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Sex & Violence Wrestling
Presents
A Skeptical Hippo Production
SVW Fearless 2014
Live from the United Center in Chicago, Illinois!
April 13, 2014
The SVW logo is shown on the screen playing (and losing) in the recent SVW video game that was released at the end of the year. It throws down the controller in a fit of logo rage before the screen flicks over to show Fearless is on the air. The show immediately goes live backstage where we find Nick Flaherty talking to someone in his office. The camera only shows him as apparently they are still inside.
Nick: I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am to have you join SVW.
The figure has her back to the camera, black hair in a pair of long pigtails, wearing jean shorts and a cute multicolored top. She turns and grins, the crowd erupting as Sunny Kyoun bounced on her heels and clapped excitedly.
Sunny: YOU EXCITED?! Am doing butterfly flips in tummy with rainbow in my eyes I swear!!
Nick’s grin is wide as he starts strolling through the hallway with her.
Nick: You have my personal invitation to enter yourself in the Midas Touch for Extreme Prejudice, but I wanted to get you involved and honestly couldn’t wait any longer to have you on board. So are you ready to get into everything and start kicking booty in SVW? Because if so, I have something in mind.
Sunny: BOOTY KICKING EVERYWHERE! ...
She covers her mouth when she realizes how loud she was.
Sunny: Sorry...too much sugar. Yes am very eager to try hands in SVW competition. Got big strongs and super fasts and all shapes, sizes and even a bunch of jerkfaces that need kicksupers.
Nick: I’m glad you feel that way. I got you making your debut at the next Aggression against someone who could easily use a “kick super” or two, if you’re in the market to give them. I’m sure you have been keeping up with things going on, and I got you set to meet a Future Shock graduate like yourself at Aggression. You’re familiar with Fiona Williams, right?
Sunny stopped and her face scrunched up.
Sunny: .......she’s a doodiehead.
Nick: No argument here. Todd’s wife and the weather girl for WillCorp too. I figured you might like a chance to show her a few things in your debut. Sound good?
Sunny bounces on her heels and claps again.
Sunny: Yes, yes! Sounds like awesome punchy punchy time! She needs good kick super...and high five all the things...to the face.
Nick: Great! Now since you are here as my guest tonight, I arranged for something I think you might like. Consider it a “Welcome to SVW” gift.
The pair continued through the halls till they arrived at the right door as Nick opened to reveal a very nice private locker room with a big screen television.
Nick: Your own room for the night to sit back and watch the show….and there’s one more thing.
He lead her inside to show her a vending machine with every button having a logo for Vanilla Coke. He pressed one button and a can popped out.
Nick: Your own vending machine stuffed with Vanilla Coke. No change needed, just press a button and you got a can.
Sunny’s eyes almost bugged out and her jaw dropped.
Sunny: You are like a genie...a genie of win!
The Korean wrestler hugged him tight, almost leaving the ground with excitement.
Sunny: BEST THING EVER!!!!
Nick: Enjoy the show.
He gave her a hug as well in return before he started out the door, hearing the first can already being opened as he closed the door behind him. He stopped one of the assistants as they passed.
Nick: Do me a favor, see what we can do about padding the walls. I have a feeling before tonight is over, our guest may want to bounce off them.
The grin was clear on his face as he headed off, leaving the assistant with a curious look before we faded to the opening video for Fearless.
John: The following match is a Strange Bedfellows tag match! Introducing first....
The lights dim slightly at "Roar" by Katy Perry begins to fill the arena. After a few moments Hope steps out on to the stage to a slight pop. She smiles and waves to the crowd.
John: From Miami, Florida. At 5’5” and 113 pounds… Hope-Marie Osborne!!!
Hope makes her way down the ramp, slap a few hands along the way. She stop at ring side and takes a moment to stare at the ring, before sliding under the bottom rope. She walk around the ring taking in the cheers as the music fades.
Mark: Funny to see Hope coming out alone, would’ve thought she and Colby would be coming out together.
Freya: Hope be cray cray, so who knows.
As Airbourne’s “No Way But The Hard Way” starts to play Colby walks out onto the stage grinning as he runs a hand through the short hair on the back of his head. Moving to the top of the entrance ramp he pauses as he seems to think something over for a moment before he flexes his arms and shows off his upper torso. Heading toward the ring he zig-zags across the ramp, pausing in front of any pretty girls to the side of the entrance ramp, pulling a couple of muscleman poses for them. Getting to the ring he steps up onto the ramp, posing again to show off his shirtless body before stepping over the top rope and into the ring. Hope looks over at him but keeps stretching and waiting despite her partner being in the ring.
John: Welcome to the ring, standing 6’8” tall, weighing 275lbs and hailing from Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada….COLBY MORRISON!!!
Mark: And here’s the powerhouse of this duo, Colby’s got his hands full tonight. His own tag partner is on the other side, and it’s gotta be hard facing someone who knows your every move.
Freya: And Heidi that big ball of chub-a-lub wants to get all up in his goodies, that can’t sit well for anyone.
On each drum beat of the introduction to Starry Eyes by Motley Crue, the lights in the arena flash, plunging alternate areas of the arena into darkness. On the handclaps the entire arena is plunged into darkness on each one as the lights come back on Nancy Dietz walks quickly to the middle of the entrance stage and throws a hand into the air. Dropping it she starts to walk toward the ring, breaking into a jog about three quarters of the way down and throwing herself under the bottom of the rope into the ring and rolls to her feet. Using the momentum from the roll she charges into the rope, bouncing off them and back into the middle of the ring where she raises both hands clenched into fists to the crowd with a huge grin on her face. Moving back toward her corner she paces slightly as she waits for the match to start.
John: Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, she weighed in this morning at 152lbs and stands 5’11” tall...NANCY DIETZ!!
Mark: Nancy looks ready for action, she’s certainly not shy about facing Colby and Hope, but I have to wordy
“I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred hits the PA, and the crowd boos, before turning into gasps of horror as Heidi walks out in a bikini and hotpants. She waddles down to the ring, before managing to get through the ropes and into the ring. She then starts twerking to the disgust of everyone.
John: And her partner...uhh...umm...FAT HEIDI!!!
Mark: Look, that fat ass jiggling stopped John flat! He just got out of the ring, I think his face is green!
Freya: Bish needs to eat some celery, and...stop doing THAT. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
The ref signals for the bell and after a moment Hope and Nancy decide to be the first in the ring, despite Colby’s protests. Nancy and Hope circle each other, and Dawson charges in first. Nancy takes a swing but Hope ducks and rebounds off the ropes. Coming in fast at Nancy before she can turn around Hope dropkicks her in the back, sending her stumbling. Quickly she’s up to her feet and Hope is greeted by another dropkick to the face, that drops her onto her back and before she can rise Hope lands hard on the tattooed wrestler with a standing seton but is shoved off before she can try a pin. Hope rolls away and Nancy starts to rise, right next to Colby who chuckles, she smacks him upside the head and circles Hope again.
Mark: Hope getting the best of the first exchange here, Nancy looking frustrated.
Freya: Colby got a bit lippy there too, he’s gotta realize Nancy’s not on his team.
Hope charges Nancy again and this time Dietz is ready, stopping Hope with a knee to the gut followed by a scoop slam. Hope is up quick but is irish whipped across the ring and right into a hard clothesline, as Hope rises she’s stopped in the seated position and takes a handful of hard elbows to the top of her head before yanking Dawson up. Hope drills Nancy in the jaw with a series of hard forearms and pushes her away to try and run but Dietz grabs her by the wrist and yanks her into a short-arm clothesline that nearly takes her out of her boots!
Mark: Dietz had enough of Dawson’s speed and is showing she’s not shy about wailing on her like mad!
Freya: Well she is on the other team, and I’d rather take on Nancy that chub-a-lub.
Nancy pulls up Hope and drops her again with a hard snap suplex. Pulling her up again Dietz whips Hope into her corner and charges, but Hope dodges and Nancy’s shoulder slams into the steel. Hope is about to take advantage when Heidi reaches over the ropes to gets two handful of Hope’s hair and bouncing her head off the turnbuckle. Before Dietz can do anything her back is slapped by the rotund wrestler and Heidi gets into the ring. She lifts Hope up and delivers an atomic drop that has Hope groaning, followed by an inverted atomic drop that sends Hope down holding herself. Heidi laughs and mocks her, saying something that the censors made sure to bleep about Hope’s nether region. With two handfuls of hair she pulls Hope up and shoves her into the corner. And sharp overhand chop across Hope’s chest has the woman crying out, before she is irish whipped into the ropes, lifted up and crushed with a massive samoan drop.
ONE!
TW-KICKOUT!!!
Mark: Hope somehow managed to get a shoulder up just in time, but she’s in trouble. With Nancy and Heidi keeping her like this she needs to get that tag.
Freya: I swear we just had a Hope pancake.
Heidi pulls Hope up, making sure to give a good deal of trash talk involving something about staying away from her man, to which Hope replies with a jarring forearm to the jaw. Heidi headbutts Hope so hard the brunette’s knees almost give before she’s shoved into the neutral corner. Taking a few steps back Heidi gropes her chest lewdly before charging in and using her massive frame to Hope. The brunette’s face twisted in pain as you could practically see the air pushed from her lungs and an audible “OOOOFFFFF!!!” from Hope. Heidi steps away and Hope just slumps into the corner. Colby is clapping and stamping, getting the crowd behind him as he tries to encourage Hope onward. Turning around she began to shake that huge ass and bent over and made that gigantic posterior jiggle.
Freya: .........
Mark: I...there are no words.
Heidi backs that ass up but Hope rolls out of the ring just in time and Heidi’s butt hits the bottom turnbuckle. Hopping onto the apron Hope jumps up to the top rope and over, dropping down into a swing style dropkick into Heidi. She rolls right after and runs in driving her knee into Heidi’s head, keeping her from rising. A flurry of stomps and a final roundhouse to the temple keeps Heidi down. Colby’s arm is out and he’s almost jumping at the chance to get it. Hope stops and looks at him, but just goes back to the assault. That is until she tries to raise Heidi and takes a thumb to the eye. Hope staggers and takes a nasty clothesline followed by a massive elbow drop to the chest. Colby looks beside himself, pacing back and forth on the apron.
Mark: Colby’s aching to get in there but Heidi isn’t giving a chance, and Hope is thinking she can take it on her own.
Freya: STOP BEING A DUMB DUMB AND TAG!!!
Hope is pulled to her feet but drops, and takes Heidi with her for a jawbreaker. Heidi stumbles and falls on her back and Hope rolls away. Heidi takes a while to get to her knees and Nancy says to tag but she shooed the tattooed wrestler away. Hope again refuses to tag and goes after the rising Heidi once again. With a running off the ropes for added momentum she takes Heidi to the mat with a beautiful bulldog, the large woman’s head bounces and she rolls onto her back in a daze. Heidi is down once again and as she starts to rise Hope flies off the ropes for a springboard moonsault onto the large blonde and attempts a pin.
ONE!
T-KICKOUT!
Hope is nearly launched towards her own corner as Heidi kicks out, fuming and frustrated. Nancy just barely manages to reach over and swats Heidi’s shoulder for the tag, as Hope stands next to Colby. The big man is pleading to her and and holding out his hand, begging for Hope to tag him in it almost looks like she doesn’t want to despite the obvious pain she’s in. Despite her reluctance Hope finally tags him in. Colby takes a few steps in and Nancy is about to rush him...that is until she gets a punch to the back of the head, the ref counts it as a tag. Nancy drops to a knee and glares with a mix of frustration and confusion as Heidi again tags herself in.
Mark: Faith finally has the sense of self preservation to tag Colby in, but Heidi....
Freya: Doesn’t quite get the idea of tag matches does she.
Nancy just shakes her head and steps back out as Heidi makes all kinds of lewd gestures to Colby, who just glares at her. That is until she she began to grope herself and twerk, to which he replied by turning away and gagging, the entire audience making a very similar sound. Heidi used this and ran, or as close to a run as this massive woman could manage, at Colby and as he turned the big man got a face-full of butt. A hopping thump sent Colby to the mat and Heidi was quick to try and ....mount him? Colby scrambled away as the massive blonde was trying to straddle him, even Nancy shouted in frustration at the sight of that. Colby scrambled to his feet and as Heidi approached again the crowd let out a unanimous roar of approval as Colby was the one to make the first move, clotheslining Heidi so hard she fell to her back in shock. As she rose with eyes wide in surprise Colby flexed his muscles, holding up his arms and the crowd went nuts...even as the two women on the apron shared a simultaneous facepalm.
Freya: Colb....hon...this isn’t a pose off. Please don’t make her do that again.
Mark: Colby showing his amazing strength taking the massive Heidi down with one arm, though the showboating could be toned down a touch.
Heidi just licks her lips and charges Colby, who looks utterly terrified and dives out of the way. Heidi ends up running into the ropes, hanging on the middle rope and practically choking herself. She stumbles to her feet coughing, right into a running big boot from the Canadian powerhouse. She rises only to get another, then a series of fast falling elbow drops that end with a big bicep flex and a jumping elbow drop. Colby tries for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
.....
Colby breaks the pin as Heidi is forcing him to kiss her. Colby flails and rolls away gagging and spitting all over the mat, Nancy stifles a laugh at ringside. Heidi walks over and shouts at Nancy about not breaking the pin, to which the tattooed wrestler is more than happy to reply regarding the punch-tag. Heidi scoffs at her and rubs herself lewdly “YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS OF AAAAALLLLLL OF THIS!” Shouts Heidi, again the entire arena is filled with a unanimous sense of nausea. Nancy did similar and the crowd was a roar of approval, though Nancy was rewarded by a middle finger from Heidi.
Mark: You’d think after all this Heidi would tag...but no, of course not. Lets just insult your own partner.
Freya: Bish be cray-er than Hope.
That is until Heidi turns around right into a series of right hands from Colby, he whips her into the ropes again but she reverses and he goes charging into his own corner, stopping just in time as Heidi refused to tag and came at the corner like a roaring rhino...hitting nothing. Her chest mashed into the turnbuckle and Heidi staggered away right into a spinning spinebuster from Colby. Hope didn’t even hesitate before climbing up and leaping into the air, flipping for a moonsault and landing on Heidi’s body with a two-foot stomp.
Mark: Out of nowhere Colby hits his patented spinning spinebuster followed by Hope’s moonsault double foot stomp!
Hope rushes Nancy who holds up her hands as Colby goes for the pin. Hooking one of Heidi’s thunder-thighs with both arms.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Freya: OUT OF NOWHERE they got it!
Heidi rolls away and Colby goes to celebrate but she just does it herself, holding her ribs in pain. Heidi rolls out of the ring and Nancy is about to clmb down the steps when she’s shoved right off them. Nancy falls hard on the outside of the ring and doesn’t get to do much before she’s yanked to all fours and her head used as a battering ram into the steps. “YOU SCREWED THIS UP YOU STUPID UGLY BITCH!!!!” Shrieked Heidi, she bounced Nancy’s head off the steps again before shoving her into the ring apron, rushing in and body-checking the wrestler into the unforgiving ring. Sandwiched between 300lbs and an immovable ring. Nancy’s face was twisted in silent pain and she collapsed. Heidi stomped on the woman again and again before walking over to steal the chair from one of the side personnel and bring it over, just to get a flying dropkick from Hope off the apron. The chair goes flying and Heidi stumbles, she is about to retaliate but Colby is right beside her. Before Heidi can even think she’s met with a flurry of blows and is forced to shove Colby away and “run” off. Colby helps Nancy, but she remains seated holding her head. He goes to check on Hope, placing a hand on her shoulder but she pushes his hand off and walks off, leaving Colby confused and checking on Nancy.
Hometown Boy
The camera switches to the backstage area, moving past a door that's partially open— a door upon which an askew nameplate reads LEX COLLINS, written in black Sharpie. He could have had something gilded and fancy like everyone else had but he's the type of guy who never wants to forget his roots. Inside, the man himself sits on a bench, slowly breathing in and out. His hands and wrists are taped up like a boxer's— before he headed to the ring he'd put on the black gloves with the words FEAR and LESS written across the knuckles of each, respectively. Those long fingers press against his eyes for a second before sliding down his cheeks on the next exhale.
Collins: I got somethin' else I need to say an' I feel like I'd be hobblin' myself if I didn't get it off my chest now so I can go in there clean, y'know? So here we are, Simon. Zero hour. I realize you an' me... we're never gonna see eye-ta-eye. We're never gonna be exchangin' greetings in the hall or cards on Christmas. Wrestled in London two years ago— that was my first loss in FTW after a huge streak. Ten wins in a row. Over three months with the company 'fore that— wait no— it was four months. Not that it matters. Wrestled in Sweden, Japan, Canada... fought underground in Monte Carlo, Paris an' Vegas. Don't got any of those douchey braggin' stickers on my luggage an' the stamps in my passport don't really matter much. Where I've been before tonight's not gonna matter none. You know that, so I dunno why you keep pullin' that shit out.
He shrugs, shaking his head as he looks off camera.
Collins: Tonight's not about anyone I beat in the past. Ain't even about David Williams even though I'm still feelin' little twinges from that throwdown. Nah, man. Tonight's about you. It's about Chicago, where the blue collar folks you fuckin' hate are fillin' the seats. You're gonna hear 'em when my music hits. They're gonna be callin' for blood an' y'know what, Simon? I'm gonna deliver yours in buckets—they're gonna love that so much an' we're gonna have a fuckin' party. Gonna paint a modern art masterpiece all over that ring out there.
Reaching for the gloves, he slowly pulls on the left one, flexing his hand so the letters that spell out FEAR across his knuckles ripple.
Collins: If you want peace, better prepare for war— read that somewhere an' it stuck in my head. Fits right now 'cause this, man, this' war. Place is packed to the rafters 'cause tonight they need to see someone go out there an' fuck with the system. What they don't get—those shiny, happy little people in their paid seats—is what it feels like to be pushed to the edge of reason and keep from sliding off into the abyss. That's what makes me an' you so different, Simon. I do this 'cause I need to. You just wanna set the world on fire 'cause you think you can.
He lifts his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
Collins: So do I, but it's 'cause I gotta. I know, man. I know you don't get it an' you never will. The difference 'tween need an' want's lost on you an' that's alright by me. All's you need to know's this right here: when I walk down that aisle tonight, they're all gonna be on my side. I got a million angels all chantin' my name an' I'm gonna be the only thing I need to be to withstand a pieceashit punk like you.
He tugs on the other glove, flexing that hand too while the anticipation builds. The camera zooms in on those two fists, the word FEARLESS clearly visible now as Lex lets out another soft chuckle.
Collins: Yeah. I got this.
“Naughty Naughty” by Porcelain Black hits the PA, and Hayley bounds out from behind the curtain, waving manically to the crowd. She charges down the ramp, flipping off the guardrail, and dives into the ring.
John: The following contest is a four-way match set for one fall! Introducing first, from Leeds, England... 'The BOING Machine'... HAYLEY DARK!
Freya: The always energetic Hayley Dark is still looking for that alluring moment of greatness, and tonight may be her night!
Mark: Absolutely, as she goes to war against one of her fiercest rivals AND teammates in Kelly McGuffin, she's hellbent on capturing her first ever championship in SVW.
She puts on a parkour display in the ring until the music stops, bouncing up and down as she waits for her opponents to come out. "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack begins to play and then the lights come back on and we see Ashley Chase standing between two golden waterfall pyrotechnics. She has her back to the crowd and has her arms extended to her sides extending her golden cape which has Ashley Marie Chase in black letters across the cape.
John: Her opponents: first, from Beverly Hills, California... ASHLEY MARIE CHASE!
She finally turns around and wraps the cape around her and makes her way down the aisle and gets to the ring.
Mark: Ashley hasn't exactly had the most auspicious start in SVW, but she has a chance to silence the naysayers tonight.
Freya: Definitely. She made somewhat of a rival in Nessa Wall, and now they're in one another's roads to a match against Chris Kane for the Pride Championship.
Ashley slowly walks up the steps and stands on the apron and leans forward and then whips her head and her hair back and does a sexy pose to the roar of the men in the crowd. She then climbs into and then Ashley walks over to every corner and climbs to the second rope and raises her arms in the air as the crowd gives her a good reaction. Ashley finally removes her cape and gives it to the ring girl and then walks to the corner and gyrates as she waits. The lights fade to a pale pink, and the screen comes to life with heavy static, showing a silhouette of a woman moving slowly towards the foreground. Mocking feminine laughter erupts over the speakers, bleeding into the driving guitars of Jet's "She's a Genius". The images on the screen shift, melting away as though doused in acid. Images flash, showing a petite blonde woman dominating both men and women in the wrestling ring. Some of these scenes are very blurry and it's hard to tell if the woman is even Nessa or someone who just vaguely resembles her.
My girl is ready to take control
She just blows my mind
She only listens to the radio to see who's alive
Yeah!
John: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada and accompanied by Alex Houser... 'The Canadian Bitchsauce'... NESSA WALL!
Nessa Wall steps out at the top of the ramp and stands there for a moment, staring straight ahead at the ring while a series of pink and purple pyros explode along the ramp. She then spins and is caught in the strong arms of Alex Houser as she fakes a swoon, seemingly at her own awesomeness.
Freya: And Nessa Wall walks into a five-way match tonight, not only against the three women who also want a shot at Chris Kane - that came off awkward -, but also against her own ego.
Mark: Nessa doesn't think any low of herself, and tonight she has a chance to prove why she's a great addition to either the Killer Elite or Team Kyle.
She wakes up scared of getting old
She don't feel no shame
She knows so many pretty boys
but they are all the same
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she seems completely oblivious to the attention of the few supporters she does have in the crowd. She knows every eye is on her, and she loves every minute of it. The rain of pyros follow the pair down to the ring as Nessa plants a very lewd kiss on Houser's lips before letting him escort her the rest of the way to the ring, pausing to talk trash to fans along the way.
They said "Oh, hey there girl, tell me what do you do"
She says "um, nothing but I'm damn sure it's more than you"
That girl is a genius
Who o o o o ohw
I think she's serious
Who o o o o ohw
As the driving rock beat of Jet continues to rape every ear drum in attendance, Nessa climbs into the ring and immediately comes to life, sprinting across and jumping up on the turnbuckles in the corner. Thrusting her fist in the air with one hand, she presses her palm to her lips and blows a kiss to her devoted manager with the other before hopping down as her music fades out. 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. She stays on her feet for a mere moment before leaping into a back somersault as Christian Kincaid walks out to join her, a broad smile on his face. 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, diving into a cartwheel and using the momentum to transition into a handspring backflip, landing on her feet near the ring she leaps once flipping backward onto the apron.
John: And accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid, from Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York... KELLY MCGUFFIN!
Mark: Kelly has been in the hunt for the Pride Championship for quite some time as well, her most recent endeavour being a losing effort against the current champion and Mikaela Demidov in the three-way that saw Christopher emerge to stardom.
Freya: And I know there's nothing she'd like more than a chance to shut everybody up and go for the belt again! This girl is vicious when she has a goal, and tonight, boy, does she have one!
Smirking as she stands on the apron, she turns to face into the ring, both hands on the top rope she vaults over it with a standing leap into a mid air split. Once again making a perfect landing she instantly sprints toward the furthest away corner, not breaking stride she runs straight up the pads. Stopping on the top turnbuckle she blows a kiss to the fans and corkscrew flips back to the mat, facing the middle of the ring as she lands.
DING DING DING!
As the match begins, the 4 wrestlers pace around the ring, looking at one another, each one of them trying to find the best moment for the first attack. Nessa fakes out the first attack, and this unleashes a domino effect as all three of them go after the Snarktopus. It eventually turns into a massive 4-way catfight, until Kelly McGuffin separates herself from the group. As she's about to hit the ropes, she scans the ring and eventually leaps onto the bottom rope, striking Nessa with a flying chuck. As she lands, Hayley immediately crashes into her with a body block, forcing the both of them into the ropes. They then start a punch-out contest that ends with Kelly landing the stronger punch, and as Hayley staggers backwards, Ashley puts her in a sleeper lock turned body slam.
Mark: Nessa getting the worst of the starting mess of this match, and apparently it's Ashley and Kelly on the drivers' seats!
Freya: I just hope they're not on one another's laps or something,t hat would be really awkward, but still, nice slam by Ashley, and Kelly is handling Nessa.
Still prone, Ashley notices Nessa bringing herself up on a corner and immediately gets back to her feet, leaping onto the second rope in front of Ness, ready to score a dropkick... But Nessa gets up and shoves Ashley away, forcing her out of the ring! As Ashley crashes on the ring apron and then falls off, Kelly picks up momentum with the ropes and runs into Nessa... But is eventually surprised by the Canadian's snap scoop slam! Nessa proceeds to hit the ropes behind her and, as Kelly begins to rise, Nessa jumps and hits a flying forearm smash. Outside the ring, Ashley is on her feet. That will be taken care by Hayley, who watched Nessa "clean the ring" quietly. Hayley rolls out of the ring to meet Ashley, but is surprised as Chase throws her into the steel steps.
Freya: They're not above anything to arn this shot, look at Ashley go!
Mark: And inside the ring, Nessa has gained full control of the match, and the pace is exactly like she likes it to be!
Inside the ring, Kelly is bringing herself up as Nessa watches. Wall isn't as patient, though, as she helps Kelly with her last steps, hoisting her up and setting her up for the Vixen Driver... No! Kelly grabs Nessa's head and, flexing her legs, she slams her opponent head first into the mat! Kelly has to roll to get away from Ness, only to hit the ropes while Wall is getting up to her feet, and hit a running calf kick to the Canadian Bitchsauce. In the meanwhile, outside the ring, Hayley reverses Ashley's attacks and throws her into the crowd barricade, and the Californian brunette crumbles. But when Hayley tries to return to the ring, Ashley catches her by the legs and yanks her while she's on the ring apron, and the British bouncer crashes into the apron, and now the two are down! And with Nessa down inside the ring, Kelly jumps out and makes her way to the announce table, where she rips the cover...
Mark: Uh-oh, they're coming this way!
Freya: That's the worst par of his job! Outtie!
... and is caught by surprise by Ashley, who strikes her with an axe handle that dazes her temporarily! Kelly seems unfazed as she gives it back to Ashley in the form of a well aimed punch to the face. The two girls star trading punches for a while, until Nessa comes from inside the ring and takes the both of them down with a top rope suicide leap!
Mark: Nessa with a suicide leap, taking both Ashley and Kelly out temporarily!
Freya: Everybody is outside the ring now, but Nessa is in full control of this match!
Now the 4 wrestlers are outside the ring and Nessa is the only one up! The Snarktopus makes her way to Hayley, who seems to be the least harmed one, and grabbing a handful of her hair, drags the British jumper to the announce table. But just as Nessa is trying to put Hayley ON the table, Hayley shoves Nessa away, and Ashley trips her with a drop toe hold! Ashley then brings herself up and starts hammering away on Nessa, throwing a barrage of punches, before bringing the Bitchsauce up and throwing her into the turnbuckle post. Nessa collapses in pain, as Ashley picks up distance, runs and, with the ring apron as leverage, strikes Wall with an one-leg dropkick! Ashley gets up and works the crowd before bringing Nessa back up and placing her on the uncovered announce table...
Freya: Uh-oh, she's got bad plans... She's going to waste our workstation!
... then she realizes there's still space on the table, and lifts Kell up, placing her beside Nessa on the table...
Mark: Two people on our table and it's holding on! Ashley's got something nasty in mind!
... and then climbs onto the ring apron and leaps, striking both Nessa and Kelly with a massive legdrop that, somehow, DOES NOT break the table! Everybody seems to be beside themselves as Ashley struggles to get back up, and the arena is cheering loudly on Chase... Only for Hayley to pick Ashley by the back of her neck and throw her into the ring again. As Hayley rolls into the ring Ashley bolts to her feet and lifts Dark to her feet, whipping her to the ropes. Hayley reverts the move and sends Ashley running across the ring, only to hop onto the second rope and use it as a trampoline, bouncing into Chase with a springboard ranhei!
Mark: What a kick! Amazing effort by Hayley with the butterfly kick!
Freya: Ashley took Nessa and Kelly out with that legdrop, but it's Hayley in control now!
Hayley gets up and works the crowd a bit, making them cheer more, before noticing that Kelly is making her way back to the ring, holding one of the ropes to lift herself up. Hayley decides then to "help" her, bringing her up onto the ring apron and then dragging her into the ring... Only for Kelly to surprise Hay and jump, latch to Hayley's neck and pin her into the mat with a spike DDT! Now the four women are down, as Ashley is beginning to bring herself up, and Nessa is still on the outside, shaking the cobwebs out of her head! Inside the ring, Ashley has brought herself up, and runs into Hayley and Kelly, whirling and leaping right before crashing into them and flipping in the air for a moonsault... that hits but the mat as Hayley kicks Kelly away to avoid the impact! Ashley rolls to the ring apron and slowly uses the ropes to bring herself back up. As Ashley is on the second rope, Hayley gets a mad second wind and, anticipating anything Ashley could do, hops onto the adjacent second rope and strikes Ashley with a triangle dropkick that sends her flying... into Nessa! The BOING Machine again raises her arm, celebrating her move... only for Kelly to leap into her and put her in a headscissors takedown connected with a choke!
Mark: Kelly with the SAFETY NET!!! Hayley may have to tap out!
Freya: Kelly isn't known for her submission moves, but this one comes in a very timely fashion, and if Hayley taps, and it doesn't take 3 seconds... It's OVER!
