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Sex & Violence Wrestling
Presents
A Skeptical Hippo Production
SVW Climax 2014
Live from the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada!
August 10, 2014
The SVW logo is shown freaking out in front of the television screen, bouncing around the room in excitement before it sets off the sprinkler system. From there, we zoom in on the television screen and go live to the arena as the live crowd roars with enthusiasm as Climax is live. Fireworks erupt through the arena as the camera pans the crowd, showing hundreds of signs all throughout the facility before we go to the ring.
Alex: In an act of unbridled unprofessionalism, my broadcast partner has been called to the ring for something. Why they didn’t ask me to do whatever it is is beyond me. But whatever!
We head up to Mark in the ring, who looks around the arena.
Mark: Toronto, Ontario, Canada…..WELCOME TO CLIMAX!
Cheap pop follows that as Mark grins at the response.
Mark: I was asked to come to the ring and introduce the newest member of the SVW roster just signed today here in Rogers Centre. And well, I have no idea who it is, so we’ll all find this one out together.
A bit of a buzz rumbles through the arena as Mark looks around, as many of the fans await as well.
Lollipop, lollipop
Oh lolli, lolli, lolli, lollipop, lollipop
Call my baby lollipop, tell you why
His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie
And when he does his shaky rockin' dance
Man, I haven't got a chance
I call him lollipop, lollipop
Oh lolli, lolli, lolli, lollipop lollipop
Bubbles begin to float from the ramp and all around the sage dropping on the crowd as the video wall gives it away right before the fans erupt when they see her. Lollipop charges out, revving up her chainsaw and screaming and laughing. She runs down the ramp, waving her chainsaw around, before shutting it off and putting it in the corner, before taking a microphone.
Lollipop: OH MY GOD THIS IS EPIC, I JUST HAD A CLIMAX!
Alex: Oh...for the love of GOD….who the hell thought this was a good idea?!
The fans begin quite a chant for the bubbly wrestler as Mark keeps an eye on that chainsaw till she puts it down and turns his attention back to her.
Mark: Lollipop…..welcome to SVW...and welcome to Climax! And it sounds like the fans here in Rogers Centre are VERY excited to see you.
Lollipop: Well yeah! I’m excited to see them too! It’s like... THINGS. All the THINGS are happening, with me and them and the THINGS... so yeah! And Alex Houseypoo, stop glaring at me or I’ll come down there and DECAPITATE YOU BIATCH!!!
Alex’s eyes widen on camera at the desk as Mark apparently approves of this idea before he continues.
Mark: I think the question everyone watching wants to know the answer to….what brings you here to SVW?
Lollipop: Weeeeell... I’ve only competed in wussy girly companies before now, and I’m totes an equal opportunity brutalizer. I wanna boot some twats in the nuts and then put them through a table! Plus, being the sister in law of the owner, I got me some nice monetary monies, along with everything I already steal... um... BORROW... from my manager Nicole Rossi!
Mark: And where or what is your focus? What division is calling your name? I have a feeling I know the answer to this, but go ahead.
Lollipop: What do I like? What do I thrive on? What makes my knickers wet? CHAOOOOOS!!! I’mma come an feck up some bitches! Then I’mma steal Phobie’s mask and absorb his creepy doomlord powers... AND I WILL BE THE GREATEST CREEPY DOOMLORD OF ALL! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!
Lollipop, lollipop
Oh lolli, lolli, lolli, lollipop, lollipop
Her music kicks back in as the camera zooms in on her, as the fans roar in approval before we cut to the opening video highlighting many of the matches taking place tonight at Climax.
John: The opening contest of Climax is a tag team grudge match.
Mark: I’ve actually been looking forward to this match.
Houser: What? No one looks forward to a match with Heidi in it.
As Billy Talent’s Viking Death March starts an energetic Colby Morrison and Nancy Dietz. The dou move to the top of the entrance ramp, followed by Eddie McGuffin. Stopping, Colby grins as he flexes his arms, showing his impressive upperbody and causing Nancy to her eyes. The big man sets off down the entrance ramp, zig zagging from side to side, slapping hands with the fans and posing for some of the more attractive women at ringside. Loosening up, Nancy heads for the ring.
John: Introducing first at a combined weight of 427 pounds , Nancy Dietz and Colby Morrison ….THE DOGS OF WAR!!!
Baby pink light bathes the arena as “Supergirl” by Hannah Montana (Super Pink Edit) hits the PA. Arianna Manning skips out happily in time to the music, before firing a fist up in the air, where pink pyro explodes. She skips down to the ring, where she hops onto the apron and over the bottom rope. She spins around in the ring, showing off some moves for the hostile crowd, before returning to her corner.
John: Thier opponents, first from Charleston, South Carolina. Weighting in 157 pounds, “Pink Perfection” Arianna Manning!!!
“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 tag team partner, Fat Heidi!!!
Referee Roger Weatherby calls for the bell with Colby and Arianna set to start the match. Before either can do anything Heidi tags Arianna on the tag to make herself the legal member of the team. As Heidi enters the ring it’s Colby who is tagged from behind by Nancy. Nancy charges into the ring after Heidi, who tags Arianna back in.
Mark: Neidi wants nothing to do with Nancy Dietz.
Houser: I can’t blame her. Nancy is clearly not the most stable of people.
Arianna steps back in the ring and instantly nailed with a spinning back fist from Nancy Dietz. Arianna stumbles back only to be hit with another spinning back fist. Nancy pulls Arianna out of her corner and whips her into the corner for the Dogs. She slams hard against the turnbuckle and stumbles forward, allowing Nancy to take Arianna to the matt with a hard clothesline.
Mark: Nancy is taking her anger out on Arianna, making her regret tagging Heidi back in.
Houser: Nancey should be grateful that Arianna did, or else it would be Heidi in there. No one really wants to be in the ring with Heidi.
Mark: Tell that to Nancy.
Houser: I will… Next time I speak with her.
Nancy tags her large partner in, who scoops up and slam Arianna, dropping down for a quick cover.
ONE!!
Kickout!
Houser: That was a pathetic pin attempt. Didn’t even hook the leg.
Mark: Made her us the expend the energy to kick out.
Houser: Still should have hooked it.
Both Colby and Arianna are up at the same time, but it's Arianna that goes low with a kick to the knee. Colby stays upright, but takes a step back. Arianna uses the bit of space to leap up and dropkick Colby in the chest. The big man scrambles to his feet, but is once again meet with a drop kick. The process repeats again, but this time Colby swats Ariannas feet away, sending her crashing to the mat.
Mark: Went to the well too often.
Houser: Even Colby would be smart enough to see it after a third time.
Colby backs Arianna up against the ropes and sends her across the ring. She rebounds and Colby drops to flip her for a back body drop, but she catches him this time and DDT’s the big man. Arianna quickly gets to her feet and is tagging in Heidi.
Colby is pulling himself up in the corner, unaware of the tag to Heidi. That is until she splashes him into the corner. Heidi drops a butt splash on Colby followed by quick pin attempt.
ONE!!
TW… Kickout!
Houser: Even Heidi knows to hook the leg.
Mark: Are you still talking about that?
Colby puts himself up, holding his chest. He tries to push her away to make a tag to Nancy, but the big woman is there to scoop Colby up and slam him. Heidi drags Colby over toward her corner and tags Arianna who springboards off the ropes and into a splash on Colby, staying on top to make an attempt at a pin.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Mark: Colby with the kickout.
Houser: Good thing, doesn’t look like Nancy would have been there in time to save it. Though it’s good to see Weatherby make Nancy wait in her corner.
Mark: And why he does Arianna is choking Colby with her boot. Come on, ref! Turn around!
By the time Weatherby turns around Arianna is tagging Fat Heidi back into the match. Seeing Heidi back in the match wakes Colby up a bit and is crawling toward his corner. Heidi grabs his leg and is trying to pull him back to her side of the ring. Colby kicks out with his free leg and nails Heidi in the gut.
Mark: and Colby dives to makes the tag.
Houser: Was it really necessary? No wonder he’s not taken seriously.
Mark: Necessary or not Nancy has what she wants.
Nancy charges as Heidi hitting her with a running knee. Nancy seizes the opportunity and stays on top of Heidi, slamming her fist into the side of Heidi’s head. Hedi finally manages to knock Nancy off her and rolls over to get up. Nancy refuses to let Heidi get away and punts her in the stomach.
Mark: Nancy should try out for the Toronto Argonauts with a kick like that.
Houser: Can’t hurt, as bad that team in.
Nancy pulls Heidi up by her hair, and whips her into the corner with Colby. Nancy tag in Colby who stretches his foot up on the top rope. Nancy slams Heidi's head into Colbys foot. Before Colby steps back in the ring he tags Nancy.
Mark: And.. ok
Houser: Can’t blame him for not wanting to
Nancy shakes her head at her partner, but let him stay on the apron. She turns to find Heidi stumbling up to her feet, holding her head. Nancy kicks Hedi in the gut and the nails a European uppercut. As Heidi staggers backwards Nancy bounces off the ropes and catches Heidi with a running clothesline. Nancy drops down to make a cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
Mark: Heidi kick out at 2.
Houser: Nancy is in firm control right now.
Weatherby runs Arianna back to her side of the ring, as Nancy begins to stomp on the downed Heidi. Nancy pulls Heidi back to her feet. Nancy smirks knocks Heidi down again with a spinning heel kick.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
Arianna with another breakup. Nancy glares at Arianna while she goes back to her corner. Nancy is back up and tags Colby. Colby reluctantly climbs back in the ring while Nancy yells at him to do his job. Colby sighs and turns toward Heidi who has worked her way up. Colby pushes her back in to a neutral corner and begins driving knees into her gut.
Mark: Can’t help, but wonder if she really feels that.
Horton: That’s sizeist I expect better from you Mark.
He whips her across the ring into the opposite corner. She stumbles out of the corner and right into a ring shaking spinebuster by Colby. He comes up holding his back as tags Nancy back into the match. Nancy bounds off the ropes running at Heidi to drop an elbow. Nancy pulls Heidi up again and hooks her for a suplex. Nancy tries once, but goes no where. Nancy tries again, getting the giant of a woman a little more but still not over.
Mark: Nancy is strong, but can she take Hedi over?
Heidi suddenly reverses the suplex and takes Nancy down. Heidi rolls over and crawls over to make a tag to Arianna. The Carolina native rushes in and drops an elbow to the back of Nancy just before she could make a tag to Colby.
Mark: This could be a trouble spot for Nancy Dietz.
Houser: Her own fault for trying to suplex Heidi.
Arianna drags Nancy up and whips her hard into the corner and rolls her up in a pin as Nancy stumbles backwards.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
Kickout!
Arianna jumps up, takes off running across the ring bounce off the ropes and nails Nancy with a diving shoulder block as soon as the dog of war get to her feet. Arianna keeps running and is on the top turnbuckle in no time waiting for Nancy to get back to her feet.
Mark: What is she planning here?
Houser: Not sure, but she is all over the place.
Mark: She’s flying!
Houser: and she’s crashing..
Arianna dove for a diving cross body, but only hit empty air and then the mat. Nancy opts not to tag in her partner. Instead, she runs at Arianna and drives her knees into her Arianna’s upper chest.
Mark: Rain of Fire!
Houser: Those are some vicious strikes she is landing.
Mark: What is Heidi doing?
Heidi is in the ring and shoves Nancy off Arianna, a move that draws Colby in the ring. Heidi charges after Colby and the two began exchanging blows.
Mark:Weatherby is losing control.
Houser: Just another incompetent referee.
Mark: Wait look! Nancy has Arianna in The Stretch!
Houser: And the hack referee isn't paying attention.
Nancy does indeed have Arianna in a Backbreaker rack, but Weatherby is distracted by the brawling bruts. Nancy finally drops Arianna and runs at Heidi nailing a running side kick knocking the woman out of the ring. Colby climbs out after Heidi as Nancy turns to go back after Arianna, but is surprised by a kick to the guy and being planted with a lifting DDT.
Mark: Nighty Night!
Houser: The distraction allowed Arianna to get the upper hand.
Mark: Arianna is making the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Colby dives back in the ring to make the save.
THREE!!
Colby is there just a moment too late.
John: Your winners Arianna Manning and Fat Heidi!!
Colby checks on his partner when he is clubbed from behind by Fat Heidi. She shoves Colby back out of the ring and goes after Nancy.
Mark: What is this? She won!
Heidi has Nancy up and drops her with a fall forward slam. Heidi laughs as she drags nancy over to the corner.
Mark: Heidi is gonna crush Nancy.
As Heidi begins to climb up turnbuckle, Colby rushes back in the ring to save his partner. He roundhouse kicks Heidi in the back, which sends her crashing over the ropes and down to the ringside floor.
Family Planning – Not That Kind Though
The next image is that of the locker room for the McFarlane siblings as the camera goes in to find not only the Queens of the Modern Age preparing, but also none other than Jo too. They are soon joined by Benjamin Brown, since the door is already open.
Ben: Oh good, I caught all three of you at the same time! You three got a minute?
The Queens, who had been discussing something in hushed tones, looked up and nodded while Jo removed her leg from its...rather high position on the wall, where she had been stretching.
Erica: Yeah, sure! Always got a minute for the good guys. Whatcha need?
Ben: First of all, good luck to all of you tonight. Quick question or two. Jo, I’ll start with you. There’s been quite a fuss that has been raised all day before we went on the air regarding your match as Ignis has tried to have the ruling banning Andy from ringside overruled. It has not been, despite her best efforts. What do you make of this?
Jo: The first thing I want to know is why I’m being asked questions the answer to should be obvious. I’m GLAD it hasn’t been overruled. The idea that I would be walking into a handicap match that I didn’t sign up for infuriates the crap out of me, as it has every single person with whom Ignis has had a match with for I don’t even know how long anymore. As far as her opinion of it goes...it’s not like we expected anything different, really. Heaven freaking forbid that a stroppy teenager in disguise doesn’t get her way. It’s pretty obvious being the baby of a family had its perks in days gone by.
Nathan: OI! You calling me spoiled?
Jo: Nope. I’m calling Ignis spoiled. Massive difference my dear.
Nathan: Good.
Ben: As I understand, she is still trying to have it changed here just moments away from the match even starting. But be that as it may, Nathan and Erica...it’s safe to say that your tag titles have never been in more jeopardy than they are tonight. You could lose them without even being pinned for them. How do you both plan to keep control of things when you have three times as many teams as normal to mind during the match?
Erica: By becoming aliens and growing eyes on the backs and sides of our heads. And maybe a couple extra pairs of limbs. Those would be helpful.
Nathan: I don’t like the sound of becoming an alien…
Jo: That’s because you are one!
Nathan: Shut up!
Jo giggles, and places her foot back on the wall as Nathan speaks up again.
Nathan: The reality is, keeping control over a match like this...isn’t going to be easy. Ever. It’s probably nigh on impossible without becoming a Hindu god...the name of that particular God escapes me, I’ll probably get a text off Valerie to tell me. That’s her thing. Anyway. All we can do is all that’s expected of us: our best. I’m not resigning myself to defeat by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m not going to be arrogant and stupid and say we ARE going to walk out with the belts. We’re going to make sure we don’t lose them, but we’d be fools to not acknowledge any risk.
Erica sighs.
Erica: Well if you won’t be man enough to do it, I will. We’re going to do everything we can to make sure we walk out these belts, and that extends past the point of stabbing Kanna in the eye with her own damned bat.
Ben: Last one. I was told on the next edition of Aggression, you three would be put together in a six person tag match. The McFarlane trio, if you will, shall be facing Stephanie Sullivan, Maia Lopez, and Fiona Williams of the Williams Dynasty. Your thoughts?
Jo’s foot hits the ground with a loud thump, and she cries out from the shock of it. In the same moment, Nathan’s phone bleeps and he goes to have a look at it, leaving the oldest of the three to sigh, roll her eyes and give Ben an apologetic look.
Erica: I’m so sorry for my siblings, Ben. They’re idiots. Seems like I’m the only smart one sometimes.
Jo: FUCK YOU!
Erica: Making my point!
Jo: ANYWAY! Can we get a similar ruling on outsiders in this match as we did for my match tonight? Cuz that’d be awesome. And I’ve been wanting to wrong the necks of that lot for quite some time. Pity it’s not Todd though. ‘Cause Todd’s the worst.
Nathan: Who cares if there’s interference or not/? We on our own are better than the three of them put together! And it’ll end up being a handicap match because Maia and Erica are going to be in the same ring again! And we all remember what happened last time right?
Erica: Well the sorry excuse of a woman shouldn’t have tried to get in my husband’s pants!
Ben: That makes all the sense. Either way, thank you all for your time and good luck tonight in your matches.
From there, we cut to the ring for the next match.
Alex: Coming up next we have the heroic CJ Osborne taking on Brad Kane…
Mark: You mean Reckless Jack.
Alex: Whatever.
John: The following contest is scheduled as a falls count anywhere match! Introducing first...
Everyone in the arena begins to buzz with excitement before they become silent, hearing the following words echo through the arena…
"Soon there will be war. Millions will burn. Millions will perish in sickness and misery. Why does one death matter against so many? Because there is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon I shall not compromise in this. But there are so many deserving of retribution ... and there is so little time."
After the words fade away “Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nothin’ To F*** Wit’ (Reckless Jack edit)” by Wu-Tang Clan feat. Tom Morello and Chad Smith begins blaring loudly through the sound system. The fans get on their feet, starting to give a reaction. White flower petals fall down from the ceiling as red strobe lights illuminate them.
"There's no place to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
BAM! Aw, MAN! I slam blam blam blam blam
I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
I'm causin more family feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head
Mister, who is that?
Eh yo, the Jack is back
Makin wrestlers go boom boom boom boom, like on supercat (cat)
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
The Reckless One, head kicker to the rest of ‘em (drum drum drum drum)"
John: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty three pounds, Reckless Jack!
But the white quickly turns to black as the strobe lights turn to white now itself. Red sparks begin to fall all over the stage as the crowd continues to take in the spectacle. As the fans get restless, the sparks stop falling. Then the red blood like liquid begins to fly down from the ceiling once the vocals start as Reckless Jack steps out onto the stage. He stays still for a few moments, letting the crowd's reaction soak in, all the energy feeding into him.
“And if you want beef then bring the ruckus
Reckless Jack ain't nothin' ta fuck wit”
Reckless Jack starts his walk down to the ring as the red liquid and the flash of cameras continue to be the only light. Once he's at ringside, Reckless Jack walks around the ringside area. A few of them are able to slap him on the back. The crowd keeps looking him as he hops up onto the apron before entering into the ring through the middle rope. He goes to the nearest turnbuckle as he just soaks in the reaction. He hops down before doing the same thing on the opposite side of the ring. More reactions follow as Reckless Jack hops down, backing into the corner now, just waiting...
Alex: Parts Unknown? Who is he kidding?
Mark: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Alex: You’re infuriating.
John Youle: ON his way to the ring from Jacksonville, Florida by way of Miami, Florida. Weighting in 255 pounds, CJ Osborne!!!
The lights dim slightly at "Bulletproof" by 12 Stones begins to fill the arena. After a few moments CJ Osborne steps out on to the stage to a less than friendly fan reaction. He smirks as he looks around the arena soaking the boos in for a moment before throwing his arms in the air, which goes along with gold sparkle fireworks shoot up from behind him. CJ walks toward the ring mouthing off to a few fans.. He slides under the bottom rope back in the ring as the music begins to fade out.
Mark: This match is beyond personal for these two, I wouldn’t expect any chain wrestling folks.
Alex: That would be a good strategy, then.
At the sound of the bell, Osborne charges across the ring and leaps at Jack, shooting a few right hands straight to his skull before Jack pushes him off, CJ rolling backwards to his feet and charging again, once again leaping up and connecting with a few more right hands, looking to get an early advantage Jack once again pushes CJ off who again, rolls back to his feet and charges a third time, though this time he runs right into the big boot of Jack! CJ falls flat on his back and rolls under the bottom rope to take a breather already.
Mark: Aggressive start by CJ Osborne, but so far, it's not going the way he wanted it to.
CJ starts walking around the ring shaking his head, trying to get the sting of Jack’s boot out of his face. Jack sees this as an opportunity to keep his offense up, reaching over the rope and grabbing Osborne’s head, pulling him all the way up on the apron! CJ fires off a right hand, but it’s blocked and Jack uses leverage to lift Osborne over the ropes and to the mat, back first. Jack stomps CJ a few times as Osborne tries to get back to his feet. Jack catches CJ with a knee lift as he comes up, doubling Osborne over before catching him with a deep throat uppercut that sends Osborne backwards into the turnbuckle. Jack, moving faster than CJ can, starts hammering rights and lefts into the ribs of Osborne, the referee having no recourse other than to just watch as there is no disqualification. Jack suddenly hits CJ with a reverse elbow to the side of his head, causing Osborne to slump in the corner, dazed. Jack takes a few steps back before charging in, driving his knee into CJ’s head! Osborne falls all the way down to a horizontal base and rolls out of the ring again, holding his head, again.
Mark: CJ isn’t doing as well as he would have thought.
Alex: This is just the beginning, Mark
This time, Jack leaves the ring after CJ, who is lying flat on his back on the outside. Jack starts lifting Osborne up to his feet, but CJ, thinking quickly, grabs Jack’s pants and pulls him forward, falling back in the process and propelling Jack right into the steel ring post! We can hear the sound of the flesh on metal as Jack is slumped against the ring post, his hand covering his mask where the impact was. Osborne staggers to his feet, looking over at his handiwork, but he doesn't have time to gloat as Jack has recovered and starts walking towards CJ. Osborne backs off and hops over the barricade, luring Jack to follow, which he does without compunction.
Mark: Jack isn’t letting up here. He said he wants to hurt CJ and there’s no better place than out amongst our great fans here in Toronto!
Alex: You’re such a suck up, Mark!
With Jack leaping over the barricade, CJ dashes towards him and starts hammering on his torso, but he’s pushed back by Jack. About five rows in, Osborne shoves a man back and grabs his folding chair, folding it up and swinging it at Jack, who manages to turn and take the brunt of the force on his back, knocking him down to a knee. CJ swings the chair down hard and we hear the crack as the steel connects with Jack’ skull! Jack is down on the ground to a chorus of boos as Osborne swings the chair one more time down across the man’s back. He gets down and rolls Jack over for a cover. The referee, who is still ring-side of the barricade, starts slamming his hand against the barricade as he counts.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Alex: First near-fall of the match belongs to CJ Osborne.
Mark: Won’t be the last knowing these two.
CJ doesn't seem annoyed with the kick out and instead starts to lift Jack up to his feet, who isn’t too thrilled with the contact and hammers Osborne right in the face, causing him to back up dazed. Jack starts approaching CJ who backs off even more, turning and heading down behind the rows of fans, heading towards the stage with Jack hustling to catch up to him.
Mark: Is CJ afraid of Jack?
Alex: Afraid? N-no, he’s just getting in some cardio!
With Osborne now getting to the stage, he starts climbing up from the ground, but his right leg is grabbed and pulled down by Jack, who immediately spears Osborne into the steel grating! CJ starts coughing and holding his ribs, but he doesn’t have time to feel the pain as he’s lifted up high in the air by Jack, who has Osborne in a suplex and tosses him forward onto the stage! The crowd cheers as Osborne rolls away, holding his back and head. Jack walks around to the ramp and gets up on it, walking up to meet Osborne who is now starting to get up. CJ, sensing that the pain is coming, decides to take matters into his own hands and rushes Jack, but he’s caught with a reverse kick, snapping back on the ramp. Jack leaps in the air and comes down with a huge leg drop across the neck of Osborne and he hooks his leg for the cover on the ramp.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Jack picks up Osborne off the ramp and connects with a deep knee lift before hooking CJ’s arms behind his body and lifting him straight up into the air, dropping him down with a Full Nelson Slam! The crowd cheers as Osborne’s body bounces off the steel ramp. Rather than go for a cover this time, Jack seems more interested in hurting CJ as he starts kicking his midsection. Osborne starts fighting to his feet, but he’s unable to create any separation from Jack who reaches out with a stiff right hand, backing Osborne down the ramp towards the ring. With CJ’s back to the apron, Jack approaches and gets caught with a quick rake to the eyes. Osborne rushes towards the steel post in an attempt to ram Jack’s head into the steel, but Jack puts the brakes on and it’s CJ who eats the steel! The crowd cheers for Osborne getting the steel, and as the camera comes over to see the result, we see that Osborne is bleeding from his head.
Mark: CJ Osborne got busted open on that one! The blood is really pouring out!
Alex: Have a heart, Mark!
Osborne is holding his face, rolling around on the ground in pain, but still tries to get to his feet, looking to try and mount a comeback, but he’s grabbed by Jack and ran backwards, back first into the ring apron. Jack starts ramming his shoulder into Osborne’s gut knocking the wind out of him. As the crowd counts along, they get to five before CJ gets his knee raised right into Reckless Jack’s head, knocking him down. Wiping the blood from his eyes, CJ picks up Jack and whips him hard into the steel steps! The crowd gasp as Osborne picks Jack up in a military press and drops him face first on the same steel steps. CJ elevates Jack by the mask and starts dragging him up the ramp, talking to him as they walk up, stopping about halfway up to drive his knee deep into the midsection, Jack coughing and gasping for air. Because of the distraction, Jack is unable to prevent himself from being propelled off the ramp and down to the concrete floor!
Mark: What a bad landing for Reckless Jack!!
Alex: I think it’s safe to say that CJ is pissed now, Mark.
Osborne climbs down and walks passed Jack, heading to the side of the stage and going through a curtain, the camera staying on Jack who’s getting up and starts the pursuit. He’s slow moving, at first, but Jack pulls back the curtain to follow but is blindsided with a lead pipe right in the chest, followed by a Russian leg sweep snapping him down on the concrete. CJ goes for a cover here as the referee is fumbling to get into position.
One!
Two!
Mark: No! Jack got his shoulder up!
Alex: If he was smart he would have stayed down, now he’s just going to get beat down more.
Osborne, annoyed, lifts up Jack but is pushed back quickly, Reckless Jack spinning off his back heel and connecting with a stiff Moment of Impact(Roaring Elbow) forcing CJ flat on his back. Rather than go for a cover, Jack turns to the side and grabs one of the moving crates, rolling it over close to CJ. He grabs Osborne’s arm and drags him to the nearby wall, sitting him up. He heads back over to the crate and starts rolling it as fast as he can, pushing it to try and crush CJ, but Osborne manages to roll out of the way and the crate smacks the solid wall. CJ crawls around a corner before Jack can locate him, pursuing once again. Jack finds CJ trying to get inside a room, turning the door handle, but before he can open it Jack runs behind him and leaps in the air with a front dropkick, knocking Osborne into the door, opening it and subsequently onto the floor. We hear a shriek and the camera enters the room to see Hope Dawson standing there, startled.
Mark: Well she needs to get out of there, now!
Alex: Why? She has the best seat in the house, so to speak.
Mark: It’s beyond dangerous with these two around!
Osborne is still crawling away from Jack, who’s just now realized that Hope is in the room, but rather than pay her any mind, he remains focused on his opponent and picks him up, but is staggered back with a stiff headbutt.
CJ: Do it! Do it now!
Mark: Is CJ telling Hope to do something?
Alex: As a gentleman, he’s probably instructing here to get to safety, Mark.
Hope seems reluctant to do anything at this point and Jack springs to life, spearing CJ into a set of lockers! Jack hooks Osborne’s leg, looking for the victory.
One!
Two!
Thre-NO!
CJ just gets his shoulder up off the ground. Jack picks him up and goes for another roaring elbow, but this time CJ ducks it and grabs his arms, holding him in place screaming at Hope again to do something, but what it is we have no idea. We barely have time to figure it out before Jack starts struggling and Osborne whips him sideways into the same set of lockers he had just been introduced to. Osborne walks up and backhands Hope, the Toronto crowd gasping at this and he continues to yell. Hope takes a step back holding her cheek, CJ turns to finish off Jack but he’s brought down with a double leg pick up, then finds Jack mounting him and starts throwing his Reckless Flurry(Ten elbows to the temple) getting to seven before a loud CRACK is heard and Jack falls limp to the ground, the camera panning up to reveal Hope Dawson standing over him with a steel chair in her hand. CJ staggers to his feet, grabbing the chair out of Hope’s hands and pushes her back, setting the chair up on the ground and elevating a weakened Jack to his feet. He picks him up, double checks the chair’s placement and lifts Jack up, driving him straight through the set up chair with his The Stock Market Crash:(Omega Driver)! Jack is flat on his back as CJ goes for the cover.
One!
Two!
Three!
The referee calls for the bell, which is eventually rung as CJ climbs to his feet, wiping the blood out of his eyes.
Alex: What did we just witness?
Mark: Reckless Jack getting screwed is what we just witnessed!
Alex: I mean are Hope and CJ back together? It’s nice to see other couples patch things up in this business.
CJ demands that Hope come over and raise his hand, which she reluctantly does as well as the referee, leaving Jack layed out on the ground and Osborne standing triumphantly over him.
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What Did Buddha Tell You?
We are shown footage from a recent Aggression, where Mileena Savage “defeats” Serafina DeCaro by using her hand to make her tap out, thanks to a dazed referee. And from there, we are shown Serafina asking for a rematch the following week at Uprising. We then cut back to the live show, and find the Canadian Cunt herself alongside her fiance backstage.
Dante: So about three weeks ago in what I consider to be the most embarrassing rout in the history of Serafina’s career, she got humbled and humiliated when she tapped out to my gorgeous fiance. And you would think that would be something that would make you think “I should totally not ever deal with this person again.” But not her, nope, She went home and hit the pipe apparently, and decided that was a mistake. A fluke. And now she wants another match!
Mileena tossed her hair back and rolled her eyes.
Mileena: Honestly, all I heard was “WAAH WAAH WAAAH”. She lost, she tapped we all saw it. But noooooo, she had to go make like a bazillion excuses and all that crap. You’d think a Buddhist would have higher standards. Guess they’re just letting anyone into that group these days. Just like the gym she works at...or whatever it is. She lost, and anyone with any self respect would know they’re beaten. But nope, she just whines until she gets what she wants. So pathetic!
Dante shakes his head in disappointment, even a look of disgust on his face.
Dante: Serafina, why do you want to humiliate yourself again? It was a complete and total demolition, the likes of which hasn’t been in military history. Mileena humbled you. She disassembled you. She dissected you, she DESTROYED you. What more does she possibly have to prove by doing it a second time? Can you really take the humiliation again? You’re trying to build a career here in SVW, and being squashed by Mileena again isn’t going to help that. Did Buddha tell you to do it?
