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SVW Uprising – Episode Fifty
Live from the Kohl Center in Madison, Wisconsin!
November 16, 2014
The SVW logo is shown ordering its copy of Ground Zero on the SVW merchandise website before a very familiar tune begins to play as it heads for the television. And immediately, we go live to Uprising as a chorus of boos await the second in command of Sex & Violence Wrestling when his music begins to play over the PA system.
If you having girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Mark: Welcome to the Kohl Center here in Madison, Wisconsin! And as you can hear, we are expecting some news from Kyle Kilmeade. And...there he is!
Kyle emerges at the top of the ramp, dressed in a black suit and matching shirt with a blood red tie. He listens to the chorus of boos he receives from the fans before shaking his head and making his way towards the ring.
Alex: Why are these people booing? This is the most competent member of SVW management, far better than Flaherty’s favorites.
Kyle climbs into the ring, picking up the microphone left in the corner for him. A shake of his head, Kyle makes the cutting motion for his music before he begins.
Kyle: Thanks for that. No, really. Listen, I want to be done with this and be out of here more than you want me to be, I promise you that. So let me get down to business. Last week at Aggression, I planned to address all of you but I had some business to attend to that took up most of my night. So let’s start with something that happened Monday night. Roll the footage.
Kyle gestures towards the video wall as we go back to Aggression last Monday.
~ ~ ~
Tifa charges and spears Raquel to the mat as both Freya and Mickey pull themselves to their feet. Freya is just a hair faster and comes up behind Mickey and hooks her arms. She snaps her hip and takes Mickey over and with a tiger suplex. Freya holds the move to make the pin.
One!!!
Two!!!
Thre…
Mark: What that?
Eve: I don't know think this is suppose to happen.
The lights in the arena suddenly go out leaving everything in darkness for a few seconds, before the video screen lights up. On the screen is FFW star, and Tifa’s When Worlds Collide 3 opponent, Jodie Gray.
Mark: What is she doing here?
Eve: Wait... She doesn't work here, does she?
Mark: She does not.
The house lights starts to come back on as the camera pans out to show Jodie with her Hand of God, Mandible Claw maneuver, on Chase Culbreth.
Eve: What?!? Why is she?!?
Mark: Mind games.
Tifa looks back at Freya for a moment and then takes off toward the backstage area as the screen cuts out.
~ ~ ~
The show goes back to live action as we see Kyle again in the ring, boos ringing out through the Kohl Center at what they witnessed on the video wall.
Kyle: The woman in that video really needs no introduction at all. And what you just saw wasn’t some random incident. Because as of last Monday, the newest signed talent to the SVW roster….’The Queen of Games’ Jodie Gray!
Mark: Kyle brought Jodie to SVW?!
Alex: Somewhere, Tifa Heafy’s head exploded. Luckily there won’t be much cleaning up as a result.
Kyle: Jodie Gray has been on a meteoric rise in the business this year, and she is one of the fastest rising stars today. She’ll be rising here as well. And in two weeks from tonight, Jodie Gray will be here at Uprising and she will be personally addressing all of you, and especially Tifa Heafy.
Mark: I wasn’t expecting Jodie at all, but the Queen of Games will be here at the next Uprising. I’m curious to hear what’s on her mind and why she joined SVW.
Kyle: See, I’m all about bringing the top talent in the world to SVW. Sometimes they are like Lansbury, and they wash out and prove they aren’t ready for this. But I am positive that won’t be the case with Jodie. SVW is a place that the best in the world thrive and survive. It’s not for everyone. Sometimes people can thrive on their own and other times, they like to travel in packs. I mean, look at all the groups we have running around right now. You got the Williams Dynasty….
That mention draws nothing but boos from the fans.
Kyle: You got the Femme Fatales….
More boos from the live crowd follow that.
Kyle: And then you got Club CK. Quite frankly, there’s a few too many groups in SVW. And tonight here in this hellhole, I’m going to lighten that load just a little. Not too long ago, Nick Flaherty told me that he had to have complete oversight over Team Kyle and any matches I booked for them. Well Nick...and all of you here tonight and watching around the world….I am officially dissolving Team Kyle.
Mark: Team Kyle has been broken up...by Kyle of all people?! We’re certainly kicking off Uprising with some big news!
Alex: Such a shame, they are such lovely girls.
Kyle: Now don’t go reading into this too much. There’s no dissension. I’m not angry at them, they have no reason to be angry with me. The thing is I’m not really in need of oversight. And if being associated with me...publicly...is going to cause their careers to possibly be hampered by Nick, then there’s no reason for it to continue. I’m not going to stand in any of their ways.
Alex: What a magnanimous gesture from Mr. Kilmeade! He’s doing it for them!
Mark: Yeah, right. There’s more to this than meets the eye, I guarantee it.
Kyle: So with that said, allow me to make a couple announcements for Criminal Intent. As you already know, Mika Demidov is going to be challenging for the SVW Defiance Championship. And as of last week, that champion is still Ryan Sheffield. So when those two meet at Criminal Intent on February 15 for the Defiance title, I will be appointing a special guest referee to be in charge of the match. Someone who knows what to look for, who knows what to expect…. me!
Mark: Oh yeah, because that’s fair!
Alex: I applaud this decision, Mark! Kyle will make an outstanding referee!
Mark: You’re telling me this isn’t to screw over Ryan? Please! This is why he’s disbanding the group, so he can do favors for them without having to go through Nick!
Kyle: And even though my group is officially no more, you shouldn’t worry about me having any bias in the Defiance Championship match at Criminal Intent.
More boos come from that.
Kyle: Furthermore that night, you will see Pollaski challenging either Brad Kane or Phobos for the SVW Chaos Championship as well. That match was made by Nick.
It also got a pop from the crowd.
Kyle: You will see the return of Ultimate X for the SVW Adrenaline Championship. Two names already confirmed for that match….Fiona Williams and Christopher Kane!
The first name didn’t, but the second name really got a pop.
Kyle: And right here on the next Uprising, the last SVW show of 2014, it is going to be a night worthy of being a Pay Per View. You will see Colleen defend the SVW Championship against Luther Thunder! You will see Brad Kane defend the Chaos Championship in a Falls Count Anywhere rematch with Phobos. It will be the title versus the streak when Hayley Dark defends the SVW Adrenaline Championship against Kelly McGuffin!
All these announcements draw quite the pops.
