slides into the ring and rolls up to her knees to look around as the music blasts. She runs to the nearest corner and stands upon the middle ropes, headbanging before cupping her mouth to roar out at the fans.

Gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah"
Stand up right now
And gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah"
Stand up right now


Syd hops down from the corner and rolls her neck and shoulder, ready to fight.

Melissa: Sydney and Wendigo have been dealing with Freya in one way or another for a few months now, and Sydney will be looking to get her out of her hair.

Dante: Sydney hasn’t risen to most of Freya’s goadings but something tells me she has been saving it for tonight in the ring.

John clears the ring as soon as he finishes the announcements and referee Mickey McGuire calls for the bell to get the match underway. Freya looks around at the chairs scattered around with ringside with a smirk and as she turns back towards Sydney, she’s taken off her feet with a running clothesline from the Tennessee native. Freya pops straight back up to her feet, the smirk gone and instead a look of anger on her face. Sydney runs back towards her for a second clothesline, but Freya drops down to the canvas to avoid it, popping back up to her feet behind Sydney. Sydney stops in her tracks and spins back around to Freya only to find herself on the receiving end of an elbow straight into her jaw. Holt reels a little from the shot, and two more follow in quick succession forcing her back a couple of steps. A fourth elbow knocks Sydney slightly off balance, before Freya grabs her by the arm and fires her across into the ropes. The Tennessee native rebounds and Freya leaves her feet for a dropkick which sends Sydney back first to the canvas.

Melissa: It looked like Sydney was going to take an early advantage over Freya, but she adapted quickly and came back swinging.. literally.

Dante: Freya went from amused in annoyed in less than ten seconds, and she is obviously not playing games tonight.

As Sydney gets back to her feet, Freya walks to the ropes where Cameron passes her a folded up chair. With Sydney back to her feet and staring a hole into Freya’s back, her husband points behind her. Freya turns only to find Sydney charging towards her with a clothesline that sends both of them straight over to the top rope. Freya lands in a heap on the arena floor, while Sydney manages to land precariously on the apron. Grabbing hold of the top rope, she steadies herself and watches as Freya gets back to a vertical base, holding her back a little from the impact.

Dante: There is no love lost between these two women and it is showing in spades already.

Melissa: Sydney has taken it out of the ring, and only just stopped herself from hitting the arena floor with Freya.

Freya pulls herself together, at least until Sydney launches herself from the apron and takes Freya back to the floor, with a knee strike that catches her in the chest. The New York resident shoves Sydney off of her and scrambles back to her knees looking more than a little pissed off, as the crowd boo Freya and cheer Sydney. Freya shouts at them to shut up before launching herself at Sydney. Knocking her down onto her back, Freya mounts her chest and starts unloading vicious right hands into the Tennessee native’s head.

Melissa: Freya is not happy at all about Sydney having the upperhand… past tense. Freya is going to town on Holt.

Dante: That is one angry woman, she looks like somebody kicked her puppy!

With even more animosity aimed in her direction from the Minnesota crowd, Freya climbs off Sydney and picks up another chair, but then she just waits, watching. Sydney rolls onto her front and pulls herself up to her hands and knees and the second she does, Freya strikes. Raising the chair above her head she brings it down hard across Sydney’s back flattening her face first to the floor. She doesn’t stop there though and brings the chair down again across the downed Tennessee native’s back. Another two strikes follow before Freya throws the chair to one side and pulls Sydney up by the hair to her knees.

Dante: Freya is making good use of the chairs and enjoying herself in the process by the looks of it.

Melissa: This crowd and Sydney aren’t sharing the sentiment, but I don’t know of many people that would enjoy getting hit across the back, repeatedly, with a chair.

Keeping hold of Sydney’s head, Freya steps in front of her to deliver a slap that hits with such force that it makes Holt’s head whip to the side. A second follows just as hard before Freya pulls Sydney up to her feet and runs her face first into the apron. The Tennessee native’s face bounces off the apron before Freya lifts her up onto the apron and rolls her back under the bottom rope. The New York resident follows quickly and drags Sydney towards the centre of the ring. Positioning herself beside the downed Sydney, Freya measures before leaving her feet for a standing moonsault which she lands perfectly across Sydney’s body. She slides off to the side of Holt before going for the cover, prompting McGuire to drop down into position for the count.

Melissa: It appears that Freya has had her fun and is looking to end this match here and now.

ONE!!!

TW-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Sydney gets her shoulder up before the two is complete and Freya rolls away and back up to her feet, leaving Sydney on the canvas trying to pull herself together.

Dante: She’s out of luck though, Sydney still has plenty left in the tank and is showing Freya it’s going to take a whole heap more than what she has given.

Cameron slides a chair under the bottom rope and Freya picks it up and rests it against the turnbuckle. Sydney slowly gets back to her feet and Freya reaches her just as she is back to being fully upright. Freya grabs her by the arm and makes to fire her across to the corner, but Sydney plants her feet and instead pulls Freya in towards her to crack her with a forearm across the jaw.

Dante: Thankfully for Sydney she managed to gather her bearings before Freya fired her into that chair. That would not have been a pleasant experience to say the least.

A headbutt from Sydney sends Freya onto the back foot and Sydney takes advantage of that by leaving her feet for a standing dropkick that sends Freya backwards into the ropes. The New York resident rebounds off and Sydney catches her and uses a powerslam that almost puts Freya straight through canvas with the impact. Sydney rolls straight back to her feet leaving Freya holding her back on the canvas, only until Sydney drags her back up to her feet. Firing her into the opposite ropes, Sydney meets Freya with a knife edge chop across her chest that draws an ‘oooh’ from Minnesota crowd. She follows with another and the crowd count along as she reaches ten and then scoops Freya up and slams her to the canvas again.

Melissa: Sydney is proving here that she doesn’t even need the chairs to be able to cause pain to Freya.

Dante: I would not want to be on the receiving end of those chops, look at the marks that are already being left from them.

Sydney gets back up to her feet but only to land a double knee drop into Freya’s chest, before getting back up to her feet again and dragging the New York resident with her. Holt fires Freya into the corner where she crashes back first into the chair she had set up earlier. Freya slumps down to the canvas and Sydney rolls out of the ring, returning quickly with another chair. She lays it flat on the canvas in the centre of the ring before going back to Freya and dragging her to her feet. She delivers a forearm smash across her jaw, then pulls her out to the centre of the ring where she lifts her up into position and uses a snap suplex to send her crashing back first into the chair. McGuire slides back into position as Sydney goes for the cover.

Dante: I wonder if Freya is regretting setting that chair up in the corner yet? She had meant for Sydney to get the impact, but Sydney has ended up reversing it on her.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!

Freya rolls her shoulder just after the two and Sydney rolls back up to her feet looking a little frustrated. She paces around a little as Freya rolls off the chair and up to her knees, holding her back in pain.

Melissa: There’s something slightly ironic in that, and not only did Sydney give Freya what was meant for her, she gave her a little bit extra to boot with that suplex onto it. Freya has still managed to keep herself in this match though.

Seeing that Freya is starting to rise, Sydney goes to drag Freya up from behind, but she gets caught off guard as Freya lifts the chair she was just planted on and hits the Tennessee native flush in the chest. Sydney staggers backwards and Freya gets back up to her feet, swinging the chair to catch Holt again in the same spot on the chest, which knocks her back into the ropes. Sydney bounces off the ropes and straight into a third shot with the chair from Freya which flattens her to the canvas. Freya doesn’t stop there and brings the chair down again repeatedly onto Sydney’s chest.

Melissa: Freya has managed to get some use out of that chair after all, and Sydney did not see it coming.

Dante: It’s like a game of tit for tat… only it’s chop for chair. Sydney lit Freya’s chest up with those chops, Freya has repaid the favour with a chair!

Dropping the chair at the side of Sydney, Freya runs to the ropes and scales to the top. She perches herself and measures to make sure Sydney hasn’t moved before launching herself off with her frog splash.

Dante: EXPLOSIONS IN THE SKY from Freya and this could be… wait…

At the last second, Sydney grabs the chair from beside her and holds it in place so Freya lands smack bang on top of it. Freya bounces off and holds her stomach in pain from the impact as Sydney gets to her knees still gripping the chair. She brings it down hard onto Freya’s stomach bringing a yell of pain from Freya and the crowd to their feet, before she drops it and throws her arm over for the cover. Sydney hooks one of Freya’s legs as McGuire gets into place for the count.

Melissa: Landing on top of a chair was likely not high on Freya’s to do list, but it has given Sydney the upper hand and this could be all she wrote.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!

Before the three is finished, Freya gets her foot on the bottom rope and McGuire notices it just in time.

Dante: Whether that was pure luck or excellent ring awareness remains to be seen, but either way Freya has kept this match alive a little longer.

Sydney rolls to her knees and looks to McGuire for clarification, who confirms that it is only a two by holding up two fingers. Holt pulls herself back up to her feet slowly, pain clearly etched on her face. She looks around and then spots the chair that has been abandoned, picking it up she unfolds it and sets it on the canvas, before going back to Freya and pulling her up. Sydney sits Freya on the chair and then backs up a little before running towards her and using a flip senton to send them both crashing. Without waiting, Sydney goes for the cover, hooking both of Freya’s legs this time.

Dante: This has to be it now, Freya looks out of it.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WOAH!!!

The count stops abruptly as Sydney collapses off the cover onto the canvas beside Freya.

Melissa: Freya may be out of it, but her husband isn’t. He just walloped Sydney with a chair and saved his wife.

Cameron tosses the chair in his hand down to the floor as McGuire looks around to see what happened. With the referee still distracted looking to see what happened, Cameron quickly pulls Freya over Sydney and then drops down to the floor to bang on the apron to draw McGuire’s attention to the cover. The referee looks shocked but starts the count, under a shower of boos from the Minnesota crowd.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

McGuire straight away calls for the bell, which causes the sea of boos from the crowd to get even louder.

Dante: Oh come on!
 
John: Your winner…………………..FREYA!

Melissa: Sydney had this match in the bag, but thanks to some help from her husband, Freya is walking away with the victory and this crowd are not happy at all about that.

Cameron climbs into the ring and helps Freya to her feet, holding on hand up as the referee raises the other, the animosity from the crowd still as loud. As Sydney starts to stir, Cameron helps Freya back out of the ring and up the ramp. The camera shows a confused Sydney on the canvas holding her back before cutting elsewhere.







Need to Know

The crowd’s boos are clearly heard as we cut to the video wall, and find the Executive Vice President Cassandra Steen standing alongside Aggression General Manager Kyle Kilmeade. Neither of them get anything close to a warm reception.

Kyle: At the 100th Uprising, I’d say some key personnel changes were made among other things. And ever since then, there’s been a lot of questioning on social media. So I thought that our esteemed and brilliant as she is beautiful Vice President and I would answer some of those questions for all of you here and watching at home.

Cassandra: Change is a vital part of any business in any industry. Anybody who does not realise that, really has no place in any kind of business. As the esteemed General Manager of Aggression has stated, we will answer some of the questions being asked currently. Some, being the operative word in that sentence.

Kyle: One thing I’ve been asked is if I knew I was taking Mark’s job. I didn’t have a great deal of forewarning about that, but when opportunity knocks, I answer the door. I’d also like to add that I can totally tell the difference between the Vice President and her sister. One is more elegant, better looking, and endlessly smarter. The other is going to have to face Isis tonight. But that’s neither here nor there. Another question I heard was why did I get the job?

Cassandra: I would have thought the answer to that was obvious, but that is likely me giving the masses more credit than is truly deserved. The answer to why Mr Kilmeade was chosen for the position is simple. He has a wealth of experience for the position and I can think of no-one with more experience in running Aggression. If Mr Kincaid was hired for his experience, then why shouldn’t the General Manager of Aggression be chosen in the same manner? Besides that, he is obviously a man of discerning taste.

Kyle: What was the other question? Oh yeah, am I concerned about losing this job again? Absolutely not. When I was in charge of the whole company, it nearly broke me because it was too much. But running Aggression? I can do that all day and night. Besides that, I have the backing of a woman with a keen business mind who supports every decision I will be making. That kind of support is hard to find, and I intend to bring to SVW the two things it wants most: ratings and money. That’s what matters most of all, and this genius mix of intellect and beauty couldn’t agree more.

Cassandra: I could not have said it any better myself. With the right staff in the right places, SVW is set for an amazing 2018. Now, one other question I have been asked since Uprising is why Mr Horton was relieved of his position. That I think is the easiest answer of all… it does not concern the masses. That kind of information is on a need to know basis, and you most certainly do not need to know. I believe it is now just about time for me to prepare for my additional duty of refereeing a match tonight. Somebody has to ensure that things proceed as they should, and I can think of nobody better to do that than myself.

As the brunette heads off with a grin on Kyle’s face, we head back to ringside.




Title: Re: SVW Rampage - December 10, 2017
Post by: SVW Front Office on December 11, 2017, 02:47:09 pm
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John Youle: The following match up is scheduled for one fall!

“Wild Side” by Cross My Heart Hope To Die begins throughout the arena and the fans in attendance immediately leap to their feet, but their joy is soon crushed when Cassandra Steen appears on the ramp instead of Missy, dressed in a fitted referee’s top to go with her leggings.

Melissa: Well talk about a damp squib.

Dante: This doesn’t surprise me from Cassandra. You know she’s doing it to get under Missy’s skin.

Cassandra makes her way down to the ring, completely ignoring the fan’s ire as she climbs up the steps and through the ropes, making a point to shake hands with the ring announcer before heading over to the ropes and chatting to the time keeper.

John Youle: Introducing first, the special guest referee for this match up, SVW Executive Vice President Cassandra Steen!

Melissa: The odds are definitely stacked against Missy in this match already, but her sister is pretty determined to screw her over.

Dante: As if Isis wasn’t a big enough mountain to climb, she’s got to do it with her twin sister, who hates her, as the referee.

Melissa: It’s disgraceful behaviour from someone in the position of EVP.

The lights in the arena go out.

Just then as the intro to “Kong at the Gates” by The Misfits blares into the arena, generating a buzz from the crowd.

As the music begins, and the spotlight is beaming on the stage, Isis Morales comes out of the curtain, along with Valentina Lozano. Wearing her black hoodie that is covering her head, Isis makes their way down the aisle in a slow, intimidating pace, with Valentina close behind, and the spotlight following them on their way to the ring.

Once they climb up to the apron of the ring, Valentina enters the ring while Isis faces the crowd and uncovers her hood, revealing her face, looking menacingly at the crowd. She easily steps over the top rope to enter the ring with ease and then walks towards the center of the ring to stand there, soaking up the reaction from the crowd. Isis then stomps her foot down on the mat with force and, instantly, the four corners of the ring shoot out smoke, with a booming sound, mimicking an explosion. She lets out a primal roar and then goes over to a corner where she climbs up and poses, yelling back at the crowd at every chance. She then goes toward the opposite turnbuckle and does the same thing after climbing up. Meanwhile, Valentina stands in the middle of the ring pointing at Isis in the corner with a sexy, but icy, smirk. Then, as she comes down, Isis takes off her hoodie and gives it to Valentina. Isis then runs herself across the ropes once to loosen herself up before joining Valentina in the corner of the ring as they wait for her opponent.

John: Making her way to the ring, accompanied by the “Latin Goddess” Valentina Lozano, she hails from the City Of Angels, Los Angeles, California…standing at an impressive 6 foot 6 and weighing 230 pounds. She is the “Titaness of Destruction”… ISIS MORALES!!!!!!

Cassandra makes a beeline for Isis, shaking her hand and chatting to both her and Valentina in the corner.

Melissa: She is a beast of a woman.

Dante: And she’s currently talking to a worm of a woman.

Melissa: Ouch, Dante.

Dante: Oh come on Melissa, this match is going to be a screwjob and you know it!

The lights in the arena go off before a single purple spotlight hits the stage. As the opening bars of Wild Side by Cross My Heart Hope To Die starts to play Missy appears at the entrance way. Missy stands perfectly still, as her head stays bent, looking towards the ground and her manager Christian Kincaid walks out to stand behind her.

I've been on my best behavior
But I've heard that good girls finish last
And once you're gone they say no one can save you
But who knows if I go I may never want to ever come back
We've all fell victim to temptation
It seems that I'm the last one holding on
What's the use in fighting for my salvation
And why does it feel so damn right to want to be so wrong


At the side of Missy purple lights flash on and off, looking almost like fireworks, causing a wave of oohs and cheers to escape from the crowd. As the lights subside, Missy raises her arms up to the air and a single white spotlight accompanies the move.

I just wanna dance with the devil tonight
I wanna know what it feels like
I wanna close my eyes, put my hands in the sky
I wanna walk on the wild side


John: Introducing at this time…. Hailing from Leeds, England and weighing in at One hundred and twelve pounds… she is MIIIIISSSSSY!

Missy makes her way down the ramp to the ring keeping her eyes straight ahead, focussing on the ring, with Christian following a few steps behind. When she reaches the ring she slowly climbs the steel steps, building the crowd to fever pitch with anticipation, she climbs elegantly between the bottom and middle rope and climbs up onto the middle rope. She smirks before blowing a kiss out to the crowd, but is quickly cut off by Isis driving a huge forearm into her spine from behind while she’s distracted!

Dante: And there it is!

Melissa: And you know damn well Cassandra isn’t going to stop her. She hasn’t even called for the bell yet!

Sure enough, Cassandra relaxes back in the opposite corner as Missy collapses against the turnbuckle immediately, and Isis takes advantage of the situation by yanking Missy off the middle rope with a fistful of hair, slamming her into the canvas! Missy sits up out of instinct and Isis uses it to her advantage, grabbing fistfuls of hair and dragging the smaller woman up to her feet before throwing her into the turnbuckle again! Missy turns herself around, only to be met by Isis charging at her, driving her shoulder deep into her abdomen! The crowd in the Xcel Energy Arena show their distaste at her actions, something Isis ignores as she straightens Missy up and drives her shoulder into her abdomen again! The smug look on Cassandra’s face is enough to make anyone punch her in the mouth, but she gleefully sits back as Isis grabs Missy by the hair ones more and drags her out of the corner before smashing into her with a huge headbutt that knocks her down to the mat!

Melissa: Oooof.

Dante: Did you HEAR that?! It’s a miracle Missy isn’t concuss right now!

Missy looks rather on dream street as she tries to sit up, but Isis drops to the mat and gives Cassandra a glance, who hurriedly calls for the bell as she dashes across the ring then hits the canvas to count as Isis hooks a leg …

1 .. Missy kicks out!

Melissa: And FINALLY this match has officially started!

Dante: I can’t say I’m surprised by Cassandra’s actions. She’s already made it clear she hates her sister.

Melissa: And yet she’s in a position of power in SVW. That means great things for the future of the company.

Missy rolls onto her stomach out of pure instinct and tries to use the ropes to pull herself up, but Isis doesn’t give her time to even breathe, violently grabbing her by the hair once more and hurling Missy across the ring, leaving her to slam face first into the canvas! Missy groggily pulls herself up using the ropes as Isis charges for another attack, but Missy finds her bearings in time to pull the ropes down and send Isis sailing over the top rope! Isis hits the floor outside with a thud and Missy pulls herself together to make a beeline for the ropes, but Cassandra stops her, demanding she get back from the ropes so she can count!

Dante: Well she’s doing her job right there at least.

Melissa: She’s being smart about it though. Missy can’t claim she’s bending the rules here.

Missy’s eyes are wild with anger as Cassandra tells her to back away from the ropes for the count, but knowing she’s got to play the game, Missy takes a step back and Cassandra begins to count Isis out. Her count only reaches two before Missy rolls out of the ring and charges around to where Isis is, only to be cut off at the pass by a recovered Isis who hits Missy square in the face with a big boot!

Melissa: DAMN!

Dante: That’ll rearrange your features.

Melissa: Something tells me that was Cassandra’s plan. Look, she’s laughing!

Melissa isn’t lying. Cassandra stands looking over the ropes, howling with laughter as Isis takes a breath against the security barrier before pulling Missy back up by her gear and rolling her into the ring. Isis hops back onto the apron and steps through the ropes before rolling Missy over onto her back to hook the leg …

1 … 2 … Missy kicks out!

Isis goes to pull Missy up, but Missy somehow manages to pull her down into a small package …

…….. there’s no count as Cassandra stands checking a turnbuckle pad with her back to the action!

Missy immediately releases the hold as Cassandra turns around, the SVW EVP playing innocent to not seeing any sort of pin attempt. Isis gets back to her feet and immediately charges with at a slightly distracted Missy, but the Titaness misses as her opponent ducks under the attempt that leaves Isis heading for the ropes, only to get knocked down with a standing dropkick from Missy on the rebound! With Isis off her feet, Missy immediately heads for the ropes and lands a flying clothesline off the ropes as Isis gets back vertical again, knocking her straight back down to the canvas!

Melissa: Missy is taking control of this match!

Dante: And her sister currently looks like she’s chewing a wasp!

Quickly back to her feet, Missy takes advantage of a dazed Isis and catches her square in the face with a huge Shining Wizard as she attempts to get up to her knees, the impact echoing around the arena! Isis is flat on her back and Missy scrambles into the cover …

………… there’s no count again as Cassandra is distracted by the ropes with the ringside doctor, claiming there’s something in her eye!

Missy leaps to her feet and strides over to her sister, who just happens to be given the all clear as she gets to her and stands up. Cassandra just smiles sweetly at her twin sister as she explains she couldn’t see, but Missy isn’t having any of it and starts to point a finger at Cassandra, warning her to start playing by the rules. Cassandra just shrugs as Missy turns her attention back to Isis, only to be almost broken in half by a huge spear from the Titaness! Isis hooks a leg …

1 … 2 … Missy kicks out!

Melissa: Missy is refusing to roll over and die here!

Dante: I’m amazed she can move after that spear, especially when Isis is TWICE the size of her!

Isis gives Cassandra a sideways eye, and the SVW EVP just shrugs her shoulders before telling her to “hit her harder!”. Isis drags Missy to her feet and hurls her towards the ropes, catching her on the rebound to pick her up into a huge bear hug! Missy cries out in pain as Isis wraps her arms around her and Cassandra gleefully asks her sister if she wants to give in. Missy growls in defiance at Cassandra, and Isis just tightens her grip, which makes Missy cry out even more. The more Isis keeps hold of her grip, the more Missy begins to flag and Cassandra gleefully continues to ask if she wants to give in, but when she gets no answer from her twin sister, she looks like all of her Christmases have come at once!

She lifts Missy’s hand and lets it drop.

One!

She lifts Missy’s hand and lets it drop again.

Two!

She lifts Missy’s hand and lets it drop again.

Thr- NO! Missy’s hand shoots back into the air and Cassandra’s face drops in shock!

Melissa: Yes! Keep fighting Missy!

Dante: I’m all for a plucky underdog comeback here, but has Missy got enough left in the tank to take it to Isis? She’s taken quite a beating so far, and our “referee” has yet to count a single one of her pin attempts.

The crowd explodes as Missy begins to fight back, firing elbow after elbow into the side of Isis’s head until she drops her, giving Missy the opportunity to land a stiff kick to the midsection and drop Isis with a snap DDT! Isis tries to push back up to her feet, but Missy stops her at hands and knees with a stiff stamp on her back before locking the Titaness into a Camel Clutch! Missy pulls back on the hold as hard as she can, but Cassandra just stands back and watches as Isis roars out against the hold, trying to fight her way out of it.

Melissa: You know, if I’m Missy, I’m not going to take Cassandra messing around like this for much longer.

Dante: I hope Missy would let a cooler head prevail knowing it would irritate Cassandra.

Cassandra still doesn’t move as Missy pulls back so hard on the move that she’s almost laid across Isis’s back, but it doesn’t stop the Titaness from somehow managing to get free of the move and push up to her feet with Missy still clinging onto her! Showing her ring awareness, Isis turns around and drops back against the turnbuckle, crushing Missy like a bug on a windscreen!

Missy slumps into the corner as Isis steps away, taking a second to compose herself before she heads for the opposite corner and charges like a bull, a running Hip Attack becoming plainly obvious to everyone involved! It fails miserably as Missy rolls out of the way at the last second, leaving Isis to crash into the turnbuckle! Isis staggers out of the corner as Missy gets back to her feet, and the smaller competitor charges at the Titaness, only for Isis to cut her off with a huge lariat that almost turns Missy inside out! Missy looks like she’s on wobbly legs again as Isis drags her up and throws her into the ropes to pick her up by the waist on the rebound, but Missy somehow manages to manoeuvre herself around to plant Isis with a satellite DDT thanks to her own momentum!

Missy rolls Isis over onto her back and makes the cover …

…….. Once again there’s no count as Cassandra is on one knee with her head down tying her shoelace!

Melissa: That DDT was nothing short of beautiful, but this match is an absolute sham!

Dante: The action isn’t, but the officiating certainly is.

Melissa: Missy hasn’t got a hope in hell of beating Isis with a referee who is suddenly distracted anytime she has the advantage!

Missy gives up on her cover attempt as Cassandra finally finishes supposedly tying her shoelaces, the two sisters coming almost nose to nose before Missy says “fine, have it your way” before turning her attention back to Isis, who is just pushing up from her hands and knees. Missy shoves Cassandra out the way and hits the ropes, coming back to drive Isis face first into the mat with the Mischief Maker! Feeling the tides turning, Missy makes her way to the turnbuckle and steps out on the apron, beginning to climb to the top rope as Isis rolls onto her back into position for Missy to land the Li’l Miss Mischief, only for Cassandra to “trip” and fall into the ropes, bringing Missy down onto the top of the turnbuckle!

Melissa: Oh come on!

Dante: What the hell?!

Melissa: Cassandra Steen is a real piece of work!

Isis pushes back to her feet and makes her way to the turnbuckle as Cassandra feigns shock at what has just occurred, stepping back as Isis ascends the turnbuckle and wraps Missy up to drop back and throw her over with a huge superplex! The impact on both competitors is clear as Isis takes a second to find herself again before she rolls over onto Missy for a cover …

1 … 2 … Missy gets the shoulder up!

Cassandra cannot believe her sister will not give up, looking in shock at her arm held up high before she remembers where she is and yells at Isis “Will you end her already?!” as the Titaness rolls off of Missy and pushes to her feet, dragging Missy back to her feet by her hair and hurling her into the corner before putting a foot to her throat and choking her! Cassandra stands idly by as Missy coughs and splutters in the corner, hammering away at Isis’s leg as hard as she can to try and get her to let go, but its to no avail as Isis doesn’t let up until she’s ready to, leaving Isis to slump into the corner. Missy tries to push back out of the corner, but Isis is straight back on the attack, catching her and hoisting her up onto her shoulders before heading to the middle of the ring, spinning around with Missy in her shoulders which makes Cassandra almost giddy as she watches Isis plant her twin sister into the canvas with the Crash & Burn!

Melissa: God damn that move is ugly to watch.

Dante: It’s one of those that looks like it does serious damage to the neck area, and you know Cassandra will be loving that!

Isis rolls Missy over but doesn’t drop to the canvas, instead choosing to make the arrogant pin by putting a foot on her chest with her arms in the air…

1 … 2 … thr- NO! Missy gets the shoulder up!