Hayley fights against the Safety Net as hard as she can, crawling to the ropes to get a break... until Ashley bolts back into the ring and big boots Kelly TO THE FACE! As Kelly crumbles, Ashley brings Hayley up and throws her into the ropes, and, as she bounces, she connects an atomic drop! Hayley also crumbles, holding her lower parts, as Kelly crawls to the ropes to make her way back to a vertical position. Chase then takes a corner and waits to see who she's going to attack... Until Nessa grabs her by the legs and yanks her off her feet, slamming Ashley's tailbone against the corner post! Ashley lets out a howl of pain as Nessa smirks and bows to the crowd.
Mark: OW! Nessa with the underhanded tactics from the outside!
Freya: That was a nastyhit, but it's like they say, you have to do what you have to do to make sure your opponents don't win!
Nessa finally rolls into the ring and locks her crosshairs on Kelly, who's on the corner. As Kelly faces the ring, Nessa sprints and catches her with a running Euro uppercut. She then keeps Kelly's head locked as she executes a snapmare, and then flies over McGuffin and folds her with the necksnap! Hayley, that watched that quietly, rushes into Nessa for a Thesz press, but Nssa rolls on the mat and avoid, quickly getting back to her feet. As Hayley bounces, Nessa slams her into the mat with a spinebuster!
Freya: SPINEBUSTER! Nessa doesn't usually lifts her opponents up, but when she does, man, is it an impact!
Nessa proceeds to roll Kelly and Hayley out of the ring so she can focus on Ashley, and from there, Hayley rolls up to the barricade to bring herself up. Kelly uses her agility to, out of nowhere, surprise Hayley with a spear-like block. As Hayley hits her head hard on the padded ground, Kelly gets up and yells to the crowd, "THIS ONE'S OUT!" before bringing her up and rolling her into the ring again. Inside the ring, Nessa watches as Ashley is bringing herself up and, from a distance, blows a kiss to her.
Mark: Kelly is feeling the momentum on her side, she may have as well put Hayley out of commission and-- Nessa! In the ring!
Freya: It's the Kissy Kissy of death, coming Ashley's way!
Taking a ring-wide distance, Nessa bolts into Ashley and executes a somersault... Only for Ashley to run out of the way and Nessa wrap her legs around the turnbuckle post! Nessa notices the error in the plan and quickly rolls down, only to see Kelly, not Ashley, coming her way for a splash! Nessa barely avoids the impact by striking Kelly with an uppercut that dazes the Club CK representative, and then puts her down with a roundhouse kick. With Kelly grounded, Nessa covers!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Hayley throws herself in the scene and breaks the count (And Kelly kicked out anyway).
Mark: Nessa was going for hte Bitchsauce, but her plans were foiled, and she STILL gets to cover Kelly... And it's a two!
Freya: Hayley saving her Club CK teammate as this match continues!
Nessa shakes her head and gets up, bringing Hayley to her feet... But before Nessa can do anything, Hayley surprises her with a dropsault! Dark quickly gets up and drags Nessa to the middle of the ring and, picking up momentum in the ropes, hits a Lionsault to Nessa! Unbeknownst to them, though, Ashley is back up, as she prepares to interrupt whatever Hayley has in mind. Hayley gets up from the Lionsault and runs the ropes, noticing Ashley up and changing her target. As Hayley runs into Ashley, she leapfrogs over the Californian brunette and hits the other ropes, only to come back to a brutal mule kick by Chase. As Hayley crumbles holding her midsection, Ashley takes shelter on the corner again, trying to detect who she's going to attack next, and that would be Kelly, who's back inside the ring, up and ready to go. Ashley rushes into Kelly and pushes her against the corner, reeling backwards to strike her with a clothesline... But Kelly ducks and dodges! As a dumbfounded Ashley turns around, Kelly dropkicks Chase into the post, and she crumbles for good!
Mark: BRUTAL dropkick, Ashley just got CRUSHED against the tensors!
Freya: Kelly isn't taking any prisoners-- Here comes Hayley!
But before Kelly can do anything to Chase, Hayley splashes into Kelly, crushing her against the turnbuckles in a VERY awkward way! After that, Hayley throws Kelly to the center of the ring and covers!
ONE!
Kelly flips over herself and turns it into a cover of her own!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- NO! Hayley was surprised, but not defeated.
Mark: NOT YET! They're going all out, but just... not... yet!
Freya: Hayley saw the perfect oppoetunity to take the match home, yet Kelly, god knows how, had the spirit to roll Hayley up
Hayley quickly bolts up back to her feet, trying to go for the Lionsault again, this time to Kelly... But Kelly rolls out of the way! Hayley smartly aborts the move and lands on her feet, but it isn't enough to stop Kelly from rolling back in and rolling her up with a small package!
Freya: ROLL UP!
ONE!
TWO!
And Ashley crashes into Kelly, stopping the count! Bringing herself and then Kelly up, she whips McGuffin into the corner, only for Kelly to revert the whip and send Ashley into the turnbuckles. Kelly then runs parallel to the ropes and hops onto the first rope, then the second,and then crashes into Chase with a knee to her face, quickly whirling backwards, leaning back forth and slamming Ashley's face into the mat! Kelly then takes distance and signals the number 3 with one hand, much to the crowd's chagrin.
Freya: She calls that the Unsafe Release!
Mark: And it's time for a show in the THREE-RING CIRCUS!
But just when Kelly bolts forward for the first step of the Three-Ring Circus, Ashley bolts forward and snaps McGuffin in two with a spear from out of nowhere!
Mark: WALK OF FAME!!! OUT OF THE BLUE! ASHLEY CHASE MIGHT JUST HAVE BROKEN KELLY MCGUFFIN IN HALF!!!
Freya: WE HAVE A NEW CONTENDER!
Ashley then crawls over Kelly and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE-- NOOOOO!!! KELLY KICKS OUT!
Freya: WHA-- SHE KICKED OUT! KELLY KICKED OUT!!!
Mark: Kelly has been snapped in two and STILL FIGHTS! And Ashley can't believe it!
Ashley is beside herself as she doesn't notice when Hayley drops the Banana-Split onto her neck! Ashley rolls on the ring, and Hayley claps her hands fiercely twice before bringing Ashley up to her feet and proceed to... be kissed?
Mark: ... wha--?
Freya: HOO BOY! If your 15-year-old kid is watching this, COVER HIS EYES!
Hayley's yes go wide as Ashley engages in a liplock with the British wrestler, but instead of being dazed and reactionless, Hayley knees Ashley to the groin, removing every chance or idea of attacking she might have had! With Ashley doubled over, Hayley runs the ropes and, as she bounces back, she explodes into Ashley with a double knee strike TO THE FACE!
Mark: BOING BLASTER!!! Ashley wanted to surprise Hayley with the Kiss of Death, but I don't think it ended the way she expected!
Freya: I was gonna say that - we're in an industry where some, if not most of the girls ARE bisexual or gay, that doesn't impress much. Now Hayley is straight, and I'm sure she's pretty offended with that!
Hayley then rolls on the mat and prepares to cover Ashley... But Nessa grabs Hayley by the collar and the bar of her cargo pants and ultimately dumps her out of the ring! Dark crashes against the padded ground in a messy heap as Nessa blows her a kiss and, with a sick smirk, turns her attention to the wobbly Ashley, only to deliver a STIFF shining wizard to the head, crumbling for good! After that, Nessa covers!
Mark: KISSY KISSY!!! NESSA HAS CLEARED THE RING, HAYLEY IS OUTSIDE, AND THE MATCH IS PRETTY MUCH OVER!
Freya: ASHLEY JUST ATE THE KNEES OF TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE BUT IT'S NESSA WHO GETS THE SHOT!!!
ONE!
TWO!
Hayley bounces back into the ring and jumps into the scene but...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
She crashes into Nessa a shard of second too late, and "She's a Genius" blares through the speakers as the Canadian Bitchsauce brings herself to her feet and offers the referee her hand to be raised. Alex Houser quickly jumps into the ring and raises Nessa's other hand, as the blonde cackles deviously.
John: The winner of this match... NESSA! WALL!!!
Mark: And she did it, in spectacular fashion! Not a clean or fair fashion all the time, but still spectacular!
Freya: And she lived up to her words, and is going to face Christopher Kane for the Pride Championship! I wonder what's going through Mika Demidov's head right now!
And it's on Nessa's celebratory French kiss with Alex Houser that we fade out to something completely different.
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When we cut backstage at the United Center we find the newest signee to the Sex & Violence Wrestling, Sunny Kyoun standing beside her tag team partner and the other half of the FFW Unity Tag Champions, Steph Dallins. Sunny is still showing bruises on her face, the effects of her match at Breaking Point against Claire Black. Steph’s head is still bandaged slightly from their tag match against the Rudos and Tara with Wendy. Still, Steph tries to be all smiles for her tag partner.
Steph: So when were you gonna tell me that you joined SVW?! Really though I’m so happy for you!
Sunny giggled and bounced on her heels.
Sunny: Was going to be surprise, Nick call me and say “Hey Sunny!” And I was like “Hey Nick!” and he was like “Come to Fearless, I has surprise for you!” And I was like “Okie!”
Steph’s brow arched slowly but Sunny’s cheery demeanor seemed to pep her up a little more.
Steph: Well, that’s awesome! Looks like SVW’s turning up Sunny! Uhm... You wouldn’t happen to need like a manager or anything would you? NOT THAT I’M TRYING TO MAKE A QUICK BUC--
Stephanie is cut off from her immediate backtracking as the sounds of a clapping is heard off-camera. Mickey Scarborough and Raquel Fair slowly walk into the shot and the fans watching on the video screen back in the United Center begin to boo as loud and as long as they can. Mickey leaned up their trademark ladder near the wall to clap and Raquel’s got a duffle bag under her arm as the two smile very pleasantly attempt to join in the congratulations.
Mickey: Welcome to SVW Sundrop! We know you’ll be absolutely spectacular out here. Probably not as spectacular as us--
Mickey & Raquel: --But who is--
Cue an extremely annoying, almost sickeningly haughty laugh from the pair before they go back to all super serious.
Mickey: --But you know, you’re quick on your feet and all that good stuff.
Sunny: Am very quick and good stuff...
The look on her face said it all, she was a little defensive but still smiled regardless.
Sunny: What can do for you ladies?
The Ladder Lolitas glance at each other and nod before Raquel takes over in conversation, slowly unzipping the duffle bag that was on her shoulder.
Raquel: Alright see girls... Here’s the thing. We’ve got this... Y’know, match with Vivid Colors tonight. Falls Count Anywhere and you know... While Mickey and I are completely and totally confident in beating Spook Bitch-Face...
Steph: Violetta.
Raquel: ...And Pinkerton...
Steph: Gaby.
She politely corrects Raquel twice which the camera catches Fair almost...Glare at Dallins before she flashes a small, demure smile and keeps going.
Raquel: Right. Them. We felt that we could use... I dunno, someone who could be in our corner. Maybe a full-time thing. See Steph... You remember the days before you and Sunny became like besties or whatever right? You were with us! We made up a trio! We were The Scarborough Fair! You were the ‘The’! It WORKED for us. We were thinking well... Since Vivid Colors kind of is an all-encompassing term for Crimson and Flaherty, not just as a tag team but as a clique with Big Redwood...
Sunny: Alysson.
Sunny corrected them politely, her eyes darting between the duo. Steph flashes a small smile at the corner of her lips while Mickey and Raquel almost seem to...Scowl.
Raquel: The point I’m trying to make here is...
Raquel digs her hands into the duffle bag and pulls out a lime green wrestling outfit very similar to the one that Mickey and Raquel wear. Sleeveless top and belts around the bodice, long green wrestling shorts with black stars and moons and $.$.D. imprinted on it.
Raquel: We would like to do a bit of group re-expansion. I mean you used to be so frickin’ fun. Like what that Game Changer Man-Woman-Person said! Sure you had I guess... A modicum of success in FFW, kinda sorta but you’re not the Steph I used to know! You’re all boring and housewifey and full of morals now. Not that there’s anything wrong with that for both of you but... What do you say that SVW gets one more wrestler to sign up and The Scarborough Fair gets another Sister of Step!?
Mickey holds a hand up to add.
Mickey: While we were just going to come to Steph with this pitch, since you just signed up Sunny we had an idea! I think Hayley falls under that weird Colors banner too, you could join us too and we’d have like, even numbers or some junk! We’d just have to get you some gear. How do you like orange? Chartreuse? Aquamarine?
Sunny just stares at them for a moment, clearly in a bit of shock.
Sunny: You...want us to be joining you? To go against them because....
The Korean wrestler looks to Steph, not really liking this plan by the look on her face. Sunny taps Sunny and whispers something into her FFW tag partner’s ear, eyes glancing at Mickey and Raquel from time to time. Steph quietly nods with every whisper her tag partner in FFW tells her, her eyes darting between the Ladder Enthusiasts and falling once on the ring gear they were offering her. After a time Steph whispered something to Sunny and the two seemed to agree. Steph looked between The Scarborough Fair and smiled... And then she began to laugh. One by one the four women all joined in on the laughter before Steph immediately cut them off.
Steph: No thanks.
Cue a section of cheering back in the arena for Sunny and Steph.
Steph: Honestly its touching that you guys want some... Back-up because you realize you may be a little in over your heads but well... That’s kind of your own damn fault. Maybe if you guys weren’t actively trying to ruin matches and use ladders in fights that had no reason to be used... It might be a different story. Plus...!
Steph hooks an arm around Sunny’s neck (as lightly as she can) and flashes a wide grin. Sunny leans into her best friend with a grin.
Steph: This is my best buddy nowadays.
Sunny: Thank you but no thank you Scarborough Fairers. Nice offer but not our way to go, no hard feelings?
There’s a beat of silence as Mickey and Raquel look between the two women who just turned down their offer to become a giant mega group. The two girls look at each other for a few moments and get all sniffly.
Raquel: Well fine! Sunny you’re too chipper to be a Club CK member on top of it anyway!
Mickey: And Steph there’s only room for one neutral alignment type person in Cartwheel Galaxies!
Raquel & Mickey: SO THERE!
Throwing what has to be the most pathetic temper tantrum in all of existence, Raquel stuffs the ring gear meant for Steph back in the bag while Mickey pulls the ladder off the wall and they walk away with eyes to the ground out of the camera. The new SVW signee and Dallins glance at each other unsure of what to say before they watch for a moment more. Finally Steph and Sunny take their eyes off the pair...
...And before either one can react, The Scarborough Fair come running back into the scene using the ladder as a battering ram as they run it headlong into the head of Sunny! The two immediately swing the ladder around to smack Steph across the side of her own before the duo force Sunny Kyoun up! Mickey claps her leg with her hand and gives Kyoun a low angle superkick straight to the head with the edge of her heel!
Mickey: Now how’s THAT for a KICK SUPER!?
Raquel: WINNING!
The United Center boos in absolute disgust as they watch this go on the video screen. Mickey grips Sunny by the hair and smacks her head into an edge of the ladder. The camera closes up on her forehead bleeding and the color red matting her hair and trailing down her porcelain face. An enraged scream cuts the action as Steph gets up and attempts to shoulder-check Mickey but she gets cut off when Raquel drives an elbow right between her eyes and she stumbles before Fair gives her a snap DDT right into fallen ladder! ...With both members of the Unity Tag Champions for FFW down The Scarborough Fair stand and admire their handiwork for a second.
Raquel: ...Next time, you guys should really say ‘yes’.
Mickey: Really though. We got a match, Raquel. Shall we?
Raquel: Yep. I think that was a nice warm-up.
With that The Scarborough Fair shove the bodies of Kyoun and Dallins off the ladder and pick it up as they walk down the hall... They hum and sing their theme song while SVW medical staff come to check on the SVW star and her bestie.
“Have you heard the news? Bad things come in twos!”
We head back to ringside as John Youle awaits.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first....
The lights dim, and the sound of a radio scanning quickly through the dial fills the silence before being replaced with a driving rock beat, growing in volume. "Re-Education (Through Labor)" by Rise Against kicks into gear over the arena sound system, getting a huge pop from the female fans in attendance.
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away
To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines
We toss and turn but don't sleep
Each breath we take makes us thieves
Like causes without rebels
Just talk but promise nothing else
John: Making his way to the ring now, hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 213 pounds... he is The Man Without Fear... LEX COLLINS!
Lex appears at the top of the ramp as orange spotlights flare bright, almost blinding as he stands with his head bowed. He pauses, tilting his head back, looking up at the rafters as though collecting his thoughts while the lights die back down.
We crawl on our knees for you
Under a sky no longer blue
We sweat all day long for you
But we sow seeds to see us through
'Cause sometimes dreams just don't come true
We wait to reap what we are due
Finally, he breaks out of the trance and jogs down to the ring, hopping up on the apron. With a grin, he raises his hands over his head, enjoying the loud pop of the fans before he turns and springs over the rope.
Mark: Lex Collins made quite the statement taking out David Williams, but it seems like Simon Sensation isn’t paying it any mind.
Freya: This one is gonna be a fight. Plain and simple. Yeah sure, they both have technical wrestling experience, but you’ve heard all the non-stop trash talk. This isn’t gonna be pretty. I can’t wait!
The opening beat and synthesizers of Giorgio Moroder’s “Chase” fill the arena. The fans start to boo almost immediately and seem less than pleased as Simon Sensation walks out from the back in his black silk entrance robe. He pauses at the top of the ramp, takes a look around at the crowd and then shakes his head a few times before he makes his way down the entrance ramp.
John: (And their opponent/ Introducing first) from Las Vegas, Nevada……standing six feet three inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds………Simon Sensation!
Simon saunters to the ring slowly before he grabs onto the middle rope and hops onto the apron. He slowly gets to his feet and turns to look out into the crowd, which boos him again. He finally steps under the top rope and enters the ring, making his way over to his corner as his music fades and the referee goes over the rules of the match with him and checks him for foreign objects...pulling out a pair of brass knuckles from behind his kneepad.
Mark: No surprise there…and likely not the last, Simon Sensation is a damn good wrestler, he also knows how to cut just about every corner in this business.
Freya: So he could have more weapons hidden away? Like a tire-iron up his butt?
Mark: how...how could that eve-
Freya: Freya Reasons.
Referee Angela Rocca calls for the bell as and we’re off, both men meeting for the clinch, trying to show off their wrestling abilities. Simon went for an arm drag and when Lex was up he got caught in one himself. Both men glared at one another and as Lex came in for a punch he was greeted with a blatant rake to the eyes. The ref reprimands SS but he ignores them, whipping Lex into the ropes and catching him with a picture perfect dropkick. He pulls Lex up and goes for a vertical suplex but Lex’s knee is driven into Simon’s gut three times to stop it. Freeing himself Lex spins and wails his opponent with a rolling elbow that takes Sensation off his feet. Simon rolls out of the ring and waves off Collins saying “TALENTLESS BRUTE! THIS IS WRESTLING NOT BULLSHIT MMA!”
Freya: And we’re off to….something.
Mark: Simon isn’t too happy that Lex got the upper hand after than cheap shot, looks like he doesn’t approve of Lex’s brawling style. Guess he’s not going to have a good time.
Lex glares at him from inside the ring and points to his feet, demanding Simon get in the ring and fight like a man. “Like your wife?” Laughs Sensation. Before he knows it Lex rushes the ropes and dives out for a suicide dive, spearing Simon to the arena floor. Lex doesn’t get up though, he just starts wailing on Simon like a man possessed. Referee Rocca starts the count but Lex doesn’t seem to care. He pulls Simon up and whips him hard into the steps, Simon’s back arching in pain. He doesn’t even get to fall on his own as Lex drops him with a DDT. Before the Ref counts too high Lex pulls Simon up and rolls him into the ring, soon following.
Mark: Word to the wise, do NOT bring up his wife. Lex was like a man possessed!
Freya: He was chock full of rage-a-hol there.
Lex lifts Simon up and drops him with a backdrop driver, going for a pin.
ONE!
KICKOUT!!!
Simon gets the shoulder up and receives a flurry of right hands before being pulled up to his feet and whipped into the corner. Lex charges in and Simon ducks the incoming clothesline, causing Lex to collide with the turnbuckle. Simon quickly rolls Lex up and as the referee goes to count the pin his feet were up on the middle rope!
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!
Lex is just able to kick out even with Simon’s cheating and Sensation doesn’t look amused. Lex starts to rise and gets whipped back down for a snapmare followed by a kick to the back. He doesn’t let Lex get up, wrapping an arm around his neck and locking in a seated sleeper hold. Lex struggles but Simon has a tight grip and his face is going flush.
Mark: Simon’s a talented technical wrestler when he wants to be, and that sleeper hold is locked in tight!
Freya: Lex’s face is going red, it’s odd to see such a classic wrestling move these days. It’s not flashy but it’s effective.
Simon tightens it and Lex’s arms start to get heavy, Angela Rocca leans in and checks on him. She lifts his hand and it flops back down to the mat. Sensation shouts at her to hurry up and stop wasting everyone’s time. The ref just gives him a look and raises Lex’s hand again, it flops down dead. Angela takes his hand a third time, holds it high and...
Mark: He’s up!!!
Lex’s hand didn’t fall and he held it tight in a fist. Struggling somehow Lex managed to force Simon up to his feet. Firing back elbows into Sensation's gut Lex breaks free of his hold and hits a sprint, coming off the ropes and catching Simon with a running neckbreaker. Sensation is up and takes a swing at Collins who ducks, grabs his arm and in a flash turns it into a front russian legsweep! He quickly goes for a pin.
Freya: 15 minutes! This could be it!
Mark: Lex with that hard hitting move, he may have caught Simon here!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-KICKOUT!!!
Simon’s shoulder is up and Lex runs his hands through his hair in frustration. He grabs Simon’s arm and bends it back, then pulls him into an anaconda vice. Simon howls in pain and Lex wrenches hard as Angela Rocca doesn’t get to ask if Simon taps as he instantly tells her off before she can speak.
Freya: So classy.
Mark: Uh..this IS Simon Sensation.
Freya: Bish I know who it is!
Simon kicks towards the ropes but he’s way too far, he slaps at Lex, tries to push his chin up or rake his eyes but can’t. Rocca leans it again as Simon’s hand reaches around frantically. He manages to grab her by the collar and pulls the ref down ‘accidentally’ into Collins and breaking the hold. Sensation rolls away holding his shoulder as Collins looks baffled and helps Rocca up, only to get sidelined by a picture perfect dropkick to the side of the head that sends him bouncing off the ropes and right into Sensation’s clutches. He doubles Lex over with a kick to the gut and pulls him up for a powerbomb, only to drop him down for a piledriver! Lex’s body goes limp and Simon pulls him away from the ropes, demanding Rocca count this ‘properly’ and goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
Simon stands up and starts shouting and Angela Rocca to count the pin properly and stop being so damn lazy. Lex rolls away holding his neck, trying to get up using the ropes. Simon is on the attack again, only to get his head knocked off with a right hook so hard Sensation falls in a heap. His hands limp and laying face down. Lex rubs his neck again and walks over to roll Simon over only to be pulled into a pin. Rocca dives down to count the pin as Simon has a handful of Lex’s pants!
Mark: OH C’MON HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Rocca motions for the bell as Simon rolls off immediately and slips out of the ring as Lex sits up absolutely livid.
John: WInner of this match......SIMON SENSATION!!!!
Freya: Well that was some bullshit if you ask me. We were just getting started!
Mark: Simon used his brains...and a handful of tights to get the win here tonight. Lex looks like he’s ready to rip the house down and Simon can’t hightail it fast enough!
Simon practically runs backwards up the ramp, shaking his finger at Lex who is leaning against the ropes shouting all kinds of obscenities as we cut out.
Greco-Welsh Uprising
The cameras return to the backstage area where we find the statuesque form of the Modern Day Amazon herself, Rhea Laskaris. (Accept no imitations). Standing next to her is her manager and employer (and judging by the body language she shows something more), Kyle Kilmeade.
Kyle: First of all, I want to thank all the fans who are here in tonight for SVW’s homecoming in the Windy City of Chicago. There’s still a lot more to come. But you know what? I asked my assistant here to join me, because I had a little...conference earlier today before we went on the air that I wanted to talk with her about.
Kyle turns his attention to Rhea now.
Kyle: You got a minute for me, right?
She smiled and nodded, adjusting her ponytail.
Rhea: Always.
Kyle: Earlier today, as I said, I had a little chat with a certain member of the SVW roster. And I want to see if you can guess who it is without me saying their name. It’s a female, and she and her manager were complaining and bemoaning the fact that they have just had it too darn easy here in SVW of late. Too many opponents not worth their time or effort, not really a challenge. Sound familiar at all?
The Grecian warrior laughed a little at that and rolled her eyes.
Rhea: Sounds like a lot of people on my twitter feed most days, but in SVW? Sounds like Ignis to me. In fact I’d bet on it.
Kyle: And you would win that bet. If I had a kewpie doll, I’d give it to you. So anyway, she was bemoaning her plight of late with all this lackluster talent. People like Emi and Ashley Chase, and then complaining about how Christopher Kane ran the clock out to save his title in their match not long ago. And just basically saying they wanted a challenge. And you know me… If someone wants a challenge, all they have to do is ask.
Rhea: I love a good challenge as much as the next competitor, heck probably more than most. But she sure whines a lot for someone who couldn’t win a match in the time limit. Like Chris was stalling, sure...and Ignis just so happened to let that happen? Not likely. Time ran out, kind of why there is a time limit to begin with. But...well I guess this is where I come in?
Kyle nods with a smile at that.
Kyle: You are one hundred percent correct, we should make that two kewpie dolls. So I told her at Uprising in a couple weeks, I’d make sure she got a challenge. As a result, she’ll be going one on one with you that night. And when I told her, all this stuff about Greece being a hellhole or something like that spewed out of her mouth. So I wanted to see how you felt about giving our little Firebird a challenge.
For a second time Rhea rolled her eyes.
Rhea: So she gets another opponent, one that has twenty pounds of muscle and four inches in height on her, who can crush solid steel with her thighs and bench press probably her, her manager and both her sisters at once...and she scoffs. Classy girl isn’t she. Though I’m not surprised about the shit talking of my country, it’s the only things she’s got to say on me. Besides, when you’re scared it’s easy to run your mouth.
Kyle: I’ll take that as “I accept” as far as this challenge goes then? Now if you’re afraid of Ignis or anything, you just say the word and I’ll cancel the whole thing.
Even he was having a hard time keeping a straight face as he said it. Rhea just raises both arms and gives a good flex.
Rhea: Scared? Nope. Like Jason slayed the harpies, so will I do to this one.
Kyle: That’s what I like to hear. I figured the shaking would be at a minimum. Come on, we’ll go get everything cleared with Nick. I’m sure he won’t mind this at all.
The CEO offered her his arm before the pair headed elsewhere. And from that, we cut to a commercial for Extreme Prejudice.
John: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall with no time limit...and FALLS...COUNT….ANYWHERE!!!
Pyros blast as “H2O” by DJ Devil blares out from the arena PA system, and strobe lights all the colours of the rainbow flash across the arena. Both Gabrielle Crimson and Rainbow come out of the entrance way; the Scot is dancing and raving to the music as she makes her way down the ramp, while the Kitten blows a kiss to the audience and then skips her way down the ramp. Gabrielle spears herself into the ring and Rainbow bounds up onto the apron and flings her arms out, pumping as pyros explode in the ring. She then climbs in, and dances until the music finishes.
John: First...they are the team of Rainbow and Gabrielle Crimson...VIVID COLORS!!!!
Mark: Rainbow got a measure of revenge on the Scarborough Fair by ruinign the nefarious plans to hijack the Chaos Invitational Qualifier recently, but I don’t think she’s quiote done yet.
Freya: I also imagine Gabrielle Crimson has a few more fists
“HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS?! BAD THINGS COME IN TWOS,
BUT I NEVER KNEW... ABOUT THE LITTLE THINGS!”
John: From Berkeley, California... At a combined weight of 246 pounds and accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid... Mickey and Raquel... THE SCARBOROUGH FAIR!
“Every single day, things get in my way. Someone has to pay, for the little things.”
The crowd boos thoroughly as “The Little Things” hits the sound system. From the entrance way The Scarborough Fair come out with wide grins on their face as the crowd jeers at them. The two girls look at each other and pose with Mickey dropping to her knees and arms stretched out as Raquel puts a hand on her hip and waves. CK watches on with a rather satisfied smile. Pyros of pink and yellow light up behind them before the three walk towards the ring. Both girls bring Christian into a huddle outside of the squared circle and they talk over they match before Mickey and Raquel yell “BREAK!” at the top of their lungs. The duo roll into the ring, ready for their match as Christian confers with them from the outside one last time before heading back up the ramp.
Mark: Mickey and Raquel have been raising hell ever since they came back and they’ll have plenty more opportunity to do so tonight.
Freya: Fall count anywhere is a recipe for chaos and mischief, two things the Fair are very good at.
Mark: You’ll notice Kincaid not remaining out here for the remainder of this match, as he will be backstage preparing another of his clients for the main event.
Freya: The Scarborough Fair look ready to handle this on their own though.
Mickey and Raquel turn around as the bell rings...and Vivid Colors explodes into them. Rainbow hits a bicycle kick on Mickey while Gaby hits a flying crossbody! Vivid Colors pounds down on the fallen Scarborough Fair, raining fists and forearms on the mischievous team before Mickey and Raquel finally escape a bit and slide backwards out of the ring. Vivid Colors runs at each turnbuckle and start to climb. Mickey and Raquel see what’s happening and jump on the apron, meeting their counterparts on the top turnbuckle. They exchange blows...and the nit starts to seem like the Fair are gonna suplex Living colors off the turnbuckle to the outside!!!
Mark: Oh my God! This would end the match right here! It might kill them!
Freya: The other problem is that it might kill the Fair too if they choose to do it.
However, before Mickey and Raquel can kill their opponents, Vivid Colors counters and fights back with a few shots. The duo then lock up Mickey and Raquel on their respective turnbuckles before superplexing them back into the ring in stereo!!! All four wrestlers stay on the mat, hurting, but Vivid Colors start to get up first!