Kyle: Freya Kane will go one on one with Mika Demidov! Abominable Bitchsauce will meet Misty Whitmore and a partner of her choosing! And in a rematch from last year’s When Worlds Collide, Wendy Briese from FFW will meet Wendigo! Like I said, two weeks from tonight might as well be a Pay Per View! And believe me when I tell you...it’ll be a night that you won’t soon forget.
He gave a wink to the camera with a grin before his music began to play again, and Uprising went to a commercial break.
Youle: The following tag team match is set for one fall.
Mark: This should be an interesting one. Who is going to team with Crystal Hate.
Eve: Not sure who would want to.
Mark: We’ll find out soon
The opening guitar strains of Just A Girl echo through the arena as the arena darkens and a purple hue surrounds the stage. A spotlight appears at the entranceway and as Gwen Stefani begins to sing, Harmony trots out onto the staging with a huge smile and pauses at the top, looking out at the fans before the song kicking in full force prompts an explosion of silver sparkling pyro either side of Harmony, who throws a hand up to the sky.
She strides down the ramp, taking a little time to make contact with the fans before she hops onto the apron on one knee and stands up, launching herself over the top rope with both hands. She leaps onto the middle rope and poses to the fans, blowing a kiss out to them before jumping down and staying loose.
John: Introducing, from London, England and weighing 137lbs, this is Harmony!
The lights dim down as “What’s Golden” by Jurassic 5 blares through the P.A. system. When the beat drops Mia Heafy exits from the backstage, appearing on the stage. The fans cheer for her as she takes a bow. Slowly she walks to the ring, slapping the hands of numerous fans who show their love for her.
John: Introducing from the Windy City, Chicago, Illinois… she is Mia Heafy!!!
Mia takes a trip around ringside still thanking all the fans for their support over the years before hopping to the ring apron. After entering the ring Mia heads to the nearest turnbuckle and smiles at the fans causing a lot of pictures to snap off. She backflips off and then retreats to the same corner, waiting for the match to start.
Smoke starts to fill the top of the ramp way as the opening strand of “Rev 22:20” by Puscifer starts to play. The lights fade to a soft solitary green spotlight in the center of the ramp way. The fans instantly start to boo as Crystal Hate walks onto the ramp way with a black cloak with an upside down silver pentagram on the back.
Don't be aroused
By my confession
Unless you don't give a good god damn about redemption
I know . Christ is coming
So am I
And you would too if this sexy devil caught your eye
She'll suck you dry
And still you cry
To be back in her bosom
To do it again
She'll make you weak
And moan and cry
To be back in her bosom
To do it again
Crystal smirks as she ignores the boos that are coming from the fans. Halfway down the ramp, Crystal takes a knee as the lights go completely out for a second before turning back on to find Crystal in the ring.
Pray
Till I go blind
Pray
cuz nobody ever survives
I'm praying to stay alive just to die a little longer
Saviors and saints and devils and demons alike
She'll eat you alive
Crystal chuckles as she takes off the cloak to reveal her ring gear before hopping onto the turn buckles to flip off the fans. She hops out of the corner as she waits for the bell.
John: Now entering the ring, she hails for Victoria, MN and weighs in at 162 pounds. She is the Harbinger of Shadows, Crystal Hate.
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.
Mark: What? Seriously?
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.
Eve: I guess this is one of those blood is thicker than water situations.
Mark: I can only assume it is. Especially since she still has a match later in tonights main event.
Eve: for her sake, I hope this match doesn’t take too much out of her. She is going to need everything she has when she goes against Wenigo.
The team of Harmony and Mia talk it over and agree to let Harmony start to the match. She steps forward as Rebecka tells her sister to step up and take the opening, as she moves to the apron. Crystal grumbles at Rebecka as Roger Weatherby calls for the bell. Harmony take another step forward and Crystal. The younger Hate sister steps back and tag in her sister and steps out on the apron. With a glare, and some urging from Roger Weatherby, Rebecka steps back in the ring. Rebecka and Harmony look across the ring at one another and step forward for a collar and elbow ties up. Rebecka uses her size and strength to her advantage right away, jerking Harmony into headlock. Harmony responds with a few forearm shots into abdomen, pushing her back against the ropes. Harmony pushes Rebecka off as she sends her across the ring. She goes for a shoulder tackle but it’s Rebecka who drives her shoulder into Harmony, sending her crashing to the mat.
Mark: Rebecka Hate showing off the size and power advantage there.
Eve: Doesn’t seem like the best choice to try and shoulder table and of the Hate sisters. They are all pretty big and strong.
Mark: I think it’s safe to say it’s something Harmony won’t try it again.
Harmony scrambles up to her feet and turns toward the former SVW champio, only to be grabbed and nailed with a hard headbutt to the face. Harmony rolls over to her corner and tags in Mia. The highflyer charges in at Rebecka, ducking the clothesline try, Mia pops up behind the Hate sister and dropkicks her into the back. Mia shoves Rebecka into a neutral corner. MIa chargers at her, but it’s Rebecka who explodes out of the corner nailing Mia with a heart punch. The Madison crowd ohhs as Mia falls to the mat and Rebecka stomps over to Crystal, tagging her in.
Mark: Rebecka basically slapped her sister on that tag.
Eve: Pretty clear she doesn’t really want to be out here for this match, not that I can blame her. If I had a sister, I won’t want to be pulled into clean up a mess that she started out of jealousy.
Mark: Especially when you already have your own business to deal with.
Crystal hurries in the ring and jerks Mia away from the ropes and falls for the cover.
One!!
Tw…
Harmony kicks Crystal off her partner. Harmony turns to face Rebecka, but she never steps in the ring to help her sister. Weatherby order Harmony out of the ring as Mia stumbles but as Crystal does. Crystal whips MIa across the ring and drops her head to flip Mia over on the rebound, but Mia sees it coming licks Crystal in the chest and face. Crystal pops up holding her face, allowing Mia to drop kick low to her knee to make her falls to kneeling position. Mis stay on the offensive and laches out with her foot and kicks Crystal right across the spine. Mia tags Harmony back in the match. She kicks Crystal in the stomach and takes her down with a quickly, but perfect, snap suplex. Harmony, hooks Crystal leg as she goes for the pin.
One!!!
Two…
Kickout!!!
Mark: Crystal might have kicked out there, but can’t help but notice that Rebecka didn’t even try to help Crystal get out of that pin.