Mileena: Ohmygod...what if she’s one of those nihilist people or whatever. Those weirdos who want to be ended by a stronger warrior! Like a Spartan, or some other mentally deranged person. I bet that’s it. Well Serafina, you want to be ripped to shreds again, I guess I don’t have a choice. But you’ll regret it. This time I’ll make sure you get your wish, I’ll break you all the way. Hear that lovely snapping sound as your limbs and career shatter to a million pieces.
Dante: It’s not going to be a happy day in your zen garden when you have to sit down in the center of it with one leg wrapped around your neck and your right arm coming out of the back of your ass. But if you love pretzels, I guess we can turn you into another one. But this time is it. When you get completely and utterly hosed for the second time, no more rematches. We got bigger fish to fry actually. Because as of right now, myself and Mileena are officially declaring that she wants some gold in SVW! She’s already beaten Colleen a bajillion times, and Colleen is getting title shots for nothing. So where’s our title shot? She could beat any champion on the roster, ANY champion! And on the next Aggression, she will do just that!
Dante grinned as he cuddled his fiance closely.
Dante: Because on Aggression, she gets to face someone who has been holding a certain title way too long. And if Christopher Kane retains tonight, we want a title shot when Mileena faces him at Aggression!
Mileena: You heard it here SVW higher ups! GOLD FOR MILEENA! We’re making that a hashtag! HASHTAG GOLD FOR MILEENA! Pride, Defiance, SVW Championship, name it and it’ll be mine. You know it, I know it. So how about you stop hiding behind what you think is safe and do what’s RIGHT. Pride of SVW, Pride of Canada, soon to be Pride Champion.
Dante raises her hand in victory as though she already won as we head elsewhere.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
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.
John: Introducing first! From Llanfair PG, Wales, weighing 124 lbs... accompanied to the ring by Andrew Marx, she is the self-proclaimed WRESTLING GOD.... IGNIS!!!
Mark: The Firebird has been making a point of intentionally trying to injure her opposition for months, claiming she deserved better competition. She definitely has it tonight.
Alex: Please! Ignis is a thousand times more successful than Jo McFarlane, a million possibly. Jo can’t keep her nose out of other peoples’ business, and this is what happens.
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.
Alex: Isn’t it wonderful to see such a loving young couple in this day and age? It warms the cockles of my heart.
Mark: Yeah, it definitely causes digestive movement on my behalf. Marx needs to be escorted out of here, he’s banned from ringside.
The melodic pacing of “Forever or Never” plays out over the speakers, dousing the arena in bright pink light, which strobe with each synthetic beat. The crowd cheers as Jo McFarlane walks out of the back, her hands placed firmly on her hips.
I don’t believe in miracles, I never did.
Nothering every happens here, so sick of it.
I, I, told you I, I, I need to get, something new.
I long for something mystical, hysterical,
Dark and tantric, sexual…
During the first verse, Jo walks down the ramp to the beat of the music, smiling to the fans and extending her hand to clap those of the fans. She reaches the bottom of the ramp and turns towards the stairs, ascending them and jumping onto the top rope.
John: She hails from Edinburgh, Scotland! Weighing 124 pounds, Jo McFarlane!
I’m not gonna live forever!
(Say) I’m not gonna live forever!
Better make it now or never! (ever, ever)
I;m not gonna live forever!
(Say) I’m not gonna live forever!
Better make it now or never! (Forever or never!)
During the chorus, Jo throws both hands upwards, saluting to the crowd before lowering her hands and jumping off the rope in a perfect forward flip, landing on her feet. From there she walks into a corner and limbers up and the music fades out.
Alex: I hope she remembers she asked for this when Ignis destroys her here momentarily. She needs to keep her nose out of business that isn’t hers, but it’ll be her arm that gets damaged as a result.
Security is on their way to the ring as Andy tries to ignore them.
Mark: Here comes the security, get that idiot out of here! And you can take the one beside me too.
As Jo enters the ring, Ignis is paying her precisely no attention at all as Andy stands on the ring apron and the pair exchange kisses - something they continue to do as Billy Phelps calls for the bell. Losing patience after a couple of seconds of waiting for her opponent, McFarlane charges at her Welsh opponent only for Ignis to sidestep her at the final moment and catch her with a drop toe hold that sends her face first into the middle turnbuckle. Jo immediately gets back to her feet and turns only to get a kick to the gut from Ignis that doubles her up and without a moments hesitation throws her left shoulder first through the turnbuckles into the ring post. Ignis blows a kiss to Marx on the outside getting a loud chorus of boos from the fans. And as she turns back to her opponent, security grabs Andy and starts pulling him out of the arena, to the delight of the crowd.
Mark: I don’t think Ignis realizes Andy is being ejected here, but it doesn’t matter now. She’s got Jo to deal with!
Alex: There’s no reason to have him removed. He’s done nothing but kiss his girlfriend since he’s been out of here. Now I ask you, is that a crime?!
As McFarlane steps backward out of the corner, the firebird spins her around and pushes her back first against the turnbuckles and begins to light up her chest with knife edge chops, before she pulls her forward by her pink and black crop top only to deliver a headbutt. McFarlane staggers back into the corner and Ignis advances yet again, looping her left arm over the top rope, yanking and pulling on it on it hard in an effort to dislocate the shoulder. Phelps starts the count, reaching four and a half before Ignis releases the hold, hands raised in the air. With a devilish smile, Ignis looks to go after the arm once more only for Jo McFarlane to connect with a stiff right hand that causes Ignis to stumble backwards. Immediately the Wrestling God tries to go back on the attack and gets a boot in the face from McFarlane for her troubles.
Mark: Ignis might have had her teeth loosened off that big boot to the face, courtesy of Jo.
Alex: That’s disgusting. Ignis is a beautiful young woman, why would someone try to disfigure her like that?! Jo is just jealous, Mark.
Ignis reels backward, Jo hopping up onto the middle turnbuckle and flies onto her opponents shoulders, sending her crashing down to the mat with a headscissors takedown. The red haired wrestler tries to rise, getting to one knee before she finds herself caught with a running big boot to the face. Rolling over to her stomach, Ignis tries to rise once more only to have her face planted into the canvas courtesy of a running bulldog from Jo McFarlane. Yet again the Scot only lets her Welsh colleague get to her feet before she springboards off the ring ropes and catches her with a hesitation dropkick into the side of her head before falling on top of her and hooking the leg for the cover.
Mark: Gorgeous dropkick from Jo!
One…
Tw-
Alex: Surely she didn’t think a dropkick was going to keep Ignis down. She can’t be that absurd, regardless of who she is related to.
Ignis kicks out of the pinfall and gets brought to her feet by Jo McFarlane who uses all of her strength to fire the woman into the corner. Ignis hits the turnbuckle hard back first and walks out towards the middle of the ring to find a charging Scot, driving a knee into her gut and sending her down to the mat. Sitting up, Ignis finds herself pulled upright and into a side Russian legsweep only for the Welsh wrestler to counter before the move can be executed with an elbow into her gut. Reaching over she rakes her fingers down her face and eyes before spinning behind her, taking her left arm and twisting it up behind her back into a hammerlock. Keeping the hold applied with just one hand, Ignis delivers a closed fist into Jo’s liver area as she tries to fire off back elbows to find an escape. As the official tries to rebuke Ignis for the closed fist, the submission specialist bum rushes her opponent forward and drives her shoulder first into the top turnbuckle, backing her up and snapping off a suplex that drops her shoulder first.
Mark: Ignis is already zeroed in on Jo’s arm and shoulder, and McFarlane would do well to stop this assault before it gets too far along.
Alex: That’s one thing I like about Ignis. She has perfect focus on her opponent and where she is going to attack. Many wrestlers just hit something and hope it works.
As Jo starts to rise, Ignis begins to fire off stiff kicks to the left shoulder before hooking the arm into a modified hammerlock and yet again drives her downwards into the canvas with a reverse DDT. Ignis gets back to her feet quickly and begins to stomp away at the woman’s body, causing her to roll to her front and as she does so the Welsh Wrestling God plants a foot on her left shoulder blade, pulls her arm upwards before curbstomping downwards. With a handful of hair, Ignis pulls McFarlane to her feet, locking in an arm wringer and charging at the corner, climbing the pads quickly and diving to the top rope, snapping the injured left arm over the top rope. Jo bounces backward, collapsing to the mat as she grasps at her arm while on the outside. Ignis catapults herself into the ring with a seated senton bomb that catches McFarlane as she gets to her feet, sending her straight back down. Sitting on her opponents chest, she reaches backwards and hooks the leg.
Alex: Now that should be enough, this is just Jo after all!
One…
Two…
Mark: You don’t know Jo as well as everyone else, and neither does Ignis if she thinks that was going to keep her down for a three.
Jo McFarlane escapes the pinfall attempt only to pulled up to her feet, sent into the ropes and caught on the rebound with a snap powerslam. Instantly Jo sat up, receiving a dropkick for her efforts knocking her back down to the mat. Ignis kips straight back to her feet, moving quickly to the ring ropes and spingboarding off them into an Incendeniary Bomb splash...straight onto McFarlane’s knees.
Ignis holds her gut, kicking her feet in pain, giving Jo time to recuperate. As the Scot gets to her knees her Welsh opponent joins her only to receive a stiff right hand to the jaw before McFarlane takes hold of her hair with both hands and starts to bounce her face into the canvas. Letting go Ignis gets to her feet holding her nose and is quickly joined by Jo who follows up quickly with a spinning back fist that catches Ignis flush and sends her back down to the mat. Not wasting anytime Jo brings her back to her feet and Irish whips her across the ring towards the corner. Ignis hits the pads back first, Jo two steps behind her and leaves her feet driving them into her body with a dropsault. Landing on her feet, Jo sends Ignis in for the ride once more and follows in yet again with a knee to the chest before grabbing hold of her head and sprinting back out to land a bulldog. As Ignis rolls over Jo makes the cover.
Mark: A bulldog, and Ignis just had her running lights dimmed on that one!
One…
Two…
...TH-
Alex: And still not enough either. I think Ignis is just giving Jo a little offense so she doesn’t look terrible before she starts humiliating her.
Ignis rolls the shoulder and McFarlane comes quickly to her feet and moves towards the corner, climbing to the top rope. As the Wrestling God rises Jo flies and catches her in the chest with a missile dropkick that connects with such force it causes her to roll backwards into the corner and up to her feet. Yet again McFarlane is hot on her heels, meeting her in the corner with a shoulder thrust. Backing up, she lowers her shoulder yet again and charges burying her right shoulder into her gut once more and lifting her up off her feet. Without backing up, Jo lifts Ignis off her feet and into a sitting position on the top turnbuckle. The Edinburgh native fires off three right hands into Ignis gut before she climbed to the top rope. Taking hold of the flame red hair, Jo stands on the top rope and drives a knee into her jaw before leaping up onto her shoulders and snaps off a hurricanrana sending her down into the ring. Once more the Scottish wrestler is on her feet in double quick time and leaps into the air, crashing down with a double leg drop across her chest. Jo makes the cover, hooking both legs as she does so while Phelps slides into position to make the count.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Mark: Was that ever close! I thought Jo was about to pull out the victory right there, but Ignis still has something left.
Ignis kicks out, Jo giving the frustrated look to the heavens before she circles around her, waiting for her to start to rise before taking her straight back to the canvas with a snapmare takedown, following it up with a stiff kick to her back that sees Ignis cry out in pain. A second kick to the ribs is close behind, knocking the firebird onto her back. Yanking her back to her feet, Jo leads her by the hair into the corner and bounces her head off of the turnbuckle face first. As Ignis stumbles backwards, McFarlane throws her face first into the top corner pad once more. Ignis stumbles again, turning around this time and taking a swinging back kick into the gut for her troubles. Moving towards the ropes once more, McFarlane springboards off them and into a superman punch cracking Ignis in the cheek. The Welsh woman spins around once more, collapsing to her knees and falling chest first over the middle rope.
Alex: A Superman punch that nearly takes her off her feet, she’s just trying to hurt people, Mark. Jo McFarlane disgusts me!
Jo gets back to her feet as Ignis gets back up, launching herself forward with a headbutt into McFarlane’s midsection. As Jo doubles over Ignis, still on her knees, jabs a thumb into her eyes. Pulling herself up by the ropes, Ignis hooks Jo’s head and pulls her through the ropes, leaving her with just her feet on the middle strand and wide open to a vicious kick to the gut then drops her downwards with a DDT.
Mark: A suspension DDT and that might just do it! Ignis planted Jo!
Alex: Of course, it will. I keep telling you that. Jo McFarlane is a known quitter.
Back in the ring Jo is getting back to her feet, Ignis sliding in and stalking her. The Wrestling God positions herself behind her opponent and pounces on her, driving her face first into the mat with a reverse STO. She keeps hold of her arm, locking in a Fujiwara armbar to her left arm, wrenching at the damaged shoulder. Jo refuses to quit and starts inching her way from the middle of the ring towards the ring ropes. Getting close she throws her foot over the bottom rope but Phelps doesn’t see it. Jo starts to scream in agony, still refusing to tap out. Finally Billy Phelps turns around and catches sight of McFarlane’s foot on the ropes counting Ignis down quickly and getting the break on four and seven eighths.
Mark: Phelps was out of position right there, and if you expected Ignis to tell him, you got the wrong girl.
Alex: It’s not her job to tell the referee how to do his job, Mark. Really!
Jo clutches the injured arm to her body only for Ignis to stomp down on the injured shoulder blade before pulling her away from the ropes towards the middle of the ring. Finally satisfied, the Llanfair PG native runs at the ropes for momentum, bouncing off them and into a rolling thunder. Getting to her feet off the backsplash, Ignis springboards off the middle rope and lands a picture perfect moonsault onto Jo, hooking the leg as she lands.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!NO!!!!!!
Mark: Jo kicks out just at three, and Ignis is picking up the pace. That surprises me, she usually is the one who tries to slow it down.
Jo kicks out on with only the smallest fraction to spare, Phelps immediately calling it a two count and signalling for the crowd to see and confirming it to Ignis. The flame haired woman shakes her head in disbelief, refusing to believe it was a two count, screaming at Phelps. Jo gets back to her knees just as Ignis turns around, gripping her left arm and rolls through into Burning Embers; Jo instantly grabbing hold of the rope and Phelps gets the break on the count of four. Immediately the Wrestling God is on her feet, protesting the official decision with the referee, telling him it’s impossible that Jo refused to submit for that long. As Phelps confirms the break yet again, McFarlane rolls around on the mat clutching her shoulder once more. Ignis finally goes back to her opponent, bending down to pick her up from the mat and Jo strikes, wrapping her legs and arms around her head for the Choke A Bitch triangle choke.
Mark: YES! Jo with the triangle choke, and this one is seconds from being over! Ignis will tap out or pass out!
Alex: It’s a choke, the referee should break the hold! Choking is illegal!
Ignis struggles against the hold, only for Jo to grit her teeth, fight through the pain in her shoulder and increase the pressure in the hold. Ignis flails desperately and gets her leg across the bottom rope. Phelps orders the break and starts the count getting the break on four. As soon as McFarlane lets go, Ignis scrambles out of the ring as Jo gets to her feet and backs up to the middle of the ring and speeds forward into a baseball slide that misses the target. Jo lands on her feet and Ignis catches her in the throat with a throat thrust. Dropping to her knees Ignis sends her Jo to the floor with a fireman’s carry takedown.
Mark: Ignis was trying to break the momentum, but Jo wasn’t having it. Not that it matters now.
Alex: Ignis was already two steps ahead of her, and Jo used her baseball slide to slide right into Ignis’ arms for the fireman’s carry.
Sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring, Ignis starts to complain to Phelps about a blatant choke from her opponent before Ignis kicks her out of the ring, sending the Scot left shoulder first into the steel. Stumbling backwards, holding her shoulder, Ignis sends her rolling back into the ring under the bottom rope. She clutches her shoulder against her, only to have hands ripped away as Ignis pounces on her and locks in the flipping cross armbreaker right in the centre of the ring. Jo tries to fight the hold but it’s expertly applied to the already badly damaged left arm and is left with no option but to tap out. Phelps calls for the bell but Ignis keeps the hold locked in. Phelps tries to get her break it again, as the bell sounds once more. Finally, with the referee holding the threat of disqualification over her head she releases the hold.
Mark: Let it go, damn it! You’ve got the victory!
Alex: How dare the referee threaten a disqualification after the match is over! That’s not fair! Ignis should break his arm too!
John: Here is your winner, by way of submission…”THE WRESTLING GOD” IGNIS!!!
Mark: I can’t wait for someone to put Ignis in her place, and Jo came closer than anyone here tonight!
Ignis comes to her feet and leaps into Andy’s arms, who emerges out of the back now that the match is over, kissing him as the crowd rain boos upon the pair and the show cuts elsewhere.
Madness
We cut backstage, where a very nervous looking Michael Meadows is standing next to a very sinister looking Jessika Hexstar. Jessika is dressed to compete, wearing her blood red robe over her ring gear. She’s also holding a large vial filled with red liquid, which she is playfully swirling around while waiting for the interview to start.
Michael: Uh...Miss Hexstar, you asked for this time. In just a few moments, you will be stepping into second ever Inferno match in SVW history against a man who seemed to take a special interest in you at Extreme Prejudice. Why do you think he focused on you out of all the people in that match?
Jessika cackles evilly, looking at Meadows like a cat would regard a mouse.
Jessika: Oh, my dear Mark… it’s obvious isn’t it? Caleb Strauss is a purveyor of lies and deceit in the name of his oppressive false god. And as I see him for what he is, he sees me for what I am. And he knows that I carry the truth in my breast, and will speak it from my tongue. He knows that I will KILL his false god DEAD, and he will lose all purpose. He’s a scared little boy, Marcus, and he knows that. After all, his church is an expert on scared little boys.
Michael glances to the vial, still clearly put off entirely by the mad woman.
Michael: How did you feel about the fact that he wanted this match to be an inferno match? That he apparently wants to burn a witch….without having a stake involved.
Jessika again laughs.
Jessika: Melvin, do you really think I’m afraid of a little fire? Do you think the flames can hurt me? I am the chief disciple of SAMANTHA STAR. And what do stars do, Mickey? They BURN. Hotter and brighter and more beautiful than anything a mere MORTAL like Caleb Strauss could ever even FATHOM. I have kissed the fire. I have slept in the fire, and let it satiate me. I don’t fear it. I WELCOME IT.
Michael: He’s also mentioned that the fire is to keep your boyfriend from getting involved in the match. He is of the mind you can’t win matches without Chernobyl. How do you respond?
Jessika: I respond by calling him a FOOL. Does he not know what I have done previously? I rendered Candi celibate. I destroyed Misty Whitmore’s career. I broke Kinsey Robinson’s heart and spirit… all without Chernobyl’s help! I won’t need it tonight...no. All I need is myself, my magic, and… this.
Jessika swirls the vial in her hands again, giggling.
Michael: Yeah, what exactly is that?
Jessika: Oh, Malachi. It’s the most wonderful thing. You remember a few weeks ago, when Caleb was generous enough to give me a… donation of his blood? I’ve been working on this ever since then. One drop of this and Caleb Strauss will… oh, but I daren’t ruin the surprise. No…. no.
She pauses for a second, as if dealing with a temptation to do something, before it appears she succumbs. She holds out the vial to Meadows.
Jessika: Wanna sip?
Michael: No thanks, I had a drink before we came on the air.
Jessika suddenly looks cross.
Jessika: Now, now, Marco… it is VERY VERY rude to refuse a generous offer from a witch for her potions. Now drink it. DRINK IT!
Jessika begins to thrust the vial at Michael, who is frantically shaking his head, and trying to push her hands away. Jessika keeps pressing in on him though, trying to force the vial in his mouth… only for it to slip and crash to the floor. There is a long pause, as both Jessika and Michael stare at the shattered vial. Then each other.
Jessika: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! YOU LITTLE WRETCHED IDIOT! I SPENT WEEKS ON THAT!!!!!!!
Before Michael can so much as apologize, Jessika grabs him, and rams him face first into the camera. She pulls back, and again rams him into the camera, then spins and throws him into a wall. Michael begins to slump against the wall, blood dripping out of his fore head. Jessika pauses, and holds the groggy Michael up.
Jessika: Oh, maybe yours will do, Meadows. Maybe…. just a taste…
And Jessika licks Meadow’s forehead, her expression turning sour. With another shriek of rage, she throws Michael into a stack of crates.
Jessika: THATS NOT GOOD BLOOD! THATS NOT GOOD BLOOD AT ALL! WHAT GOOD ARE YOU! YOURE WORTHLESS! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
And shrieking with rage, Jessika storms off, clutching her hair in her hands, panting heavily as if she’s panicking. And we cut elsewhere.
Thank God.
Introducing Eve
The show heads to the backstage area after a commercial for Champions Ball, where we see a close up of a black t-shirt slide down the torso of a young woman’s body before the camera pulls back to reveal a brunette standing next to the CEO of SVW, Kyle Kilmeade.
Kyle: Ladies and gentlemen, after an exhaustive model search, yours truly has chosen what I feel like is one of the best models to help us show you some of the new SVW merchandise coming your way in the weeks and months to come. This young lady right here...is Eve.
Not surprisingly, she is shown wearing a baby doll tee of a Team Kyle t-shirt with the logo across the chest and “We’ve got this!” written along the back. She waves at the camera and smiles.
Eve: Hi… I’m Eve Cross, which he already told you.
He lets her turn to show the shirt from all sides before a graphic pops up on the screen to show the price and the site address where viewers can find and order the shirt.
Kyle: Now I can’t guarantee this shirt is going to look the same on you at home as it does on Eve here. It’s only twenty bucks, and you can be part of the team yourself. Eve, where might have our viewers seen you before? What other brands have you modeled for in the past?
Eve: Mostly smaller local companies in California where I live, but I’ve modeled some for clothings brands like GAP or Ralph Lauren.
Kyle: You are all going to be seeing a lot more of Eve in the future. You can head to the SVW website tonight and go check out a layout we did with her, and of course, order this t-shirt.
As she continued to model the shirt, Kyle noticed more than a few eyes on her from where he stood. And a bit of a smile formed on his face as the camera zoomed back in on the t-shirt and then we cut to a commercial for Champions Ball.
John: The following match is the Inferno match!
Mark: It’s about to get really hot in here.
Houser: I get the feeling that neither Caleb Strauss or Jessika Hexstar will be the same after this one.
Mark: Of course they won’t. One of them is about be set on fire and the other one is going to be the one responsible. No matter how sick and depraved the individuals may be, this kind of match will sit with them.
The boos immediately start as the gritty opening chords to “A Housewife Love Song” begins to play, and the lights in the arena flicker before all turning red. Jessika Hexstar comes out, in her hooded robe, Chernobyl standing beside her, and the two share a deep passionate kiss on the stage, ignoring the hatred of the fans.
John: On her way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California and weighing one hundred sixty-five pounds, she is Samantha Star’s personal champion in SVW… “The Blood Witch” JESSIKA HEXSTAR!!!!!
Slowly, the two walk towards the ring, looking straight ahead, Jessika’s face obscured by her robe. Chernobyl climbs the ring steps first, Jessika following, and the big man lifts her over the top ropes into the ring. She stands in the middle of the ring, looking down, as the lights flicker again, blinking out for several seconds, the music abruptly cutting out.
*BOOM!*
Flames erupt on all four turnbuckles, and the arena returns to its normal illumination, with Jessika and Yuri together in the ring in a suggestive position, her hood back, her long blood-colored hair flowing free behind her. She’s laughing as she removes her robe, handing it to Yuri, who leaves the ring.
“In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti”
The lights go dark in the arena except a single spotlight in the ramp as the opening lines of “Vater Unser” by E Nomine sound from the PA system. The song kicks in and Strauss walks into the spotlight, gazing around the arena with a disapproving look on his face. He kneels on the rampway with his head bowed and makes the sign of the cross
John: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring. Hailing from the Holy City of the Vatican, he weighs as 264 pound… The “Fist of Justice”... CAAAALEB…. STRAAAAAUUUS!
Strauss stands up and heads to the ring with an almost procession-like pace, climbing the steps and stepping into the squared circle with his head still bowed. He stands in the middle of the ring before removing the hood from his face and, along with the rest of his simple robe before walking to his corner and kneeling to one last prayer.
Houser: Not going to pray your way out of this one.
Mark: Pretty sure he’s had plenty of chances to get out of this match if thats what he wanted.
Hexstar and Strauss stand in opposite corners, with the large Chernobyl standing ring side behind Jessika Hexstar. the crowd sits quietly until the ring metal frame around the ring starts to come to life as flames begin to slowly flicker, starting at a corner turnbuckle and shooting down each side of the frame until the ring is surrounded by a small flame.
Mark: Can already feel the heat from those flames.
Houser: That is usually how fire works.
Mark: As hot as it feels at ring side, it has to be so much more so inside the ring. Those flames will be nearing 200 degrees.
Houser: On the bright side, Jessika Hexstar might be able to sweat off those few extra pounds so she can fit into that new bathing suit.
The referee sitting at ring and calls for the bell. The two stand on opposite sides of the ring for several moments, both trying to size the other up. The fire rising the heat inside the ring.
Mark: The referee for this match is Philip Rivers
Houser: Why do we need a referee?
Mark: To declare a winner.
Houser: The winner will be pretty clear. Won’t need a referee to screw it up and say Hexstar won when she was clearly the one of fire.
The two finally step toward each other for a tie up in the middle if the ring, but it’s Jessika who strikes with a kick to the gut, followed by several hard right hands that land to the side of Strauss’s head.
Mark: Jessika Hexstar lured him into a traditional tie up and made him pay for it.
Houser: Thats his fault. Why would you ever trust Hexstar in a regular match, much less one like this.
Mark: Surprised she didn’t try some spell to make the fire jump out at Caleb Strauss.
Houser: Don’t be ridiculous Mark. I know thats hard for you, but at least try.
Jessika shoves the big man back into the corner and throw more hard body shots. Jessika steps back and drives the back of her elbow into the side of Strauss’s head.
Mark: It may not be pretty, but Hexstar does know how to throw some mean strikes.
Houser: There is nothing pretty about that woman.
Mark: Hexstar has Strauss arm bend over the top rope reaching for the fire. She might have it here!
Caleb Strauss shoves Jessika away and hits his own vicious right hand. Strauss grabs Jessika and tosses her over into the corner of the ring. She bounces and stumbles out of the corner and into an uppercut, which knocks her right back into the corner. Strauss takes a step back and then charges to crush Jessika in the corner, but she drops and rolls out of the way.
Mark: Hexstar is really taking control here in the early going. As soon as Strauss looks to have the momentum, she changes the tid right back in her favor.
Houser: That’s because she is smarter than him. I doubt it’s by much, but smarter nonetheless. .
Mark: Not sure I agree with that, but if you say so.
Houser: Don’t question me. I am always right.
Jessika whips the bigger man into the far corner, slamming hard. The flames shoot up higher as Strauss’s back slams into the turnbuckle. She takes off running and leaps in the air and splashes Strauss. He stumbles out of the corner, but stays on his feet. Jessika climbs up to the top turnbuckle and jumps off just before the flames a shoot up again nailing Strauss across the back with a double axe handle.
Mark: Hexstar nearly set herself on fire!
Houser: That is why you could avoid though kind of moves during this kind of match.
Mark: Certainly does have a level of risk, especially with the way the fire will just shoot up at times.
Strauss rolls to his feet almost as soon as he falls, Jessika is right there again to unload the hard right hands. She backs up and then charges in at him, but Strauss catch her and fling “The Blood Witch” up in a back body drop.
Mark: Nice reversal by Caleb Strauss! His chance to seize control of this match.
Houser:There are more than sixty thousand people scream in this arena. Do you need to as well?
Jessika is back to her feet with the help of “The Fist of Justice”. He rocks her with a uppercut. Strauss pulls a groggy Hexstars hand toward the flame, causing the fans to erupt. Thier cheers are short lived as she wiggles free and shaves him Strauss toward the ropes, where Chernobyl was waiting to reach his hand through the ropes to grab Strauss.
Mark: Woah, where did he come from?
Houser: He’s been out here the entire time. Not sure what his plan was there.
Mark: I know he’s been here, but he just kinda popped up there. Thankfully the flames picked the right moment to rise and keep the big man away.
With Chernobyl still safely outside the ring where he belongs, Strauss nearly decapitates Jessika with a vicious clothesline. She rolls towards the ring ropes, with a desire to roll out of the ring and regroup. The flames shoot up just as she get to the ropes to remind Jessika about the dangers of during so.
Houser: Twice now this woman has almost set her own self on fire. She does know the rules of the match, correct?
Mark: I would assume she does, but might not matter. Strauss is right there on the offensive and trying to end this match.
House: He is pushing her face first.. That has to be some kind of hatred to try and burn someone's face like that.
Strauss tries to push her faces between the secondes ropes into the fire, not getting what he wants Strauss drives his knee into her head. Strauss again is back shoving Jessika’s face into the fire. Getting close enough that a few hairs singe.
Mark: She might be out of it after that knee to her face.
House: Say goodbye to Jessika Hexstar.
Mark: You would think, but Hexstar is resilient. She pushes Strauss off.
Houser: And is then caught with a punch to the throat as soon as she turns around.
With a hand full of hair Strauss just throws Jessika to the mat, her head hitting hard. Jessika uses the ropes to pull herself up, as Strauss is again trying to shove Jessikas face into the hot fire. Before Chernobyl can attempt to get involved again, she reaches up and gets her thumb inso Caleb’s eye.
Houser: The good ole eye poke. Always an effective strategy.
Mark: And perfectly legal in a match like this
Houser:Its legal in every match as long as you don't let the nosey referee see it.
Strauss stumbles back giving Hexstar the opportunity charge at him, to which Strauss responded with power slam which shakes the ring, causing the flames to shoot up higher than the top rope and then back down again. Strauss uses Jessika's hair drag her up to her feet, but she catches him with a low blow and then a ddt.
Mark: And now the low blow.
Houser: Perfectly legal move in this match.
Mark:Is this legal? Chernobyl just threw a steel chair into the ring.
Houser: A little underhanded, but still legal.
Strauss pushes himself up to his feet as Jessika is right there with the chair and she cracks it over his head.
Mark: Strauss could be out cold after that shot.
Houser: I doubt he's very cold.
Mark:......