Cassandra can’t believe it. Isis looks in shock. The fans in the [ARENA NAME] go wild as Missy still shows signs of live, and Isis doesn’t take it well, dragging Missy viciously to her feet before hurling her into the ropes and swinging for a clothesline on the rebound. Missy ducks under the clothesline and hits the ropes again, ducking under another swinging clothesline attempt from Isis to hop onto the ropes and leap off to land a crossbody, but Isis catches Missy and lifts her up onto her shoulders! There’s no flash from Isis this time as she hurls Missy’s legs out in front of her and drives her hard into the canvas with the Voyage to Armageddon! This time, Isis takes no chances and hooks both legs, Cassandra dutifully dropping to the canvas …

1 … 2 … 3!!

John Youle: Here is your winner, Isis Morales!

Melissa: Damnit!

Dante: It was against all odds for Missy here tonight, the chances of her pulling it off were minimal.

Melissa: I wouldn’t mind if it was a fair fight, but with Cassandra Steen in Isis’s back pocket, it was never going to be fair!

Cassandra almost pops back to her feet, strutting around the ring like the cat who got the cream as Isis pushes back to her feet. Once the Titaness is upright, Cassandra grabs hold of her arm and proudly raises it in the air, using her free hand to point to Isis.

Melissa: Of course you look pleased with yourself Cassandra, you’re deplorable!

Dante: I don’t think you’ll find anyone disagreeing with you there, except possibly Kyle Kilmeade.

Melissa: The less said about him the better.

Isis rolls out of the ring and backs up the ramp with her arms held up in the air while Cassandra walks around her sister’s prone body looking very smug, leaning over her to say “too bad sis!!” before rolling out of the ring and heading towards the entrance way.





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John Youle: The following match up is scheduled for one fall and is for the SVW Adrenaline Championship!

The arena darkens, with only strobe lights which pulse gently giving any kind of light to the arena. Lights on the ramp pulse in pink and white, while in the middle of the ring, spotlights form the Irish Tricolour, all of this while dry ice is coming up from the stage and ramp, generating a buzz from the crowd. It’s then that the dark, sweeping entrance of Ronan Hardiman’s “Warriors” comes in, and a spotlight focuses on the stage, to which Jo McFarlane comes out from behind the curtain, to the cheers of the fans.

John: Introducing first/and their opponent/their partner, hailing from Edinburgh Scotland, by way of Derry, Northern Ireland, weighing one-hundred-and-twenty-seven-pounds, she is “The Living Firework” JOOOOO MCAFAAAAARLANE!

With the announcement out of the way, and the song underway, the redhead starts her way down the ramp, high fiving the fans as she heads down. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, she then turns to go around the ring, and carries on with the fans until she has gone full circle. Then, standing at the steps, she reaches across herself and removes her dress, handing it to an attendant. As the music picks up pace, she moves quickly towards and up them, her shoes clacking off of the steps, and she spins around, using the ropes until she gets to dead centre between them. From there, she bounces over the rope and lands on her feet, taking off towards her corner and vaulting herself onto the middle turnbuckle, posing briefly for the fans. She then hops down, waiting for what may come next while the music dies down.

Melissa: This should be an exciting match and Jo McFarlane looks ready for the challenge of possibly becoming a two time champion!

Dante: But after the hell Chris Kane went to win the championship, I doubt he’ll be willing to give it up easily!

The opening to “Sleepwalking” by Bring Me the Horizon begins to play through the arena. The lights dim down as the vocals kick in. Stepping out from the back is Christopher Kane with his head down, hoodie on, hood up, the SVW Adrenaline Championship around his waist with Avery standing behind him. The crowd cheers the second generation wrestler. Some time passes by as he just stands there. He finally begins to move throwing his hood back looking out into the arena full of people. No emotion on his face as he begins to walk to the ring with Avery in tow. Some fans have their hands sticking over the barricade looking for a high five as they get one.

John: And coming from San Diego, California accompanied by Avery Kane… weighing in at 185 lbs… He is the current SVW Adrenaline Champion, Christopher Kane!!!

Christopher gets to the ring, just standing there staring at it before looking at the crowd again. He jumps up to the ring apron bobbing his head to the music before leaping into the ring. Christopher rips the title off, unzips his hoodie going to the closest top turnbuckle going to the top to look at the crowd raising the Adrenaline championship into the air. He jumps down and backs into the corner taking his hoodie off handing it to Avery along with his title while the lights come back to normal and song finishes.

Dante: Kane went through the absolute wringer with The Worthy for majority of this past year, and his prize for weathering the storm was the SVW Adrenaline Championship. You know it had to feel good finally getting his hands on that championship.

Melissa: Indeed, his first in championship in SVW too!

Rudy Palmer takes the Adrenaline Championship from Kane and displays it to McFarlane, who nods at his actions before the referee displays the Championship to the crowd. Kane and McFarlane begin to circle in the ring as Palmer hands the championship off to a ringside assistant and calls for the bell, an action that prompts the crowd to cheer like mad as Kane and McFarlane lock straight up in the middle of the ring. McFarlane takes control by pulling Kane into a side headlock, but it doesn’t last long as Kane manages to push McFarlane off and send her into the ropes, swinging and missing with a clothesline that she ducks, making up for it by knocking her down with a on the button Dropsault as she comes back off the ropes again! McFarlane tries to get back to her feet as fast as she can, but Kane is right back on the attack as he takes McFarlane by the wrist and throws her into the corner, following up with a running double knee that connects with McFarlane’s chest! The red head gasp for breath as Kane pulls her from the corner and drapes an arm around his neck to throw her over with a snap suplex! Kane is off like a rocket as McFarlane sits up, the Champion hitting the ropes and coming back to knock McFarlane down hard with a running knee strike! Palmer hits the canvas as Kane scurries into a cover attempting …

1 … McFarlane kicks out!

Not to give up the advantage, Kane is quick to pull McFarlane up to her feet and begin to throw her into the ropes, but McFarlane finds her bearings in time to reverse the momentum and send Kane sailing into the ropes, knocking the Champion down with a standing dropkick on the rebound! Kane bounces right back up to his feet, but McFarlane stops him in his tracks with a huge headbutt that staggers Kane into the ropes, giving McFarlane the chance to throw Kane into the ropes and catch him with a dropsault on his return! Once again, Kane is quickly back to his feet and McFarlane doesn’t give him time to catch his breath, throwing him into the ropes and looking for a clothesline that misses the spot as Kane ducks under and hits the ropes again, but the spinning back fist on the rebound does, knocking Kane down once more!

Melissa: What a display from both of these competitors!

Dante: Kane showed off what he could do from the get go, and now its McFarlane’s turn!

Kane sits up, dazed and confused, but McFarlane pushes him down to hook the leg…

1 … Kane kicks out!

McFarlane doesn’t waste any time, grabbing Kane by the legs and locking him into a sharpshooter! Kane cries out in pain, desperately reaching for the bottom ropes as Rudy Palmer dives to the mat, asking Kane if he wants to submit and the champion screams out defiantly as he uses his arms to drag himself towards the bottom rope! The crowd go crazy as Kane stops to reach out for the ropes again, stopping sheer millimetres from his freedom and with one more push, he manages to grab hold of the bottom rope, prompting Palmer to begin the count! McFarlane releases the hold immediately and out of instinct, Kane rolls himself out of the ring and begins to shake it out of his legs, but McFarlane sees the opportunity and runs at the ropes, rebounding back to suicide dive through the ropes into Kane as he turns around, only for the Champion to dive out of the way at the last second and leave McFarlane to crash and burn as she hits the floor outside! Palmer immediately begins his count again as Kane begins to pick himself up, taking the opportunity to seize control again by pulling McFarlane up and rolling her into the ring before hopping onto the apron himself, heading to the middle rope and waiting for McFarlane to find her feet before leaping off to drive her head first into the matt with a diving Tornado DDT! Kane dives into the cover …

1 … 2 … McFarlane kicks out!

Kane rolls away and up to his feet, taking his time to back away and charge at McFarlane as she tries to get up, almost taking her head off with a running enziguri!

Melissa: God damn!

Dante: Hey row twelve, if you could pass Jo McFarlane her head back, that would be great!

Melissa: Jo just got her bell rung, big time.

It’s McFarlane’s turn to leave the ring this time, the impact and momentum from the kick sending her rolling out of the ring and slumping to the floor. Palmer does his duty and heads to the ropes, beginning the count as Kane uses the moment to catch his breath as McFarlane comes back to life, walking round the ring to try and get back to the action, but she doesn’t get past the corner as Kane charges at the turnbuckle and dives over, crashing into McFarlane with a No hands over the top turnbuckle somersault plancha!! Palmer begins his count again as the two competitors lay out on the floor, the move obviously taking something out of both of them!

Melissa: AIR KANE!

Dante: Kane just threw caution to the wind on his own personal safety with that move!

Melissa: That’s the champion he is, Dante! He’ll do anything to keep that belt now he’s got it.

Palmer’s count gets to four as Kane finds his feet again, helping McFarlane to get back to hers and rolling her into the ring before he heads for the turnbuckle again, climbing to the top rope and taking a second to balance before flying through the air with a Frog Splash! It doesn’t pay off, however, as McFarlane gets her knees up and Kane crashes ribs first across her legs! The champion clutches at his ribs, coughing and spluttering as McFarlane begins to find her feet again, taking the opportunity to stalk Kane as he tries to get up, running and grabbing him by the back of the head to drive him face first into the canvas with a bulldog! The redhead immediately rolls Kane over and hooks the leg …

1 … 2 … Kane kicks out!

Kane does his best to try and get up straight again, but McFarlane uses the situation to her advantage, running around him to leap onto the middle rope and off the rope again, grabbing Kane by the head and driving him into the canvas with a springboard tornado DDT!

Melissa: Someone call the weather people and get that Tornado warning in place!

Dante: I cannot believe you just made that joke.

Melissa: It sounded good in my head!

Kane flops down onto the mat, but McFarlane doesn’t give up on the attack, instead dragging him away from the ropes and locking the Champion into an ankle lock! Kane cries out in pain again and desperately tries to claw his way to the bottom ropes, roaring defiantly at Palmer’s questioning over giving in. McFarlane tightens the hold as Kane uses everything he’s got to drag himself across the mat using his arms and finally manages to grab hold of the bottom rope, prompting Palmer to call for the break again. McFarlane complies and gives Kane the space at Palmer’s request before making a beeline for him once she’s given the go ahead, but Kane uses the ropes to his advantage and pulls them down, sending McFarlane sailing out of the ring and to the floor! Palmer begins to count once more as Kane takes a second to catch his breath, only to be caught off guard by McFarlane as he turns around to face her, finding her up on the apron and leaping onto the top rope to fly with a springboard hurricanrana that sends Kane sprawling across the canvas!

Kane attempts to get back to his feet, despite being disorientated, but it leads him to stumble straight into a standing dropkick that sends him back into the turnbuckle! McFarlane goes on the attack again, but Kane meets her with a boot to the jaw that gives him the chance to jump to the middle rope and leap to drive the redhead into the mat with a diving tornado DDT!

Melissa: What’s good for the goose is good for the gander!

Dante: Not sure what you mean by that, but Jo McFarlane just got drilled hard!

Melissa: …… nope, not going there.

McFarlane rolls onto her back and Kane seizes the moment to make a cover …

1 … 2 … McFarlane kicks out!

McFarlane sits up out of the pin attempt, but Kane is quick to take advantage of the situation, hitting the ropes and hitting the redhead with the New York Rain, sending her sprawling back down to the mat! Sensing a shift in momentum, Kane drags McFarlane closer to the corner then begins to climb the turnbuckle, pausing on the top for a minute before flying through the air with a Corkscrew Moonsault that misses the mark as McFarlane rolls out of the way, leaving Kane to crash and burn! There’s a moment when the only movement in the ring is Palmer checking that both of them are fit to continue.

Melissa: What a crash and burn there from Kane!

Dante: That’s the ring awareness of Jo McFarlane. She knew she was in trouble and she knew how to get out of it.

McFarlane begins to show signs of life, sitting up on the mat before pushing to her feet and laying eyes on Kane as he tries to get up, the redhead hitting the ropes to charge at him and drive the Champion face first into the canvas with the BANG! Wheelbarrow Facebuster and McFarlane rolls Kane over to hook the leg …

1 … 2 … Kane kicks out!

McFarlane is back on her feet in a flash and runs at the ropes as Kane gets to his feet, the champion stopping the challenger in her tracks with a spinning roundhouse kick as she rebounds! McFarlane slumps to the mat like a sack of potatoes and Kane takes his chance, heading for the top rope with a jump to land a split legged moonsault! Kane quickly hooks both legs …

1 … 2 … McFarlane gets the shoulder up!

The crowd go nuts for the impressive display from both competitors as Palmer checks on them both.

Melissa: This match has been full of high adrenaline action so far, and I cannot make out who has got the upper hand.

Dante: Both of them are very proud competitors and its this level of action that makes our Adrenaline division so exciting!

McFarlane rolls out of the ring to gain breathing space, but Kane refuses to give up the pressure, instead leaping over a counting Palmer with a Tope Con Hilo, crashing straight into McFarlane with the momentum taking them both crashing into the security barrier! Palmer restarts his count as both competitors attempt to gather themselves on the outside, Kane showing the lesser impact from the move by making it to his feet first and pulling McFarlane up to throw her under the bottom rope. The champion hops up onto the apron and waits for the redhead to find her feet before he springboards off the top rope with a huge hurricanrana that sends McFarlane from one side of the ring to the other!

McFarlane staggers around to try and find her base, only for Kane to catch her unaware with a chestblower, the challenger clutching at her chest and gasping for air as she crawls towards the ropes. Kane takes advantage of the situation and goes to drag McFarlane away from the ropes, only for the redhead to pull him down into a small package…

1 … 2 … Kane kicks out!

McFarlane manages to get the upper hand first, catching Kane with a stiff enziguri as he tries to catch up, the impact sending him rolling out of the ring and to the floor! She lays in wait for her moment in the ring before sliding out the ring with a baseball slide, sending Kane crashing into the security barrier!

Melissa: That Enziguri had to make Kane’s ears ring.

Dante: I’m more concerned about what McFarlane is going to do next!

Palmer stands in the ring and begins to count as McFarlane finds her feet and catches Kane before he knows where he is, hitting him with a stiff elbow before rolling him back into the ring and hopping onto the apron herself. She waits for the right moment to springboard off the top rope, but Kane stops her dead in her tracks with a huge superkick! McFarlane’s head snaps back as she slumps to the mat in a heap and Kane scurries into a cover …

1 … 2 … McFarlane gets the shoulder up!

Kane looks in shock as Palmer who just reinforces it was only a two count before the champion rolls up and to his feet, waiting for McFarlane to get almost vertical before he leaps onto her to lock her into the Clickety Clack! McFarlane writhes and thrashes around in an attempt to get herself out of the hold, denying all of Palmer’s requests for a submission as she tries to get free of the hold.

Melissa: Clickety Clack!

Dante: McFarlane is going to struggle to get out of this one!

It takes everything she’s got left, but McFarlane manages to manoeuvre her body round to get a leg onto the bottom rope! Palmer calls for the break and Kane complies, releases McFarlane for her to roll out of the ring. Feeling the effects of the match, Kane is slower to his feet than before, but he doesn’t waste time as he flies through the air and over the top rope with the Space Flying Tiger Drop, slamming straight into McFarlane!

The pair collapse into a heap of humanity as the crowd goes insane at the action, Palmer beginning the count as there’s no sign of life from either competitor!

Melissa: The ringside area is just a pile of humanity after Chris Kane pulled out the Space Flying Tiger Drop!

Dante: All the stops are being pulled out here, but I do think it’s had just as hard an impact on Chris as it has Jo!

Palmer’s count gets to five and there’s finally some sign of life, Kane rolling over on the outside and leaning up against the security barrier to catch his breath as Jo begins to move her limbs around. The count continues to go, getting to eight as Kane pushes up to his feet and staggers to the ring apron, gently rolling into the ring as the count gets to nine, but McFarlane is barely on her knees and with one last push she gets to her feet, but it’s too late to stop the count as Palmer hits ten and calls for the bell!

John Youle: Here is your winner, via countout, and STILL SVW Adrenaline Champion, Christopher Kane!!

The fans are on their feet out of respect for what both competitors gave in the ring as Palmer retrieves the Adrenaline Championship belt from the ringside assistant and hands it to Kane, who is still using the ropes for support in getting up to his feet. He takes the championship and gently lifts it high above his head as McFarlane finally manages to get herself back in the ring, applauding him in a sign of respect.

Melissa: Well its definitely not the way either competitor wanted to see this match end, but Christopher Kane has retained the Adrenaline Championship!

Dante: He has indeed, Melissa! And after his battle to win it, you’ve got to know he’s pleased to still be champion!



Flowers in the Storm

The show heads to the locker room area, where we find Benjamin Brown standing outside of a locker room shared by Mel Avilo and Bianca Salvador of the Brazilian Storm. All three are standing in front of the open door leading into the room as Ben begins to speak.

Ben: I’m here with the Brazilian Storm, Bianca Salvador and Mel Avilo. It’s no secret of what a success they have been as a tag team in FFW, currently holding their Unity titles. With that success, they are looking to add more championships to the resume here in SVW. Ladies, thank you for joining me.

Mel: Of course you should be thanking us. We don’t get nearly the amount of time in front of SVW crowds as we should...though admittedly that’s partially our faults, being so busy in FFW. And you’re right, there is definite intention to pull ourselves to the top of SVW’s tag divisions - either of them, with Cody announcing he wants to create Chaos Tag Titles - ‘cause what’s a company with the Storm without actually having the Storm?

Bianca: And come to think of it, maybe the other teams here in SVW should be thankful that we’ve had so much to do recently in FFW, because I’m sure that we’d be the new law of the land if we were given the chance. And with the Chaos Tag Titles in the horizon… Well, I don’t mean to brag but I’ve been through some pretty -- ahem -- chaotic stuff myself, so maybe… SVW’s tag ranks may get far more “stormy” into the new year.

Ben: Well that begs a question that I’m pretty sure our fans may know the answer, but better to ask than assume, right? And that is….

Ben’s attention gets diverted as pair of men each carrying a bouquet of flowers passes by him into the Storm’s locker. Each of them sets a vase on one of the tables, checks something off on a clipboard, and heads back out again.

Ben: Um..as I was saying… what…

He loses track again as those same two men come back, bringing yet another couple dozen flowery bouquets with the. And yet again, they move past all three and find places to put them. Curiosity gets the best of Ben as he grabs one of them on their way back out.

Ben: Excuse me, we’re trying to conduct some business here. Who are these flowers for?

One of them looks at his clipboard for a moment.

Delivery Man: Melanie Christina Avilo.

Bianca can’t help but raise an eyebrow.

Bianca: I, uh… Okay. Now, though? Of all times?

Mel, who seemed quite perplexed, nods in a slightly dumbfounded manner.

Mel: Apparently. Not the first time I’ve had something from someone who doesn’t want to name themselves recently either. I came back from three shows straight to my neighbour handing me boxes that came while we were at shows.

Both of the delivery men headed off camera again, with Ben giving them a long glance before picking up where he left off.

Ben: My question to you both is with the draft beginning this week, do you have a preference of which brand you end up on? I know you’re managed by the Aggression General Manager, which is why I assumed we already know the answer. But I thought you’d like to make it clear anyway.

As Ben finishes, the delivery guys come back with another pair of bouquets which they take inside.

Bianca: We actually don’t. I believe both General Managers know exactly what the Storm is capable of -- Kyle, because he manages us; Cody, because he was in FFW before and he would be an idiot to miss out on what we’re capable of. So whomever picks us knows exactly what they’re getting.

Mel nods.

Mel: Pretty much this. Also for consideration is that, with Cody, despite him being most definitely friends with some members of this roster as he is with the FFW roster, I’ve ever really seen him as someone who does things unfairly. It’s something I’ve always respected about him. Kyle of course wouldn’t dream of pretending that we aren’t exactly who we say we are either. I err on the side of Kyle, but I’ll be okay no matter where we go.

The delivery men start back out of the dressing room again before one of them looks at his clipboard once more, and plucks off a little card inside an envelope.

Delivery Man: Oh yeah, the guy who sent these is here in the arena. If you’d like to see him, his location is on a card in there.

Mel takes the card from the delivery man, opens it and reads it. A puzzled look crosses her face as she pushes some hair behind her ear.

Mel: ...Huh. That is the last person I expected.

Bianca: Wha--? Who’s it? Who’s iiiiit?

A curious Bianca tries to look over Mel’s shoulder. Mel being slightly taller than Bianca, it makes it awkward for the blonde to see something. Mel lowers the card.

Mel: I’ll tell you later. IE, when there aren’t cameras in front of us.

Bianca: Fair enough.

Bianca then turns to Benjamin, arms crossed…

Bianca: Any other questions with obvious answers?

Ben: No, that was pretty much it. Thanks for talking with me.

Even Ben was curious what was on the card. And as the brunette half of the team headed wherever, the show heads back to ringside.




Title: Re: SVW Rampage - December 10, 2017
Post by: SVW Front Office on December 11, 2017, 02:48:25 pm
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John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Mel: And this one is a match requested by the two contestants, expect something amazing coming out of this one!

The venue’s lights dim. The audience is left to its own devices for about ten to fifteen seconds before the airy sounds of PVRIS’ “Mirrors” begins to play over the arena’s speakers. Sets of lights near the base of the entrance ramp steadily flicker and flash. The lights continue flickering as Misha LeCavalier makes her way out from backstage and stand on the base of the ramp. Misha slowly begins to make her way down the ramp as “Mirrors” begins to kick into high gear. All the while her eyes are cold and focused.
 
John: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds—MISHA LECAVALIER!
 
Misha allows the crowd to briefly take in her presence as she reaches the end of the entrance ramp. Misha walks up the steps and enters the ring then wipes the bottom of her boots before she enters the ring. The crowd begins to boo her, but she seems unaffected as she struts about the ring, judging the atmosphere. Misha smirks and then removes her ring jacket. After pulling on the top rope and testing its tightness, Misha walks to the corner and leans against the turnbuckles to wait for the bell to ring.

Mel: Misha LeCavalier isn't known for making friends in the ring, but she and KAoru Asaka requested to have this match. They have the utmost respect for one another for some reason, and I believe they're not alone in looking forward to this one.

Dante: Anyone that's a fan of technical, hard hitting wrestling should look forward to this one. Misha can spar with the best of them, and with her style developed in the British dungeons, she's ready to scrap like a champ.

The arena cuts to darkness, except for the video screen, which flickers up the 'Indian Head' Please Stand By test pattern, and for a moment the PYOO~ of the test tone. As the 'slide' that was shown on gets pushed to the side by a blank one, we hear the voice of our star.

"Let's go."

The opening riff of the "Fallout 4 Theme", redone by Evil Ducky starts. Timed with the 3 bass notes, 3 hot yellow lights shine down on center stage, forming a 'radioactive' symbol. Standing in the center of the light, is Kaoru Asaka, in her ring gear and a long pine green ring jacket, crouched and facing the entrance, watching her first name also come on screen, and standing up as the next line plays. When it gets to the next set of 3 bass notes, the lights turn off one by one, and her last name comes onto screen a syllable at a time. Then as the main melody and drums kick back up, Kaoru turns around, throwing her fist into the sky. The lights behind her one the stage all beaming bright yellow as she yells out to the crowd, and starts to head for the ring... even stopping to rock out and headbang with a group of fans along the way...

John: Coming to the ring..... Hailing from New Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 65 kilotons of power, she is the Nuclear Explosion of the Burning Star Express....

Asaka runs and hops up onto the apron, hard cam side, climbing up the turnbuckles and raising up her arms upwards and then outward, like an explosive cloud.

John: Atomic! Kaoru! Aaaaaaasaka!

Kaoru pumps her fist again to the crowd before she hops down into the ring, running the ropes a few times before taking off her ring jacket and handing it to a ringside attendant.

Mel: The ATOMIC is in the house, and this is gonna get explosive! We can't stress this enough: two of the best hard hitters in the business, and they requested this! Oooo, this is gonna be good.

Dante: Do you need some popcorn, Mel? Water or something?

As the two women meet in the center of the ring, there's a moment of sportsmanship as they shake hands briefly for the crowd's delight... before both women have the same idea shortly after said handshake is broken, with Misha getting the best of Kaoru as she drives her shoulder into the Atomic One's stomach. Kaoru folds over, and Misha starts throwing a barrage of kicks to Kaoru's upper midsection, before Asaka lunges forward trying to catch the Canadian wrestler with a surprise lariat... But Misha grabs Kaoru by the arm and brings her downwards, rolling her up with a Gannosuke clutch!

ONE-- Too soon, c'mon!

Mel: You don't roll up the master of roll-ups! That wasn't 120% Effective!

Dante: You're REALLY into this one, aren't you?

Kaoru powers out of the roll-up, and Misha quickly bounces back to her feet. Before Kaoru is fully up, LeCavalier rushes towards the ropes, dashing right past Kaoru as she builds up her momentum. As she returns, she goes in with a Northern lariat aimed at the back of Kaoru's head... NOPE! Kaoru ducks and Misha overshoots her attack! As the brunette realizes what just happened, she turns around and BONK! Kaoru rewards her with a headbutt to the face, dazing the regal wrestler. Kaoru jokes with the crowd pointing at her head, kind of enacting the "good idea" meme, before grabbing Misha by the arm and hurling her across the ring and making her bump into the far corner. From her vantage point, Kaoru then dashes towards Misha, trying to get her with a high knee... But Misha lifts her leg and spikes it into Kaoru's chest, shooing her away.

Mel: Timely boot by Misha, she may have avoided a facial reconstruction.

Dante: Misha's ring awareness is out of this world. She's been in the business for long enough to know when she's in danger and how to avoid it.

As Kaoru stumbles away from the corner, Misha quickly hops onto the second rope, ready to deliver a knee to Kaoru's head. Kaoru, however, isn't interested in being a sitting duck to LeCavalier's attack, instead dashing to the corner anyway and catching Misha's jaw with a high uppercut, making the Canadian wrestler tumble over the top rope and crash on the apron, slumping to ringside after that. Misha powers back to her feet and Kaoru wants to give chase, but she can't do much before Misha surprises her with an enzuigiri using the apron for support, catching Kaoru's head as she's hovering from the ring to the apron between the top and mid ropes. Kaoru is now dangling on the ropes, eventually collapsing back into the ring. Misha uses this time to get back into the square, making her way up to Kaoru and grabbing her by the head, forcing her to her feet. Misha then takes her to the center of the ring and slowly turns around, connecting with a rather systematic neckbreaker, followed by a cover...

ON--

... that Kaoru powers out of before the count even begins. Misha gets up and grabs the back of Kaoru's attire to bring her back up to her feet. Kaoru is having none of that as she pushes Misha away, and LeCavalier uses that backwards momentum to let herself fall to the ropes, bouncing back to a proper vertical base before boosting forward... only for Kaoru to sweep her off the mat and smash her into the ring with a scoop powerslam! Misha bounces back to her feet with the rebound and Karu quickly wraps her arms around LeCavalier's waist, bringing her off the mat with a powerful German suplex that she bridges for a cover!

ONE-- Misha pushes Kaoru away from her with plenty authority!

Mel: Whoa! We don't see this often from Kaoru, but here's where we are! We're going all out with the technical wrestling, and this is beautiful!

Dante: Bridging German suplex by the Atomic One, and it not even a proper count!