Eve: She didn’t even flinch. Might as well have been checking her nails.
Mark: Not sure how often she does that.
Both Harmony and Crystal get to their feet around the same time, with Crystal giving her partner a glance for not trying to help more. The momentary distraction was enough for Harmony to drop Crystal with a pele kick. Harmony quickly tags in Mia, who jumps up on the top rope. Crystal scrambles to her feet as Mia jumps off the top and catches Crystal and takes her down with a hurricanrana into a pin.
One!!!
Two!!!
T…
Kickout!!!
Again Rebecka does move from her spot to stop the pin, letting Crystal kick out on her own.
Mark: Rebecka’s strategy appears to be to expel as little energy as possible in this match.
Eve: Sounds like a sound strategy. It would be smarter to not be in there at all, but since she is.
Mark: That or she knows her sister deserves to get her butt kicked. She ruined a great match at Ground Zero. She ruined an amazing opportunity for two up and coming SVW stars. They have every right to team up and beat and crap out of her.
Crystal is jerked up by Mia, but grows tired of it and shoves the smaller Mia away. Mia charges back at Crystal, but is flip inside out with a quick and powerful clotheslines from Crystal Hate. Crystal stomps on the fallen Mia several times before pulling her up and throwing Mia into her teams corner. She tag in Rebecka ,who steps in the ring and goes to straight to work driving the air from Mia’s lungs with knee lifts to the gut. Rebecka steps back and then drives a back elbow into Mia’s face, causing her to slip down into a sitting position in the corner. Rebecka walks around the ring taunting Harmony a bit before she charges in at the seated Mia and hits her bronco buster. While she bounced on Mia, Crystal reaches in and tag herself back in the match.
Eve: Rebecka looks less than please with Crystal tagging herself into the match.
Mark: I think it has more to do with the fact that Crystal tagged herself in. Rebecka had firm control over the match.
The Hate sisters swap places again. Crystal runs around the ring and then at Mia, who is still in the corner, and goes for the same bronco buster that her sister had just performed. However, this time around there was no Mia. Rebecka shakes her head as Mia crawls toward her corner.
Mark: Crystal tried to one up Rebecka and it backfired on her.
Eve: Couldn’t happen to a nicer person.
After some hesitation, she slaps Crystal on the back to make her self the legal member of her
team. Rebecka marches over and grabs Mia's leg, pulling her up to a standing position. Mia, one one leg leaps and kicks Rebecka in the back of the head with an enziguri type kick. Mia jumps up and makes the tag to Harmony. She climbs right up to the top turnbuckle and dives off taking Rebecka down with a Crossbody block. Harmony stays on top of Rebecka and hooks her leg.
One!!!
Two!!!
Kickout!!!
Mark: Harmony nearly surprised Rebecka Hate with that cross body block.
Harmony jumps up, waits for Rebecka to move closer to her feet, the springboards off the ropes, flipping over Rebecka. She catches and takes Rebecka down with a springboard reverse DDT. Harmony makes another cover.
One!!!
Two!!!
Th…
Crystal is in to make the save this time. Harmony rolls over and makes the tag to Mia, while Weatherby is getting Crystal back to her corner. Mia is up on the top, once Rebecka is up to her feet, she jumps off and catches the former SVW champion with a tornado DDT. Mia goes for the pin. Weatherby doesn’t make the count, bringin boos from the crowd in Madison. Mia yells for him to make the count, but he refuses saying that she isn’t the legal member of her team.
Eve: What?!?
Mark: Roger Weatherby was busy with Crystal and didn’t see the tag.
Eve: Mia could have had this match won.
Mark: A pin, even in a tag team match, over someone like Rebecka Hate would have been huge for Mia.
Eve: I think she would still rather pin Crystal.
Mark: Not that anyone could blame her.
Mia rolls her eyes as she steps out of the ring and Harmony back in. Harmony glares at Weatherby as she stomps past and goes kicks Rebecka across the back as she tries to get up. She pulls Rebecka up and jumps up for a hurricanrana, but the New Jersey Native doesn’t cooperate. Rebecka instead turns the moves into a hard power bomb, driving Harmony spine first right into the mat. Rebecka marches around the ring slashing her throat with her finger. Rebecka jerks Harmony up, kick her in the gut and brings her arm between her legs. She lifts Mia up and drops her with a pump handle slam.
Mark: Sacrament of Chaos!
Eve: Where is Crystal? SHe not on the apron anymore.
Rebecka falls to make the cover. Mia starts to climb in the ring to save her partner but is surprised when Crystal, who had run to the other side of the ring, jerks her off the ring apron.
Mark: There she is, taking the easy way as usual.
One!!!
Two!!!
Three!!!
Weatherby tries to lift Rebecka’s hand, but she jerks away and climbs out of the ring.
Youle: Your winners, the team of Rebecka and Crystal Hate!!!
However, Crystal has no issue taking the credit. She tells Weatherby to raise her hand in victory as she celebrates the win.
Mark: Rebecka Hate has no interest in celebrating this win.
Eve: Her sister is doing enough for the both of them. You’d think she just won a titles the way she is jumping around the ring.
I Don’t Want Your Help
Miranda Meadows is backstage in the interview area, mic in hand as Linda Ragnal stands next to her. Linda's arms are crossed, her eyes looking at the camera as she waits for Miranda's first question.
Miranda: Linda, first of all I'd like to welcome you back to the wrestling ring after your SVW debut at Aggression a few weeks back. Unfortunately, things didn't turn out the way you wanted them to, I'd assume.
Linda: Absolutely not.
She shakes her head.
Linda: Had Matt Stone and I had a normal competitive fight and I still lost, then I wouldn't have a problem with how things went. The ref missed Stone's leg hitting the ropes...after the count was over...then he missed Stone grabbing the seat of my jeans and rolling me up for the pin. Had that pin been more clean, I could have walked away from this with no problems. But Nick Flaherty was nice enough to let me have a rematch with Stone, and I'm hoping tonight's the night I have my first victory in SVW.
Miranda: As a veteran of the ring, what's your strategy for Stone this time?
Linda: I think the answer's simple there; keep an eye on Stone. Make sure the ref is keeping HIS eye on Stone. And if anything else, avoid pinfalls so close to the ropes so that God help him, Stone doesn't try to pull anymore funny business. Because I'm not going to let him cheat his way through again.