Jessika uses the chair again to slam over his back again before she tosses it over the tope rope and to the floor at ring side. “The Blood Witch” roll “The Fist of Justice” toward the fire. She tries to roll him right into the fire and nearly gets her wish, but Strauss fights back and catches her in the face with a back elbow.
Mark: We have blood!
Houser: Stop yelling.
Mark: That back elbow looks like it may have broken Hexstar’s nose.
Houser: That might be an improvement.
Jessika stumbles around, holding her nose and and right into Strauss and a spinning crucifix backbreaker.
Mark: He calls that Divine Storm. This match could be over.
Houser: If this were a normal match, maybe. He still has to get her over to the fire.
Mark: He might just have that. Strauss with Hexstar on his shoulder and drops her right next to the ring side fire.
As Strauss begins to roll Jessika into the fire Chernobyl digs under the ring and comes back with a kendo stick. Chernobyl swings wildly at Strauss, but the fire rises to cut off access and sets the stick ablaze. Chernobyl stands ring side holding the flaming kendo stick, and is suddenly blasted by a fire extinguisher.
Mark: See, having Phillip River at ring side is a good thing.
Houser: He blasted that man for no reason. Could have easily put out the fire without covering the guy.
Mark: Better safe than sorry.
Chernobyl glares at Rivers as Strauss moves back after Jessika, but she is there with a kick to the knee. With Strauss on his knees, Jessika drives her head into his.
Mark: A head butt with a broken nose?
Houser: I take back my statement that she is smarter.
Jessika jumps up in the air and double stomps on Strauss’s chest. She runs across the ring bouncing off the ropes and jumps up for a double stomp a second time. Jessika rolls Strauss, who is now gasping for breath, toward the fire.
Mark: This could be it.
Houser: Hard to fight someone off when you are trying to catch your breath.
Mark: He’s doing it, somehow. Jessika has Strauss’s arm just inched from the fire. She pushes his harm closer as he tries to pull away. The fire does what it’s done the entire match and suddenly flashes upwards.
Mark: Thats is!!
Houser: No, he pulled away just in time.
Mark: That had to be just in time. His arm hair is still smoking.
Houser: That counts, doesn’t it?
Mark: Rivers doesn’t seem to think so, he’s not calling for the bell.
Houser: Rivers is a hack. My grandmother could do a better job refereeing this match.
Caleb Strauss rolls away and checks over his arm. He breathes a sigh of relief releasing he was not. Jessika angrily stomps over shouting randomly. She tries the double stomp again, but Strauss saw it coming and rolls out of the way and to his feet. Jessika turns around to find her opponent. He finds him and his elbow to the face.
Mark: Light’s Hammer!
Chernobyl runs around the ring to try and move his girlfriend's feet away from the fire, but again the fire shoots up. Makinging it impossible for him to reach in to help her.
Mark: Her boot!
Houser: What?
Mark: It’s on fire.
Indeed the book of Jessika Hexstar is on fire. Rivers calls for the bell as the fire ring dies down and worker are there to spray Jessika’s boot with fire extinguishers.
John: The winner, The “Fist of Justice” Caleb Strauss!
Strauss slumps in the corner as Chernobyl pulls his girlfriend from the ring and checks her over to make sure there is no serious injury or burn.
Mark: Well, at least someone is concerned about her.
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Showcasing Talent
The camera finds itself backstage in the Roger’s centre, focusing on the very official looking door marked “Nick Flaherty”, where voices can be heard coming from behind it, but nothing is clear enough to be made out. Without warning, the door opens and out steps both Harmony and Mia Heafy, both women smiling from ear to ear as Mia closes the office door behind her.
Harmony: Fabulous. I’m so glad Nick was on the same page with us.
Mia Heafy nods her head in fast agreement.
Mia: Agreed. I really liked that entire idea he had. Get us out there to the people who might not be too familiar with who we are outside of the circles we’ve kept prior to SVW.
Harmony clapped her hands together gleefully.
Harmony: I can see this all being rather fun.
Mia: A series of matches like that will be. Like I said it’s a great showcase for the two of us for the entire company, fans, and other wrestlers. I’m sure you want to be more than just Nessa and Mika’s friend. I want to be more than just a tag team specialist.
Heafy leans against the wall and stretches.
Mia: It benefits the two of us.
Harmony: I’m all for that. I don’t know; I just feel that the last match fell flat. I’m not saying that everything we do will be a 5 star classic for the ages, but we’re both capable of more than that.
Mia: That we are. I’ve seen some of your old work, Harmony. You’re fantastic! Not to mention you’re a little cute too.
Mia shrugs.
Mia: But that really doesn’t have too much bearing on what we do in the ring either. We’ve both had our past accomplishments, right? Let’s show ‘em why we had those. While looking awesome while doing it too.
Harmony laughs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Harmony: Hey you’re not too shabby in the ring yourself. I can’t tell you how nice it is to be enjoying wrestling again, you know? It got ugly when I left FTW and PCW didn’t last all that long, so I’m looking forward to being able to work with someone who isn’t trying to throw me under the bus or tarnish my rep to “take my spot”.
Harmony pauses for a second, chewing on her lip.
Harmony: They were not enjoyable times.
Mia: Doesn’t sound like it…
Heafy frowns upon hearing Harmony’s tough times in her career.
Mia: I haven’t been wrestling much in the past couple of years, and when I have I’m always more known of a tag team person. I want to break out on my own, you know? We both have our reasons, Harmony. Looking very forward to this.
Mia walks forward to Harmony, getting close to her face and smiling again.
Mia: So when I say good luck, I actually mean good luck!
Harmony grins cheekily.
Harmony: Good because you know I’d hate to have to crush your ego…
She winks.
Mia: I’d have to have an ego first…
Mia giggles in response before kissing Harmony on the cheek.
Mia: Good luck! I have to go find my lady. No idea where she wandered off to. So, when we start this, just know you’ll be getting the best Mia Heafy possible. See you around, Harmony.
Harmony: See you later, Mia.
Harmony takes a second to watch as Mia makes her exit before smiling to herself then walking away.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit!
The opening of "All I Want" by A Day to Remember begins as the crowd gets on their feet and the lights dim down. When the vocals begin strobe lights begin to flash off and on making for an awesome effect. Pyro explodes from the stage as sparks begins to rain down from the top of the tron screen as out steps Freya Kane on a single knee. Freya looks out at the crowd before popping up to her feet letting out a loud primal war scream.
John: And introducing from Miami, Florida, weighing in tonight at 117 lbs… Freya Kane!!!
Freya begins her trek to the ring. Freya takes a walk around ringside before sliding into the ring. Once in she heads to the closest turnbuckle and goes to the top rope before throwing her arms out into the air as the lights come back to normal. She hops down and backs into said corner ready for her match to get underway.
Mark: I’ll tell you one thing, I have waited for this! Freya surprised the world at Extreme Prejudice when she came out of this booth...and retirement...to go after Matt Stone.
Houser: I think Freya should be thrilled someone finds her alluring enough to pursue. The fact that it is Mr. Stone should be even more of a compliment.
"Sound of Madness" by Shinedown hits the speakers and the crowd immediately starts booing.
Another loose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.
Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, showing off his vintage “Shut me up” T-shirt. Stone stops about halfway down the ramp and holds up his arms, only to receive more heat from the capacity crowd, causing him to shake his head and mutter something under his breath.
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
John Youle: “Introducing, from Ottawa, Ontario Canada...weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, he is the ‘Abominable Showman’....Maaaaaatt Stooooone!”
Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner. He mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands, shouting out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. “You don't deserve to see me!” He shouts out, getting down and taking off his shirt. Matt get's ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away.
Mark: If they were to execute Matt Stone for being a stand up guy, they’d hang an innocent man.
Houser: More of your biased commentary again. Matt used traditional courtship rituals to get the eye of a woman who was far beneath him. She should have been flattered.
The ref calls for the bell and Freya just charges at Matt, leaping on him with a Thesz press and delivering wild lefts and rights into him. The crowd cheers wildly as Kane unloads, but eventually she has to relent at the ref’s behest. As soon as she is off of him, Matt rolls away and heads outside the ring, shaking off the cobwebs and avoiding the ire of his enemy. Freya watches him though and runs at the ropes before leaping over them and delivering a somersault plancha that lands right on Stone’s very punchable face.
Mark: Listen to the crowd respond for virtually everything Freya does to this jerk! She didn’t get enough of him at Extreme Prejudice, she wants to finish him tonight!
Houser: It’s so sad to see such kind and endearing qualities that he has displayed to woo her treated so shabbily. Nice guys really do finish last, Mark.
The fans go nuts as Freya takes out her creepy stalker and gets back up to rile up the fans. Freya watches Matt get up on the outside and kicks him against the side of the ring. One kick, two kicks, three kicks. Freya backs up and winds up for a fourth kick to the chest...but Stone catches this one! Hugging Freya’s leg to his chest before tugging her and whipping her around and tossing her back first into the nearby ring post. Matt follows up with a fist to her face and then grabs her hair, taking Freya’s head and smashing it into the steel. He throws Kane under the ropes and slides in after her with a wicked grin on his face.
Houser: The good thing about that offense is that he won’t hurt her appearance any. She already has a face that would stop a clock. It’ll just be flatter now.
Mark: Good Lord, if your head goes any farther up your ass, they are going to have to make switchback trails to get it out.
Matt walks up and stomps on Freya’s ankle when he gets in the ring. He stomps again and again and again. He then drags her by the leg to the middle of the ring and locks her in a figure four leg lock. Freya screams in pain, but Matt just yells at her to give up or he’ll break her leg. Freya looks to grab the ropes but can’t make it, instead pushing up and starting to turn Matt over in order to reverse the pressure of the figure four. When she’s about halfway there, Stone breaks the hold rather than let her turn it over, prompting boos from the crowd. Matt gets up quickly. Freya is slower as she is favoring the leg. Stone runs into the ropes and delivers a low dropkick to Freya’s leg, knocking it out from under her.
Houser: Very sound offense from Stone. If she can’t stand up, she isn’t going to fight too much.
Mark: I don’t believe this had anything to do with wanting Freya. I think he just likes pissing people off, and he picked someone who decided to fight back.
Freya tries to get up but Stone is faster again and kicks at the back of Kane’s ankle a few times, bringing her back down to her knees again. He then grabs her by the head and drops her to mat with a DDT. Stone rolls over Freya’s back after hitting the DDT and ends up on his knees behind her, grabbing her ankle and lifting it up into an ankle lock! He wrenches on the once-injured leg of Freya and Kane looks like she is tremendous pain, crying out and even raising her hand over the mat as if about to tap at one point.
Mark: Please don’t quit, we’d never hear the end of it. Neither would she.
Houser: There’s no shame in being a quitter, her family has made a career out of doing it. A very lucrative one at that.
Freya refuses to give up however and reaches out, pulling Matt forward and just about to grab onto the ropes...but Stone pulls Freya back by the leg to the middle of the ring to keep the hold locked on. Freya shouts in pain, but STILL doesn’t tap. Instead, she pushes herself up off the mat and rolls forward, countering the hold and pulling Matt Stone forward into the ropes by his leg. Matt falls forward and gets hung up on the middle rope. Freya gets to her feet, favoring her leg. The Canadian gets up off the ropes and turns around into a 360 elbow from Freya! That knocks Matt a little silly and he stumbles back. Freya catches him by the arm and whips him back towards her, catching him with a knee to the gut. She then turns around and delivers a reverse STO, driving Matt’s face into the mat hard! She rolls him over and hooks the leg.
1
2
NO!!!
Mark: Close but no cigar, Stone kicked out!
Houser: Of course, he did. He is the superior athlete, Mark. It’s going to take much more than this to stop him.
Matt kicks out and rolls away. He gets up as Freya does and charges at her, but she stops him with a reverse spin kick to the gut with her good leg. He bends over and Freya jumps up before driving Stone’s head into the mat again with a big fameasser! Freya holds her leg on the mat, unable to capitalize on the move. Matt just holds his head as the fans try to will Freya back to her feet with their cheers. She grabs onto the ropes and pulls herself up. Matt pushes himself up to all fours, looking down at the mat. Freya sees her chance and bounces off the ropes, going for a curb stomp to the back of Stone’s head...but the Showman ducks out of the way and Freya’s foot just slams into the mat. Stone follows up by getting up behind Freya and nailing her with a chop block to the back of her legs.
Mark: That’s a fifteen yard penalty in the NFL, but it’s entirely effective here tonight.
Houser: Perhaps you haven’t noticed with those coke bottle glasses, but this isn’t the NFL.
Matt grabs Freya’s leg on the way to his feet and throws it into the mat as he gets there. He then lifts her leg and drives it into the mat again before stomping on the bad ankle a couple times. Matt gloats to the Climax audience, who (except for a few Canadian loyalists) boo him appropriately. He laughs and the reaches down to grab Freya’s leg, locking her in another ankle lock. Freya shouts in pain again. She tries to somersault forward but can’t push up far enough. She starts to try and drag Stone to the ropes again...but Matt drops down and grapevines the leg, holding her back!
Houser: Look at that great ring awareness by the Abominable Showman.
Mark: I can’t take it away from him. I’ve never said he wasn’t a hell of an athlete, I just don’t think he has any class.
Freya screams and for a moment it seems like she might just tap out, but she resists and claws at the mat, dragging herself and her enemy towards the ropes where she reaches out and JUST barely grips the bottom rope. Stone waits until the four count to break the hold. He stands up, looking furious. He stalks over to where Freya is lying on the mat to grab her...but Freya kicks up with her good leg and nails Matt in the face. Stone falls forward and stumbles through the ropes, falling to the ringside floor to a big pop from the crowd. Freya takes the time to pull herself back to her feet as the fans cheer.
Houser: She should have gone for a cover there, not that she would have won. But that’s beside the point.
Mark: Do you ever actually listen to yourself? The rest of us have to, why should we suffer?
Kane looks to the outside where Matt is standing up and she climbs the turnbuckle nearby. The fans cheer as as she ascends to the top. Stone has finally gotten to his feet on the floor and Freya launches herself off the rop rope, coming down on Stone and driving a knee into his head!!! The fans go bezerk as Matt falls back into the guardrail and Freya gets back up to her feet. She favors the leg still but manages to whip the groggy Stone into the ring. She slides in after him and stands up. Waiting as he pushes himself up to all fours again. Freya sees her chance and bounces into the ropes, going for the curb stomp one more time...but Stone gets up and spears the hell out of Freya!
Mark: Good Lord….Freya was nearly folded in half! Like a sheet of paper.
Houser: That was outstanding! Can we see a replay? Why the hell not?
Matt gets up and pulls Freya to her feet. He jumps up and tries to deliver the C-C-C-Combo Breaker!...but Freya blocks it! He falls on his back and Freya backs up to the ropes. Matt turns over on all fours again and Freya bounces off the ropes before driving his head into the mat with a curb stomp!
Mark: KITCHEN KNIFE!!! SHE FINALLY NAILED IT!
Freya doesn’t go for the pin however, instead pumping up the fans and dragging Matt back up to his feet. She locks Stone in a pumphandle position before lifting him up and delivering…
Mark: CAMERON’S LOVE!
Houser: What a sickening name for a move, by the way!
After delivering her second finisher to Matt, Freya finally covers him, hooking both legs for the pinfall.
1
2
THREE!!!
John: The winner of the match……..FREYA KANE!!
Mark: She went through hell to do it, but Freya Kane put Matt Stone down here tonight! And I couldn’t be happier for her.
Houser: How lovely for you. Maybe she’ll name a move after you. Maybe Mark’s Sycophancy.
Matt stays pretty motionless on the mat after taking two finishers. Freya stands up and hops to the corner where she climbs to the second rope and lifts her arms in the air. “All I Want” plays through the arena as the fan’s cheer her big victory.
Mark: Everyone here in Toronto giving Freya all the props for pulling it out here tonight at Climax.
Houser: Not everyone, Mark.
Squashing Serafina?
The show cuts backstage, where we find Carson Black as he stands alongside none other than Serafina DeCaro. The pair watch a brief recap of comments made earlier tonight by Mileena Savage and Dante Knox, as Carson shakes his head with a deep breath before they turn to the face the camera.
Serafina: Well….
The Buddhist takes a deep breath before she continues.
Serafina: ...That was certainly an interesting interpretation of how that particular match went. In fact I’m not even sure they actually watched the same match everyone else did. Though I’m not exactly surprised, Mileena has always viewed things slightly differently to everyone else in the entire world and this is no different to that. I had her on the back foot and the first opportunity she got to take a shortcut and steal the win, that’s exactly what she did.
Carson: I find it ironic that she accuses anyone else of smoking something after this match. For those who are just now tuning into SVW and following along, I encourage you to look up the highlights for this match on the SVW website. You have my word that the match she described and the one which took place have very little in common. Serafina said she wasn’t sure they watched the same match….I’m not sure they competed in the same match. That…..was patently ridiculous. But the silver lining is the fact that she accepted the challenge. By the way, a simple yes would have sufficed.
Serafina: You’d be excused for thinking that Mary Jane was her best friend. But as you said, she accepted the challenge to a rematch, giving the silver lining to those one sided comments of hers. I can promise you that she won’t be breaking me, or shattering me, or derailing my career any time soon. When I get to meet her in the ring, Mileena’s going to be in for a fight; a real test of her talents and abilities as a submission wrestler because she’ll facing a well rounded specialist in these matters. A woman able to target more than one body part, who has spent a lifetime learning, practicing and honing these skills day after day after day. She’ll find herself tied up in knots and this girl she supposedly humiliated will have her hand raised in victory over her.
Carson: Mileena and her fiance have clearly missed their calling in life when they should have been propaganda reporters. I was having flashbacks to Baghdad Bob, reporting how the Iraqi military was demolishing US forces during the occupation. It was that level of absurdity. Miss Savage, rest assured that when you meet my client again, you will need a double sampling of whatever you are taking now to be able to stomach the memory without remembering the pain. So now I beseech SVW management to make this match at the earliest possible date. I don’t appreciate having one of my clients disparaged by someone who is clearly under hallucinations.
The agent shakes his head.
Carson: And I promise Mr. Knox and his girlfriend that the outcome of the last match will be a far cry from what happens in the rematch. Make the match happen.
Serafina nods her head in agreement.
Serafina: Agreed. That was an almost painful amount of spin they’ve put on recent events. Make the match happen. No compromised referees making an understandable error in judgement given events in the match. Just Mileena Savage going one on one with me, one of the best submission wrestlers in the world and prove that while she’s good, she’s not quite good enough.
And from there, we cut to a video package highlighting the history behind the SVW Pride Championship triple threat coming up next.
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John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SVW Pride championship! Introducing first…
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: Making her way to the ring now, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and accompanied by her manager and love of her life, Alex Houser... she is the woman you LOVE to hate... 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.
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.
Mark: I expect to be joined by my regular broadcast partner in just a few moments at the request of Nessa, wanting to prove that she can win the Pride title on her own, which is admirable if she does just that.
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: If there’s someone more loved by these fans in Toronto, I haven’t met them.
Alex: What does that mean? Nessa is clearly the fan favourite, as she should be, being the best wrestler to come out of Canada and all.
The house opening of “Fifth Kind” by The Browning begins to fill the arena. Everyone stands up to their feet as the drums and guitar are introduced. All of it builds to the screaming words as pyro reigns down from the sky. Christopher Kane steps out from the back with a hoodie on, hood up as he smirks. The teenager throws his arms out before beginning his walk to the ring.
John: Coming to us from The Open Roads, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty four pounds, he is the SVW PRIDE CHAMPION… Christopher Kane!!!
Hands are slapped onto his way to the ring as Christopher continues his walk to the ring. He takes a trip around ringside, but stops halfway to run and leaps up onto the apron. Christopher runs to the closest turnbuckle and jumps to the top. Chris pulls the hood down before jumping into the ring. From there he stands against the turnbuckle taking off his hoodie to a large pop from the teenage girls in the crowd before tossing it to ringside. The music fades off as he waits.
Mark: Here’s a man who is the longest reigning Pride Champion in this company’s histroy if he’s able to win this match.
Alex: He won’t.
Mark: Can you try to at least be a little biased?
Alex: I can try, but I don’t promise anything
Mark: Well this will…
Alex: Go Nessa!
The three competitors look around the ring at each other as the crowd roars. Chris Kane charges and takes down Nessa with a hard forearm before turning and rocking Misty with a hard shot. Kane begins to throw lefts and rights at Misty before pushing her backwards into the corner. He turns back around and drops a charging Nessa with a clothesline. Nessa pops right back up and steps forward into a back body drop from Kane. Kane pumps his arms before turning back towards Misty. He whips her across the ring and into the opposite turnbuckle. Kane charges and connects with a hard clothesline that forces Misty to stagger out of the ring. Kane jumps to the second turnbuckle as Misty turns around and is able to take her down with a dropkick.
Mark: Chris Kane on an early roll here tonight.
Alex: He has a lot on the line and he’s not about to just go quietly, but he won’t win.
Kane gets to his feet and Nessa has pulled herself up and the two competitors quickly lock up. Kane applies a side headlock and wrenches the neck of Nessa. Nessa flips Kane backwards with a back drop but he lands on his feet. Nessa looks up and is rocked with a running double axe handle smash by Misty Whitmore. Whitmore turns back to Kane and the two of them quickly lock up. Misty drives a knee into the gut of Kane and follows it up with a kick to the side of the leg. Kane goes to grab Misty but she grabs his right arm and put him in a hammerlock using it. She applies pressure on Kane’ shoulder and pushes him to a knee.
Mark: Misty Whitmore attacking the right shoulder of Chris Kane.
Nessa drives an elbow into the shoulder of Kane as Misty holds his arm out as the two work together briefly. Kane is able to pull himself away and slips out of the ring to recover. Nessa and Misty lock up and start to exchange shots. Nessa pops Misty with an elbow to the face and a kick to the gut which is followed up with a suplex in the middle of the ring. Nessa pulls Misty to her feet and is quick to spin her around and takes her down with a falling reverse DDT. She pops back to her feet and charges the ropes, springboards, and hits a lionsault and covers for a pin.
One!
Two!
Kickout right after two. Misty pops up and ducks under a clothesline, Nessa stops and quickly turns and gets a hard kick to the knee. She loses her balance and takes a knee and gets a kick to the side of the head as she falls backwards.
Mark: What a shot!
Alex: That was a vicious kick, but Nessa is one tough girl Mark, she’s got this.
Chris Kane has returned to the ring and stands on the top ropes as Misty turns around and gets a cross body. Kane rolls to his feet and grabs Misty as she pops to hers and quickly grabs her and drives her into the mat with a T-bone suplex. Kane rolls to the legs of Misty, grabs her ankle, turns her over, and applies an ankle lock in the middle of the ring. Misty fights and eventually is able to push herself up and get her other foot under her. She rolls forward and away from Kane who’s waiting for her when she gets up and turns around, taking her right back down with a belly to belly. Kane gets to his feet and Nessa meets him with a few left and right jabs. Nessa sends Kane off the ropes and meets him with a Samoan drop. Nessa rises and is met with a standing dropkick by Misty. Misty stomps on the right knee of Nessa multiple times before jumping up and driving her boot into it hard. Nessa rolls away and to her feet and into the corner. Misty charges and hits the Telum(running front dropkick). She hurries to the top rope and Nessa gets to his feet and turns right into a dragonrana as the crowd pops!
One!
Two!
Kane is there to break it up.
Alex: Not so fast, though Nessa was about to kick out, anyway.
Mark: Uh huh, sure she was.
Kane pulls Misty up to her feet and she stands to drive knees into his gut. She hits a series of five that seem to take a lot of air out of Kane. He finally blocks one and gathers her up and flips her around with a capture suplex. Kane pulls her up and readies her and delivers a suplex and hooks his arm to her and pulls her back up for a second and connects. He spins himself and pulls her up with him and lifts for a third as the fans love it. After he connects with a third suplex he stands above Misty who is out of it. He lifts her back up and grabs her from behind and connects with a German suplex.
Mark: Chris Kane with a series of suplexes here to really gain the upper hand.
Alex: It’s easy to gain the upperhand when Nessa is taking a break, a wise move from easily the most experienced member of this match.
Mark: Are you saying Nessa is old?
Alex: What? How dare you put words in my mouth!
Kane rolls his shoulder as he feels the effects of the suplex a bit himself and doesn’t see Nessa springboarding off the ropes and gets kicked right in the side of the head. Nessa climbs to the apron and hits a slingshot elbow drop on Kane before making a cover.
One!
Two!
Kickout by Kane.
Mark: Not so fast Nessa, Christopher has more in him than that!
Alex: We’ll find out just how much he has by the end of this match, I promise.
Misty is starting to collect herself as Kane gets to his feet and locks up with Nessa. Kane looks for a hip toss but Nessa blocks it and spins Kane to the mat using his bad arm and shoulder and locks in a deep arm bar, looking to wear Kane down, and Chris is in pain. Kane tries to reach the ropes but Nessa has him too far away. He starts to pull himself to them slowly before Misty can finally get to her feet and she breaks up the submission to the delight of the fans. She stomps a few more times on Nessa before she grabs her legs and tries to put her in a sharpshooter but Nessa is able to slip away. Nessa rolls to her feet and looks for a clothesline. Misty ducks it and is able to apply a sleeper hold. Nessa flails around and drives her elbow into the gut of Misty and break away. Nessa turns and tries to stiff arm Misty but she’s able to use Nessa’s extended arm and pulls Nessa in for her People's Decree(Jumping/Flying knee strike) and follows it up with a cover.
One!
Two!
Kane breaks it up.
Mark: That’s twice now that Kane has potentially saved this match.
Alex: No, that’s twice Nessa would have kicked out anyway, pay attention Mark. C’mon Nessa, take them out!
Nessa rolls to the outside of the ring as Chris Kane keeps taking Misty Whitmore down with short-arm clotheslines and she keeps getting to her feet. After the fourth, Kane lifts her with a back body drop and comes off the ropes to follow it up with a leg drop. Kane looks around the ring and sees Nessa still outside as he’s recouping. Kane starts to smile as the crowd cheers. He runs off the far ropes and back towards Nessa and launches himself up over the top rope with a Springboard Phoenix Splash to the floor. The crowd roars as Kane slowly gets to his feet and slides back into the ring. Misty is back to her feet and surprises Kane with a spear into the corner. Kane tries to fight back with hard shots but Misty whips him across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Kane stops himself and turns around to give Misty a boot to the face. She stumbles around and turns right into Kane. He dashes towards Misty and connects huge with a From Nowhere(Rebound Ace Crusher).
Alex: That was a neat trick
Kane dives into a cover as the crowd counts along.
One!
Two!
Nessa pulls Kane off from outside the ring and the crowd starts to boo, though some Nessa fans here in Toronto cheer for their favourite.
Mark: That might have been it!
Nessa pulls Kane all the way to the outside of the ring and tosses him shoulder first into the steel steps. Nessa slides into the ring and covers Misty.
One!
Two!
Misty kicks out. Nessa pulls Misty to her feet and locks up with her in the middle of the ring. Before Nessa can do anything Misty falls and pulls her down as she attempts a small package pin.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Nessa pops up to her feet and Misty rises to hers. The two lock up and Nessa is able to send her off the ropes and drop her with the Vixen Driver (Emerald Fusion) on her return. Nessa runs to the turnbuckle and jumps to the top. Kane is on the apron and pushes Nessa off and into the ring. Kane climbs up to the top and waits as both Misty and Nessa are getting to their feet. Kane dives and is able to dive and crossbody both competitors.
Mark: Back and forth action as no one can seem to keep the advantage.
All three competitors are slow to get to their feet and all look at each other. Nessa strikes first as she blasts Kane with a hard right but then gets hit with a kick to the side from Misty. Kane dropkicks Misty and then gets taken down with a clothesline from Nessa as he gets up. Nessa pulls Misty up but gets sent over to top rope. Nessa lands on the apron and hits a shoulder to her gut as she turns around. She jumps over the ropes and is in perfect position for a devastating piledriver but Misty lifts her backwards over her. Nessa crashes to the mat as Misty turns her attention to Kane and charges with a running double axe handle. Kane turns to his knees and gets leveled with a kick to the side of the head. Misty turns her attention to Nessa and grabs her and eventually locks in the Christo (headscissor/armbar combo) in the middle of the ring.
Mark: Will Nessa tap out!?
Alex: Of course not! C’mon Nessa!
Nessa tries to slowly walk to the ropes but starts to lose her balance and falls backwards and Misty is on her back!
One!
Two!
Kickout! Misty lets go of the hold so she can stop the pin attempt as the crowd buzzes.
Alex: Misty had to let go because she was pinned under Nessa. How crazy would that have been if Nessa got the win right there?
Mark: It would have been one of the more odd pins in recent history, but it would have been a lucky break for Nessa for sure
Alex: Lucky? Ha! Pure skill there.
Misty is back on her feet as Nessa is still slow to get to her feet so she turns towards Chris Kane who is back to his. Kane and Misty lock up and she’s able to wrestle him down by his arm and apply an armbar to his right arm. Kane rolls and pulls Misty to her feet and looks for a hip toss. Misty lands on her feet and ducks under a clothesline and spins Kane around. He swings her around for a neckbreaker but she’s able to spin out and turns Kane around for a full nelson. He leans forward and flips her forward and she lands on her feet. Misty looks for a spinning heel kick that Kane ducks and pushes her backwards and she does a roll and back up to her feet. Nessa is up again and gets rocked with a superkick from Misty as the crowd didn’t see it coming. Misty turns to Kane and she slips behind him and hits a backbreaker.
Mark: What a series there.
Misty is back to her feet and Nessa is slow to get to hers. Misty stalks around her before Chris Kane sneaks up behind her and locks in the Chris Grip - Shining Triangle and the crowd goes wild. Kane has the hold locked in tight in the middle of the ring and applies a grapevine as he falls for good measure. Misty can’t roll Kane over so she can attempt to grab the ropes but refuses to tap. Nessa dives onto Kane and breaks the hold.
Alex: I don’t know if Misty was going to tap but there was no way the referee was going to let that go much longer. Smart move from my Nessa there.