Mark: Double vision out here as Vivid Colors both pull off superplexes and get the best of that exchange.
Freya: Thank God, because what the Fair was planning might have ended up being a murder.
Colors eventually get back up and convene together before picking Mickey and Raquel up. Violetta and Gabrielle Irish whip Mickey and Raquel at each other but the Scarborough Fair do-si-do around and fly at Gaby and Flaherty...only for Vivid Colors to catch them with stereo dropkicks! Vivid Colors get back to their feet quickly and both pick a member of their opposing team up before both grabbing them and delivering uppercuts. Violetta and Gabrielle nail three or four more uppercuts, knocking the Scarborough Fair back into the ropes. Rainbow and Crimson run at the ropes before bouncing off and looking to clothesline Mickey and Raquel...but the bad guys grab the ropes and pull them down, causing Violetta and gaby to fall over to the outside!
Mark: Mickey and Raquel thinking on their feet in unison...in fact we’ve seen a lot of things in unison tonight.
Freya: These teams are certainly in sync, one might think they were watching synchronized acrobatics or something.
Mickey and Raquel look at each other as Rainbow and Crimson lie on the outside trying to recover. After a second or so, Raquel turns to Mickey and audibly shouts…”MICKKKEEEYYY!!! ….GET THE LADDERS!” Mickey smiles and obliges by running to the opposite side of the ring and sliding outside. She goes under the ring and pulls a black steel ladder out from underneath it. She slides the ladder into the ring and follows it, picking it up...and only then realizing that Vivid Colors was back in the ring and had taken down Raquel before running at Mickey and dual dropkicking the ladder, which knocks Scarborough on her back with the ladder crushing her on the way down!
Mark: Well...so much for Ladder Fu!
Freya: The Scarborough Fair was too eager to bring weapons into this thing so early. It backfired quick.
Vivid Colors pick Mickey up off the mat and Gabrielle says something to Rainbow. The two of them nod and lock Scarborough in a double suplex position in front of the ladder. But before they can hit the move, Raquel jumps on Violetta’s back and then kicks Gaby. Raquel lays another shot into Rainbow as Mickey comes alive and lays forearms into Crimson’s face. Gabrielle eventually hits the ropes and Scarborough roundhouse kicks her a couple times before clotheslining her over the top rope. Crimson falls to the outside and the Fair team up on Rainbow now. Raquel sticks Flaherty’s head between her legs and lifts her up into a powerbomb position. As Fair holds Rainbow, Mickey picks up the ladder and slams it into Rainbow’s back. Mickey then drops the ladder and Raquel powerbombs Rainbow right on top of it!!!!!!
Freya: What a combo! I guess we’re starting to really learn what Ladder Fu is now. Jesus…
Mark: The owner’s wife has to be in total agony! The unforgiving steel bashed her spine not once but twice!
As Violetta lies on the mat, Mickey runs at the ropes, looking for a suicide dive on Crimson….but Gabrielle bashes Scarborough in the face as she dives through the ropes! Mickey hits the outside floor and the camera sees that Gabrielle has gotten a stepladder from under the ring!!! Gaby slides into the ring as Raquel has hooked Violetta’s leg for a pin.
1
2
NO!
Gabrielle breaks up the pin with the stepladder smashing Raquel’s back.
Mark: I guess Gabrielle is ready to use a little Ladder Fu of her own!!
Freya: Saving the match for her team and dealing out quite a bit of damage in the process!
Gaby tosses the stepladder aside and gets her partner back up to her feet. The two talk for a moment before turning their attention to Raquel. Violetta picks Fair up as Gabrielle goes to the turnbuckle. Crimson climbs up to the top rope as Rainbow nails Raquel with a backbreaker. Violletta holds Fair over her leg as Crimson launches herself off the top rope. Crimson nails Raquel with a leg drop as Flaherty holds her across her knee!!! Raquel looks out of it and Rainbow goes for the cover, hooking the leg.
1
2
THR-NO!!!
Mark: Mickey pulled Rainbow off the pinfall to keep her team alive!
Crimson climbs on top Raquel to go for a pin while Scarborough and Violetta go at it on the outside.
1
2
THR-NO!!!
Freya: NO!!! Raquel had too much time to recover! And look what’s happening on the outside now!
Outside the ring, Mickey and Rainbow are fighting and Mickey has gotten the upper hand. In desperation, Violetta whips Scarborough into the barricade. Rainbow then looks for a spinning heel kick to the jaw...but Mickey ducks and Rainbow gets crotched on the guardrail! Scarborough pushes her into the audience and then turns around and slides back into the ring. Crimson turns her attention to Mickey and starts exchanging blows with her, but before long Raquel is back on her feet and grabs Gaby from behind. Fair hits a German suplex on the pink haired phenom. Mickey picks Gabrielle up immediately and kicks her in the gut before locking in a front facelock and nailing her with a DDT. Raquel immediately follows up by bouncing off the ropes and hitting a leg drop.
Mark: The Scarborough Fair is just taking turns now on poor Gabrielle. They’ve isolated her and now they’re brutalizing her.
Freya: I don’t like the Fair but this is great strategy. Gabrielle gets no rest between moves and is taking some serious punishment.
Mickey picks Gabrielle back up and whips her into the ropes, Gaby bounces off and runs into a spear from Raquel. Fair yells something back at Mickey, who slides out of the ring and starts to pull out a table. She slides the table into the ring as Raquel watches...but then Violetta bashes Raquel from behind with a chair. Fair hits the mat and Rainbow uses the chair again. Mickey runs at Rainbow, but Violetta throws the chair at her. Scarborough stops and catches the chair...only Violetta to drive the chair into her face with a running jump kick!
Mark: And Rainbow’s back in this thing with a vengeance! Cleaning house on the Scarborough Fair with that steel chair!
Freya: She’s fighting fire with fire and this match is getting more and more violent by the moment!
Rainbow picks up Mickey and tosses her out of the ring. Gabrielle is back to her feet now, though groggy. Violetta talks to her and points to the table that’s on the ring floor. As Rainbow turns back to Mickey and stomps on her stomach, Crimson starts setting up the table. Violetta nails Mickey with a bunch of open palm strikes before hitting a couple chops to the chest. Rainbow goes for a spinning heel kick but Mickey hits the mat and Violetta misses. Gabrielle catches Mickey as she gets back to her feet though and hits a swinging neckbreaker. The table is set up and Raquel Fair has slid into the ring behind it.
Mark: Vivid Colors working well as a team here. But they need to watch out.
Freya: Raquel’s back in the ring and now she’s going for the ladder again!
Violetta and Gabrielle see Raquel but it’s too late. Fair rams them both with the ladder to knock them down then throws the ladder down on both of their chests. Raquel picks Gabrielle up and tosses her out of the ring. Mickey has dragged herself back up to her feet and she and Raquel start talking again. After a few seconds, Scarborough picks up the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring...directly in front of the table. Then Mickey starts climbing while Raquel picks up Violetta and puts her on the table.
Mark: OH MY GOD! This is insane! Mickey needs to have some sense of sanity here! Think of your career!
Freya: I guess this is when Ladder Fu goes too far.
Raquel watches with a smile on her face as Mickey makes it to the top of the ladder. Scarborough looks like she’s about to jump and crush Violetta…
...but suddenly Gabrielle is back in the ring and taking it to Raquel the two keep fighting. Mickey looks at her partner, as if trying to make a decision, finally she literally says “fuck it” and leaps off the ladder….smashing chest first through the table on her own because Violetta rolled out of the way!!!
Mark: OH MY GOD!! We need medical attention out here for Mickey Scarborough now!
Freya: She went for it but took too long! She’s out of this match for sure now.
Flaherty pushes herself back to her feet as Gabrielle punches Raquel hard enough to turn her around. Violetta does a jumping spin kick directly into Raquel’s face. Fair turns around, barely conscious as she stumbles into Gabrielle who spears Fair right out of her boots! Crimson makes the cover.
Mark: TASTE THE RAINBOW INTO A CRIMSON SPEAR!!!
1
2
THREE!!!!
Freya: And they did it! They evened the series and you know what that means, Mark!
Mark: There needs to be a rubber match...assuming Mickey Scarborough is alive right now.
John: The winners of this match...VIVID COLORS!!!!
The fans cheer as Rainbow and Gabrielle celebrate in the ring. They hug and exit the ring as medics attend to Mickey and Raquel starts to recover.
Mark: A hellacious falls count anywhere match...and yet somehow, I don’t think this one is done yet folks!
Freya: I don’t know how they’re going to top this one….
We cut to a hype video for Extreme Prejudice in Washington DC next month.
Game Changers
Mark Horton: It has been an amazing thus far in Chicago.
Freya: These fans are at the edge of their seats, and this has been one hell of a night.
Mark: I think it’s time for the next one to get underway.
Freya: So we take you to the ring where…
By that moment Freya is instantly cut off when the Saw Theme begin’s to play all across the speakers.
Voice: So I guess this is what it feels like to be in the hometown of your Kyle Kilmeade… Color me unimpressed.
Mark: That’s the voice of the Game Changer! They said they would be here in the building tonight but where exactly are they?
Freya: Look up Mark! Look up!
A spotlight is pointed above the ring. All the way up in the rafters we can see the Game Changer wearing a hooded cloak. Their voice is masked as they speak slowly.
Figure: So I understand that you are probably getting sick and tired of all the videos, so tonight I decided to make an appearance in Kyle Kilmeade country. I am here to let Kyle and the rest of the world know that I am going to win the Midas Touch contract. Once I have that contract for myself I will be able to control my very own destiny. I truly will be the Game Master. While everyone is focusing on doing what they need to do to get by to hold onto their beloved titles I will be watching from afar. Slowly letting time tick away waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike and take what belongs to me. However that may seem like an impossible feat. After all Chicago’s very own Kyle has placed a 20k bounty on my head for whoever throws me out of the match. I find it amusing that I have had the power to get under his skin that much. Not only is there a bounty on my head but I will be entrant number 1 in that match.
The fans all start to cheer as the figure paces around on the rafters. They look down as they slowly shake their head in disagreement.
Figure: It seems like quite the handicap to put on someone you don’t know but it isn’t something that I will shy away from. It just gives me more the reason to go out to that ring and make history. You honestly think that you are in control of this game Kyle? You honestly think that things will go in your favor, and that after the Midas Touch you will be able to rid of me by simply firing me? I have people in my corner Kyle. I have friends that are on my side, and I want to think Miss Violetta Flaherty for taking a stand on Twitter for me. I hope that she will enter this match and she will be out there to watch my back because I certainly would look out for her’s. It honestly seems as if the deck is stacked against me. It seems like I have absolutely no chance at winning. That my big SVW debut could very well end before it even gets started but I won’t allow that to happen.
The figure remains on top of the rafters and now it seems like security guards are coming out from both sides of the rafters.
Mark: There’s security guards up there on the rafters as well.
Freya: This has to be the work of Kyle. I think his level of annoyance has been pushed to it’s limit, and want’s Game Changer removed.
The security guards make their way to the Game Changer, and before they get to the mysterious figure the lights in the arena go out. The arena is covered in complete darkness. The lights turn back on. The only thing in the rafters are the security guards. They are stunned as they look around.
Mark: Where did the Game Changer go?!
Freya: Over there! They are in the crowd!
Sitting down in the crowd surrounded by the roaring crowd is the mysterious figure. Laughing can be heard as they begin to speak again.
Figure: So while you might think you are changing the game. Changing the rules to where everything is against me you have to remember that I am the Game Master. I am not only changing the game but I control it, and you are simply playing this little charade the way I want you to play it. At Extreme Prejudice I will reveal myself to everyone. Consider the challenge accepted. Consider this game to be awesomesauce… Checkmate…. I have you right where I want you...Who will rise up to go after your bounty, who besides Violetta will take a stand for me? The games will continue… Goodbye for now…
With that the lights in the arena go out again. When they come back on a moment later the figure is gone. The crowd is stunned as they don’t know what to make of it.
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John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is for the SVW Tag Team Championship!
Two sea eagle cries are heard before "Rise" hits the sound system. Mika and Leona come from the backstage when the song makes its halt to come back with a stronger beat. Mika raises her right hand in the air with the index, middle and ring fingers fully extended upwards, as Leona lets out a loud war cry. White, blue and red pyros shoot behind their backs as they pose. The two women then strut to the ring and waves to the booing crowd. Once inside the ring, Leona taunts the crowd by roaring at them, while Mika again does her three-finger taunt, dissing and waving the crowd off.
John: Introducing first the challengers at a combined weight of 311lbs, the team of Leona Vega and Mika Demidov...INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT!!!
Mark: Mika and Leona have been having some very well documented issues of late, but they can put those to rest if they manage to capture the SVW tag titles here tonight at Fearless.
Christian: Not gonna introduce me? I see how it is. Just kidding. I always take a special interest in any tag team division, it is where I made my name at first in the ring.
The low, dark-sounding guitars of “I Predict A Riot” by the Kaiser Chiefs come over the PA system, bathing the arena in a sea of colour. A small amount of dry ice comes up from the stage, and through the fog walk Nathan McFarlane and Erica Horton.
John: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 287 pounds, the team of Erica Horton and Nathan McFarlane, the reigning SVW Tag Team Champiosn...QUEENS OF THE MODERN AGE!!!
As the verse begins, the pair high five and makes their way down the ramp. Well, Erica walks and Nathan takes off at a run, both of them holding their hands out to high five the fans. Nathan bolts under the bottom rope, and rolls to his feet. As he reaches his feet, Erica has ascended the steps and is walking along the apron. Nathan holds the ropes open for his sister, who steps through them. The two pose a little, and as the music does, head to their corner to do some last minute planning.
Mark: The reigning tag champions are ready to go, Erica’s been on about this show for a while.
Christian: Gee, I wonder why. She’s just making her first defense as half of the tag team champions. Go figure.
Nina Powers checks with the two teams, Nathan starting for the champions as Mika steps out onto the apron, sending Leona into battle. The two move forward, circling each other for a moment before Vega drops back to the ropes, bouncing off them and coming towards Nathan, leaving her feet for a jumping justice fist that whistles past his head as Nathan sidesteps away, spinning around looking to land a roundhouse kick. Leona ducks underneath it, springing back up and looks to send Nathan to the mat with an arm drag takedown that sees the young man land on his feet and sprint forward into the ropes, springboarding off them and into a flying clothesline, Leona stepping backwards out of the way. Nathan lands on his feet and both of the wrestlers go for a dropkick, hitting the mat and they both roll to one side and back to their feet.
Christian: Both Nathan and Leona thinking the same thing there, and neither of them got anywhere with it.
Mark: That’s bound to happen, and they are already back up. Shouldn’t be much of a feeling out process, these two teams have met before in different tag matches.
Nathan claps Leona as the crowd gets behind the early performance of the two. As they circle, Leona nips in to lock up with her opponent looking to whip him into the ropes, only for Nathan to reverse it. As Leona hits the ropes she grabs hold to stop her momentum short of Nathan’s dropkick. He comes to his knees and Leona drives a running knee into the side of his head that causes him to sprawl to one side. Leaping high Vega takes full advantage delivering a leg drop across his neck to send him down to the canvas, only for her to pull him back up and into an armwrench, dragging him across to the International Incident corner. Stepping through the ropes, Mika drives a right hand into the former SVW Champions ribcage. As Mika takes over, she feeds his arm through his legs, lifting him up and dropping him onto the canvas with a pumphandle slam. Standing over him, Mika delivers a double knee drop into his chest and makes the pin.
Christian: I’ve felt those knees in my chest, and I’d like to say hi to Val. Could be the end of this already.
One…
Two.
Mark: Mika with a near fall, but Nathan wasn’t anywhere near ready to call it a night yet.
Nathan pushes Demidov off of him and sits up as Mika applies a rear facelock, transitioning through into a headlock as Nathan comes to his feet and releases as she drills him with a right hand to the face that drops him to the knees. Mika quickly pulls Nathan up to his feet and lands a European Uppercut that sends him back into the International Incident corner. She lands another and then a third before she walks away from one half of the tag team champion, arms raised getting a loud chorus of boos from the capacity Chicago crowd. Turning back to Nathan Mika comes forward looking to connect with a spinning back punch only for Nathan to use the ring ropes to springboard onto the former Pride Champions shoulders, snapping off a headscissors takedown. The two get to their feet simultaneously, only for Nathan to take two quick steps towards her and catch her with a spinning heel kick to her jaw, knocking her to the mat. Demidov rolls to her knees and Nathan locks in a front facelock, moving towards the Queens corner and tagging in Erica.
Mark: Nathan making the tag to the better looking half of the team. I might be a little biased.
Christian: Biased or afraid of her? Either way, looks like we got some tandem offense on tap here.
Horton comes into the ring and the two members of the tag team Champions drive Mika head first into the canvas with a double DDT. Nathan leaves the ring as Mika holds her head and starts to push from the mat, Erica pulling her upwards and catching her with knees to the gut and straightening her up as she ghosts past her and drops the Russian to the canvas with a neckbreaker. Mika quickly tries to rise up from the mat, only to be tied up and sent back down with a side Russian legsweep. Erica rolls onto her feet as Mika tries to rise once more and she rushes forward, snapping off a suplex that sends her back down to mat, Erica floating over and making the cover.
One…
Two..
..THR-
Mark: Gonna take more than that to keep Mika down. A long Pride title reign is proof of that.
Mika kicks out and Horton comes to her feet, waiting for Mika to get vertical and being to drill her with kicks into the midsection that forces her backwards into the Queens corner once more. Turning her back on Mika, Erica fires off back elbows to the side of her head. Walking forward to the middle of the ring, Erica turns rushing forward and driving a flying elbow into Demidovs jaw. The Queens exchange tags, Erica dropping to all fours as Nathan comes in, steps on her back and flies with Poetry in Motion. Erica rolls out of the way and Mika stumbles forward as Nathan flies from the ring ropes and drives her face first into the mat with a bulldog. Rolling her over, Nathan makes the cover and hooks the leg on Mika.
Christian: I don’t think this is going to do it, but we’ll see.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Mark: You were right, we’ve talked about Mika’s resiliency. There it is on display.
Mika rolls the shoulder and Nathan takes off across the ring, catching the Russian before she can get up with a baseball slide. Demidov tries to shake it off as she kneels up and McFarlane unloads with a series of kicks to her chest, that once more knocks her into the corner and allows Nathan to send her out into the middle of the ring with a monkey flip. Mika rolls onto her knees and Nathan flies forward, hitting her with a shining wizard that sends the challenger to the mat. The champion follows up by hitting three rapid fire elbow drops to the heart. The final elbow drop causes Mika to sit up and on instinct roll over to one side and start to rise, Nathan doesn’t allow her to try and build any momentum, lifting her up and dropping her on her head with a brainbuster. Mika crumples up and Nathan springboards off the ropes and connects with a lionsault, hooking her leg for the pinfall.
One…
Two…
...THR---
Christian: Leona making the save right there, see that’s what a good tag partner does. She doesn’t stand out there on the apron like a pimple and hope the partner kicks out.
Leona comes into the ring to break up the pin with a leg drop across the back of his head. Nathan comes to his feet quickly and Leona catches him with a codebreaker before Erica comes into the ring and the two start throwing right and left hands at each other - Powers stepping in between both of them to split them up and orders them both out of the ring, backing Erica up to the ropes only for Leona to hit a recovering Nathan with a bicycle kick to this face, that incenses Erica even more as she tries to escape Powers attentions and fails as the referee counts her down. Again Nathan attempts to make a recovery and again Leona stops it in it’s tracks with a jumping justice fist. Finally Erica steps out of the ring and Powers turns her attention to Leona, the Mexican getting one last stomp in on Nathan before she slowly leaves the ring.
Mark: Leona going to work on the Hall of Famer, and Erica is letting her brother get pummeled here.
Christian: Sometimes your tag partner is your worst enemy in a tag match, Mark. Case in point.
Mika is back on her feet, resting against the ring ropes as Nathan makes it to his knees. The Russian casts a glance over at the referee who has her attention on Leona as she steps through the ropes and Mika moves forward quickly and punts him right between the legs. Pulling him upright, Mika irish whips him into the ropes and catches him on his return with a big boot to the face that knocks him down to the canvas. She watches him rise before she hits the ropes and springboards off the ropes and breaks him in half with an upside down spear. Hooking his leg she presses her arm across his chest.
Christian: That was...devastating, Mark! New tag champions coming up!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Mark: Near fall for Nathan, and this tag title match continues.
Nathan kicks out of the pinning combination before the three count and is dragged up to his feet by Mika who throws him into the International Incident corner and brings her foot up, pressing it against his throat. Nina Powers counts her down, reaching four before Mika lowers her foot and immediately moves forward getting into Nathan’s face and wrapping a hand around his throat instead. Another count comes, Nina Powers reaching four before Mika breaks getting herself chewed out by the assigned official as she does and allowing Leona to apply a choke of her own on the Champion, releasing just as Nina turns around. Nathan drops in the corner and once more Mika comes forward to place her foot across his throat, breaking on the referees four count yet again and tagging in Leona. The Mexican catapults herself over the top rope and drives her feet into the former SVW champions gut. Leona rolls back to the apron as Mika pulls Nathan to his feet, whipping him across the ring and Leona slingshots herself in and lands a tornado DDT to the young man. Leona makes the cover, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!NO!!!!
Christian: Another near fall right there, Leona is so close to the win, she can taste it.
At the last moment Nathan rolls his shoulder to break up the pinfall. Leona waves him up to his feet, bouncing off the ropes in front of him and driving a running knee into his jaw, rocking him back on his haunches. He rocks forward, kneeling up once more as Leona springboards off the ropes to the side of him, twisting her body around and smashing her foot into the back of his head, sending him back down to the canvas. Quickly Vega pulls him up to his feet and snaps off a suplex. Keeping her arm wrapped around his head, Vega pops her hips, comes to her feet and pulls him upward again only to spike him down into the mat with a DDT, standing him on his head before he falls down to the mat. Vega makes the cover.
One…
Two…
...THRE---
Mark: Erica stopping that count on her brother, but the way this is going, the Queens’ tag title reign may be short-lived here tonight at Fearless.
In the nick of time, Erica makes the save, stomping on Leona’s head and heading straight back to the corner, only for Mika to charge across the ring and send Erica tumbling out of the ring to the outside with a dropkick. Turning, she barks an order to Leona, the pair turning their attention to Nathan as he rises up, Mika spearing his legs out from under him while Leona goes high with a jumping lariat. Mika rolls out under the ropes and Leona looks over at Erica on the outside, charging across the ring and taking off with a suicide plancha over the top rope and sends her crashing into the barrier once more. Leona slides back into the ring, as Nathan gets upright once more. Running forward, Leona leaves her feet and connects with a jumping high kick. Somehow Nathan staggers backward into the ring ropes and bounces forward a couple of steps into Vega’s clutches, the Luchadore lifting him up into a firemans carry. McFarlane starts to fire off elbows into the side of her head, gaining a release. Landing on his feet, the tag Champion staggers backward and as Leona spins Nathan drives her into the mat with an RKO.
Mark: GOOD GOD! Nathan PLANTED Leona!!
Christian: But he can’t follow up, Mark! This is giving Leona time to recover.
Nathan lays on the mat catching his breath and clearing the cobwebs, Powers checking on him. Finally he starts to move, rolling onto his front and crawling towards the Queens corner. Before he can get there, Leona catches his ankle and starts to pull him backwards, Nathan getting onto his feet and hopping up and down before throwing his weight forward, sending Leona forward and off balance. Nathan rolls to his feet and explodes a flash kick into the Mexican’s jaw that sends her down to the mat. Finally Nathan rolls to his corner, making the tag to Erica. The young woman explodes across the ring, throwing a superkick towards Mika Demidov as she drops off the apron to avoid it, Erica staring down at her for a moment before she turns her attention to Leona, kicking her in the ass as she rises up and follows it with a double knee jumping backbreaker. Vega falls to the mat and Erica hooks both legs, rolling her up for the pin, while Nathan almost dares Demidov to try and make the save
Mark: Nathan daring Mika to come do something...
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!
Christian: And that’s it! The Queens pick up their first tag title defense! I give Leona a hell of a lot of credit there. She’s ridiculously resilient and had this thing won more than once.
Nina Powers calls for the bell, Nathan helping Erica to her feet and the two celebrate while John makes the official announcement.
John: Here are your winners, by way of pinfall, the team of Erica Horton and Nathan McFarlane and still SVW Tag Team Champions….QUEENS OF THE MODERN AGE!!!
The camera cuts to Mika Demidov as she glares at Leona from the corner, waiting for her to start to recover before she shakes her head at her, dropping from the apron and heading back up the ramp, leaving her partner behind.
Mark: What is this? Mika...she’s taking it to the back and leaving Leona behind. There are major problems in the International Incident.
Christian: That’s pretty damn shitty right there. You win as a team, or you lose as one. Congrats to the Queens, but something is going on here that doesn’t sit well.
The camera cuts back to the celebrating tag team champions as they raise the title belts above their head before the show cuts elsewhere.
Bah Bah Black Sheep
Backstage at the United Center we are able to see Stephanie Sullivan with an arrogant look on her face. She licks her lips slightly as she is standing in front of Cassandra Paxton. Cassandra holds the microphone up to her lips as she looks at Stephanie.
Cassandra: Ladies and gentlemen my guest at this time is none other than the Black Sheep of wrestling Stephanie Sullivan. Stephanie for the past few weeks we have seen you time and time again unleash your aggression upon Crystal Hilton. Care to share any words about what you are doing?
Stephanie cracks an evil grin as she runs her hands slightly through her hair. Her eyes meet with that of Cassandra’s as she let’s out a long sigh and begins to speak.
Stephanie: So you want to know my feelings on the situation? What do I really need to say about the stupid cunt that is my former best friend? You want the truth about Crystal Cassandra? The fact is she is a stupid and useless cunt. She may have been the reason why I found myself in the wrestling business but she isn’t even on the same level that I am. The truth is when you look at Crystal you see a woman that is inferior to me in every single way. She is a God horrible wrestler. I mean come on when 80 percent of your offense is filled with high flying offense that isn’t wrestling that’s just being a spot monkey at best. She has turned into one of the biggest clingiest pieces of shit in wrestling today. If Casey was smart she would drop her quickly and move on with her life because Crystal will only pull you downwards with her. I guess you can say that the biggest problem with Crystal is that she is a leech. A leech who will suck you dry of everything that you are.
Stephanie takes a long deep breath as she continues to speak.
Stephanie: However that isn’t my biggest problem with Crystal. I guess the biggest issue with her is that she is a horrible mother. a very, very horrible mother. I mean who could possibly have the audacity to run her own daughter over with a car. That is just purely pathetic. Will Crystal react to what I am saying? Of course she won’t because she is a bitch. A bitch who somehow is still clinging onto the hope that her best friend is just going through a phase but the reality is that her best friend couldn’t give two shits about her anymore. I made that point known the moment I attacked her, and the attacks will keep on happening. I am out to prove something… And that something is how weak Crystal really is as a person. I feel bad for Brittany… It must be hard having to grow up acknowledging how messed up your own mother is. Don’t worry Britt you could always look at your Godmother Stephanie for that positive female in your life. You can look at me as being the real woman that will cherish you and be there when you need….
Before Stephanie can finish that train of thought she is immediately sent to the ground with a roundhouse kick to the temple. Hovering over her wearing a white hoodie that reads “Reflection of Perfection” on the back of it is none other than Crystal Hilton. Crystal Hilton is locked in a trance as she begins to stomp the life out of Stephanie driving boot after boot into her gut. Stephanie tries to cover up but Crystal walks over to her legs and turns her over placing her former best friend into the Withering Rose. Stephanie screams loudly as she begins to slap the floor with her hand. Tapping out from the Elevated Boston Crab.
Stephanie: GET OFF ME!!! GET OFF ME!!!!
Crystal however doesn’t say anything as she pulls back even further than before. She pulls all the way backwards as she applies even more pressure than before. Crystal however is forced to let go as security guards rush onto the scene pulling her away, but Crystal tries to break free as she makes her way back over to Stephanie and lays more boots into her before she is finally grabbed and taken away. Medical staff run over to Stephanie as they check on the Irish American beauty as we fade out to else where….
The show heads back into the arena, where we find John Youle already waiting in the ring.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The graphic on the video wall shows that the match between Misty and Ignis is next, which brings a pop from the fans.
Mark: A Pride division showdown is on tap! And I don’t think there’s any loveloss between these two as Misty Whitmore looks to put a much more vicious Ignis in check! Joining me is one of SVW’s newest additions to the roster in Jo McFarlane. And Jo, Ignis already injured the Pride Champion. Do you think she’s going to try to do it again but with Misty tonight?
Jo: I don’t see a reason she won’t attempt it. Whether or not she’ll succeed remains to be seen though. Misty’s much more aware of her body and its limits than Chris Kane.
The heavy crunching riffs of “I Love Playing With Fire” by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts hit the PA. As the vocals kick in, Ignis walks out of the entranceway, her arm shooting up as flames blast out from the stage, Andy Marx following behind her. She twirls around him, giving him a kiss. Ignis walks down the ramp before hopping onto the apron and flipping over the top rope. She points to the far turnbuckle, and a flame shoots out of it, before doing the same at each of the four turnbuckles, almost as though she is conducting a symphony of flame, as Andy walks down to ringside..
Cory: Introducing first, she hails from Llanfair, PG Wales! Accompanied by Andrew Marx, this is….’THE FIREBIRD’ IGNIS!!
Mark: Ever since turning her back on her tag team partner Hayley, Ignis has become pretty much unbearable with her ego. And she’s also taken to trying to severely injure her opponents in SVW. She put Emi Yamamoto out entirely, tried to end Ashley Chase’s career, and caused the reigning Pride Champion to go into a huge match tonight with a highly damaged arm.