Miranda: One other thing. Matt brought up a few days ago that though you fault him for cheating to win, he argues that Don Tirri seemed to assist you through the fight. You haven't talked about that, and he does bring up a good point.
Linda: That might be the first smart thing he's done since I started here.
She nods.
Linda: The reason I don't bring up Tirri is because he has his own beef with Matt that's none of my concern. Though I wish he would wait until after the fights to give him what he deserves, I can't control his actions nor can I tell him to knock it off. Security could have pulled Tirri away if he was being a paying fan that caused so much ruckus, but it seems even the security staff have it out for Matt.
A laugh is heard through the crowd.
Linda: If Don is in the arena tonight, I'm sure he's going to egg Matt on again. But I do ask that he wait until after our match is over for him to do as he pleases. Because as a longtime wrestler myself I don't want to have my first win go with people clamoring that it doesn't count because Tirri was getting involved. I want to show that the ring rust isn't there and I haven't missed a beat. I want to pin Stone with no assist.
The Ocean's Beauty shrugs.
Linda: Again though, I can't stop him. I can't tell him what he can and cannot do. But I'm going to show Stone that he's messing with the wrong girl tonight, win or lose.
Linda walks off, and we go to commercial with a graphic that shows the Stone vs. Ragnal rematch is next!.
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A brief highlight package is shown from the previous match between Matt and Linda from a recent edition of Aggression, including how Matt won. From there, we cut back to the live show and find John already in the ring.
Mark: As you just saw, that right there is the reason Linda Ragnal requested this rematch. And it has been granted! You can damn well bet she’ll be fired up for it too. Joining me for this one is her sister-in-law, Alysson Gardner.
Alysson: Hey Mark! Good evening, SVW! I’m sorry if I sound any biased tonight, but… It’s my sister in law. And a certain Matthew Stone needs to get his ass kicked.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
LET YOUR ARMS ENFOLD US
THROUGH THE DARK OF NIGHT
WILL YOUR ANGELS HOLD US
TIL WE SEE THE LIGHT
After the opening chorus to “Prayer” plays, the song immediately transitions into “Phoenix” by Fallout Boy, and the crowd gets pumped. Out marches Linda, tilting her head to either side to crack her neck. Standing in the middle of the stage, she points to the ring before raising her pointer finger up to the sky, causing pyro to explode behind her.
John: Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, by way of Scranton, she is the Ocean's Beauty...LINDA RAGNAL!
She runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring afterwards. After getting to her feet, Linda climbs the turnbuckles, planting two fingers on her lips before raising them up to the crowd.
Mark: Linda’s return to the ring didn’t go quite how she hoped against the Showman, but she has one hell of a chance to make amends here tonight. But with Stone, you always have to be ready for anything and I’m sure she is.
Alysson: But let’s face it: Linda is a veteran of this craft! Former World Champion, Hall of Famer, shaking the ring rust off… Hell, she brought ME to the sport. I’m sure she’s as ready as ever.
"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. The Showman looks to the camera, telling the viewers he’s dedicating this match to his tag team partner and the Pride Champion Nessa Wall.
Mark: Well isn’t that...nice? Stone is dedicating his match to Nessa, but the only problem with that, Alysson, is he hasn’t won it yet.
Alysson: I can’t wait to see his face after he drops this one. Hey, Nessa, I dedicate this failure to you!
Referee Angela Rocca calls for the bell as Stone heads out to the center, putting one hand behind his back and offering Linda a handshake. Ragnal looks around the arena with a skeptical look as Stone invites her to shake his hand. The fans clearly don’t like this idea at all before Stone tells them to shut up and offers his hand again to the veteran. Linda moves towards the center of the ring, looking down at Stone’s outstretched hand as he continues to ask for a handshake.
Alysson: I’m… pretty sure that’s not a display of sportsmanship...
Mark: I wouldn’t grab his hand, because I already know this would end badly if she does!
Ragnal reaches out, grabbing his hand but then jerks him forward as she connects with a back elbow to the side of his head. Stone steps back as Linda spins into him and begins to unload with right hands to the head one after another, rocking him back into the ropes. She whips him across to the far side, and as Stone rebounds, she tackles him with a shoulder block to the mat and resumes hammering away with right hands to his head. He quickly shoves her off, heading toward the ropes to get away from her before Ragnal is already on him again, catching him with a dropkick that sends him through the ropes to the floor.
Alysson: I told you she would be ready. You can only play games with a veteran for so long!
Matt gets back to his feet finally on the floor, glaring at the fans before Ragnal takes off, catching him with a baseball slide to the back that sends him into the barricade. The camera spots Tirri ringside at the end of the row, raising his beer in toast to Linda as she rolls out after him. Stone tries to regain his composure, only for the blonde to use a drop toe hold to send him head first into the barricade again! This clearly goes over well with the crowd before she dives back into the ring.
Mark: There’s Tirri down there with a beer in hand, and he and the rest of Boise are enjoying Stone getting his comeuppance here so far in the early going.
Alysson: And while Tirri is a fun one, I’m sure we don’t want anyone saying Linda needed the help of the Big Daddy. And by “anyone”, I obviously mean Abominable Bitchsauce.
Matt started to get his wits together, and get back to his feet. Looking around at the Boise fans, he shook his head in disgust and waved his hands off towards Ragnal in the ring. And on that, he headed around the corner and began making his way up the ramp.
Mark: He really is dedicating this match to Nessa…..he’s walking out!
Alysson: Not only dedicating, he’s echoing her moves! Maybe he’s realized Linda’s too much for him to handle!
He makes it about halfway up the ramp before his opponent decides that’s not going to happen and rolls out to go after her. As soon as she gets within range as the referee is still in the ring, Stone spins around and catches her with an uppercut. He quickly turns away from the ring, and shoves a pair of knucks back into his tights before he turns back around. Linda dropped to her knees off the knucks shot as Stone hooked her head and delivered a DDT into the ramp. The crowd saw the brass knucks, though the referee didn’t as Stone stepped onto her hair and pulled up on her arms, smiling as she dropped back down to the floor. He then realized he was close to a countout before he took off towards the ring, rolling in..and right back out!
Alysson: And NOW he feels the match, beating the count and… Well, letting all of us know how much of a low-brow breed he is.
Mark: Rocca didn’t see those knucks from the ring, but everyone around the ramp sure did. And I guarantee Linda knows he has them too!