Kaoru stands up quickly and lets her body fall on top of Misha with an elbow drop to the chest. Misha feels the blow and rolls to the ropes next to her for leverage as Kaoru stands, quickly making a beeline to her opponent and going for her five-star ground game, putting in a ground-'n-pound clinic as she starts pummelling Misha without any remorse while the Canadian crawls to the ropes. Misha eventually manages to grab the bottom rope and force a rope break, making Kaoru let go of her and wait patiently for the next perfect opportunity. And does she ever: as soon as Misha is up to her feet and turns around the Japanese wrestler strikes with a boot to the stomach, folding Misha, before she turns and runs to the ropes across the ring, building up mad momentum before coming back and dashing at Misha... Who pulls the top rope down and sends Kaoru tumbling to the apron! Kaoru barely manages to stay on the ring before Misha mule kicks her out of the apron and sends her to ringside.

Misha proceeds to hover to the apron and lock her crosshairs on Kaoru, waiting for the perfect opportunity. When said opportunity rises, Misha launches herself from the apron and strikes KAoru with a jumping knee to the face, the Japanese wrestler being sent to the barricades behind her before collapsing. Misha stands up and bask in the crowd's mixed reactions before grabbing Kaoru by the head and dragging her from the barricade, only to turn her around and smashing her forehead into the guardrail anyway. Kaoru stumbles about, evetually making her way to the commentary table, being closely followed by Misha (while, on the ring, the referee has a solid count of 3 for both women). Past the commentry table and still being followed by Misha, Asaka slumps over the barricades, and that's when Misha comes closer... only to eat a mule kick to the stomach. LeCavalier bends over, and Kaoru takes the chance as she turns and grabs her opponent by the head, proceeding to hook a leg in order to lift her into a Fisherman Suplex... but Misha locks her left leg on Kaoru's left leg, and the two women get in a dead lock.

Mel: A suplex into the ringside pads is sure gonna make a number in either one of them. No matter who you are, it HURTS.

Dante: That's why they're being so protective. A good defense is part of a great attack plan.

The two women keep engaged in the dead lock for a while before Kaoru disengages it and pushes Misha, attacking with a superkick... NOPE! Misha grabs Kaoru's foot and shakes her head at the Japanese wrestler before she dashes forth with a clothesline... NOT THAT EITHER! Kaoru manages to duck that attack and, realizing the referee is at a count of 8 inside the ring, she gives up on an immediate counter and dashes into the ring to reset the count. Realizing that, Misha does pretty much the same, but Kaoru takes advantage of being the first in as she leaps onto the back of her opponent with an elbow drop to the spine. Misha's eyes go wide as she squirms in the ring, rolling to the ropes closer to her, using them to try and stand up... But this time Kaoru won't let her have the rope break as she grabs Misha's waistband and pulls her out of the edge, smacking her with a forearm to the back, dazing her just enough to keep the upperhand.

Mel: Northern lariat by Kaoru, she feels it.

Kaoru then makes her way to the corner across from Misha, getting in a three-point stance and dashing towards LeCavalier, smacking her in full with a running knee strike that would make the toughest of muay thai scrappers dizzy! Misha's legs give out on her as she tries toget back up from that, and Kaoru takes her chance, going for a cover!

ONE!

TWO-- NO!!! Misha kicks out!

Kaoru shakes her head and puts Misha in a seated position, putting her knee in the middle of Misha's spine, applying a sleeper hold submission. Misha, otherwise dazed, tries to break loose, and powers out of Kaoru's hold the best she can, even with the Atomic One trying her hardest to keep control; LeCavalier does manage to bring herself up and stand, but Asaka immediately sidesteps Misha and smashes her into the mat again with a Russian leg sweep! And another cover follows!

ONE!

TWO!

NOOO!!! Misha once again kicks out!

With the adrenaline high cooling down, Kaoru kneels next to Misha, shaking her head. Eventually she begins to rise, grabbing Misha by the arm and bringing her to her feet. Yanking her arm, she delivers a sound headbutt to Misha's chest -- once, twice, three times... but when the fourth comes, Misha whirls around Kaoru and avoids the attack, taking away from Kaoru's balance as the Japanese wrestler stumbles foward a step and a half, giving Misha an opportunity to wrap her arms around Kaoru's waist and shoot her upwards in a release German suplex. Kaoru crashes on her shoulders and gingerly brings herself up back to her feet, with her back to Misha. The Canadian takes this chance to put Asaka in a standing cobra clutch before she spins her out for a short-arm lariat... NO! Kaoru ducks that, sidestepping Misha and facepalming her into an STO!

Mel: Here's the Intro to Madness-- NO! FACEPALM!!! MISHA JUST GOT FACEPALMED!!!

Dante: What a technical clinic! Counters on top of counters!

Kaoru starts pounding the mat after as she gets up, with Misha slowly bringing herself up behind her just as well. As Misha stands up, Kaoru raises her hand, signaling the Asaka Deathclaw, waiting for the perfect chance to go for it, and when she does... Misha slaps her arm away and watches as Kaoru overshoots her, grabbing her legs and sweeping her off her feet with a double leg takedown. Kaoru falls on her shoulders again, but uses that momentum to somehow pop back to her feet with a kip-up, delivering a lightning fast spinning back kick to the back of Misha's head! The Canadian collapses in a heap, and Kaoru goes for the cover!

Mel: VATS BLASTER!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-- NOOOOO!!! Misha twists her body abruptly and kicks out!

Mel: AND STILL NO DICE! HOW?! JUST... HOW??!

Kaoru seems not to believe what just happened, looking at the referee desperate for answers; the referee can only confirm it was but a two-count before Kaoru pounds the mat again, getting up to her feet and daring Misha to get up again. Misha, however, makes no effort to get up, forcing Kaoru to make her move. The Japanese wrestler grabs the Canadian by the arm, forcing her to stand up with difficulty, before throwing her to the ropes. And when Misha comes back...

WHAM!!!

Mel: QUEEN SLAYER!!! MISHA SCORES THE QUEEN SLAYER!!!

Dante: Stick a fork on her, this is OVER!!!

Kaoru's legs fly up as she's struck with the King Kong Lariat, and Misha falls on top of her for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Misha rolls away from Kaoru as her music plays, and smiles.

John: The winner of this match... MISHA LECAVALIER!!!

Mel: In. Freaking. Credible. Two of the best technicians in the game, and they proved why tonight. Misha LeCavalier squeaking a win tonight against Kaoru Asaka and... They were right, this one is gonna be talked about for a while.

Dante: A great deal of respect between the two of them, too. It's just so refreshing to see two wrestlers going after one another for the love of the sport. Two great performers, a great match, and Misha leaves with the W!




A New Home for the Dogs

The roving SVW cameras continue circulating backstage, and next we find one peering into the doorway of the locker room belonging to the Dogs of War. The entire squad is inside, including Zack with Nancy on his lap. Wendigo, Colby, and Conor are also there.

Zack: This whole draft thing has been making people a little paranoid at times, I think. I know teams are going to be drafted as one, but…..it’ll be strange to potentially see just one of you or or none potentially at the shows that aren’t Pay Per Views. It kinda feels like the Beatles breaking up a little, might just be me.

Conor nodded his head.

Conor: No guarantees right? Nothing at all that says we’ll get drafted as a team… I mean Cody or Kyle might only wanna see Nancy in action and see what she’s got and leave us three up on the board for the other to claim. Or you know, they may want a 6’6” Canadian Slab of muscle capable of using his brain and certainly gets an awful lot of female eyes drawn to him...which might help them with one particular demographic right the--OW!

He held the back of his head as Colby glared at him.

Conor: Only saying there is an upside to drafting me is all, should someone go ahead and break up one of the better tag teams in SVW. A team that’s really going places; that came literally just centimetres away from winning the SVW Tag Team Championships on more than one occasion; that would probably have a shot at those belts in their back pocket if it weren’t for Mr GQ smacking Big Bro upside the head with his drink. Twenty-Eighteen can only get brighter for us.

Nancy: You know, for once, he’s actually talking a lot of sense. As much as I wouldn’t fault any GM for taking me by myself; the Dogs 2.0 are a proven commodity. You know what you’re getting and you know that it’s a team trending upwards and getting better and better and better. One that could be a cornerstone you can build around.

Wendigo: Even if you two do get drafted together as a team, you could still see one of us drafted separately and left all alone on the other roster. If all of us get drafted. No-one’s actually guaranteed that.

He shrugged his shoulders and let a small smile appear on his face.

Wendigo: Given the amount of young talent on this roster you might find an experienced veteran free agent floating around and having to prove himself again; that they’ve still got something they can bring to the table apart from their name and a sense of nostalgia.

There was a roll of his eyes from Colby.

Colby: Kyle might buy what Freya’s selling when it comes to you, but Cody? No way. Too much of an eye for talent. You’ll get drafted. I’m just hoping I end up on the same show as Mickey…

Zack: I say we make a pact here and now. No matter what happens, the rest of us are just a phone call away. You guys didn’t come this far without each other, and whatever happens in the draft won’t change the fact if one or more of you need the other, we’ll come running.

Zack held out his hand amidst the group, his wife placing hers on top of his. Markus followed suit, as did Colby and Conor. The camera zoomed in on their stacked hands before we head to ringside.





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John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to the finish and is for... THE SEX & VIOLENCE WRESTLING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!

A synthetic bumping noise fills the arena as the house lights dim a little, quickly being replaced by rainbow-coloured strobe lighting. The bumping is replaced by a shaking, and a series of other noises as The Edge of Glory builds.

John: Introducing first at a combined weight of 287 pounds, they are, Erica Horton and Carys McFarlane, Queens of the Modern Age!

Finally, the lyrics hit and dry ice creeps up, coming about half an inch high. From the curtain steps first Erica, soon followed by Carys. The pair raise their arms to the crowd, acknowledging their cheers. They split, one to an edge of the stage, hyping the crowd. They meet in the middle, and begin their walk to the ring. Carys runs ahead while Erica walks, slapping hands with the fans. Carys makes the ring first, and sits on the ropes to let Erica in, who follows suit. The pair then take to corners, ascending the turnbuckles and posing in various forms before dropping down and meeting in their corner, discussing the match as The Edge of Glory fades out.

Dante: It is the hope of the Queens tonight to pitch a complete shutout. The Adrenaline championship. The Tag Team Championship. They want all the gold.

Melissa: Can they GET all the gold is the question starting right here and right now with Shaw and Harker!

The lights cut out and the Guitar riff/piano opening of Meat Loaf’s “Out Of The Frying Pan (And Into The Fire)” starts to play.

John: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome, at a combined weight of 299lbs accompanied to the ring by their manager, Kyle Kilmeade, the team of Charlotte Harker and Shaughnessy O’Neill, the SVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS….ONE WOMAN SHOW!!!

As the spotlight hits the middle of the stage, we find Charlotte and Shaw stood next to each other; Shaw in possession of both title belts - one around her waist and one over her shoulder. Though only for a moment as Shaw extends her arms off to the side, and handed her partner her title belt before she stepped to the side, sharing the spotlight and Charlotte held the title over her head. Charlotte dropped it to her shoulder and the pair began to move towards the ring. O’Neill took the lead, Harker, following her closely, as Shaw told the crowd they were looking at record breaking Tag Team Champions; that no one could dethrone them in a fair fight. As Kyle smirked at Shaw’s self promotion; O’Neill meanwhile, stayed focused on the ring, her hand gripping the title as though she had a death grip upon it. As they reached the ring, Harker climbed onto the ring apron and through the ropes as O’Neill rolled into the ring and kipped up to her feet, Harker stepped into the corner as her partner took center stage, revelling in the boos of the crowd. Finally Shaughnessy moved to her team’s corner and started talking to Charlotte regarding their strategy for the match to come, bumping fists as they come to agreement. Reluctantly the girls give up the title belts to the referee; Charlotte ordering him to make sure they’re well looked after.

Melissa: The Xcel Energy Center may get to watch the Show get dethroned before they even got to catch a breath and I am A-OK with that!

Dante: You and about everyone else here, Melissa but I sense that our future boss will be correcting our word choice about the Show and any of his other clients from hereon.

DING! DING! DING!

Roger Weatherby presides of the match as Carys waves her fingers and watches the opposite side to... The former Adrenaline champion of O’Neill. McFarlane rolls her eyes as Shaw informs Carys that as the GREATEST TAG TEAM WRESTLER WHO EVER LIVED AND A PROUD QUEBECOIS... Carys would be forgiven if she just lays down now and allows Shaw to pin her so that she can keep herself from the shame of losing to the greatest tag team wrestler who ever lived of course. The former SVW champion’s face faults into utter annoyance before looking back at Erica. Her sister only shrugs vaguely as if to say ‘this is what we signed up for’. When Carys turns back she catches a running dropkick to the knee before Shaw takes her head and hits a basement swinging neckbreaker before quickly dropping on top of Carys, hooking the leg as Weatherby slides into place!

OOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

KICKOUT!!

Carys quickly gets an arm up, putting the other hand on her neck but Shaw very quickly pushes Carys hand away from her own neck before working that part of her further by getting a side headlock wrench and works further on that neck. The Human Pinball’s eyes narrow as she tries to pull her head free, jerking at the fingers and yet Shaw will not let up in the slightest, holding that headlock as long as she can. McFarlane lets out a grunt and begins to try and raise up, sitting on her knees but the moment she gets up to a standing position, Shaw shoves her into the ropes and jumps on top of her with a Thesz press, letting off a couple punches of the head before standing Carys up and putting her in a neutral corner. She drives a knee into the cut of Carys, making her drop to all fours before Shaw stands over her from the second rope, kissing her fist and then coming down, dropping a fist into the back of Carys’s head and sending her to the mat before rolling her over and dropping on top of her again.

OOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

KICKOUT!!

Melissa: Shaw’s really doing her best to ground Carys here. I thought for a moment she would want to show Carys up since she’s always called herself The Human Pinball.

Dante: I suspect Melissa that if you ask Shaw, she’s showing up everyone at Rampage just by being here.

Again Carys kicks out and Shaw seems a smidgeon annoyed but not really putting any attention to McFarlane’s struggles, hooking her around by the neck before dragging her to the Show’s corner before she tags in Harker. O’Neill quickly scrambles McFarlane up on her shoulders before letting her come down into a european uppercut ala Charlotte Harker! The St. Paul crowd boos as Carys goes down with another nasty knocking to the head as Big Harker lifts Carys upward and biel throws her halfway across the ring. The moment she gets up she catches a running big boot that flattens her to the ground, causing her to roll onto the ground as her legs hunch up as she stares up at the light. Charlotte drops down to one knee and grabs Carys’ wrist before bending it back behind her in a hammerlock. She gets into position and is ready to deadlift Carys into a german suplex but halfway from the the lift Carys finds herself set up into a wheelbarrow position before she suddenly wraps her legs around Charlotte’s waist and flings forward... Before either woman knows it, Carys has ducked under Harker’s legs, sending her head forward into a wheelbarrow facebuster of her own! McFarlane scrambles upward and runs towards her corner, nodding to Erica as her sister tags herself in!

Melissa: Erica’s in and this may spell some freakin’ trouble for Harker... Not that anyone in the arena is going to complain!

Harker stands up on one knee just in time to eat a running shining wizard from Carys before Erica follows it up as Harker begins to stand up, only for Horton to spring off the ropes into a 720 DDT that spikes her head into the mat, sending her rolling and then dropping to the mat before Erica hooks the leg as Carys rolls out of the ring!

OOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

TTTTWWWWWOOO--!!

KICKOUT!!

Big Harker powers Erica up with a bench press like kickout, Charlotte grunting in pain from that DDT before forcing Erica to get some space as Charlotte nearly takes off her head with a european uppercut! Horton dodges... Matrix dodge to be exact before Harker sidesteps her only for Erica to catch her with a pele kick upside the head, forcing her to lean up against the ropes and her arms suddenly become tied up! She tries to get herself free as Shaw starts yelling at Weatherby that this is an illegal maneuver and why he isn’t say anything... Except Weatherby begins to point out to Shaw that it isn’t illegal if Harker wrapped herself up in the ropes even by accident. Erica isn’t about to complain however as she takes aim and superkicks Charlotte straight in the jaw... Before doing it again, and doing it again, and doing it one more time! Harker looks a little punch... Well, kick drunk as she stares  up at the lights while Erica smirks and takes aim once more... But now Shaw begins mouthing off to Erica saying that this sort of incapable wrestling is why Scotland wasn’t good enough for Global Wars... Yet again. Erica’s eyes narrow and she’s looking as though she’s considering superkicking Shaw next but that moment of hesitation lets Kyle hope onto the apron and frees Charlotte who discus forearms Erica inside out before walking towards Shaw, tagging her in. Carys and the rest of the crowd watch in a grimace as the Show lift Erica up...

...

Then bring her down back to the earth, head first, and the hard way. In that order.

Melissa: DOUBLE BRAINBUSTER FROM THE SHOW! There’s Shaw with the cover!

OOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

...

KICKOUT!!

Erica gets the shoulder up again, and Shaw looks down at her before heading towards the ropes and hopping over them. She lands on the apron and takes aim before bouncing upward and onto the top rope before she comes down with a big time knee drop from the springboard, dropping it on on Horton’s head and causing her to roll. Shaw catches her in a drop toe hold, throat on the ropes before dragging her back to the center of the ring, the toe hold still applied as she suddenly latches in a stepover toehold... But she doesn’t use anything else from there. No armbar, no facelock, no sleeper. She smiles wide, a poisonous smile as Horton looks confused for a moment only for O’Neill to stand back up and then fall to the side, jerking back the toehold and causing Erica agony as she tries to get free... Only for Shaw to stand up again and re-execute the stepover toehold again!

Dante: I’ve... Never seen anyone use a stepover toehold like this. Usually the maneuver is simply a transition or part of a larger submission but Shaughnessy is using this move repeatedly to separate Erica’s knee from her thigh!

Melissa: Erica needs to make a tag here and she needs to make one bad! She’s looking like she’s in a bad way and--

Shaw executes the maneuver again, causing Horton no end of pain as Shaw drops right beside her, but this time Horton catches her in the head with a right cross before hooking the side of her head with her bicep and smacking it against the mat, causing Shaw to roll around as Erica’s leg is free and she lays on her side, gritting her teeth as she looks forward to Carys, begging... Asking for a tag before looking back at Shaw, rubbing her head and looking at Harker. Both women begin to drag themselves towards their corners... Slowly but surely to their corners, the St. Paul crowd watched on both counts to see who would make the tag first with Weatherby watching on and looking at both teams... Seeing, waiting, expecting. Shaw got their first and made a sweeping motion but didn’t... Actually tag in Charlotte. Weatherby’s eyes went wide and he went to stop Charlotte as she wasn’t the legal wrestler, but then turned his head back around when he saw Carys getting the tag and running towards Charlotte! Harker gets caught with a flying roundhouse, followed by another, followed by another again, but neither the fans nor the Queens seem to realize that Shaw didn’t actually make the tag as Carys throws everything at Charlotte she can handle, a wicked forearm smash that sends Harker in the corner! Erica gets a tag! Horton is taking off from her corner, seeing Shaw is still getting her bearings before she runs, bounces off Carys’s back and crash lands on Charlotte before she drops down to the ground as they roll her over and Erica goes for the pin!

Melissa: POETRY IN MOTION! CARYS IS GOING FOR THE PIN AND... AND...


Crowd: OOONNNNNEEE!! TTTTWWWWWOOOOOOO!! TTTTTTHHHHHHRRRREEEEEEEE!!
...

Dante: ...And Weatherby is waving it off. He’s saying... No. He’s saying Shaw never actually tagged in Charlotte--

Melissa: RUNNING KNEE FROM SHAW!

Erica gets absolutely blasted across the side of the jaw with a running knee from Shaw, smiling wide and wickedly before she catches a nasty baseball slide between her legs from Carys, getting her ankle kicked in and then catching a shining wizard to the side of the head for her troubles, putting the match RIGHT back to where things were just a few moments ago and yet worse as Weatherby begins to tell Carys to get back in her corner! McFarlane grumbles about Weatherby not doing his job and waiting SO damn long to tell them that Shaw was not legal but he can so quickly jump on her for being in the ring at the wrong time. Her hands go up in frustration and she goes back into the corner but she begins telling, screaming at Weatherby to turn around. They continue arguing as Charlotte, rather than going to her corner as she should since she was never legal sees the downward layng Erica and forces her into a dragon sleeper as Shaw does her best Claire Black impression (mockingly) and does Claire’s 1-2-3-4-4-1 Combo as Erica collapes to the ground as Charlotte rolls out and Kyle applauds Shaw, “Better than Mayweather”.

Dante: We’ve seen this DRAGON SLEEPER KNOCKOUT COMBINATION before but... I don’t remember Shaw trying to imitate Claire before.

Melissa: I’m sure its in actuality the ‘Legendary Quebecois Boxing Style’ as made famous by David Lemieux and Shaw is just taking back what Claire stole or... Something.

OOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

TTTTHHHHHRRRREEEE--!!

...

KICKOUT!!

Erica gets the shoulder up again, and as you’d expect she don’t look too happy about this. She reaches down and grabs the blonde locks of Horton before forcing her on her knees. She runs towards the ropes and bumps off of them, coming back on the rebound looking to take her down execution style with a running knee... But Erica at the last moment catches Shaw whose eyes go wide as she gets dropped into a thrust spinebuster from out of nowhere by Horton. She seethes before toe-holding one of Shaw’s legs... and then toe-holding the other... She PUNCHES Shaw in the kidneys to force one arm up... Then the other before she falls backward and rocks the Quebec prodigy backward. The Queen rocks backward before lunging upward and suddenly Shaw finds herself staring at the lights in a surfboard stretch, her arms and legs stretched back as Erica continues wrenching, even through the pain of Shaw hitting repeated toe holds on her leg. Weatherby asks Shaw if she’s going to tap, but she shakes her head and refuses! Charlotte goes to run in but Weatherby holds her back... As Carys springboards and suddenly Shaw finds herself being pushed...

Melissa: OH MY!

...Into a springboard leg drop that comes down on her neck as Erica lets her go! Carys rolls back out of the ring as Horton releases O’Neill by the arms and rolls through, catching her in a reverse double leg cradle!

Dante: GUILLOTINE LEGDROP SURFBOARD COMBO AND THAT MIGHT BE IT FOR THE SHOW!

OOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

...

TTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

...

KICKOUT!!

Erica rolls around in frustration, in disbelief before she forces herself to stand before dropping down on her knees, one leg aching her. She eyes Carys who has her eyes on Charlotte and Charlotte has her own eyes on Carys, extending a hand to get the tag from Shaw. At both times both wrestlers get the tag in and Charlotte goes to the well for another running big boot but The Human Pinball is quicker, executing a running dropkick to the knee and catching her into an out and out split... She grimaces in pain and pushes herself up, only to get dropkicked in the back and left hang between the second and third ropes! Carys then takes one out of Jo’s book and hits Charlotte with an old 619, tiger feint kick, whatever you’d like to call it before springboarding upward! It isn’t to be however as Harker catches her...

...

Immediately sweeping Carys from a flying crossbody into the mother of all side slam backbreakers! The crowd boos as Erica gets ready to break up the pin but Kyle is there, grabbing her by the ankle!

Dante: CHARLOTTE’S CRUCIFIX!

OOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

...Erica kicks at him and he lets go as she rushes to break up the pin...

...

TTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

...A second too late.

DING! DING! DING!

John: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS... AND STILL SVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... CHARLOTTE HARKER, SHAUGHNESSY O’NEILL...! THE ONE WOMAN SHOW!

Dante: They did it. In one of the closest matches I’ve seen in sometime, The One Woman Show pulled it out and leave the Xcel tonight still your tag team champions, but Carys and Erica... They came close.

Melissa: Centimeters away Dante... It looks like for now, we still have the Show to deal with.

Kyle already has the tag championships as Shaw gets Harker out of the ring before they both roll out as Erica checks on her sister. Weatherby sighs and follows to the ramp to raise both of O’Neill and Harker’s arms, only for Kyle to shove him away and raise his team’s hand himself. Weatherby glares at Kyle only for Kilmeade to say ‘hey, hey... Do your job better and I won’t dock your pay’... Before smirking wide.

Back in the ring, Erica and Carys stare at the Show before the two Queens look at each other with the same expression... Before they turn right back to glaring at the Show.

We head away from there.






Ready for War

The next image we see is of...a box. Inside the box under the clear plastic, it’s quite obvious that the camera is showing an action figure. The shot pulls back to see the box is in the hands of Christian Kincaid, as he shows it to the woman the figure is designed to resemble.

Christian: How about that? Your new SVW action figure, what do you think?

The action figure is dressed in an orange and black attire, and has a lushful shoulder ornament made of feathers. There’s even a (creepy, if you think about it) option for heads -- one with the face entirely painted in red and black, and another with a clean face. Enough tips for you to figure out who we’re talking about?

Leona: Hahahahah, that’s adorable! I dig this! Just in time for Christmas, too!... It’s so weird to say that, looks like I’m a beggar for money. But yeah, action figures, great gifts for the little fans out there.

Christian: Not everyone gets their own action figure. Tends to be just special talents after all. I thought I’d show you it, and give you some good news beyond that.

Leona: I’m all for good news, you know that. But I thought this little Leona here was good news enough, haha!

Leona keeps staring at the box with the action figure version of herself there, waiting for CK’s further good news.

Christian: I’ve been talking with both of the General Managers about the draft coming up. And my little brother told me you were definitely on his list of talents he hoped to bring to Uprising. So if that goes through, I think that’s very very good news. And regardless of where I go and you go, I’ll still be behind you 100% and looking out for you.

Leona: Oh, that would be nice! I’m gonna love to work with Mr. Cody again!... Especially seeing as the alternative is… you know… Kyle.

Leona’s smile fades away at the thought.

Leona: Hopefully he’ll make a quick move to make sure I’m in the blue brand. But it’s good to know I’ll have your support regardless, Chris; means a lot to me.

Christian: Who knows! If we get put on the same show, what would you say to joining forces for a tag match with me? I’ll try not to slow you down too much.

He told her with a wink. Leona’s eyes glimmer with the idea.

Leona: Dang, I’d love to! We’d make quite the team! The aerial striker in a tandem with me would be one hell of an adventure! Sign me up for that!

Leona and CK then share a high five.

Christian: I also thought it might be a good idea to let the Adrenaline division know they have a refocused Leona on their hands. Without the Worthy running amok in it, I think there’s no better time than to see a certain girl in this room with her own action figure make a run. Any idea who I’m talking about?

He asked, looking around as though there were more than one.  Leona joins in the the joke, looking around and smirking.

Leona: I may have a clue. And if it is who I think it is…  The Adrenaline division had better be ready for WAR!

Christian: Attagirl!

With a very pleased trainer beside her, the show cuts back to ringside.





Title: Re: SVW Rampage - December 10, 2017
Post by: SVW Front Office on December 11, 2017, 02:49:42 pm
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John: The following contest is a Crimson masks match and it is for the SVW CHAOS CHAMPIONSHIP!

The entire arena is engulfed in light, as the titantron, headlights, basically every light and board in the arena turns white, and a distorted sound of a bell is heard, followed by the piercing sound of wind. Dry ice smoke fills up the aisle between the gorilla and the ring, and "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit starts playing. In from the back comes the Ultraviolence Champion, Destiny Campbell, her head hanging low, letting her hair cover her face, as she makes her way down the entrance ramp. She slowly walks her way to the ring showing absolutely no emotion other than sadism and pleasure, seemingly uninterested in the audience's reaction to her presence... Which is silence.