Nessa pulls Kane back up but Kane tries to lift her for a side slam but Nessa reverses it and elbows Chris in the ribs, hitting the ropes and coming back with her Truth Hurts (Running enzuigiri to the chest of a dazed opponent). Nessa is slow to crawl over to Kane and can’t make it before Misty has made it back to her feet as well. The two lock up and Misty hits an elbow on Nessa. Nessa comes right back with a headbutt. Misty hits an European uppercut that sends Nessa falling backwards and into the ropes. She staggers forward and gets it with a flapjack. Misty applies another Christo on Nessa as she refuses to submit to the referee. Kane is starting to stir and shakes the cobwebs off and breaks up the submission. Misty rolls to her feet and ducks a running forearm from Kane. She charges off the ropes and runs right into a flapjack that Kane turns into a cutter. Nessa is back to her feet and tries to springboard towards Chris Kane but gets caught with the Hit by a Cyclone(Tornado Kick)! Kane is down as he landed oddly on his shoulder and tries to make it to Nessa. He crawls into the cover, slower than he would like due to his shoulder, unable to manage hooking a leg.
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Mark: Ooh! Without a hooked leg, Nessa is barely able to kick out! That could have been it right there!
Alex: I gotta admit, that was closer than I would like to see.
Chris Kane slowly pulls himself to his feet, still favoring his shoulder. Misty, who has recovered, runs at him and aims a clothesline, but Kane sees her and ducks, leaving Misty to collide with the referee! She stumbles back and, for the second time, Kane connects with a Hit by a Cyclone, this time to Misty! He covers much quicker this time, but there's no referee to count the finish!
Alex: Oof, now THAT'S bad luck! Such a shame.
Chris shakes his head as he slowly stands up. Both Nessa and Misty are still down as Chris tries in vain to rouse the KO'ed referee. The crowd suddenly comes to life and it's clear why a moment later as Philip Rivers comes out for back-up duty. He runs down to the ring, sliding inside just in time for Kane to get rolled up by Nessa!
One!
Two!
Kickout!
Alex: DAMN IT!
At the last second, Kane kicks out of the school boy! Both he and Nessa reach their feet and start brawling, each one jockeying for position. Kane gains control and tries to lift Nessa with a full nelson slam, but before he can, Nessa counters out of it into an attempted cutter! Chris shoves Nessa off out of instinct, pushing her into Rivers! The sound of skulls cracking against one another can be heard as both Nessa and the ref go down hard. Chris leans against the ropes, still regaining his senses.
Mark: Get another one out here guys!.
Alex: Serves him right for counting so slow for Nessa
Back in the ring, Chris pulls Nessa to her feet and starts to set her up for something big, but before he can get Nessa in position, Misty hits a Tiger Suplex on Kane! Shaking the cobwebs loose, Nessa DDTs a rising Misty before turning her attention back to Chris. A swift kick and a spin later, Chris's caught with the Kissy, Kissy (Stiff Shining Wizard) and Nessa covers, only to realize there's no ref!
Mark: Misty's down! Chris's not moving! Nessa has this match won now but there’s no referee
Alex: I’ll get in there and make the count for God sake!
The first referee, Billy Phelps, is starting to come to and sees Nessa on top of Kane and makes his way over to make the count.
One!
Two!
Thr-NO! At the last possible millisecond, Chris Kane kicks out!
Alex: COME ON!!!
Mark: Calm down, that was unlucky for Nessa, but she’s still in control here.
Misty is starting to get to her feet now and Misty turns to face her, chopping her chest twice to back her up against the ropes, shooting her off only to be reversed by Whitmore and rebound, ducking under a clothesline from Misty who rushes past her. Nessa stops on a dime and turns around only to be taken down from a springboard 180 moonsault from Misty, who stays on top for a cover!
One!
Two!
Three-NO!
Alex: She kicked out! Tell me she kicked out!!
Mark: Phelps says she kicked out…
Alex: YES! That’s my girl.
Misty can’t believe she wasn’t able to pick up the win there, but she stays persistent. She picks up Nessa and whips her into the corner. Misty backs up to the opposite corner and raises her hand, charging in for her Telum once again, but Nessa slides out of the way, leaving Misty to crumble in the corner! Wall is quick to pick Whitmore up and elevate her on the top turnbuckle. Nessa starts climbing up as well, hitting a few forearms on Misty, wrapping her arms around her body and is able to elevate enough to pull off her Snarktopus Splash (Cyclorama)! Some of the crowd roars, many more boo as Nessa hooks both legs.
One!
Two!
Three-NO!
Alex: THAT WAS THREE!!
Mark: No, Chris broke it up right before!
Saving his title for the umpteenth time, Kane is slow to his feet, sending a kick to Nessa after breaking up the pin. Wall is getting to her feet, Kane hits the ropes and dives straight for her, delivering a stiff clothesline. Chris holds his shoulder, but he sees his opportunity and gets up quickly, hitting the ropes for a Exploding Hypernova(Second Rope 450 Splash) but Nessa rolls out of the way! She gets to her feet, blowing a kiss to Chris as he starts getting up, holding his gut, but as she runs at him for the Kissy Kissy Kane ducks out of the way and Nessa hits the ropes. Chris grabs her tightly and tosses her right over to the floor, turning to get Misty but gets Ad Astra(Inverted spike hurricanrana) instead! Misty hooks his leg…
One!
Mark: This could be it
Two!
Alex: KICK OUT KID!
Three!
Alex: NOOOOO!!
The Toronto crowd erupts for Misty, who just falls forward exhausted from the match. Phelps goes to check on her, helping her up to her feet slowly as the official announcement is made.
John: Here is your winner…...AAAAAAAAAND NEW SVW PRIDE CHAMPION…..TORONTO’S OWN MISTY WHITMORE!!!!
Misty turns to get her title, and she gets it alright straight from Nessa! Canadian Bitchsauce is furious as lays out the new champion!
Mark: What was that for?
Alex: She deserved it!
Mark: For what?
Alex: FOR EVERYTHING!
Nessa tosses the title down at Misty and glares at her for a few seconds before leaving the ring, leaving a bad taste in all the Torontonians mouths.
Foursomes for Fun
The camera follows one Samara as she is heading towards the gorilla position, as her match with Ryan Sheffield is next. We are quickly shown a package of the issues between them before we return back live and find Kyle calling her over as he is not far behind her.
Kyle: Whoa whoa, I know you are about to go beat down Ryan here in a second, but...I have some good news.
Samara slowed down, clearly itching to get to the match. She did however make her way to Kyle anyway.
Samara: Hey luv, what’s up? Something important, obviously. Don’t worry, I’m going to do what I always do, just hope Ryan doesn’t whine afterwards. Doesn’t seem like a whiner though, thankfully.
Kyle: I got you a date at Champions Ball. No matter what happens tonight in your match or the Defiance title match, it’s going to be a fatal four way for the title at Champions Ball with you facing Anders, Ryan, and Mika for the gold. How’s that grab you?
Samara surprisingly smiles.
Samara: Two of us from the Team in the same match for the title, I like those odds. More so that I really do deserve gold back around this perfect waist. And that sounds bloody lovely to me.
Kyle: I thought you might feel that way. No matter what happens, I’d be quite happy to see someone from this group leaving the show with the Defiance Championship. You or Mika either one would be perfect. All I want you both to do is make sure one of you leaves with the title.
Samara smirks and nods at that, taking a breath and glancing back towards the gorilla position.
Samara: That I can promise. And I’m going to give a lovely example of just what’s in store for that match tonight. With the man formerly known as Steele.
And from there, we cut back to the ring for that match.
John: The following match is set for one fall...
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….RYAN SHEFFIELD!!!
Mark: These two English wrestlers are about to lay into each other. Samara is looking to take another step to the Defiance Championship but Ryan wants to stop her.
Houser: Well if she kicks him in the Sheffield family jewels again, the only thing he’ll stop is procreating with his wife, Sara.
The lights go dark aside from the ramp, as it's lit with a flashing a slow pulse of alternating blue and white. Samara’s laughter echoes through the arena briefly as Lady Venom by Swollen Members hits the speakers. Samara slowly makes her way out with a smirk, stopping at the top of the ramp as she’s accompanied by her manager Kyle Kilmeade. Samara’s expensive sunglasses reflecting the light as she cracks her knuckles and adjusts her MMA gloves before walking down the ramp.
John: Hailing from Berkshire, England. Representing Team Kyle, this is the Succubus.....”The Berkshire Beauty” Samara Steele!!!
The buxom raven haired woman makes her way down, making sure to stay out of touching distance of the crowd, slowly using the steps to climb into the ring as Kyle smirks at her and walks around the ring. Samara makes her way across to the ropes, smirking as she leans over the top rope, blowing a kiss to the camera-man and giving both fans and viewers a wonderful angle to look at. Samara removes her sunglasses, handing them to the official so they can be put aside. Cracking her knuckles Samara leans against the far corner, ready for the match.
Referee Billy Phelps resides over the match as Samara licks her lips and rubs her knuckles slowly while she and Ryan begin to circle each other. His eyes flick at her knuckles and the Englander instead of meeting her head-to-head with his own brawling instincts Ryan holds his hands up to lock arms with her. He moves forward and the Berkshire Brawler shoots a hand forward to tag Ryan’s jaw, before she continues to strafe to the left, not letting him get close. When he goes to shoot at her legs she leaps over him and tags him again in the face as she steps backward. His brow arches as she waves at him, the Berkshire Brawler smirking at the Sheffielder who oddly gives her a smile and very light applause. This causes Samara’s brow to arch before she gives him a mock bow.
Mark: Early going here and Samara using her lighter frame and brawling techniques to play a game of tag with Ryan.
Houser: Its smart tactics. She sees he’s going to try and play. Obviously he’s so impressed that he has to applaud her.
The two English wrestlers start once more, and Samara doesn’t let herself get locked up. Instead she continues to go for more closed fist punches but Ryan quickly hooks his arms around her and attempts for a German Suplex but Samara hooks her arms around the ropes before she breaks a hand to ‘accidentally’ push Phelps as one of her legs shoots up and catches Ryan between the legs! The Englander’s face is one of agony as he walks with two legs close together and completely lets go of Samara. The Succubus grins wide as the Rogers Centre boos her before she grabs his Lucky Lonergan’s shirt up and over his head before she pops him a few in the head, a wicked smile on her face and a devilish look in her eyes. She continues to lay into Ryan’s head, forcing him into the corner before she goes a few straight hands before she pulls backward... Just as Ryan, with his head still covered by his shirt stumbles out of the corner, Samara comes in with a running clothesline and sends him to the mat! She goes for the cover!
ONE!
TW--KICKOUT!
Houser: JERSEYING PUNCHES by Team Kyle’s own and... You know what, Horton? I’ve been thinking. (Mark: An eerie concept.) Perhaps Samara’s just trying to give Ryan a new variation of a prostate exam. How kind of her, doing that for him and Sara.
Mark: ...When you say these things, do you ever hear yourself?
Houser: I drift in and out.
Ryan gets an arm up though he looks all jumbled under his tee as Phelps begins to read Samara the riot act for using someone’s shirt against them as a weapon. Samara argues right back at Phelps could have told her that before she went for the pin. As the two argue back and forth Ryan gets his shirt off and tosses it to the crowd, getting a round of loud female cheers (and a small, nearly unheard contingent of male whistles) Samara looks back at him and quits arguing with Phelps to get her hands on Ryan, quickly catching Sheffield in a Russian Legsweep before she gets on top of him and begins to rain down a few shots. She gets off of him finally and moves into the corner, kissing her knuckles and looking for DDG. Ryan leans into the corner, rubbing his jaw before he turns around... Samara comes running, jumping for her Superman Punch...
...
AND GETS CAUGHT INTO A MICHINOKU DRIVER II RIGHT ON HER HEAD!
Crowd: OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Mark: SHEFFIELD SLAM! SHEFFIELD SLAM! SAMARA GOT COUNTERED INTO THE SHEFFIELD SLAM!
Houser: ...Say it, don’t spray it.
ONE!
TWO!
...
NNNOOOOO!!!
Samara gets the shoulder up but it doesn’t seem to surprise Ryan any as he quickly pulls her up and gets her into a gutwrench before he vaults her up and over into a suplex and dropping her right on her back and her neck as well. The Berkshire Brawler rolls around in pain but Ryan continues to lay on the pressure, hooking her arm in the middle of the ring and twisting it before he turns her around with her arm still clutches before he turns it into a hammerlock. He quickly breaks the hammerlock and gets her into a side headlock, squeezing and twisting on her neck and head before he irish-whips her. On the return Samara gets swept off her feet and into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker with authority, getting the edge of Ryan’s knee into the back of Team Kyle’s Succubus!
She rolls again on the mat and just as she tries to rise up on all fours, he runs forward and punts her right in the side with a soccer style kick! The Berkshire Brawler grits her teeth and tries to pull herself up again but this time Ryan once again lifts her up and then looks towards the corner. He sends her flying towards it and comes in with a clothesline, knocking the air out of the Berkshire Brawler before she stumbles out of the corner and drops down on the mat, rolling on her back and looking dazed. Ryan grins widely and climbs the second rope before he pats his elbow to the approval of the Toronto crowd. He leaps and drives his arm into the black heart of Samara before he covers her.
ONE!
TWO!
TTHHRREE...
KICKOUT!
Mark: Beautiful SECOND ROPE ELBOW DROP by Sheffield but it still wasn’t enough to keep Samara down. That young woman wants the something new around her waist like no other but she’s facing a ring veteran in Ry--
Houser: Ring veteran this! General of the four corners that! Horton the wrestling industry needs new stars to breathe life into it and I guarantee a woman like Samara is just what the Defiance division needs. It would be a travesty not to see her win tonight.
Ryan lets out a sigh and second-guesses, asking Phelps if he’s sure it was just a two and a half. Phelps nods congenially and Sheffield nods slowly before he hooks his arms around Samara’s head, pulling her upward with a headlock. He gives it a squeeze and wrenches again but Samara finally counters out, pushing him up against the ropes. When he returns she kicks him in the gut and catches him with a Kitchen Sink, making Ryan flip over her. He slowly rises back to his feet and she catches him with a running clothesline to knock him over... Then another... Then another!
Samara motions for him to get back up and when he rises she leaps on his shoulders with the start of a headscissor before she begins to spike her elbows into his head! For a moment the crowd of the Rogers Centre think that Ryan’s about to powerbomb Samara to all holy hell...! But she continues to peg the center of his forehead with her elbows until he sinks into the corner! Samara gets off his shoulders and drops to her feet in front of him before she goes back to plowing away. She grabs him by the wrist and attempts to irish-whip him to the opposite corner but he reverses it! He comes in hot after sending her to the turnbuckles but the Berkshire Brawler raises her leg and the Sheffield native gets a hell of a nose job with her boot in his face! He stumbles out and gets turned around, right into a snap DDT! He goes down and she goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
...
KICKOUT!
Houser: The time has come... Sheffield’s necks gotta be killing him and Team Kyle’s Foremost Enforcer is going in for the kill!
Mark: Counting Ryan out after that DDT is a mistake both you and Samara will regret Houser! Samara’s forcing him back up...!
Samara does indeed pull him up but the moment she does he kicks her in the gut and then hits the stunner from out of nowhere! The crowd goes crazy as The Berkshire Brawler flies backward! ...Yet Samara doesn’t go down immediately thanks to the proximity of the ropes! Her back bounces off the ropes and she immediately catches him in the jaw with a Superman Punch before she drops down on the mat just as he does! Both English wrestlers go down without another word, Samara’s eyes fluttering under her eyelids half-way between conscious and not and Ryan’s eyes squeezed shut with pain wracked all over his face and a swelling cheek.
Mark: LAY DOWN, STAY DOW-- WAIT! DROP DEAD GORGEOUS! BOTH OF THEM ARE DOWN! RYAN’S DOWN! SAMARA’S DOWN! PHELPS DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
Houser: COUNT ‘EM BOTH OUT YOU IDIOT! DO YOUR JOB!
The Toronto crowd rumbles as both competitors stay still on the mat, unmoving from those two knockout shots. Not a finger moves, not a leg twitches, neither Ryan nor Samara seem to want to do anything more than lay on the cold, pleasant mat that certainly feels a hell of a lot better than acknowledging the pain coursing through either Samara’s neck or Ryan’s face.
ONE...! TWO...!
Phelps counts as the crowd joins him and the camera pans around the arena before it comes back to Phelps and his counting!
THREE...! FOUR...!
By now neither of the English wrestlers have gotten up off the mat yet, but there’s signs of life. Ryan’s left leg has began kicking against the mat. Samara’s right hand is gripping at it, before she finally punches down.
FIVE...! SIX...! SEVEN...!
Samara’s gotten up on all fours, and then three with a hand on her neck thanks to possible whiplash from that stunner of Ryan’s. Ryan however is sitting down against the ropes, rubbing his jaw and shaking the stars out of his eyes.
EIGHT...! NINE...!
Mark: RYAN’S UP!
Houser: SAMARA’S UP!
The match starts up back again with a very different shift as Ryan gets a straight closed fist from Samara... And hits her right back with one of his own, causing her to take a step back with a glare. He huffs and the two begin to have it out with a straight up slugfest! They have it back and forth! Ryan catches her with two straight jabs, and Samara answers back with two right hands followed by an elbow to the jaw from a hammerlock! She scores it but Ryan gets her back with a right hook that gets her back. She moves forward with an overhead punch to his nose and he stumbles backward before he headbutts her in the nose! She lets out a snarl and stops any aim, just raining down a furry of chops to try and put Ryan on the defensive! The Sheffielder refuses to get pushed back and goes back at her with a running clothesline...
...BUT SHE CATCHES HIM IN A WICKED SPINNING REVERSE STO!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Houser: HAH! SHEFFIELD JUST GOT FACEPLANTED BY SAMARA’S MODIFIED REVERSE STO! ...I think we should give that a name. How about Samara’s Trick Offensive?
Mark: Don’t quit your dayjob. Wait, as a matter of fact, DO.
Both competitors go down once more as the Berkshire Brawler crawls herself very slowly towards the down Ryan Sheffield. She lets out a grunt and slowly pushes him over, before she collapses on top of him, not finding quite the strength to hook his legs or press down an arm!
ONE!
TWO!
...
THREE!
...
...
NNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Mark: ...It was... It was barely a millisecond. Barely one single millisecond away. My God.
Houser: This crowd is in shock! I’m in shock! At least you’re still an idiot Horton to give us some semblance of normalcy!
Samara puts her hands on her face, dragging it down before she punches the mat. She rises to her feet weakly, nearly falling forward again before she puts her hands on Ryan’s neck and forces him to his knees. She doesn’t find enough strength to get him up yet, nor does he seem to find all that much energy to stand himself up. She shakes her head and hooks his arms, looking for her patented package piledriver. She lets out a grunt and gets him up...
...Before Ryan slips out of her grip on his arms...
TOE KICK!
...
STUNNER!
ONE!
TWO!
...
THREE!
John: HERE IS YOUR WINNER .... RRRYYYAANNNN SSSHHEEFFFIIIEEELLLDDD!!
Mark: It took TWO LAY DOWN, STAY DOWNS and neither Samara nor Ryan has moved since that final pin! Ryan dropped his technical offense in the final stretch of the match and had to meet Samara on those brawler’s instincts that he has and she uses with impunity!
Houser: Not so fast there Horton. If you didn’t notice during the last stretch, Samara began to use a bit more technically sound moves. The piledriver, the STO, the sudden knife edge-chops... If anything they sort of switched roles. Either way I can say with certainty this isn’t the last time these two have met.
Phelps tries to raise Ryan’s arm though it takes a bit of time for Sheffield to get to his feet as Kyle checks on Samara when she rolls near the apron.
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The Coming of Cammie
“When you said we were going to Climax this isn’t exactly what I imagined..I mean usually it involves at least some lotions and a double ender, right?” Seven foot ninja was pouting over this drastic betrayal and false advertisement of Climaxes.
We are backstage at Climax with Goliath, the pouting seven foot ninja, and Cammie, who shakes her head.
Cammie: And that’s the last time I let you drink before we go on camera. Look, this is going to be a great night. Tons of grappling, sweaty men pinning each other down... you like that, right?
A hint of smirk came at the big man’s face when he grudgingly nodded.
Goliath:”Sure, I like it just as much as the next gay guy but if I had known what this was about I wouldn’t have had these custom made for us…”
He pulls up a mysterious bag with two t-shirts reading “I <3 Climax” on them in bright letters offering one off to Cammie.
Goliath:”Suppose you can still have it boss, since they have no return policy..and you sorta paid for these anyway.”
Cammie sighs.
Cammie: Ignoring the fact that the last time you saw me naked you screamed like a girl who saw a spider...
Goliath: “IT WAS ONE HUGE ASS SPIDER!”
Cammie: ...Be that as it may... come on. Let’s get this over with. Ready to start recording? .....Why is that red light on?
With a proud smirk plastered on his face Goli pats on his chest.
Goliath:”I was being initiative, you always told me to do things before you have to tell me to do it,so I already started the recording, right after I finished the last sangria, because you know..kids might watch these and we don’t want to give bad influences to them..”
He looks over in to the camera.
Goliath:”Do not drink and drive..don’t drink or drive..but if you like to drink me of legal age and if you drink get a driver, if you drive be of legal age and have a license but if you drink and drive..drink responsively and..non alcoholicly..well non-alcoholics don’t drink at all so…”
He rambles on for a moment before feels a rather vicious stomp on the table of his foot and stops looking over at his employer and best friend.
Goliath:”What? I’m being informative..initative and informative and..”
Cammie: ..and idiotic.
Goliath:” AND THAT!...hey!”
Cammie: Sweet baby Jesus. Just stand there and look pretty, okay? I’d like to actually talk to the SVW nation... and hopefully do some damage control.
Goliath: I could damage your control for you boss, like that one time we played with xbox and you told me those things vibrate and..
Cammie: STOP!
Goliath:”What, I thought it was what kids do these days, play video games and all get with the times man!”
Cammie: SVW NATION! I AM HERE!!! And... like... yo and stuff. You’re probably wondering what brought me to SVW, aren’t you? Well the answer is quite simple! I want to go down as one of the greatest wrestling champions this business has ever seen. I reached a crossroads in my life, things were slipping away from me, and I needed a change. So I have made that change. And right here is Goliath, my seven foot ninja bodyguard.
Said ninja crosses his arms across that broad chest and frowns.
Goliath: “Word!”
Cammie looks relieved that he didn’t make a further twat out of himself.
Cammie: Climax is going to be a great show. I’ve followed SVW for years now, and I can’t wait to finally step into an SVW ring and start spearing people out of their boots! So... yeah. Hi I guess! And um... ignore all that stuff earlier, Golly’s just had a few too many sangrias…
Golly seems to not look so hot..
Goliath: “...fo shizzle...ugh”
Cammie: Dude... are you okay? You look like you’re about to chuck up…
Goliath: “Got to go homie...see ya all on the flip side..!”
He stumbles out of the camera’s view yelling at some poor backstage worker.
Goliath:”Bro..the toilet, where it at?!!”
Worker: “It’s right down..”
Goliath:”Nigga speed it up I’m dying here! I’ll just take the first right, ninja’s ain’t got no time fo that advice!”
Worker: “Sir you can’t that’s Kate Steele’s dressing room it’s…”
Cammie: For a ninja he’s not very inconspicuous...
*Off camera noise*: BLEEUUURGGGHH!!!
Cammie: ....Well that’s certainly a game changer.
We fade to ringside.
Mark: Well this next match for the evening will crown the very first Adrenaline Champion. Four women will be entering this match but only one will emerge as the very first champion. Alongside to help call this match is a woman who knows a lot about being a spot monkey. She is a hall of famer ladies and gentlemen Crystal Hilton.
Crystal: Thank you for the warm introduction Mark but I do believe the terms High Flyer or Speedster sound a lot better than just spot monkey. Anyone can take extreme risks in this business but it takes someone skilled in order to master the art, and these four ladies tonight are the epitome of what it takes to be filled with Adrenaline. I mean Sunny dominant tag wrestler now on her own. Leona a Mexican prodigy, Hayley a woman who calls herself a Boing machine, and Kelly who can fly like none other. So many great wrestlers here.
Mark: But only one of them can win Crystal, and they will each be positioning to be the first champion. A lot of honor comes with the territory of being the first champion.
Crystal: That it does reminds me of the battle I had with Wendy to be the first Chase for the Crown winner. In the same aspect they are all going to put everything on the line for this title, and to be honest it feels good to be a fan watching from ringside tonight.
John Youle: The following match is a fatal four way match and it is to crown the very first Adrenaline Champion! The first one to walk away with a pin will be crowned as the winner!
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. 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.
John: From Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York, 5’5” tall, weighs 115lbs and is accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid. Please welcome...KELLY MCGUFFIN!
“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. She puts on a parkour display in the ring until the music stops, bouncing up and down as she waits for the match to begin.
John: And From Leeds England, The Boing Machine Hayley Dark!!!!!!
The flute introduction of "Animal" plays through the sound system, as Leona comes out. She looks over the cheering crowd, pointing at two random spots into the audience before letting out a loud roar, which is followed by a lion's roar echoing through the sound system.
John: Introducing next from Monterrey, Mexico... LEONA VEGA!
She then sprints and hops onto the ring apron, and in the same impact, she hops over the top rope, landing in a three-point stance inside the ring. soaking in the crowd's cheers, she gets up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle to taunt the crowd, roaring at them, pumping her arm and acknowledging them, before jumping back down and facing the ring.
The lights shut off entirely and there is the sound of Sunny Kyoun giggling before Abracadabra by Brown Eyed Girls hits the speakers. There is a sudden flash from pyro on the top of the stage and the lights come on, revealing Sunny standing with an ear to ear grin as the crowd begins clapping to the beat. Sunny bounces on her feet, clapping as well to get the fans nice and pumped.
John: And Introducing next from South Korea Sunny Kyoun!!!!!!!
Sunny starts skipping (yes skipping) down the ramp, waving and slapping hands of the fans as she makes her way to the ring. Sunny climbs up the apron then hops over the top rope with ease, running to far corner and waving to all the fans, blowing kisses and giggling. She hops down and claps her hands excitedly, ready for the match.
The four of them are now standing in the ring as John quickly exits from it. The bell officially sounds as this match is underway, and the moment the bell rings is the moment that this match starts, and it starts off at a very pace. Kelly moves her way over to Sunny. Sunny is quick to react as she goes for a quick clothesline but Kelly moves underneath that as she runs up the corner turnbuckle and proceeds to do a backflip over Sunny. She sends a drop kick right into the back of Sunny that pushes the Asian girl into the corner. but from behind her Leona sprints across the ring and delivers a dropkick that pushes Kelly right into Sunny. Leona quickly drops down on all fours, and in a flash Hayley sprints over to where they are using Hayley as a leappad jumping off her back as she nails a splash onto Sunny and Kelly.
Mark: My God this match has only just began and it seems that they have decided to turn it up to 15.
Crystal: Well let’s hope they can turn it up even a step further to about a twenty. I am loving it, you are loving it and all of these people in Toronto are loving it.
The fans are already on their feet and Leona looks at Hayley smiling. Hayley goes for a handshake but it’s to no avail as Leona drops down sweeping Hayley’s leg from underneath as she quickly brings her to the mat. Leona kips up back to her feet and she stares down at Hayley before leaping backwards with a standing moonsault. She nails it and remains on top of Hayley for a pin.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
THR!!!!! But out of nowhere Sunny comes crashing down on top of Leona with a cannonball to break the pin up.
Crystal: That was so fast, I didn’t even see Hayley can we get a replay?!
The cameras show Sunny pushes Kelly away bringing herself on the top of the ropes and jumping over Kelly’s head with her legs in a cannonball position as she lands on top of Leona.
Mark: My God Sunny out of nowhere to break the pin up.
Meanwhile Kelly slides herself out of the ring as she looks under the ring for something. Meanwhile inside the ring the three girls are all hurting but Sunny is the first one to stir as she pulls Leona off of Hayley as she quickly turns Leona over hooking one of her legs for the pin fall
ONE!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!
THR...NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
At the very last second Hayley stirs as she breaks the pin fall. Meanwhile Kelly is still reaching under the ring as she is looking for something, and finally she begins to pull something from underneath, and what she has in her hand is a ladder.
Crystal: OH GOD YESSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSS THAT’S HOW YOU START THE ADRENALINE DIVISION!!!!
Mark: Just when I thought this match couldn’t get any more insane it seems like Kelly wants to kick things up a notch, and these fans are supporting it!
Kelly pulls out a ladder and she stares at it offering a grin but she throws it to the ground as the crowd begins to boo, but then she reaches under the ring again and this time she pulls out a ladder that is nearly twice the size. The crowd are all on their feet as she pulls it out and begins to set it up on the outside. Meanwhile on the inside of the ring the three girls are slow to stir as they bring themselves up to their feet. Kelly on the other hand begins to smile as she points all the way to the top of the ladder and begins to ascend it step by step.
Crystal: Besides ME of course there is a reason why Kelly thinks she is one of the best high flyers in the business today and you are about to see exactly why.
Mark: Kelly is almost at the top look at how high she is.
Kelly is at the point where she is staring down those who are wrestling one another on the inside of the ring. None of them even acknowledge what Kelly is doing and without hesitation Kelly blows a kiss up to the sky before she ascends off with a flying crossbody. She lands on all three wrestlers, and the crowd are all excited at what Kelly just did. Kelly seems to be the only one moving in the ring and she grabs at her chest in pain before dropping an arm across Sunny.
Crystal: KELLY MCGUFFIN JUST CRUSHED EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE RING!!!!
Mark: She could win this thing right here!
ONE!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!
THR...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
At the very last second Sunny is able to get a shoulder up, Kelly cannot believe it as she looks down at the Korean gir with her hands running across her hair. She is slow to move as she goes towards the top rope now. She eyes Sunny up and proceeds to leap off with a Shooting Star Press. She is about to land across Sunny but Sunny is able to move away at the very last second. Sunny breathes heavily as she has to recuperate a bit but Hayley is quickly stirring as she drops an arm across the hurt Kelly for a pin fall attempt.
ONE!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
The pin is instantly broken up by that of Leona who manages to pull Hayley off of Kelly. She grabs Hayley and yanks her up to her feet by the hair. Without hesitation she goes to throw her out of the ring but the minute she turns her back is the minute that Hayley holds onto the ropes with both hands and pulls herself back up to the apron. She is standing at a vertical base, and she springboards on the turnbuckle trying to launch herself back in the ring but Leona is there to deliver a massive drop kick in the air that sends Hayley to the outside of the ring. Hayley hit’s the mat with a loud thud and the fans begin to cheer louder than ever.
Mark: Hayley had the right thought in mind but it just seems as if Leona was a little bit quicker to think!