Stone pulled Linda up to her knees, looking down at her in disgust before he piefaced her back down to the ramp. Amused with himself, he grabbed her head and raked her face along his boot laces before he followed that with a stomp to her head. He kept telling her that she asked for this before he dragged her by the hair of her hand with both hands towards the ring. Ragnal grabbed at his hands as he looked like he was trying to rip the hair from her head in the attempt. After getting back to the ring, he scooped her and shoved her inside. Stone rolled in after her, breaking the count.
Alysson: Yeah, this Matt Stone dude is sure a class act… And all of his class is low. A brass knuckle shot and now he feels like the king of the world, this yellow scrub.
Mark: He just wants to humiliate this woman, it makes him feel better and more like a man. Because that’s who he is, after all!
Stone rolled Linda onto her back and propped his elbow up on her chest, telling the referee to count the fall. Rocca dropped into position as Stone held up his hand to count with her.
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSS!!
Before she ever got to three, Linda hooked both arms and rolled him over into a crucifix pin. The referee immediately dove around into position for the count.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Stone kicked out before the three, getting back to his feet and asking the referee what she was doing! Before he got a response, Ragnal rolled him up again into a small package!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Matt kicked out again, glaring at the referee a second time...only for Linda to roll him up a third time. He kicked out immediately and rolled out of the ring in irritation.
Alysson: Ahahahah! Guess he wasn’t expecting that! That’s what you get for taking on a vet, she surprises you when you least expect! And seeing as Matt is a blind and selfish scrub… He’s never probably given it a thought!
Mark: And there he goes again, he’s taking a powder! Stone nearly got caught three times there, thanks to his arrogance! And well deserved too….but now she’s not letting it happen again. Linda’s heading out after him!
The blonde rolled out under the ropes, and spun Stone around. She grabbed his arm and whipped him into apron. Stone’s back hit hard before Ragnal left her feet, delivering a codebreaker to him that caused him to bounce off the apron and hit the floor on impact. The veteran rolled to her feet and climbed up onto the apron, waving him to get up. Stone was slow to do that though.
Mark: A codebreaker at ringside, and Linda’s up on the apron and she wants him back up! Stone is knocked goofy out here ringside…..well, goofier.
Alysson: And judging by the look on her face, we may be about to witness a small tragedy at ringside! And by tragedy, I mean sweet, sweet comeuppance!
Matt finally began to get to his feet, and turned in time for the veteran to take off down the apron and deliver a devastating huracanrana into the floor! Stone stood up on his head for a half second as Linda rolled to her feet, grabbing him by the head and shoving him into the ring. She slid in right after him and made a cover.
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Stone’s shoulder came up before the three, much to the chagrin of the crowd.
Alysson: Still not enough to put him down, but now he knows that to expect from her… And here she comes!
The blonde took off past him, hitting the far side into a Rolling Thunder senton that landed flush on his chest.
Mark: TIDAL WAVE! And I’m telling you Linda Ragnal is closing on knocking off Stone tonight!
Alysson: Linda Ragnal is showing her credentials, and if anyone had any doubt about this woman’s fibre, here’s your… Wait… What’s…? Oh god…
And on that, she headed for the corner and began to climb up to the top rope. But it wasn’t long until the boos began to be heard throughout the arena. And as Ragnal perched herself up top, the cameras spotted the Pride Champion making her way down to the ring.
Mark: SVW’s Pride Champion has made her way down to ringside, with no other reason than to cause trouble, I’m willing to bet! Ragnal just spotted her..
Linda hopped down onto the apron, watching as Nessa moved to ringside and waved up to her with a smile and even blew her a kiss.
Alysson: Oh, great. Nessa Wall has come to taunt Linda and… This… may have become a glorified 2-on-1 bout!
Ragnal started to step back through the ropes as Stone got to his feet and kicked the middle rope up between her legs. It crumpled her to her knees on the canvas as the Showman moved into position and delivered a nasty shining wizard to the back of her head after screaming “KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!” Matt smiled back to the Pride Champion, who applauded him on the floor before he stepped onto Ragnal’s throat with his boot. Leaning against the ropes as he did so, the referee gave him a five count. He stepped off at four...and stepped back again for another.
Mark: I guess Stone has all the immoral support he can stand right now with Nessa here at ringside. And now he’s content to just choke her out!
Alysson: And you have no idea how BAD I want to get up from here and smack some decency on those two… GAH!
Stone glanced back to Nessa, who climbed up onto the apron apparently to ask the referee a question. He reached back into his tights and delivered a straight right hand to Ragnal’s jaw with the knucks before he tucked them away in his tights. Nessa conveniently left the apron as Stone dropped down to make a cover.
Mark: He calls that the FALCON PUNCH!! And that’s now the second time Ragnal’s got her jaw jacked, courtesy of Stone! We got a cover!
Alysson: And I call that BULLSHIT!
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!!
Alysson: SHE KICKED OUT! SHE KICKED OUT!!! THAT’S A TWO!!! WE’RE NOT DONE HERE!!!
Linda got her shoulder up as Stone pounded his fist into the mat. Nessa shook her head in disappointment towards Ragnal at ringside as the Showman got to his feet. He pulled Linda up and whipped her hard into the corner. Stone pointed to Tirri, asking the referee to keep an eye on him. And as Rocca looked towards him, Nessa held Linda’s leg in place before Stone took off and delivered a high knee to the side of her head in the corner. She quickly let go as Stone mounted the turnbuckles, balling up his fist to hammer home some punches!
Alysson: And again, Nessa Wall acting as Stone’s “secret weapon”, and Tirri becoming a convenient distraction, but screw me running, if there’s anyone Angela has to pay attention to, that’s the freaking Pride Champ right there!!
Stone hammered home nine punches to the head before he dropped down to the mat. Linda hung in the corner, clearly out on her feet after that before the Showman headed back towards her. He shrugged his shoulders and climbed back up to the middle turnbuckle, asking if she wanted nine more. Ragnal didn’t give an answer, instead she grabbed his legs and jerked him down to the mat with a powerbomb! This brought the fans to their feet as she dove across him for the cover!
Mark: Stone took too long to follow up, and did he ever get drilled for it!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!
Nessa pulled Stone’s leg across the bottom rope before yelling at the referee. Rocca stopped the count and held up two fingers.