John: Introducing first... From the Beyond... DESTINY CAMPBELL!

As she reaches the ring apron, she slowly crawls into the ring, and does her usual preparation ritual, as she takes off her gloves and her hoodie, and then goes to her knees and opens her arms wide, looking to the sky as if she were talking to the heavens. The lights and screens slowly come back one by one as a smile creeps up her face, joined by a mad chuckle. She then looks directly into her opponent's eyes/the entrance aisle with a hungry, empty stare, and slowly brings herself to her feet, before letting her arms fall.

Melissa: Destiny and Marla have met on several occasions now, Fearless, Extreme Prejudice but tonight is the first time with a Championship on the line.

Dante: It’s fitting that they are fighting for the Chaos Championship, it has been nothing but Chaos between these two for some months now.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...
Some say the end is near... Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon.
Certainly hope we will... I sure could a vacation from this...
Bull--Shit---Three--Ring--Circus--Side--Show--Of...”


The Dread Wolf emerges from the curtains and begins to walk down the ramp with eyes peeled. Hanging from her mouth is an end of the championship belt in her possession as she grins darkly. Suddenly the arena goes pitch black on her. A six-eyed wolf’s head appears slowly on the video wall before the eyes begin to pulse yellow to the song as the music continues to play. The announcer finally pipes up in the middle of the song.

John: From Sydney, Australia... She is The Dread Wolf and your SVW CHAOS CHAMPION...!! THIS IS MARLA LEE!

“FREAKS HERE IN THIS HOPELESS FUCKING HOLE WE CALL L.A.!
THE ONLY WAY TO FIX IT IS TO FLUSH IT ALL AWAY!
ANY FUCKING TIME, ANY FUCKING DAY!
LEARN TO SWIM, SEE YOU DOWN IN ARIZONA BAY!”


The wolf on the screen opens its mouth and roars silently as the lights return to the arena, with Marla suddenly perched on a turnbuckle corner, looking somewhat like an overgrown wolf made human herself with the way she’s positioned, title belt still hanging from her teeth. Marla removes it before she jumps down, ready for the match.

Melissa: Marla recently put Nyx through a table, but tonight she has a date with Destiny and she’s going to need to leave her bleeding if she wants to retain her championship.

Dante: That pun was terrible…. But it’s true, no pinfalls, no submissions, just leave your opponent a bloody mess.

Referee Angela Rocca accepts the belt from Marla and shows it to both competitors before holding it above her head to show the crowd. She hands it off to John as he makes his exit from the ring. After briefly explaining the rules again to both Marla and Destiny, Rocca calls for the bell to get the match underway. Both women take off like they are under starters orders and meet in the middle of ring. Destiny gets the upper hand of the confrontation with forearm across the Champion’s jaw which sends her head to the side, but doesn’t shake her balance. Marla looks defiant as she stares at the challenger, before suddenly jumping at her and knocking her to the canvas to unload with a rapid fire succession of rights into the side of Destiny’s head.

Dante: Neither of these women are hanging around, with the history between them, they both know just how tough the other one is.

Melissa: With a match like this, they know that they are going to need to try and get as many shots to the face as possible to try and make the other bleed.

Destiny shoves the Champion off of her with force, and as Marla tries to get her bearings, Destiny powers to her feet and pulls Marla up with her. The challenger straight away starts to unload stiff rights of her own into Marla’s head, ending the sequence with an uppercut that almost takes Marla off of her feet. Before the Champion can recover her bearings, Destiny grabs her by the head and starts to fire her elbow into the back of Marla’s head repeatedly. After ten in a row, she fires the Dread Wolf across into the corner where she hits face first with a thud.

Melissa: Destiny is taking full control of this match now, and she is trying whatever she can to keep it that way.

Dante: Those elbows from Destiny look vicious but they’re not going to be much good in a Crimson Masks match. It’s hard to make someone’s face bleed by hitting the back of their head.

Campbell follows the Champion in and grabs her by the back of her head to start ramming her face into the middle turnbuckle repeatedly. As soon as the challenger releases her, Marla starts staggering out backwards and turns around, only to be met with a roundhouse kick to the jaw that drops her like a rock. Without a pause, Destiny pulls Marla back up to her feet and fires her into the opposite corner to where she was previously. Marla manages to twist herself so that she hits shoulder first and crumbles to the canvas with a groan. The Champion grabs hold of the ropes and starts to pull herself up but before she can get very far, Destiny comes at her with a big boot that squashes her head against the turnbuckle. As Marla starts to fall, Destiny forces her throat against the bottom rope and holds her in place until she is gasping for air.

Dante: Destiny doesn’t even look like she’s trying to make the Champion bleed at the moment, since you can’t bleed from choking!

Melissa: She more looks like she is just having some fun, she knows the only way this match can end is by blood so anything else is just decoration really.

Pulling her back up to her feet again, Destiny goes to fires the Champion into the opposite ropes. Rather than rebounding off, Marla quickly grabs hold of the top rope to stop herself, earning a massive pop from the Minnesota crowd.

Melissa: Marla saves herself and makes this live crowd extremely happy in the process! The tide could be about to change into her favour.

The challenger takes off towards Marla again, as the Champion tries to regain her composure and her bearings. As Destiny reaches her, Marla quickly drops to the canvas and rolls out of the way, causing Destiny to hit the ropes face one. She bounces off backwards and straight into a big boot to the back from Marla, which sends her straight back into the ropes again. She rebounds off for a second time and this time Marla is waiting to catch her and spin her around, before delivering a facebuster that sends Destiny to the canvas holding her face. 

Dante: Now, that’s the kind of thing you need to do to try and win a match like this.

Melissa: The clue is in the name really, a facebuster has a better chance of getting the job done than choking someone against the ropes does.

Marla drags Campbell back to her feet and fires her roughly into the corner. She follows her in and starts to deliver rapid fire, knife edge chops, one after another. By the time she has reached five, Destiny’s chest is already starting to redden. The Champion delivers another five, before cracking the challenger across the face with a nasty elbow. She then drags her back out of the corner to use a hip toss to put her down on the canvas. While Destiny is down, Marla starts to quietly circle around her body like a scavenger. She stomps down on her shoulders first, then her wrists, then her hands, her ankles, and her ribs. Each stomp slow but brutal until she finishes the sequence with a vicious stomp to Destiny’s face.

Melissa: Marla calls that TAMING OF THE SHREW and it certainly seems to be taming Destiny, at least for the moment.

Dante: I have a feeling the effect won’t last long, she is already starting to stir!

Destiny starts squirming on the mat, and holding her face as Rocca drops down beside her to check for any sign of blood. Standing back up again, the referee shakes her head at Marla and the crowd respond with a massive boo that echoes around the arena. Undeterred, the Champion pulls Campbell back to her feet and begins to unload forearms into the side of her head, pushing her back into the corner again. As soon as she is in, Marla pulls her straight back out again and whips her into the opposite corner face first. Destiny hits the turnbuckle face first at speed, and Marla follows her in. Spinning her back around to face her, Marla starts to unload another furious torrent of forearms until Destiny throws up her hands to protect her face and head.

Dante: Destiny is doing the smart thing and trying to protect her face. That is the top of the agenda for both women in this match.

Melissa: It isn’t stopping Marla though, she looks like a woman possessed as she is delivering those blows.

Lee doesn't slow her attack, instead she moves her aim and starts raining down blows on to the challengers back until she drops down to her knees on the mat. Marla turns and takes off towards the opposite corner, before coming back at speed with a running knee to Destiny’s face that almost takes her head off of her shoulders. Campbell let's out an almost primal scream before powering to her feet, grabbing Marla, lifting her up off her feet and tossing her straight over the top rope.

Melissa: Woah! Destiny just went Incredible Hulk and threw Marla out of the ring like she was tossing out yesterday’s trash.

Dante: Let’s just hope that she didn’t land face first on the floor!

Marla lands in a heap on the floor, and Destiny leans against the ropes, taking the brief respite to pull herself together under heavy animosity from the crowd. She ignores them all completely and takes a few deep breaths to gather herself. As the challenger spots Marla starting to pull herself up to a seated position on the floor, Destiny drops down and rolls under the bottom rope, pulling herself up to her feet on the apron. She steadies herself, and measures the Champion before landing double knees into her chest to send her straight back down again. 

Dante: That’s a guaranteed way to knock the air out of someone’s lungs. But it’s still not going to win this match.

Melissa: For anyone just tuning in… where have you been?! And just a reminder that there are no pinfalls or submissions in the match. The only way to win is to leave your opponent with a bloody face, before they can do the same to you.

Grabbing her by the head, Campbell starts to bang Marla’s head against the arena floor like a basketball. She continues that for a count of ten and then drags her to her feet to shoot her across to the barricade. Marla hits chest first, and Destiny chases after her. As she reaches her she grabs the back of Marla’s hair, but is taken by surprise as Marla kicks out behind her, catching the challenger in the knee, which forces her down to the opposite knee. Marla spins around and starts laying kicks into Destiny’s side, until Destiny catches hold of her foot and yanks it towards, pulling the Champion forcibly off her feet. Marla falls and hits her head against the barricade, before bouncing up again slightly off the floor. Destiny gets back to her feet and stomps down on Marla’s chest before pulling her up and firing her face first towards the steel steps. Marla manages to raise her hands to her face before she hits the steps, so that her hands get the brunt of the impact.

Dante: Quick thinking there from Marla may have just saved her from a bloody face and retained her Championship a little longer.

While Marla stays bent over the stops, Destiny picks up a steel chair and without hesitation brings it down heavily over the Champion’s back. She brings it down fast and furiously, again and again and again, until she tosses it to the side of her. Pulling Marla from the steps she drags her to the chair and lifts her up, then uses a snap suplex to send her to the floor.

Melissa: Marla missed that chair by millimetres! But I’m sure it will be little comfort to her, getting suplexed onto the floor isn’t too much better.

Destiny gets up and stamps her foot in frustration, before pulling Marla back up. She tries to lift her up into position a second time, but Marla starts struggling and hitting any part of Destiny that she can reach. Reluctantly the challenger drops Marla back to her feet, and the two start trading a volley of furious blows. Destiny tries again to lift Marla up, but before she can the Champion kicks her in the gut and grabs her head to use a DDT to drop her like a rock.

Dante: DDT from Marla, and Destiny’s landed on the char! Has that done it? Destiny is still down so we can’t see just yet but the referee is going to check on her now.

Melissa: I have a sense of Deja Vu here. DDT’s onto chairs is starting to become a theme with these two women.

Rocca comes down to check on Destiny as she starts pulling herself up, covering her face. The referee asks her to move her hands and she doesn’t at first. Slowly she starts to lower her hands, and an immediate cheer erupts from the crowd as blood drips onto the arena floor. Destiny starts screaming incoherently and shouting at the empty space beside her, as Rocca calls for the bell.

John: Your winner and still SVW CHAOS CHAMPION…………………...MARLA LEE!

Melissa: After a brutal match, Marla has managed to retain her title and leave Destiny with a face full of blood!

Marla accepts the title back from Rocca and holds it above her head with one hand, as Rocca raises the other. As Marla makes her way slowly up the ramp, obviously in pain, the camera shows the bloody face of Destiny Campbell before cutting elsewhere.






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John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish!!

Melissa: I think Sunny may have started a fight she isn’t going to be able to finish tonight, and that’s what we are about to find out.

Dante: I wouldn’t count her out so quickly, but she’s definitely going to face her stiffest challenge outside the Adrenaline division.

The lights dim, and the opening drums of “Coward” ring out over the speakers. As the heavy guitars hit, the floor lights come up slightly and tint everything with a bluish hue as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage. He pauses there a moment, head bowed before he looks up, throwing the hood on his vest back and looking out at the crowd before stalking down toward the ring with purpose, only pausing to slap hands with a few fans here and there before making his way to ringside. He pauses momentarily before climbing onto the apron, kneeling there momentarily with his hand on the top rope, head bowed as he takes a quiet moment to hype himself up before he climbs into the ring, immediately heading to mount the middle turnbuckle in the nearest corner. He takes in the scene a moment longer before throwing a single fist in the air to an eruption of cheers. He nods, the hint of a smirk playing across his face before he climbs down, rubbing his hands together and cracking his neck before heading to his corner to await the start of the match.

John: Introducing at this time...From Los Angeles, California...standing six feet, three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two-hundred-forty pounds...SHAAAAAAAAANE ATWATER!

Melissa: Shane Atwater is one of the absolute best in the world today, and he’s proven it time and again since joining SVW. I’m not sure he’s faced someone quite like Sunny though.

Dante: I’m sure he’s faced speed-based wrestlers before, but likely not one who has a cult of personality around her in the Worthy.

The lights shut off almost entirely aside from a single spotlight at the entrance way. Qilin, the goth lolita, walks out with a mask in her hands. Qilin looks and giggles, kissing the forehead of the mask before raising it above her head and tossing it to the ground. As soon as it hits the ground the entire ramp is filled with fog and the arena goes quiet for a moment, Qilin completely obscured.

“Oh my god
Please help me, knee deep in the river tryin' to get clean
He says wash your hands, get out the stains
But you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay
Yeah you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay, sayin'
Come on!”


The roar with boos as the fog clears and standing next to Qilin is a masked woman, clad in gold, black and red, those crimson lips curl and she points at the ring.  Making their way down QIlin hands pamphlets to anyone who would take one.

John: Hailing from, Yeongdeungpo District, South Korea this is the Game Changer....Sunny Kyoun!

Slowly she, alongside Qilin, slowly make it to the ring as smoke billows down the walkway to the ring. Qilin climbs up onto the apron and holds the ropes for her masked leader. Sunny quickly slips through the ropes and glares around as smoke surrounds the ring. Qilin helps Sunny remove the entrance attire before slipping out of ring. Sunny stares off, waiting, plotting.

Melissa: It’s been extremely clear that Sunny has now set her sights on the Defiance Championship, and she’s earmarked Shane as her way into it.

Dante: This might not have been necessary since she defeated the #1 contender on our last show. But man, if she can knock off Shane too….

As John left the ring, Rudy Palmer looked from one competitor to another before calling for the bell and watched as Shane swung his arms to limber up a little more as he stepped forward to the middle of the ring. Sunny watched him carefully for a couple of moments before she began to move towards him and snapped off three kicks into his leg before she aimed one at his hip that Shane caught. Kyoun hopped on one foot for a moment before she left her feet to deliver an enzuigiri to the side of his head that knocked him down to one knee.

Dante: Here’s where Shane is going to be at a disadvantage. He’s not going to be able to match Sunny’s speed, and those feet just made that point for me.

Melissa: That’s always been Sunny’s biggest advantage in every match. I’m not sure there’s anyone in SVW as fast as her, with Defy being a close second maybe.

As he started to push back up to his feet, the former Adrenaline Champion ran the ropes, bouncing off them and coming back to catch him with a jumping butt check that forced him to stagger backwards as she landed on her feet only to launch herself upwards into a jumping spin kick that connected with his jaw. Again the blow forced Shane backwards as his opponent continued to come forward, firing off a roundhouse kick that snapped his head to the side on impact, dropping him to a knee once more. Sunny delivered a side kick into his chest, followed by one to his gut as he rose, the woman pivoting again into a thrust kick into his stomach as he tried to cover up that saw him double up, allowing Sunny to deliver a snap DDT before she made the cover.

One…

Melissa: Wishful thinking on Sunny’s part right there. No way has she done enough to put Shane out for a three count. That was barely a one.

Shane kicked out and rolled to his hands and knees, pushing quickly up to his feet only for Sunny to unload with another barrage of kicks to his jaw and chest only to find her leg suddenly caught by the submission expert who used his grip on the limb to throw her down to the mat. Kyoun tried to rise back to her feet quickly only to receive a forearm to her jaw, followed by a second and a third before he grabbed hold of her wrist to send her into the ropes. Shane immediately took off after her and a moment after she bounced off the ropes he tagged her jaw with a running European uppercut that sent her falling backwards, tumbling through the ropes to land on the apron. Quickly Sunny pulled herself back to her feet only for Shane to grab her hand, hoist her upwards and snap off a suplex to bring her back into the ring.

Dante: Just like we mentioned with Sunny, this is where Shane excels and has few equals. His ground game is second to none in this sport.

Melissa: On the mat is the last place anyone wants to be facing Shane, because he is absolutely lethal.

Sunny sat up and quickly came to her feet only for Shane to grab hold of her hand as he locked in an armwringer that he accompanied with a closed fist right hand delivered like a club into her shoulder. A second clubbing blow followed the first before he twisted her arm around in her socket once more and delivered another clubbing blow to her shoulder. For a moment Sunny dropped down to one knee, coming straight back up to both feet and looked to gain her freedom by putting her free hand in his jaw, trying to push him back to the ropes only for Shane to apply more pressure in the hold that saw Sunny grab hold of her shoulder. Sunny shook her head and flipped forward to ease the tension in the hold but as she came to her feet, Shane transitioned out of the arm wringer and into a side Russian leg sweep that saw Sunny hit the mat. Immediately Atwater rolled on top of her and looked to lock in a figure four armlock only for Sunny to fight him off with a series of elbows and knees into his body.

Dante: Sunny knows Shane’s tendencies very well, and she knew that arm lock was going to be nothing good for her. I’ll give her full credit for knowing her opponent as well as anyone.

The former Defiance Champion rolled away and came to his feet as Sunny did likewise. The pair circled for a moment before moving towards one another, Atwater looking to lock up with his opponent but was sent to the mat with a Japanese armdrag from Sunny who kipped up to her feet and charged towards the rising Shane, driving both of her boots into his chest with a double foot dropkick that caused him to fall backwards through the ropes and to the outside. Quickly Sunny stepped out onto the apron, Palmer trying to her to come back into the ring only for Kyoun to launch herself at her rising foe, striking him down with a spinning wheel kick. Sunny moved away around the ring as Shane began to push up to his feet, getting them underneath him before the Korean wrestler took off once more, leaping onto the ring steps and from there onto his shoulders before she snapped off a hurricanrana that sent him crashing into the steel of the ring steps. The referee leaned through the ropes, ordering Sunny to get back into the ring only to get ignored as she backed up, watching and waiting for Shane to get to his feet before she came forward quickly, grabbing his head as she slammed him face first into the steel once more with a one handed bulldog.

Dante: While it may not be the cleanest way to get an advantage, there is a certain level of intelligence in using anything you can to make your job easier.

Melissa: Are you seriously condoning what Sunny is doing? The match is supposed to be in the ring, Dante!

Sunny rolled back into the ring, getting booed by the crowd and reprimanded by the referee as Shane began to push away from the steps only for Qilin to sneak up behind him and raked her sharp pointed metal claws down his back, leaving long scratch marks all the way from his shoulders to his waist. Qilin started to do it again only for him to turn around to face the herald of the Mistress of Adversity who started to quickly back away from him as he started to advance on her. As he did so, Sunny darted across the ring and threw herself into a handspring moonsault that cleared the top rope and landed on top of the submission specialist knocking him back to the floor. The referee once more ordered Sunny to bring the action back inside the ring and she obliged as she pulled Shane up to his feet and rolled him into the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Melissa: Sunny’s getting all kinds of elevation, and really clobbering Shane here on the outside. Now...she’s getting it back into the ring.

Dante: Of course, she still wants to win the match obviously. Pinning Atwater is way more impressive than just letting him get counted out.

Atwater rolled onto his hands and knees and started to rise to his feet as Sunny re-entered the ring, advanced on her opponent and took him down with a dropdown neckbreaker. Quickly the Korean came back to her feet and delivered an elbow drop into his chest before she kipped back to her feet and delivered a second and then a third elbow drop. Shane rolled away from her following the third elbow drop and tried to push up to his feet only making as far as his knees before Sunny bounced off the ring ropes and crashed a knee trembler into his jaw that sent him down to the canvas. The former Adrenaline Champion ran to the ropes once more, bouncing off them and delivered a leg drop across his chest before she hooked his leg and made the cover.

One…

Two…

...TH-

Melissa: Nice cover, but not enough for the former Defiance Champion. Sunny has controlled most of this match, and I’m a little surprised by that.

Dante: I’m not. Sunny’s no doubt had plenty of time to study this guy, and it doesn’t surprise me that she’s worked out a strategy that has been paying off gangbusters so far.

Shane kicked out of the pinfall and rolled to the side, propping himself up on his elbow and holding his jaw with the other hand before he pushed himself upwards. Sunny was waiting for him, letting the submission specialist get to his feet before she caught him in the midriff with two short knees and whipped him into the corner. As the former Defiance Champion hit the turnbuckles back first, Sunny took off towards him into a corner clothesline before she stepped back and fired off a flurry of kicks into his body, her feet flying quickly to land multiple strikes as the referee asked her to let him out of the corner and started the count. As Palmer got to four, Sunny delivered one final kick to his gut before she spun around and caught him with a spinning back fist to the jaw. The Los Angelino held his jaw once more as he started to stumble out of the corner and Sunny used the ropes to springboard into a neckbreaker before she made the cover again and hooked his legs.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Dante: Still not enough for Sunny. She’s gonna have to knock him out to win this, she’s not gonna catch him off a neckbreaker.

Rolling the shoulder, Shane broke up the count and the official showed the two to Sunny who stared blankly at him before she pulled her opponent up to his feet and Irish whipped him across the ring into the opposite corner. The Californian hung in the corner with his arms over the top ropes. The South Korean Superstar took a moment to measure him up before she charged towards him and into a handspring back elbow that saw her collide back first with the turnbuckle pads as Shane saw her coming and darted out of the way, spinning around to face her and jerked her out of the corner into a snap Belly to Belly suplex. Sunny landed on her back and rolled over to her front before she pushed to her knees and received a running boot to the jaw that caused her to sway back on her heels. Atwater taking hold of her arm as he locked in an arm wringer that he used to pull her to her feet only to snap it downwards, jerking her off balance and causing her to crash shoulder first into the mat.

Melissa: That’ll tear your shoulder out of the socket right there, and Shane’s starting to find his groove here.

Sunny quickly tried to push up, getting to her hands and knees only for Shane to stomp down fiercely on the shoulder he had been working over, forcing her back to the mat. The Leader of the Worthy pushed back up to all fours and this time Shane stooped to grab hold of her wrist, extending her arm before dropping a leg across her upper arm, driving her back down into the canvas where he tried to bend her arm into another submission hold but in the moment before he could re-affirm his grip on Sunny’s wrist she jerked her arm away from him. Kyoun rolled away and came to her feet as Atwater shook his head and also rose and went straight after his opponent who was near the ropes and tried to fend him off with kicks to his leg.

Dante: Sunny’s reverting back to those kicks, and I don’t blame her in the slightest either. She doesn’t want to let Shane get ahold of that arm again.

Melissa: The speed she has is just amazing to me, you’d think we were watching this match in fast forward.

The blows only saw the American grimace in pain that he ignored as he stepped forward regardless and caught her on the point of the jaw with a European uppercut that sent Kyoun reeling into the ropes. As she bounced off them he caught her with another European uppercut that again sent her into the ropes and this time he delivered a thrust kick into her stomach. Sunny bent forward and Atwater caught her arms before he sent her flying back towards the middle of the ring with a double underhook suplex. Sunny sat up after she landed, holding her back in pain, as Shane rolled onto his front pushing up and dove forward to deliver a forearm smash into the back of her head. Instantly Kyoun rolled onto her side, holding the back of her head and kicking her feet in pain before she rolled onto all four where Shane took hold of the arm he had been working over and flipped her over into a cross armbreaker. His opponent tried to block the move by locking her fingers, simultaneously attempting to pull away from him, which only prompted the Californian to drive his calf downwards into her face as he yanked on her arm and finally straightened it out as he applied the hold tightly; Sunny’s eyes going wide as pain immediately shot through her shoulder.

Melissa: This is exactly what Sunny needed to avoid! Shane’s gonna take that arm home to California with him if he gets a chance.

Dante: You can see on her face that Sunny realizes she’s in trouble too. Those eyes are as wide as saucers.

Palmer asked Sunny if she wanted to quit, getting a ‘No’ from the woman as she kicked her feet and reached for the ropes, finding them out of reach before she began to claw her way across the canvas. The referee asked again as Sunny let out a pained cry and once more shook her head as she still fought to drag both her and her two hundred and forty pound opponent towards the ropes. Shane pulled back further on the arm causing another loud cry of pain to come from the South Korean wrestler who still refused to quit, even though her hand wavered over the canvas. The former Adrenaline Champion shook her head and rolled into the hold pushing up and forcing herself to take a step to the side before she fell back down to the canvas with a loud cry of agony and this time just managed to grab hold of the bottom rope. Palmer called for the break and was forced to use his count, getting to four before the submission specialist released his hold on her arm and the woman cradled it against her body.

Dante: Sunny finally managed to make it to the ropes, but you can bet she’s not feeling like she’s gotten any reprieve. Look how she’s clutching her arm.

Melissa: She may not have much use of that arm for the rest of this match, and it’s only going to get worse if Shane gets hold of it again.

The former Defiance Champion didn’t give Sunny any chance to recuperate as he immediately moved back towards her and pulled her up to her feet and straight into a German suplex that he rolled into a second and then a third before he hauled her up to her feet and into a fourth, releasing her as he delivered it. Sunny rolled away, holding her back in pain following the series of suplexes then slowly started to rise, only making it as far as her knees before she fell victim to a running knee trembler from her opponent. As Shane’s knee connected with her jaw the former Adrenaline Champion rocked backwards before collapsing forward to faceplant on the canvas. The Los Angeles native stared down at her for a second before he moved to her feet and locked in a stepover toehold facelock, fingers interlocked underneath her chin and pulling backwards on her chin.

Melissa: Another one of Shane’s favorite moves is this STF, and now Sunny’s back to where she was….in the wrong position courtesy of Shane.

Palmer asked her once more if he wanted to quit and got another refusal thanks to a shake of the head from Sunny as she pulled at Shane’s hands, trying to pull them away from her face but getting little movement. Again the referee asked if she wanted to quit and got another refusal as Sunny tried to squirm in his grasp, pulling again at his arms and hands in an attempt to loosen his grip only to see his hands slide upwards to cover her mouth. The referee asked once more if she wanted to quit and Sunny bit down on his fingers getting her the break as Shane yanked his hand away and rolled to the side, coming to his feet.

Dante: I was thinking that might be the easiest way out of that submission, and clearly so was Sunny. If we ever need Sunny’s dental records, we’ll have Shane’s finger.

He shook out his hand, looking down at the bite mark and not finding blood before he advanced towards Sunny, pulling her upwards by the head only for the South Korean wrestler to knock his arms away from her head and deliver a palm strike to his jaw. Shane stepped back and Sunny delivered a second palm thrust to his chin forcing him back another half step before she stepped forward and drove both of her palms into his gut with the Hadoken that doubled him over. Sunny took a couple of deep breaths then set off across the ring, hitting the ropes and came back towards her opponent just as he was recovered enough to straighten up and took a page from David Cyclone’s playbook as she scythed him down to the canvas with the Gut Check spear.

Melissa: There’s the GUT CHECK, a la David Cyclone, who we’ll see later tonight. On top of his ribs hurting, Shane may be having flashbacks to all the fights he had with Cyclone.

Dante: That may be the last person I want to remind him of if I’m in the ring with him.