Crystal: My God Mark how the hell do you even win a match like this?! You have to have eyes in the back of your head especially with three other women in there. This is really insane.
Leona smiles at what she just did but sneaking up behind her is Sunny who quickly rolls Leona up for a pin fall.
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
Leona manages to roll out of the move. Both wrestlers make it back to their feet. Leona sees an opportunity and she grabs Sunny’s arm trying to take her down for an arm drag. Sunny is flipped over but she manages landing on her feet and the moment she turns around she nails a kick super in the face of Leona.
Crystal: KICK SUPER!!! Errrrrr Super Kick!!! What a shot Mark!
Mark: Wait look out Kelly is right behind you!
Kelly is back up on her feet and is standing behind Sunny but the Korean shocks everyone by jumping backwards nailing Kelly in the head with a Pele Kick. Kelly is a bit in a daze and that is when Sunny delivers a super kick which sends Kelly to the mat. Sunny turns her attention back over to Leona and delivers a super kick that sends her to the floor as well. Both Kelly and Leona are laid out as Sunny stares down at them.
Sunny places Leona and Kelly side by side as she quickly ascends to the top rope. She signals to the crowd as she offers them a smile.
Crystal: Could it be Mark?!
Mark: Sunny Side Up?!?!
Without any further hesitation Sunny leaps off the top rope with a corkscrew shooting star press and she lands right on top of both wrestlers at the same time. Neither of them seem to be moving as she remains on top of them for a pinfall attempt.
Mark: Double Sunny Side Up!!!
Crystal: She hit two people! This has to be over!
ONE!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!
THR….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Before the count of three could be made Hayley reached inside the ring yanking on Sunny’s legs pulling her off the cover. Hayley finally rolls herself in the ring and pulls Sunny up. The two begin to fight again until Sunny opens her palm up nailing Hayley in the chest with it.
“HIGH FIVE TO ALL THINGS!!!!!!!!!!”
She smiles as she does it again and again before sending a drop kick that pushes Hayley out of the ring again. Sunny tries to catch her breath but Leona is on her feet again and she immediately charges right after Sunny. She leaps up grabbing her into a ddt position and begins to spin around, and around, and around, and around. Doing spin after spin but Sunny yells before she uses her strength to throw Leona right outside the ring.
Crystal: Sunny is standing her ground and if she focuses on Kelly she could very well win this thing.
Mark: Wait a second what is Hayley doing?!
The crowd are chanting for Hayley, and Hayley grabs the smaller ladder as she brings it inside the ring.
Crystal: Hayley thinking of something here.
Mark: I don’t know what she is trying to do but these fans seem to be enjoying it!
Hayley slides the ladder into the ring and she begins to set it up as she ascends to the top. Kelly is up and she has Sunny set for her headlock driver but Sunny pushes Kelly away and instead nails her with a shining axe kick to the head.
Mark: SHE’S GOT HER WITH THE ALAKAZAM!!!
Crystal: Turn around Hayley!!!!!!!
Sunny goes to stand up and that is when Hayley leaps off the ladder as Sunny turns around at the very last second. She wraps her legs around Sunny’s head taking her off her feet with a whirling Hurricanrana. Sunny goes down at Hayley remains on top for a pin.
Crystal: AFRAID OF THE DARK!!!
Mark: Everyone is down, is this going to be enough?!?!
ONE!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!
Leona slides herself into the ring diving to break up the pin but a third hand instantly goes on the mat right in front of her
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crystal: SHE DID IT, SHE DID IT…. WE HAVE OUR FIRST ADRENALINE CHAMPION!!!!!
Mark: My God what a match here in Toronto!!!
John: AND THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND THE NEW SVW ADRENALINE CHAMPION HAYLEY DARK!!!!!!!!
Hayley is handed the championship and she immediately clutches onto it as she drops down on her knees. She raises it high into the air letting all the fans glance at her title as Leona sits there disappointed about being a second short. The other girls start to stir as they watch Hayley walking up the entrance ramp.
Crystal: Say whatever you want but these four girls all brought it tonight, and we even got to see ladders… LADDERS MARK LADDERS!!!
Mark: I get it you love ladders. None of these ladies need to be ashamed, they all brought the spirit of what this adrenaline will be about. This truly was anyone’s match but Hayley will have the honor of being the first champion. So hats off to her.
Crystal: So am I a good commentator better than Freya right?
Mark: …
Crystal: Fun to work with just like my Johnathan?
Mark: And we take you to elsewhere!
Chernobyl vs. Todd – We Didn’t Advertise This One
A loud screaming is heard as we head backstage, where a camera is racing down the hallway, its holder panting from exertion. A female stagehand is pointing frantically through a doorway, and the camera bursts through. Inside we see Chernobyl, his eyes wild in berzerk fashion, standing over the crumpled form of Todd Warren, laying heavy kicks to Todd's midsection.
Warren tries to roll away, but Chernobyl grabs him and punchess him several times in the head. He then lifts Warren up, cupping his hand around his throat. With a heave, he slams Warren upright into the front of a vending machine. Warren's eyes roll slightly, and Chernobyl pulls him out, then slams him in again, this time so hard he cracks through the plastic front of the machine. Laughing with delight, Chernobyl pulls Todd out again, and stares into his groggy eyes with a grin.
Chernobyl: I must break you.
And with that, he lifts Warren up by the throat, and hits Meltdown right there on the concrete floor! Chernobyl stands above him, panting with exertion as Todd lies in a growing pool of his own blood. Chernobyl reaches into his jean pocket, pulling out a paintbrush. Kneeling next to Todd, he quickly dips the paintbrush into the pool of blood, and quicky paints a crude pentagram around Todd, with Warren's head being in the center. Chernobyl then shuffles back a bit, and prostrates himself on the ground, his deep voice speaking into the concrete.
Chernobyl: Mistress Star, savior of worlds and Messiah of our unworthy souls. Accept this sacrifice as an offering to you, and let me grow stronger and brighter in your shimmering light.
Chernobyl then dips his fingers in Todd's blood, and draws a similar pentagram symbol on his forehead, before bowing to the pentagram, and rising to his feet. He pauses for just a second, looking down at Todd, then turning and reaching into the broken vending machine, pulling out a few cans of pop. Callously, he tosses a Diet Coke on Todd's chest, then turns and walks away as personnel swarm in to attend to the lifeless Todd Warren.
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John: The following match is scheduled for one fall...!
“Slam” by Onyx begins to blast all over the speakers as David Williams emerges from the back. He is followed closely by Todd Williams who sprints in front of him throwing Benjamins into the audience. He smirks as he nods his head with a smile as David cracks his knuckles before slowly making his way towards the ring. He grabs the ropes pulling himself up as Todd runs back gently taking Fiona by the hand as the two of them make their way down to the ring. Todd kisses Fiona as he cheers David who just stands in the ring showing absolutely no emotion. Todd gives some last minute instructions to David who nods slowly before Todd and Fiona head to the back.
Mark: It looks like Todd has given David his final marching orders. I can only assume he wants David to make sure the War Machine doesn’t leave Toronto on anything short of a stretcher.
Houser: We can only dream, Horton. We can only dream.
John: From the borough of the Bronx within New York City...He weighs at four-hundred and fifty pounds... This is DDAAAAAVVVIIIIIDDDDDD WWWIIIIILLLLLLLLIIIIIIAAAAAMMMMMSSSSS!!!!!!
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: And his opponent…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…
Referee Powers motions for the bell to ring as the near seven footer stares down at Chris Strike and smiles widely for the first time in the match. The War Machine’s face is calm before he be starts to light up Williams with one european uppercut after the next. He gets in one uppercut under the chin of Williams, followed by another, and then another again, and then another as the Toronto crowd gets firmly behind Strike. The War Machine runs towards the ropes and bounces off of them, trying to go get in a flying forearm smash and he succeeds, making David Williams stumble back again.
Mark: The best defense is a good offense, at least where Strike is concerned.
The War Machine this time around attempts a roundhouse kick but Williams has none of it as he suddenly scoops Strike up in his arms and hits him with a running powerslam that lays Strike down on the mat, the air taken out of him. Williams puts a hand around the throat of Strike and lifts him to his feet before he lifts Strike right over head and then headbutts him in the ribs for good measure! Strike rolls around on the mat as David rubs his hands together with a wide smirk as the Toronto crowd boos him. He looks at the War Machine who has to force himself up off the mat to breathe but David has none of it as he kicks Strike over and puts a boot on his chest, squeezing on his gut with a single leg. He then walks over Strike, causing the War Machine to gasp for breath before Williams lifts him upward and irish-whips him!
Strike bounces back on the rebound and immediately hits a Mongolian Chop to the throat of Williams, before he goes back to a striking game, popping Williams in the head with a rapid combination of attacks. Another Mongolian chop, a European Uppercut, a Rolling Kesagiri Chop, a few open palmed strikes, but when Strike leaps up and tries to hit Williams with a standing DDT, the big man does not go anywhere with him... Instead he wraps his arms around Strike’s and launches the War Machine, tossing him right over the ropes and onto the floor!
Houser: Well... This is going swimmingly for Strike. Can we stop watching yet or should we wait until Williams squeezes his head like a grape?
Mark: If you think David Williams is going to have it that easy, then you don’t know Strike.
Just as Mark says that, the second that Strike gets into the ring he gets a large clubbing blow to the back by Williams. Strike attempts to rise to his feet and hit a european uppercut once more but this time the veteran hits nothing as David blocks with his arm and headbutts Strike in the nose, pushing him backward. He clutches his face stumbling into the corner as David Williams comes running on hot after and absolutely CRUSHES the War Machine up against the turnbuckle. Chris’s eyes get slightly foggy but he refuses to drop to the mat, legs like jelly. Williams doesn’t at all like that and comes in on him again, crushing Strike against the turnbuckle and nearly folding him in half before the War Machine drops right on his face in pain. David drags him into the center and goes for the pin! Powers slides in for the count!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Strike powers out at two, or at least powers out as much as a man can with a behemoth on top of him. Williams stands up over Strike before he leaps upward and drops a tree trunk of a leg across the throat of Strike, causing the War Machine to roll on the mat. David laughs at him as he suffers before he forces Strike up and vaults him as hard as he can into the corner! He puts a hand on the throat of the War Machine... And suddenly the War Machine hits him with an open palmed strike to the face! Williams lets out of a roar of agony and stumbled backward, grabbing his nose as he realizes he’s been bloodied!
Mark: SHOTEI! SHOTEI! INCREDIBLE COUNTER THERE AND STRIKE REFUSES TO SAY DIE!
Strike goes back to the hard strikes, peppering the gut of the Williams’ family strongman, lighting him with chops and open slaps though it doesn’t seem to phase Williams so much as irritate him. He grunts and swings a large arm, nearly taking Strike’s head off. He doesn’t let himself get decapitated and keeps on swinging blows but finally David Williams has had enough and spins the War Machine around with a spinning scoop slam, putting all of his weight down on Strike! The crowd boos with Williams once more in control. Williams reaches down and grabs the wrist of the War Machine and forces him to meet him shoulder to shoulder! Strike lets out a yell of agony as Williams pulls him into his large mass of body once more, meeting his shoulder to Strike’s. He then lifts Strike upward and immediately hits him with a shoulder breaker for his trouble before he drops on top of Strike for another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
....
NNOOOOOO!!! KICKOUT!
Houser: Williams trying to tear apart Strike’s entire upper body and I am behind this brave young man.
Mark: BRAVE YOUNG MAN!? HOUSER HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!? HOW IS DAVID WILLIAMS ‘BRAVE YOUNG MAN’?!
Houser: Fighting his hardest when he’s up against a veteran wrestler and against all odds, proving to the rest of the locker room not to doubt David Williams.
Mark: ...You are just a ridiculous human being and Chris Strike’s shoulder is about to get torn out of its socket!
Strike’s eyes widen as David Williams grabs his left arm by the wrist but puts his boot down on Strike’s ribs before he begins to torturously, slowly pull at his shoulder to see if he can remove it from the socket. The War Machine lets out a hiss, not wanting to give David the pleasure of hearing him scream out in pain. Williams yells at Referee Powers to ask Strike if he wants to quit, telling her to ‘do yo’ fuckin’ job ho!’ Powers face turns nasty before she looks down at Strike and asks if he wants to quit. Obviously the War Machine shakes his head and yells “NO!” as loud as he can, which only makes the crowd rally behind him all the more.
Crowd: STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE!
It seems to have some sort of effect as Williams suddenly lets go of the War Machine’s arm to begin to yell down the crowd, telling them to shut the hell up and that the only time he’s gonna be seeing Todd is on television from physical rehabilitation. Chris’s good arm grips at the mat before he punches down on it as David walks towards him, putting his hands on the throat of Strike and lifting him upward... This time though Strike sneaks off, out of David’s arms and over his shoulders, down on the mat behind him. The second that David Williams turns around he gets met with a vicious roundhouse kick to the head! This however doesn’t get David to hit the mat, just slow down... Strike however takes it for what it is, kicks David in the leg to get him down to one knee before he succeeds with a DDT that ROCKS the wrestling ring as Williams’ body finally drops!
Mark: He got him down! With one momentous DDT after escaping David’s clutches, the War Machine has the monster down! Pin him Chris!
Houser: Pin him!? He’s gotta roll him over first! Good luck with that! ...Imbecile.
Strike drops to his knees and with one good shoulder he grunts and slowly begins to shove David over onto his back before he drops on top of him for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
...
Nah dude, relax.
Strike literally gets bench pressed off and over David’s head before he scrambles to get him and light the big man up with more strikes, anything he can think of throwing at him before he just decides to say fuck it and go for repeated Mongolian Chops! Every attack seems to have slightly less and less effect on Williams until he stands up, slides his hands up under the arms of the Brazilian wrestler, spins around in a one eighty degree twist and drives him back first onto the mat!
Houser: IS THAT OR IS THAT NOT A SPINEBUSTER!?
Mark: ...Yes Houser. That would be a spinebuster. How good of you to notice, but no one noticed more than the War Machine whose body’s gotta be killing him!
It takes a few moments, that Shotei and DDT seeming to have at least slowed David down (at least a little more than usual) before he drops down on top of Chris, scooping up both of his legs and placing his arms at his side so Williams can cover every single one of Strike’s limbs with his body.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
...
NO!
Somehow, some way, by a fraction of a second, Strike gets the shoulder up off the mat and Williams looks absolutely incensed as he gets up off Strike and gets in referee Powers face, pushing the poor girl around and shoving her into the corner! Her eyes widen as he looks like he’s going to eat her for a moment before he smirks at her. He looks over to Strike who’s laying down on the mat before he drags him near the corner. As the Rogers Centre boos him he kicks Strike in the side to make sure he’s still unmoving before... He begins to climb.
Mark: ...Oh Lord, he’s climbing. David Williams is climbing up for that second rope splash he calls DGU! ...He’s going to turn the War Machine into the War Pancake.
Houser: Well good news Horton... He’s not stopping at the second rope.
Indeed Williams climbs all the way to the top rope as he stares down at Strike with the widest smile on his face, laughing at the crowd as they boo him as well. He points down at the War Machine and then runs a thumb across his throat before he simply lets gravity do the rest of the work for him and falls forward, looking to use all four-hundred and fifty plus pounds of him to absolutely destroy Strike... A woman screams in the audience...
...
...
As David Williams falls off the top rope right into a double knee facebuster!
Houser: .....No.... Fucking...
Mark: NARUKAMI! NARUKAMI! FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! LET’S SEE THAT AGAIN!
Indeed we get Mark’s wish as Williams is seen on the rewind, slowly falling forward looking to crush the War Machine with his splash. Strike however gets himself out of the way just in time and scores a beautiful double knee facebuster that only takes him jumping and meeting David’s skull with his waiting legs! We cut back to the ring where Williams is out cold and Strike uses the last of his strength to slowly drag himself over... And toss an arm over David’s unconscious body.
ONE!
Houser: THERE’S NO WAY!
TWO!
Houser: BULLSHIT! LOADED KNEEPADS! CHECK HIM REF! CHECK ‘EM! TORONTO SCREWJOB 2014!
...
THREE!
DING DING DING DING!
John: The winner of this match... “THE WAR MACHINE” CCHHHRRIIIISSS SSTTRRRIIIIKKKEEE!
Mark: He did it ladies and gentlemen! Chris Strike faced the monster who has proven unceasing and tonight he got the win! You can bet that Todd ain’t happy, my colleague Alex Houser ain’t happy, and that should make YOU happy!
Referee Powers helps Chris to his feet to raise his arm! Strike asks Powers something and she looks at him surprised before she points to the camera in front of the two of them. Slowly the War Machine’s eyes meet the camera, staring right at it before he mouths three little words.
“You’re next, Todd.”
With that, we cut to somewhere else as “March of Mephisto” plays amidst cheers of the Toronto crowd.
The Midas Curse
A quiet locker room greets the viewers as we head to the back, finding Dexter McKenna in the locker room of Wendigo. The camera looks over to see the Midas Touch briefcase in close proximity as Dexter takes a seat next to the Hall of Famer.
Dexter: Wendigo, we already know the story. Todd Williams threatened to sue SVW if he wasn’t given consideration because of the events that took place at Extreme Prejudice. He claimed that since you didn’t come out at your number, you shouldn’t have came out at all. And if that were to have been the case, he’d be in possession of that briefcase right now. Do you think he has a point at all?
The Canadian gives the reporter a small smile.
Wendigo: Equally if I’d come out at my number I could have thrown Todd Williams over the top rope and out of the Midas Touch battle royal an awful lot earlier than I did.
The smile gets a little bit bigger.
Wendigo: But the thing is Dex, you’ve only really told half the story. The first part is the reason why I couldn’t come out at my number. Which was because of injuries I sustained earlier that night at the hands of Stacey and Tiffany - and yeah I knew that was a possibility BUT everyone heard me promise that even if I had to crawl out there, I’d take my place in the Midas Touch which is exactly what I did. Maybe not at my number….but how is what I did any different to Mika walking out there and playing spectator for however long?
There’s a shrug of his shoulders.
Wendigo: What this boils down to is that Todd threatened to sue SVW because he couldn’t throw an old man who should almost certainly still have been at the hospital over the top rope. Which says an awful lot about him don’t you think?
Dexter: I agree with you entirely. But I recall people like Wendy Briese stating on Twitter that night that Todd had a point, that he had an argument to say he should be here with that briefcase right now.
Wendigo: Bet you never thought you’d see Wendy standing up for a low life like Todd Williams did you? At the end of the day though Dexter, I didn’t break any rules in place at the time and I won the match, so I’m not quite certain how this differs from anyone else griping and whining about a bad result - except in this case a lawyer got involved. I understand why Nick had to make this match and tonight I’m going to set another Midas Touch first and be the first man to win the briefcase twice.
Dexter: I can’t help but think that, for you, the Midas Touch is a curse. It has been since the day of its inception. Two times, it was cashed in on you in the same year. You finally win it, and even then, there’s controversy and finger pointing about how it was done from both people I know you respect, such as Wendy, and people I know you have no respect for, such as Todd. Has it ever occurred to you that this, the Midas Touch briefcase, is essentially your curse one way or another? For three years, it’s surrounded and haunted you. And even when you win it, it is still the same. I guess the question, Wendigo, is….is there a small part of you that wishes you never had it, either as an opponent for it or the person holding it?
Wendigo: Me and that briefcase seem to have got a lot of history don’t we? Almost inextricably linked together one way or another. Honestly I don’t think that I’d have it any other way though. Carter didn’t regret opening King Tut’s tomb you know? There’s no way I’d have changed being in a position to have it cashed on me the way it has because I’m very damn proud to say I’ve been a two time SVW Champion - obviously I wish they’d not been successful cash-ins but I wouldn’t change that I was there for the people with the contract to take a shot at me. As for holding it...nope, I wouldn’t change that either. I’m not planning on retirement any time soon, but that doesn’t change the fact I turn forty two years old in three weeks time, the body isn’t getting any younger, I’m on the outside looking in and this might represent my best chance to get back to the top of the mountain.
Dexter offers Wendigo a handshake, glancing down to the briefcase again.
Dexter: Good luck tonight, Markus. I hope the curse that this thing has been on your career finally comes to an end tonight.
The pair shake hands as we cut elsewhere.
John: The following fatal 4-way tag team match has no time limit, is scheduled for one fall and is for the SVW World Tag Team Championship!!
Mark: Oh boy! If you like chaos, then you’re going to love what’s coming up next!
Houser: For once, you’re making sense Horton. This title match will be chaotic and the 8 competitors in the ring will put on a fantastic showing. That much is obvious.
The lyrics to “STFU” begin to play over the PA system, as both Ana and Undine appear to rise from the floor to the ramp as white light bathes the entrance. The women bump fists and take off towards the ring, each sliding under the bottom rope. The pair ascend adjacent turnbuckles, pointing to one another with a smile before applauding the thousands of fans who are quite happy to see them.
John: Introducing at a total combined weight of 258 lbs, they are Anastasia...and "The Aquablonde" Undine.... STFU!!
Mark: STFU are one of the finest tag teams to ever compete in this company. Some have argued that they are one of and maybe even the greatest tag team in the company’s history.
Houser: Idiots may have argued that, Mark, but not us more intelligent folks. STFU were once a solid tag team, but they can only pull off fluke wins these days.
The lights dim and flicker as Wait & Bleed by Slipknot rips its way through the speakers.
I've felt the air rise up in me...
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...
I wander over where you can't see...
Inside my shell I wait and bleed...
The arena goes dark as smoke billows out from atop of the ramp. Lights flicker between total darkness and a dark red. From the back emerges the masked monster Gouken, with his sister Kanna at his side. Barbed wire baseball bat in her hands, Kanna says something and points to the ring, and they both march down towards the ring.
Cory: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan. Weighing in at 399lbs, the Demon Gouken and Kanna Haroshi...they are.....THE UNREPENTANT!!
Slowly, methodically they walk to the ring. Kanna snarls at a few fans, bat across her shoulder as Gouken walks with a single purpose. They climb into the ring, Gouken stands in the center as Kanna climbs up the turnbuckle and holds up her bat. Kanna hops down and Gouken stands, arms crossed and eager for combat.
Mark: These two have proven to be quite vicious members of the tag division, earning this second chance at the titles with a decisive victory over Vivid Colors.
Houser: ANd could be walking out with the belts tonight. I would find it hard to believe that our paper champions could beat these two TWICE. HA! INCONCEIVABLE!
“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 takes his place outside their corner.
Mark: The Scarborough Fair earned this title shot at the last Pay Per View and have made life difficult for the other teams in the division since coming back to SVW.
Houser: It’s a travesty of justice that this team has had their two on two shot turned into this fatal 4-way. Clearly management has conspired against these honest, hard working ladies.
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 finally, the SVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS….at a combined weight of 287 pounds, Erica Horton and Nathan McFarlane, the 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 Queens of the Modern Age have run roughshod over the tag division for months, but their time may be up in this high risk environment tonight!
Houser: There is no way that these guys walk out with the talent they’re going up against in the ring tonight, Horton. Let’s be honest.
Eventually, it’s decided that Nathan McFarlane of the champs and Mickey Scarborough will start the match. Everyone else goes to their corners and the official calls for the bell. Nathan runs at Mickey and leapfrogs over her charge. They bounce off the ropes again and Nathan goes for a cross body, but Mickey catches him! She stops a few feet from the ropes with Nathan in her arms and tosses him over her back...but McFarlane twists in the air and lands on his feet. He tries to roundhouse kick Mickey, but she ducks! The two then have a bit of a face off...but Mickey reaches out and sticks a thumb in Nathan’s eye!
Mark: Great exchange to start off this match, but Mickey Scarborough had to ruin it with that cheap shot.
Houser: She is merely taking the opportunities presented to her. Do not disparage her for that, Mark!
Mickey knees the tag champ in the gut before dragging him to her corner. She raspberries in his face and tags in Raquel who helps Mickey deliver a double DDT to Nathan. Raquel pins Nathan while Mickey stands guard.
1
2
NO!
Nathan kicks out, though a few people had come in to break the hold if necessary. Raquel forearms Nathan in the face before aligning him just right on the mat. Raquel grabs onto the ropes in her corner, jumps up , using to ropes to lift herself higher in the air before coming down on top of Nathan with an elbow drop. Fair drags Nathan away from the ropes then, delivers a leg drop over his neck and turns around to lock in a rear naked choke. Raquel has the headlock on tight, wrenching it. However, Nathan fights as the fans cheer, pushing himself up and getting to one knee before getting to both feet finally and elbowing Raquel in the gut. Then he does it again and Fair breaks the hold...but Raquel grabs Nathan by the hair and headbutts him before clocking him with a clothesline that knocks him back to the mat.
Mark: Nathan is fighting back here, but that hair pull was a cheap tactic by Raquel to keep control.
Houser: NONSENSE! There was no hair pull. You’re biased and ridiculous and I will not stand for this slander from you, Horton!
Mark: Please shut up. Forever. Please.
Raquel backs up a bit, looking like she’s heading to another corner, but before she can do anything a hand reaches out and slaps her shoulder. Anastasia pops into the ring and runs over to kick Nathan in the gut. Raquel argues but the ref gets her to leave the ring as Ana picks Nathan up. She whips Nathan into ropes and tries to hit a KO punch on the rebound, but Nathan ducks and catches Ana with a jumping heel kick as he bounces back! Ana bounces back up and but Nathan runs at the ropes and catches her with a flying head scissors that tosses her halfway across the ring!!!
Houser: Sometimes I wonder how that sugar addict even processes what he’s doing when he pulls off moves in the ring.
Mark: Ana wanted to take advantage of a hurt Nathan with the tag but it backfired right there thanks to the counter!
Nathan gets up and runs to his corner where he tags Erica Horton in. Erica runs at Ana and nails her in the chest with a dropkick, Horton gets back to her feet and grabs Ana before whipping her into another corner. Erica stands up, playing to the crowd for a moment before charging at Ana and hitting a Stinger splash! Horton jumps down and Kanna Haroshi tags her on the shoulder. The ref yells at Erica to leave the ring and Kanna starts kicking away at Ana in the corner. She pulls STFU member to the middle of the ring and scoops her up before dropping her with a Michinoku Driver and going for the pinfall.
1
2
THR-NO!!
Undine makes the save with a kick to Kanna’s back, breaking the pin.
Mark: SO CLOSE! Kanna did an admittedly brilliant move there and nearly dropped Ana for good with that Michinoku Driver!
Houser: She is smart and vicious, Mark. That’s something that her opponents forget too often.
Gouken comes in and lariats Undine after she breaks the pinfall. Undine rolls out of the ring and Gouken goes after her. Kanna pulls Ana up to her feet and locks her in a suplex...but Ana reverses it and falls down Kanna’s back. Ana wraps her arms around Kanna’s back and throws her back in a release German suplex. Anastasia rolls over to the ropes and starts to get to her feet, but as she does Erica Horton slaps her on the shoulder. Horton gets in the ring and runs at Kanna who catches her with a superkick in a counter!
Houser: Ana with a bigtime counter, but she was an idiot and didn’t pay attention, letting your stupid wife into the match!
Mark: But then Kanna nailed a big counter of her own! No one can keep control of this thing for long!
Kanna takes a moment to catch her breath and then goes over towards Erica Horton, reaching down to grab her...but then Erica pops up and catches Kanna in a surprise small package!
1
2
THR-NO!
Mickey Scarborough makes the save this time, but she’s cut off by Nathan, who charges across the ring and takes her out by clotheslining her over the top rope to the outside. Kanna decides to dive off towards her corner and make the tag to her brother, who had just gotten back on the apron. The male Haroshi gets in the ring and kicks Erica in the gut as she makes it to her feet. Gouken sticks her head between his legs and lifts her up into a powerbomb position, but Erica counters into a hurricanrana that sends Gouken at the ropes! Haroshi gets tied up on the middle rope and Erica follows up by running at him and kneeing him in the back!
Mark: My wife is kicking ass! Gouken tried to take advantage of her but Erica has taken control for the champs.
Houser: A temporary situation, I am sure of that fact.
Gouken falls back off the ropes and back first onto the mat. Erica nails a big double leg drop across his chest. Gouken grabs his stomach and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Erica celebrates a bit in the ring to the delight of the fans, but then Raquel Fair comes into the ring illegally and catches her from behind with a reverse DDT! The ref yells at Fair but she doesn’t pay attention. Nathan gets back in the ring and goes after Raquel, dropping her from behind with a dropkick. Nathan gets back to his feet and Kanna Haroshi catches him with a fast series of forearm shots before picking him up onto her shoulders and dropping him with a Samoan Drop. Kanna gets back up and turns around just in time to eat a big boot from Undine. The Aquablonde dumped her out of the ring after. Nathan had rolled out of the ring after taking the Samoan Drop. Undine also drops Raquel with a lariat and she rolls out of the ring. Undine then finally catches Erica with a DDT and then drags her over to her corner before getting out of the ring and then slapping Erica’s shoulder from the apron. Undine is declared legal and steps into the ring as Gouken finally slides back in from the outside.
Mark: Undine took the opportunity amidst the chaos and now she’s one on one in the ring with Gouken!
Houser: I think she’s going to find out that that isnt a place that she wants to be, Mark.
Gouken and Undine meet in the middle of the ring and stare down for a moment before Undine pushes the Japanese wrestler back and chops him across the chest. Gouken retaliates with a kick to Undine’s chest. Undine chops back. Then anopther kick. Chop. Kick. Chop. Kick. Chop. Kick. Chop. Chop. Chop. Undine gets the upper hand and whips Gouken into the ropes. SHe goes for a clothesline, but Gouken ducks and on the rebound Haroshi nails a diving shoulder block that takes the Aquablonde down. Gouken then stands up as Undine rolls over onto her knees. Haroshi hooks both her arms and delivers a butterfly suplex that crushes Undine back first into the mat. He goes for the cover.
1
2
THR-NO!
Undine kicks out!
Mark: Great exchange between Gouken and Undine here, but it looks like Undine is in trouble as Gouken makes good use of some offensive moves very popular in Japan.
Houser: He’s Japanese What the hell offense do you think he’s going to use.
Mark: That’s not what I mea-
Houser: Racist.
Mark: I hate you so much.
Gouken tries to lift Undine back up after the pinfall, but she grabs his arm out of nowhere and locks him in an armbar submission! Undine bends across Gouken’s back as he lays on the ground to increase the pressure on the shoulder. He refuses to give up. Undine repositions her arm and locks in a half-nelson before lifting Gouken off the mat a bit and locking his other arm with her free arm. Repositioning him into a sitting spot, she finally locks in the full nelson submission completely. Gouken is trapped and can’t reach the ropes with his legs, despite kicking in that direction. it looks like Gouken might tap out to Undine, but suddenly a running boot cracks Undine in the side of the head to break the hold and Kanna Haroshi is revealed to be back in the ring.