Alysson: See what I’m talking about?! It’s Nessa doing the job right there! And Tirri is just sitting there, watching, and right now I’m forced to take back all my words back when this shindig began and I’m BEGGING for him or my brother to come out and even these freaking odds, because this is freaking RIDICULOUS!
Linda looked up to the referee, not realizing what Nessa had done and saw his foot across the bottom rope. She shook her head and started to get back to her feet. The fans were solidly getting behind her yet again as she stalked towards Stone, who was starting to get up. She circled around behind him and applied a full nelson into a faceplant! She went to roll him over for a cover, only for her to see his leg was luckily under the bottom rope. She dragged him back and hooked the leg for the pin!
Alysson: Tribute to UC! All the way back from EWC, Linda’s back in this match and this may… be… ittttt...
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!
Stone’s shoulder came up before the three as Ragnal sat up on her knees.
Mark: Stone got the shoulder up in time, but Linda has to feel like she’s THIS close to ending this thing! Even Nessa at ringside looks concerned for her tag partner!
Alysson: Linda came prepared to this match! I told you! You can’t play games with a woman like her, and it’s gonna take more than this chickenshit double team to put my girl down!
Nessa left her title in the corner before she walked around to the opposite side of the ring, climbing up onto the apron and yelling at the referee for Ragnal pulling the tights. The referee headed for her as Linda shook her head, glaring daggers at the champion. Meanwhile, Stone crawled into the corner and scooped up the Pride title in his hands and got back to his feet!
Alysson: Oh no! No way! LINDA! TURN AROUND!!!
Mark: Nessa’s got the referee’s attention, Stone’s got the title! And she’s about to get clocked!
Tirri rose out of his seat and sat the beer down on the floor and looked about to hop the barricade before Misty Whitmore headed down the ramp at top speed. She jerked Nessa off the apron and clocked her with a right hand to the jaw as the fans erupted. Rocca leaned through the ropes, trying to restore some order on the floor as Stone circled around behind Linda, still with the Pride Championship in his hands.
Mark: Misty just decked Nessa!! But the problem is still in the ring, Stone’s got the title, the referee is looking at the wrong direction!
Alysson: Someone get that belt away from that man! This is turning into complete and unabashed chaos, and Angela is losing control of this!!!
Linda turned back towards the ring as Matt went to crack the title upside her head. Ragnal ducked underneath it, and as soon as he turned back to face her, she kicked him in the gut and gave him a facebuster into Nessa’s title where it dropped onto the canvas!
Alysson: YOU MAKE THE BED, YOU LAY ON IT!!! Linda was too smart for that, and now it’s Matt who has something imprinted on his face!
Ragnal kicked the title out of the way and made the cover, pounding the mat as the referee was trying to separate Misty and Nessa. Angela turned back towards the ring and dove in to make the count!
Mark: Stone’s plan backfired, and now he can dedicate getting knocked out by the Pride title to the Pride Champion!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-DING!
The referee immediately called for the bell as Nessa hit the ring and began to deliver stiff kicks to Ragnal’s head, prompting the disqualification. Rocca called for the bell again as Nessa picked up her title, and turned around into a spear from Misty, who began to unload with right hands!
Alysson: Classy! REAL classy, Nessa! That’s our Pride Champion, crashing the ring when she saw her beloved partner had no chance to win… And awarding Linda a disqualification win anyway!
Nessa managed to escape the melee finally, pulling her partner out of the ring with her. Misty got back to her feet, helping Linda up to hers as the referee raised the blonde’s hand in victory.
John: The winner of the match...via disqualification…….LINDA RAGNAL!!!
Mark: Stone got disqualified, thanks to Nessa saving his ass from getting pinned! Linda had him, she had him! There’s no doubt in my mind!
Alysson: She totally had him, and this match would’ve ended with Linda’s hand being risen ANYWAY! Nessa just attempted to make the humiliation lighter for her pal over there… By making it even BIGGER, because apparently, he can’t do JACK SHIT without her!
As Nessa helped Stone back away from the ring, Tirri tossed the contents of his beer in his face, shaking his head in disgust at the Showman. Misty raised Linda’s hand again as Nessa raised the Pride Championship into the air with a smile on her face.
Mark: On the next Aggression, I cannot tell you how much I would love to see Jo McFarlane leaving with that title! And she’ll get her chance! But you can damn well Misty...NOR Linda Ragnal are done with Matt Stone and Nessa Wall!
Alysson: Not only this is far from over… This is JUST beginning! Linda’s not gonna be happy with a DQ win! We’re going all the way now, folks!
And on that, Uprising cuts to a commercial break.
Mask to Mask
We cut to the backstage to the purple-haired luchadora Amelia Realm is standing in front of the locker room door in a one shoulder red dress that highlights her curves as she paces back and forth in matching heels. Fittingly, Realm also wears a red and black version of her mask to go with it. The camera pans down to see a very large wicker basket hanging off her arm that has been covered over with flannel so to hide the contents. She continues to pace, but when she turns around again she stops and smiles wide!
Amelia: I have been waiting for you, hermano!
Standing on the other side of the now open door dressed far less formally would be the newcomer known to SVW fans as Defy. In a pair of black jeans and a Christopher Kane t-shirt, Defy is also sporting a black mask with green accents and shapes covering it. He tilts his head to one one side, looking at Amelia and looks about to speak before he is followed out by Carson Black. Carson, as expected, is dressed more formally in a suit and tie.
Carson: Miss Realm, this is quite a surprise. Congratulations on your recent victory over Mr. Strauss, by the way.
Amelia: Thank you Mr. Black, I put my best foot forward during that match! It just so happened to be behind Caleb’s before I tripped him up into a pin!
The purple luchadora giggles lightly before she flashes a sheepish grin.
Amelia: Hopefully I can get another crack at Lollipop and show her the real meaning of a Candy Crunch but I’m not here to talk about religious bruisers and crazed confectionary-named zombie movie extras. I come bearing... Gifts!
Realm reaches down on the flannel cover and pulls it away from the basket hanging off her wrist. Its filled to the brim with containers of Coconut Water, what looks to be a cake labeled ‘Tres Leche’, a book entitled ‘My Mask And I’ by Señor Jr., and two large jars of industrial strength Mask Polish.