Jo: Ignis’ ego is what broke up Bounce and Pounce in the first place! She’s been going out of her way to make sure that people know she’s out to hurt them anywhere she goes. There’s nothig wrong with making a statement, but...
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.
Mark: Misty Whitmore has plenty of experience with bullies, she’s had to deal with them practically her entire professional career. But Jo, I think Ignis is a different kind than she’s faced before. Others just wanted to embarrass or humiliate her, but Ignis...she may try to cripple her if she has the chance tonight.
Jo: All bullies want to make you feel the size of a pea no matter how they go about it. But Misty;s better than bullies, she’s proven that more than once. She should hopefully do that again tonight.
As Billy Phelps calls for the bell, the fans begin a very loud pro-Misty chant, which brings a smile to her face. She looks around at the crowd, some waving signs in her honor before Ignis charges across and blindsides her with a clothesline that sends her back into the turnbuckles. Ignis begins blasting away with forearm shots to her back and head, driving her down onto her knees in the corner before she grabs the ropes and drives her knee into Misty’s face. The cheers from the fans turn to even louder boos as Ignis shoves her face down on the mat, scrubbing her face into the mat as she sits on her back. She pulls her head up and grabs both sides of her mouth before she starts pulling in opposite directions on Misty’s face, almost as though she were trying to disfigure her.
Jo: Ignis off to a flying start, partially caused by Misty’s pandering. Never a good idea when it’s someone like that! She’ll rip Misty’s face apart though!
Mark: Misty feeds off the crowd’s response a lot of times, it’s almost like having a tag team partner in there for her.
The referee began counting her down before Ignis released on four. She rose to her feet, extending her arms as though she were basking in the hatred of the fans. Blowing a kiss down to her boyfriend, she pulls Misty back up to her feet and shoves her back into the corner. And with a vicious chop to her chest, Ignis lifts her back up and delivers a second and third. Grabbing her hand, she whips her across for the ride. The Firebird looks for a clothesline but Misty ducks underneath and ends up behind her. Ignis turns to face her as Whitmore’s face shows nothing but anger as she begins to unload with big right hands to her head one after another. This gets the crowd back into it as Misty fires shot after shot, scooping her up and nailing an inverted atomic drop! Ignis staggers a little bo legged away from her as Misty takes off for the near side and springboards off into a high cross body that flattens the redhead. She quickly reaches across and hooks a leg.
Jo: That was beautifully executed!
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mark: Ignis kicked out, and Misty has been sufficiently fired up by her opponent’s actions here tonight, I think!
Misty started back to her feet, pulling up Ignis with her before shooked her in place and delivered a side Russian leg sweep to put her back down. Whitmore took off for the far side and came off with a senton back splash onto Ignis as she tried to get up. The fans began a chant for Misty as she pulled Ignis up and buried a knee into her abdomen. Whitmore took a couple steps back and began to unleash a few kicks to Ignis’ before she whipped her with velocity into the adjacent corner. Ignis crashed hard into the turnbuckles and staggered out as Misty took off behind her. She went for a running bulldog, but Ignis wrapped her arm around the top rope and Misty landed back and head first onto the canvas. The Firebird dropped to one knee for a moment as she tried to pull herself together.
Mark: Misty landed right on the back of her head there, and you can tell Ignis has been taking a shellacking. She’s having to collect herself instead of capitalizing as might normally.
Jo: That works to Misty’s advantage though! But considering the way she landed, maybe not...
Ignis finally got back to her feet, firing a stiff front kick into Misty’s back as the blonde started to sit up. The Firebird pulled her up, placing her arm behind her back into a hammerlock before scooping her and slamming her into the canvas. She grabbed that same arm and rolled her onto her stomach before driving her knee into the shoulder and pulling back on it immediately. Misty’s face registered abject pain as Ignis continued to crank back on that arm, pulling it across her own knee.
Mark: Look at the torque on Misty’s arm perpetrated by the Firebird with a very basic form of an arm bar. Simple but effective, and the Firebird has pinpointed her favorite body part.
Jo: Most definitely! No arms, no lifts, no upper body strikes!
Misty managed to get her foot under the ropes behind her, causing Phelps to ask for the break. Ignis finally released on a four count before she rose back to her feet. Shaking her head, she stepped onto Misty’s arm for a moment and then began to stomp on her fingers of her hand. The live crowd was none too pleased with Megan’s effort as she pulled Misty back to her feet and rammed her shoulder first into the ring post. Misty’s and shoulder went between the top and middle turnbuckles as her shoulder hit the steel. Ignis rolled her up from behind into a schoolgirl rollup!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Mark: Ignis is working that arm and shoulder like a surgeon. I’m not sure she thought she’d get a pinfall there, but she made Misty have to get her shoulder up...which didn’t do her any favors.
Jo: She might not have been looking for a fall based solely on that logic. Misty has to expend energy and use her weakened arm. Both of those are plusses for Ignis.
Misty did get her shoulder up in time before the three, then rolled out to the floor. Whitmore clutched her arm to her body as Ignis rolled out to the floor on the near side after her. The Firebird took off around the corner towards her, but Misty surprised her with a drop toe hold that sent her face first onto the floor with a thud. The fans began a renewed chant for Misty as she leaned against the apron for a moment and pulled Ignis up with a good arm. Ignis tried to fire her into the ring post, but Misty countered and sent her instead. Ignis’ body crashed against the post as Misty took off behind her with a running clothesline. As she neared her, Ignis dropped out of the way and Misty wrapped her arm around the ringpost instead. Whitmore shouted in pain as Ignis rolled back into the ring to break the referee’s count and then roll back out.
Mark: Misty mistimed that clothesline and did she ever pay for it! And it looks like Ignis is content to keep this fight down on the floor. Almost surprised we haven’t seen Marx get involved yet.
Jo: I hope he stays out of it, personally. But don’t jinx it!
The Firebird pulled Misty by the arm and bounced it across the ringside barricade. Scooping her onto her shoulder, Ignis rammed her shoulder first back into the ring post again. The crowd was none too happy with this as the boos began again as Ignis took a moment to wrap her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and share a kiss with him. Meanwhile Misty started to get back up to her feet with an angry look on her face. She pulled Ignis away and spun her around before she caught her with a discus punch right to the jaw. The Firebird staggered backwards as Misty took off towards her, leaving her feet in a running headscissors….before she dropped Ignis headfirst onto the ringside floor! Misty clutched her arm to her side with a furious expression.
Mark: My God, Ignis got planted on the floor. And if you haven’t noticed, the Firebird has pissed Misty off!
Marx moved in behind her as Misty spun around to face him, causing Andy to hold up both hands and start to back off as he told her he was an injured man. This gave Ignis a chance as she started to get to her feet, stalking behind Misty as she watched her boyfriend. But Whitmore surprised her with a mule kick to the gut as she approached before Misty shoved her back into the ring and followed in after her as the referee had gotten to eight in his count.
Jo: Excellent awareness by Misty!
Misty pounded the turnbuckle with her good hand, as the fans began to chant for her in unison. She pulled Ignis up and hooked her head before dropping her with a DDT! She slowly got back to her feet as she gave the fans the sign for the Ad Astra.
Mark: You know what’s coming here, Misty’s had enough of this! She wants to put Ignis away right now!
Jo: End it, Misty! End it now!
She doubled back towards the corner and climbed up to the top rope, much to the delight of the fans in attendance in the arena.
Mark: She’s going up top for it….she really wants to do a number on Ignis!
Misty perched herself into position as Ignis grabbed Phelps, pulling him to her. Andy hopped up on the apron and began shaking the rope, causing Misty to lose her balance before she landed straddling the turnbuckle! Ignis let Phelps go as he glanced back to see Misty doubled over on the top rope.
Jo: Well, that was crappy! Why do people always insist on getting involved as though their clients slash whatever are incapable?!
The Firebird slowly began to get to her feet, moving towards the corner as she climbed up top. She hooked both of her arms and launched Misty with a butterfly suplex overhead to the mat! Whitmore’s body bounced off the canvas as Ignis crawled across and hooked her leg.
Mark: That’ll do it! I can’t remember ever seeing a double underhook suplex from the top! Misty’s gotta be done!
Jo: Neither have I, but it was some sight!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!
Misty’s arm shot up just in the nick of time as Ignis looked up to Phelps with an incredulous look.
Mark: Ignis can’t believe that wasn’t three, and I’m not sure I blame her for feeling that way! But Misty showing tremendous resolve here, as we’ve come to expect from her.
Jo: Everyone’s surprised by that, I think! Instinct alone got her out of that one!
Ignis got into a heated debate with Phelps about the count as Misty began to get up behind her. The crowd began chanting for her again as Whitmore took off for the ropes and rebounded. As Ignis turned to face her, Misty left her feet for the inverted spiked huracanrana and connected perfectly!
Mark: AD ASTRA!!! Misty nailed every bit of it!!
Jo: That’s what happens when you’re not looking, Ignis!
Misty quickly crawled across her and hooked the leg with her good arm. The referee fell into position.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Andy jerked the referee out of the ring as his hand went down for three.
Mark: Damn it!!
Jo: For the love...whatever! Ugh.
The referee read Andy the riot act on the floor as Misty looked around with a confused look, not sure if that was three or not. The referee told Andy to leave the ringside area, which didn’t sit well with the trainer as Misty called the official’s name from the ring. Phelps got back inside, telling Misty he didn’t finish his count and it was just two. Whitmore’s face sank at that as she gave Andy a death stare as he slowly began to back up the ramp, keeping his eyes on the ring and moving VERY slowly.
Jo: Not entirely sure why he’s going so slowly, or why Misty’s watching him. She’ll end up doing the same thing Ignis did!
Misty doubled back after Ignis, leaning down to grab her when the Firebird clinched her arm and took her over into the cross armbreaker!
Mark: BURNING EMBERS!!! Ignis has her pet move locked in!!
Jo: And on the weakened arm! This isn’t good!
Misty shouted in pain as Ignis continued to crank on that bad arm with a vengeance, locking her legs around it and pinning Misty’s body down to the mat at the same time. Whitmore struggled to keep one shoulder off the mat to avoid being pinned, though her other arm was trapped.
Mark: Misty Whitmore is fighting a battle on two fronts here, Jo. She doesn’t want to tap, but she also is trying to avoid a pinfall at the same time with Ignis’ legs across her chest!
Jo: And I doubt Ignis cares which battle she loses, if she loses at all!
Phelps asked Misty if she wanted to quit, but Whitmore shook her head. Ignis screamed at her to tap, but the blonde refused to do so. The Firebird continued to apply more pressure as she started to bow her back up to stretch Misty’s arm even more. Whitmore looked around for the ropes, but found none within reach as Ignis poured on the pressure.
Mark: Misty’s stuck, no other way to put it! She can’t move too much, and there’s no ropes within reach! And Ignis is more than happy to break her arm.
Jo: Yep! Anything to make her point! Ignis isn’t the compassionate wrestler she was, and it’s been showing like this for months!
Misty’s face contorted in pain as she felt the pressure getting deeper against her arm. Whitmore’s eyes watered as Ignis tried to increase the pressure more before Misty tapped the mat. Phelps called for the bell as the fans booed to a thunderous level.
John: The winner of this match…..’THE FIREBIRD’ IGNIS!!!
Mark: Misty had no choice, it was tap or get her arm broken! And Ignis is….not letting go!
The referee called for the bell again as Ignis kept the hold applied, pulling against her arm as hard as she could. Andy came back to the ring, applauding his girlfriend as Phelps yelled at her to let go.
Jo: Hey, Andy...might wanna do that calming down thing you’re so damn good at doing...
The referee prised Ignis’ hands free of her arm as the Firebird rolled to her feet. Phelps raised her hand reluctantly as Andy joined his girlfriend in the ring, whom shared another kiss with him before she took a bow.
Mark: This match was back and forth, and I maintain Misty had it won earlier with the Ad Astra. But ever the opportunist, Ignis comes away with the win here tonight at Fearless.
Jo: She does, and there’s jack all we can do about it sadly.
The boos continued to rain down from the fans as Ignis and Andy shared another lurid kiss in the ring before we cut to the backstage area.
Back to the Mirror
The cameras are in the locker room area where we are able to see Crystal wearing her hoodie. She pulls her hoodie down as she shows off her face. There is a look of seriousness on her face as her eyes meet with that in the mirror. She can’t help but stare at her reflection as she begins to speak to it.
Crystal: Mirror… Mirror… on the wall who is the baddest bitch of them all?
Crystal turns around as her eyes meet with the camera lens and she speaks right into the heart of the camera.
Crystal: It has been God knows how long since you have heard me say that phrase… That I know too be true… But I guess this is what Stephanie has wanted all along. She wanted a Crystal that would fight back, one that wouldn’t take her shit, and I am not going to sit there and take her bullcrap anymore like I am someone suffering from the battered wife syndrome. Stephanie has no one to blame for pushing this side of me to come out but now that it’s out there’s no turning back now. I just want to go on the record and thank people like Samara, Caroline, Mileena, and even Penny for telling me to step up and do something about Stephanie. I was set to let everything go but the moment that Stephanie mentioned my daughter out of her mouth is the moment that I lost my cool and I knew that she needed to be dealt with. Which would explain why I made her tap out like a bitch earlier tonight.
Crystal let’s a smile escape her lips as she begins to speak some more.
Crystal: For the past couple of months we have all witnessed me becoming this clingy individual, trying to do anything in my power to get noticed. Bringing out the over the top antics just to get Casey to team up with me along with everything else, but Stephanie awoke something that she is going to wish that she didn’t. She gave me a reason to go back into being that woman that was kicking many asses and looking good for the fans while doing so. She has allowed me to go back into being the Reflection of Perfection, the Rose Goddess… The woman who gives everything that she has in the center of the ring not only for herself but for the fans who have given her every single inch of their support. I refuse to let my fans suffering at seeing the shell of my former self run around making a mockery of herself. So now I am back and it’s time for the story of perfection to begin again.
Crystal takes a deep breath as she continues to speak again.
Crystal: When I say perfection I don’t mean living in the delusions of grandeur. I mean giving the fans something that is perfect, and I think something that will be completely perfect will be the way that I handle Stephanie when the time comes. That scene… That image will be true perfection at it’s finest. So Stephanie I guiess you can say that you have my attention and for you that isn’t necessarily isn’t a good thing. Let it be known that you started something that you knew damn well you wouldn’t be able to finish. I am going to end this little conflict between you and I… You want to know why I am going to do the sort? For it is written in the book that is Crystal Hilton Chapter 2 verse 3…
Crystal smiles as she looks into the camera, and she can hear the crowd in the background as they say it with her.
Crystal: For all Shall bow and fall before the Rose Goddess…. So bring it Stephanie because what happened was just a small taste of what I am about. Whether it’s you tapping out or me hitting you with a high flying move, or even wrestling ont he ground. I can do anything. I am a jack of all trades and you will see why when we eventually meet. This rose simply refuses to wither away….
With that Crystal smirks as she throws her hood over her head as we fade out to elsewhere.
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John: The following contest is a 20-Minute Hardcore Championship Scramble for the Chaos Championship!
Pop!
John: The rules are as follows: two wrestlers will start in the ring, and every 5 minutes, another one shall join the match, according to a particular order decided by a random draw earlier today. At the end of the 20 minutes, the last contestant to have earned a pinfall or a submission will be declared the winner!
Freya: Who's gonna start us off?! I can't wait!
The lights turn off entirely as the sounds of Marilyn Manson’s cover of This is Halloween pulses through the arena. Lights flicker, showing only that the ramp is filling with dark smoke before the arena lights up a touch, showing a form in the middle of the smoke. Emerging slowly, crouched and creeping out with Beauty, his hyena at his side on a chain is Phobos. The masked maniac slowly creeps to the ring, his masked face turning to a fan from time to time.
John: Entering at #1, standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 166.6lbs... From parts Unknown, The Lord of Fear... PHOBOS!!!
Mark: The Living Nightmare is going to start us off, and it begs the questions: how fast can his opponents run, and how long will he last?
Freya: Phobos is a master of mind games, and chaos is his middle name... I mean... It's an... expression. I don't know his name. BUT STILL, we're in for a lot of crazy stuff with this fellow coming out first.
Tying Beauty to the ring post and speaking something to her, Phobos slithers into the ring. The ring fills up with smoke and he sits, crouched in the corner muttering things to himself as the lights flicker and turn back on. After a moment of silence and boos, to which Beauty responds by owling, the lights in the arena fade, and the voice of Pollaski’s best friend, Terrence Thompson is heard over the loudspeaker, accompanied by an all female chorus.
Terrence: Who's that new sheriff in the hood, who's gonna make sure everything is all good?
Chorus (and fans who cheer along): Pollaski!
Terrence: And who's going to run right out of town any one who brings SVW down?
Chorus: Pollaski!!!
Terrence: You know, they say that Pollaski is one bad mother-
Wendy: SHUT UP, TERRENCE!!!
#TARZAN AND JANE ARE SWINGING ON A VINE
SIPPIN FROM A BOTTLE OF VODKA DOUBLE WINE#
Christina Aguilera's 'Candyman' hits the speakers, and the lights come back on as the crowd gives a thoroughly mixed reaction to Daniel Pollaski as he comes rolling out onto the stage on his trusty Segway, his sheriff’s hat on his head, and his badge pinned to a Northwestern football jersey.
John: And at #2, from Ellensburg, Washington... The Sheriff... DANIEL POLLASKI!!!
Mark: It's the Nightmare versus the Sheriff! Daniel Pollaski has been on quite the roll here in SVW, and if history repeats itself, he may leave Chicago with far more gold than just a star brooch!
Freya: Pretty fly for a fat guy! He's got moves and he's got swing, and he's coming for the kill! But is the Department of Dan-Land Security enough to stop a nightmare? We're yet to see!
He tips his hat to the crowd, then motors his Segway down the ramp, slamming on the brakes before he runs into the ring. He then does a lap of honor around the ring, high fiving what supporters he has, before coming to a stop at his corner. He takes off his hat and badge, hanging them on his Segway before retrieving a mini-baseball bat from inside a pocket, then heading up the ramp into the ring. He stretches out against the ropes before looking at Phobos, who has his arms crossed, pointing the bat at him.
The referee proceeds to check Phobos for something... Which he then soon realizes was a stupid thing to begin with, and then rings the bell. Pollaski and Phobos keep circling one another for a while, while talking trash to one another, until Pollaski finally swings the bat at Phobos, but the Living Nightmare blocks it with... a punch! The bat is spiked into the pins in Phobos' glove and the two wrestlers struggle to see who takes the bat. Pollaski ultimately yanks the bat away just as Phobos swings his other hand at the Sheriff. Daniel ducks, but eventually loses his balance, falling backwards, giving Phobos the time to run across the ring, hit the turnbuckles as if they were ropes and crash into Pollaski with a running dropkick that squeezes the Washingtonian against the tensors. Phobos then proceeds to raise one foot and press it against Pollaski's throat, arching his upper body forward as he starts talking trash to the Sheriff.
Mark: Again, this is a HARDCORE Scramble, so everything is legal... Including choking against the turnbuckles.
Freya: And this match doesn't end on a fall, it ends with time! So the best strategy is to tire your opponent out before going for the kill!
The "torture" only ends when Pollaski raises his bat and smashes it against Phobos' hip, making the masked maniac fall to the side and struggle, holding his hip bones where he was hit, as Pollaski gets up and raises the bat like it's some kind of war cry. The Sheriff then proceeds to smack Phobos with the bat over and over and over again, as the Nightmare can just squirm about and try to get out of dodge. As Phobos finally calms down at one corner of the ring, Pollaski grins as he (slowly) makes his way to the top rope... And slaps his thighs, signaling something terrible.
Freya: He's gonna fly! Fly, fatass! Fly!
Mark: That's what he calls it, and Phobos may be crushed under Daniel and spend the rest of this match in a less than flattering state!
Freya: Less than flattering, but definitely FLATTENING!
As Pollaski laps from the top rope, he scores the sumo 'senton'... against the mat, as Phobos runs out of the way, avoiding the early kill! As Pollaski howls in pain after having crushed his own tailbone, Phobos runs to the opposite corner of the ring and produces something from inside his thighs: a small satchel, where he puts his hands inside and gets... something. Taking firm hold of the satchel with the other hand, Phobos then runs into Pollaski, leaping right before meeting him and giving him a Superman 'slap' that seems to have hurt more than usual, as Pollaski rolls around and screams loudly. That's when small things fall from Pollaski's cheek...
Freya: THUMBTACKS! Phobos just slapped thumbtacks into Pollaski's face!
Mark: Along with those spiked gloves, looks like Phobos wants to impale people or something.
The same tacks that hurt Pollaski's face have perfurated Phobos' hand; not something he's upset with. In fact, Phobos smears the blood coming out of his own hands into his mask, and gives out a maniacal laughter before throwing the satchel up, producing a rain of thumbtacks and small pieces of broken glass. As the satchel falls, Phobos gets it and shakes it, forcing the pins that haven't fell off to fly as well. He seems to be having a lot of fun with that, though, as he misses Pollaski coming into him with a STIFF lariat that almost flips the Parts Unknowner upside down.
Mark: Freya, could you please?
Freya: Gladly: LARIATOOOOO~! He just flipped Phobos inside out!
Phobos crashes on the "thumbtack bed" he made the ring to be, and Pollaski starts stomping a mudhole into the masked madman, yelling things like "YOU COULD HAVE BLINDED ME, YOU SONOVAGUN!", only stopping when he's pleased. He then starts clearing a small path on the ring, kicking the pins away until he reaches the ropes. He then bounces and runs into Phobos, safely landing a body splash on him, before covering.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Phobos forces out.
Freya: Two-count, we ain't going anywhere!
Mark: Just a reminder for our fans and watchers: if NOBODY scores a fall during this whole match, Nathan Thunder wins by default!
Pollaski shakes his head and gets up, grabbing Phobos by the head and bringing his opponent to his feet before lifting himup and attempting to put him in the Torture Rack... But Phobos flips and falls on his feet right behind Dan! As Dan turns around, Phobos takes the clear path his opponent made and bounces on the ropes, trying to score a big move... That's immediately stopped as Pollaski crashes into Phobos with a shoulder block. Phobos rolls on the ring and tries to use the ropes as leverage to get up. That's when Pollaski comes running into Phobos for another splash, but Phobos smartly does a barrel roll and trips Pollaski, forcing the big guy to fall into the ropes. Pollaski is now hanging on the second rope as Phobos gets up. Phobos again runs the ropes, and then hops on Pollaski's back, forcing his own upper body forward to grab Pollaski and put him in a wicked variation of the crippler crossface!
Mark: Oh, that's innovative! Phobos might have heard you, Freya!
Freya: It's the right thing to do, wear your opponent out first, then go for it!
Only after some time of torture, Pollaski does the obvious and tips his body aside,making Phobos fall... Onto a small pile of tacks. The masked madman lets out a brief shriek of pain before forcing himself up, as Pollaski sets himself free from the ropes and coughs a bit. Phobos then runs to the other side of the ring and gets something Pollaski has left behind: the bat! Kicking the bat and making it spin in the air, Phobos grabs it, turns around to see Pollaski... And learns a second too late that he's about to crash into him again, this time with a whole body block. Pollaski then rolls out of the ring and checks under the ring, eventually producing a steel chair, which he throws into the ring, and then continues looking. A second chair is produced and also thrown into the ring. When Pollaski finalls rolls back into the ring and brings himself to his feet, Phobos swings the baseball bat HARD into Dan's shin, making the big man fall to his fours!
Freya: Hey, batter, batter! That was a SICK shot to his leg, could've fractured it!... And I know all about fractured legs.
Mark: Not a pretty hit by any means, but effective nevertheless, as Phobos brings Daniel down.
Phobos struggles a bit to get up, but when he does, he grabs the two chairs, one with each hand, and starts playing them like cymbals, crashing them into Pollaski's body. It's not as strong as using a chair with two hands, though; so Pollaski easily shrugs it off and blasts into Phobos, hitting him with a spear-like impulse, forcing him into the turnbuckles. As Phobos withers, Pollaski retrieves the two chairs, holding them with one hand, and then gets back to Phobos, throwing himto the center of the mat by the head. Pollaski then raises Phobos' head, and rests a chair under it, making Phobos lie down on it like a pillow, and then rests the other one, semi-opened, on top of his head, yanking the bat from Phobos' hands before raising it high in the air. This is when the countdown for the next entrant hits.
Mark: Pollaski is going for the con-chair-to! Incapacitate your opponent before the next one comes, that's the plan!
Freya: He wants to keep himself fresh, because there are more 3 people coming in later on!
Pollaski completely ignores the count and swings the bat into the chair sandwich... But Phobos rolls, and Pollaski hits only the chairs! The countdown reaches zero, and Phobos is still kind of out of it, as the Sheriff stops to pay attention to what's about to come.
DING!
“Some say the end is near... Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon.
Certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this
Bull...Shit...Three...Ring...Circus...Sideshow OF...!”
As “Aenema” by Tool screeches through the arena, the camera begins to pan around the arena. Kyle Kilmeade and Mika Demidov walk through the main gate and stands in the middle of the entrance ramp, he looking at his watch, as if waiting for someone, while she holds a skull on one hand, and the other arm holds a massive... Shield.
Mark: There are Kyle Kilmeade, SVW's General Manager, alongside former Pride Champion and Team Kyle's queenpin Mika Demidov...
Freya: And with that big ass shield, we know who's next! But where is she coming from? I have no-- WHAT?
The cameras soar through the crowd for a while, but suddenly, one of the stagehands throws the microphone into the ring, rolls in, and starts smacking both Pollaski - who couldn't guess from where Marla would pop up from - and Phobos with the huge metallic cable! The crowd boos as, once the two men in the ring are dazed, the stagehand removes the wig, putty and black clothes, revealing herself to be none other than Marla Lee. Marla smirks and absorbs the boos and jeers, eventually rolling out of the ring and meeting with Kyle and Mikaela atop the ramp, getting the shield and the skull from the Red Star. With the shield wrapped around her chest and her beloved skull Yorick on her hands, Marla comes back to the ring, but not before grabbing... A microphone.
Marla: Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!... I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones; so let it be with--
Before Marla can finish her Marcus Antonius number, she's surprised by Pollaski, who smacks her up the head with one of the chairs in the ring. As Marla falls, the skull and the microphone fall from her hands, and Pollaski decides to have some fun with the latter, grabbing Yorick as it rolls on the ring and rolling out of the ring. An enraged Marla watches as Dan raises the skull up and stars playing around with it like a ball. It's not long until she's seen enough, as she gets up and slides out of the ring as well... but stops dead on her tracks as Pollaski threatens to pitch Yorick into the crowd!
Freya: Uh-oh! Pollaski isn't here to make any friends!
Mark: That's Yorick, Marla's trusty skull, I have no idea why she carries it around, but threatening it doesn't seem to be a good idea...
The Savant stops and attempts to "negotiate" with Pollaski, plading him not to do anything. Seeing Marla suddenly fragile, the Sheriff plays more with her feelings by throwing the skull up and threatening to kick it into the crowd, only to grab it with his hand afterward. The crowd seems to enjoy the play, as they start to chant "KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK!", and Marla desperately attempts to make them perish the thought.
Freya: She's desperate! Pollaski is trolling her big time! This is MAGIC!
But coming from both Pollaski and Marla's blindside, behind the Sheriff, someone sneaks up: it's Sylvia Crowley, who breaks a bottle of some undisclosed transparent liquid on Pollaski's head, making the big man crumble! Marla and Sylvia then proceed to gang up on Pollaski, furiously stomping him dry and hard. Marla then proceeds to try to calm Sylvia down, who is shaking violently against Pollaski. She tells Sylvia that it's all sorted, and she can go to the back, thanking her for her timely help with a kiss to the lips. Sylvia then retrieves Yorick and runs to the back.
Mark: Sylvia! Sylvia Crowley with the save, she's Marla's girlfriend, and again, EVERYTHING is legal!
Freya: What's up with those Team K girls having to resort for outside help?!... And was that a vodka bottle?
This mere moment of distraction gives Phobos the time to get up! The masked madman runs the ropes and leaps in the air in a suicide dive, crashing into Marla using one of the chairs as an impact bracer! Marla falls to her back, and lands on her shield. Phobos then makes a point of throwing Pollaski's segway to the hollow angle area between the top of the stage and the ramp, since it's sitting in a very exposed part of the ramp. Phobos then realizes that, as the pocket of the segway flips open, cans of FIREWORKS fall from it...
Freya: THAT. LOOKS. DANGEROUS.
Mark: Why in the Lord's blue Earth would Pollaski bring FIREWORKS to the arena?! This could hurt THE FANS!
Freya: Let's hope NOBODY uses that!
Phobos retrieves the fireworks and flings them into the ring, before lifting the rising Pollaski back to his feet, neverminding the glass shards. Polla, though, is well awake, as he grabs Phobos by the back of the head and pushes him against the ring apron. The madman crumbles as he collides chest first with the platform, and Pollaski shifts his attention to Marla, bringing her up and, grabbing her by the collar of her attire, starts short-uppercutting her, once, twice, three-times, until she crumbles to her knees. Pollaski then whips Marla into the ring, sending the Savant rolling onto the bed of tacks previously set by Phobos. He then grabs Marla's shield and throws it into the ring as well, rolling right back in. He then grabs the shield again and raises it, aiming to slam it against Marla like a chair... But Marla stops him by deflecting her own shield with her feet! After a small war for power, Marla kicks the shield away from Pollaski's hands and it flies away... Just as Phobos comes from behind and, using Pollaski's bat, puts him in a sleeper hold!
Mark: SLEEPER! Phobos is aiming to black him out!