Rolling away, Sunny lay on the mat, holding her shoulder as she tried to recover before she forced herself to rise to her feet before Atwater was able to get vertical. Again she darted to the ropes, this time jumping onto the middle rope and into a springboard hurricanrana that sent him sprawling to the mat once more. Sunny rolled through to her feet and advanced on Shane as he began to rise; the Californian making it as far as his knees before Sunny was upon him and laying into his back with stiff kicks to his spine and neck area - each thwack of impact being heard clearly throughout the arena. The former Defiance Champion continued to push upright regardless only to get a roundhouse kick delivered to the back of his head that saw him stumble forward before Sunny kicked his legs out from under him causing him to crash to the mat. The Game Changer waved him upwards, getting her wish granted before she pounced on him, grabbing his head from behind and delivered a reverse DDT planting him on the mat. Sunny rolled away into the corner after delivering the move where she used the ropes to pull herself back to her feet and from there scaled the turnbuckles to the top, looking over her shoulder before she flew, flipping backwards and connected with a moonsault. As soon as she landed, Sunny fell on top of him and hooked his leg with her arm.

One…

Two…

...THRE--

Melissa: A gorgeous moonsault, but still not enough to keep Shane down for three! But boy, was it close that time!

With barely a heartbeat to spare, Atwater rolled his shoulder, breaking up the pinfall. Palmer showed her the two count as the South Korean glared at him, causing the official to confirm the two count once more and this time getting the most cursory of nods from the Game Changer. Rising to her feet the former Adrenaline Champion retreated across the ring and waited for Shane to come to his feet. As he started to get vertical, Sunny tapped her hand against her leg causing the crowd to boo her louder and louder before she took off towards Shane and with a little hop beforehand she delivered a Kick Super that jacked his jaw. Atwater staggered two steps on spaghetti legs following the impact then fell backwards to the canvas like a felled tree and Sunny dove on top of him, hooking his leg as she did so.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dante: Shane got the rope, and he couldn’t have waited a nanosecond longer to do it too. Sunny has really taken a lot out of him.

Before the three count could be completed by the referee, Atwater’s outstretched hand reached up and grabbed the bottom rope. Palmer immediately waved off his three count, showing the two to Sunny who looked at him in disbelief for a second, taking a deep breath before a tranquil look fell across her face and she nodded her head at the official. Grabbing Atwater by the hand she came to her feet, pulling him away from the ring ropes and yanking him up onto his knees before she backed away. The submissionist looked glassy eyed as he sat on his heels for a couple of moments, using one hand on the mat for balance before he started to rise. His opponent watched, measuring him up and as he got into position she sprinted forward and left her feet for the Alakazam shining Axe Kick to the head...and got air as Atwater jerked his head backwards and forced his way to his feet.

Melissa: ALAKAZAM….and a miss! Shane avoided the contact!

Dante: That doesn’t happen often either!

Sunny landed, turned and with a little hop forward went for a second Kick Super aimed at his jaw again only for Atwater to get his hands up, taking the full force of the blow on his arms which staggered him and caused him to fall back to the ropes which seemed to be the only thing keeping him upright. Kyoun advanced on him quickly and leapt towards the ropes only for Shane to step forward at the last moment, catching her with a forearm to the gut. Sunny landed on her feet but a second later found herself hoisted vertically into the air before she was dropped to the mat with the Schism sheer drop Falcon Arrow. As the pair landed on the mat, Shane lay back breathing deeply and trying to clear his head before he pulled himself upright as Sunny started to stir, forcing himself back to a vertical base before her and drove a foot into her gut before he he lifted her upwards into rolling fisherman’s suplexes, finishing the combination with a sitout spinebuster. As he completed The Whale & The Wasp he stayed in position, holding Sunny’s legs for the cover.

Melissa: WHALE AND THE WASP!! Shane….going for a pinfall here!

One…

Two…

...THRE----

Dante: And it didn’t work! That tells you how much he’s been worn down, because Atwater always looks for submissions!

With Palmer’s hand on the way down, Sunny rolled her shoulder to stop the three count. As Palmer confirmed the two count Shane looked over at the Gamer Changer before asking the official once more to confirm it was just a two and getting the confirmation. Shane ran a hand over his face, holding his jaw for a moment before he rolled onto his hands and knees, slowly making it back to his feet and giving a sign to the crowd by pointing to his opponent and making a tapping motion as she rose. As soon as Sunny got her feet underneath her he grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked her towards him, lowering his shoulder and lifting her upwards and slamming her down with the Parabola wrist clutch Olympic slam. As soon as they both landed, Shane floated over and - with expert precision - tightly applied The Crucible in a flash, trapping her arm as he pulled back on her head with a crossface.

Melissa: Uh oh, there it is! That’s THE CRUCIBLE!! Sunny’s in MAJOR trouble now!!

Dante: And he isn’t going to let go for anything either! Sunny’s been snared!

Sunny screamed out in pain almost immediately and used her free arm to reach for the ring ropes that were just out of reach no matter how far she stretched. Her hand moved to his and she tried to push them away from her chin; to prise them away from her face only to find her opponent’s grip vice like. She let out another agonised cry but still refused to submit as the referee asked her the question and began trying to drag them closer to the ropes. The former Defiance Champion responded by pulling back further in the hold, applying more pressure to her that caused her to cry out again, her hand wavered over the mat; Palmer’s attention fully devoted to it as Sunny looked to be moments away from tapping.

Melissa: She’s gonna tap, Dante! Sunny’s caught, and she’s got no other choice now!

Dante: She’s definitely thinking about it! I don’t see how she’s been able to stay in it this long!

But she didn’t, her hand still hovering over the canvas when the hold was suddenly broken thanks to Qilin sliding into the ring and from behind using the metal talons that she wore to claw at his face and around his eyes, forcing him to defend himself before he finally caught Qilin’s arm and jerked her forward into a fujiwara armbar. It was only applied for a second before Arisu Mitsuhide drove a boot into his kidneys, followed by a second as she was joined by Fuma; the married couple driving stiff kicks into his body.

Melissa: OF COURSE! We should have known!

John: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, by way of Disqualification… SHANE ATWATER!!!

Dante: Sunny rarely fights a match alone, she’s always got the Worthy waiting in the wings!

Blood & Flames jerked him up to his feet, Fuma shoving the referee away as they sent Shane into the corner and both followed him in, alternately delivering vicious punches and kicks into the man’s body as Kanna and Gouken joined them in the ring, Fuma and Danielle completing their assault in the corner with a spinning backfist followed by a roundhouse kick. Shane started to drop down to a sitting position in the corner only for Fuma and Arisu to pull him back to his feet and threw him towards the Haroshi’s; Kanna driving a straight hand into his jaw that knocked him down to the mat. Qilin checked on Sunny helping her to her feet as Gouken pulled Shane up off the canvas and into a powerbomb position, holding him upright as his sister used the ropes as a springboard to kick him in the face before Gouken spiked his body into the canvas with a powerbomb. Sunny was back on her feet and ordered that he get picked up once more, Kanna and Arisu obliging the Leader of the Worthy. The two women held him upright as he looked almost out on his feet and Qilin advanced, slapping him across the face before she stood aside and allowed him to be shoved towards Sunny who caught him and drove him into the canvas with a diving, swinging reverse STO - the Game Changer.

Melissa: There’s the GAME CHANGER, and enough’s enough! Shane can’t fight them all off on his own like this!

Dante: That’s alright, Melissa. I don’t think Sunny minds that at all.

With Shane Atwater laid out in the middle of the ring, Sunny rolled underneath the bottom rope, holding her shoulder as she began to walk up the entrance ramp with Qilin in close attendance. The pair were followed by Blood & Flames and the Haroshi siblings. As The Worthy got to the top of the ramp they turned to survey their handiwork; Shane still laid out in the ring before the show cut elsewhere.







Secret Admirers

After the cut away from the ring, the camera is now following Mel Avilo as she wanders through the upper deck, particularly the skybox area. After finding out her admirer was in the arena, she was now looking for the door number she saw on the card. Finally finding it and not seeing anyone else around (other than the cameraman obviously), now was the time! Finally, she reaches the box that she might be looking for, and somewhat nervously pushing a stray lock of hair from her face, we catch a glimpse of a silver charm bracelet, with charms from Beauty and the Beast and The Lion King. The brunette takes a moment to straighten herself, and knocks on the door.

The door opens very shortly after that before the camera (and Mel) see a familiar gentleman standing behind it. FFW fans would recognize him as the man who was married to Katherine Stryfe. SVW fans would recognize him as the brother of the owner of SVW.

Jacob: Miss Avilo, thank you so much for coming by. Television cameras and pictures don’t do you justice.

Mel: Thank you, Mr. Stryfe. I’ve been made aware that it was you who delivered several gifts to the locker room I share with Bianca this evening. I did not get a chance to look at them properly as...finding out who it was that has sent me various things over the last little while was, but they looked beautiful, and thank you for them.

Jacob: You are very welcome, and deserving. I probably should have been more upfront about it than I have been, but you see, I’m something of a romantic. And I wanted to...show you attention first. I hope nothing came across as untoward or bothered you, they were all sent simply to show you that you have a very avid admirer.

Mel nods, a smile on her face.

Mel: It was...perhaps a little odd. Receiving gifts anonymously isn’t something that most women, myself included, are accustomed to. But the thoughts were always appreciated, regardless of why. A favourite is the bracelet. Though maybe a slightly...strange version of romance? I wouldn’t know, I’m nardly the most experienced in that department.

Jacob: With your consent, I’d like to invite you to watch the rest of Rampage with me and perhaps dinner afterwards. Would that be to your liking?

Mel: I would enjoy that, and getting to know the man who has been attempting to catch my attentions for a while now.

Jacob: Then please come in.

He pulls the door open for her, and gently takes her fingers in hand to lead her inside. A quick glance back to the camera, Jacob starts to shut the door with only the following words picked up before it closed.

Jacob: We have so much to talk about….





Title: Re: SVW Rampage - December 10, 2017
Post by: SVW Front Office on December 11, 2017, 02:51:00 pm
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A quick video recap shows us how Linda won the title shot at Climax, as well as how Paul James captured the Defiance Championship in a triple threat. From there, we go back to ringside.

John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is for the SVW Defiance Championship!!!

Dante: Linda’s been chasing a championship in SVW for a long time, tonight’s her biggest opportunity to do it. And I mean biggest in every sense of the word.

PUT ON YOUR WAR PAINT

“The Phoenix” plays over the PA system, signalling to the fans that Linda Ragnal is on her way out. Once the blonde woman walks out, she waves to the fans before standing at the center of the stage, pointing her finger up before the screen displays a blue phoenix on it. Following that Linda walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans.

John: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Manhattan, New York by way of Scranton, PA...she is the Water Born Phoenix...LINDA! RAGNAL!

Linda rolls into the ring under the ropes, standing up as she clears them. She stands on the turnbuckles, planting two fingers against her lips before pointing them out to the crowd. Linda tosses her hat out to the audience as well before hopping off the turnbuckles and waiting for her opponent.

Melissa: Linda Ragnal proved she can take down opponents bigger than her when she defeated Gary Gilray at Climax, but SVW doesn’t have anyone bigger than the Defiance Champion.

Dante: Ain’t that the truth! I’m not saying she can’t do it. I’m positive she has the skills. I’m just not sure she will do it, if that makes sense.

“Spit shine” by Xzibit starts to play out from the PA with thick bass and the monstrous black man shows up wearing all black, with the Defiance Championship on his shoulder. He made his way down to the ring with heavy steps, rubbing his palms together a hint of smirk across his face.

John: On his way to the ring standing 6’6 tall weighing 450 pounds The Fat Cheetah, Paul James!

Melissa: I think Paul James was a dark horse pick for capturing the Defiance title, since most of the talk heading into that was Shane and Rhea. But he’s the man packing the gold, which is what matters.

Dante: As far as I’m concerned, I’m not sure there’s anyone who is going to take it from him. No offense to Linda, but I think the Cheetah is gonna keep that title as long as he so desires.

The defending champion handed the title belt off to referee Billy Phelps who showed the title to Linda and then held it aloft for the crowd to see before he passed it to a ringside attendant. The official checked that both competitors were ready to start the match and called for the bell. The two wrestlers came out of their corners and moved towards the middle of the ring, where they got into a collar and elbow tie up that saw the Cheetah use his size advantage to force Linda all the way back to the corner. Phelps stepped in and called for the break, Paul James holding his hands up as he let go while Ragnal stayed in the corner for a moment before coming forward and once more the two locked up in a collar and elbow tie up, pushing Linda backwards into her corner once more. Again the referee got the clean break and again James backed up to the middle of the ring. Ragnal came forward once more with a shake of her head, not backing down as she again entered into a tie up with the big man. This time as he started to force her backwards, Linda surprised him with an armdrag that sent him rolling to the corner himself this time.

Melissa: I’m not sure how she did it, but she put him down. But he’s already getting back to his feet. Linda better find a way to keep him down if she wants a good shot at winning.

James came straight up to his feet only to be caught in the chest with a standing dropkick from his opponent; the blonde immediately rolling backwards and popping back up to her feet to charge towards him once more, leaving her feet again to slam a high knee into his chest. James wobbled and took a step backwards into the corner where Linda continued her offence as she backed up to the middle of the ring and exploded forward once again to catch the champion with a flying forearm to the jaw in the corner. Landing on her feet Ragnal took two steps backwards, measuring up James as she did so and left her feet once more as she caught him with a perfect dropsault that planted one foot in his chest as the over delivered a blow to his jawline.

Melissa: Linda’s unloading with the heavy offense, and using her biggest attribute in this match: speed.

Dante: But the problem is she hasn’t put him on the mat, she must feel like she’s fighting a brick wall.

Again Linda backed up on landing only to charge forward one more time and catch the Fat Cheetah with a running knee to the gut that she followed up with a series of side kicks to his stomach, holding the top rope as she delivered them, only stopping when Billy Phelps count reached four. James leaned forward slightly following the assault on his gut and Linda immediately wrenched in a headlock before she attempted to pull him away from the corner with a bulldog only for James to shove her off him and across the ring. The Water Born Phoenix landed on her feet and stumbled forward three steps before she turned around and found Paul James already on top of her as he mowed her down with a clothesline. Ragnal quickly tried to rise to her feet only for the Defiance Champion to catch her wrist and jerk forwards into a belly to belly slam.

Dante: Look at all the work Linda did just trying to get him down, and all it took was one shot from the Cheetah to do the same!

Melissa: I don’t think Linda’s ever been in the ring with someone the size of the Cheetah, but tonight she’s getting one hell of a crash course on what it’s like.

The girl from Scranton rolled away and tried to get to her feet as Paul rose to his and the Cheetah dropped back to the ring ropes and came towards the blonde, catching her with a shoulder block that saw her sent backwards to the mat, her head bouncing off the canvas as she landed. Ragnal started to rise to her feet, holding the back of her head and Paul James sent her in for the ride, Irish whipping her into the far corner and immediately sent off behind her, catching her a moment after she connected back first with the turnbuckles with a corner clothesline. Linda held her chest as she staggered out of the corner and the Defiance Champion came off the ropes behind her and drove her face first into the canvas with a one handed bulldog. Linda rolled onto her back and the Fat Cheetah placed his hands on her shoulders for the pinfall.

One…

Two…

Melissa: Near fall for the champion. What kind of training do you think Linda went through to get ready for this match?

Dante: I don’t know who trains her, but they better have worked on speed drills and endurance. Her best hope is to make this match go long against a much larger opponent.

Ragnal kicked out of the two count and rolled to the side only as James followed her, applying a front facelock that he kept locked in tight as he brought her up to her feet with him. Once they were both vertical, he took a moment then lifted Ragnal up and over with a snap suplex. Linda rolled away once more and tried to rise only to find James up and vertical already as he sent her back down to the mat with a hip toss and followed it up straight away with a leg drop across her chest. The Defiance Champion rolled away to his feet as Ragnal held her chest and started to rise getting as far as her knees before James began to deliver clubbing forearms down across the top of her shoulders. He landed four shots before he pulled her up to her feet and whipped her into the ring ropes, catching her on the return with a dropkick to her chest that sent her back to the canvas. Once more the Water Born Phoenix rolled away and tried to rise to her feet but again only got as far as her knees before she was on the receiving end of a running boot to the face from the Fat Cheetah. As she collapsed back to the mat, the powerhouse wrestler made the cover on the blonde.

Melissa: A jaw rattling boot to the face, and Linda may be out right now!

One…

Two…

Dante: You gotta give Linda credit for even being conscious after a shot like that, much less kicking out.

As Billy Phelps completed the two count, Linda kicked out again, James nodding his head in acceptance of the count by the referee as he pushed up to his feet, pulling the challenger up with him. He delivered two forearm blows across her shoulders before he scooped her up off her feet and onto his shoulder, walking around the ring with her for a moment before he took three quick steps forward and drove her back first into the mat with a powerslam. Linda arched her back upwards as her face became a mask of pain before she fell back to the mat as Paul James returned to his feet. The big man measured Ragnal up before he took off across the ring, hitting the ropes and left his feet upon his return for a jumping splash...and got nothing but mat as Linda rolled away at the last second.

Dante: Excellent presence of mind for LInda there. That splash would have spelled ultimate doom for her if she hadn’t moved.

Melissa: She’s not out of the woods yet though.

The blonde pulled herself upwards using the ring ropes, facing Paul James and immediately unloaded on him with a series of stiff kicks to his body and legs as he rose, finishing it off with a roundhouse kick to the side of his head. Paul took a half step backwards and Ragnal made the most of the opening by skipping forward and driving her foot into his middle before she grabbed his head, pulling him downwards into a single knee facebuster. The Fat Cheetah staggered backwards, holding his face before he finally regained his bearings and with a flash of anger on his face he charged her. Linda timed it perfectly as she left her feet and caught the onrushing man with a low dropkick to the knee that took the leg out from under him and saw him face plant on the canvas. Instantly the bigger wrestler tried to push back up to his hands and knees and Linda left her feet with a double footstomp into his shoulder blades sending him back to the mat once more. Again the Defiance Champion started to push upwards, Ragnal letting him get to one knee before she hooked his head and took him down to the mat once more with a swinging neckbreaker. She immediately made the cover, reaching to try and hook his leg.

One…

Two…

...T

Melissa: That’s a lot of leg to have to hook if you’re the challenger, and it wasn’t enough to seal the deal anyway.

Dante: In all the years he’s been in SVW, you can count on one hand the number of people who have pinned him. And I’m pretty sure you have fingers left over at that.

Paul kicked out with authority, sending Linda rolling away from him. As the Defiance Champion returned to one knee, the blonde was back on her feet and moved towards him quickly, grabbing hold of his head and bulldogged him back into the mat. Again the Scranton born wrestler was quick to her feet and quickly circled around the rising powerhouse, leaping onto his back and wrapping her legs around his torso for a bodyscissors as her arms snaked around his head locking in a sleeper hold. Linda adjusted her position to use all of her 180lbs of bodyweight to try and keep the 450lb Cheetah on his hands and knees while making the sleeper hold as effective as possible. Phelps dropped down besides the Defiance Champion, checking the legality of the hold before he asked Paul if he wanted to quit, getting a no from the powerhouse who tried to pull Linda’s arms away from him but found that she had a vice like grip.

Dante: I don’t recall anyone ever making the Cheetah quit, but credit to the challenger for doing her best.

Melissa: This is how she wore down Gilray. If it worked once, it very well could again. Gary’s also had his share of problems with the Defiance Champion.

As the blonde tightened her legs around his body in an effort to prevent him from drawing in full breaths and did everything that she could to exert further pressure with her arms in the sleeper hold, Paul James began to rise, slowly pushing up to his knees. He continued to rise to one knee, pausing for a couple of moments to pull at Linda’s arms once more before he attempted to push up to a vertical base only to drop back down to one knee, hand reaching out to the canvas to steady himself as the hold was taking it’s toll on him. Paul found his balance and once again made an effort to rise - this time succeeding in getting his feet underneath him, staggering a couple of steps as Phelps checked on him, the camera zooming in and finding that his eyelids seemed to be getting heavy, blinking closed a couple of times. He slapped his chest with both hands in an effort to rouse himself and started to move backwards, building up speed as he drove Linda back first into the turnbuckles and getting him the release.

Melissa: Linda must feel like she got ran over by a Zamboni machine the way Paul squashed her into the corner like that.

Dante: She should have let go sooner, but she was hoping...I guess…..he’d pass out even when he was trying to get up.

James stepped forward as her arms and legs unfurled from around him, taking big deep breaths as he tottered towards the middle of the ring only to turn around and charge towards Linda, running face first straight into her boots. The Cheetah staggered backwards and Ragnal quickly climbed up the inside of the turnbuckles and dove off into a missile dropkick straight into his chest that caused him to collapse back to the canvas. Linda rolled to the side as Paul started to get to his feet and she charged towards him, springboarding off the ropes and launching herself towards him, catching him around the head and dropping him on his head with a Tornado DDT. As fast as she could she rolled the bigger man onto his back and again made the cover on him.

One…

Two…

...THR-

Melissa: Linda feels like she’s trying to turn over a Buick, but the big man kicked out.

Dante: Another thing I’d have her done is flipping tires on tractor trailers, just to prepare for moments like that.

James kicked out of the pinfall and rolled to the side, pushing up to his hands and knees as Ragnal asked Phelps to confirm the count and got shown the two count. The Water Born Phoenix nodded in acceptance and came to her feet, taking a second to watch the Defiance Champion push upwards and get to his knees before she stepped into him and drove three quick knees into his face, going for a fourth only to find herself caught as James lifted her up as he rose to his feet, lifting her over his head for a Gorilla Press slam only for the Manhattan resident to kick her feet and twist her body to escape his clutches, landing on her feet behind him. As he turned around she leapt up, grabbing his head and jerking him down into a jawbreaker, landing on her knees. James staggered backwards, falling into the corner and Linda came forward quickly, stepping up onto the middle rope and swung her foot towards the side of his head for an enzuigiri that missed as the big man ducked down and darted past her. Ragnal spun to face him and right into his clutches; the powerhouse lifting her upwards and spiking her down into the mat with a vicious uranage that saw her bounce off the mat as she landed.

Dante: Beautiful uranage suplex that almost sent Linda into orbit if Paul didn’t have his arm across her!

Melissa: That’s the thing about him. A guy that size, you don’t expect much technical skill. But he knows his stuff, and it makes him even more dangerous.

Paul James took a couple of steps backwards, holding a hand against his head as he tried to recover from the onslaught. Meanwhile the Water Born Phoenix rolled onto her front and reached for the ropes, slowly using them to pull herself back to her feet with her back to her opponent. Pushing away from the ropes she walked around in a small circle and straight into a spinning backfist from her foe that saw her fall back into the ropes, bouncing off them and straight into a bearhug. James wasted little time in lifting her off her feet and shaking her from side to side like a rag doll as he tightened his arms around her, squeezing the life from her. Phelps asked her if she wanted to quit and got a ‘No’ that turned into a squeal of pain as the Fat Cheetah flexed and tightened his grip on her further before he gave her another shake that saw her slump against him.

Melissa: Can you imagine what that must feel like, Dante? Look at her being shaken like a leaf with ease!

Dante: I’m not sure he’ll get her to tap out, but he may well cause her to pass out. When you can’t breathe and get oxygen to your brain, the lights can go out in a hurry.

Billy Phelps asked her once more if she wished to quit and this time got a much quieter, whispered ‘No’ as she was struggling for breath, all the air being squeezed out of her body thanks to the 6’6 450lb powerhouse of a Defiance Champion. He squeezed a little tighter and still she refused to quit. Somehow Paul James managed to tighten his Boa-Constrictor like grip even further around her midsection. Phelps asked the question asked and when he got no answer from the blonde he lifted her arm and watched it drop lifelessly. He lifted it again and watched it fall. He lifted it a third time, checking for any sort of life as he kept it aloft for a moment.

Melissa: One last time, and the Cheetah has successfully retained his Defiance Championship here tonight at Rampage!

As he released her wrist, Linda’s arm dropped halfway, wavered and then started to rise in the air, getting roar from her fans in the crowd. Her other arm rose in the air to join the first as she seemed to find a second wind, leaning back in Paul James’ arms she drove the sides of her hands downwards into his trapezius for matching kesagiri chops. She repeated the move once more and Paul seemed to loosen his grip slightly and Linda bell clapped her hands together against his ears once, twice, three times before he finally dropped her to the mat. Ragnal landed on her feet and instantly started going to town on his leg, snapping off stiff kicks into his thigh and the side of his knee connecting with four blows before James shot out his hands, gripped her around the throat and in one motion lifted her upwards and slammed her down with a two handed chokeslam, falling to his knees as he drove her back first into the mat. He took a second to reach for his leg before he crawled forward and threw himself over her to make the cover.

Melissa: Holy…!! A double handed chokeslam, and James is retaining his title!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Dante: I legit don’t know where she’s finding this to keep coming back, but...here we are!

Ragnal rolled the shoulder at the final moment, Paul James rolling off her and to a sitting position as he saw Phelps displaying the two count. The Fat Cheetah looked down at the Water Born Phoenix who had curled up on the canvas, holding her back in pain and held three fingers up to the official who shook his head, telling him that it was only two and the shoulder came up in the nick of time. Paul nodded his head and slowly rose to his feet, pulling Linda to her feet with him before he set her up into position for a powerbomb. As he flipped her up onto his shoulders, Linda came to life, peppering his skull with machine gun like right and left hands that caused him to lose his grip on her as he moved towards the middle of the ring, allowing her to push up and slide down his back before she attempted to pull him into a sunset flip. The tall man teetered and tottered as she pulled at his legs on the verge of falling backwards into the pinfall, fighting it all the way and finally finding his balance at which point he countered the move by dropping all his weight down onto Ragnal chest as he sat down.

Dante: That….that was stupid. There is no way you should ever try a sunset flip on a guy like the Cheetah, especially at Linda’s size!

Melissa: She may have thought she had the leverage, but gravity won in the end! Linda may have bruised ribs!

But only got mat, Linda telegraphing the counter and rolled away at the very last second. The challenger forced herself to come to her feet as Paul pressed a hand to the small of his back in absolute agony and she took off across the ring, hitting the ring ropes and came back to deliver another double foot stomp - this time straight into his chest, driving him back down against the canvas. Linda didn’t waste any time, setting off towards the ropes once more and delivering the Tidal Wave rolling thunder senton to the prone champion. She didn’t stop there as she rolled out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and scrambled back to her feet, taking hold of the top rope as she measured up Paul James for just a second before she came crash down on top of him once more with a slingshot senton. Immediately Linda rolled over and made the cover, just about managing to hook his leg as she did so.

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Dante: Another near fall for Linda, she’s trying to build a rally here. But it takes so much just to hook one of those massive legs!

Paul James rolled his shoulder to escape the hold and as he did so Linda instantly transitioned from the pin attempt into the Eel Wrap anaonda vice, trapping and bending his arm backwards over his shoulder as she looked for the submission. Phelps asked Paul James if he wanted to quit and got a definite ‘No’ from the Cheetah as he gritted his teeth thanks to Linda increasing the torque on the hold. Phelps asked again and got another no as Paul began to roll to the side and push his way upwards, Linda holding the tightly applied submission and putting all her weight behind the hold. The man kicked his foot against the mat as he made it to his knees, grimacing in pain before he started to push upwards to one knee before he fired off three stiff closed fists into her side that made Linda let out a small cry of pain. He delivered a fourth shot right beneath her ribs that saw her take a half step backwards and as she did he used all of his power to explode up to his feet and shove her backwards and out of the hold into the ropes.