Amelia: From one técnico luchador to another Mr. Defy I wanted to give you a warm welcoming to SVW! All the things that an enigma such as yourself needs! Coconut water for post-workout refreshment. A thousand times better than your usual sports drinks and can replenish electrolytes in your body all the same! A delicious Tres Leche cake for two if you want to share with Mr. Black or if there’s a Mrs. Defy... If you know what I mean.
She gives Defy a light nudge in the chest with a wink and grin.
Amelia: A copy of ‘My Mask And I’ by Señor Jr. which every lucha should probably read at least once! ...I don’t know if you speak English or not but there’s a CD in the cover for an E-book where you can download the spanish version and finally... Extra strength mask polish! Again, something no luchador, whether técnico or rudo should be without!
The male would-be luchador looks down at the basket of assorted gifts, graciously accepting it and about to respond in kind before he is cut off by Carson again, who clears his throat which seems to remind Defy of something.
Carson: That is extremely kind of you, Miss Realm. You are the first person to do anything of this nature since my client joined the roster. Defy is an avid reader, so I am positive the book especially will be well received. I recently got him a Kindle actually. You are most kind and thoughtful.
Defy nodded his masked head in agreement, still pouring through the contents of the basket before he glanced to Carson and stepped forward to hug her with the arm that wasn’t holding something.
Carson: And as you can see, my client is equally appreciative of your kindness and generosity. It’s a rare thing, to be sure, in a business such as this.
Amelia returned the hug pleasantly instead of her usual want to immediately high-five someone before she turned to Carson.
Amelia: Which is a shame but I guess that makes moments like this much more meaningful. I do not know when your debut match will be coming down the pipeline Mr. Defy but I will be cheering for you in my locker room or at home, wherever I am at the time. I will be seeing you both around, bye! Thank you!
With that the purple haired luchadora leaves out of the shot, walking past Carson Black and the enigmatic Defy...
...
Until she walks right back into the shot five seconds later with her head bowed.
Amelia: Forgot I’m parked on the other side of the arena. Thank you.
Defy waves to her as she goes past again, looking over to Carson who has an expectant look before looking to make sure she wasn’t about to happen by again. The agent nodded his head after a few seconds and headed off with the black masked wrestler in hot pursuit.
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As the Tron begins to show eerie yet beautiful images of space as the song builds, there are flashes of Leander Apollo hitting various moves and applying holds on his opponents as it does so while the piano and jazzy tone begins as “The Wings of A Boy That Killed Adolescence” by Kow Otani blasts over the PA system, the footage changing constantly and quickly before a red comet flies through space and gradually, smoke begins to shoot out and cover the entrance ramp area.
John: Introducing first…from Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at a two hundred and twenty-five pounds…he is the “GOLDEN COMET,” LEANDEEEEEEEER…APOLLOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Leander Apollo slowly steps forth through the smoke the cameras get a good shot of him doing so. Focused and stone-faced, Leander looks at the flames before slowly stepping through the fire decorated in his full wrestling gear and shoulder pads with the massive cape behind it fully intact. Apollo walks down the ramp, eyes on the ring before climbing up the stairs and entering through the middle rope. He takes a moment to stare at the crowds, absorbing the roar of the crowd and posing to them by lifting his arms in the air, fists clenched while yelling out, hyping himself up before removing the coat and shoulder pads, letting them fall to the mat with a thud before going over to the ropes, stretching, focused on the task ahead.
Mark: Leo returned to SVW in the form of a tag team with Vanessa Cade and earned a major win in the first round of the number one contender tournament.
Houser: A fluke, which will be proven by Leo’s opponent tonight.
A loud horn echoes through the arena, and the crowd jeers immediately as the heavy drumbeats of “Wild Dances” begins to echo through the arena. Chernobyl steps out, Jessika Hexstar hanging off his arm. The two exchange a passionate kiss, then head towards the ring, ignoring the spiteful fans lining the ramp.
John: On the way to the ring, accompanied by Jessika Hextar. From Pripyat, Ukraine and weighing three hundred sixty-seven pounds… CHERNOBYL!!!
They hit the bottom, and climb the steps. Chernobyl lifts Jessika over the ropes, climbing in after her. The two share a long, passionate nauseating kiss, before Jessika rolls out of the ring.
Mark: Chernobyl is a big dangerous man but Leo is showing no fear in the ring.
Houser: That just proves how stupid he is.
The ref calls for the bell and Leo runs at yuri immediately, going for a back leg lariat. He knocks the big man back, sending him into the ropes. Leo pushes up and charges at the big man, but Chernobyl explodes off the ropes and clobbers Leo with a clothesline that turns him inside out. Yuri grabs Apollo by the hair and drags him up to his feet before sticking Leo’s head between his legs. He lifts Leo up and and goes for a powerbomb, but Apollo takes control and starts wailing fists down on the pale man’s head. Yuri stumbles back at the ropes and turns around in time that Leo falls back and manages to hurricanrana the big man over the top rope and to the outside! Leo even hangs on the ropes to stay on the apron as Chernobyl tumbles to the floor.
Mark: We’re starting high velocity tonight and Leo just made a big statement sending Chernobyl to the outside!
Houser: Lucky ring positioning. That’s all. This certainly cannot last.
Leo immediately turns around and climbs up to the top rope behind him as Yuri pushes himself up to his feet outside the ring. He stands up and Leo jumps off the top rope and nails the big man with a double axe handle to the head! Yuri falls back and leans up against the barricade where Leo starts firing kicks into his chest rapid fire. Finally, leo finishes with a 360 forearm shot to the big man’s face. He then grabs Yuri by the head and manages to toss him under the bottom rope and get him into the ring. Leo gets back up on the apron and uses the ropes to flip himself over and land on Yuri’s chest with a senton! Leo scrambles and goes for the pin.
1
2
NO!!
Mark: Not enough! Big time moves from the Comet early on but its still too early.
Houser: He won’t be able to win no matter how many impact moves he hits, Horton. Chernobyl is simply too much for him.
Chernobyl kicks out emphatically, launching Leo into the air. Apollo rolls through and is quick to get back up. So quick that Chernobyl is only on all fours when he does. Leo runs at him and tries to punt his head but the big man gets up faster than you’d expect and catches the charging Leo by the throat. A wicked smile crosses Chernobyl’s face and he lifts Leo up to hit a chokeslam, but Leo squirms out and lands on his feet beside Yuri. He kicks at the back of Chernobyl’s legs a couple times to take the bigger man down to one knee. Leo runs at the ropes and catches the big man with a one handed bulldog, driving his head into the mat. He rolls him over and goes for another pinfall.