Mark: We were seconds away from crowning new tag champions there, but Kanna made the save for her team and every other team.
Houser You give Undine too much credit, Horton. There’s no way that sloppy full nelson would have ever won this match.
Kanna picks Undine up in a reverse atomic drop and hits the move. As Undine stumbles out, Gouken charges at her before hitting a nasty yakuza kick. Kanna picks Undine up and hands her back to Gouken, who sets her up for a powerbomb. He positions Undine so she’s facing the ring ropes. Kanna then springboards from the middle rope to the top rope and then back before hitting a disaster kick high in the air right in Undine’s much before Gouken lays her out with the powerbomb.
Mark: FALL FROM GRACE! Undine has to be out of it now!
Gouken goes for the cover.
1
2
THREE -NO!!!
At the very last moment, Mickey and Raquel hit the ring and break up the pin before going to town on the Unrepentant. Raquel and Mickey manage to take Kanna over the top rope before double teaming Gouken with a double brainbuster. They drag the Japanese star over to their corner, then Mickey gets out of the ring and tags herself in. Raquel pushes Gouken under the ropes and gets on the apron.
Mark: The Scarborough Fair just saved the match and took the Unrepentant from glory to defeat with that neak attack. Now Undine is easy pickings for Mickey!
Houser: Can you feel it? This is it! The Scarborough Fair will finally earn their rightful tag team championships with the proper use of Ladder Fu.
Mark: There are no ladders in the ring.
Houser: Shut up Horton. Nobody likes you.
Mickey picks up Undine and throws her into the corner, but a hand slaps Undine’s shoulder right away and Nathan McFarlane leaps onto the top rope from the apron before delivering a springboard clothesline halfway across the ring to take Scarborough out! Raquel comes into the ring and punches Nathan before dropping him with a backbreaker to lay him out. Raquel stands up and turns around only to meet a KO punch right from Anastasia who puts Fair on the mat. Raquel rolls out of the ring and Ana tries to turn to Mickey but she’s cut off by Erica Horton who nails her with a running spinning back elbow. Ana gets back up but Erica kips up as well and superkicks the STFU member hard. Ana stumbles back and falls through the ropes to the outside, leaving the tag champs alone in the ring with Mickey Scarborough.
Mark: EVERYONE’S LAID OUT! The Champs have Mickey all alone!
Houser: No! NO! NO! NO! It’s not supposed to happen this way!
Erica directs traffic in the ring and Nathan runs over to the corner before leaping up to the top rope in one swift jump. Erica lifts Mickey up in a front head lock. Horton delivers a snap suplex and Nathan leaps off the top rope before nailing Mickey with the Whizz Kid double moonsault!
Mark: BROKEN WAND!
Houser: THIS IS HORRIBLE! THEY’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO WIN!
Nathan makes the cover and hooks the far leg.
1
2
THREE!!!!!
The champs get to their feet as the bell rings and the official gets the belts from ringside.
Mark: THEY DID IT! The champs came into the match with the odds against them and still came out with the big win! Unbelievable!
Houser: This ref is an idiot! That match was chaos and conducted unprofessionally! The Queens sit on a throne of lies!
Mark: It was definitely chaotic, but the Queens of the Modern Age have certainly earned it tonight and they can still say that they are SVW’s Tag Team Champions!
“I Predict a Riot” plays through the arena as Nathan and Erica celebrate in the ring with their title belts. The rest of the teams watch from the outside of the ring, clearly upset. Then, we cut away.
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One Step Too Far
The camera feed switches to backstage, zooming in on the smiling and classically handsome face of Dexter McKenna.
Dexter: Good evening and welcome—
Somewhere in the distance there's a muffled crash and then an ear-piercing scream. McKenna's eyes go wide as he turns in that direction and the camera swivels as well, moving shakily. There's another bloodcurdling scream that's abruptly cut off before the interviewer rounds the corner with the camera following closely behind. An ominous silence falls, broken only by the panicked breathing of Dexter being picked up by the microphone still clutched in his hand. The door to the William Dynasty's locker room has been kicked in, the steel caved in around the door handle. The middle of the door is dented as well and there's a smear of blood that leads down to the crumpled body that lies on the floor. Quickly, McKenna kneels beside the body, brushing the dark hair away from her face to reveal her identity.
Dexter: Maia Lopez has been— oh God, is she even breathing?! Get the medics… the trainers… security… over here now!
He leans in close to her, checking her pulse. His fingers come away bloody as he pales, looking utterly horrified. Without an answer to the question, we cut elsewhere in the building to something far less disturbing.
“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 stands in the middle of the entrance ramp looking at his watch, as if waiting for someone. In the middle of the crowd, a nameless woman rips away her blouse, pulls off her wig and face putty! Marla Lee in her wrestling gear stops hiding in plain sight within the crowd as everyone around her boos and jeers. People give her the finger to her face, shout obscenities at her and she... Smiles.
“FREAKS here in this HOPELESS FUCKING HOLE we call L.A.!
The only way to FIX it is to flush it all AWAY!
Any FUCKING time! Any FUCKING day! Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay!”
John: Accompanied to the ring by Kyle Kilmeade and representing Team Kyle... She stands at 5’9”, 155 lbs... Your Liar of Liars... “THE SAVANT” MARLA LEE!
She quickly moves through the hostile audience and hops over the barricade to meet with her manager. She poses with her trusty skull Yorick in hand, as if ready to recite Hamlet. Kyle gives her an amused look and off to the ring they go. After handing the skull to Kyle, she climbs into the cage and stares into the crowd, before making a grandiose stage bow earning her more ire of the audience.
Mark Horton: The two have a rivalry so bitter it can hardly be contained—
Alex Houser: Except it will be when that door is locked, Mr. Horton.
#TARZAN AND JANE WERE SWINGING FROM A VINE!#
(Candyman! Candyman!)
#SIPPIN FROM A BOTTLE OF VODKA DOUBLE WINE!#
(Sweet...sugar… Candyman)
As the swingy intro of “Candyman” begins to play, Daniel Pollaski rolls out onto the stage on his Segway, Trooper hat low over his eye and Sheriff’s badge pinned to his University of Toronto Varsity Blues jersey. The crowd gives a decidedly mixed reaction as he begins to roll down towards the ring.
John: On his way to the ring, from Kitsap County, Washington and weighing in at three hundred forty-seven pounds… the Sheriff of SVW… DANIEL POLLASKI!!!
Pollaski hits the bottom of the ramp, and parks his Segway, hopping off and climbing up the ring steps, swaying a bit in the rhythm of the music. He climbs into the cage, and stretches out in a corner, waiting for the match to begin.
Alex Houser: This is nothing more than pandering to the lowest common denominator. Frankly, I find this to be abhorrent.
Mark Horton: You realize the company we work for is called Sex AND Violence Wrestling, do you not?
Alex Houser: Indeed. And there is a fine line between violence and barbarism.
Pollaski immediately grabs Marla and slings her at the cage, hoping for first blood and early momentum. Marla, however, manages to catch the ropes, pulling herself backwards just as Pollaski charges with a short arm clothesline. Pollaski’s midsection collides with the unforgiving metal, and he stumbles back, right into the vicious left hook. Pollaski staggers back, the cage digging into his flesh as Marla drives a shoulder into his sternum, stealing the breath from his lungs as the crowd boos.
Mark Horton: Marla’s backing off, reaching for one of the weapons already! Batter up, she’s got a Louisville slugger in her hand!
Marla turns just as Pollaski charges at her with a full head of steam. Marla tosses the bat aside, and reacts purely on instinct, ducking and taking him out at the knees. Pollaski stumbles forward and she grabs the back of his head, washing his face across the cage wall. Pollaski breaks away with a lucky elbow to the sternum and Marla staggers back. He sizes her up for a big boot but Marla grabs his foot, wrenching him off balance. Marla falls but immediately leaps back to her feet, driving the rising Pollaski back with a vicious chop to the nose that sends blood spraying.
Alex Houser: They’re going to kill each other in there.
Mark Horton: I think that's exactly what they were banking on when this match was made.
Alex Houser: How pathetic.
Marla reaches up pulling a war hammer free from its hook on the cage, hefting it above her head; about to bring it down, when suddenly Pollaski’s hand lashes out, chopping at the backs of her knees. Pollaski pulls himself up as Marla struggles to regain her balance. Pollaski turns to the crowd, posing to a huge pop that turns to boos as Marla regains her footing and rams the head of the war hammer into Pollaski’s stomach, driving him backwards against the cage again. Pollaski hauls himself upright immediately, wiping blood from his mouth absently, circling Marla with hatred in his eyes. The two immediately lock up, and Pollaski is quick to gain the advantage by backhanding her before palming her face and forcibly shoving her back. He grabs the off-balance Marla and propels her towards the wall. Unable to stop in time, she collides with the unforgiving steel, leaving a huge bloody smear. Blood spurts from Marla’s nose as she crumples to her knees, leaving a trail of blood all the way down. Her nose looks like it might actually be broken but she shakes it off, trying to get back up to her knees.
Mark Horton: I hate to say it but…
Alex Houser: There's no harm in admitting your lack of intelligence, Mr. Horton. Not everyone can have above average IQ, after all.
Pollaski closes the distance, hauling the dazed Marla to her feet, pressing her against the cage's wall, his forearm tight against Marla’s throat. Whatever trash he starts talking it lost in the frenzied wall of noise from the capacity crowd. With a roar of pure rage, Marla pushes off from the wall with her feet, knocking Pollaski backwards and he rolls his ankle. He falls, clutching the sides of Marla’s face, nearly dislocating her jaw with the death grip as they sprawl on the canvas. Marla viciously backhands Pollaski, splitting his lip as Pollaski lies unmoving. Slowly, Pollaski raises a hand to his lips, touching the split and bringing his hand away, covered with crimson. His eyes narrow dangerously, and he spits suddenly in Marla’s face. At the same time, he bucks and twists, managing to pull himself free of The Liar of Liars. He scrambles across the floor on his hands and knees, almost making it away, and then Marla grabs his ankle, pulling him backwards and right into an ankle lock. For a second it looks like he might actually submit as the crowd goes insane.
Alex Houser: Please, end this now before everyone in the audience is nauseated by the gore.
Pollaski doesn’t struggle, ignoring the referee when he's asked if he wants to give up, opting instead to reach down the front of his jeans as Marla locks it in tighter. Suddenly, he lunges forward, making a break. Marla reaches for Pollaski, seizing him by the hair, and then Pollaski flips over, lashing out with his glittering fist, connecting with a vicious throat thrust. Marla stumbles back, and Pollaski staggers to his feet, limping slightly as he closes the distance. Roughly, he seizes Marla, hoisting her in a fireman’s carry before tossing her right at the cage. She collides hard and crumples to the floor. Pollaski stands over the downed Savant, a grim smile on his lips as he brandishes the fallen war hammer, resting it over his shoulder like a club.
Alex Houser: Oh God. Please no.
Mark Horton: He's going to break whatever he hits with that thing—
Marla seems to have the same realization as she dives, taking out Pollaski at the knees. Her fists flash through the air, slamming into Pollaski’s face as the war hammer clatters away. Pollaski gets up, staggering in an exaggerated manner, and Marla moves to take him down with another clothesline, but Pollaski sidesteps, catching Marla's arm on the way by, and takes her down instead with a corkscrew armdrag. Pollaski lays the boots to Marla, stomping her down but good until she's howling in pain He pauses, and that’s all the opening Marla needs as he grabs Pollaski’s foot, pulling him down and immediately rolling him up in a small package.
ONE!
TW— NO! Pollaski kicks out and his hand closes over the handle of the war hammer. He rolls out from under Marla and swings it blindly. Marla falls back, trying to evade but it catches her in the side.
Mark Horton: Oh no!
Alex Houser: This is just awful.
Mark Horton: Marla is enraged. She’s going absolutely berserk.
Despite the pain, Marla launches herself at Pollaski again, catching him with a knee to the chest t hat drives him back against the cage. She starts teeing off on his head but he blindly reaches out and pulls a length of chain from its hook. It lashes through the air and catches Marla in the neck. She staggers back and Pollaski grabs a handful of hair before sending her into the turnbuckles with a hard Irish whip. Just as Pollaski leaps into the air for a corner splash, Marla moves out of the way. Pollaski stumbles back in a small daze until Marla hooks him from behind, using his own momentum to send him over the ropes with a release suplex that makes the crowd go insane. Pollaski slides down the cage, leaving blood on the gleaming metal, collapsing in a heap. Marla stoops to pick up the hammer again, and grabs the length of chain. She wraps this around the head of the hammer, holding the ends in place with her hand.
Alex Houser: KILL THE FAT BASTARD!
Mark Horton: Did you just—
Alex Houser: I did not.
Marla swings the hammer, and Pollaski rolls aside in time, but only just, and the chain wrapped hammer slices through the air where his face had been just a moment ago. If he’d hesitated a fraction of a second longer, he would be missing part of his face. Marla recovers, and grunts, swinging it again and this time Pollaski almost bungles the avoid, blocking with his forearm as he hops backwards without looking at what he might be landing on. Unfortunate, since he lands on the discarded baseball bat, rolling his ankle again in the process. Marla pounces on him and this time the hammer connects with his chest, tearing open his shirt as he pitches backwards. He stumbles, looking for space to regroup, feeling his twisted ankle almost buckle under his weight. Marla circles, holding her blood-soaked fist aloft with the hammer clenched tightly in it as she quotes Shakespeare at the top of her lungs, the words clearly picked up by the ringside microphones.
Marla: Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay;
The worst is death, and death WILL HAVE HIS DAY!
Pollaski moves backwards, but his ankle gives out on him. As he slumps to the ground he instinctively rolls out of Marla’s way, lashing out with his good leg and connecting solidly with Marla’s knee. His head snaps back, smashing against the floor as Marla falls on him, the war hammer's handle smashing across his neck, nearly crushing his Adam's apple with the impact. Pollaski reaches up, locking both hands around Marla’s windpipe as he rolls them over. Reaching out blindly, she grabs the hammer and swings it up. Pollaski sees it coming and rocks backwards, catching it with both hands. He rips it from Marla's grip and staggers up to his feet. Marla crab-walks out from beneath him, stumbling to her feet just as Pollaski swings for the fences. Marla hops back but he steps into her, anticipating the evade and the hammer connects with her torso with a sickening crack. She staggers back, immediately clutching her ribs as she bends over with her mouth open in a silent scream. Pollaski nails her with a Kill-Basa and plasters her to the canvas. It takes him a full eight seconds of agonizing anticipation to roll over and make the cover while the crowd goes bananas.
Mark Horton: Marla might actually be dead...
ONE!
TWO!
Alex Houser: I can’t watch this anymore.
THREE!
Neither competitor is moving as the referee stands over them, calling for the bell and signaling for medical personnel as he goes over to unlock the cage.
John: Ladies and gentlemen… your winner… 'SVW's Sherrif'… DANIEL POLLASKI!!
Mark Horton: Oh no. Marla still isn't moving and Stringer is calling for a stretcher to be brought out.
Alex Houser: She knew the risks when she signed up for this insanity. I have no pity for her.
Mark Horton: Of course you don't.
Pollaski rolls to his feet finally, looking triumphant as he staggers up to his feet, raising his own hand in victory. He looks down at Marla, that smile of his dimming slightly when he sees the damage he's done.
Someone’s Had Enough
Stephanie Sullivan, dressed to the nines, is standing backstage chatting away on her cell phone when a hand reaches out and taps her on the shoulder. She whirls around to find herself face-to-face with a slender brunette.
??: Stephanie, right? You're the girl from the Williams Dynasty who beat Lex Collins a few weeks ago, right?
Stephanie rolls her eyes before putting the phone back to her ear.
??: I'm a…
The girl hesitates and the crowd pops when they realize that it's Hannah Collins standing there.
Hannah: …huge fan. Can I have your autograph?
Stephanie looks annoyed, shooing the woman away. Turning her back on the annoying 'fan', she turns around right into a wicked chairshot that sends the back of her head crashing against the wall. Her cell phone goes flying, smashing to bits on the floor as she falls a split second later to join it.
Hannah: Can you hear me now, bitch?
The chair drops atop her fallen body and then Lex Collins steps into view, his face partially obscured by the hood of his Rise Against hoodie. He stares a hole in the body of Stephanie as though daring her to get up so he can hit her again. When she doesn't even stir, he snorts loudly and spits on her as the sold-out crowd pops enthusiastically. Slowly, he lifts his eyes up to meet his wife's.
Lex: Alright, Han, I'm done.
She nods, reaching out to take his hand.
Hannah: Then let's go home.
We are shown a highlight package featuring the issues between Anders Stark and Mika Demidov, including their interaction in the Midas Touch battle royal as well as Mika trolling Anders by helping him become the new Defiance Champion. From there, we head back to the live show.
Mark: You gotta believe there’s some serious payback in mind from the Defiance Champion tonight as he is about to face Mika Demidov.
Alex: Payback? For what? She practically gifted him the Defiance Championship. And now she has earned herself a shot at the title. He should do the right thing and just lay down for her tonight at Climax.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SVW Defiance Championship!
Two sea eagle cries are heard before "Rise" hits the sound system. Mika and comes from the backstage when the song makes its halt to come back with a stronger beat. Right before the entrance aisle, she raises her right hand in the air with the index, middle and ring fingers fully extended upwards, and white, blue and red pyros shoot behind her back. She then parades down the entrance aisle, showing off for the booing crowd, sometimes even swearing at them, before she enters the ring by climbing the steel steps and passing between mid and bottom ropes. Once inside the ring, she climbs a random turnbuckle, posing for the crowd. After soaking in the boos, she leaps back into the ring and faces her opposition across the ring.
John: Introducing first, she hails from St. Petersburg, Russia! Representing Team Kyle, this is….’THE RED STAR’ MIKA DEMIDOV!!!
Mark: As of right now, Mika is the number one contender. And she didn’t resist cutting corners to get here either. She’s shown up Anders again and again with her shenanigans, so I’m sure the challenger is feeling very confident.
Alex: Why shouldn’t she? She is already the superior athlete in terms of skills and most certainly intellect. Tonight, she’ll just claim what I feel is rightfully hers anyway.
“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 matching vest. He extends his arms out to the sides as the crowd cheers him on the stage. He shouts at the crowd and smiles, playing up to them.
John: Hailing from Tampa, Florida by way of Syracuse, New York, this is the reigning and defending SVW Defiance Champion! This is...ANNNDDEERS STAAAARRRRK!!!!!!
The music continues as Anders turns around and walks backwards at the end of the ramp with his arms out, playing to the fans a bit more on the rampway. He turns around at the end and walks to the ring steps slowly before climbing them and getting in the ring. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and extends his arms again as his music dies down.
Mark: You can tell just by his demeanor that Stark has game face on, he’s had enough of Mika’s antics for the past few weeks and he’s looking to bring down the Red Star tonight!
Alex: He can wear any face he wants, but he might as well accept the fact that is the subpar competitor in this match. And that’s hard to swallow in any profession, you should know that since you work under me.
Referee Angela Rocca takes the title from Anders and raises it overhead before she hands it off and calls for the bell. The champion never takes his eyes off Mika, who is propped up against the corner with a confident look about her. She pushes off out of the corner as Anders starts to move towards her. Mika backs up and holds up one hand before she kicks her leg up onto the top rope and stretches a little bit. Stark rolls his eyes at this and starts towards her again. Mika quickly ducks her head between the ropes, causing the referee to stop him.
Alex: Look at how poor of a sport he is, the woman is trying to do some last minute stretching before the match begins and he’s already wanting to take cheap shots.
Mark: You stretch before you come out, this is nothing but a tactic designed to annoy Anders...and this sold out crowd in Toronto.
Anders swerves around the referee and pulls Mika back inside, spinning her around and beginning to unload with straight right hands one after another. The shots pick up in speed as he rocks her back into the corner. Grabbing her arm, he whips her across to the far side as Mika stops herself from hitting the corner. But as she turns, Starks barrels out of his corner and catches her with a running clothesline that sends her into the corner anyway. The fans are already loud in support as Stark sends her up and over with a monkey flip that deposits her on the canvas. She tries to get back to her feet as Anders comes out of the corner with a leg drop across the back of her head.
Mark: Anders got tired of waiting to start this match, and he’s taking it to Mika already! He’s got weeks and weeks of frustration here to unload on that woman!
Alex: This is disgusting and reprehensible! He attacked a woman in the ropes, what a cheap and disgusting tactic from our supposedly changed Defiance Champion!
Anders got back to his feet and took off for the near side ropes, catching Mika with a low dropkick to the body when she got to her hands and knees. He hit the ropes behind her, and as she got up again, he delivered another low dropkick this time into her back. The challenger crawled towards the ropes as Anders went right after her, grabbing both of her feet and dragging her back towards the center of the ring. He rolled her over onto her back as Mika brought her knees in and shot him off with both feet. He bounced off the near side ropes as Mika got to her feet and tried to catch him with a back elbow. But Stark sidestepped her, grabbing her around the waist and launching her with a belly to back suplex. He quickly rolled to his feet and was about to grab her again before Mika rolled out to the floor, shaking her head as she tried to gather herself.
Alex: Brilliant move by Mika, who has broken Stark’s momentum that was being built. Cheating momentum at that.
Mark: I’d love to see things from your point of view, but I can’t get my head that far up my ass! But you’re right, Mika’s taking a powder because this has been all Anders since the bell.
Rocca began her ten count as Anders didn’t feel like waiting. He rolled out of the ring and Mika took off with him in hot pursuit. They circled the ring almost before she rolled back inside. Anders slid in under the bottom rope after her, as Mika drove an elbow into his back as he did. It put him down for a moment on the mat before she began unloading with a series of elbows rapid fire into his lower back with a measured shot to the back of his head before he tried to get up. The fans turned quickly as she began to put the boots to him, climbing onto his back and digging her fingers into his face and trying to rip it in half seemingly. She finally broke on the referee’s count of four, blinking a bit as she was still feeling the effects from Anders’ earlier offense.
Mark: Mika got what she wanted, Anders to chase her. Because it opened up the opportunity for what you are seeing now. The challenger is in the driver’s seat.
Alex: It was only a matter of time, Mark. Mika’s superior ring generalship had to come into play, and I’m sure she expected better sportsmanship to start this match!
Anders started to move away from her before she caught up with him and drove a knee into his lower back to put him on the mat again. She quickly stepped over him and applied a camel clutch, her hands locked under his chin as she sat on his lower back. Rocca got into position, asking the champion if he wanted to quit and getting a negative answer. Mika cranked back on the hold, releasing one hand to drive an elbow into the top of his head before re-applying it with both hands.
Mark: The camel clutch is a move almost as old as this sport is, but it’s still just as effective. Mika is trying to wear Anders down, especially his back.
Alex: If his back is in pain, that negates a fair bit of his offense. Or at least it makes it a lot harder to perform many moves as a result. Mika with a very sound strategy here.
Stark’s face continued to register pain as he tried to push up out of the hold, but Mika left her feet and came down across his back to stop that. She quickly moved and planted her knee into his lower back before she resumed pulling back on his chin. This freed Anders’ arms, but Stark’s face continued to show immense pain. The challenger shouted at him to quit, but Stark managed to reach to his left and grab the ropes, causing the referee to demand a break. Anders started to pull his body towards the ropes before Mika took off for the far side, and caught him with a baseball slide that sent him from the apron to the floor back first.
Mark: The champion landed back first here at ringside, and those mats don’t provide much protection, folks. I’ll give the devil her due, Mika has laser focus here tonight.
Alex: What do you expect, Mark? You make it sound like she never has had it before tonight. She hasn’t been this successful on sheer luck, stop being so biased. It’s really disgusting!
Mika slid out to the floor, pulling Anders up and ramming him back first against the apron of the ring. She spun him around and began to fire right hands into his lower back before she shoved him back inside the ring. The challenger bounced off the bottom rope into a splash onto his back before she rolled him over and made a cover.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Anders’ arm came up before the three as Mika got back to her feet. She pulled him back to his feet, firing a few European uppercuts into him before she whipped him across with all her might into the far corner. Stark crashed back first into them, starting to sink down in pain. Demidov backed up into the corner nearest from her and took off in a sprint. She left her feet and went for a monkey flip of her own, but Anders kept a grip of the top rope and Mika landed on the back of her head instead.
Alex: He used the ropes right there, that should be a disqualification! He’s just trying to save his title now, he knows when he’s been beaten.
Mark: You are, without question, the most ridiculous human being I have ever met in my entire life. And that includes members of the Deas family.
Anders clutched his lower back in pain, trying to gather his wits about him as Mika held the back of her head. Stark pulled her up by the head and used the middle rope for a springboard into a bulldog that planted her head first into the canvas. But as soon as it connected, he winced in pain. With the fans starting to get behind him and begin a rally, Anders fought back to his feet, scooping Mika up and driving her into the mat with a slam. He began to move towards the corner, climbing up very gingerly as his back continued to be a problem.
Mark: Anders is going for a little high risk, and that’s exactly what it is even when your back isn’t hurting! This could be a massive mistake!
Alex: He’s going for broke, he realizes how completely inferior to Mika that he is! So he’s just trying anything to try to get out of this match with his title! He’s a disgusting champion!
Anders started to climb up, making it to the top. Mika started to stir as well, rolling to her feet and heading up after him on the inside. The pair traded blows as they stood on the ropes, but Anders got the better of the exchange when he caught Mika with an uppercut. It wobbled her, but Anders put her head down and hooked her around the waist with an underhook.
Mark: What is he doing?! He’s not gonna….
And with one fluid movement, Anders hoisted Mika up and powerbombed her off the top rope to the canvas! Demidov bounced off the mat as Anders leaned over the top turnbuckle, his back in agony.
Mark: Anders POWERBOMBED Mika off the top rope! That’ll do it! Demidov bounced like a rubber ball, game over!
Anders stood up slowly, pointing to the sky and came off the top with an elbow drop into Mika’s chest! The arena roared in approval as Anders rolled off, clutching his back again.
Alex: What a stupid stupid move! He can’t even make the cover for what he did to his own back!
Mark: Stark pointed to the sky and delivered one massive elbow off the top! If he can cover her, he’ll leave Toronto with the Defiance Championship!
Anders began to inch towards Mika with the fans solidly behind him every step of the way. He finally made it over to her and covered her. Rocca fell into position to make the count.
Mark: ANDERS IS GONNA DO IT!!! SAY GOODNIGHT, MIKA!!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!
Mika’s shoulder came up right at three as Anders looked up to the referee with a look of sheer desperation.
Alex: You spoke too soon, you buffoon! Mika got her shoulder up, and Stark looks like he could cry. As well he should, he can’t beat Mika!
Mark: What is it gonna take?! Mika got the shoulder up, and the champion is at a loss. And I don’t blame him a bit!
Anders started to get back up very slowly, asking the referee to be sure that wasn’t a three. Rocca shook her head as the champion gave the sign for the Stark Reality. He pulled her up to her knees and then her feet, planting her head between his legs.
Mark: Stark going for the tiger bomb! And that’ll be all! Mika’s going home empty-handed tonight!
As he went to bring her up, Mika caught him with a jawbreaker that stumbled him backwards. She moved around behind him, grabbing his head and locking in the dragon sleeper. She looked nearly out on her feet as she tried to pull it together as she had Anders snared.
Alex: Mika has that move well scouted, and she has a counter! She’s put more than one opponent out with the dragon sleeper, and this time it will bring her the Defiance title!
Mark: You may be right! She’s got it locked in, I’m not sure how much pressure she is able to apply. She looks glassy eyed to me, but in any event, Stark may have to quit!
Mika seemed to be slowly recovering herself as she pulled tighter on the hold, the referee asking Anders if he wanted to give up. But Stark refused to do that, trying to fight his way out of it. Demidov screamed at him to tap out, but the champion refused. His arm movements, however, began to falter. He tried to grab the challenger’s head, but Mika managed to duck his hand movements before his arms faltered more and dropped to his side. The crowd got louder, trying to will him on as the referee raised his hand and let it drop to the mat. A second time, she watched it drop.
Mark: One more time, and we got a new Defiance Champion!
Alex: This is it! Mika’s seconds away from taking the title from this idiot!
Rocca raised his hand again, and let it fall. But before it hit the mat, it popped back up! This brought the fans back to life as Anders reached up with both arms and boxed Mika’s arms with his hands. This caused her to be disoriented, and allowed Anders to escape her grip. He crawled forward, trying to get his bearings as Mika did the same. Stark reached the ropes, pulling himself to his feet as Mika was back up. She came towards him with a clubbing blow in mind, but he ducked out of the way of that. And as she turned to face him, he caught her with a superkick right on the chin!
Mark: SUPERKICK RIGHT ON THE BUTTON!! Mika’s done, Anders is leaving with the gold!!
He draped an arm across her and hooked a leg this time.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mika’s arm came up at three, and the referee held up two fingers. Once again, Anders looked at her with a look of disbelief.
Mark: What on Earth is keeping Mika going?! Anders got every bit of that superkick, but it didn’t get the job done!
Alex: Can you feel it, Mark? I’ve said it al night, this is Mika’s night!! She won’t be denied, she will be the next Defiance Champion!!
Stark made it back to his feet, shaking his head as he signaled for the tiger bomb again. He pulled the lifeless Mika up, planting her head between his legs and reaching for her arms. But Demidov shoved him off of her, and went for a high cross body. Anders caught her and hoisted her over his shoulder….delivering a sitout tombstone piledriver!!
Mark: END OF THE LINE!!! And it’s gotta be!! For the love of God, what more can he do if it’s not?!
He reached across and hooked her leg for the cover. Rocca fell into position.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
The referee called for the bell as Anders fell backwards, laying on the mat as he gasped for breath. The fans in the arena were thunderous as the referee raised his arm in the air.
Alex: He had the tights!!
Mark: You’re full of--
John: The winner of the match….and STILL SVW Defiance Champion…..ANDERS STARK!!!
Anders started to get back to his feet before the referee handed him the Defiance title. A smile formed on his face as he held it high over head.
Mark: After weeks and weeks of frustration caused by Mika, Anders pulled it out and he’s still the Defi---WHAT THE HELL?!