Dante: When he shoves you like that, it’s gotta feel like you were shot out of a cannon! Linda damn near went through the ropes.

He shook off the arm that had been locked in the submission and as he did Linda skipped forward and caught him square in the chest with a superkick. Paul staggered backwards, holding his chest and Ragnal moved around behind him, quickly capturing his arms into something that could be generously described as a Full Nelson (given the size difference) and then swept his feet out from under him causing him to faceplant as she complete the Tribute To UC. Once more Linda managed to roll him over to his back and hook his leg as she made the cover on him.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Melissa: TRIBUTE TO THE UC, but the Cheetah….he’s still got more left in the tank!

Dante: Linda needs to hit something big, and do it quickly! She doesn’t want him getting up again at all!

At the very last moment the Defiance Champion’s shoulder popped up off the mat, Phelps calling the two count immediately. As the official confirmed it with Linda, the blonde shook her head in disbelief at the official asking for the three count but getting the two confirmed to once more. Rolling away to the side, Linda forced herself to her feet and leaned against the ropes, holding her back as she gave a sign to the crowd and waved Paul upwards to his feet. She watched as the Defiance Champion rose to his feet, circling around behind him and as soon as he got upright she launched herself towards him, locking in the sleeper hold and instantly trying to transition it into the lungblower to complete the Oceanic Rose Driver. The Fat Cheetah had it scouted, however, leaning forward and reaching behind him as she tried to jerk him backwards, he managed to grab hold of her and flip her over his head and to the mat in the front of him, dropping to one knee as he did so. Linda rolled as she landed and came straight to her feet and, seemingly sensing victory was at had went to press home her advantage. She charged towards the Defiance Champion who exploded towards her with surprising quickness and caught her with a lariat that saw her flip in the air and land hard on the mat in a heap.

Dante: Is Cirque du Soleil in town?! Because Linda just auditioned for them with that flip she cut, courtesy of the the Defiance Champion!

Melissa: Check the fourth row, because that may be where her head is! Jesus!

Paul James stopped before he hit the corner and cast a quick glance over his shoulder as he saw Linda folded up on the mat and he slapped the top turnbuckle pad before he began to climb. He reached the middle rope as Ragnal made it to all fours and pressed on to the top, taking a moment to find his balance and look between his legs to measure up Linda. Ragnal just managed to get her feet underneath her when Paul James launched himself from the top rope and into a moonsault that caught her perfectly and saw him land on top of her on the canvas before he rolled away. James pushed up slowly to his feet and as Linda made it to her knees he caught her with a vicious knee to her jaw. He swiped at the air like a big cat clawing at its prey getting a cheer from the crowd as he pulled Linda to her feet. As soon as she was vertical he hurled her into the ropes before setting off himself and caught her with Do Da Pounce. Linda immediately collapsed to the canvas, head bouncing off the mat and Paul James rolled her onto her back and hooked her leg for the cover.

Melissa: POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUNNCCEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!

Dante: I knew it would be over after that! The Fat Cheetah has done it again, and proven what we’ve been saying all along!

Billy Phelps called for the bell and as it rang Paul James slowly pushed himself back up onto his knees, while the referee retrieved the SVW Defiance Championship.

John: Here is your winner by way of pinfall...and STILL SVW DEFIANCE CHAMPION…”FAT CHEETAH” PAUL JAMES!!!!

Melissa: I don’t think there’s one man or woman in SVW who is gonna be able to take that big man down, much less take his Defiance Championship!

Dante: Maybe not one, but….hang on a minute!!

The official helped the victor rise from one knee to his feet and held his hand alot as he presented him with the title belt. Paul took the title off the referee and held it aloft, getting cheered loudly by the crowd. He moved towards the corner near the entrance ramp and held the title aloft, getting cheered once more by the crowd before he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye; dropping to the mat and staring as Qilin was walking down the ramp, climbing her hands wildly.

Dante: I was wondering when they would show up! I thought maybe Sunny would be trying to recuperate after her match with Shane earlier, but….

As he watched Sunny’s herald stroll down towards the ring, Kanna slid into the ring behind him and drove Mercy into the small of his back. The Fat Cheetah’s back arched as he took two ginger steps forward and Kanna delivered another shot into his back with the barbed wire covered baseball bat only for Paul James to spin around and catch her with a spinning backfist to the jaw that caused her to drop her bat and stumble backwards. Before he could follow up, he was jumped by both members of Blood and Flames who had come through either side of the crowd and were now both laying into his legs with rapid fire stiff kicks, trying to hack him down only for him to lunge to one side, catching Arisu with a forearm smash to the jaw, followed by a second before she grabbed hold of her head between both his hands and spun her around, throwing her towards Fuma.

Melissa: Paul James is a ONE MAN WRECKING CREW! He’s taking on the Worthy by himself, and Arisu just got thrown into her husband!

Dante: This is amazing! I think Sunny may have picked a fight with the one man who can face down the Worthy! I….spoke too soon!

He turned again and again found himself attacked as Kanna darted forward, driving a boot into his stomach, followed by another to his groin before she spun him around to Gouken who lifted him upwards and drove him down with a falling powerbomb, only to pick him straight back up and pass him to his sister who used the momentum to her advantage and drove him head first into the mat with a pulling piledriver as Sunny entered the ring. Once more Gouken pulled him upright and held him as Sunny smiled at Paul and delivered a Kick Super into his jaw while Blood and Flames drove rapid fire stiff kicks into his midsection. Sunny gave a sign to the crowd for the Alakazam; Gouken pushing Paul forward onto his knees as Sunny measured him up and made for the ropes only for the crowd to start cheering wildly as Shane Atwater and Ryan Sheffield were sprinting towards the ring with steel chairs in hand.

Melissa: This is a mugging, the numbers game caught up with the Cheetah! And--

Dante: Well maybe the numbers aren’t gonna be as bad after all, here comes Ryan Sheffield! And he brought some steel!

Fuma and Kanna slid out to stop them, only for Ryan to drive the edge of his chair deep into Kanna’s gut before he brought it down across her back, whilst Atwater swung for Fuma’s head, the masked man ducking underneath it only to get a kick to the gut and a snap DDT sending him suddenly into the steel of the entrance ramp. Ryan slid into the ring as Sunny completed the Alakazam and found Arisu Mitsuhide charging towards him only for him to drop his shoulder and send her over the top rope before he got a big boot to the face from Gouken that saw him fall back against the ropes as Atwater slid in and caught the Haroshi sibling square across the back with a vicious chair shot, followed by a second and a third as Ryan moved out of his corner and moved to cut off Sunny before she could jump Shane, swinging a chair for her skull that saw her throw herself into a baseball slide to avoid as she left the ring. Ryan turned back around to see Gouken who had been on the back foot, swing a fist towards Atwater, connecting with the chair and taking it out of his hands. Sheffield charged forward and left his feet, launching himself towards Gouken and caught him with a huge chair shot to the face and upper body that saw the masked Japanese wrestler stumble and fall backwards over the top rope, landing on his feet on the floor.

Melissa: Shane’s not done with the Worthy either! Go ahead, Gouken! Go get you some!

Dante: The Worthy are causing what is essentially a gang war! And the sides are starting to even up tonight! Paul keeps the title, but the Worthy are swarming because Sunny wants it for herself!

Gouken immediately reached for the top rope and looked to pull himself upwards only for Atwater to deliver a pendulum dropkick through the ropes to him, sending him back into the barricade where Kanna and Qilin quickly joined him and moved him away from the ring as the Worthy regrouped on the entrance ramp. Ryan checked on Paul James who was starting to recover in the ring; as Shane watched the slowly departing faction, giving Sunny in particular a death stare as the show cut elsewhere.




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We see footage of the history dating back to War Games between Misty Whitmore and Luther Thunder, and is capped off by Alexander Stryfe’s announcement at Climax making tonight’s match for a shot at the SVW Championship. From there, we head back to ringside with John waiting in the ring.

John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner will earn a SVW Championship match!

Melissa: You want to talk about a match a long time coming? That’s what we got coming up here, and the prize couldn’t be any bigger.

Dante: I’m very curious to see how, if at all, Luther has changed. We haven’t seen him since he was Buried Alive in the Match of the Year voted on by SVW fans.

We hear a thunderclap, signifying the start of “The Man Comes Around” by Johnny Cash. As the acoustic guitar and the hypnotic words of the man in black fill the arena, the lights go out, and in a sole spotlight we see the slow walk out of Luther Thunder, flanked by Esme & his sister Tara, all in black. Luther bows his head, and makes the sign of the cross on his chest, before linking arms with the two ladies and walking down the ramp towards the ring, the spotlight following.

John: Introducing from Amsterdam in the Netherlands, accompanied by Esme and Tara Thunder standing 6’6” tall and weighing 270 lbs, he is...LUTHER THUNDER!!!

Luther gets to ringside, where he releases from the ladies, climbing the steps to the apron. He blesses the ring, bowing his head, before climbing atop the turnbuckle. He throws his arms out like a crucifix, and then slowly starts asking the Lord to forgive these sinners who boo him.

Melissa: I can’t see much in the way of physical changes, but it’s not like nutjobs always look the part.

Dante: I don’t care if he doesn’t look different. Something like that has to change you, and I suspect we are about to see a much more dangerous Luther than ever before.

The music starts, as the crowd quiets.  A spotlight appears at the top of the ramp…but after a few moments nobody shows.  The spotlight starts combing the arena, followed by another spotlight, and a third as the song starts.

Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR, transmissions will resume
They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
(So come on!)


The spotlights race around for a moment until one finally stops in the middle of the crowd, revealing Misty standing amongst the fans.  She raises her fist with a cry and a grin as the fans nearby cheer and do the same.

John: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario Canada. The Voice of the People....MISTY WHITMORE!!!

The young wrestler then makes a B-line for the ring, slapping hands of fans before hopping the barricade.  Misty climbs onto the ring apron and looks out at the crowd, holding a hand over her brow with a grin.  Leaping over the top rope Misty runs to the opposite corner, climbing up the corner and singing out the chorus with the fans, raising her fist with every phrase.

They will not force us!
They will stop degrading us!
They will not control us!
We will be victorious!
So come on!


Misty jumps down from the corner, fists raised and ready for the match.

Melissa: Misty Whitmore has one hell of a massive challenge ahead of her if she wants to step back into line for a SVW Championship match.

Dante: Misty tends to thrive on challenges though. I’m sure she’s not worried too much about a new Luther, because she’s going to give him her full focus no matter what.

Referee Angela Rocca calls for the bell to start the match as Luther stares across at the former gymnast. Misty looks out over the crowd with a deep breath, listening to them already chanting and cheering for her. It brings a smile to her face before Luther waves her forward as he walks out of the corner. Misty darts towards him as he tries to grab her, but she ducks underneath him. A rebound off the near side ropes behind him allows her to connect with a chop block to the back of his knee. It stumbled him forward as Whitmore stayed behind him, and immediately began firing kicks into his left knee repeatedly till he fell to that knee. The crowd only got louder as Misty bounced off the ropes a second time when he got to his feet, and connected with a diving clothesline to the back of his knee. The big man lurched forward to the mat before Whitmore grabbed his left foot off the canvas, and repeatedly spiked his knee into the mat.

Melissa: Misty’s coming right out of the gate with a burst of speed, and she’s already trying to bring Luther off his feet.

Dante: That’s very smart strategy. Misty’s not gonna be on an even playing field if she tries to take him head on, and she knows that as well as we do.

Luther rolled to his side, holding that knee before Misty hit the ropes again for a double stomp to it as well. She pulled his foot across the bottom rope before bouncing off the middle rope to drive her body weight down across it. Luther’s knee struck the canvas before Misty applied a stepover toehold after Luther rolled onto his back. She wasn’t able to hold it long though before the big man used his free foot to kick her in the chest to send her wobbling backwards. She regained her balance, and went right back at him again. But Luther had already gotten to his feet, and caught her with a big boot across the jaw as she came towards him. She collapsed to the mat, while he winced and rubbed his knee for a moment.

Melissa: That’s all it takes from Luther. Just one move like that, and he can change the whole direction of a match.

Dante: Misty had a wise strategy there, but she’s going to have to do a lot more to that knee to keep him down. He has powerful legs, and knows how to use them.

The Dutch Devil rubbed his knee once again, pulling Misty to her feet. He fired her across into the far corner, where she crashed back first. He followed her in (a bit slower than usual) with a corner clothesline. She would have fallen down, but he held her up by the chin and delivered a trio of elbows to the side of her head. The big man scooped her up high overhead, and launched her with a military press slam to the mat. He stalked towards her with a slight limp as she began to rise to her feet. He let her get up before grabbing her head, and burying a knee into her ribs to double her over in pain. Thunder scooped her up, and dropped her across his knee with a gutbuster before loosely hooking the outside leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWOOOOOO!!!

NOPE!!

Melissa: It’s almost like Luther is trying to show Misty all that work on his knee isn’t gonna stop him, because he’s been using it to batter her ever since.

Misty kicked out, and Luther punished her for it by driving his knee into her body repeatedly. He dragged her to her feet, letting her know she made a mistake before scooping her over one shoulder. The Amsterdam Assassin galloped out of the corner with a running powerslam, driving Misty’s back once again into the canvas. He glanced over to his sister at ringside, who was entirely focused on what was taking place. The big man pulled Misty back to her feet again, whipping her into the far corner with velocity. She struck back first, and he measured her for a second before taking off towards her with another big boot. But Misty dove out of the way, and he ended up clearing the top turnbuckle and getting his foot hung on the post.

Dante: That was miraculous timing by Misty! Luther got his foot hung on the ring post, and Misty MUST capitalize and quickly!

Melissa: I bet that knee won’t be as limber now! Look at his face, he may have torn a hamstring right there as well as his knee.

He tried to gently pull his leg back inside, and Misty immediately began firing kicks into the thigh rapidly. Each shot made the big man’s face freeze up. She stepped out onto the apron, grabbing his foot and jerking him forward to increase the pain before grabbing his foot and dropping down to the floor. It snapped his leg across the top rope, causing him to get free but also collapse onto the mat. The crowd began to get far louder now as Misty headed up to the top rope, and launched herself with a second double stomp, this time into his chest. It folded the big man in half before Misty took off for the far side, rebounding with a rolling senton and grabbing one leg for the cover in the process.

Melissa: Misty got him down off his feet, and she may be close to putting him away right now!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOOOO!!

Thunder shoved her off the cover with both hands, causing the former gymnast to immediately get back to her feet. He tried to get up as well, but she quickly grabbed his foot, and applied a figure four leglock.

Dante: A figure four, that’s an interesting choice. I don’t know if Misty has the leg strength to make it work on a man the size of Luther Thunder, but she’s gonna give it her all!

Luther’s face was wracked with pain as Misty tried to get all the pressure she could out of the submission. She propped up on her elbows as Luther sat up, pain etched across his face. He took a few swipes at her, trying to grab her but she managed to stay out of his reach. Whitmore began to hammer fists into his knee, causing him more pain in the process before she laid back on the mat out of arm’s reach.

Melissa: She must be doing pretty well with it, Dante. Look at Luther’s face, his leg is in agony and Misty is staying well out of reach!

Dante: I sit corrected. She’s worked on that leg almost the entire match, but I don’t know if she’s going to get a submission out of Luther though. I can’t recall the last time he tapped out!

Rocca dropped down in front of Luther, asking him if he wanted to submit. But the big man clutched his hands to his head, bellowing a loud “No” to her. Misty began to pull on his leg now, causing even more pain as the referee checked again. When Misty laid back, Tara reached under the bottom rope and raked her eyes. It caused Misty to let go, and Luther kicked her off him after he got his leg free. Rocca spun around to see what happened as Tara had moved to her brother’s corner and stood quietly.

Melissa: Of course, it was Tara who made the save. I’d almost forgotten she was out here, but she certainly gave Luther the opening he needed.

Dante: That’s what she and Cesare are there to do, Melissa. They are his lackeys for all intents and purposes.

Misty started to get back to her feet, going right after Luther’s leg. But the big man caught her with a palm thrust to the neck as she approached, sending her backwards as he struggled to get to his feet. Misty took off for the near side, and rebounded quickly...only to run right into Luther’s hand. He hoisted her up, and dropped her with a chokeslam. The big man winced in pain as he had put all his weight back on the bad leg so quickly. When he saw Misty starting to rise seconds later, he surprised her with a scissor kick that planted her on the mat. The big man quickly dropped to make a cover as Rocca slid into position to count.

Dante: That scissor kick may have knocked Misty out, and it certainly didn’t do that left knee any favors. Whitmore’s had a brilliant strategy, but it’s not looking like it’ll pay off!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THRE-NOPE!!!

Misty got her shoulder up in time before the three, and Luther used his good leg to rain down on her head and body repeatedly. He slowly made it back to his feet, an angry sneer on his face as he looked down to her.

Melissa: Luther’s face tells you all you need to know. He’s got nothing but bad intentions in mind for Misty, and he’d like to be done sooner than later with that leg no doubt hurting.

Thunder pulled her to her feet, and planted her head between his legs. He hoisted her up for what looked to be his powerbomb, but Misty countered! She sat on his shoulders, and unloaded with furious right hands that sent him stumbling backwards. That was followed up by a massive hurricanrana that spiked the big man on his head before Misty grabbed both feet for a rollup! The crowd came to life again as Rocca dove to count.

Melissa: The biggest hurricanrana in Misty’s career, and she’s gonna take it! Misty’s getting a title shot!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Luther kicked out, rolling Misty backwards off the rollup attempt. She got back to her feet, and headed for the corner immediately. With the crowd solidly behind her, she watched him try to get up. When he faced her, she dove off with a blockbuster! Whitmore dove on top of him for the cover again!

Dante: Blockbuster from the top! Misty’s going for it all once again!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!

He kicked out again, and Misty immediately rolled off to the corner. She dropped to all fours, and began to pound her fists into the mat like a drum. It caused the live crowd to start stomping with her as she waited on Luther to get back to his feet.

Melissa: Oh Dante...we know what’s coming! The drums are sounding, and Misty Whitmore is looking to finish this!

Luther started back to his feet very slowly. When he was finally vertical, she bolted towards him. As soon as she got within range and left her feet, he caught her with a superkick to the jaw in midair that collapsed her to the canvas. He fell back down himself, grimacing in pain as he clutched his left knee.

Dante: THUNDERSTRUCK! Misty’s gotta be out cold!!

The big man rolled over, and went for a cover before Rocca slid into position to make the potential three count.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Misty’s shoulder came up just in the nick of time, and Luther glared a hole through the referee as she only held up two fingers.

Melissa: He took too long to make the cover! And Luther Thunder looks fit to be tied! I’m not sure he was expecting all this from Misty!

Dante: If he wasn’t, then he’s got what he deserved. You cannot ever count Misty out, especially in these big match situations.

The Amsterdam Assassin staggered to his feet, trying to get his left knee in order without much success. A sinister look on his face, he pulled Misty up and planted her head between his legs. He quickly hoisted her up, and immediately snapped her right back down with his crucifix powerbomb! The big man made a tight cover almost instantly as Rocca dropped to count.

Melissa: ASSASSIN’S EDGE!! I don’t think Misty is gonna be able to kick out this time!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Dante: You’re right. I don’t think anyone was going to kick out of two of Luther’s favorite moves. And the Dutch Devil just got himself a shot at the SVW Championship!

He staggered to his feet, leaning against the ropes due to his leg. The referee raised his hand to a chorus of boos from the crowd as John made it official.

John: Here is your winner by pinfall……………..LUTHER THUNDER!!!

Tara joined him in the ring, as did Esme. Each of them raised his hand in victory as the big man shared a kiss with his exuberant wife.

Melissa: Take nothing away from Misty Whitmore, because she gave Luther everything he could have wanted….and a lot more he didn’t!

Dante: Misty left it all in the ring, but tonight it was just a case of too much to handle for her. Luther can go ice his knee down, and he’ll be watching the main event tonight very closely.

As his wife and sister helped him out of the ring to the floor, the show cut to a video spotlighting the upcoming SVW Draft.





The New Defiance Threat

The next image we see is that of Luci and her fiance, both of which are shown talking with the Uprising General Manager Cody Kincaid backstage. Vincent is shaking his hand as he speaks.

Vincent: Mr. Kincaid, allow me to join the others in congratulating you on your new position in charge of Uprising. While there were many fine….and some unique choices for the job, it’s clear SVW went with person who had the most experience in running things.

Luci: My fiance took the words out of my mouth. You had always done a wonderful job with FFW, no matter what was thrown at you and I can see for that reason alone why Mr. Stryfe chose you over several others, who all...varied in how suited they were for a job like this one. Congratulations. It’s certainly some of the better news I’ve heard in recent times.

Cody: Glad to have it. No one was more surprised than me honestly. I was sure either Lyn or Strike would get the job, they have far more background than I do in SVW after all.

Vincent: That they do, but an experienced person in a key position is worth their weight in gold. Plus one is now happily married and traveling, while Mr. Dallins has a fine job already that I’m sure is fulfilling for him. That said, I did want to discuss 2 things with you.

Cody: Shoot.

Cody folded his arms across his chest, and leaned against the wall as Vincent began.

Vincent: First, while I realize it isn’t entirely within your control, I would like to suggest and request that you draft Luci here to Uprising. I feel as though she would get a much fairer shake and opportunity under your guidance than is likely with someone like Mr. Kilmeade.

Luci watches as Vincent speaks, and then COdy for a moment to gauge his reaction, though doesn’t seem able to.

Luci: I thank you for that thought, my love. You are...certainly correct in some areas. Mr. Kilmeade does have his favourites and that could be detrimental as I am not likely to be one of them. However sometimes he can be more on the side of fair to those he does like. If you are able to have me, then that’s fine. If not, it’s a storm to weather and one I’m sure we’ll come out of in one piece.

Cody: Well as you know, I did give him the first two picks in the draft. And he hasn’t told me who he will choose. But I’ll tell you this, you are on my list of people who I do want to bring to Uprising. But with him having the first picks, I can guarantee nothing. If I have my way about it, you have my word that I’ll be bringing you to my show.

Luci nodded, a soft smile on her face.

Luci: Thank you, Mr. Kincaid. I know you can’t promise anything more than that, and that’s fine.

Cody: What was the second thing you wanted to mention, Vincent?

Vincent: Ahh, that would be the next step in Luci’s ascent through the ranks of SVW. This is, of course, predicated on you drafting her. But we’d like to toss her name into the Defiance division.

Cody nodded as he listened.

Cody: I would have zero problems with that. But let’s just wait and see how the draft comes out. If I manage to get her for Uprising, I’ll give her an opportunity to climb the ladder as soon as I know exactly what I have to work with in terms of roster. How’s that?

Luci: Much appreciated. I have had...a better beginning to my time in SVW than I would have expected, but the time has come for me to move past the Pride Division, hope that Miss. Pike does well with the championship and move on to something else. I do not see myself as someone with the pace to keep up with the Adrenaline division nor have the...enjoyment of foreign objects to take part in the Chaos Division. And I wouldn’t dare punch above my weight.

Vincent: I cannot put into words the anxiety I would feel with Luci in the Chaos division. I am very happy she has chosen the Defiance. And I hope you do manage to draft her. I’m positive she would give Linda Ragnal or anyone else a stern challenge, even including the ...Fat Cheetah himself.

Cody: I’m sure she would too. I think Paul qualifies as a ‘next level challenge’ for pretty much anyone. That’s a long night for anyone trying to bring him down, much less take the title.

Luci: There’s an argument that Paul James would be a next level challenge even when his time comes to take the SVW Championship division. A man that size should never be so fast.

Cody: Well let’s see how the title match shakes out, and the draft after that. Maybe you’ll climb up to be the next one to test him or Linda.

Vincent gives Cody another handshake before we head elsewhere.




Title: Re: SVW Rampage - December 10, 2017
Post by: SVW Front Office on December 11, 2017, 02:52:11 pm
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John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish!

Dante: You could call this match ‘Best Friends, Better Enemies” that we are about to see.

The arena is thrown into darkness and the crowd begin to buzz as to what is happening until a single lyric cuts through the buzz.

You better work bitch!

An explosion of purple pyrotechnics from the staging brings the arena lights back to life as "Work Bitch" by Britney Spears rips through the arena speakers and Harmony appears at the top of the staging, cocking her hip to the side before throwing a hand in the air and striding down the ramp with a smile, touching hands with fans as she makes her way towards the ring.

The brunette hops up onto the apron then throws herself over the top rope, landing on both feet before ascending the turnbuckle and blowing a kiss out to the fans. She throws a hand in the air again then jumps down and swings her arms back and forth, preparing herself for the match.

John: Introducing, from London, England and weighing 137 lbs, this is Harmony!

Melissa: Talk about a match a long time coming! Harmony and Mika have some very old scores to settle tonight here at Rampage.

Dante: There’s no question about that. Harmony’s got her eyes set on getting back up the ladder for the SVW Championship, but this...this is personal.

Two sea eagle cries are heard before "Rise" hits the sound system. Accompanied by her manager Kyle Kilmeade, Mika Demidov walks through the entrance gate when the song makes its halt to come back with a stronger beat. Right before the entrance aisle, she raises her right hand in the air with the index, middle and ring fingers fully extended upwards, and white, blue and red pyros shoot behind her back, and her manager presents her to the crowd.

John: And her opponent, escorted to the ring by Kyle Kilmeade... From Saint Petersburg, western Russia... "The Red Star"... MIKA DEMIDOV!

She then walks down the entrance aisle, scowling at the crowd and ignoring the outstretched hands who wish for a high-five, before she's offered a hand by Kyle to climb the steel steps leading into the ring. She enters the square passing between the mid and bottom ropes and, once inside, she climbs a random turnbuckle, taunting the crowd by basically screaming smack at them. After soaking in the boos, she shakes her head and leaps back into the ring and prepares for her match by heading across the ring, trash talking Harmony.

Melissa: You can hear Mika already letting Harmony know how she feels about her. Kyle’s got her boiling, no doubt.

Dante: I doubt she needed much help. She’s had enough issues with Harmony for some time now, and I’m sure she’d be as bitter now with or without her manager.

The Londoner moves forward to meet the Russian in the middle of the ring, staring her down as Mika continued to run her mouth to her as Roger Weatherby attempted to separate them only for Demidov to suddenly deliver a thumb to Harmony’s eye. Weatherby called for the bell while Burroughs took two steps backward as she tried to clear her vision only for Mika to launch herself towards her opponent with a Thesz press. Landing on top of her opponent the Red Star fired off right and left hands into her face only rolling away and to her feet as the official demanded separation and started using his count, threatening to disqualify the blonde.

Dante: And it’s already begun. No one wants to see a disqualification, but you just know that this thing could go off at any time.

Harmony started to rise to her feet only for Mika to already be on the move, coming back off the ropes and caught her foe with a big boot to the side of her face that caused her to stagger for a moment before Mika took her to the mat with the Hiptoss of Doom and fell straight into the cover.

O-

Melissa: Super early pinfall attempt, and the referee couldn’t even barely get into position to start a count.

Dante: Pinning someone after a hip toss….the mind games are underway.