Freya: If it can incapacitate the Sheriff for 15 minutes, good!
Pollaski starts struggling to take Phobos out of his back, and Marla makes his job easier by retrieving her shield and SLAMMING it into Pollaski's guts, making the big man fall! Phobos keeps latched to his neck, but Marla goes on a rampage and starts smacking Phobos with the shield as well, even though Pollaski is the target! She slams and slams and slams away, and when Phobos finally gets out of the way, she keeps slamming! After a long while, Marla finally flips Polla over and covers...
Freya: Marla with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Freya: AND IT'S A THREE!!!
Mark: Marla has the advantage now! If nobody else scores falls, she is the champion!
And as Marla plops to the side and rolls towards the ropes out of sheer exhaustion, the countdown for entrant #4 kicks in! And Phobos sloooooooowly crawls over Pollaski...
DING!
“BEEP BEEP!”
L7’s 'Shitlist' starts to blast out of the PA and along with it comes Nathan Thunder dressed up in jeans, boots and a very disturbing looking t-shirt. Nathan holds a cane with one hand, and the other carries the SVW Chaos Championship. But just as Nathan reaches the ring, he watches as Phobos covers Pollaski behind Marla's back!
Mark: Here comes the champion Nathan Thun-- PHOBOS WITH THE COVER!
ONE!
Marla finally wakes up, and turns to Phobos to stop the count!
TWO!
THREE!
Freya: Phobos steals the advantage! He's the temporary champion!!!
She arrives a shard of second too late, shoving Phobos out of the way. Nathan is livid to see that Phobos is currently the default winner, and Marla because the madman has stolen her fall! The Hitman rolls into the ring and doesn't hesitate in swinging the cane at Phobos, striking him up the head and making him crumble. He then mounts on top of Phobos and starts punching away, while behind his back, Marla has retrieved her shield again, as well as Pollaski's bat, and whirling it on her hands like a sabre, she waits for the exact moment, before whacking Nathan up the head with the bat! Nathan collapses on top of Phobos, and the referee identifies the cover!
ONE!
Marla quickly kicks Nathan away, and slowly rolls the defending champion out of the ring... while Pollaski crawls over Phobos and covers him!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Mark: Daniel Pollaski is the temporary Chaos Champion now!
Freya: They're really going for it now! Nobody is safe!
Marla again arrives a second too late, and now Pollaski is the default winner! The Savant goes on another rampage, getting her shield and slamming it into Pollaski's body while he's still on top of phobos, proceeding to jump on top of it and double stomp it, squeezing the two men under her! When she stops, she raises her shield again, but Nathan grabs her by the legs and yanks hr, forcing her to fall face first into the mat, and pulls her out of the ring and into the crowd barricade, wagging his finger at her before rolling back into the ring and smiling down at the two fallen men. He decides to take this frustrations out on Pollaski first, since he is the default winner, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet before squeezing him against the turnbuckles. Nathan then proceeds to use the cane as a whip and starts whamming away at Pollaski's midsection, where one would think he has some padding... But he eventually lets out loud howls of pain.
Mark: No love lost between Nathan Thunder and... Well, anybody! He's going to town with his trusty can, and Pollaski is at the bitter end of that!
Freya: Pretty sure Nathan is LIVID seeing Phobos stealing the match right under his nose, and he wants the champion's advantage back!
Nathan then decides to manage his advantage and raises Phobos to his feet. The masked nightmare is on wobbly legs as Nathan squeezes him against the turnbuckles, just like Pollaski... And then yells at the crowd...
Nathan: WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHAT'S UNDER THIS MASK!
The crowd cheers as Nathan slowly brings Phobos' mask up... and just as his mouth is revealed, Phobos BITES Nathan's hand, as the Dutch retreats holding his hand. Phobos takes this second wind to grab Nathan by the back of his head and ram it into the turnbuckles on the opposite side of the ring.
Mark: Nasty counter by Phobos, followed by the Dark Whispers!
Freya: Everything to protect his identity... Even if it includes giving Nate the rabies!
As Nathan staggers to the center of the ring, Phobos hops to the top rope, aiming at him for the Night Terror... But that's when Pollaski wakes up and shoves him from there, and now Phobos is spread-eagled on the top turnbuckle! Polla then lifts Phobos over his head and sets himup for the Hard Time, but from atop the ramp he watches as Marla is making her way to the segway that was abandoned atop the ramp! Mouthing a "oh no you don't," Pollaski slams Phobos into the mat before rolling out of the ring, only to watch Marla pilot the segway HIS WAY! She's coming like a freight train, and has probably lost control of the thing, but she's still laughing as she savors the idea of running over Pollaski.
Freya: Wha-- Marla has he segway! She has the segway, and she's OUT OF CONTROL!
Mark: That's going to be one nasty crash!
Daniel jumps out of the way just in time to see Marla jump away and the segway crash into the ring apron, barely resisting the impact before falling back. An infuriated Pollaski grabs the first thing in sight - the metallic ring steps -, throwing them into Marla, who barely escapes the onslaught. Seeing as how Marla dodged, Pollaski dashes into her, attempting to strike her with the LARIATO!... Which she also ducks! As Pollaski halts, Marla puts Pollaski in the double chickenwing and... fails to lift him. Marla tries on more time and takes the big man off the ground... Only for both to collapse into the padded ground at ringside!
Mark: Much Ado... Or not so much ado, as she just crashed!
Freya: She's too wasted to handle Polla's weight! That went totally wrong!
They stay there for some moments before Nathan comes from inside the ring, running, hops onto the top rope with his insane agility, and flips in the air, crashing into them with a shooting star press!!! The crowd is on their feet as they cheer on Nathan's suicide attack... but they haven't seen a thing yet: Phobos is alive inside the ring, as he sets Marla's shield in the center and runs the ropes; just when Marla, Pollaski and Nathan are bringing themselves up, Phobos hops onto the shield and skates inside the ring, diving into the three of them and crashing, shield and everything into them! Marla and Pollaski crumble, but Nathan escapes by ducking, and watches as Phobos BARELY keeps his balance as he lands! Phobos raises his arms, soaking in the sudden cheers, but has his back to Nathan, as the Hitman recklessly hits the apron as if they were ropes, uses Pollaski's body as a platform and leaps, striking the Nightmare up the head with a soaring shining wizard!
Freya: SHITLISTED!!! PHOBOS JUST GOT SHITLISTED!!!
Mark: And that's an innovative way to use an opponent's body! Phobos is down and out!
Nathan talks a little bit of trash to Phobos before lifting him up and dragging him to the ring, dumping him in. Nathan rolls in afterwards and then covers Phobos.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Freya: Nathan gets the championship advantage back! Nobody covers, and the match is his!
Nathan bolts back up to his feet, celebrating as he's the default winner again, as the match is "reset." He then asks for a microphone.
Nathan: COME OUT, RAVEN! YOU'RE THE LAST ONE LEFT TO GET INTO THE SHITLIST!!!
More cheers, as Nathan throws the mike away, and lets the time run out before...
DING!
As “Kickstart My Heart” by Motley Crue starts to play, the final entrant in Raven Wicked walks to the top of the ramp, a scowl on her face as her hand goes to her pocket, as she produces a coin. Right behind her comes the Mime, holding a box. As Raven flips the coin around her fingers, the Mime celebrates around and shakes the box for the crowd's "delight", as it makes a loud-pitched rattling noise.
Mark: Here's the last entrant, the mad and deranged Raven Wicked, and I don't like the prospect of what's inside that box.
Freya: Calling Raven "wicked", if you know what I mean, is an understatement. This IS gonna be ugly.
Raven walks past the fallen Marla and Pollaski, and does a full lap around the ring, taking the steel steps Pollaski hasn't used, and eventually joining Nathan inside the ring. As her music dies, she sweetly offers the box to Nathan, as a gift, which masically leaves the defending champion rather confused.
Freya: Awww, it's a gift! So sweet.
Mark: Certainly not something he needs.
Raven's timid body expression quickly turns into a scowl, and then to a furious roar as Raven stuffs the box into Nathan's face as she scores a senton-like barrage! She starts punching the box into Nathan's face, and the Hitman struggles to take the damned thing away from him. Raven's hands are bleeding profusely and the demented woman is laughing vividly before she dismounts Nathan and the box is busted open, revealing the shards of a broken mirror. Raven uses one of those shards to make Nathan look at himself with a sickening smile, tilting his head at him - "Don't you look so pretty now!"
Freya: It was a BROKEN MIRROR! Those things are DANGEROUS! They're sharp like blades!
Mark: But that's what Raven likes to play with! Dangerous, sharp things-- LOOK AT PHOBOS!
The fun ends when Phobos rolls Raven up!
ONE!
TWO!
Raven reverts the small package and rolls Phobos up, getting a count of her own!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And before Raven can even do anything, Nathan ends the back and forth when he big boots Raven to the face. In the outside, Marla and Pollaski are struggling to get up, with Marla crawling to her shield and Pollaski using what's left of the steel steps to get up. In the ring, Nathan is taking a breather, leaning against the ropes, and Phobos rolls to the dangerous corner of the ring, where there's something waiting to be used...
Freya: ... oh god. Oh no. Leave those things quiet, Phobos!
Mark: This is going to be BAD!
Sure enough, Phobos grinds the fuse of the fireworks against the mat and lights it up, pointing at Nathan, who quickly notices the danger and rolls out of the way, before the damned thing goes out of control and starts blowing up! Phobos has a hard time holding the thing but manages to keep a firm grip, as balls of light fly to all corners, one of them eventually hitting the wet area at ringside where Pollaski was hit by Sylvia, where Marla is... AND IT CATCHES FIRE IMMEDIATELY! Marla quickly jumps out of the way, catching a CRAZY second wind before retreating to the ring apron, while, at the other side, Pollaski has an idea, and is setting up a ladder near the ring...
Freya: Marla Lee was almost put on fire with those fireworks, that's freaking inhumane!
Mark: And look at Pollaski, we're not through with the surprises yet!
Phobos is laughing like crazy and cursing in German as Pollaski slowly climbs the ladder, one rung at a time. Nathan, oblivious to Pollaski, jumps on Phobos for a beat down, EXACTLY WHEN THE BIG MAN EXECUTES THE F3!
Mark: THE F3! HE HIT THE F3 TO BOTH PHOBOS AND NATHAN THUNDER!
Freya: THEY'RE DONE! FOR THE LOVE OF MY CHILDREN, THEY'RE SO DONE!
Pollaski CRUSHES Phobos and Nathan under his weight, and as he rolls out, again holding his tailbone, Phobos and Nathan are left in a broken heap, but still, he gets up and works the crowd for a bit, as if that had been the most amazing thing ever... Until Raven Wicked comes from behind him and hooks one of his arms and doing the seemingly impossible, lifting the big man onto her shoulders in an Argentine torture rack!!!
Freya: LOOK AT RAVEN! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!
Mark: POLLASKI IS ABOUT TO TASTE THE DEVASTATION!!!
Raven then SLAMS Pollaski into the mat with the Devastation, barely managing to bring herself up to her feet again, a bit on wobbly feet... Which doesn't last long, as Marla comes up from behind and puts her in the double chickenwing, effortlessly bridging backwards and slamming her into the mat with her version of the Glam Slam, collapsing as she can't harness strengths to finish the somersault bridge!
Mark: MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING!!! And EVERYBODY in the ring is COMPLETELY BROKEN!
Freya: If NOTHING happens in the next 30 seconds, Raven Wicked shall become the new Chaos Champion!
After the Much Ado, the ring is full of wrestlers, but all of them lifeless. The two men that were crushed by Pollaski's F3 are the only ones stirring, as Phobos slowly, SLOOOOOWLY makes his way to the closest broken opponent - that being Raven, covering her!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Freya: PHOBOS WITH THE PIN!!!
Mark: AND WE'RE ONLY TEN SECONDS FROM THE RESULT!
Phobos crumbles to the side and raises one hand in celebration, as the final 10 seconds of the match kick in! The crowd counts atop their lungs as the clock showing on the jumbotron show how short this match will be from now on... And NOBODY REALIZES THAT NATHAN HAS CRAWLED ON TOP OF RAVEN WHEN THE CLOCK HITS T-MINUS 3 SECONDS!
Freya: NATHAN COVERS!!!
ONE! (THREE!)
Mark: THIS IS CATHARTIC!!!
TWO! (TWO!)
Freya: FINAL THREE SECONDS!!!
THREE! (ONE!)
DING DING DING!
Mark: AND NATHAN THUNDER RETAINS THE CHAOS CHAMPIONSHIP IN SPECTACULAR FASHION!!!
Freya: JESUS MOTORBOATING CHRIST, THAT WAS TOO TIGHT TO COMFORT!!!
Phobos finally sits up in shock, his head turned to Nathan, who is laughing, as his victory had been stolen from him literally at the FINAL SECOND!
John: We have reached the end of the 20 minutes, and the winner of the match... AND STILL SVW CHAOS CHAMPION... NATHAN! THUNDER!!!
Phobos slowly brings himself to his feet, as the referee helps Nathan up and raises his hand. Nathan can barely stand on his feet, but still hugs his title close as he's awarded it back... Only for Phobos to dropkick the belt into Nathan's face! Thunder is sent to the ropes, and the crowd has turned from cheers to boos as Phobos drags the champion from the ropes and puts hi in the straight-jacket... Only to slam him head first into the mat!
Mark: Beauty's Bite!!! Phobos is LIVID, and not without a reason! The victory slip through his fingers in the very last 3 seconds of the match!
Freya: It's all it takes to win in this business: three seconds! We haven't seen the last of Phobos in the Chaos Championship scene, not after this!
Phobos then rolls out of the ring and staggeringly makes his way up the ramp under the shower of boos from the crowd, as Nathan is laid out on top of his belt. And now for something completely different...
The Abominable Showman
The screen opens on a wide shot of Earth, slowly rotating as we start to zoom in on North America.
“Over the years, many advancements in technology have been utilized as Homo Sapiens continue to grow and progress as a civilization. Before there was the internet, before telephones, before the post office, communication was relegated to talking to people face to face. Before airplanes, before cars, before wagons, either walking on foot or traveling by horseback was the methods of travel. Before missiles, before firearms, before cannons, disputes were settled with hand to hand combat, the original wrestling in the World.”
The shot is now slowly zooming into the Southern Ontario part of Canada as the narration continues.
“Those days are here once again in Sex & Violence Wrestling. Much like in the Stone Age when the wheel was being invented, within this new Stone Age in SVW, the wheel will be figuratively reinvented with the debut of a new and exciting man who pledges to bring wrestling back to what it should be. Back to an era where before all the bells and whistles were a part of the business, a time when athletic ability and ring prowess determined the best, not the useage of barbaric weaponry...the Stone Age of professional wrestling is coming to Sex & Violence.”
The camera is now zoomed in so much that we come to the inside of a gym where we see a man easily taking down two other men, of little to no consequence, executing wrestling moves until the two men cannot get back up. The camera zooms in on the triumphant man’s face, the debuting Matt Stone.
“The man of the future bringing a blast from the past, putting the Wrestling into the Sex and Violence.”
Stone triumphantly has his hands on his hips as we fade out to black.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish. Introducing first and already at ringside our special guest enforcer, weighing in at 131lbs and standing 5’9” tall from Llanfair PG, Wales…”THE AQUABLONDE” UNDINE!!!
Mark: It’s time for one hell of a grudge match months in the making tonight. And there’s the woman in charge of making sure there are no shenanigans. How odd it feels to say that.
Freya: Yeah, it sounds a little odd too honestly.
Hopping up onto the apron, the Welsh woman waves to the crowd with one hand as she holds her supersoaker up in the other hand.
The heavy, melodic beginning of “Bye Bye beautiful” comes over the speaker, and as the song kicks in, the arena is plunged into darkness, lit only by blue strobe lights. As the vocals kick in, Emma MacNamara walks onto the ramp, a smug look on her face as the crowd boo her. She doesn’t seem to notice, and the smug look stays on her face as she brings her hands to her hips, and starts to make her way down the ramp.
John: She hails from Glasgow, Scotland! Weighing in at 135 pounds, Emma MacNamara!
Mark: That woman right there, according to Ana and anyone with sight that saw it, tried to take Ana out at her boss’ request, that being Amy.
Freya: Didn’t really work out for her, because here we are! Ana’s ready to go, and she entered the Midas Touch earlier too.
She walks slowly, her head bobbing to the beat of the music as she moves. As she reaches the bottom and walks towards the corner, she moves away from a fan who tries to touch her and gives them a dirty look. With her attention distracted Emma doesn’t notice Ana hop the barrier on the other side, charge towards her and deliver a high knee into Emma’s back, sending her chest first into the barricade. Spinning her the scot around the woman from Charlotte, North Carolina begins to unload with rights and lefts, targeting the head at first until Emma covers up forcing Ana to bring a short knee up into the Scot’s midsection.
Mark: Ana hopped the barricade, and we’re off and running! Ana didn’t feel like waiting for entrance music!
Freya: The element of surprise, Mark! And it worked!
As Emma cradles her gut in her arms, Ana takes a handful of hair, builds up a head of steam and launches her foe face first into the steel ring post. Emma just getting her hands up in time to cushion the blow, causing her to spin and stagger away. Following in, the Charlotte native takes MacNamara off her feet with a clothesline. As Emma rolls to her front, pushing up to all fours Baldwin starts to stomp away on her head and back stopping her rise and sending her face first into the thin ringside matting allowing her to measure up Emma and deliver a fist drop straight into the back of her head. Both Undine and McGuire ordering Ana to bring the match into the ring.
Mark: Ana’s perfectly content to fight this out on the floor, but she’s not going to get a win out there.
Freya: I’m not sure she’s worrying about wins right now, Mark. This is the first chance she’s had to get her hands on Emma!
As Ana comes to her feet, she drags Emma up to her feet and into a hammerlock, manhandling her towards the opposite corner only for MacNamara to fire off back elbows. She manages to get the break, Ana taking a step backwards, recovering and delivering a double Axe Handle smash to her opponents back. Quickly Ana looks to follow this up, grabbing hold of her head and looking to smash her face first into the top of the ring steps. Emma blocks the shot, only for Ana to drive the point of her elbow into the top of her spine. The North Carolinian again tries to introduce the Scot face first into the steel, only for Emma to block the shot drive an elbow into Ana’s gut, followed by a second before reaching down and grabbing hold of her legs and sweeping them out from under her. Spinning around, Emma falls on top of Ana and begins to lay into her with rights and lefts to the head, before tiring of that, taking two handfuls of hair and bounces the back of her head of the floor. The referee implores them to bring it into the ring to start the match as Ana monkey flips Emma off of her.
Mark: This is one hell of a pre-fight, the match hasn’t started but Ana doesn’t give a damn!
Freya: We may not ever get this match started, Mark! Ana wants to hurt Emma, and I don’t blame her as someone who was injured on purpose as well!
Ana rolls onto her front as Emma gets to her feet and Baldwin launches herself forward, driving a shoulder into her foes gut, Emma managing to react in time, planting her feet. The force knocks her backward but she stays on her feet, delivers axe handle shots to her back, before wrapping her arms around her and bringing her knees up into Ana’s body. Finally looking to lift her upwards into a gut wrench powerbomb. Baldwin fights it off, landing back on her feet. In the moment that Emma releases the hold and looks to re-adjust her grip, Ana counters with a double leg takedown. Keeping hold of her legs, Ana measures and falls backward, catapulting Emma towards the ring steps, the Scot showing impressive agility as she manages to somehow bring her legs up and land on the top step. Taking a moment she looks behind her and launches herself back into moonsault that catches the rising Ana and sends her back down to the floor.
Freya: Ana’s body met the floor, and now Emma has some breathing room.
Mark: Emma needs a minute here, she’s been trying to turn the tide for a bit.
Emma rolls away from her opponent and takes a moment to catch her breath as the effects of the fight on the outside are taking their toll. Finally both women rise, Ana getting to her feet first and going on the attack with a right hand that gets a reply. The two start exchanging right hands, building momentum until both women are landing their blows at the same time; Ana starting to get on top as she puts a little extra pepper into each shot. Finally Emma slows Ana’s flying fists with a rake of the eyes that she follows with a kick right between the legs. Baldwin backs up, holding the place of impact as Emma herself steps backward, using her hand to check for blood as she takes a moment to recover. Finally Emma charges towards Ana who steps into the onrushing Scot, lifting her up in her arms, spinning round to drive her into the entrance ramp with a spinebuster - Emma countering it with a DDT.
Mark: Counter and Ana got drilled!
Neither women are moving on the entrance ramp. Undine moving quickly to Ana to check on her as McGuire checks on Emma who slowly seems to come to life, holding her back as she rolls to her side before getting to her hands and knees and starts to crawl towards the ring, pulling herself up by the ring apron and slides in under the bottom rope where she is joined by McGuire. Emma pushes herself back to the middle of the ring and order McGuire to call for the bell and start the count, Mickey reluctantly agreeing with the Scot. The bell rings and Mcguire starts the count as Emma makes it all the way across the ring and drags herself up to her feet.
Freya: Hey, the match is on now! This thing has been a brawl without even having a bell ring up till now.
Mark: It only took about ten minutes for them to get it into the ring and start this match.
The official reaches three before Ana rolls to her back on the outside, Undine still looking over her and concerned. On five she sits up, grabbing Undine by the shirt as she uses her to clamber up onto her feet, getting there by seven. Finding her balance she moves towards the ring and slides herself under the bottom rope at nine. Immediately she’s met by Emma, charging forward and sending her back off the apron and landing hard on the outside with a baseball slide. Following her outside she pulls Ana upright, pushing her back first against the ring apron as the referee starts the count and Emma begins to drive kicks into her midsection. Finally she pulls Ana away from the ring apron, lifting her up and into a snake eyes dropping her face first into the top of the steps. Getting back to her feet, Emma glares at Undine as the Aquablonde rounds the corner and encourages her to keep it in the ring. With a shake of her head, Emma advances on Undine, telling her to take a shot, only for the Welsh woman to turn her down. Heading back, Emma pulls Ana to her feet, rolling her back into the ring, following close behind her and making the cover, hooking one leg as she does so.
Mark: This could be it!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Freya: Nope, I thought it might be too. Most of this match took place before the bell.
Ana kicks out of the cover, Emma shooting a look at Mickey McGuire - who confirms the two - as she brings Baldwin up to her feet and into a headbutt, Ana reeling backward into the ring ropes. Emma stepping into her and bringing four quick short knees into her gut before sending her down into a sitting position with a snapmare and driving her boot three times in quick succession into her spine causing Ana to cry out in pain. Emma quickly follows up by grabbing hold of Ana’s hair and dragging her into the ropes and forcing her throat first over the middle strand. McGuire counts down the choke, Emma releasing on four, holding her hands up to demonstrate the break for the briefest of seconds before using her knee to force Ana throat first across the rope as she pulls it upwards. Another four count to get the break and this time Emma walks away ignoring the reprimand from the official before she takes off, leaving her feet and landing on Ana’s back, sliding over it and through to the outside - Ana snapping backwards and onto all fours coughing and spluttering as she tries to draw breath while Emma gets a chorus of boos on the outside.
Mark: If Emma is looking to make friends out here tonight in Chicago, I don’t think it’s working.
Freya: I don’t think she cares about the fans or what they think. She is a professional cunt, by her own admission!
Emma slides back into the ring and pulls Ana up to her feet and back towards the ropes, raking her eyes along the top strand as she walks her down to the corner and bounces her head of the turnbuckle. Once more she bounces her head of the top turnbuckle with added velocity that sees her spin around and allows Emma to bulldog her down to the mat. Getting back to her feet as Ana rolls onto her back Emma places a foot across her throat into another choke, Ana trying to move the foot with no real success as McGuire once more gets to four before the pressure is released as Emma drops to her knees, hooks the leg and makes the cover once more.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Freya: Near fall for Ana, she’s not done yet! Even with Emma literally trying to choke the life out of her.
Ana gets her shoulder up off the canvas and Emma looks disbelievingly at the referee who shows off the two count and points to the shoulder that came up off the mat. Emma argues with the official telling him it was three count, the two is confirmed again by McGuire getting him a withering stare as Emma turns back to a rising Ana, grabbing hold of her hair and sends her over the top rope to the outside, Emma turning her back and raising her hands in celebration. Ana though manages to grab hold of the top rope and land on the apron and as the Scot turns around, Ana drives her shoulder into Emma’s gut, doubling her over slightly before she hooks her head and drops off the apron, snapping MacNamara’s throat over the top rope and to the mat. Ana sucks in air for a moment, recovering as Emma gets to her feet only for Ana to pull her feet out from under her, causing her to hit the mat hard and yanking her out underneath the bottom rope. Right in front of the announce desk, Ana keeps her legs held underneath her arms and executes a giants swing back and forth, slamming Emma’s head and shoulders into the side of the announce desk four times. Dropping her to the floor, Ana stomps down on her ribs repeatedly as Emma covers up.
Mark: They’re right here in front of us, and I don’t like it!
Freya: They are going to be counted out at this rate, but again...I don’t think they care!
As the count advances, Ana rolls into the ring and back out again as Emma starts to get to her knees, getting a knee to the side of her head for her troubles and Ana hooks her head and delivers a facebuster on the outside. Suddenly Baldwin turns her attention to the announce desk, throwing aside the flimsy SVW logo’d cover and removing one of the small monitors from the desk. With the monitor in hand she places a knee into Emma’s back, wraps the cable around her throat and pulls upwards and backwards on it. Dropping the monitor as McGuire’s count heads towards ten Ana rolls in and out of the ring to break the restart the count and goes back to the choke, Emma clawing at the cable as her movements start to slow. Once more Ana breaks the choke and this time she pulls Emma up to her feet, rolls her under the bottom rope and Baldwin makes the pin.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Freya: Not sure if that was instinct or what, but Emma got the shoulder up before the three.
Emma’s body spasms and breaks the pin only for Ana to pull her up to her feet and send her in for the ride across the ring and into the corner, Emma striking it hard and stumbling out into a running high knee driven into her jaw. Emma falls backward, landing in the corner on her ass and Ana backs up, charges forward and delivers another knee driving her kneecap into Emma’s face as her head rests against the middle turnbuckle. The woman from Charlotte, North Carolina pulls Emma up to her feet and sends her across the ring with a vicious irish whip and follows in close behind, lowering her shoulder and driving it through her midsection and between the pads. Once more Ana drives her shoulder into Emma’s stomach and a third time before she pulls her out by the wrist and twists her into an armwrench, bringing her foot upward and dropping to her back driving her boot into her jaw. Emma flops onto the mat and Ana makes the cover.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!NO!!!!!!
Mark: Emma may have some teeth knocked loose off that move, and just barely avoided the fall.
Freya: That made my face hurt to see it.
Emma manages to roll her shoulder at the last moment, Ana looking up at McGuire, asking for three, but only getting the two confirmed as Emma rolls to the ropes and starts to pull herself up right, only for Ana to wrap her arms around her waist and yank her backwards, away from the ropes and into a release overhead belly to back suplex. Emma rolls through and onto her hands and knees, Ana following her and once more locking in a rear waistlock, pulling her upwards and into a German suplex that she bridges into the pin attempt.
One…
Two…
….THREE!!!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mark: Emma has impressive resilience, she always has. It’s well on display here tonight.
Somehow Emma manages to kick out. Ana again asking the referee, unable to believe that it’s only the two and that Emma escaped that pinning attempt only for it to be confirmed. As Ana turns back to her opponent, she shakes her head, finding Emma back on her feet with her back to her and Baldwin takes her down to the mat with a side Russian leg sweep, instantly transitioning through and locking in the Anaconda vice in the middle of the ring and locking it in tight. Emma tries to reach for the ropes, tries to find an escape route but with nothing being presented Emma quickly taps out. As McGuire calls for the bell, raising Ana’s hand in the air, John makes the official announcement.
Freya: Game over, Emma tapped! Ana-Conda Vice was all it took, and Ana’s got her revenge!
John: Here is your winner by way of submission….ANASTASIA!!!!
Mark: It’s gotta feel good for that woman to get a measure of revenge on Emma here tonight. You know Undine is proud of her too!
Rolling out of the ring an angered look is on Emma’s face as she grabs John’s chair from underneath him, folding it up and crashing it into Undine’s back as she applauds her friend from the outside. Rolling into the ring with the chair in her hand, Emma waves for Ana to turn around and as she does so, the Scot crashes the chair into the top of her head, sending her down to the mat and begins to work over her body, laying in shot after shot after shot before putting her leg through the chair and heading to the top rope.
Freya: CHEAP SHOT!! Emma’s going after Ana with that chair, she’s not worried about the match anymore. She’s just trying to finish the job!
She measures up and looks about to fly with a double foot stomp, only for Undine to cut her off, pushing her off the top rope and sending her crashing into the barricade. Entering the ring, Undine waves Emma to return, only for the Scot to shake her head and slowly back up the entrance ramp, holding her arm against her as the camera cuts elsewhere.
Mark: Undine is inviting Emma back to the ring, but the Scot isn’t interested in that. But I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not sure we’ve seen the last of this.
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As we go backstage again, we see SVW reporter Andrea de la Cruz standing by.
Andrea: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time... Christian Gardner.
The image pans out to reveal the Professor right next to Andrea, sharply dressed in a suit, as he stands by, ready for Andrea's questions.
Andrea: Chris, alongside the Kanes and Knock Out or Tap Out, you've been one of the most vocal rivals of the Williams Dynasty for some time. Tonight, the Kane Boys and KO/TO shall face the Dynasty in an 8-man match... But you still are not satisfied. Why?
Chris takes a long sigh before speaking into the microphone.