Anders was blindsided as Samara hit the ring, catching him with a shot to the back of the head. He fell forward as the brunette spiked him with a DDT into the mat. The crowd’s boos returned as she went to help revive Mika, patting her cheek as the Red Star looked around dazed. Steele rolled out to the floor and slid a chair into the ring. Mika grabbed it as the Succubus climbed back inside, pulling Anders up and pinning his arms behind him, inviting Mika to use the chair!
Mark: Samara came up short against Ryan earlier, and now that Mika did too….they’re going to destroy Anders!
Alex: And well they should, I hate cheaters more than anything! Besides the match is over, this is just extracurricular activity now!
Mika was still a bit wobbly as she gathered herself, grabbing the chair and nodding her head with an angry glare on her face, She raised it into position as the fans ERUPTED when someone else hit the ring, jerking the chair out of her hand. Mika spun around and looked into the eyes of….
Mark: THAT’S CARA STONE!! We haven’t seen her in ages!!
Alex: What the hell is that woman doing here?! Where’s the damn security?!
The live crowd roared as Cara jerked the chair away and went right at Mika’s head with it. The Red Star ducked out of the way and rolled to the floor as Samara shoved Anders down and joined Mika on the floor. Cara smacked the mat with the chair, inviting them back in as the fans roared in approval.
Mark: I don’t know why she’s here, but it’s damn sure good to see her! Cara Stone, who was forced out of SVW about two years ago...she’s back!
Alex: This is disgusting, she was about to use a chair on a tired wrestler! That’s hideous and these fans are cheering for it!
Anders got back to his feet, looking a little confused by all this as he glanced from the Team Kyle members on the floor to Cara in the ring. It seemed like he was as surprised as anyone, picking up his title and locking eyes with his former partner. Slowly but surely, he extended his hand towards her in a shake. Cara glanced down to it, grabbing it and jerking him forward before picking him up in a big bearhug! This brought quite the response from the fans in attendance.
Mark: I guess that means she’s happy to see him! Cara Stone came back on the biggest night of the year, and Team Kyle may not be too happy about this! I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of any of this!
Alex: That woman should be arrested and taken to jail, she has no right to be in this ring!
Anders still looked a little bewildered as Cara raised his hand in victory to an ovation from the crowd before we cut to a commercial for Ground Zero.
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John: The following match is a No Holds Barred match scheduled for one fall.
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 starts walking to the ring with purpose.
“With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself...
Where is my mind?”
John: Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Washington, D.C., this….is….COLLLLEEEEEEN!!!!!
Mark: There may not be a more personal match on the card than this one.
Alex: I agree, Colleen has been most disgusting with her blatant assaults on Luther when he gave her the biggest win of her career at Extreme Prejudice.
Colleen pauses at the barricade by ringside, turning to the audience and climbing on top of the barricade. Facing the audience, she raises a single fist in the air to a pop from the crowd. She lets a few seconds pass and then jumps back down before sliding in the ring and waiting for the match to start.
Mark: Colleen’s ready for the big man, look at her face!
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.
Mark: What an arrogant look on Luther’s fa---OHH, WE’RE NOT WAITING FOR THE BELL!!
Alex: DISQUALIFY HER!!
As he reaches the bottom of the ramp, Colleen comes flying through the top and middle ropes with a suicide dive that takes the big man off his feet. As he tries to roll away to his feet, Colleen launches herself at him once more, taking up the mount position and pistoning away at his head with vicious right and left hands only stopping when Thunder manages to push her away and roll out from underneath her. The assigned official, Billy Phelps heads outside the ring, making a token effort to bring the action into the ring and getting completely ignored. Colleen gets to her feet a moment before Luther and launches herself at him, catching him with a high knee and immediately begins to pepper him with a machine gun like hail of stiff right hands finally taking hold of the big Dutchman by the back of the head and throwing him face first into the ringpost.
Mark: Can you tell that Colleen has been waiting like a caged animal for tonight?! No holds barred, and Luther is in for a long night!
Alex: Of course, after she attacks him before the bell! The poor man had no time to prepare for her cheap tactics. That’s a man of God!
As he hits the steel Thunder reels away, trying to put distance between himself and Colleen only for the Washington DC native to charge, leap and drive him face first into the ringside area with a bulldog. Getting to her feet quickly, Colleen stomps away at Thunders head. Despite the blows, the Amsterdam Assassin begins to push up to his knees and Colleen grabs hold of him by his ring attire, and fires him into the ringside barrier in front of the timekeepers area. He impacts back first and slumps down to a seated position. Colleen charges in and drives a front kick into his face, bouncing his head off the barricade once more. Wasting no time at all, Colleen pulls him to his feet and marches him over to the announce desk and slams him head into the top of it right in front of Mark Horton. As Luther bounces back up, Colleen wraps her arms around his waist, lifts him up and drops him with a flapjack - his face striking the ring apron. Stumbling around out on his feet, Colleen rolls him under the bottom rope and into the ring. Sliding in behind him she gets straight into the cover and hooks the leg.
Mark: That’s a little closer to the action than I want to be, but I don’t blame her a bit! Colleen is fired up!
One…
Two…
...TH
Alex: Way too early for a pinfall here!
Thunder kicks out and Colleen rolls to her feet and measures Luther up, waiting until he reaches all fours before charging in and delivering a kick into the side of his head that sees him clamp a hand to his jaw as he straightens up to his knees. Turning around, Colleen launches a volley of kicks into her opponent’s body. Thunder manages to catch one of the incoming kicks, taking a firm hold of her leg as he rolls his body and sends her down to the mat. Rolling through to her feet, Colleen immediately breaks into a sprint; running past the rising Thunder and springboarding off the middle ropes as she drives her boot into the side of his head. He staggers into the ropes and again Harmon leaves her feet, catching her opponent on the jaw with a flying forearm smash that knocks him into the ropes. Grabbing hold of his wrist she sends him in for the ride, catching him when he comes back with a snap powerslam. As Luther arches his back in pain, Colleen grabs his ankle and starts to twist on the joint as she starts to apply the ankle lock only for Luther to draw his knees up to his chest and power her off him and sprawling backwards.
Mark: Colleen was about to get that ankle lock firmly applied, and Luther thought better of it!
Alex: He has very powerful legs, Mark. Colleen was actually wise to try to take them out of the equation. First time for everything!
Gaining her balance, Colleen moves towards the rising Luther who takes her down with a drop toe hold. Rolling away the submission specialist starts to come to her feet and finds Luther back on his feet and connects with a haymaker right hand that meets her jaw. He fires off a left to follow it up before stepping into her and lifting a knee into her gut as her back hits the ropes. He buries another knee into her midsection before he yanks her away from the ropes and into a short arm clothesline. Instantly Harmon rolls onto her knees only to get a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. As Colleen stumbles to her feet, Luther Thunder moves after her, driving a boot into her midsection before he hooks her head and snaps off a DDT. With Harmon laying face down on the canvas, Thunder rolls on top of her and begins to deliver hammer blows to the side of her head, waiting until she raises her head before he slams a forearm into the back of her skull. Phelps drops to the mat to check on Colleen as Thunder continues the assault driving his forearms into her shoulderblades.
Mark: This is what Luther brings to the table, pure raw power! And every blow has bad intentions on it.
Alex: I don’t blame him at all, she attacked him before the bell and has been nothing but disgusting in her actions leading up to this match. Always blaming him for HER problems.
Finally Thunder pulls her up to her feet, locking in a Full Nelson and shakes her back and forth before lifting her up off her feet and drops down with a sitout Full Nelson bomb. Colleen’s mouth forms an O of agony. Luther scoops her upward and slams her downward into his knee with a backbreaker. Pulling her off his knee and back to his feet, Luther lifts his foe into the air, spins around and drives her into the canvas with a spinning spinebuster. The Dutchman makes the cover.
Alex: Beautiful spinebuster, this match is going to be over early, Mark!
One…
Two…
...THR-
Mark: Wrong again, Houser! Colleen’s far from done here.
Colleen’s shoulder shoots up from the canvas and Luther brings her up to her feet, applying a front facelock before he lifts her up and brings her back down with a vertical suplex. Once more Thunder floats over onto Colleens back, interlocking his fingers underneath her chin as he locks in a camel clutch. Phelps asks Colleen if she wants to quit with a very defiant “NO” coming from the woman. Thunder keeps the hold locked in, only releasing it when Colleen starts to get her knees underneath her. Striding away, he waits for Harmon to stand, her hand clutching her lower back and as she turns he explodes out of the corner and drives a boot into her face with a scissors kick. Colleen drops to the mat and Thunder drives an elbow into her rib cage then reaches down and hooks a leg as he rests on top of her in the pinning position.
Mark: It’s gotta feel like someone dropped a twenty pound weight right onto her ribs for Colleen. Luther’s looking for the ending here.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Alex: Junkies feel no pain, Mark. She probably didn’t even know he hit her, figured probably it was a large purple elephant.
As the woman kicks out, Luther Thunder shakes his head and rolls to the outside and flips up the ring apron, removing a steel chair that he slides into the ring before pulling out a table that he also slides under the bottom rope. Returning to the squared circle, the tall Dutchman starts to set up the table in the corner of the ring before turning back towards Colleen who has pulled herself up to her feet by the ring ropes, trying to get her bearings as Luther charges toward her, bringing his foot up for a big boot….that misses. Colleen spinning away to leave him straddled over the top rope. Immediately Colleen begins to bounce the rope underneath him and into his groin, finally sending him back into the ring, holding onto his family jewels as he lands.
Mark: Somewhere watching this match, Esme Naught is shrieking like a banshee.
Alex: Probably not as loud as Luther might right now, in fairness.
Thunder gets to his knees and Colleen charges forward, punting him right between the legs; Phelps grimacing in sympathy with the big man. Heading for the corner, Colleen climbs to the top rope and jumps off, catching the big man with a double axehandle blow to the top of his head. As he drops down to one knee, Colleen drives her palm into his nose. Immediately Thunder’s hands leave his groin and goes to his nose as blood begins to stream out of it. Getting back to a vertical base, yet bent double, Colleen drives her boot up into his midriff with enough ferocity to bring him up onto his tiptoes. His arms goes to his stomach and Colleen drives his face into the mat with a huge DDT. Once more Colleen scales the ring ropes, measuring Thunder up as he rolls over and launches herself like a guided missile straight into his body with a diving headbutt. Quickly hooking a leg, Colleen looks to put the match to bed.
Alex: Diving headbutt, and Colleen apparently thinks that’s going to be all!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Mark: It damn near was at that, but Luther managed to escape the fall.
Thunder pops his shoulder up off the mat and is brought to his feet by Colleen who sends him into the corner and follows in behind him, stepping up onto the ropes and driving a boot into the side of his head. She backs up as he staggers forward toward the middle of the ring and she takes him off his feet with a 360 clothesline. Retrieving the fallen chair Colleen moves back to the corner and wedges it between the bottom and middle ropes so that the edge is above Luther’s throat and moves to his legs, grabbing hold of them and falling backward catapulting him throat first into the steel. Dragging him out of the corner, Colleen drops down on top of him grabbing hold of both legs as she makes the cover.
Mark: Good Lord, Luther got his windpipe crushed right there!
One…
Two…
….THREE!!NO!!!!
Alex: A man of God like Luther doesn’t need to breathe, he has divine power behind him! And there he proves it again!
Phelps waves off the three count as Luther’s hand shoots out and wraps around the bottom rope. Colleen nods in acceptance of the officials decision and grabs Luthers ankles one more time, pulling him more towards the middle of the ring before she jerks the chair from out of the ropes. As Thunder rolls onto his front, Colleen crashes the chair down onto his back. He lets out a howl of pain and tries to roll away, getting a second chair shot and a third and a fourth and fifth as he curls up trying to make as small a target as possible. Finally the blows stop and Colleen faces little resistance as she threads his arm through the openings in the chair and drops to the mat while she locks in an armbreaker, using the chair for extra torque. Luther screams in pain before cutting it short, gritting his teeth and shaking his head as Phelps asks him if he wants to quit. Fighting through the pain, Luther tries to find an escape, rolling into the hold and pushing up onto his feet turning the hold to his advantage and pushing Colleens shoulders into the canvas.
Alex: You know, most people have to pay good money to have a man of God like Luther put their hands on them.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Mark: Near fall. Yeah, he’s a regular Peter Popoff.
Colleen releases the hold before she gets pinned and Luther staggers backward into the corner, shaking off the chair. On her feet, Colleen moves towards him and lands a right hand. In reply, Luther rakes his fingers down her face temporarily blinding her before he brings a knee up into Colleen’s midsection. Grabbing hold of her head he spins around and throws her into the turnbuckle pads and begins to lay into her midsection with right and left hooks, finally dropping his shoulder and thrusting it like a battering ram into her gut, lifting her off her feet. Pulling her away from the pads the tall Netherlands native wraps his arms around her waist and into a bearhug. Tightening his grip he tries to shake the life out of Colleen as she tries to escape with a fist to the side of head. As he stops shaking her, Phelps asks if she wishes to quit only for Colleen to say no, as she uses her hands to push Thunders head backwards then throws her own hand forwards, delivering a headbutt right to the bridge of his nose. Once more Thunder staggers back towards the corner, holding his nose and Colleen runs at him, Luther dropping his shoulder and sending her upwards and over the top rope with a back body drop. Colleen narrowly misses the ring post though not so lucky when it comes to the ring steps - her forehead clattering into the top as she lands on her knees.
Mark: When steel meets skull, steel wins! And Colleen may be out on her feet right now!
Alex: She usually is anyway, Mark. Junkies rarely are of clear mind.
Stepping through the ring ropes, Thunder drops off the ring apron and scoops Colleen up off the floor and slam her back first onto the top of the steel steps, revealing a cut on her forehead that is leaking blood. Pulling himself back up onto the ring apron, he takes two steps towards her and leaps off the apron and into an elbow drop to her heart that sees his foe spasm on the top step and roll all the way down to the bottom. Slowly getting back to his feet the Amsterdam Assassin moves around the ring, lifting up the ring apron and finally finding what he’s looking for as he brings out from underneath the ring a six pack of long necked beers and a doctors bag.
Mark: What the hell is this for?!
Alex: It’s called therapy, Mark. The best way to break a habit is to introduce a lure and see what the patient does. Knowing Colleen, she’ll have her mouth open begging for some of the devil’s elixir!
Moving back to the prone Colleen he leaves the six pack on the ring apron and drops to one knee by her head. Popping open the doctors bag he cradles her head in one hand and reaches into the bag, pulling out a bottle of pills that he smashes into her head, causing the plastic to break and spill tablets across the floor. He reaches into the bag again, pulling out another bottle and smashes that into her head. He repeats it a third and fourth time before using one of the shards of plastic to gouge at the cut that he’d opened up on his opponents head. Satisfied, he discards the plastic fragment and stands up, grabbing three bottles of beer from the six pack, he pops open the tops, drops back to one knee and upturns the bottles, pouring their contents over Colleen’s face. Discarding two bottles he drives the third into her head and then scoops up a handful of pills and as he pulls her up to her feet he tries to force them into her mouth, only for her to spit them out as he rolls her back into the ring and makes the cover.
Mark: What a low down disgusting piece of garbage Luther Thunder is!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!NO!!!!
Alex: You’re going to hell for saying that about a man of God, Mark!
Mark: I’ll save you a seat.
Colleen rolls the shoulder to break the pin at the last moment and Luther pulls her up to her feet and onto his shoulders, eyeing up the table in the corner he walks towards it, adjusting his grip on his foe only for Harmon to wiggle her way out of his hands, grabbing his head and taking him down with a neckbreaker. Rolling away Colleen tries to gather herself as Luther comes back to his feet and stomps on her lower back. Once more he tries to pull her up to her feet and Colleen strikes, driving the chair she had found herself lying on top of right into his gut, dropping it in order to hook his head and deliver a facebuster right into the middle of the metal.
Mark: A violent chair met Luther’s face, and at least it won’t hurt his looks any!
Alex: Your biased commentary continues to disgust me.
Rolling away, Colleen comes to her feet once more as Luther struggles to push himself upright onto her knees and as soon as he gets there, Colleen charges in and slams her foot into the back of his head with the glimmering warlock enzugiri causing Luther to spin and land face first on the mat. Immediately Colleen dives on top of him and attempts to lock in the TTFO crippler crossface submission only for Thunder to struggle instinctively and try to wiggle away to no avail as Colleen finally locks it in. Thunder refuses to quit as she pulls back on his head and he inches his way towards the corner, ignoring the ring ropes. Stretching out his hand he manages to wrap his fingers around one of the three remaining long neck bottles. Taking it in his hand he pushes up on the mat and in one motion, rolls and brings it up into her face, shattering the glass and securing the release. Holding his arm against him Luther comes up to his feet, bounces off the ropes and charges forward to deliver a big boot to the kneeling Colleen causing her to rock back on her haunches. Pulling her head forward, Thunder flips her up onto his shoulders and fights through the pain in his shoulder as he drives her downwards with a powerbomb right into the middle of the table, falling on top of her to make the cover.
Mark: GOOD GOD!
One…
Two….
….THREE!!!
Alex: That was…..excellent! Luther Thunder proved that right shall always be triumphant!
Mark: Kiss my ass. It was No Holds Barred, and it surely lived up to the billing here tonight! Luther pulls out the victory!
Phelps rings for the bell and Luther pushes the remnants of table away as he scooches towards the ropes and uses his good arm to pull himself upright.
John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall…LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Thunder raises his hand in the air in victory to the boos from the Toronto, Ontario crowd leaving the ring and heading up the ramp, one arm held against him, the other still raised in celebration as he allows a smile to creep across his face before the show cuts elsewhere.
Kyle’s Bad Night
Cassandra Paxton is the next face we see as the show cuts to the back, where she stands alongside the leader of Team Kyle and SVW’s CEO, Kyle Kilmeade.
Cassandra: Kyle, tonight has not gone well for your group at all. Neither Mika nor Samara left with the victory in their respective matches. And I just found out Marla Lee has suffered significant rib damage that is going to sideline her for an indeterminate amount of time.
Kyle’s arms are folded across his chest as he listens to her, nodding at each statement.
Kyle: I know all of those things, Cassandra. And you’re right, tonight was not a good night for my girls. And that kind of thing happens, it’s not a big deal right now because I have the power to make things happen around here. Tonight was an aberration. A blip. And it will be resolved at Champions Ball.
Cassandra: How so?
Kyle: I already made one match, a fatal four way for the SVW Defiance Championship when Anders defends against Ryan Sheffield AND both Samara and Mika. And between the two of them, I am extremely confident one of them is going to walk out of that show with the Defiance title.
Cassandra: Isn’t that kind of stacking the deck in your group’s favor?
Kyle gave her a bewildered look for a moment.
Kyle: How is that stacking the deck? Both of them have been earning their way into the division for weeks, one match doesn’t blow them completely out of the water. And at Champions Ball, they BOTH have a chance to win the title along with Ryan getting his rematch.
Cassandra: I suppose.
Kyle: I’m also ordering a Pride Championship match that night as well. Congratulations to Misty on achieving the title she’s wanted for months, good for her. But she beat Christopher Kane tonight, she didn’t beat Nessa. So at Champions Ball, she will face her for that title one on one.
Cassandra: Sounds fair.
Kyle: Thanks. Congratulations to the Queens once again on retaining the tag titles. At Champions Ball, they will defend those tag titles against the Unrepentant in a rematch from Extreme Prejudice. And this will be the Unrepentant’s last chance at the titles for a while. It’s do or die time. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to go see my favorite Savant and check on her.
Cassandra: That leaves your Team one down, with Marla now injured.
Kyle: Marla will always be a team, whether she’s injured or not. But don’t worry, Cassandra. There is a member of the group...you don’t even know about yet.
He gave her a pat on the cheek with a wink and headed off camera. From there, we are shown the story of Wendigo’s history with the Midas Touch.
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Re: SVW Climax 4 - August 10, 2014
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A video package shows us the final moments of the Midas Touch battle royal from Extreme Prejudice, where Wendigo ultimately wins to the delight of the fans. But then we are shown Todd’s reaction in the days to follow, including threatening legal action before Kyle makes the match official for tonight. We then head back into the arena as John Youle stands in the ring, holding the Midas Touch briefcase in his hand.
Mark: You just saw the events leading up to this historic match. Joining me is my Midas Touch broadcast colleague for the last two years and certainly no fan of Todd Williams in Caroline Stark. And Caroline, the Midas Touch has never been contested under these rules, so we are about to see a first time ever in SVW history.
Caroline: Certainly a historic moment but not exactly under the best terms and it may only get worse if that smug, loose-cornrow headed fuck leaves tonight with that briefcase.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Midas Touch briefcase! Furthermore, all four members of the Williams Dynasty have been banned from ringside!
Mark: Indeed they have, a ruling put forth by Kyle Kilmeade on the last edition of Uprising. If Todd is going to have that briefcase, he’s going to have to take it on his own merits against the Hall of Famer.
Caroline: So for those keeping track at home, his chances are ‘slim’ and ‘none’ with a ‘to’ thrown in the middle just for fun.
“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. The fans immediately boo him loudly and he shrugs it off as he finally reaches the ring. Todd grins as he walks inside the ring staring at all of the booing fans.
T-Will: HATERS GONNA HATE... YA’LL KNOW YA’LL LOVE ME
Todd grins as he receives more boos in return. He runs to the top of the turnbuckles raising his hand proudly in the air before he backflips off of them. He waits in the corner as money with his picture on it falls from the rafters.
John: Introducing first, he hails from Long Island, New York! This is….’THE REDEEMER’ TODD WILLIAMS!!!
Mark: Todd looks very very confident here tonight, with that ever present smile on his face. And apparently, we are being pelted with Todd’s personal currency. He always likes to give you and your brother money anyway, so I guess he figured he’d share it with everyone.
Caroline: .....Joy. What is this? Toddbacks? Toddjamins?
Mark: Reminds me of Batman when Joker rained money on the crowd. I keep looking for the nerve gas...
As the Take Back The Fear by Hail The Villain starts, Markus Vuletich walks out from the back, rolling his head between his shoulders. Standing centre stage the man takes a moment to listen to the crowd as he breathes deeply and started to stride towards the ring.
John: From Dawson City in the Yukon, Canada, standing 5’7” tall, weighing in at 172lbs and a two time SVW Champion…...WENDIGO!!!
As they get to the ring, Wendigo climbs the ring steps and hops through the middle ropes. Taking a couple of seconds he shadow boxes in the centre of the ring before walking back to his corner. Dropping onto his haunches he steadies himself by holding onto the second rope, looks up to the heavens, muttering a couple of words before his attention back to the ring and his opponent as he awaits the opening bell.
Mark: Wendigo has been wanting to get his hands on Todd for weeks, ever since he threatened that ridiculous lawsuit against SVW if he didn’t get the Midas Touch briefcase. And unless Todd can outright defeat Wendigo one on one, that man should leave tonight with the Midas Touch!
Caroline: Todd eerily enough has proven he’s still in-ring competent over the last year, at least as much as being a cheating shit... But in the case of these two, I expect the older man to have a better grasp of things and walk out tonight with the contract.
Referee Mickey McGuire calls for the bell to start the match as Todd takes the Midas Touch briefcase from the ring announcer before he exits the ring. John returns to the floor as Todd raises it high above his head with a grin on his face. McGuire tells him to relinquish the briefcase as Wendigo comes towards him next. Williams clocks Wendigo with the briefcase as he closes in and begins hammering it into his head with five repeated shots that puts him on the mat, leaving dents in the metal case as well. McGuire finally jerks it away from him as Todd mounts the Hall of Famer’s chest and begins to unload with straight right hands to his head one after another. He barks at the referee to ring the bell, as McGuire tries to ask Wendigo if he’s ready. But Todd doesn’t give him a chance to answer as he rolls to his feet, and drops a knee into Wendigo’s groin before telling the referee to ring the bell again. And the live crowd is already booing to a deafening level.
Caroline: The match hasn’t even began yet and Todd’s already proving exactly WHY HE SHOULDN’T BE WITHIN SMELLING DISTANCE OF THE DAMN THING!
Mark: Todd’s telling McGuire to ring the bell, but the referee has to check and make sure Wendigo wants to continue. I guarantee you he will...now where’s he going?
Todd tells him to ring it again as he rolls out to the floor, and retrieves a chair from under the ring. McGuire asks Wendigo if he wants to start the match as the Yukon native is clearly in pain, holding his groin. Williams rolls back in and cracks the chair across his back, asking the referee if he’s going to ring it yet. McGuire asks Wendigo again before Todd strikes a second time across his spine. He looks to McGuire again, shrugging his shoulders and crashing it a third time into the Hall of Famer’s back. And the fans in the arena throw debris into the ring as Todd lines up a headshot with the steel before the referee reluctantly calls for the bell.
Caroline: For those wondering at home, yes Todd Williams nearly got pelted with a half-eaten hot dog and... And damnit there’s the bell. This farce... This MATCH is underway.
Mark: I don’t think McGuire felt he had a choice, but be that as it may, it doesn’t matter now! Wendigo’s been battered and beaten, and now Todd’s about to win the Midas Touch!
Todd tossed the chair out of the ring as he dropped down to one knee and propped his elbow up on Wendigo’s chest where he rested his head, telling McGuire to make the count.
Mark: Wendigo’s not even going to get to throw a damn punch, and Williams has the cover!
Caroline: It can’t end like this!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Wendigo got his shoulder up before the three as Todd got to his knees and began to choke the life out of him for it. McGuire got a four count before he finally broke as the leader of the Dynasty got back to his feet, putting the boots to Wendigo now. The Yukon native tried to move towards the ropes before Todd stomped him in the back of the head. He dragged his neck across the bottom rope and stood on his back while holding the top rope, choking him again before he stepped off at four to keep from being disqualified.
Caroline: Wendigo’s proven time and time again that he can take it on the head like no one’s business. This is a man who wrestled a full scale match, got a briefcase edge to the head, bled all over the damn place and then wrestled ANOTHER full scale match.
Mark: Todd doesn’t want to be disqualified at all, but he’s taking every inch of that five count he can get. It has been all Todd since the bell rang and well before it rang too!
Todd pulled Wendigo back away from the ropes. He tried to roll over onto his stomach as Todd stepped over his back and double stomped it to drive him back down. He tried to get up again as Todd did it a second time. Williams adjusted his tights a little, looking around with a smile on his face as he left his feet again. This time, Wendigo rolled onto his back and Todd landed across his knees. The leader of the Dynasty’s face was frozen in pain as he staggered away and Wendigo started to try to get up, with the fans voraciously behind him.
Mark: If Wendigo doesn’t beat him, Todd’s ego will do it first! He’s too busy trying to piss off these fans in Toronto, and boy, did it cost him!
Caroline: SVW’s answer to Wolverine is back up and he’s got the opening he needs!
Todd made it to the ropes, still with pain etched on his face. Wendigo was back up and spun him around, laying into him with repeated right hands to the head one after another. He shoved him back into the ropes, and as Todd bounded forward, the Yukon native delivered a belly to belly suplex. He pulled him back up to his feet, shoving him into the ropes again. This time, he caught him with a sidewalk slam on the rebound. Wendigo clutched his lower back on impact, moving towards the ropes as Todd began to stir.
Mark: Wendigo bouncing Todd off those ropes and delivering some punishment. But with all the abuse his back has taken before the bell even rang, he’s feeling every bit of those moves as well.
Caroline: Williams forced up and hit with those carcinogenic blows from Wendigo, then comes the belly-to-belly and a textbook sidewalk slam!
Todd rolled onto his stomach and began to try and crawl away from Wendigo. But the Hall of Famer grabbed his leg before he could get far. Williams brought his feet in and shoved Wendigo off, causing him to bounce into the ropes this time. Todd rolled to his feet and went for a superkick as he rebounded. But Wendigo ducked the contact and ended up behind him. And as Todd spun around, Wendigo drove his hand into Todd’s abdomen and applied a stomach claw!
Caroline: ...Huh.
Todd tried to raise his arms to deliver a clubbing blow to get him to let go, but Wendigo then used his other hand and applied a second claw, this time under his armpit.
Mark: Two variations of the claw. You usually see them on the head, but Wendigo’s got two handfuls of Todd’s abdomen and Williams has to be in agony!
Caroline: My dad used to do that a lot back in the eighties. I’m having a bit of a flashback as I see Todd Williams looking in the most agonizing pain possible.
Todd screamed in pain before he raked his fingers across the Hall of Famer’s eyes, causing the break. Wendigo was blinding temporarily as Todd dropped his knees, holding his stomach in pain. Wendigo recovered quickly as Todd tried to get back up, and then applied a Tongan death grip instead!
Caroline: ...(The sound of a notebook and scribbling can be heard over Caroline’s headset.)
Mark: A Tongan death grip, and if Wendigo’s hands aren’t registered as dangerous weapons yet, they should be! Look at Todd’s face!
Once again, Todd jammed his thumb into Wendigo’s eyes to cause him to break the hold. Williams quickly dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring to escape. Wendigo held his lower back after he got his vision cleared. The Hall of Famer rolled out to the floor, stalking around the ring after him. He went to fire him into the barricade, but Todd blocked it and whipped him into the ring steps instead. Wendigo collided back first, dropping to a seat against the steps before Todd used a low sidekick to sandwich his head between Todd’s boot and the steps. He dropped to his knees, holding his arms to his body as the claw holds from before were still being felt. Williams rolled back into the ring, telling McGuire to count him out.
Caroline: The hell is Williams doing ...Can the Midas Touch switch hands via a count out? I mean if we count this like a title then for all intents and purposes Todd is about to kiss his one shot at the Midas Touch goodbye without even realizing it.
Mark: As I understand it, it’s not an official title in SVW. It’s a contract, which means it can be won any way as long as you get your hand raised. Either way, Wendigo needs to get back into the ring and quickly!
Wendigo started to slowly get back to his feet, staggering a few steps as he held his head before Todd took off and caught him with a baseball slide that sent him back first into the front of the broadcast table. Wendigo doubled over backwards and fell to the floor in front of Mark & Caroline before Todd rolled back out after him. The Dynasty leader bounced his head off the table before he waved towards the back for something. And the referee and all eyes fell on the ramp as Lawrence Williams began to make his way down to the ring with his attache case in hand.
Caroline: ...Wait... What the hell is he doing here? Let me get that list of... David Williams banned from ringside. Fiona Williams banned from ringside. Maia Lopez and Stephanie Sullivan banned from ringside... GAWDFUCKINGDAMNIT TODD!