Harmony kicked out before the one count could even be made and Mika nipped to her feet, hands raised as she was making the Russian sign for victory with the small, middle and ring fingers, revelling in the boos of the crowd. Harmony got to her feet and Mika went straight back on the attack, driving European uppercuts into Harmony’s jaw. The Englishwoman was forced backwards by the blows as Mika connected with four before she grabbed hold of her foes head, sending her down to the mat with a snapmare. As she sat on the mat, Demidov drove a soccer style kick into her back, following it up with a knee into the top of her spine that she held there as she locked in a rear chinlock. Harmony began to rise to her feet, Mika transitioning the hold into a side headlock that she wrenched in tighter.

Melissa: I didn’t think Harmony was going to stay long in that hold, and here she is already back on her vertical base.

The Londoner got back to her feet, the former SVW Champion holding onto the headlock tightly only for Harmony to walk her backwards into the ring ropes and shoot her off out of the headlock and across the ring. Mika came back and ran straight into a shoulder that saw her stagger backwards two steps before she regained her balance and quickly tried to keep the upper hand by executing a drop toe hold that sent the brunette face first into the canvas and allowed Mika to float over and lock in another side headlock on Harmony, seeming to recline on the canvas as she applied it tightly.

Dante: Mika’s really working that headlock, isn’t she? She’s trying to drain some of the fire out of Harmony. Good luck with that.

Once again Harmony started to push up to her feet, Mika wrenching on the hold further as the Londoner got to her knees and continued to slowly push up, getting her feet underneath her before she lifted Mika up off her feet and dropped her backwards with a side suplex that garnered her the release of the hold. Harmony rolled away and came to her feet at the same time as her opponent. The Red Star advanced towards her and got caught with a roundhouse kick from Harmony’s long legs. Mika staggered and received another that dropped her momentarily down to one knee and as Demidov pushed back to her feet, the Englishwoman caught her with a running clothesline. The blonde rolled back to her feet only to catch a dropkick to her face  that knocked her back down to the mat. Again Mika tried to rise and again she found herself caught and sent back to the mat with a swiftly executed swinging neckbreaker. As soon as they landed, Harmony immediately made the cover on her opponent.

One…

Dante: Yeah. Just like that hip toss earlier, that wasn’t going to work this quickly. Harmony’s not going to catch a quick surprise fall on Mika. And that works both ways actually.

Mika kicked out just as Weatherby made the one count and Harmony brought her up to her feet and jerked her forward into a raised knee to the gut. She followed it up with a second knee into the gut and then a third before she Irish whipped the Russian grappler across the ring and into the corner, following in close behind her and delivered a running knee to her gut. The Englishwoman took a step to the side and took a hold of the top rope as Mika leaned forward, holding her stomach as the long legged British vixen began to fire off side kicks with her long legs, driving her boot into Mika’s chest. Weatherby told her to let Mika out of the corner as subjected to the barrage of kicks, using his count only to see Harmony fire off a side kick into Mika’s jaw on four before she reeled away. Mika stepped forward and Harmony scooped her off her feet and slammed the Russian into the mat before she stepped back into the corner, pushing up onto the middle turnbuckle and fell forward into an elbow drop to Mika’s chest before she made the cover, hooking the leg as she did so.

One…

Tw-

Melissa: Way too early again. Not sure if this is part of her plan, or Harmony just wants to be done with Mika as soon as possible.

Dante: She’s not doing herself any favors with these quick covers, especially if she thinks Mika’s gonna fall for them.

Mika kicked out once more and Harmony pulled her to her feet and into a snap suplex. Again the Englishwoman got back to her feet, pulling Mika upwards and delivered a series of knife edge chops to her chest forcing her back to the ropes before she sent her in for the ride and on her return delivered a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Mika rolled away only for Harmony to follow behind her and deliver two stomps to her back before she left her feet, connecting with a knee drop to the spine that caused Mika to cry out in pain. Again the Russian found herself brought back to her feet and whipped across the ring into the corner. Demidov hit the corner back first and Harmony charged in close behind her, leaving her feet to deliver a high knee into her chest. Immediately the British Vixen pulled the blonde out of the corner and once more fired her across the ring. This time she measured Mika up as the blonde hit the corner before she moved towards her, diving into a handspring enzuigiri that only got air as Mika dove out of the way.

Dante: Mika’s got tremendous reflexes, and you are seeing them right there! All Harmony got there was imagination.

The two wrestlers turned around to face each other; Harmony quickly trying to pull Mika upwards only for the Russian to catch her with a low blow on the blind side of the referee. Harmony froze up as the blow connected, allowing Mika to lift her up off her feet and she fell backwards dropping the Englishwoman on her face with a flapjack. Harmony instantly tried to push up to all fours only for Demidov to move around her and wrapping her arms around her waist as she jerked her to her feet and snapped off a German suplex that saw Harmony land on her back and shoulders. Mika took a moment after delivering the move before she sat up and returned to her feet as Harmony did likewise and Demidov lashed out as quick as a cobra to catch her with a throat thrust. Harmony gasped for breath as Mika grabbed hold of her head and pulled her forward before she crashed her head face first into the top turnbuckle ten times in quick succession before she yanked backwards on her hair to slam her down to the mat.

Melissa: A hair pull into a slam puts Harmony down. Sometimes having long hair as a wrestler can work as a detriment in there.

Dante: I’m sure Mika wouldn’t mind if she yanked out a few clumps anyway.

Again Mika played to the crowd, their deafening boos making her smile grow even wider as she walked away from Harmony. As the Englishwoman pushed up to her feet, Mika charged towards her and caught her in the midsection with a piston kick, driving her boot into her gut that caused the brunette to step backwards, Mika following it up with a spinning backfist. Harmony spun and dropped to one knee, the Russian Red Star moving quickly around behind her and thrust the sole of her boot into her spine causing her to topple forward and catch herself over the middle rope. Immediately the blonde dove on top of her back forcing her throat into the rope as Mika pulled it upwards, doing everything that she can to choke her out. Weatherby instantly started the count on her, Mika using all of it before pushing away at 4.9. Immediately the blonde went straight back to the well, holding it again for the full duration of the referee’s count moving away once again a heartbeat before she would get disqualified.

Melissa: Mika’s flirting with a disqualification here, and absolutely no one in the arena here in St. Paul wants to see that.

Harmony pushed away from the ropes, gasping for breath as the official reprimanded Mika who rolled her eyes at him and pushed past him as the brunette got her feet underneath, grabbing her arms from behind and pulled her into the Russian Suplex backslide pin. Weatherby slid into position to make the count.

One…

Two…

...T-

Dante: That suplex was a thing of beauty, but it didn’t secure the victory. Something tells me Mika doesn’t mind having to pound on Harmony a little longer.

Harmony kicked out of the pinfall attempt and landed on her knees, pushing up to her feet only for Mika to grab hold of her arm and twist it up her back for a hammerlock. She applied the hold tightly, trash talking Harmony as she did so before delivering a short kick into the back of one of her knees, causing it to buckle and sending her down to one knee momentarily. Harmony pushed straight back up and Mika delivered another kick to the back of her knee, sending her down again as she was seeming to toy with her as Harmony again rose, only to get knocked back to her knees once again with another kick to the back of her knee. This time, Mika followed it up before Harmony could rise with a knee into her back before she transitioned into a standing hammerlock DDT - the Golden Buster. As Mika rolled over and made the cover, hooking Harmony’s leg as she did so.

Melissa: GOLDEN BUSTER! One of Mika’s favorites for the win!

One…

Two…

...THR-

Dante: Nope. I would assume that no one knows Mika’s moves like someone who used to be her best friend.

Harmony kicked out once more and rolled onto her front as Mika got to her feet and moved to stand in front of the Englishwoman as she made it back to all fours, telling her that it was only right she should bow before an Empress a large shit eating grin on her face as she did so before she left her feet and delivered a double foot stomp to Harmony’s shoulder blades that sent her face first into the canvas. Mika quickly dropped to her knees, straddling her opponent’s back and slapped the back of her skull four times before using both of her hands to press her face into the ring mat as she scraped it back and forth. Again Weatherby called for the break and saw Mika nip to her feet, pulling her opponent upwards, into a front facelock that saw her lift her foe vertically in the air before she dropped her down on her head with a brainbuster. Once more Mika rose to her feet, showing the Russian sign for victory before she pulled her rival up to her feet, hooking her head and jerking her into a lifting DDT that spiked her on her head. Mika rolled her over and made the cover.

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

Melissa: Mika’s looking for knockouts, and she’s closing in on that goal! But Harmony is still very much in this match.

Dante: She’s gonna be feeling those tomorrow no matter what happens tonight.

Harmony rolled her shoulder a moment before the three count was made; Weatherby immediately waving it off. Mika glared at him, slapping her hands together three times as she demanded the two count and he shook his head, slapping his hands together twice and then pointing to her shoulder. Mika told him his counts were slow and he was only delaying the inevitable as she got to her feet. Harmony rolled onto her hands and knees and Mika take two steps forward, delivering a kick into her ribs that saw her roll over onto her back. Mika delivered another kick into her ribs that saw the brunette roll onto her front; the Russian stomping down with her foot onto Harmony’s back, holding it there as she called her a ‘Peasant’ and ‘Scum’ and then spat at her.

Melissa: What good does it do to talk to your opponent while you are working them over, Dante?

Dante: Not much, that’s just Mika blowing off some steam. I’ve found doing that tends to fire them up more, which is why I usually don’t recommend it.

Harmony rolled to the side, pushing Mika off of her as the Russian’s spittle landed on her back. The brunette began to quickly rise to her feet looking incensed as the Russian made towards the ropes, leaping onto the middle ropes and coming back for a springboard spear that saw the British Vixen counter as she took a step backwards, caught Mika by the head and drove her down into the ring mat with a sit out facebuster. The Red Star rolled to her back and Harmony quickly took up the mount position on her chest, grabbing hold of her blonde locks and bounced Mika’s head off the ring mat like a Harlem Globetrotter was dribbling a basketball. Weatherby asked for the break and used the count, threatening to disqualify Harmony only to see her rise to her feet, pulling Mika up by the hair and hurling her across the ring with a beal.

Melissa: What a beal! Mika got launched with two handfuls of hair to help her along!

Dante: A lot more hair pulling in this match than I thought we might see. I was expecting a bit more ground and pound.

The Russian landed hard but immediately began to rise, getting to her feet as Harmony charged at her and delivered a running big boot into her face that saw her opponent stagger backwards and fall against the ropes. Mika swayed forward, coming off the ropes and straight into a kick to the gut before Harmony planted her with a corkscrew DDT. The Russian wrestler rolled away to the side, holding her head as she started to rise, making it to one knee before she was knocked down again by Harmony with a shining wizard; the brunette falling on top of her to make the cover and hook the leg.

One…

Two…

...TH-

Dante: Concussive impact off that kick to Mika’s head, but the “Empress” isn’t known for going down that easily.

Mika kicked out of the cover and once more started to try and rise back to her feet as Harmony accepted the confirmed two count from the official before coming to her feet and stalking Mika. As Mika got to her feet, Harmony was stood behind her, capturing her arms before she flipped her over and dropped her down on the back of her head and shoulders with a dragon suplex. As Harmony released her and came to her feet, Mika slumped down onto the canvas on her front and a moment later she found herself trapped in a double leg muta lock. The British Vixen interlocked her fingers underneath Mika’s chin and pulled back as far as possible as she locked in the submission causing Weatherby to drop down in front of Mika - who looked to be in a lot of pain - and asked her if she wanted to quit, getting a ‘No’ from the Russian as reached for the ropes finding them out of reach.

Melissa: As much as Mika despises Harmony now, I think she’d rather get disqualified than tap out to her.

Dante: Harmony would be perfectly content for her to pass out from the pain. I don’t think she’s that picky.

The Londoner pulled back further, causing Mika to cry out a little bit louder in pain but still refuse to quit as she planted both of her hands on the mat and pushed upwards slightly - enough for her to inch her body to the side and reach out for the ropes once more, again finding them tantalisingly just out of reach. Weatherby asked again, getting no answer as Mika focused on pushing upwards and using all her strength to move towards the ropes. Again she reached out for them as Harmony pulled back more; Mika crying out yet again but refusing to quit as she was still slightly short. Her hand began to waver over the mat as she looked to be about to tap out only for Kyle to grab hold of her hand from the outside and jerk her to the side, Mika gratefully grasping the bottom rope.

Dante: I’m surprised it took this long for the new Aggression General Manager to insert himself into this match.

Melissa: Of course not, he’s out here to save her ass whenever he can. I’m sure it won’t be the last time, though it’d be nice if it was.

Weatherby immediately called for the break, instructed Kyle to return to a neutral corner and began the count on Harmony who released on four and rolled away to the side. Harmony glared at Kyle on the outside who returned her glare before he applauded Mika and tried to rally her back into the contest. The Red Star started to pull herself up using the ropes, holding her back as she got to her knees and rested over the middle rope as Harmony stepped out to the apron, keeping her eyes on Kyle as she took off and delivered a guilottine leg drop across the back of her foe’s neck. Mika fell backwards into the ring, rolling away as she held her chest. Harmony stepped back through the ring ropes, delivering knees into her opponent’s midsection as she brought her back to her feet and walked her over towards the ropes, hooking her head and used the ropes to flip her over and slam her down with a shiranui. Once more Harmony made the cover and hooked Mika’s leg.

Melissa: You want to talk about some serious impact?! There it is, and Harmony may have it!

One…

Two…

...THRE-

Dante: Close but no cigar, and there’s no smoking in the Xcel Energy Center!

The Red Star’s shoulder popped up to break up the cover before she rolled to the side as Harmony confirmed the two count with the referee and the Englishwoman pulled her opponent upwards and away from the ropes before she left her feet, delivering a lungblower to her that saw Mika writhe on the mat holding her chest in pain. Harmony once more pulled her upright, whipping her into the ropes and this time as the former SVW Champion came back towards her, the London born wrestler delivered a wheelbarrow DDT that planted her face first into the canvas. Quickly Harmony came to her feet and pointed to the top rope, the crowd getting louder in it’s cheers as she walked towards it and quickly scaled the turnbuckles, getting to the top rope and looking back towards Mika still laid out on the mat and launched herself into a moonsault. As Harmony was mid-flight, Kyle slid halfway underneath the bottom rope, grabbing hold of Mika’s feet and yanked her out of the ring.

Melissa: Are you kidding me?! Why doesn’t the referee throw that guy out of here?

Dante: Might be afraid of losing his job. After all, Kyle’s back in power again as the new head of Aggression.

The British Vixen managed to adjust her position in mid air to land on her feet, finding her balance quickly she turned to stare at her opponent and manager on the outside and instantly broke into a sprint diving through the ropes with a suicide dive that caught Mika flush, causing them both to land in a heap. The referee ordered Kyle to back away from the pair as Harmony started to rise, pulling the recovering Mika upwards and sliding her back into the ring where Weatherby checked on her. As he was doing so Harmony climbed up onto the apron and was about to follow her back into the ring only for Kyle to jerk her feet out from under her, causing her to hit the ring apron jaw first as she fell to the floor; the manager quickly moving around the ring and away from the fallen wrestler.

Melissa; This is beyond ridiculous! Why don’t we just call this what it’s becoming? A handicap match.

Dante: Any match with him ringside is a handicap match. Harmony should have expected this.

Harmony started to pull herself upwards as Mika was back on her feet already and the blonde sneered as she launched herself into a baseball slide straight into Harmony’s face, sending her backwards into the barrier. As Weatherby started to count the two wrestlers out, Mika pulled Harmony away from the barrier and scooped her off her feet as she dropped her face first into the top of the steel steps. Without wasting anytime the self proclaimed Empress jerked Harmony to her feet and looked as though she was going to Irish whip her the length of the ring only to jerk her back and send her crashing back into the ring steps. Harmony collapsing to a sitting position against the steps with her back in pain as the Russian backed away, measured her up and came charging forward looking to drive a knee into her face only for Harmony to dive out of the way as Mika’s knee slammed into the metal. The Russian’s eyes went wide in pain as she turned around and found Harmony scrambling to her feet. Mika advanced towards her and got a kick to the kneecap that had just met the steel steps for her troubles, stopping her in her tracks as Harmony delivered a second before she rolled her into the ring and followed in after her.

Dante: Harmony’s taking the legs out, primarily at the knee’s insertion point. That’s not a bad strategy at all.

Melissa: She realizes she has to do whatever she can! And if she wants to belt Kilmeade, no one in St. Paul would be too upset.

Harmony pushed up to her feet as Mika had made it to a sitting position holding her knee as she pushed back away from her foe, only for the brunette to come forward and delivered a running boot to her face knocking her back to the canvas. The English born wrestler wrestler pulled her foe upwards, lifting her off her feet and slammed her down on the injured knee with a knee breaker. She dropped the blonde to the mat, as she immediately wrapped her hands over her knee cap once more and Harmony started to stomp away on the joint, delivering six stomps to her. Weatherby ordered her to move away only to see the brunette move around to Mika’s feet, grabbing hold of her by the ankle before she locked in the figure four leg lock, putting all the pressure on Mika’s knee; Harmony perfectly positioned in the ring with her back against the nearest ropes. Weatherby dropped down next to Mika to ask her if she wanted to quit and got a ‘No’ from the woman.

Dante: All that knee work is paying off, and Harmony’s working on it like a drill. But like we mentioned, I don’t think either of them will quit to the other.

Melissa: You may be right there. There’s just too much animosity between these two former best friends.

In response Harmony began to bridge upwards to increase the pressure, transitioning the figure four into The Fermata. Weatherby again asked Mika if she wanted to quit, the Russian shaking her head in refusal as she pulled at her hair and clawed at her face in pain. Weatherby asked again getting another refusal from the Russian, his attention entirely focused on the blonde as Kyle moved to stand in front of Harmony and in one easy movement he threw a handful of salt into her eyes, blinding her. Harmony released the hold and rolled away, wiping her eyes to try and clear her vision. Mika rolled away and forced herself to get up to her feet, grimacing as she hobbled around the temporary blinded Harmony, suddenly grabbing her from behind and delivering the Do Svidanya side Russian legsweep clutch backbreaker. Harmony collapsed into the mat and Mika fell on top of her, grabbing both of her legs and stacking them up as she made the pin.

Melissa: DO SVIDANYA!! That’s gotta be all!

One…

Two…

...THREE!!!!

Dante: And it is!

Weatherby called for the bell and helped Mika to her feet raising her hand in victory.

John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall…”THE RED STAR” MIKA DEMIDOV!!!

Melissa: With a little help from her manager, Mika’s picked up a tainted win here. And whether these two end up on separate shows or not, I have this overwhelming sense that the animosity isn’t going anywhere.

Harmony rolled onto her front, her vision clearing as she held her back and met eyes with Kyle Kilmeade as he was about to enter the ring; the man froze as the British wrestler suddenly scrambled towards him, sliding out of the ring and chasing after Kyle as he did his best Usain Bolt impression, rounding the ring and slid underneath the bottom rope in front of Mika as Harmony was millimetres away from catching him and slid in after him. As she came to her feet to continue her pursuit, Mika to launched herself at her and catch her with a spear to the midsection that folded Harmony up on the canvas. From her knees the Russian stared coldly at Harmony as she cradled her gut for a moment before the former SVW Champion pulled her upright and threw her up into the air and drove her face first into the mat with the Soviet Burial powerbomb lift facebuster.

Melissa: Damn it, I was hoping she was going to catch him! But Mika stopped that. This thing….this is far from over! And Kilmeade may have managed to enrage Harmony more than usual after tonight.

Dante: Imagine if she gets drafted to Aggression…

As Harmony lay motionless on the mat, Mika placed her foot upon her and once more used her small, middle and ring fingers to make the Russian sign for victory, holding it aloft in the air to the boos from the crowd. Kyle was grinning as he joined Mika, raising her arm aloft as the show cut elsewhere.





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The show airs a clip of the recent theft of the Midas Touch contract by David Cyclone, and his promo about what Steph has to do to get it back. The cold look on Steph’s face is the final image before we go back to the live show at ringside.

Dante: I can’t wait for this! I have been looking forward to this match for weeks, and the time has come, folks.

Melissa: I don’t think anyone has pissed Steph Stefano off more than David Cyclone, and I have a feeling this won’t be a technical classic!

John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

The beat to Jungle by X Ambassadors, Jamie N Commons kicks into the sound system, as David Cyclone makes his way from behind the curtain holding a Lucozade bottle in his right hand. Blue lights flash around the arena as he makes his way to the ring, shrugging off the crowd as he walks down the aisle. In his hand is the briefcase with his face on the side of it.

John: Making his way down the aisle, from Bournemouth, England. Weighing 226 lbs, “Mr Main Event” David…Cyclone!!!!

He takes a swig of his drink and spits it out in the air as he walks up the ring steps and struts along the ring apron. He enters the ring through the top and middle rope and walks over to the furthest turnbuckle. He climbs up onto the second rope and poses for the crowd, then places the briefcase in his corner.

Melissa: He brought the briefcase with him, Dante. There it is with his face on the side of it. I’m not sure that was a smart idea.

Dante: I’m going to agree with you tentatively. He may be looking to use it as a weapon somewhere in this match. I wouldn’t put it past him.

“A little wicked... That’s what he calls me... ‘Cause that’s what I am...
...That’s what I am.”


The arena is bathed in green spotlights as Christian Kincaid stops after coming through the curtain at the top of the ramp. He smiles slightly, looking back behind him as Stephanie Stefano emerges shortly after him in her ring gear with a leather jacket as she stares out at the crowd over her newspaper. She continues to stand with Kincaid who takes the now rolled up newspaper from her that she has in hand. Finally the two of them walk to the ring, dead set as Steph finishes up wrapping her left hand.

“No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne,
No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.
Beware the patient woman, cause this much I know,
No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.”


John: From Berkeley, California and weighing in tonight at 170 pounds... Accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid... She is THE WITCH OF WALL STREET... THIS IS *THE* STEPH STEFANO!

“CAUSE I AM, I AM A LITTLE WICKED! I AM, I AM...!
HANDS RED, HANDS RED JUST LIKE HE SAID!
I AM...A LITTLE WICKED.”


The wicked witch of wall street stands in the center of the ring, wrists crossed and head bowed  as the green spotlights bathe her while CK is leaned in the corner with a smirk before her song fades out and the lighting returns to normal.

Melissa: Steph Stefano may look cool, calm, and collected. But I have a feeling as soon as the bell rings, that---

Melissa gets cut off as the bell rings, and Steph takes off towards Cyclone who tries to go through the ropes to the floor. She catches him by the tights, and pulls him back inside before unloading with a volley of furious rights and lefts to both sides of his head. The crowd erupts as she does so before she starts hammering forearms. Cyclone tries to cover up with both arms, but gets fired across to the far side with an Irish whip. As soon as he rebounds. Steph uses a Thesz press to take him down and resume wailing away with furious rights. She finally rolls off after he shoves her to the mat. But when he goes to get up, she grabs his head and drives it into the middle turnbuckle with a bulldog. He staggers backwards as she hops up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside with a diving clothesline that puts Cyclone down again.

Dante: David Cyclone has put Steph into a rage, which he tends to do with all his opponents. But he may not survive this one!

Melissa: He’s had this coming, and Steph has had weeks and weeks to plot every single second of the pain she plans to inflict on the man holding her contract hostage!

She pulls him to his feet into a front facelock before ramming knees into his chest and face. It wobbles him backwards after she lets go, and he gets fired into the far corner. Cyclone strikes back first before Steph bolts towards him with an avalanche splash. He stumbles a couple steps to the left as Steph rebounds off the far side again, this time returning with a massive lariat that sends him over the top rope and bouncing off the apron to the floor. The brunette wastes no time whatsoever as she rolls out under the bottom rope to go after him.

Melissa: What a clothesline! Cyclone nearly flipped inside out, and the Miss Match of the Year isn’t going to give him a second of rest!

Dante: I’ve not seen too many people put Steph in this frame of mind, and we may not see anyone else try to do it again!

Steph moved around the corner, picking up the briefcase with Cyclone’s face on it staring back at her. As he began to get up, Steph ran at him, and clocked him upside the head with it as Christian was talking with referee Rudy Palmer. Cyclone dropped like a rock as Steph headed around the next corner, handing the briefcase to Christian to a pop from the crowd. She turned back around, cracked her knuckles, and headed towards her opponent on the floor.

Dante: Steph’s got that briefcase back, and now...now it’s time to settle this thing once and for all. Services for Mr. Cyclone will be tomorrow at 2pm.

Melissa: I hope they get a better briefcase for it than that stupid looking one with his face plastered all over it.

David started to get to his feet as Steph pulled him up the rest of the way by the head. She went to drive his head into the steps, but he blocked it with his foot and reversed the move. Stefano’s head bounced off the ring steps, and Cyclone yanked her around to DDT her to the floor. He checked his head to see if he was bleeding after being hit with his briefcase, and discovered he wasn’t. As a result, he began to put the boots to the brunette before dragging her to her feet and driving her back into the ring apron. It caused Steph to freeze up before Cyclone rolled her back into the ring. He glanced over to see Christian with the briefcase, and then dove across Steph looking for a cover.

Dante: A little too much wasted motion here before the cover, but we’ll see what happens.

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

NOPE!!

Stefano kicked out at two. “Mr. Main Event” got back to his feet not long before Steph began to do the same. He fired a series of elbow smashes into her head as soon as she was vertical. A spinning heel kick to the chest sent her backwards into the ropes.

Melissa: There was no way he was going to get a fall after wasting all that time looking for that stupid looking briefcase.

Dante: You have to remember he doesn’t care that much about this match. He came into it with what he wanted, now he’ll have to go get it back from Christian who I imagine will be ready for that.

As Steph pushed off the ropes, Cyclone scooped her up over his shoulder and bolted across the ring with a running powerslam. He quickly got to his feet, and headed for the nearest corner before coming off with a diving leg drop across her chest. Before she could try to sit up, he drove repeated elbows into the side of her head. Rising back to his feet, he pulled her with him and delivered a Northern Lights suplex into a bridge. Palmer dove into position to make the count.

Dante: That’s a textbook Northern Lights suplex, and he might have something here.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOPE!!

Steph kicked out again, making Cyclone get back to his feet with a shake of his head. He shouted at her to get up, which she was in the process of doing. He then grabbed her hands, and ran up her body to deliver a hurricanrana. Cyclone immediately sat up with a grin forming on his face.

Melissa: He calls that the SILVER CYCLONE, and you can see his confidence level rising by the second now that he’s in control of this match.

Dante: It doesn’t take much for him to feel confident. He probably has that same look when he uses a coupon at the grocery store.

David headed for the corner again, climbing up to the top rope and holding his arms out for the crowd to show him love. No one did, and he shook his head and launched into a moonsault from the top rope. Unfortunately for him, Steph rolled out of the way and he hit the canvas instead. Christian shouted encouragement to Steph as the fans were getting behind her as well once more. She started to get back to her feet, looking over at Cyclone with disdain.

Melissa: Cyclone was looking for a moonsault splash, but Steph drained the pool! Her facial expression tells you everything you need to know.

Dante: He took too much time up there, trying to get this St. Paul crowd to show him some love. And that’s not going to happen anytime soon, if ever.