Christian: Andrea, I don't know about you, but I'm a father. Father to a lovely 14-year-old girl I adopted alongside Linda, my wife. And as much as my friend Brad Kane's fight against Todd Williams may be reasoned on the fact that he is a scumbag of a businessman, or just an idiot in general, it absolutely GUTS me the way this man treats his family in general... Especially his children. Now, I don't want to sit here and be the holy advocate of the perfect family, but for all heavens' sake, man, do it right to your kids! Do it right to the people that support you! How many chances have you havd to be a MAN, Todd? How many chances have you had to be a DECENT person... ANd absolutely BLEW IT?
Chris stops for a while, and Andrea keeps the microphone directed to him.
Christian: I've grown TOO tired to stand on the sidelines and watch you allow your stupidity run rampant all over SVW. And I'll SHOW you how to be a MAN, Todd Williams... Even if I have to pick the Dynasty apart and take each of its pillars down... One... By... One.
And then, he salutes.
Christian: See you at Aggression... Old friend.
And with that said, he makes his leave, as the big screen shows the match that has already been booked for Aggression.
Mark: Christian Gardner with some strong words directed to Todd Williams, and indeed, he's on a mission to take the Dynasty down and how him how to be a man! Next Aggression, he goes one on one with the Dynasty's own Maia Lopez!
Freya: Chris Gardner helpd train people like Gabrielle Crimson and - believe it or not - Mileena Savage! This man knows a thing or two, and come next Aggression... Class is in session!
John: The following match... Is a No Disqualifications Eight Person Tornado Tag War! Introducing first...!
“Still Fly” by The Devil Wears Prada begins to blast across the speakers. As it does so two spotlights quickly hit the ramp and we are able to see the silhouette of a man standing behind the curtain. Todd Williams slowly backs up through the curtain backwards and extends his arms out into a crucifix. Maia Lopez, wearing a Puerto Rican Flag hooded shirt emerges from the back curtain next followed by Fiona Williams with an umbrella under one arm and a shake weight under the other. Finally the shadow of David Williams looms behind the three of them and together the Dynasty begins to walk towards the ring together, slide in and they stand all together.
John: At a combined weight of 925 pounds... They are the team of... David Williams, Fiona Williams, Maia Lopez and “The Redeemer” Todd Williams... THIS IS THE WILLIAMS DYNASTY! ...And their opponents!
Mark: Have you ever seen a more motley crew, Freya?
Freya: Only in my nightmares, Mark. Only in my nightmares. However with the team they’re facing I think this nightmare will soon be over. Here they come!
Red Hot Chili Peppers ‘Can’t Stop’ begins to play over the PA as Claire Black and Serafina Reynolds step out of the back and walk toward the middle of the stage. Claire fires off some shadow boxing combinations while Serafina gets onto the balls of her feet firing off a combination of kicks, elbows and forearms before finally finishing off with a jumping roundhouse kick. High fiving the pair walk down to the ring and then stop.
The opening guitars to “Trial of Champions” by 3 Inches of Blood begin to fill the arena. People get on their feet as the lights dim down to go along with the drums with strobe lights going insane. This continues on until vocals of begin. The light goes back on to show Christopher Kane on the right with his arm free of a sling, in a cast instead... And Brad Kane is nowhere to be found! ...The lights go away again... “War Machine” hits the speaker systems and in the place of Brad Kane when the lights return... Is Reckless Jack. They stop just in front of the ring to stare at the Williams Dynasty in the ring. Claire flips up the apron and withdraws a... Sledgehammer. Serafina gives her a glance then looks back in the ring.
John: At a combined weight of 636 pounds... They are the team of... Serafina Reynolds and “TKO” Claire Black... KO/TO and RECKLESS JACK and The SVW Pride Champion “YOUNG K” CHRISTOPHER KANE!
Mark: ...It looks like KO/TO and Christopher have made a substitution for Brad Kane tonight! Forgive me for this reference Freya but there is no Dana, only Zuul!
Freya: What saddens me the most dude is that there are young people who don’t even get that reference. Tonight this match has only one rule... Pinfall or submission. Everything else is A-OK!
Roger Weatherby proceeds over the match and motions for the bell to ring before he leaps towards the safest spot in the ring, outside of it!
Immediately the two teams converge on each other with Reckless Jack launching himself on top of Todd Williams and the two wrestlers beating on each other as they roll out of the ring, before Jack grabs Williams by the head and sends him careening into the steel steps! Jack runs after the leader of the Dynasty before he attempts to kick his head into the steps as Williams lays up against it. The Redeemer however moves at the last second and ducks under the apron curtain to grab a length of steel pipe! Reckless Jack leaves a foot indentation against the metal as Williams clubs him over the back of the head with the pipe before he lets out a yell of fury and jumps on the back of Jack and throttles him with a steel pipe aided camel clutch!
We cut to the action on the other side of the outside of the ring where Christopher Kane and Claire Black are... Fighting David Williams at once!?
Mark: The Pride Champ and a Pride Mainstay are trying to work over Williams but with Chris’s arm still hurting him, I don’t know how effective he can be!
Christopher runs and leaps on the barricade, running across it before he hits a dropkick into the back of David Williams’s head to a cheer from the Chicago crowd but it doesn’t seem to do much more than make him angry. He simply turns around and as Chris attempts another dropkick but this time David uses one of his massive hands to swat the Pride Champion out of the air. He turns around to get a faceful of sledgehammer to the nose and this makes him stumble from Claire who attempts it again and goes right for the eye! He lets out a savage roar as Black tries to hit him with the sledgehammer again and he swats it out of her hand this time before he grabs her by the throat and launches her head first like a lawn dart into the ribs of Christopher as he tries to leap off the apron and onto David!
Crowd: OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Mark: David Williams just used Claire Black to take out Christopher Kane!
Freya: It may take more than that to even keep David Williams down and we’ve even got action in the ring going Mark! Everywhere around us has become a playground for carnage!
We only get somewhat of an idea of what’s gone on in the ring as Serafina is standing in a fixed martial arts position... One closed fist at her side and one open hand outstretched... Bleeding from her temple. Maia and Fiona circle her like a pair of vultures smiling. Fiona clutches her shake weight while Maia has a length of chain that she twirls around. Serafina has no weapon to speak of obviously but she stands ready none the less as Fiona swings at her with the shake weight that has a tell tale stain of fresh blood on it. Serafina blocks it with her wrist, executes a palm strike to the ribs of Fiona Williams and then drops to a crouching position before she leg sweeps Fiona. With the one-eighty turn she immediately sees Maia not far behind and the Buddhist Warrior strafes from the chain swing, raising her arm to let it coil around her wrist before she twists it and pulls Maia into her, executing a roundhouse kick to the back of her head. With both women staggered, Serafina picks Maia to pin and goes for the cover!
Mark: Serafina using the only weapon she employs as a martial artist! Her own hands and legs!
Freya: Bruce Lee would be proud.
ONE!
NNNNNOOOOOO!!!
Serafina is instantly jerked off by Fiona who drives the shake weight once again into her temple! Serafina drops on her knees as Maia wraps the chain around Serafina’s throat while Fiona takes a few liberal shots in the Buddhist Warrior’s ribs with the shake weight. She finally cracks Serafina in the head and causes the Buddhist to drop to the mat. Fiona’s about to finish the job and bring the piece of exercise equipment down on Fina’s before Maia starts yelling at her and telling her that she’s not doing it right. Fiona gives her a look of disgust and then gets in her face, the two women seeming to completely forget about Serafina as their teamwork breaks down!
Freya: Aww! It looks like trouble in paradise for the Williams Dynasty, Mark!
Mark: What is trouble in paradise for Maia and Fiona may be just the vacation Serafina needs after that mugging!
Back outside of the ring, the fights between The Redeemer against Reckless Jack, and Chris & Claire against David Williams are slowly beginning to converge on each other.
Jack has turned things around considerably for himself as he busts in Williams head with chair so hard that it folds the damn thing over him. Todd’s mouth is bleeding but Reckless Jack is far from done with him, actually pulling the bent him chair from around his neck and forcing Williams to sit on the ground against the barricade with the tangled metal as a makeshift pillow!
Reckless Jack teases for the Roaring Elbow before he goes running towards William from the other end of the outside! The Redeemer ducks at the last second and the only thing that gets a full steam elbow shot is the barricade as Reckless Jack hugs his arm! Williams immediately takes advantage and turns Jack’s mask around on his face before he drops a few stomps into his head. He forces Jack up and immediately T-Bone Suplexes him into into the turnbuckle pole outside!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!
Mark: T-WILL PLEX INTO THE POLE! RECKLESS JACK’S BACK CANNOT BE IN A GOOD PLACE RIGHT NOW!
Freya: A missed MOMENT OF IMPACT and just like the slime he is, Williams is all over the opportunity!
He’s about to continue when he sees Fiona and Maia STILL arguing and cusses them out! The two look at him sheepishly and go back on Serafina but one they pull her up she has elbows to the gut for BOTH of them! Todd rolls his eyes and goes back to Reckless Jack!
Mark: Todd having to rein in two of his Dynasty and now Serafina’s taking the advantage but Kane and Black are still trying to find a way to deal with David Williams!
Freya: They’re gonna have to do something to slow him down soon! I don’t know how long Serafina will be able to put up with the numbers game again!
Claire gets to her knees as David drops a big clubbing blow to her back and puts her on all fours. She shoots up and hits him with an uppercut before she tries to rock him in the face with a rapid set of right and left crosses before he grabs her by the neck and pulls her in to headbutt her. Claire stumbles a few steps and reaches down for her sledgehammer but Williams puts a boot on it with a smirk.
He doesn’t see once again Chris coming to leap on top of him and Chris does, trying to swing his legs to DDT Williams! David however stands tall, grabbing a rope from outside and keeps his stature... Until Claire kicks the mat that covers the ground, and leaps on him as well! Together the duo hit David Williams with a double DDT into the cold hard concrete!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
They only allow themselves a few moments of breath before Chris rolls in the ring to help Serafina and Claire goes hunting for some “Redeemer”!
Mark: David Williams is down! DAVID WILLIAMS is down! If only for a few moments this gives the forces of good just enough time to regroup and get at the rest of the Williams Dynasty members!
The SVW Pride Champion gets in and immediately uses his good arm to bust elbows into the head of Maia Lopez just as she finishes undoing a turnbuckle pad. He grabs her head and smacks it into the metal, leaving her to slump against it. Kane wraps his bad arm around the rope and goes to fucking town on Maia Lopez with straight boots to the abdomen. She hangs against it and then Kane grabs the back of her head before he leaves her hanging in the corner. Christopher looks at the ropes near Maia, seeming to figure out how to time this just right before be springboards and looks for a corner springboard into a DDT out of the corner but at the last second Lopez shoots out of the corner and wraps her arms around his legs, swinging Chris down and letting his bad arm hit the metal! Chris lets out a cry of agony as he lays in the corner, the pain likely unimaginable.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!
Freya: ...Oh... Oh Chris! No! That arm of his has been through enough! More than enough!
Mark: The Pride Champion wasn’t going to miss this fight Freya. No matter how much pain he was in.
Maia drags Christopher into the center of the ring where she goes for the cover and hooks his leg as well laying on top of his good arm!
ONE!
TWO!
TH---
NOT ON YOUR LIFE!
On the other end of the ring Fiona has picked up the length of chain discarded by Maia and is trying to actively throttle Serafina with it. The Weather Girl shoves Serafina DeCaro out of the ring while she continues to hang inside of it with the length of chain as she puts a leg against the back of DeCaro’s head and pulls with the chain, continuing to choke her. She smiles widely, Fiona does as the Chicago crowd boos her. She takes her eyes off the prize here and yells for a split second, giving Serafina just the opening she needs as she wraps her arms around Fiona’s leg against the back of her neck and jerks! Fiona lands with the back of her head hitting the mat before she immediately hooks in a hanging shin lock after pulling the chain off her neck with Fiona’s other leg tangled up in the ropes!
Mark: I think Serafina has had more than enough of Fiona to last her a lifetime judging by that shin lock!
The camera hits Claire and Jack as they take Williams to task but he happens to fight off the two of them... In the only way he knows how! As Claire shoots a spinning backfist his way, Williams hits her with a thumb to the eye! As Jack goes for a european uppercut Todd goes with the eye rake before he headbutts one of them and then the other, trying to hold his own before Black and the Reckless one grow more annoyed than anything else and both of them proceed to kick him in the abdomen and hook his neck before they raise him up and hang him to dry on the barricade! before they can continue David Williams comes charging in and clotheslines both of them, making a save for the Williams Dynasty leader!
Freya: UGH he’s up again! David Williams has been posing a problem here time and time again!
Serafina comes at him next, leaving Fiona limp and she attempts to tee off with one nasty kick after the next followed by a running knee! The offense seems to slow David down before he grabs her by the face and headbutts her, getting her out of the way! Claire tries her hand at it as she digs in a pocket for a pair of brass knuckles and goes for a straight haymaker to the head! David stumbles back a bit before he shoves her off and Todd jerks himself off the barricade, hugging his ribs before he runs at Claire and gets a cheap shining wizard from nowhere!
Black drops her brass knuckles! With David a little stunned from the haymaker, Reckless Jack leaps on top of him and digs his fingers into his eyes! Williams lets out of a scream of pain as he begins swinging his massive arms and tries to start charging around blindly! He nearly runs towards the commentary table and then takes a sharp right turn!
Mark: Reckless Jack is exposing the one weakness of David Williams! His sight!
Freya: RIDE ‘EM COWBOY!
Cut back to Chris Kane who Maia Lopez gets down to one knee. She bounces off the ropes and leaps right over him, looking for a jumping neckbreaker but he pulls his head out of the way at the last second! She lands bad and The Pride Champion even with one good arm hits a standing moonsault on her, staring down at her in disgust. Just when that problem is dealt with however, Fiona gets back in the game and hits him with an Inverted DDT into the shake weight!
Meanwhile...
Todd stands, looming over the body of Claire Black with a wide grin on his face as he forces her up! He doesn’t realize that Reckless Jack is riding David Williams right towards him! Claire’s eyes snap open and she yells something at Serafina who is still reeling from a David Williams headbutt! The eyes of both members of KO/TO go wide as they dive OUT OF THE WAY and Reckless Jack leaps off of David’s back!
CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
TERRRUUUUGGGGKKKKKKKKKKKK!
The end result is David Williams running smack dab Todd Williams and sandwiching him between his body, a barricade and some equipment!
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! / PANCAKE TODD! / THAT WAS AWESOME!
PANCAKE TODD! / THAT WAS AWESOME! / PANCAKE TODD!
Freya: TWO of the Dynasty are officially out of commission after that Mark and this crowd has the most AMAZING chant!
Mark: Yes but Chris is still being picked apart in the ring!
The entire time things have gone on outside, Maia and soon after a limping Fiona have been beating on Chris and picking at his arm like a pair of scavengers. Maia goes to hit a shoulder breaker on the Pride Champion but Fiona shoves her off and hits one herself before she goes to pin him again!
ONE!
TWWOOOOOOOO!
TTHHHREEE-NNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Once again, by a miracle Chris gets that bad arm up and Maia shoulder-checks Fiona’s with her own before she tells her that they’re going to do this together. Maia states that she’ll get the shake weight and Fiona nods. When they finally get on the same page, Maia turns around and walks straight into double roundhouse kick to the head compliments of KO/TO! Fiona looks to see what just happened and her eyes go wide before she looks out to see Todd and David in a wreckage. Slowly she backs away into a corner she thinks is safe, away from Claire and Serafina...
And her back presses up against the chest of Reckless Jack.
Freya: ...And then there was one!
Fiona doesn’t even turn around, knowing what is behind her as she tries to make a break for it but Black shoves her right back into the arms of Reckless Jack who wraps his arms around her waist! In front of the entire United Center hits his Psycho Driver with the back of her head against the exposed turnbuckle! Fiona’s body goes limp as Jack drags her to the corner and covers her!
Mark: RECKLESS KILLING! RECKLESS KILLING AND FIONA HAS TO BE OUT!
ONE!
TWO!
...
THREE!
The bell rings and Jack continues to sit on his knees while KO/TO help Chris up to his feet. Wearily the four warriors stand tall. The cameras begin to pass over the merciless carnage that has befallen the ring, the discarded weapons and the body of David Williams as he barely moves away from the splat that is Todd Williams.
John: Here are your winners... Serafina Reynolds and “TKO” Claire Black... KO/TO and RECKLESS JACK and The SVW Pride Champion “YOUNG K” CHRISTOPHER KANE!
Mark: Tonight the Williams Dynasty has been felled and its thanks to those four, Freya.
Freya: They can pat themselves on the back for this one but sadly something tells me we haven’t seen the last of the Dynasty... Unfortunately.
As “War Machine” plays over the sound system we’re given one last glance at the heroic quartet.
It’s a JoJo!
The show heads to the back, where we find Kyle Kilmeade catching up with one of SVW’s newest signings in Jo McFarlane as she is heading down the corridor. He makes quick progress and gives her a tap on the arm.
Kyle: I haven’t gotten the chance to say it, so I wanted to welcome you to SVW. I’d have done it on the last show, but Nick kinda kept you a secret. So I didn’t have a clue you had been signed.
Jo smiles as she turns to face him, the skirt she’d been wearing spinning around her. Listening to his words, she nods her head in agreement.
Jo: Thank you! Yep, he said he was going to do that. Was pretty hard to keep to myself too, actually.
Kyle: I can understand that. Either way, glad to have you. Am very familiar with you from FFW obviously. And I’m going to guess you are ready to dive right in and get started.
Jo: Yup! I don’t believe there’s any point to joining a company and just sitting there waiting for something to happen. That was why I put my name in for Midas Touch. Get right in the thick of it, as it were.
The CEO nods in agreement.
Kyle: Well I don’t blame you, huge chance for anyone. But I don’t see in any point in making you wait till then. I got your SVW debut in the ring lined up for two weeks from tonight at Uprising.
A wide, excited grin crosses the redhead’s face.
Jo: Oh, yay! Awesome! Who’ve I got?
Kyle: You should be familiar with her, I’d wager. You’re going one on one with Kanna Haroshi from Future Shock’s eleventh season and half of the Unrepentant.
Jo: Cool! I get to batter crap out of stupid people with a violent person! That’s a great match, sounding! Thank you!
Kyle: You’re welcome. I don’t know the details for sure yet, but Nick also mentioned something coming up for you. You’d have to ask him, but apparently there is some planning to put you in a six person tag with the Queens soon.
Jo: Early greatness abound! Me, sibling and working together! That’ll be a first!
Kyle: I think that’s part of the allure. Like I say, might check with him on that after the show. He’s kinda being pulled in a few different directions tonight, as you could likely guess.
Jo nods.
Jo: I can only imagine. Wouldn’t like to be in his shoes on a night like this. Surprised you’re not being run ragged, actually…
Kyle: I have been, trust me. Either way, welcome to SVW and I’ll see you at Uprising.
He gives her a nudge with a smile before we go to a highlight package regarding the ongoing issues between Chris Strike and Mileena Savage.
John: The following Grudge Match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit!
The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “March of Mephisto” by Kamelot blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, some even pounding the guard rail to amplify the noise around the crowd, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping and slapping the guard rail along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the RIMAC.
John: First…from Denver, Colorado via São Paulo, Brazil…weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds…HE IS CHRIIIIIIISSSSSS…STRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. Strike is showered by gold, white and black streamers and smoke appearing from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, all while keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring. Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes while stretching his arms out as “March of Mephisto” fades…
Mark: This man has been deprived of the Hall of Fame trophy he earned as an SVW superstar by his opponent tonight. And I have a feeling there will be hell to pay.
Freya: We already saw what he’ll do to people who piss off his friends when he made Greg Pettis tap out a few weeks ago. I can’t imagine what he’s going to do someone like Mileena who’s wronged him like this.
OOOOO CANNNAAAADAAAA!!!!
The Canadian flag appears over the arena screens as the start of the Canadian National Anthem starts to play.
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
A loud ripping sound of a record needle scraping rips through the arena as Drag You Down by Finger Eleven blares through the speakers.
Pull me under before I try to drag you down!
Someone has to pull me under before I try and drag you,
Drag you, drag you down!
At that point Mileena Savage finally makes herself known, slowly walking out from the back with a smirk on her face, with her boyfriend Dante Knox at her side. Dante does NOT have Chris Strike’s trophy with him.
John: Hailing from Calgary, Ontario Canada. The Pride of Canada Mileena Savage!!!!!
Mileena walks down the ramp waving a big Canadian flag, as the crowd boos her though she just seems to revel in it. She makes sure to ignore the ugly American crowd, walking to the ring and slowly climbing in, waving the flag all the while.
Once inside she climbs the corner, waving the flag proudly before hopping down and handing it to Dante and sharing a kiss. Mileena stretches and smirks as she gets ready.
Mark: Mileena Savage, while using a liberal interpretation of the rules, have managed to put together some impressive wins over the last few months.
Freya: She finds it a bit harder to be so victorious when her boyfriend isn’t causing trouble at ringside though.
Mark: You may also notice that said boyfriend is not carrying Chris Strike’s Hall of Fame trophy, which they stole several weeks ago. Strike must be wondering where it is about now.
Mileena and Strike stare down each other as the ref calls for the bell. They circle for a minute before locking up. Strike puts on a hammerlock Milleena tries to get out, eventually countering and getting behind Strike. She wraps him up for a belly to back suplex and tries to throw him, but Strike counters by back flipping and landing on his feet behind Savage. When the Canadian turns around, Strike slaps an open palm directly across her face. Mileena turns around and Strike bounces off the ropes before grabbing her for a one handed bulldog. Strike pushed himself up to his feet as Millena got up to her knees. Chris responded with a roundhouse kick to her chest. He nailed two more directly into the Canadian before grabbing her head and driving it into the mat with a kneeling DDT.
Mark: We thought we were getting a technical start to this match, but a few counters later we got a flurry of impact offense by the Hall of Famer!
Freya: Strike unleashed hell on Mileena and I think this is only the beginning!
Strike rolls Savage over but doesn’t go for the pin, instead raining fists down on Mileena’s face. Eventually the Pride of Canada covers up with her forearms and rolls out of the way. Strike follows her and lays a boot into her side to stop her. He lifts her up off the mat and brings her to her feet but Mileena reaches up and rakes Chris’s eyes. Strike falls back and turns around. Mileena lunges and rolls Chris up into a school boy pin from out of nowhere!!
1
2
NO!!!
Mark: Sneaky tactics almost let Mileena steal a victory right there!
Freya: All she’s going to do is piss the Hall of Famer off more right now!
Strike gets back up and Mileena hits him with a dropkick before rolling out of the ring. As Mileena convenes with Dante on the outside, Strike recovers in the ring, holding his jaw. Savage and Knox yell at the fans on the outside of the ring. Strike stands up and sees his opportunity. He bounces off the ropes and runs at Mileena before leaping over the top rope and taking out Savage AND her boyfriend with a somersault plancha!!! The crowd pops huge as Strike stands up and slaps his chest.
Mark: And that hard to be cathartic for Chris Strike! He just took out both Dante and Mileena after all the crap they’ve put him through this month!
Freya: And the fans here are loving it in Chicago!
Strike picks Mileena up and rolls her into the ring. Chris climbs up on the apron and goes up to the top turnbuckle. He perches himself as Mileena stands up in the ring. Strike launches himself off the top rope...and Savage catches him with a codebreaker on the way down!
Mark: HOLY SHIT! She just Strike with his own finisher while he was coming off the top rope!!!
Strike looks half dead as Mileena laughs aloud. She cackles as she crawls over to the Hall of Famer and hooks his leg for a cover.
1
2
THR-NO!!!
Mark: NO! Somehow Strike kicked out! A lesser wrestler would be out cold right now!
Freya: Savage drover her knees right into his skull with that counter, but Chris is somehow not on dream street just yet!
Mileena takes advantage of the fallen and dazed Strike on the mat by grabbing his leg with almost no resistance. She kicks at the back of his knee a couple before wrapping it around her own and performing a standing leg twist. She bends down on his leg as Strike comes to life, shouting in pain. The ref asks him to quit, but he says no. Mileena keeps working the hold for a bit before letting go and instead strying to set up a figure four, but Chris sits up and grabs her just at the right time to roll her up in a modified small package!
1
2
TH-NO!!!
Mark: Mileena kicks out and Chris almost took her off guard!
Freya: She was so focused on the legs that she wasn’t keeping Strike at bay. You can’t make those sorts of mistakes as a professional. Veterans will always take advantage.
Mileena kicks out and both her and Strike get to their feet but Mileena runs forward and delivers a low dropkick right into Strike’s knee, knocking him face forward down into the mat. Mileena gets up, shouting obscenities at Strike. She grabs Chris’s leg again and locks it in a reverse stepover toehold. She falls on her back to bend Chris’s knee some more and Strike shouts in pain. He reaches for the ropes, but he’s just out of reach. Mileena bends hard on the knee some more and Dante taunts Strike from the outside. Strike finally digs deep within himself though and drags himself a few more inches before reaching out and grabbing the bottom rope.
Mark: Strike made it! He’s got the ropes! Mileena has to break the hold.
The ref counts in Mileena’s face as Chris holds onto the rope. 1….2….3….4…. And then suddenly Mileena lets go of the hold and gets in the referee’s face, audibly shouting “I HAVE TILL FIVE!!!” The ref backs off and Mileena turns around to see Chris getting to his feet...but she dropkicks him right in the knee to bring him down again. Mileena then grabs Chris’s leg again and this time lifts it up into an ankle lock. She twists at Strike’s foot as Chris screams and struggles to get to the ropes!
Mark: Mileena working every area of Chris’s leg. It’s smart strategy with Chris having the educated feet he does. She takes away a lot of his offense.
Freya: Not to mention he can’t win if he can’t stand up.
Mark: Yeah, that too.
Strike finally seems within reach of the ropes, but Mileena pulls back on his leg and drags him back into the middle of the ring, shouting for him to tap out! Chris shakes his head no, refusing to give up. Chris pushes himself up off the mat and turns himself over, eventually managing to flip himself and pull Mileena off him, countering the hold and sending Savage into the ropes. Mileena bounces off the ropes and into a school boy from Strike!
1
2
THRE-NO!!!
Mark: Mileena BARELY kicked out of that counter by Strike! It seems like either one of these wrestlers is constantly seconds from winning this thing!
Freya: I don’t like Mileena’s tactics very often, but clearly she can go in the ring. She’s going hold for hold with a hall of famer and doing quite well at it to boot.
Mileena gets up as does Strike, although Chris is noticeable favoring his leg. Mileena lunges for the leg to wrap it up, but Chris dodges and hops away from her. Mileena tries it again but Strike dodges the attack. Mileena bounces off the ropes now and goes for a dropkick, but Strike dodges and drops an elbow on her as she hits the mat, nailing her in the head! Strike rolls off of her and pushes himself back up to his feet as Mileena gets up to her knee. Strike grabs her by the head and locks her in a double underhook before driving her head into the mat with a double arm DDT!
Mark: Strike’s leg is clearly hurting but he’s finding a way to get back into this thing!
Freya: Never say die, Mark! Chris has been through hell before and fought back from it. Tonight is no different for him.
Chris pushes himself back up drops another elbow onto Mileena’s back. He drops a second and a third before Mileena finally scurries away to the ropes to pull herself up. Strike, still favoring the leg, hops back into the corner. Mileena is standing up, a bit dazed, back to Chris. Strike calls for Relampago and the fans start to cheer….
Mark: This could be coming to an end here…
...and then a steel chair slams into Strike’s back. He falls to the ground and the fans boo loudly as Dante Knox stands over the Hall of Famer. Dante raises the chair and strikes Chris as he lies on the mat again. The ref calls for the bell.
Mark: And that’s going to be a disqualification. God damn it! That idiot Knox can’t keep out of anything.
Freya: Cowards and scumbags, the both of them...damn it now Mileena has the chair!
Dante hands Mileena the chair and she starts wailing on Strike’s hurt leg, bashing it over and over and over again. She cackles in his face as Dante pushes the referee away when he tries to stop this. Savage shouts at Chris that she’s the real Hall of Famer here and drives the end of her chair into his knee twice more. Strike is screaming in pain as Mileena finally drops the chair, laughing loudly before dropping down to roll out of the ring. Her entrance music plays as her and Knox walk back up the aisle s medics attend to Strike in the ring.
Mark: That was just despicable. They don’t bring the Hall of Fame trophy with them so Strike has no chance of getting him back, then that damn Knox ambushes Strike just when he’s about to hit his finisher and win the damn match. Disgraceful.
Freya: I couldn’t agree more, Mark. I just hope Strike’s leg is okay enough that he can make these assholes pay for this garbage in the future.
The fans boo Dante and Mileena and we cut to a promo about the Midas Touch Battle Royale.
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Round Two?
Cameras follow Anastasia as she paces through the backstage area, still in her ring gear from her match earlier in the night with Emma. She looks a bit disheveled as she looks at doors and gives a knock on Nick’s door, crossing her arms over her chest. The owner opens it with a surprised look.
Nick: Ana...something I can do for you?
Ana: You bet there is. You saw what happened out there. She was going to take me out again..with that chair after the match.
Nick: I did see that, yes. But you did win the match.
Ana: Oh, I know I did. I said I would, but clearly that’s not enough for Emma if she thinks I’m going to take her trying to take me out again. Nick, I don’t ask a ton of favors, and I appreciate you giving me this match tonight. But I want to ask one more.
Nick leaned against the doorframe.
Nick: What’s that?
Ana: I want a rematch, but I want a tag team rematch. Undine and I together against Emma and the woman who caused all of this in the first place.
Nick’s eyes lit up at that idea, a smile forming on his face.
Nick: Now that is an idea. Are you sure that’s what you want?
The redhead nodded in agreement as Nick offered her a handshake. She took it with a curious look on her face as he responded.