Mark: McGuire just spotted Todd’s attorney, Lawrence Williams! And the legal beagle of WillCorp is on the apron discussing business with the referee! Meanwhile right here in front of us….
SMASH!!!
Todd had jerked up Caroline’s monitor and crashed it into Wendigo’s head on the floor. He stood over him and then cracked it across the back of his head before he left it on the table. A pool of blood began to form under Wendigo’s head on the floor.
Caroline: ....Wendigo’s head has been busted. Ladies and gentlemen I think... I-I think Wendigo is unconscious.
Mark: You’re damn right he is! Todd’s knocked him cold with your monitor, and now it’s only a matter of time! Would someone get that damn lawyer out of here?!
Todd dragged Wendigo’s unmoving body by the leg towards the ring before he pulled him up and shoved him into the ring. Wendigo rolled awkwardly under the bottom rope, and laid on his side with his arms over his head. The Dynasty leader crawled into the ring and gave Lawrence a thumbs up. The attorney hopped down to the floor.
Mark: Look at the way Wendigo’s laying, arms and legs akimbo. I don’t think he’s conscious at all. He looks like he was thrown from a car!
Todd rolled him onto his back and headed for the corner, climbing up to the top rope and pointing to the sky.
Caroline: Williams is signaling for the Knightmare... How very apropos considering what may be his in only seconds!
Mark: It’ll be a damn nightmare if Todd Williams has the Midas Touch!
Williams launched himself off the top rope with the swanton bomb, but Wendigo rolled out of the way as Todd crashed into the mat. The fans erupted as Wendigo started back to his feet, blood dripping down his face. He pulled Todd up and delivered the spike DDT into the guillotine choke!
Mark: NORTHERN LIGHTS OUT!! Todd’ll tap out or he’ll get choked out! Listen to this place!
Caroline: Judging by the crowd, they don’t care if he taps out regardless! They wanna see Todd’s head pop like a grape!
Wendigo cranked on the hold, trying to apply more and more pressure. Todd desperately tried to grab the ropes to get free, but none were in reach. Lawrence hopped up onto the apron again as the referee went to intercept him, but Wendigo didn’t let go!
Caroline: Now Lawrence is keeping McGuire occupied and... is... IS THAT THE SOUND OF TAPPING I HEAR!?
And Todd began tapping the mat feverishly as Lawrence kept the referee occupied.
Mark: HE’S TAPPING!! TODD’S TAPPING!!
Caroline: OH FOR THE FUCKING... TURN AROUND! TURN AROUND MCGUIRE! WHAT DOES SPOOK PAY YOU FOR MAN!?
Mark: This is over!! All McGuire has to do is turn around and see it for himself!
Todd continued to tap and Wendigo finally let go, looking around to see why he hadn’t heard a bell yet and seeing Lawrence on the apron. The attorney’s eyes widened to the size of light bulbs as Wendigo made a beeline for him, grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him in the ring. He balled up his fist as the fans were thunderous for him to hit him.
Mark: Go ahead….take his head off!! DO IT!!
Caroline: Wendigo’s about to clean Lawrence’s clock! ...What type of name is Lawrence anyway?
Wendigo clocked Lawrence with a straight right to the jaw that floored him as Todd crawled towards the attache case he left behind earlier. He opened it and removed something, clutching it to his body as McGuire tried to get the lawyer out of the ring.
Caroline: ...What did Todd just pull out from that case!?
Wendigo doubled back, pulling Todd up by the head from behind. Williams spun into him and plunged something into his chest as sparks flew out on contact. Wendigo’s body was animated for a second before he dropped to the mat and Todd shoved it out of the ring. The camera spotted it ringside as Lawrence rolled out of the ring and quickly scrambled to grab it. And the attorney quickly concealed a…
Mark: TODD JUST USED A TASER ON WENDIGO! A GODDAMNED TASER!!
Caroline: TODD WILLIAMS YOU HAVE HIT A NEW LEVEL OF BITCH MADE TONIGHT!
Lawrence grabbed his attache case, and quickly put the taser back into it on the floor. And Todd crawled across Wendigo for the cover. McGuire turned back towards the ring and quickly fell into position.
Mark: NO!!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mark: KICK OUT!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
The arena exploded in pure hatred as McGuire called for the bell. Todd sat up with a half smile on his face that broke into a full smile...and then into riotous laughter as his attorney slid into the ring. McGuire raised one hand as Lawrence raised the other.
Caroline: I’d like to repeat something I said on Twitter a while back to anyone on this earth who was rooting for Todd Williams, whoever you are. In the words of “Bunk” Moreland from The Wire. “You happy now, bitch?”
Mark: Absolute….horse shit! I don’t even want to hear this…
John: The winner of the match…..and the MIDAS TOUCH CONTRACT…..TODD WILLIAMS!!!
Todd rolled in laughter on the mat as Lawrence jerked the Midas Touch briefcase away from the referee. Williams clutched it to his body into almost a fetal position as he continued to laugh hysterically.
Caroline: ...Whoever wins the SVW Championship from here in, we all lose.
Mark: Todd Williams has the Midas Touch and a guaranteed title match anytime anywhere he so desires! Wendigo was SCREWED! We thought without the Dynasty, this would be a fair match, but we didn’t think about that goddamned lawyer! At some point, Caroline, possibly tonight in a few minutes…..Todd Williams could be the new SVW Champion!
Caroline: A thought, like the complete moral destruction of professional wrestling, that is not lost on me.
Medical staff headed to the ring to assist Wendigo as Todd got to his feet, climbing the turnbuckle and raising the Midas Touch briefcase high above his head. The fans resumed throwing things at him as Todd pressed a kiss to his briefcase.
Mark: I’ve been in this business for almost two decades, and I’ve never been as disgusted as I am right now. Todd Williams STOLE the Midas Touch with the help of his attorney, and God help us all if Stacey becomes a three time SVW Champion in just a little while…
Caroline: ...With any luck her and Todd will just destroy each other.
From there, we cut to a commercial for Ground Zero.
The Plan of Last Resort
The next image we see is that of Dexter McKenna, who is shown standing outside the office of the owner of SVW, Nick Flaherty.
Dexter: We just witnessed one of the biggest travesties in the history of SVW just now as Todd Williams now holds the Midas Touch after screwing Wendigo out of the match with the help of his attorney and a taser. I’m outside Nick Flaherty’s office, and I’m going to try to get some comment from him on what we just saw.
McKenna raps on the door for a moment as a very agitated looking Nick Flaherty steps out. His hand runs over his face and through his hair as he looks as though he is trying to maintain his composure.
Dexter: Nick, you just saw what the world saw a moment ago. Todd Williams now has official possession of the Midas Touch briefcase when he-
Nick: Screwed Wendigo, yeah. I saw it. It’s bulls….
He takes a deep breath and continues.
Nick: Yeah, he has the Midas Touch. I’d congratulate him if I liked him. I’m getting beyond tired of the Williams Dynasty. I can’t begin to describe just how much that is the case. They’ve stolen a Hall of Fame trophy that does not belong to them, and now they have stolen a contract that grants Todd a championship match anytime he wants.
Dexter: He could cash it in tonight, sir.
Nick: Oh, I know. I know very well that he could. But you see, Dexter, SVW has had more than one group try to ruin it. Every time i turn around, it seems like I have some new big bad trying to dominate my company. Where are those groups now? Do you see Legendary anywhere? Have you seen Gambini anywhere? No, they are all gone. They were run out of SVW, and the Dynasty will be no different.
McKenna nods his head as Nick continues.
Dexter: But what about Wendigo?
Nick: I’ll make it up to him, just like I promised I would with Colleen when she was screwed out of something she deserved and earned. Same goes for Wendigo. He may not have the Midas Touch right now, but...I promise he will get what he wanted ultimately. But as for the Dynasty…
He takes a deep breath again, still quite agitated.
Nick: I see only one way to resolve this problem. I see only one way to put the entire Dynasty down in one fell swoop. Now if you’ll excuse me, Dexter, I’m about to go put that plan into action.
Nick headed down the hallway, leaving the reporter with a very bewildered expression.
Dexter: But how?
The camera turned back towards Nick as he headed into one of the locker rooms, giving it a knock and letting himself in. The camera followed after him just as the door closed, with the name on the door reading “Chris Strike.”
From there, we go to a video package featuring the rivalry surrounding the SVW Championship.
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We are shown a video package of the long-standing rivalry between Rebecka Hate and Stacey dating back to last December. And from there, we head back into the arena as we see the shark cage being lowered to the floor.
Mark: It’s time to settle it, folks! What began at the end of last year is a long-running bitter feud between Rebecka and Stacey! And tonight, this will be the cap to that! The climax, if you will! And joining me for it is none other than Freya back in the booth again.
Freya: I’m sure you’re really love the break from Houser in this main event, that as you said, has been a long time in the making. Tiffany will be high above the ring in a cage stopping her from getting involved.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SVW Championship!
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, she hails from Stepney in London, England! Accompanied by Tiffany Spencer, this is…..’THE DREAM KILLER STACEY!!!
Mark: Stacey has made the point again and again how she has defeated Rebecka Hate in virtually every match they have ever had, save one. She left out a few details, but she is right about that. But she’ll have to do it tonight with her manager suspended above the ring in that shark cage, which means….she’s on her own!
Freya: I hope Becka isn’t selling Stacey short without Tiffany directly at ringside. Stacey’s one of the best in the business for a reason.
Referee Mickey McGuire heads towards Tiffany, pointing towards the shark cage. Both she and Stacey argue with him, as the blonde refuses to go inside. He shakes his head and moves toward the ring announcer, telling him something.
Mark: Spencer is refusing to go into that cage.
Freya: I don’t blame her. Confined spaces, up in the air, wouldn’t be my cup of tea.
John: I have just been informed by the referee that if Tiffany Spencer does not enter the cage, he will rule that Stacey has forfeited this match!
Both women are furious now as McGuire heads toward the cage, pointing inside.
Mark: Referee Mickey McGuire is laying down the law here. If Tiff doesn’t go in, Stacey will lose the title match by forfeit! And there’s no way she’s going to let that happen.
Freya: As well it should be. If they can’t follow the rules then why should they pay the damn price for it!
Tiffany moves towards the cage, arguing with the referee till he pushes her in and slams the door shut, locking it and placing the key in his pocket. Spencer is none too happy as she is shown being raised higher and higher till she is hung about fifteen feet over the ring.
Freya: If I was up there I’d probably be throwing up. Not a big fan of heights. We should’ve given her a go-go outfit.
Mark: She’ll have one hell of a view from up there, and we’ll at least have a fair match.
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 thunderous 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 waits for her opponent.
John: And her opponent, accompanied by Christian Kincaid, she hails from Westfield, New Jersey! She is the reigning and defending SVW Champion! Please welcome….REBECKA HATE!!!!
Rebecka looks up to Tiffany with a smirk, waving to her from the ring before she hands off the SVW Championship to the referee.
Mark: It’s fair to note that the only time Rebecka has beaten Stacey is when that woman was barred from ringside. If Stacey wants to take the title from her, she’s going to have to do it by herself! And I’m not sure Stacey can get the job done.
Freya: It’ll be a tall task for her. Rebecka is a powerhouse. A woman who can and will take Stacey apart piece by piece with no worry of Tiffany trying to get one over on her this evening. It’s all about fair play tonight. Best woman walks out as SVW Champion, and that’s way it should be!
McGuire holds the title high above his head before he calls for the bell. The crowd already begins chanting for the champion as Rebecka looks around the arena from her corner. Stacey flips them the bird before Hate starts towards her. The challenger steps out of the ring, shaking her head and telling the champion she’ll come in when she’s ready. McGuire began administering a ten count as Stacey strolled around the ring on the floor. Rebecka seemed a bit impatient, inviting her in and sitting on the middle rope for her to do so.
Freya: Well I guess Stacey wasn’t completely ready for this to begin. Taking her time, making Rebecka Hate wrestler on her terms. Not a terrible idea, but the longer you make Hate wait, the more she’s going to want to tear her apart.
Stacey shakes her head, moving away from that side of the ring as the referee continues his ten count of the challenger. She climbs up onto the apron, and the champion goes right for her. As Hate gets within arm’s reach, Stacey grabs her head and jerks her neck down across the bottom rope. The champion staggers back as Stacey slides into the ring and clobbers her from the blindside with a forearm shot to the back of the head. She then follows up with repeated elbow strikes on the same area before she shoves her down onto the mat, and begins choking the life out of her with both hands. McGuire begins a five count, upon which she breaks at four and then reapplies the choke again.
Freya: Stacey is always more than capable of taking the low road without any help. This is why she’s been champion before! She knows how to play around the rules.
Mark: Stacey is all class, and all of it low! She despises Rebecka, and she doesn’t give a damn what she has to do to defeat her and become a three time SVW Champion tonight.
She broke again on four as the challenger measured and delivered an elbow straight to her chest before she had a chance to sit up. Quickly back to her feet, she bounced off the near side and used a double stomp to her chest to follow that up. She began to unravel the tape around her wrist and pointed the referee towards Christian on the floor. When McGuire looked over at him, Stacey wrapped the tape around Hate’s neck and then her arm over that and began choking the life out of her again though the referee didn’t notice it because her arm was covering the tape!
Freya: This is quickly getting out of hand! Hate has been getting the life choked out of her. Stacey is using every trick in the book in the early going to keep the power house down.
Mark: Headlocks don’t make you choke, McGuire! Hate is getting mugged, and Stacey is keeping everything out of sight right now!
Rebecka coughed and tried to breathe, despite it appearing she was just in a headlock. Stacey finally let go and threw the tape away, burying her knee into her back and applying a rear chinlock, cranking her head back to add to the pressure. The champion continued to try to regain her breath, her face showing pain as she had Stacey’s knee in her back at the same time. The challenger raised her elbow and drove it right into the champion’s face, aiming for the nose. A second and third shot followed that before she laid her on the mat and stomped her head for good measure.
Mark: This may be the first time the champion’s gotten a full breath of air in this match, but not that it matters now. It has been all Dream Killer since the bell rang!
Freya: Stacey is just mauling the SVW Champion right now.
She pulled Rebecka up, firing a few shots into her abdomen before she shoved her back into the corner. Taking a moment to flip off the booing fans in the arena again, she licked her fingertips and delivered a knife edge chop to her chest. But it seemed to revive Rebecka more than hurt her. Hate’s face hardened and her eyes widened as Stacey hadn’t noticed, giving the crowd more static. She delivered a second chop across her chest as Rebecka nodded her head. Stacey looked up into her face as Hate told her to do it again! But the challenger never got the chance as Hate scooped her up by the neck with both hands and threw her into the same corner. And with a roar of the crowd, the champion began unloading with massive body shots before she scooped her up with a military press and launched her across the ring with a slam!
Freya: Holy bejesus! Remind me never to chop Rebecka Hate. That did nothing but fire up the champion.
Mark: Those chops had the wrong effect entirely, it was like they woke her up! And the challenger just flew halfway across the ring! And this is what Stacey MUST avoid!
Stacey started to get up as Rebecka jerked her up instead from behind. Grabbing the back of her head, she delivered quite a few headbutts to it and snapped her arms around her waist before tossing her with a release German suplex into the canvas. The challenger rolled to her stomach and started to get back up again before Rebecka bounced off the near side and delivered a running high knee to the side of her head that put her right back down! Christian looked on with a smile on his face from Hate’s corner as she pulled Stacey up again, hoisting her overhead with a gorilla press and once again, sent her flying across the ring with a massive slam.
Freya: This, yeah, this is what Stacey didn’t want to happen to her. Tiffany is beside herself up in that cage right now. Hate is just using Stacey as a rag doll.
Mark: Nothing Spencer can do but watch as her protege is literally being thrown around the ring like a sack of garbage!
The fans were solidly behind the champion as Rebecka crouched against the ropes, waving for the challenger to get up. Stacey began to stir, crawling towards the other side of the ring and grabbing the ropes to help her get back up. She pulled up just as Rebecka took off towards her with a lariat. But Stacey jerked the rope down as Hate toppled over, and by happenstance, getting her head caught between the top and middle ropes! The champion hung with the ropes around her neck as Stacey got back to her feet. She rolled out to the floor, grabbing her feet and trying to tighten the grip of the ropes on her neck as the champion’s face began to darken in color as she grasped for anything!
Freya: Oh christ! This is not good. Becka has already been choked enough in this match and now the ropes are in on the act. Nothing but good news for Stacey.
Mark: Look at her trying to make it worse, pulling her legs! Hate’s gonna get choked out in a matter of seconds if someone doesn’t do something!
Stacey continued to pull as the referee tried to untie the ropes, but the pulling just made them tighter. Rebecka’s face turned red quickly as Stacey’s manager shouted to choke her out from the shark cage above the ring. Hate brought her legs in and pistoned Stacey backwards to the floor, trying to get her feet under her on the apron as McGuire tried to get her free. Christian hopped up on the apron and began trying to move the ropes too as Rebecka started to finally get free. She made it, but as she turned around, Stacey jerked her off the apron into a spinebuster on the floor!
Mark: Rebecka got free finally with the help of her manager and the referee, but her head and body just smacked the floor out here with that spinebuster!
Freya: The impact of her back hitting the floor made me cringe. Stacey has to be thrilled. Despite Tiffany up in the cage this match is coming up Milhouse for her.
Stacey looked around, nodding her head with a smile before looking up to her mentor. She then began to pull the ringside mats back, exposing the concrete floor underneath them before she told the fans she was going to crack her head open. The boos only got louder as Stacey pulled Rebecka up and planted her head between her legs.
Mark: She’s going to piledrive her into the concrete. And I guarantee you if she does, she’ll become a three time SVW Champion...and Rebecka Hate will be on her way to an emergency room!
Freya: No one wants to see that happen except for Stacey, Tiffany, and whatever support they have here.
Stacey hooked her arms around her waist and went to bring her up, but the much taller Hate stood up and Stacey landed on the floor instead with a back body drop. The champion dropped to her knees, holding the back of her head from the spinebuster earlier. Stacey held her back, wincing in pain as she got up behind her. And as the champion started to rise back to her feet, a running bulldog from the challenger sent her face first into the floor anyway! Stacey rolled into the ring to break the count and right back out, looking down to Rebecka with a pained smile as she was still favoring her back.
Freya: Stacey is in firm control of this match and she has been for the most part. She’s kept the larger Hate down and it’s worked well for her. Could be moments away from Stacey becoming SVW Champion again.
Mark: Maybe she’s right, Freya. Maybe Stacey just has Rebecka’s number, and maybe it’s only a matter of time before she does become champion for the third time!
Stacey pulled Rebecka up and shoved her into the ring under the bottom rope. She slid in after her and hooked her leg for the cover.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Hate’s arm came up before the three as Stacey started to get back up, shaking her head. The challenger climbed up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside and came off with a measured elbow right to the head. A grin formed on her face as she gave the sign for Rebecka’s finisher, the pumphandle slam. This only brought the boos out further as she pulled the champion up and got her into position for Hate’s own finisher.
Mark: Stacey….she’s going to use Hate’s own finisher to put her away! That’s humiliating for the champion….especially if it works!
Freya: It would be one of the most humiliating ways for Hate to lose her championship if this happens. Stacey would never let her forget who has her number AND her move!
And with one fell swoop, Stacey hoisted up Rebecka and planted her with the pumphandle slam into the mat. She walked towards the ropes, taunting the fans as she dusted her hands. And meanwhile behind her, Rebecka sat up and looked over her shoulder at Stacey, shaking her head.
Mark: Stacey with the pumphandle, and this is…...Look at that!!
Freya: ...Holy moses. THAT FIRED UP HATE! WHAT IN THE WORLD?
Stacey continued to jaw at the fans as Rebecka got back to her feet behind her. Her body shook with anger as she waved her to turn back around. And as soon as the challenger did, Hate exploded towards her with a massive spear that sent them both through the ropes to the floor! Stacey smacked the floor around ringside as Rebecka started to get back up, her lips quivering as her teeth flashed underneath them.
Freya: GOOD GOD! Stacey might be broken in half, Mark! Hate is full of what her name implies! She wants to maim the challenger.
Mark: From the ring to the floor! Rebecka Hate is back in this! And that right there is explosive power! I’m telling you that woman is a phenom!
Hate pulled Stacey up into another press slam, but threw her into the ring. The challenger rolled a few feet on the mat as the champion climbed up onto the apron and stepped back inside. Standing over the challenger, she reached down and grabbed her around the throat with both hands before lifting her off the ground. Stacey’s feet dangled before Rebecka planted her with a Rydeen bomb! The Dream Killer’s body bounced off the mat as Tiffany was furious in the shark cage, shaking the door!
Mark: One emphatic Rydeen bomb, and Rebecka Hate is going to leave Toronto with the SVW Championship! Stacey is out cold!
Freya: This might be all there is to! If Hate pins her, I think that’ll be a night.
The champion dropped down, hooking Stacey’s leg as McGuire fell into position.
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!
Stacey’s arm came up right at three as the champion asked McGuire if he was sure. The referee held up two fingers as the champion got back to her feet, giving the sign of the last rites as she looked to the crowd.
Freya: That might’ve not been it but if she’s going for the pumphandle, that will be it!
Mark: Stacey survived the bomb, but she won’t outlast the pumphandle! This is it! The fans are on their feet, they want to see it!
Rebecka leaned down, pulling Stacey up and planting her head between her legs. She went to grab Stacey’s arm, but the challenger swept her legs out from under her and stood up. And in one fluid motion, she catapulted Rebecka into the corner where Hate struck the ringpost on impact! Stacey sat up and flopped back down to the mat, trying to get her bearings!
Mark: Stacey must have felt it coming! She should, she’s been in it enough times! And she just created an opening….and boy did she need one!
Freya: Hate struck that ring post with a lot of impact. You’re exactly right, that was what Stacey needed.
Stacey crawled towards Rebecka and rolled her up in the corner! McGuire fell into position!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!
Hate got her leg across the bottom rope as McGuire pointed it out to Stacey. He held up two fingers as Stacey was getting angry. She crawled out of the corner, using the ropes to help her get up as McGuire checked on Rebecka, who had started to stir. Stacey began to tap her foot on the mat and launched off the ropes with a superkick…...to the referee! McGuire hit the mat like a sack of bricks as Stacey stood over him!
Mark: Stacey just….jacked McGuire’s jaw!! It’s not his fault Hate got her leg across the rope!
Freya: That was extremely uncalled for and a total lack of professionalism on Stacey. So, basically, it’s what we’ve come to expect from her. Now we have no ref.
Stacey glanced over to Rebecka, and then down to the unconscious referee before she leaned down and began to reach into his pockets. A smile formed on her face as she produced the key to the shark cage, holding it up with a glance up to her mentor who had her hand fed through the bars ready to catch it.
Freya: Oh no. They should’ve given the key to someone else! Tiffany might be freed soon.
Mark: That’s why she did it!! She wanted the key, and I’m begging another referee to come down!
Stacey tossed the key between her hands, looking up to Tiffany as she moved closer to the cage. The live crowd was deafening in their hatred here as Stacey looked up to her mentor, as Spencer told her to give it to her. Meanwhile, Christian was reviving Rebecka in the corner. Hate started to get back up to her feet now.
Mark: Kincaid knows what happens if that cage door gets unlocked, and he’s got his champion back up! Stacey doesn’t see it!
Freya: Good job Christian! That’s what a great manager does. Great managers don’t get locked up in a cage for being a pest!
Stacey went to throw the key up, but Hate grabbed her wrist and twisted it around. Stacey turned inward with a yelp of pain as Hate made her drop the key into her other hand. Stacey got her wrist free in time to see the champion hurl the key out into the crowd. The challenger’s eyes went wide as she watched the key go flying! And Hate mowed her down with a massive lariat immediately after.
Freya: So much for Tiffany getting free! Hate made damn sure that wasn’t going to happen. Some fan has that key now and it’ll take a ransom to get it!
Mark: Sorry, Tiff. You’re not going anywhere tonight! And Stacey just got beheaded nearly off that lariat!
Hate gave the sign again, pulling Stacey up and putting her into position. And with one fluid motion, Hate hit the pumphandle slam and drove Stacey into the canvas!
Mark: SACRAMENT OF CHAOS!! Game over!!
She dropped down and hooked the leg, but McGuire was still out cold. Hate hit the mat herself three times as Christian grabbed a bottled water from a fan and poured it on the referee’s face.
Freya: Stacey has still managed to screw over Becka right now thanks to that superkick to McGuire! Becka could be leaving with that title right now but noooo!
Mark: Kincaid’s trying to revive McGuire with the water, but by the time he gets woken up…..here comes another referee!!
Senior referee Angela Rocca took off towards the ring and slid inside. Rebecka watched as she dropped into position to make the count!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Stacey’s shoulder popped up before the three, much to the chagrin of the crowd.
Freya: Dammit! So close. So very close.
Mark: It took too long! Stacey had several seconds to recover before the referee got out here! And look up in that shark cage.
Tiffany was leaned against the far wall of the cage and began to kick the door as hard as she could, shaking it against the hinges with repeated kicks. Rebecka got back up to her feet, looking up to see Tiffany literally trying to kick the door open above her head!
Freya: This is not good. That could come crashing down on the ring landing on someone! Tiffany is trying everything that she can to get out of the cage.
Mark: Hate just spotted her, I don’t know how strong that door is but Tiffany’s gonna find out before we’re done!
Stacey began to stir on the canvas as Hate pointed up to the cage, as the referee looked up to see what was going on herself. The champion shouted up at her as Stacey got back to her feet. Hate turned back towards Stacey as the challenger scooped her up and delivered the Death Valley Driver!
Mark: THE KISS OF DEATH!! Stacey hit the Driver, and this crowd is about to snap! She’s gonna do it anyway!!
Freya: Three seconds away from Stacey becoming SVW Champion yet again! Will she prove everyone right when she says she has Hate’s number?!
The Dream Killer fell into the cover, hooking Hate’s leg! Rocca moved into position!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!
Hate’s shoulder popped up and right back down to the canvas as Stacey’s eyes widened before she started pounding the mat in frustration.
Freya: THAT WAS CLOSE! Wow. I’ve never seen it that close before and I’ve seen a lot of close calls before. Stacey is about ready to pitch a fit.
Mark: Hate survived the driver, and Stacey’s snapped!
She got back to her feet, staggering and falling into Rocca as she grabbed her shirt, screaming at her. The referee tried to get her shirt free of Stacey’s grasp as Rebecka was beginning to stir. Meanwhile high above the ring, the cage door was becoming loose and warped as Tiffany continued to kick the door repeatedly with all her might.
Mark: Stacey is half conscious and damn near begging the referee to count the fall! But the champion...she’s starting to move! And that cage door…..it’s not gonna last much longer!
Freya: No it’s not. This is becoming insane, Mark. Stacey is just losing it right now.
The referee finally got free of Stacey’s grip as Hate was back up. Stacey rose to her feet and turned around, walking into a kick to the gut that doubled her over. The champion quickly fed her arm through her legs and hoisted her up for the pumphandle!
Mark: She got up from one pumphandle, but she won’t get up from two!!
Hate planted her with the pumphandle into the canvas as the crowd erupted! Stacey’s body bounced and rolled on the mat before Hate stopped her and went for the cover!
Freya: OVER! This has to be it!
ONE!!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WAIT!
Rocca pointed to Stacey’s leg hanging over the apron and halted the count. Hate looked from her to the dangling leg and jerked her back into the ring, hooking that leg this time!
ONE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!
Stacey’s arm spasmed off the canvas as Rocca held up two fingers. Hate’s face was thunderous!
Freya: The ring awareness was great to know where Stacey was to put her foot under the ropes. Gave her enough time to kick out of the pumphandle again!
Hate got back to her feet, pacing back and forth for a moment as Christian got her attention, giving her the signal for something as he told her to stay focused. Stacey started to get back to her feet very very slowly as Hate went towards her. Stacey caught her with a kick to the gut, and hoisted her back onto her shoulders for another Driver!
Mark: That’ll do it!! That has to do it! What more can she do if it’s not?!
Just overhead, the cage door was warped and about to come loose!
Freya: That’s coming close to crashing down and Tiffany along with it!
As Stacey went for the Driver, Rebecka countered and landed on her feet! She shoved Stacey off, and the Dream Killer hit the ropes. She went for a leap frog, but Hate never bent over and caught her in midair and turned her upside down instead! Christian brought his fists together and made a downward motion on the floor as Hate took off, and delivered a running tombstone piledriver!
Freya: WHOA! Did you see that? Tombstone and that’ll be all.
The champion fell across her, hooking the leg as Rocca dove into position!
ONE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Rocca called for the bell as the live crowd exploded! Rebecka sat up on her knees and collapsed into leaning against the ropes.
Mark: My God….they threw everything they had at each other! But Rebecka Hate….did it again!! And she damn sure knows she went through a war here tonight!
Freya: Stacey was wrong! Hate can beat her and she sure as hell just did to retain the SVW Championship in the main event of Climax!
Tiffany dropped to a seat on the cage as the door literally hung off one hinge, her face in shock as she looked down at her protege.
John: The winner of the match…..and STILL SVW CHAMPION…..REBECKA HATE!!!
Christian slid into the ring and helped her to her feet, raising her hand as the referee did the other. Rocca handed her the title as she raised it above her head.
Mark: I’ll give the devil her due. Stacey fought the hardest match I’ve seen her have in years, what is it they say about champions? They find a way to win, and that’s what Rebecka did here tonight!
Freya: That she did. Stacey gave it everything she had on her own, and she couldn’t do it. Hate looks proud, Christian is thrilled! Tiffany is damn near in tears.
The shark cage began to lower towards the ground as Christian applauded his champion. Rebecka climbed the middle turnbuckle and shoved the title aloft to the delight of the fans.
Mark: On SVW’s biggest night, Rebecka Hate turned back her toughest challenge yet! Stacey is now locked out of the title picture as long as Hate is champion! And I’m being told...hang on…..Rebecka’s next challenger is already decided! At Champions Ball on free television in September, it’s going to be a rematch for the SVW Championship when Rebecka faces Colleen!
Freya: As it damn well should be! What a great win for Rebecka tonight, a championship defining win, and now she gets to go back in there against Colleen and hopefully no one inserts themselves into it at Champions Ball!
Mark: Fans, tonight has been one hell of a rollercoaster ride but it ended with Rebecka Hate still on top of the mountain in SVW! Thank you for joining us! This has damn sure been one hell of a Climax!
The final image is of the fans roaring in approval as Rebecka clutches the SVW Championship to her chest alongside her manager.
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