When her opponent started to rise to his feet, Steph fired him chest first into the corner. He hung there for a moment before she barreled in behind him with repeated knee strikes to his back. She lowered her shoulder to do more damage with some shoulder thrusts before connecting with an inverted headlock backbreaker. The former “Witch of Wall Street” stomped away at his back a few times as he fell to the mat, and then pulled him back to his feet. He was sent into the near side ropes, only to be caught on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

Melissa: Steph’s getting back to what she does best, and that’s those backbreakers. With every shot, you know part of her is hoping she’s breaking something in Cyclone’s spine.

Dante: With the way she’s been feeling, she may be doing more than hoping for that at this point.

Steph pulled Cyclone back to his feet, and then connected with a cobra clutch backbreaker. She seemed to second guess covering him before she headed for the corner. Stefano hopped up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside, and connected with a corkscrew senton across his back before she rolled him over and hooked the leg. Palmer slid into position for the count.

Dante: Not often you see Steph use a corkscrew, you can tell the difference with Christian training her. And there’s a cover!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOPE!!!

He got his shoulder up before the three came down, and Steph asked him if she was scary enough yet. One half of the Match of the Year took off for the far side as Cyclone was getting back to his feet. She rebounded quickly into a jumping reverse bulldog that planted him on the mat.

Melissa: One emphatic WALK OF SHAME, and I don’t think Steph minded him not getting pinned at all. She’s happy to beat the hell out of this asshole a little more!

She pulled him to his feet into a full nelson backbreaker. A jumping double knee drop into his lower back followed that before she pulled him into her reverse Boston crab. After all the work that had been done on his back, Cyclone shouted in pain which brought a smile to Steph’s face. Palmer dropped down in front of him to check for a submission as Steph actually told him not to quit.

Dante: Listen to her, Melissa. Steph’s got her RATINGS SPIKE locked in, and listening to Cyclone shout in pain….she’s telling him not to quit!

Melissa: It’s like we’ve been talking about, Dante. She wants to do a serious number on this guy, and I don’t think anyone can blame her!

Palmer checked again and again, still not getting an affirmative answer from Cyclone as he shouted in pain. He started using his hands, trying to claw his way towards the ropes. Steph let him get so close before she pulled him back to the center of the ring, causing him to reach desperately for the ropes. Palmer followed after him, asking yet again if he wanted to stop the match. Cyclone yanked the referee’s leg, pulling him off balance to cause him to bump heads with Steph. It made the brunette let go briefly, and Cyclone dragged himself towards the ropes. Stefano got her bearings fairly quickly as Cyclone got to his feet, and caught her coming in with his superkick! Steph fell over backwards like a tree before Cyclone lunged across her for the cover. The referee, however, was still trying to get his bearings until finally making the count.

Melissa: There’s the STORM KICK!!  Cyclone’s got the cover, but his own stupid move slowed the referee down from getting there quickly to count it!

ONE!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Steph got her shoulder up before the three struck, and Cyclone sat up on his knees. He immediately grabbed his back in pain though, and struggled to get back to his feet. He ended up dropping back to his knees, and crawling towards the corner. As he laid against the middle turnbuckle, Steph began to come around. She started back to her feet, and finally laid eyes on her opponent with his back to her.

Dante: Cyclone’s back is in agony, and he gave Steph enough time to get up. Those backbreakers are lethal, which he’s learning all too well right now.

As Steph moved towards him, Cyclone rolled to the side and used a drop toe hold to send Steph face first into the bottom turnbuckle…..with no pad! Stefano’s head snapped off the metal arm as Cyclone rolled away. Palmer’s eyes widened when he saw it, and immediately started yelling at Cyclone about it! “Mr. Main Event” ignored him as he used the ropes to get back to his feet. He headed for the other corner, and crouched down with a very pained expression on his face. Christian bolted towards his client, asking her if she was alright as Steph had a very glassy look in her eyes. Stunned and dazed with a trickle of blood coming from her forehead, she nodded slowly and tried to get back to her feet.

Melissa: Steph’s head is bleeding, and you can see by her expression that she may not know if she’s in Minnesota or Milwaukee right now.

As soon as she lumbered to her feet and turned, Cyclone sprinted towards her and folded her up with his trademark spear. He quickly went for the cover, hooking both legs as Palmer dropped to make the count.

Dante: GUT CHECK, and Cyclone’s gonna win anyway!!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Steph’s arm popped up just in time as Cyclone sat up, berating referee Rudy Palmer for not counting quickly enough. The referee still maintained it was just a two count though, causing David to head for the corner. He made his way to the top rope, favoring his back still.

Melissa: I have a feeling I know what this is going to be! Cyclone is going for that frog splash he loves to use, and I don’t think Steph will make it out of another pin attempt if he hits it!

Without much hesitation, David launched into his frog splash. But Steph rolled towards the corner. He managed to land on his feet though. As he got his balance, Steph went to grab him before he caught her with a thumb to the eye into a victory roll. Palmer dove into position as David grabbed the middle rope with both hands out of his sight!

Dante: Cyclone didn’t get the frog splash, but….victory roll! Look at this hands!!

Christian darted around the ring as Palmer made the count.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

As soon as he heard the bell, Cyclone bolted out of the ring and staggered towards the ramp. The referee went out after him to raise his hand.

Melissa: Are you kidding me?! He’s gonna win like that, like a thief in the night!

John: Here is your winner by pinfall…………’MR. MAIN EVENT DAVID CYCLONE!!!

As the referee tried to raise his hand again, Cyclone jerked it away and took off towards the back. Christian helped Steph to her feet, and she shook her head with irritation. Christian gave her the briefcase, which started to put a smile on her face.

Dante: Cyclone may have the win, but Steph has contract back. And I’d say that means as much as the victory for her.

Melissa: At least some good came out of this thing.

Steph got her bearings, and raised the briefcase over her head to a pop from the crowd. She headed for the corner, and opened the locks to open it….as rubber snakes exploded out of it all over the ring and the floor.

Melissa: You have got to be kidding me…..

Steph stood deathly still for a moment before looking back towards the ramp. She then began to shake in anger.

Dante: This…..this isn’t over, Melissa! Steph Stefano is seething….and shaking! David Cyclone better head for the airport, and get the hell out of St. Paul right now!

As Christian tried to calm her down while she shook like a leaf in anger, the show cut to a commercial for Criminal Intent.






Cajun Curiosity

The live crowd gives a very warm response as they see Cajun herself, Scarlett Kincaid, on the video wall. She’s joined by Benjamin Brown in his second appearance of the night.

Ben: I’m here now with Scarlett Kincaid, whose half-sister is just moments away from defending the SVW Championship against Emma MacNamara. Before we get to the other matters at hand, did you have any last minute thoughts or pointers as Kelly faces Emma for the first time in her career?

Scarlett ran a hand through her hair, mussing it up a little as she considered Ben’s question before straightening it back out again.

Scarlett: Honestly, Ben, if I’m her, I’m not sure I’d look for any new information or advice this late on.  I know Kelly will have already done all the work that she could possibly do ahead of this match and right now she’ll be focusing on herself and on the gameplans that she’ll have been working on ready for Emma. Maybe talking them over one last time with CK to ensure she’s got all bases covered. I can guarantee you that Kelly isn’t taking Emma lightly nor will she be intimidated or bowled over by Emma or her reputation. Personally, for what it’s worth, I’m backing Kelly one hundred and ten percent - whether this stays as a wrestling match or degenerates into a brawl, she’ll find a way to win tonight.

Ben: We’ll find out soon enough. The next thing I wanted to discuss with you is the cloud of uncertainty hanging over the entire SVW roster. Ever since your husband was named the new Uprising General Manager and confirmed this upcoming draft, the entire SVW locker room is waiting to find out where their new home in SVW is going to be. I’m sure you’d agree with me that your husband has been an agent of great change since coming to SVW, and I was curious where your head was at during all this. Where would you like to go?

Scarlett: Yeah, he’s come in and turned things on their head. Possibly...probably the most exciting time to be involved in SVW with all of the changes at a management level and the uncertainty the draft has created. Fair to say that it’s the biggest thing to have happened since Nick Flaherty first opened SVW’s doors.

For a moment, a troubled look crossed her face and she let out a sigh.

Scarlett: Where would I like to go… well, Uprising and Cody would mean there’s a pretty good chance that I start hearing the exact same things I heard for six and a half - seven years in FFW. While going to Aggression means being under the jurisdiction of Kyle Kilmeade who I can’t honestly say I’ve ever seen eye to eye with. That would certainly make my professional life… challenging, I guess that would be the best way to describe it. After all, I think I might just be one of Mika’s sworn enemies. I don’t really have much option but to let the whole draft process play out and no matter where I am at the end of it, I’ll do my best every time I step inside the ring and fight to make the most out of every opportunity that comes my way - just as I always have.

Ben: Good luck no matter which show you end up on, Mrs. Kincaid. Don’t move a muscle, fans. The main event is next!




Title: Re: SVW Rampage - December 10, 2017
Post by: SVW Front Office on December 11, 2017, 02:52:53 pm
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When the show cuts back into the arena, a spotlight hangs over John Youle as he stands in the ring with his microphone in hand.

John: The following contest is the main event of the evening, and it is scheduled for one fall for the SVW Championship!

Dante: It’s main event time, and not only is this the last match tonight. But it’s also the last time SVW will be comprised of just one roster! The draft begins Wednesday, and I encourage you all to follow both General Managers on Twitter to see where your favorite stars are going. Joining me is Missy, an ally of Emma MacNamara, and no doubt very curious where her future in SVW lies.

Missy: Thanks for having me here, Dante. And I think curious is a major understatement, not only for me but for quite a few people on the roster. For now, I’m just going to enjoy watching my girl, Emma in the last SVW match of the year!

Cradle of Filth’s “Feotus of a New Day Kicking” thunders out of the sound system, dousing the arena in noise as the lights turn blue and black. From the back first steps Ryan Mackenzie. As the curtain closes behind him, dry ice comes up from the stage. He turns himself towards the curtain and extends his arm, as though waiting for someone. As the music changes to something much less showy, Emma MacNamara steps out from behind the curtain, smirking as the crowd jeer her.

John: Introducing first, from Glasgow, Scotland, at a weight of 140 pounds, she is “The Pretty Little Psycho”, EMMA MACNAMARA!

The pair at the top of the ramp ignore the jeers and start their journey down the ramp, the woman about half a step in front of Ryan. The reach the bottom of the ramp and Emma heads for the stairs while Ryan pulls himself up onto the apron, and sits on the middle rope to allow Emma through.

Danger warning levels hissed out loud,
I saw the silver lining hidden in the mushroom cloud
Now I’m reeling from the shock at Ground Zero!
If yesterday you would have stood up proud,
Then why tonight are you in with the stoning crowd?
Now I breathe through the feotus of a new day kicking!


Stepping through the ropes, Emma heads for her corner where she stands on the middle rope, looking out to the crowd in silence and a deadpan expression before hopping down to meet Ryan in the corner. The two share words as the music fades out.

Dante: Emma MacNamara is no stranger to gold, but the SVW Championship is a title that has eluded her for some time. She got her first chance at it inside the Chamber last year at Climax, but never one on one like this.

Missy: Emma has gone from strength to strength this year, she is primed to take this match and the gold tonight!

The arena falls dark as the opening of “Blonde, Bad and Beautiful” by Airbourne plays, Kelly explodes upward out of the middle of the stage as though shot out of a cannon, landing a perfect front somersault in a shower of blue sparks. As she lands she holds her title belt high over her head. The girl is joined by Christian Kincaid on the stage. Turning to face her husband, she turns to face him, giving him a big hug as she plants a kiss to his lips. As the music starts to pick up pace once more she starts to run toward the ring, performing a quick cartwheel into a handspring before sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Using the momentum to her advantage, the former acrobat forward rolls to her feet and leaps onto the middle rope. She springboards off the ropes into a backflip and heads towards the corner. The former acrobat runs straight up the pads. Stopping on the top turnbuckle she blows a kiss to the fans, holds her title belt high in the air and then corkscrew flips back to the mat, facing the middle of the ring as she lands.

John: From Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York, 5’5” tall, weighs 115 lbs and is accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid. She is the REIGNING & DEFENDING SVW CHAMPION...Please welcome...KELLY KINCAID!!!

Dante: It was at Extreme Prejudice when Kelly Kincaid captured her second SVW Championship! And while she and Emma may never be friends, their managers certainly don’t get along either. Knowing that Christian manages you, you could be of two minds about this. I’m sure you support Emma, but likely don’t want to see your manager lose control of the title as well.

Missy: I of course support Emma 100%, and I would love to see her leave with the title. I know that Kelly is an amazing competitor though, so she isn’t going to make it easy for her to do. As for Christian, I don’t feel like he loses anything really if the title switches hands. It’s more Kelly that loses out on it.

Referee Angela Rocca takes the title from Kelly, and holds it high above her head before she calls for the bell to start the match. The ring announcer takes the title with him to the floor as Kelly and Emma stare across at one another from their corners. Both women head for the center, going nose to nose for a moment before Emma starts bad mouthing her. Kelly doesn’t show much response to it, instead letting Emma continue to talk trash until she points down to Christian. Emma tells her he was hers before he was Kelly’s. The blonde looks behind her at her husband in the corner, and fires with a straight right hand to Emma’s head. The crowd immediately gets behind her as she unloads with repeated shots one after another, backing her into the ropes. Kelly fires her across to the far side, and ducks a clothesline from Emma on the rebound. The challenger stops herself before she hits the ropes again, only to turn into a superkick to the mouth that sends her through the ropes to the floor.

Dante: Emma started trying to get inside Kelly’s head to start this match, and did she ever get her jaw jacked for it! Emma damn near went over the top rope right there!

Missy: One thing I’ve learned, trying to use someone’s significant other as a way to antagonise your opponent never usually ends well for you. In most cases it just fires them up more.

Ryan moved around the corner, and helped a dazed Emma to her feet. Kelly used the opportunity to take off for the far side. She rebounded quickly before Ryan and Emma looked up, and she landed on them both with a suicide dive to the floor. The crowd ate it up as Kelly got back to her feet, pulling Emma up and bouncing her head off the apron a couple times. She scooped her up and shoved her back into the ring under the bottom rope before rolling back inside herself. Emma started to rise, only to catch a running kneelift to the face as Kelly darted towards her. The challenger wobbled backwards again, and Kelly hooked her head into a springboard tornado DDT.

Dante: Even Ryan got a little of the action there, and the SVW Champion is absolutely dominant here in the early moments. Emma has to find a way to break this rising momentum!

Missy: The thing to remember with Emma is she is used to taking a whole heap load of punishment, and keeping going. She’ll get her stride soon enough, just watch.

The champion started to pull her back to her feet when Emma began to rise. She hooked her head for something, but it didn’t connect when Emma ended up driving her backwards into the corner. It knocked the wind out of Kelly before Emma began driving shoulder thrusts into her body repeatedly. The challenger finally raised up, and drove a series of repeated elbows into the side of her head. Kelly was fired across to the far side, catching the turnbuckles chest first as Emma barreled in behind her with a splash. A short arm clothesline put the champion down on the mat before Emma began grinding the heel of her boot against Kelly’s face. The crowd only gave her boos for this, which she largely ignored before delivering a knee drop into Kelly’s head.

Missy: What did I tell you? Emma is starting to get into her stride now and will dole back what Kelly gave her and probably more besides!

Dante: To compete in the divisions Emma tends to, you have to be able to take a hellacious beating. And you’re right, she’s more than capable of returning the favor.

Emma finally rolled her onto her stomach, and mounted her back before she started scrubbing her face against the mat. She pulled her head up with both hands, and then began tearing at her face with fingers in both sides of her mouth. The referee told her to release the hold, which she did at four and resumed again immediately. Another four count followed that as Emma got to her feet, and shoved the referee backwards.

Dante: Emma’s enjoying herself in there, but she better keep her hands off the referee. She’s not going to be taking any gold home on a disqualification.

Missy: Things can get a little heated in the spur of the moment when you’re in the ring, but she does need to try and save that for Kelly not the referee.

Kelly started to push up to her hands and knees, and Emma raked her boot laces across the blonde’s face as a result. It blinded her, causing her to fall to lean against the ropes. Emma bounced off the far side and jumped onto her back, throttling Kelly’s neck across the middle rope repeatedly. She slid to her feet, and then simply choked her against the ropes. Rocca started counting again, which she broke on four. She finally backed away as the referee checked on the champion, and Kelly pulled herself to her feet with the help of the top rope. Emma seemed to measure her from the other side of the ring, waiting on her to get back up before she bolted towards her in a sprint. Emma left her feet, looking for a hurricanrana. But Kelly caught her as she landed on her shoulders, spun around, and powerbombed her into the corner. Emma’s head bounced off the top turnbuckle before she crumpled to the mat.

Dante: I’ve never seen Kelly use a powerbomb, and Emma Mac’s head snapped with a sickening impact off the top turnbuckle!

Missy: Sickening is right! She’ll be feeling the effect of that, and I dare say Kelly might be too. It takes up a lot of energy to pull off a move like that.

Kelly pulled herself together, and then dragged Emma by the feet out of the corner. She rolled her up with a hook of both legs. Rocca slid into position for the cover.

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

T-NOPE!!

Emma kicked out, but clutched the back of her head and neck on the mat. Kelly crawled away, and got back to her feet. The champion looked a bit dazed herself still as she leaned against the ropes with Christian encouraging her to stay on Emma and not give her time like this.

Missy: It was a little ambitious of Kelly I think to attempt a cover just yet, it takes a hell of a lot to keep Emma down. As usual though Christian seems to be giving his client good advice, you can’t give Emma an inch if you want to have any chance with her.

Kelly finally started moving again, and dragged Emma back to her feet. A trio of European uppercuts rocked the challenger backwards. Emma was still favoring her neck, which Kelly capitalized on by grabbing her head and bringing her down with a swinging neckbreaker. The champion dropped to a seat on the canvas, applying a sleeper with a body scissors on the challenger when she sat up. Kincaid fell backwards to her side, locking the hold in as well as her legs around Emma’s waist to put her out.

Missy: This is not a good position for Emma to be in. She needs to try and find some kind of escape and quickly… which I have no doubt at all that she will do!

Dante: Kelly’s looking to put Emma to sleep, because I’m not sure she’s going to get a submission from the challenger. Very few can make Emma quit, and I don’t think she’d ever quit with Kelly.

The referee dropped down in front of Emma, asking if she wanted to quit. But the challenger showed no interest in that as she tried to reach for the ropes. None were within arm’s reach though, while Kelly started stretching Emma’s body by pulling on her waist her legs and arching back with her head. Ryan moved around in front of her with his hands on the bottom rope, slyly trying to push it towards her hand as the referee was watching Emma. This drew Christian around the corner as he saw what Ryan was doing, and caused Emma’s fiance to step away.

Missy: You can’t really blame Ryan for trying to help Emma, but you’ve got to get up pretty early in the morning to get something like that passed Christian! He’s an eagle eyed manager!

Dante: There’s not much loveloss between those two, and I’m not surprised he’s keeping a very close eye on Ryan. I would too.

Emma continued to reach, starting to kick her legs too. But her movements were becoming more lethargic, causing her eyelids to look heavier. Kelly kept the hold locked in as the referee lifted Emma’s arm. It dropped once and then twice. When she lifted it a third time, it fell halfway before Emma rolled onto her back with Kelly under her. The official immediately began counting!

Dante: I think Emma’s about….LOOK AT THAT!! She’s gonna pin Kelly in her own hold!!

ONE!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TH-NOPE!!

Kelly broke the hold and shoved Emma off to stop the count. She sat up quickly, making sure it was just a two count as Emma rolled into the ropes as Ryan tried to revive her.

Missy: There’s not many that could counter a hold like that with a pin attempt, while they are half unconscious, but Emma did it with style!

Ryan patted her cheek quickly, trying to bring her around as she pulled herself up to her feet on the apron outside the ring. Kelly quickly got to her feet, and darted for the far side. The champion rebounded and left her feet with a flying shoulder tackle...but Ryan jerked Emma off the apron to the floor. Kelly went sailing over the top rope, and crashed on the floor ringside. Immediately the referee started reading Ryan the riot act as Emma stumbled to the apron. Her fiance hopped up onto the apron, engaging the referee as Emma started pulling up the ringside mats to expose the concrete floor.

Missy: Ouch! That’s gonna leave a mark for Kelly and Emma has something in mind, that will probably leave even more of a mark. I’d hate to be in Kelly’s shoes right now…

Dante: Rocca’s giving Ryan the riot act right now, but I think that’s exactly what he wants. Because Emma’s looking to do some serious damage now!

Emma pulled Kelly’s head between her legs, and hoisted her up for a piledriver. The blonde collapsed to the floor in a heap, as Emma sat with a pleased look on her face. She pulled the blonde up, and chunked her back into the ring. Ryan hopped down off the apron like clockwork as Emma slid inside after the champion. She made a cover with a hook of the leg.

Dante: Emma may have knocked Kelly out with that piledriver, and a new SVW Champion is 3 seconds away!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!

Kelly’s shoulder came up a second before the three, and caused the challenger to grumble for a moment. She rose back to her feet, and headed for the corner to make her way up top. She raised her fingers to make a cutting motion.

Missy: How the hell did Kelly kick out of that one?! Nevermind though, Emma hasn’t finished with her yet!

She waved Kelly to get to her feet, which the blonde was slow in doing. Christian moved around to the nearest side of the ring to his wife, letting her know what Emma was planning to do. Kelly showed no signs of hearing him though as she started to push to her feet. But just as Emma was about to jump, Kelly charged the corner and caused her to land straddling the top turnbuckle. The crowd came to life as Emma froze in place, in agonizing pain. Kelly climbed up with her, snapping her arms around her waist.

Dante: I couldn’t tell if Kelly heard her husband, but clearly she did! And I have a feeling that while Emma won’t be playing with scissors, she may be about to CRASH AND BURN!!

Missy: Poor Emma, I can feel her pain from here… that is… ouch!

Without a second of hesitation, Kelly launched off the top rope with her moonsault belly to belly suplex! Emma bounced off the mat as Kelly hooked the outside leg for the cover as the crowd counted it with the referee!

Missy: Dammit, this isn’t looking good for Emma. This could be Kelly about to retain.

ONE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-DING DING DING!!

The referee’s hand never touched for three when she heard the bell ring, looking over to the timekeeper to see Ryan had rung the bell himself.

Dante: That wasn’t three! Ryan rang the bell!!

Missy: I have a bad history with other people ringing the bell…. But I can’t really complain at Emma not getting a full three count against her.

The referee had enough, and immediately rolled out to the floor. She got in Ryan’s face, screaming at him and telling him he was ejected. He started arguing with her as Kelly started to get back to her feet in the ring, looking around to see what was going on. Rocca shouted at John, who immediately made the announcement.

John: Referee Angela Rocca has informed me that if Ryan Mackenzie doesn’t leave the ringside area, she will stop this match right now and award it to Kelly Kincaid!!

Ryan was furious, even though the crowd was roaring in approval. Rocca pointed to the ramp, telling him to go right now as she was giving him a ten count. She started the count as Kelly was getting her bearings.

Missy: Ryan needs to get the hell outta dodge, Emma will not thank him at all if the match gets awarded to Kelly. Emma needs to pull herself together because Kelly is already ahead of her.

Dante: The count is on, and Ryan’s only a few seconds from costing his future wife the SVW Championship! And they love it in St. Paul!

Kelly headed for the corner, climbing up to the top rope. Emma was barely moving at this point before Kelly dove off the top rope with her husband’s move, the Flight Path. The shooting star press landed perfectly as Kelly hooked both legs in the process. Ryan continued to argue with the referee as she made it to seven so far. Rocca continued to count before Christian bolted towards him, leaving his feet to hit a hurricanrana himself. Ryan’s head hit the floor as Christian pointed the referee towards the ring, and she bolted inside to count.

Missy: Christian obviously got tired of waiting for Ryan to leave, and wanted to get the referee’s attention back into the ring… also that’s not a bad little warm up for when he comes back for the limited time he announced next year.

Dante: And in the case of Ryan, to a nicer guy it couldn’t have happened! Kelly’s leaving with the gold!

ONE!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! NO!

Emma’s shoulder popped up a split second before the three, causing Kelly to roll off the cover and try to pull herself together.

Missy: Yes! Emma’s back… or at least back enough to save herself from the three count, and that means she still has a chance!

Both women lay on the mat for a few seconds until Kelly sat up finally. She started back to her feet, and pulled Emma with her into a headlock position. The St. Paul crowd knew what was coming as Christian encouraged her to hit it.

Dante: CLIPPED WINGS coming up! And I don’t think Emma will get up after this!

Kelly connected perfectly with her headlock driver, but as soon as it connected, the sound of a chair shot rang out. She glanced behind her as her husband collapsed to the floor with Ryan holding the chair in his hands. Christian went face down in a heap as Rocca ducked throught he ropes and screamed at him to leave immediately!

Missy: What the… that was just plain uncalled for! Ryan just needs to leave already, I don’t think anybody is going to thank him for this.

Rocca jerked the chair out of his hand, tossing it behind her as Kelly looked down to see her husband with a pool of blood forming under his head. Meanwhile behind her, Emma was starting to rise.

Dante: He must be busted open out here, look at the blood! And look at Emma, she’s getting up!

Emma glanced to where the referee threw the chair as she continued screaming at Ryan. And when Kelly turned back around, Emma left her feet with the headscissors DDT! It drove Kelly headfirst into the steel chair before Emma shoved it out of the ring, and made the cover. Ryan pointed behind the referee, who spun around to make the cover!

Missy: It looks like Emma is gonna get it after all. I’m just a little more worried by the fact my manager is laying on the floor bleeding right now!

ONE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Dante: PLAYING WITH SCISSORS ONTO THE CHAIR! ROCCA DIDN’T SEE A DAMN THING!! AND WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!

Rocca called for the bell as Ryan dove back into the ring, scooping his future wife off her feet and into the air to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

John: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this match….AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWW SVW Champion…………..EMMA MACNAMARA!!!!

Rocca handed the dazed Emma the title, which brought a wide grin to her face and a kiss for her fiance. The live crowd didn’t like this at all, the boos raining down heavily now. Rocca raised her hand to make it official as Emma looked down at her new championship.

Dante: You want to talk about a miscarriage of justice, that’s what we have right here! With the help of a chair, Emma MacNamara has become SVW Champion tonight at Rampage!

Missy: I’m pleased for Emma, of course… but can somebody please check on Christian!

As the boos continued, out walked Kyle as he congratulated her with Mika right behind him. They both raised her hand as Emma gave him a hug as well, Mika applauding her as Kyle asked for a microphone.

Missy: … really? Now?… does he have to?

Kyle: Hey Cody, you don’t have to wait till December 13th! Meet my two draft picks, Mika Demidov...and THE NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWW SVW Champion…..EMMA MACNAMARA!!!

Dante: I know Kyle gets first pick, and well….the draft has apparently begun as far as he’s concerned! Emma and Mika are Aggression bound, both Kincaids are still down with one literally bleeding out here ringside! I guess….welcome to Aggression, Mika and Emma Mac.

Missy: I just… will somebody check on the bleeding man at ringside, for heaven’s sake.

Dante: Kilmeade’s made his first two picks! The Draft continues Wednesday! Cody, the ball’s in your court! What a way to end the year! Let’s see who’s going where, it all begins December 13th! Emma Mac’s the champ!

Kyle and Ryan raised Emma’s hand as Mika fastened the SVW Championship around her waist to deafening boos. Rampage then faded off the air.