Nick: You’ve got your match. At Extreme Prejudice, it’ll be STFU together taking on Emma MacNamara and “The Killer Blonde” Amy.
This brought a smile to Ana’s face as she ran a hand through her messy hair.
Ana: Thank you, Nick. Undine and I will finish it at Extreme Prejudice. I promise.
She said with a nod before she turned and headed off, leaving Nick with a smile on his face before we go to a commercial for Extreme Prejudice.
John: The following is a triple threat match for the Sex & Violence Wrestling DEFIANCE CHAMPIONSHIP...!
The lights dim as the drums start, guitar rumbling through the arena as Pain Train Penny stands at the end of the ramp with a mix of joy, and a hunger for violence. Joined at her side by Gabriel Chance, arms crossed.
I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you
I'm gonna be the one who breaks you
Put the screws into you , yeah my way
Yeah, come on, come on, come and make my day
Make my day
John: Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada. Making her way to the ring accompanied by Gabriel Chance, “Pain Train” Penny Buchanan!! ...and her opponent.
With that and a somewhat frightening smile Penny makes her way down the ramp, with Gabriel not far behind. Walking slowly the big Texan alternates swatting hands of fans and snarling at them almost playfully as she marches slowly to the ramp. Every step reminding those around her just how big and strong she really is.
Yeah
Got some hell to pay you , I steal your thunder
The joy of violent movement, pulls you under
Ooh bite the bullet, well hard
Yeah, but I bite harder, so go too far
Too far
The amazonian brunette climbs into the ring almost methodically as Gabriel walks around the ring. Penny suddenly charges to the corner climbing up and pumping her arm, looking out at the crowd. "Pain Train's comin'!" she roars before hopping down from the corner, extremely eager to lay down some pain on her opponent.
“This is the last time that you'll ever see us
After this you're gonna go blind
This is the last time that there will be a last time
After this nothing will run
Cuz I'm the LAAASSST HERO! I'm your ooonnly HOPE!
And you got a lot to fear, but as long as I'm here-oh
I could be your HERO!”
“The Last Hero” by XV plays out over the speakers and as the rap verse kicks in Anders Stark walks out onto the stage dressed in his black and blue ring trunks and a black t-shirt tha treads “Fuck Your Respect” in plain white letters on the front. He extends his arms out to the sides as the crowd showers him in boos at the top of the ramp
John: Hailing from Tampa, Florida by way of Syracuse, New York, he is...ANNNDDEERS STAAAARRRRK!!!!!! ...and finally their opponent...
The music continues as Anders turns around and walks backwards at the end of the ramp with his arms out. He turns around at the end of the ramp and walks to the ring steps slowly before climbing them and getting in the ring. He goes to middle of the ring and taunts the crowd until the music dies down.
The lights go out in the arena before the opening of Light Up The Sky by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play building inside the the venue. As the vocalist kicks in with the opening line - “Light up the sky! Light up the sky!” - a whole series of pyrotechnic charges explode combine with the lights to bathe the crowd in a fiery glow, a spotlight hitting Ryan Steele as he nods his head to beat of the music. Another series of charges and lights going off above the crowd before he starts to walk quickly down to the ring, high fiving the crowd as he does so, taking the last few yards to sprint toward the ring and slide in underneath the bottom rope. Kipping up to his feet he heads for the nearest corner, throwing his hands into the air, getting a roar from the crowd as one final volley of pyrotechnics and lights go off in the rafters, illuminating the crowd. The lights return to normal as Ryan drops back down to the mat and waits for the start of the match.
John: Please welcome from Sheffield, England by way of Boston, Massachusetts. At a height of 6’0” and a weight of 234lbs….He is your reigning and DEFENDING SVW DEFIANCE CHAMPION...RYAN SHEFFIELD!!!
Referee Nina Powers takes the Defiance Championship from Sheffield and she holds it up over her head to the approval of the Chicago crowd. Sheffield and Stark immediately shoot a glare at each other from their corners before they turn a glance over to the “Pain Train” and third party who has joined this war. The cameras cut to each one of the competitors as they look at each other. Immediately Stark runs into Sheffield chops him across the chest before Sheffield hits him back with a chop of his own and the two begin to go back and forth in straight offense as The Pain Train watches on looking slightly bored!
Mark: Freya this Triple Threat match for the Defiance Championship happens to fall under No Disqualification or Countouts. I can only imagine what we can see from this simple fact.
Freya: Knowing Anders and his douchefuck attitude, he’ll probably make the most out of this!
As Anders swings one final chop and the Defiance Champion blocks it, the two wrestlers lock up and attempt to push one another before the Pain Train seems to have enough of being ignored from this match and goes running towards the two of them! The only get a moment to look up before Buchanan hits them with a double clothesline and sends both Anders and Ryan out of the ring! The Defiance Champion and Stark both are slow to get up before Anders seems to decide he wants Penny first, kicking Ryan right between the legs for his trouble! He sneers and rolls back into the ring!
Freya: Looks like Anders has switched targets here! After all neither he or Penny has to pin Ryan to walk away with that coveted belt!
Mark: I don’t envy him! Especially since Penny is begging him to come on in.
The Pain Train runs towards Stark and the two lock up in the middle of the ring before Stark immediately gets behind Penny and lifts her upward in what looks like a german suplex before he drops her down on the mat on her front with a modified mat slam before he spins around one hundred and eighty degrees on her back and slaps the back of Penny’s head mockingly. The crowd of course boos Stark as he continues to talk down to the Pain Train and then drops a knee down on her head and then another. He shoves her over and goes for the pin!
ONE!
KICKOUT!
Penny powers him off and she rolls on her shoulders before Anders is back on her and irish-whips her but The Pain Train stops and counters the whip into an irish-whip of her own, sending him flying so hard into the turnbuckle that he does a flip on it and hangs upside down. Buchanan walks towards him and goes to continue on her attack but Ryan Sheffield rolls into the ring and intercepts her, scooping Penny up and hitting her with a powerslam! Sheffield continues with the offense as he scoops Penny up again and this time sends her to the mat with a drop toe hold before he wraps her legs around his and clenches in a Sharpshooter!
Mark: Sheffield turning that drop toe hold into a Sharpshooter and Powers is asking Penny if she wants to give up the ghost! The Pain Train isn’t going to go down so easily here!
Chance beats the mat twice, cheering on the Pain Train and soon the United Center crowd follows suit as she uses her arms to slowly pull herself to the ropes... The camera points to where Stark was hanging and he’s nowhere to be found! The camera follows the former Defiance Champion as he rolls in the ring with ring bell and comes running! As Penny grabs the ropes, Ryan lets go of the hold and stands up to try and block the ring bell shot but he takes it straight to the noggin!
Freya: FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS! Stark just cleaned Ryan’s clock and the Defiance Champion has dropped spread-eagled!
Mark: Penny seems to be of the mind that Ryan just let go the moment she grabbed the rope and hasn’t turned around yet!
Stark holds the ring bell up, waiting to knock out Penny next but when she turns around and he swings The Pain Train ducks! She kicks Anders in the gut, forcing him to drop the ring bell before she headbutts him in the mouth and makes him stumble. Immediately she begins popping him with a few face-rearranging punches before she irish-whips him and hits a big boot on return! As Stark drops to the mat she immediately turns around and leaps on top of Ryan Sheffield, hooking his leg and going for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
...
KICKOUT!
Sheffield gets an arm up and the cameras zoom in on his forehead. He hasn’t been busted open which leads one to believe that the ring bell shot from Stark was partially blocked but Ryan still seems quite dizzied as Penny forces him up to his feet and then drags him into a corner, forcing him there! Penny points to the Chicago crowd and teases for a Yakuza Kick before she goes running head long towards him and... Anders pops up and catches her square in the mouth with a superkick! She stumbles into Ryan who puts her in double underhook position before he DDTs her square into the mat!
Both Stark and Sheffield go for the cover at the same time and get into a shoving match before they get right back to a chop fest!
Crowd: WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *CHOP* WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *CHOP* WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *CHOP* WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *CHOP* WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *CHOP* WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *CHOP*
Mark: That was an eerie bit of teamwork we just saw Freya... Anders superkicks Penny right into Ryan’s signature DOUBLE ARM DDT!
Freya: Maybe they can read what the other is thinking Mark! They’ve fought so many times they just know each other’s entire moveset back and forth!
The two men beat each other back and forth before Anders finds his back up against the rope as Ryan chops him again before he goes for the clothesline and puts both men tumbled right out of the ring! Sheffield is the first to get to his feet and immediately drops an elbow into the back of Stark’s neck. The Defiance Champion hits him with a headbutt to the back of his head now. He gets Stark on all fours and goes running for a soccer style punt to Anders’ ribs but Stark rolls away and gets an inverted headlock on Sheffield before he hits him with a twisting backbreaker that stops his momentum for a second. The crowd boos with Stark now in control as he forces Ryan in the ring with his head sticking out through the ropes and on the apron! Anders picks up a steel step and goes running, smashing it up against the Defiance Champion’s temple!
The United Center just boo Stark so much more, they break out into a harsh chant.
Crowd: FUCK YOU ANDERS! *clap clap clap* FUCK YOU ANDERS! *clap clap clap*
FUCK YOU ANDERS! *clap clap clap* FUCK YOU ANDERS! *clap clap clap*
Freya: I don’t think I could agree more with this crowd unless they started chanting ‘Free Kitten Day’.
Stark looks around and there’s an unreadable look on his face before he rolls into the ring after Ryan and drags him to the center. He gets right on top of Sheffield and begins to drop a few standing elbows to wake the Defiance Champion up. He waits like a predator as Ryan is slow to get to his feet, before he kicks him in the stomach and gets a double underhook! It looks for a moment like we’re about to see a Stark Reality until Penny grabs Stark by the waist and German Suplexes him off of Ryan who drops to his knees! Anders gets up and then drops right back down in a flop but Penny forces him into a corner, hanging there before she irish-whips Ryan into him! Both men are laying in the corner now as Penny motions like a conductor and the crowd pops!
Crowd: CHHHOOOO CCCHHHHHHOOOOOOOO!!
Mark: ALL ABOARD THE PAIN TRAIN EXPRESS!
The Pain Train goes running and hits a Caboose Crush on both the former Paragon and the Defiance Champion! Neither man looks great as Penny isn’t quite done yet and jerks the Englander forward before she gets him in Powerbomb position and powerbombs him right on top of Stark before both men drop out of the corner and lay still!
Freya: TWO FOR ONE CABOOSE CRUSH! PENNY JUST BOXCAR BOMBED RYAN ON TOP OF ANDERS! She can either wrestler she wants to--
Penny Buchanan looks between the two wrestlers and seems to be deciding what to do when she looks around for Chance and...
Doesn’t see him.
The crowd boos furiously as David Williams begins coming down to the ring with a chair! Gabriel intercepts him on the way and tries for a takedown but Williams swings the chair down and hits Chance’s back as hard as he can, folding the metal! Immediately Williams falls forward and crushes Gabriel under his girth! Penny comes out to meet him! The crowd boos as David immediately puts a hand on Penny’s throat and lifts the Pain Train up to heave her right back on the ground!
Mark: NNNOOOO! Haven’t we seen enough David Williams for one night!? He had a chair to keep Chance at bay and now he’s got his attention on Penny! Williams doesn’t seem to think anything between he and the Pain Train is over but he’s ruining her chance at the Defiance Championship!
He walks towards Penny and when she arises to get another attack on him he lifts her up and hits a Rydeen Bomb on her on the ground! He’s not done with her as Stark and Sheffield begin to recover! David looks at the other steel steps that have not been disturbed and pulls the top half from the lower. He drops the top half into Penny’s back as hard as he can a few times before Buchanan lets out a grunt of anguish! Williams lifts Penny up and drops on the lower steps, her head hanging on it...
...And the crowd gasps from what comes next.
David Williams raises the top half of the steel steps and drives it downward on the lower half and Penny’s head. The Pain Train goes absolutely still as William smirks and picks her limp body up before throwing her into the ring before he walks away, stepping on Gabriel’s ribs once more just in case Chance may come to find him later.
Freya: She was... She might have been seconds from being Defiance Champion...
Mark: I can guarantee you Freya that if we know the Pain Train as well as I think we do... David Williams may come to regret what he’s done!
Ryan looks shocked, but Anders’ moment of awe shatters after two seconds and he immediately dropkicks Ryan in the head and goes for the pin on Penny!
OOONNNNEEEE!!!
TTTWWWOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTHHHRRR--NNNOOOOO!!
Ryan breaks up the pin and grabs Stark up! Anders goes for another superkick but Ryan catches his leg and pulls him into a Capture Suplex driving him on the back! With Penny down the match has turned completely into one on one. Stark hooks an inverted headlock into a backbreaker and Ryan stumbles as Anders walks towards a turnbuckle and begins to undo the top pad. He looks at the Defiance Champion as he gets back to his feet and wraps his arms around his waist, looking to hit a German Suplex with Sheffield’s head into the exposed turnbuckle... But Ryan pulls out of it and hits a drop toe hold as he turns Anders around, sending Stark face first into the metal!
Freya: Stark is down! Stark is down and Sheffield is looking at Penny...! ....Is... Penny trying to get up after what David Williams just did to her!?
Indeed Penny is trying to force herself up and with a frown the Englander and Defiance Champ gets her up and hits her with his Michioku Driver II! She drops across the mat once more and Ryan goes to pin her as Powers goes for the count!
Crowd: OONNNE! TWWOOOO! THREEE---
NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mark: ...Penny... Penny just kicked out... Penny just kicked out of the SHEFFIELD SLAM. After what David Williams just did to her... How?
Ryan’s face looks absolutely disbelieving and he looks back at Anders Stark who is stirring. Sheffield looks between the two of them and then he forces The Pain Train to stand up again but she barely can, dropping to her knees. He forces her back up and hits her with a stunner, her head snapping back in a wild tangle of hair before she hits the mat and once more Sheffield goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
...
THREE!
John: Here is your winner... And STILL your SVW DEFIANCE CHAMPION....! RYAN SHEFFIELD!
Mark: Ryan retains tonight but Penny seemed to have both Ryan and Anders’ number here Freya!
Freya: Medics are coming down to check on her and Gabriel! ...I don’t know about everyone else but I think Penny owes David Williams one more match after costing her the Defiance Championship.
The camera cuts to Nina Powers as she hands Ryan his Defiance Championship. He raises it up in the air to the Chicago crowd but then stops and looks around at Anders and Penny and Gabriel being tended to. Sheffield seems to mutter, ‘Williams family’ under his breath.
Fuck Lawyers, She Does!
We are shown recent footage where Crazy Crazy Millar had just competed inside a SVW ring in his return to wrestling when his ex-wife stormed the ring and began to savagely assault him without warning. From there, we cut backstage where we find the blonde beauty with a young man who was unfamiliar to virtually everyone but Arianna. He was dressed in a two piece suit, short dark hair up in a spike with a bit of stubble.
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Kevin Talbot. And I am the attorney representing this woman to my right, Arianna Manning. Many of you may know her from her days as Arianna Millar, but in recent times, Miss Manning has filed a petition for divorce from her husband, the aptly named wrestler known as Crazy Crazy Millar.
Arianna: Crazy is quite correct. The man is insane. He has slandered my name, tried to take my own daughters away from me with the help of his own CORRUPT attorney, Jimmy Hatchett. But believe me, we are going to get justice. In the courtroom, Kevin here will take care of that. But I also want payback in the ring. And I assure you, I am more than capable of kicking the snot out of that washed up never-was.
Kevin looked down to his client with clearly more than professional interest before he continued.
Kevin: It is my purpose to ensure that Arianna Manning gets everything she deserves, including alimony as well as 70% of Mr. Millar’s earnings now and in the future. After all, this delicate flower has become accustomed to a certain way of life, and with the jurisprudence of the courts, they will give her that and everything else as well. We intend to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that Mr. Millar is not of sane enough mind to even see his children, especially as he is currently dating a woman who tried to run hers over in a..
He looked down at Arianna and back to the camera with a disapproving look.
Kevin: Crystal Hilton. And if I may be so bold as to interject, how anyone could leave behind this exquisitel and caring example of feminine beauty is beyond me. My client has been hurt and wounded by the actions of her soon-to-be former husband. And as her attorney, I will do everything within my power to ensure she is fairly compensated for the rest of Mr. Millar’s life as a result.
Arianna: You let that insane woman around my children! You... you’re a bastard! You hear me? You’re a BASTARD!!! I hate you!
It was obvious Arianna was getting quite upset. Talbot gave her a gentle hug, whispering something into her ear before he continued.
Kevin: At my request, SVW has granted Miss Manning here a match at a show called….Uprising where she will face Crystal Hilton one on one in a match. Miss Hilton is a homewrecker, but if nothing else, she certainly has helped make the case I intend to present to the courts when I file for full custody of Miss Manning’s children on her behalf, with the intent that their father never get to see them again until they are at least 18 and capable of making that judgment themselves. Miss Manning will be victorious both in this upcoming match with the homewrecker as well as in court against her soon-to-be former husband.
Arianna: Crystal... Jonathan... consider yourselves on notice. Because I am going to ruin both your pathetic lives... like you TRIED to ruin mine.
Kevin: There there, Miss Manning. Leave everything to me, you’ll get what’s yours.
He gave a sad face as he embraced his client, wrapping both arms around her very warmly as his hand patted her cheek against his chest.
Kevin: Do you see what you have caused? Both of you? This delicate flower...a wreck of emotional turmoil. Quite frankly, you both sicken me.
Arianna looked at him sadly.
Arianna: And me. Come on, let’s go... I’m getting upset again.
Kevin: Of course, Miss Manning. Of course.
He guides her away as though she were frail and could fall over out of anguish before we cut back to the ring.
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The graphic on the video wall shows the fans what’s coming up next as we head back to ringside.
Mark: This right here may be the most personal match on the card tonight! It’s almost like the SVW Championship shot that’s on the line is secondary to how deeply personal this is. Joining me for commentary is none other than FFW’s No Surrender Champion Caroline Stark.
Caroline: Always a pleasure, Mark. This is going to get to trainwreck levels of violence in a hurry.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner will earn a SVW Championship match at Extreme Prejudice!
Opening riff and thunderous drumming of “Are you dead yet?” Along with the roar of the vocalist blasts out of the PA and out walks Luther Thunder spreading his arms and taunting the crowd. He is actually enjoying every boo and jeer the crowd throws at him laughing it up and smiling wide smirk like a Cheshire cat.
Making his way down the ramp he keeps on taunting the crowd, egging them on to let out their anger even trying to coax someone to throw a punch at him, sticking his chin out before pulling his head back again and smirking smugly.
Once ringside he keeps up the slow walk up the ring steps, steps on the apron and over the top rope throwing some kicks and hits in the air before rubbing his palms together in anticipation as the music dies down.
John: Introducing first, he hails from Amsterdam in the Netherlands! This is…..LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Mark: Luther Thunder has made this match more personal than any Colleen has had of late. Between himself and Greg Pettis, they have exposed Colleen’s personal demons and even dragged her family into this. Some man of God, isn’t he?
Caroline: I’ve met street preachers with more credibility.
The lights in the arena go out We hear a woman’s voice over the PA…
“…And the cracks begin to show.”
The voice disappears and suddenly the opening guitars of Placebo’s cover of “Where is My Mind?” begin to sound through the arena. Colleen Harmon, dressed in her DC flag inspired ring gear, appears on the entrance ramp with her back facing the crowd and her arms stuck out in a crucifix pose. Some pyro goes off as she turns around and takes off in a sprint towards the ring!
John: And his opponent, from Washington, D.C. please welcome COLL---
The ring announcer darts out of the way as Colleen hits the ring and begins unloading with right hands to the head of the big man. She unloads with rapid fire shots as the fans come to their feet as referee Nina Powers calls for the bell to start the match. The fans roar in approval as Harmon begins firing European uppercuts that rock him backwards. She pushes him back into the ropes and whips him across for the ride, catching him on the rebound with a Thesz press that sends him to the canvas, only for her to unload with straight right hands again!
Mark: Colleen didn’t even want to wait for the bell, and she has come uncorked! Luther’s getting his jaw jacked and Harmon’s just warming up!
Caroline: She’s not trying to be technical or surgical. Those are just haymakers falling one after the other with no end in sight.
Colleen rolled to her feet as Luther started to sit up. She bounced off the near side and caught him with a low dropkick to the chest that sent him back down to the mat. A few more well placed boots found the mark as she pulled him up to a sitting position and delivered a stiff front kick right into his spine! Luther’s body froze up for a moment as Colleen began to drive hard elbows into the back of his head with ferocity.
Mark: This match is underway, and it’s been all Colleen from the get go! Luther has unleashed a tidal wave inside that woman, and she’s running on pure adrenaline!
Caroline: On the plus she’s getting beautiful offense in, but her anger is clouding her. There’s no strategy here, Mark. Not like Colleen at all. Kick to the spine. Elbow shots to the head. Her crossface works all those parts but usually she’d pick a part and work it the most!
Luther shoved her backwards and started to get to his feet as Colleen bounced off the near side and caught him with a high knee to the side of the head. He toppled back over as the D.C. native grabbed his head and went for the crossface!
Mark: She’s going for the submission right now!
Luther immediately felt it coming and grabbed the ropes, causing the break and him to roll out to the floor. Colleen got back to her feet, a clear look of anger on her face as she went right out to the floor after him.
Caroline: Luther’s just as much a ring veteran in this match and the Dutch Devil is putting space between the two but here she comes!
Luther rounded the corner as Colleen took off after him, catching him with a clubbing blow to the back that caused him to stagger forward. She grabbed his arm and went to fire him into the barricade, but Luther reversed it and sent her chest and knees first into the ringside steps. Colleen bent over double against the steel as Luther took a few seconds to get himself together. A clear look of irritation on his face, he got back his composure before he stalked after her. Pulling her back to her feet by the hair, he bounced her head off the steps with malice before he pulled her up and rammed her back first into the ringside barricade. Colleen’s back struck hard, only for Luther to grab her arm and whip her violently into the apron of the ring. Shaking his head, he took a couple steps back and delivered a big boot right into her face that dropped her to the floor.
Mark: Luther managed to weather the storm that was fueling Colleen, and now he’s punishing her for it. And the target seems to be drawn on her back.
Caroline: A vicious boot to the skull, right in her nose with an impact I’m surprised he didn’t draw blood.
The referee continued her count in the ring as Luther hoisted Colleen up high and delivered a back suplex across the edge of the ring. Colleen clutched her back in pain as she rolled back under the bottom rope. Luther slid underneath the rope in after her as the referee reached seven. He went for a cover, pressing his arm across her face.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Luther shook his head as he got back to his feet, pulling Colleen up with him. A pair of knees found the mark to her abdomen as he scooped her up onto his shoulder. With a cocky smile, he took off for the corner and delivered a Snake Eyes. Colleen’s head bounced off the turnbuckle as she staggered backwards out of the corner as Luther hit the near side and took her down with a huge clothesline.
Mark: Luther has brought this match to his own pace, he likes a methodical slower match. And it seems like he’s taken the fire out of Colleen to this point.
Caroline: The best thing Colleen can do right now is look for an opening and dominate from there with an opponent of Luther’s size and style.
He once more went for a cover.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Colleen’s shoulder came up just after two as Nina Powers showed it was just a two.
Caroline: Two count on the near fall and Luther now using more weight advantage.
Luther got back to his feet, kicking Colleen towards the ropes where he stood on her chest as he held the top rope. Powers counted to four before the big man stepped off to avoid the disqualification. He shook his head in disappointment towards Harmon as he pulled her back up and shoved her back into the corner. He sat her on the top rope. And as he did so, she began to kick him in the chest at first and then to the side of the head. Luther staggered back a step as Colleen came off the top rope and landed a perfect tornado DDT!
Caroline: Tornado DDT and that’s just the opening DC’s Daughter needs!
The fans were decidedly behind the D.C. native as Colleen sat up on her knees, trying to summon her reserves. She crawled towards Luther, who was starting to move and she quickly hooked his head to bring him back down to the mat. With him face down on the canvas, she began to drive her knee into the back of his neck and head repeatedly. Six blows connected before she struggled back to her feet. Her hand clutched her lower back in pain before she pulled him up to his feet. She whipped him across for the ride, and he came back looking for a big clothesline. But Harmon sidestepped him and grabbed his arm, pulling him down to the mat and trying to lock her hands for the crossface! He tried to fight it till she drove an elbow into his neck briefly and then locked it in!
Mark: TTFO!! Colleen’s got it this time!
But almost as soon as she had it in place, Luther reached forward and grabbed the ropes, causing the break.
Mark: That’s going to be a problem for Colleen. Luther is such a big man that there aren’t too many places that he can’t reach the ropes in that ring! Positioning is going to be more crucial than ever in this match if you’re Colleen.
Caroline: That or kicking him in the head until he stays down. Options Mark. Options.
As the big man tried to get up though, Colleen rolled through and positioned them closer to the center and reapplied the hold. The fans popped for this as the referee dove into position, asking the big man if he wanted to quit.
Mark: Colleen rolled through, and now she’s in much better position! Luther’s caught, but can she make the big man quit?
Caroline: Not as perfectly center as your usual submissions wrestler would love but a position that’s more than good enough! Luther is trying to grip anything here!
Luther’s face registered abject pain as Colleen cranked back on his neck, screaming at him to tap out. The fans were solidly behind her as she applied more pressure, while the referee continually asked him if he wanted to submit. The big man began to reach forward, trying to grab the ropes but they weren’t within reach at this position. So he began to pull them both forward a few inches very slowly before he reached for them again. Colleen put her foot out, pushing the ropes away as Luther still wasn’t able to reach them. He pulled forward one more time and managed to wrap his arm around the bottom rope. The referee called for a break as Colleen got back up to her feet.
Mark: Luther managed to make it to the ropes, but how much damage has he sustained? Colleen had that crossface on for about a minute before he managed to get to the ropes.
Caroline: His neck’s gotta be feeling a bit jacked up just from that.
With the fans solidly behind her, she pulled Luther up the rest of the way to his feet and and delivered a pair of kicks into his ribs. She sent him across for the ride. And as he rebounded, she took off towards him and went for a flying clothesline. But he caught her in midair and launched her with a fallaway slam! She bounced off the mat on impact and rolled towards the ropes, holding her back again. Luther sat up, clutching the back of his neck as he began to get to his feet.
Mark: Look at his face, Caroline. You can tell the big man’s neck has to be killing him. Colleen’s been working it most of this match, and it was that one mistake that has put Luther back in the driver’s seat.
Caroline: Her back. His neck. My God.
Luther moved towards her, pulling her back up before he hoisted her high overhead and walked out from under her, letting her drop to the canvas with a smack. The boos from the fans were getting louder as the big man grabbed her arms and delivered a curb stomp to her face. He dropped down and made the cover.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Colleen rolled her shoulder before the three.
Mark: A curb stomp straight to the face, and Luther is rearranging Colleen’s feminine features here with this smashmouth style offense.
Caroline: This match has been a lot of brutality. Nothing really fancy, just a lot of maneuvers meant to inflict pain.
He pulled her back up again, wrapping his arms around her body into a bear hug where he lifted her off the mat as she hung over his shoulder. With his hands clasped tightly behind her, Luther began to violently shake Colleen like a rag doll as he held her off her feet. Her body shook back and forth violently before he stopped briefly, only to do it again.
Mark: Colleen’s body is being treated like a rag doll, courtesy of the Dutch Devil right now. He’s just shaking the life out of her relentlessly. And with his power advantage, he can do this all night if he needs.
Caroline: A... Bear hug. Luther forgoing his triangle chokehold tonight for a maneuver that completely capitalizes on raw physical power.
A chant for Colleen began as she started to perk up a bit, trying to get herself face to face with Luther. She started to push his head back and try to push away from him, but the big man didn’t let go. And as soon as she did, he began to shake her again with a vengeance, causing her to drop back over his shoulder again with a mask of pain on her face. Powers asked her if she wanted to give up, but when she said no, Luther violently shook her again. Her head went the opposite direction of her legs back and forth at a high speed before he finally stopped, and she laid on his shoulder again.
Caroline: Her back and the vertebrae of her spine are being worked over here and I’m not sure whether she could escape to.
Mark: Luther is all power right now. And he has such a size advantage over Colleen, this is nothing for him. It’s the equivalent of shooting fish in a barrel. He can do this all night!
The chants for Colleen only began to get louder as the referee asked her again if she wanted to quit. She began to raise up again, trying to push Luther’s head back with her hands. And as he started another violent shake, she caught him with an elbow to the face. The Amsterdam Assassin wobbled back a step as Colleen measured and struck again with another short elbow to his face. She began to get free as the fans began to get behind her even more. Her feet touched the mat for a half second as she reached up to deliver a third as Luther jerked her back up again and violently shook her once more for about ten seconds before she collapsed over his shoulder again.
Caroline: Luther’s literally doing his best to crush the life out of Colleen.
Mark: Every single time she starts to get free, he stops her. And at some point, you gotta wonder how much more does she have left? Look at her body, it’s collapsed over the shoulder of that big bastard.
Luther had a smile on his face as Colleen started to raise up again, pushing his face away with her hands. And as he was about to begin another shake, she clapped her hands around his head. Luther staggered backwards, his equilibrium shot as Colleen’s feet touched the mat. The fans came to their feet as she began firing right hands rapid fire into his head, trying to get free.
Mark: You gotta fight! Colleen is this close to being out of this bear hug, look at her go! Right hand after right hand!
Caroline: I think... Wait, she’s free! Colleen is about to take it to Luther Thunder! Yes! Now here she------
Colleen continued to fire right hands into his head, and Luther’s grip was loosened as she staggered backwards before she fell to her knees, clutching her back. The fans roared in approval for but a moment as Luther caught her with his superkick right to the side of the head and sent her face first into the mat. And the fans went silent almost as quickly as they came to life.
Caroline: ----comes.
Mark: Damn it...that’s it! Luther’s going to Extreme Prejudice with a shot at the gold!
He dropped down and covered her, hooking a leg.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOO!!
Colleen’s shoulder came up and dropped right back down to the mat as Powers signaled it was only two. The big man looked to the referee with an angry expression as he slowly got back to his feet.
Caroline: Luther has tried to drain Colleen here of every single ounce of stamina she has but she is hanging on!
Mark: Colleen showing more guts and determination than ever before, but I’m not sure how much more of this she can take!
Luther gave the signal for the crucifix powerbomb next.
Mark: Luther’s calling for the Assassin’s Edge. If he hits it, this has to be over!
Caroline: He already hit the Thunderstruck as it is. Now this?
He leaned down, pulling Colleen up and planting her head between his legs. He extended his arms for a second before he wrapped them around her waist and hoisted her up and over his head into position.
Caroline: Here it comes and twenty-thousand some fans are about to be miserably gutted!
The fans in the arena showed no appreciation at all for this as Luther took a step back. He went to bring her down as Colleen hooked her feet around the top rope. He gave a jerk, but she managed got her hand free, countering with a devastating neckbreaker from over six feet in the air! Luther’s head and neck crashed into the canvas with a thud!
Mark: Counter!! Colleen countered the Edge!
Caroline: I don’t even know what we call that? The District’s Edge perhaps?
Harmon sat up, her head hanging over her chest as the fans roared once again, coming back to life as a chant began in her name. She started to reach for the ropes, dragging herself towards them as she climbed to her feet, leaning against them for support to keep her up. Luther clutched the back of his neck and head in agony as Colleen tried to get her wits about her.
Caroline: Neither one is looking so hot right now and it could take one big move from either Luther or Colleen to end this match!
Luther started to sit up slowly as Colleen staggered towards him. She grabbed his head from behind and began to apply a dragon sleeper to the big man. She went to wrap her legs around his body as well, but Luther picked her up for a piggyback ride and stood, only to run backwards and drive her spine first into the corner. Colleen shouted in pain on impact as Luther stumbled forward, Colleen doing the same. He spun around and hooked her head between his legs, giving the signal for the Edge again!
Caroline: He may very well hit it this time after that putting her on his back and running her spine into the turnbuckles!
Mark: Her back has to be in agony, there’s no other way to describe it. And Luther is one Assassin’s Edge away from getting a SVW Championship match!
He hoisted her up onto his shoulders overhead again, but Colleen slid out the back and landed onto her feet. He caught her with a mule kick to the gut as she landed behind him. It doubled over her and onto her knees again as Luther stomped his foot to the mat.
Mark: And again, Colleen counters out but I swear it’s like Luther knows what she’s going to do before she does it! One more Thunderstruck coming up!
Caroline: He’s calling for it after that mule kick... Looks like Luther’s given up on trying to drive her into the mat!
Mark: Luther wants this over...now!
He tapped the foot for a second and darted towards her. Colleen ducked her head as he missed and went past her. She quickly got to her feet and caught him from behind with a lungblower! The big man staggered forward as Colleen left her feet and hooked his head from behind, dropping back to the mat and locking in the body scissors this time!
Mark: She calls this Shut Up And Die….and it couldn’t be more aptly named in this!
Caroline: She calls it that and we rarely actually see her use it! Seems like its an emergency case tonight for the Dutch Devil!
The fans came to their feet yet again, cheering Colleen on as she had the dragon sleeper well applied as the referee got into position, asking Luther if he wanted to quit. The big man reached with both hands, trying to grab anything he could. He could find nothing as the fans were thunderous in their support.
Mark: Luther’s caught...and Colleen’s about to go to the SVW Championship match at Extreme Prejudice! And….you’re kidding!
Luther rolled to his hands and knees and began to stand up with Colleen still in firm grasp. The air let out of the fans as Luther started to ascend to his feet.
Caroline: ...What....In....The....Name...Of....Almighty...
Mark: Luther’s getting back up….and these fans just felt their hearts sink!
As quickly as Luther managed to get up, he dropped back down to the canvas with Colleen still hooked to his back and resetting herself in the dragon sleeper. The fans came back to life again as Colleen’s face was awash with tears as she screamed at him to quit. Powers asked him if he wanted to give up, but the big man offered no response as Colleen screamed at him yet again.
Caroline: ...This is getting more and more emotional by the second, Mark.
Mark: I’ve never seen and heard a crowd go through an emotional rollercoaster quite like this match has provided! Colleen’s screaming at Luther to quit, these fans are standing!
Powers asked him again as Colleen tried to apply even more pressure to the big man. Luther’s arm lunged out to grab at anything it could, and the referee just avoided him grabbing her. His hand dropped back to the mat.
Mark: Love him or hate him, Luther Thunder….is the toughest son of a bitch I think I’ve seen in this environment. What the hell does it take?!
Caroline: I... I have no idea.
Luther started to stir just slightly one more time before he faltered. Colleen let out a scream of pure frustration and rage as Luther’s body stirred barely in the hold.
Mark: I’ve not seen two people fight harder for a shot at the SVW Championship than this! And--
Luther’s hand tapped Colleen’s arm as the referee called for the bell. And the live crowd in Chicago exploded!
Caroline: She... Did it. After one of the most grueling matches in either career of Luther’s or Colleen’s... She did it.
Colleen let go and rolled towards the ropes, sitting up against them as the referee raised her hand in victory.
John: The winner of this match….and the NEW #1 contender to the SVW Championship…..COLLEEN!!!!
The fans were thunderous at this point as Colleen sat in almost disbelief before a faint smile crossed her face.
Mark: Ohh, Washington, D.C.! Colleen’s coming home...and she’s got a SVW Championship match waiting for her at Extreme Prejudice! Colleen’s going for the gold in her own hometown at Extreme Prejudice!
Caroline: There’s only one question that raises now Mark. One question that can only be answered in our main event... Who will Colleen be facing off against!?
Colleen struggled to her feet, soaking in the admiration of the crowd as she collapsed back to a seat against the ropes.
Mark: We’ll find out in a matter of moments. Congratulations to Colleen on easily the biggest win of her SVW career. But what can you say about Luther Thunder?
Caroline: We say all the time things like ‘they have nothing to be ashamed of’ or ‘it isn’t over’ but Luther’s performance goes beyond that tonight. He took more punishment than anyone I’ve seen in quite sometime, and he doled it out all the same. I don’t think he’s out of the running for the SVW Championship after that performance.
Mark: I couldn’t agree more. And I don’t know who Colleen is going to face at Extreme Prejudice. But whether it’s Stacey or Rebecka Hate….I can’t wait to see it!
Caroline: You and me both.
From there, the show cuts to a commercial for the SVW merchandise website.
The Midas Touch
We cut to the backstage area where we find Nick Flaherty standing in front of his office door. The owner of SVW gets quite the pop from the live crowd in the arena, especially since it is SVW’s hometown as he begins to speak.
Nick: I know you guys are looking forward to the main event just as much as I am, and I won’t keep you long. I wanted to take a chance and talk a little bit about our next Pay Per View, Extreme Prejudice! On that night, we’ll be live from the nation’s capital at the Verizon Center for a night full of the most heated matches of the year. This year at Extreme Prejudice, the rulebook is going out the window.
That brings a cheer from the fans as well.
Nick: I just wanted to give you a heads up about what you can expect at Extreme Prejudice. David Williams saw fit to cost Penny an opportunity to become the Defiance Champion earlier tonight. And it’s clear to me he doesn’t think he’s had enough yet. So at Extreme Prejudice, we are going to see the rubber match. The ring couldn’t hold them, the cage couldn’t hold them. So when we get to D.C., it’s going to be David Williams one on one with “Pain Train” Penny Buchanan in a...PARKING LOT BRAWL!
The fans roar in approval of that.
Nick: Also we saw a little earlier that things haven’t exactly been resolved between Chris Strike and the “Pride of Canada” Mileena Savage. They still haven’t returned his Hall of Fame statue, and then they got the match thrown out tonight. Well that won’t be a problem at Extreme Prejudice. Because there won’t be any rules to break that night. It’ll be round two as Strike faces Mileena one more time, but there’ll be no repeat of tonight. Because it’s going to be NO DISQUALIFICATIONS!!
We see a graphic for both of the announced matches so far before we go back to Nick.
Nick: The SVW Tag Team Championship will be on the line as well under tornado tag team rules in D.C. when the Queens of the Modern Age defend the titles against the Unrepentant, Kanna & Gouken Haroshi. The Unrepentant earned the shot a few weeks ago, and they’ll have it at Extreme Prejudice.
The camera shows a shot of the fans for a moment.
Nick: Congratulations to Nathan Thunder on retaining the Chaos Championship tonight. And after watching that match, it’s clear to me who the #1 contender for it should be. So in our nation’s capital, it will be for the SVW Chaos Championship when Nathan Thunder goes one on one with “The Lord of Fear” Phobos! And when those two meet for the title, it’ll be ANYTHING GOES!
Hearing the fans’ reaction brings a smile to the owner’s face.
Nick: And of course, we’ll have the SVW Championship on the line as well. We already know one half of the equation, and we are about to find out the other. But the big match is the one that consistently gets the most discussion each and every year. And at Extreme Prejudice, it’ll be the third annual Midas Touch Battle Royal!
A huge pop for this.
Nick: Where the winner gets a contract to challenge any champion in SVW at the time and place of their choosing. For the last two years, that contract has been cashed in successfully. And whoever wins the Midas Touch at Extreme Prejudice pretty much has a golden ticket to become an overnight superstar in one match. Make sure you keep checking the SVW website as more and more people sign up for the battle royal. And just like last year, you can surely bet on the fact that there are going to be surprises in that match. Anyone could win the match, and give themselves the Midas Touch in one night! Thank you to all the fans who have supported SVW here in Chicago and all around the world. And I hope you will make plans to join us for Extreme Prejudice on Pay Per View on June 8 at the Verizon Center in Washington, D.C.!
We go to a commercial for the Extreme Prejudice event before we cut back to the ring for the main event.
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The show cuts to a highlight package showing the events that have led up to tonight’s main event between Rebecka Hate and “The Dream Killer” Stacey, including their previous matches and the recent announcement that it would now have a guest referee in Wendigo. On that, we cut back to the live show as the fans pop to see the main event is coming up next, thanks to a graphic on the video wall.
Mark: It’s the match that drew them all here tonight! The SVW Championship is on the line coming right up. And better than anyone I’ve ever seen, Stacey has absolutely pissed off Rebecka Hate more than anyone I can remember.
Freya: Stacey always has something up her butt it seems. This title match, as do all title matches of this nature, will change the landscape of SVW. And dammit, that’s the way we like it!
John heads for the ring as we see Wendigo head down the ramp in his referee’s attire, and get into the ring.
John: The following contest is your main event of the evening, and it is for the SVW Championship! The special guest referee assigned for this match…..WENDIGO!!!
Mark: Wendigo may be the only man who can keep order in this thing, as he knows firsthand what Stacey and her manager are capable of doing. Because he’s experienced it personally for the better part of the last few months.
Freya: He certainly has. I see Wendigo holding the law quite well in this contest.
A deep ruby light bathes the arena as the crunching riffs of "Come On" by Waterproof Blonde hits the PA. As the vocals come in, Stacey herself walks out from behind the curtain to boos from the crowd, the Measuring Stick, Tiffany by her side. She raises her arms up, and pyro explosions fire out of the stage. She hugs Tiff, before making her way down the ramp, pointing at herself, and basically saying “Look how amazing I am”. She hops onto the apron, and then climbs over the middle rope into the ring. She walks over to the turnbuckle, climbing onto it and raising her arms up to a masses of boos from the crowd, before pointing at herself once more. A confident smile on her face, she then hops down and does the same at the opposite turnbuckle. Tiffany joins her in the ring, and the two share a kiss before Stacey resides to her corner.
John: Introducing first, the challenger! Accompanied by Tiffany, she hails from Stepney in London, England! This is….’THE DREAM KILLER’ STACEY!!!
Stacey thrusts the SVW Championship into the air with a grin on her face, giving it a kiss as Tiffany nods and applauds her client.
Freya: Oh, Stacey, you aren’t the champion. Just a bitter woman who wants it back. If I was Wendigo, though, I’d be tossing off Tiffany.
Mark: Stacey lost that championship months ago, and she’s been unbearable since. And she wasn’t exactly lovable before that. That title does not belong to her, look at it.
The camera zooms in to see Rebecka’s name still on it.
Mark: It’s still got the rightful owner’s name on it!
Freya: That it does. And that rightful owner will do everything to gain that title back. Although she shouldn’t have to beat Stacey to get back what she owns...
The lights flicker as the first few chords of Heroes End by Judas Priest plays through the speakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction to the music as the first verse starts up.
I heard a human voice who sang like no one else
I heard a proud lady singing loud
Lived her life as she liked, didn't give a damn
But soon she found she was underground and wasted
I watched her hitting notes as she strutted stage
Her body shook oh, she did her stuff
She screamed and quake, give and take, maybe took too much
If you take the smooth you gotta take the rough
As the lights faded down into a purple stream of light at the top of the ramp way, a solitary figure comes out from behind the curtained area and stands while holding the curtain open. The crowd’s reaction becomes even more mixed as they notice that it is Christian Kincaid standing there. As the chorus starts to play, Becka Hate smoothly strolled out from backstage. She grinned as she walked down the ramp dressed in a dark Red Riding Hood outfit. She shrugs past the fans that are trying to touch her with a sneer before stepping up into the ring. She takes the hood off and passes it to Christian before stretching a little bit as she glares at Stacey, her body shaking with anger.
John: And her opponent, she is the reigning and defending SVW Champion! Accompanied by Christian Kincaid, please welcome…...REBECKA HATE!!
Mark: Look at Rebecka, she’s seething! Absolutely seething right here, her body language tells it all right there. Stacey may regret this entire game she’s been playing!
Freya: I wouldn’t want to mess with Rebecka Hate in the manner that Stacey has been doing. That’s just a terrible idea.
Wendigo asks Stacey for the title, but the Dream Killer climbs up onto the turnbuckle and raises it above her head again. Wendigo glances back to Rebecka and shakes his head as he tells Stacey to give him the title. The Dream Killer moves to another corner and raises it high above her head again.
Freya: Bitch move to say the very least.
Stacey hopped down and walked past Rebecka, stopping in front of her and raising the belt over her head with a grin. Christian was on the apron, whispering something to Rebecka as he had a deathgrip on her arm. Stacey kissed her hand and told Rebecka where she could kiss her by slapping herself on the backside. Wendigo reached up behind her and jerked the title out of her hand right after Stacey slapped Rebecka across the face. The Hall of Famer called for the bell and Stacey took off towards the ropes...and under the bottom rope with Hate right behind her in a dead sprint!
Freya: Hey, its a sprint match!
Mark: Stacey slapped the taste out of Hate’s mouth and didn’t expect Wendigo to call for the bell! And Stacey should consider representing Great Britain in the summer games!
The two lapped the ring in a run as Stacey slid back inside. Hate slid right in after her as Stacey began driving clubbing blows across her back one after another rapid-fire. Hate rose to her feet as Stacey teed off with knife edge chops across her chest. Every chop, Hate took a step forward and told her to do it again. Stacey fired three chops unanswered into Rebecka’s chest as the SVW Champion quaked with anger, her entire body shaking as Stacey’s eyes widened to see they were having no effect!
Freya: I’d say Hate is full of what her name implies right now. Stacey is going off and it’s having zero effect. Comeuppance anyone?
Mark: Hate’s telling her to do it again, but I don’t think it’s working!
Rebecka whipped Stacey into the corner by the throat with one hand before she turned around and began unloading with left and right hand body shots one after another, lifting the challenger off her feet with each blow. Stacey’s feet left the ground each time as Rebecka nailed seven shots in a row before she scooped her up into a press slam….and launched her halfway across the ring with a huge slam!
Freya: Jesus Hubert Christ! Rebecka is tossing around Stacey like a goddamn rag doll. Raggedy Stacey, coming to a store near you.
Mark: Rebecka Hate has been wanting to get her hands on Stacey for months, and she has a lot of fire to burn when it comes to her!
Hate pulled her back to her feet, and whipped her across into the ropes once more by her neck. The challenger bounced off the near side as Rebecka left her feet with a Thesz press and unloaded with straight right hands to her head one after another. The fans in Chicago were thunderous as the champion delivered relentless blows. She rolled to her feet and pounded the mat with both fists, waving Stacey to get back up to her feet. She moved back a few steps, and as Stacey rose to her feet slowly, the SVW Champion exploded out of the corner with a spear that folded the challenger in half with devastating impact!
Freya: If Hate keeps on it like this, we’re in for a short championship match tonight.
Mark: There’s no one on the roster who can withstand this for too long, and Hate has been all offense since the bell rang! Stacey really has opened Pandora’s Box!
The champion reached down to grab Stacey when Tiffany pulled the challenger out of the ring by her leg to the floor. Stacey was almost out on her feet as her manager tried to bring her around as Hate stepped over the top rope and dropped down to the floor to go after her.
Mark: Tiffany may have saved her friend right there pulling her out of the ring, because I think Hate was about to put an end to this. But now….she’s coming out after them!
Freya: Tiffany might die in a few moments. Or at least get pounded.
Rebecka rounded the corner and shoved Tiffany to the floor when she scooped up Stacey overhead and hurled her back into the ring between the top and middle ropes. She hopped up onto the apron and half stepped through the ropes as the Measuring Stick invited her to come at her after she got back up to her feet. Hate looked around the arena and then back to Tiffany on the floor as Wendigo told her to keep it in the ring.
Mark: The Measuring Stick is challenging Hate to come at her on the floor, and I think the SVW Champion’s not one to turn down an offer like that! Wendigo’s telling her to get back in!
Rebecka ducked her head to come back out as Stacey kicked the middle rope between her legs as she did. Hate toppled over into the ring as Stacey sat up on her knees, looking as though she were about out of it already.
Freya: Oh jeez. That’s not going to be good for Hate’s legs.
Mark: Tiffany doing her job and keeping Hate distracted so Stacey could get her wits together! But the challenger has been beaten mercilessly up to this point.
Stacey managed to make it to her feet as she delivered a legdrop across the back of the champion’s head before she slowly got back to her feet. The fans in the United Center booed to no end as Stacey pressed a boot to her throat and leaned against the ropes. Wendigo began a five count as Stacey didn’t let go. And at four, he shoved her backwards off the champion. Stacey gave him an incredulous look as Hate started to get back up to her feet. She shoved the referee aside and took off, delivering a low dropkick into the side of Hate’s head that sent her through the ropes again and back to the floor. The challenger spun around and began to get into Wendigo’s face, calling him a few unkind things as the Yukon native glared at her. Meanwhile on the floor, Tiffany had the bell hammer for the ring bell in her hand and began heading around towards the champion.
Freya: This isn’t going to end well.
Mark: Stacey’s telling Wendigo to hit her, this is coming unraveled! Tiffany’s got the ring bell hammer, and you’re right!
Tiffany rounded the corner, raising the hammer over her head as Rebecka was getting back to her feet. But as she went to strike, Christian jerked the hammer away from her out of her grasp. Tiffany spun around as he held the hammer out of her reach. Spencer immediately dropped to the floor holding her head. Wendigo turned around and saw Christian with the bell hammer and Tiffany laid out on the floor. He shook his head at this.
Freya: Well that doesn’t look good for Christian...
Wendigo stepped out of the ring and took the hammer from Christian. He pointed to the back as the camera moved closer as Wendigo told him he was throwing Christian out of the ringside area. Kincaid’s jaw dropped in shock as he told Wendigo what happened as the official continued to tell him to leave the ringside area. Kincaid’s eyes were wide as Wendigo pointed towards the back, forcing the manager to leave.
Mark: Wendigo is throwing Kincaid out of here….he didn’t even do anything! He stopped Rebecka from getting clocked with that hammer!
Freya: I am not surprised by any of this. Whatever plan Stacey and Tiffany have is working.
Rebecka got back to her feet, spinning Wendigo around as Christian was ushered to the back by security. Wendigo explained what happened, but as he did, Stacey came out under the bottom rope with a clothesline to the back. Hate collided with Wendigo as the challenger jerked Rebecka back towards the ring, bouncing her head off the apron. She glanced to see Wendigo holding his head and fired Rebecka hard into the ringside steps. Rebecka’s body crashed against the steel, sinking to a seat on the floor as Stacey took off with a running knee that crushed her head back into the steps!
Mark: Kincaid’s out of here, Wendigo said he wasn’t going to put up with shenanigans. And look at that...Tiffany’s back up after her supposed hammer shot. And Stacey is taking full advantage of this!
Freya: Again are we really shocked about this?
Stacey pulled Hate back to her feet, rolling her back into the ring before sliding in after her. The Dream Killer climbed up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside, measuring and delivering an elbow straight into the champion’s head. She reached across and hooked a leg.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Rebecka’s arm shot up at two as Stacey climbed back to her feet. She pulled the champion up to a sitting position before she took off for the near side, and caught her with a running bulldog that smacked Hate’s head off the mat between her own legs. She crawled over towards her and pressed a pinky finger against her chest, telling Wendigo to count her out. The Hall of Famer’s eyes narrowed as he fell into position.
Freya: Wendigo isn’t enjoy being told what to do.
Mark: What an arrogant cover with her pinky!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!
NOOOOOO-OUCH!
Hate pulled her finger off her chest and bit into that pinky, as Stacey screamed in pain!
Freya: Ha! That’s what you get for such a cover. Those cocky covers usually end without a pin but biting someone is new.
Hate rose back to her feet slowly as Stacey finally managed to get her finger free of the SVW Champion’s mouth. Stacey shook her hand in pain as Hate took off for the near side. She came back and went for a big boot, but Stacey ducked underneath her and rose back up behind her. The champion spun around and caught a stunner out of nowhere! Hate bounced off the mat as Stacey lunged across her for a cover!
Mark: STUNNER!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Hate shoved her off right before the three as Stacey yelled at Wendigo for counting too slowly.
Freya: Of course he counted too slowly for Stacey. Is anyone really surprised at that?
Hate rolled out under the bottom rope onto the edge of the apron as Stacey shoved past the referee. She reached over the top rope and pulled Hate up by the head to her feet. She hooked her head under one arm for a suplex back into the ring. But the champion blocked it. She tried again, but another block. Stacey’s eyes widened.
Mark: Wait a minute, this isn’t gonna work! Hate’s blocking it, and--
Rebecka reversed it and suplexed Stacey from the ring backwards as they both crashed into the floor with a smack! Stacey sat up for half a second in screaming pain as she clutched her back and dropped back down. Rebecka started to sit up herself.
Mark: From the ring to the floor! Stacey’s body exploded out here at ringside on impact!
Freya: Stacey’s back has to be shattered!
The champion held her lower back as she tried to get back to her feet as Stacey writhed at her side. Hate rose back to her feet and climbed up onto the apron. She glanced behind her down to the fallen challenger and headed for the corner. Slowly she rose up the turnbuckles and stood tall on the top rope. The fans came to their feet at this point.
Mark: I don’t know what she’s got in mind, but Hate’s on the top rope! Stacey’s still down here on the floor...and is the first ever British sitting duck!
Freya: In the words of Nathan Thunder…. Quack quack, motherfucker!
Stacey started to slowly get back to her feet as Hate waved her to get up from the top. The Dream Killer had her back to that corner as she turned when Hate went for a suicide dive! Tiffany grabbed Stacey’s arm and jerked her out of the way as Hate’s body crashed into the floor with a sickening smack! Wendigo came towards the ropes and out to the floor, getting into Tiffany’s face about getting involved. Meanwhile, Stacey pulled Rebecka up and shoved her into the ring. She slid in after her to make the cover as Tiffany screamed at the Hall of Famer to count the fall. Wendigo glanced over his shoulder to see the cover, shaking his head and diving back into the ring.
Mark: Hate’s body smacked the floor and Stacey’s about to regain the SVW Championship right now! Son of a---
Freya: She can’t do it like this!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Hate’s arm shot up before the three as Wendigo held up two fingers. Stacey pounded the mat in frustration, demanding a three count without much success. She slowly climbed back to her feet, once more clutching her back in pain before she gave the signal for the Kiss of Death.
Mark: Stacey’s calling for her Death Valley Driver, this is how she beat Rebecka at When Worlds Collide 2!
Freya: If she hits it, we have a new SVW Champion! Ugh!
The challenger pulled the larger champion up to her feet, hoisting her up onto her shoulder. The fans booed to no end. She went to throw her but Hate...landed on her feet, shaking her head.
Mark: Oh...my….God! She landed on her feet!
Freya: You’re right, Mark. She IS a phenom!
She still had Stacey’s hand, jerking her forward with a kick to the gut. She fished her arm through her legs and hoisted her up. The fans roared as Rebecka hit the modified pumphandle slam!
Mark: SACRAMENT OF CHAOS!! HATE HIT THE PUMPHANDLE! GAME OVER!!
Freya: Cout her, Wendigo! YES!
The champion hooked Stacey’s leg for the cover as Wendigo dove into position.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
WWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
Wendigo was jerked out of the ring on the three by Tiffany. The Hall of Famer really let her have it verbally as Tiffany went to clock him. But Wendigo blocked the shot and was about to return fire when Rebecka screamed at him from the ring. Wendigo glanced back to see her as she got back to her feet, storming towards the ropes as Wendigo told Tiffany to leave before Hate pulled him up onto the apron.
Mark: Hate had the win!! Hate had it, and Tiffany stopped the count! And the champion’s not having it!
Freya: Would somebody knock that bish out, please?!
Hate grabbed Wendigo by the shirt with both hands, yelling at him as Tiffany moved around the corner and slid a chair into the ring. Stacey scooped it up finally, trying to pull herself together. She tapped it on the mat as Wendigo came into the ring, thanks to Hate. He saw Stacey coming with the chair and shoved Hate down and caught the chair as she went to swing it! He jerked it away from her as Stacey got in his face again.
Mark: Wendigo’s lost control of this match! He may have saved Rebecka’s reign though!
Freya: He did, because that chair would have ended this!
Tiffany climbed up onto the apron on the other side, yelling at Wendigo herself before Hate spotted her and grabbed her, dragging her into the ring.
Mark: Tiffany’s gone one step too far!! And Rebecka’s going to make her pay!!
The fans roared as she got her hands on the Measuring Stick as Stacey continued yelling at Wendigo. Tiffany reached into her top and squirted pepper spray into Rebecka’s face. Hate clutched her face and staggered backwards before Spencer rolled out under the bottom rope. Stacey shoved Wendigo out of the way. The referee turned around, seeing Rebecka staggering and covering her face before Stacey hoisted her up again...and delivered the..
Mark: KISS OF DEATH!! DAMN IT!!
Freya: God, I hate this woman!
Stacey scrambled across Hate, hooking her leg as Wendigo dropped into position. His face showed an angry look on his face as he looked as though he knew something was wrong. Stacey screamed at him to count!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Stacey: COUNT!!
Wendigo reluctantly struck his hand to the mat for….
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Mark: FOR THE LOVE OF….
Stacey sat up, cackling like a hyena as Wendigo called for the bell.
Fans: BULLSHIT!
Freya: The fans are calling it, and I agree!
Wendigo got to his feet, taking the SVW Championship as Stacey jerked it away from him. She shoved it into his face, laughing at him as she turned to the fans, raising it high again. Tiffany rolled in after her, lifting her hand in the air for the victory.
Mark: What a load of horse shit!
Freya: That’s what the fans are saying, Mark. Stacey has stolen this match!
Hate grabbed the ring apron, wiping her face till she heard the official announcement.
John: The winner of this match….AND NEW SVW CHAMPION….’THE DREAM KILLER’ STACEY!!!
The fans were deafening in their boos as Rebecka looked up to the ring announcer with a furious expression. She looked back to see Stacey lifting the title over her head, giving Wendigo the finger before demanding he raise her hand. The Hall of Famer took her hand reluctantly and raised it in the air with a disgusted look on his face.
Mark: You can tell Wendigo wants to throw up right now, and I don’t blame him!
Freya: I’m feeling like a good puke myself right now.
Hate charged across the ring, clotheslining Tiffany over the top rope. She turned back as she spun Wendigo and Stacey around, grabbing them both in a goozle!
Mark: HATE IS PISSED!!
And before either had a chance to react, she delivered a pair of stereo chokeslams to Stacey and Wendigo!
Freya: Two chokeslams...no waiting! The match might be done….Rebecka’s not!
The fans watched on as Rebecka looked down to the title, shaking her head as she glared down to Stacey. She shouted “No” before she pulled Stacey up and hurled her over the top rope too. She stepped out after her and walked past her, pulling the cover off the announce desk and removing the monitors and tossing them aside.
Mark: What the hell is she doing?!
Rebecka pulled Stacey up and hooked her arm through her legs before she hoisted her up, walking back towards the booth.
Mark: INCOMING!! INCOMING!!
And with one movement, Hate delivered a pumphandle through the table with Stacey’s body!
Mark: SACRAMENT OF CHAOS….THROUGH OUR TABLE!! HATE’S SNAPPED!
Freya: Holy…...Christ on a cracker!
The fans roared their approval of what happened to Stacey as Rebecka’s chest rose and fall as she was furious.
Freya: Rebecka Hate has lost it, Mark!
Mark: Rebecka Hate has lost the SVW Championship….and there’s hell to pay!
Rebecka screamed in a rage as Stacey lay in the rubble of the broken announce table.
Mark: Stacey….WHAT THE HELL HAVE HAVE YOU DONE?!
Hate’s absolutely furious expression was the last thing seen as Fearless faded off the air.
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