1
2
TH-NO!!
Chernobyl kicks out and Leo tries to start wailing on his face but Yuri forearms him, knocking Leo back and creating some distance so he can get up.
Mark: Leo still taking it to the big man. Chernobyl is reeling here.
Houser: Did you see that forearm!? he just nailed Apollo! You’re not even watching the same match as everyone else.
Chernobyl gets up and finds himself walking into a spin kick to the gut from Leo. Chernobyl bends over and grabs his stomach, while Leo runs at the ropes to go after him again...only for Yuri to drop him with a big boot to the skull! Leo hits the mat and Yuri taunts the crowd before picking him up and throwing him into the turnbuckle. Chernobyl clobbers him with a clothesline in the corner then pulls him out of the corner and into his arms for a powerslam! Yuri laughs as he slaps Leo in the face numerous times with the Golden Comet trying to cover up on the mat. He then drives his knee into the smaller man’s head, trying to crush it. After a four count he breaks the hold and clobbers Leo in the head with the side of his fist again. Yuri then picks Leo up and lifts him onto his shoulders, carrying him to the center of the ring.
Mark: The big man showing off his strength as he carries Leo on his shoulder like a small child.
Houser: Pure raw power Horton. There aren’t many things in this business that can really compete with it.
Yuri lifts Leo up into a gorilla press and seems like he’s going to throw Apollo across the ring, but Leo comes alive, kicking and screaming and just managing to get out of the hold and fall down behind the bigger man. Leo runs at the ropes and jumps at Yuri’s back, hitting Chernobyl with a flying shoulder block that knocks him forward. With Yuri reeling Leo backs up and waits for him to turn around. Yuri turns and Leo tries to hit a superkick, but Chernobyl catches his boot and throws it down. Leo runs at Chernobyl again and gets caught in a Black Hole Slam from the big man! Yuri makes the pin.
1
2
THR-NO!!
Mark: Leo walked right into that vicious slam as Chernobyl but it wasn’t enough. Leo is resilient, there’s no doubt.
Houser: It’s just a matter of time. Chernobyl is wearing him down and he will give in.
Yuri looks annoyed at the kickout and grabs Leo by the hair, lifting him up to his feet violently and setting him up in a standing head scissors. He lifts Leo up onto his shoulders and throws him down with a massive powerbomb! Leo BOUNCES off the mat emphatically and Chernobyl drops down before locking the leg and making the cover.
1
2
THRE-NO!!
Leo kicks out again in defiance of the Ukrainian. Yuri looks mad, but picks Leo up again and scoops him up onto his shoulder, holding him up in the middle of the ring again.
Houser: Look at that strength again, Mark! How can Leo compete with that?
Mark: He has so far, and I think he’ll continue to do so.
Yuri runs forward and goes for a running powerslam, but Leo pushes off and counters. The smaller man falls behind Chernobyl and lands on his feet. Yuri stops himself before colliding with the corner, but when he turns around he walks right into a running boot the chest! The impact sends the big man back into the turnbuckle. Leo runs at Yuri and hits a flying back elbow to his face directly. Yuri stumbles forward and Leo bounces off the ropes before driving a knee into the side of Yuri’s head, knocking him down the mat. The fans start cheering and Leo looks pumped as he heads to the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top rope and the fans are going ballistic for the golden comet!
Mark: Leo is thinking big here and honestly that might be the only way to take out this monster.
Houser: I agree that is the only thing that might stand a chance, but his actions are in vain, I assure you.
Leo waits as Yuri slowly but surely stands up. The big man is wobbly and it looks like Leo is thinking he wants to end this here. He jumps off the top and ...Yuri catches him by the throat! Chernobyl lifts the smaller man up and throws him by the throat into the corner. Leo bounces hard off of the turnbuckles and stumbles forward. Yuri easily catches him by the throat again and lifts him up into the air with a wicked smile. He holds the move for a moment before driving Leo into the mat with a nasty high angle chokeslam!
Mark: Leo got caught! And then got caught again!
Houser: I told you so, Horton and I always love how I can say that to you so very very often.
Chernobyl makes the cover.
1
2
THREE!!!
The bell rings and John makes the call.
John: The winner of this match by pinfall….CHERNOBYL!!!!
The fans boo as Yuri stomps on his fallen opponent, despite the outcry of the official. Jessika slides into the ring a chair now and joins her boyfriend, wailing on Leo’s back with the steel chair. Yuri picks Leo up again and holds him by the throat as Jessika puts the chair on the mat for Chernobyl to slam him on.
Mark: Damn it the match is over leave him alone! This is ridiculous and unnecessary.
Houser: They’re sending a message, Horton.
Suddenly the boos turn to cheers when Vanessa Cade runs out from the back and slides into the ring with a chair of her own in hand! She wails on Jessika first with a chair shot and then nails Yurin in the gut before following up with another chairshot to the pale man’s back! Chernobyl rolls out of the ring with his girlfriend and the two redheads start escaping up the entrance ramp. Vanessa goes to check on Leo as the crowd cheers.
Mark: Thank God for Vanessa! She makes the save and sends Radioactive Love packing! Chernobyl may have won the battle tonight but this war is far from over I think, even with Generation of Miracles still in the Tag Title tournament!
Todd’s Apprenticeship
Backstage at the Kohl Center, our attention is brought to one “Sexy Teddy” Todd Warren. However he isn’t his usually over the top ridiculous self. Instead he walks with a purpose as we finds himself in front of a locker room door that reads Dogs of War. He takes a breather before he begins to knock on it gently waiting patiently for somebody to answer. After a moment or two the door opens and the large frame of Colby Morrison fills the space, a bottle of Diet Coke in his hand that he tries to nonchalantly adjust his grip on the bottle to show the label to the camera - failing as he makes it all too obvious. He looks down at the man in front of him.
Colby: Hey Todd….erm….to what do we owe the pleasure of this visit? Got some issue with how our match ended the other week? I mean...I don’t think there’s really much there to take issue with...but I’d rather you take it up with management and we settle in the ring. Rather than wreck a locker room. Or ruin my Diet Coke time.
He takes a swig from the bottle, before removing his shirt to reveal his sculpted body.
Colby: MMMMMM….Refreshing.
The big Canadian gives a thumbs up to the camera, as he addresses it directly.
Colby: Call me. I’m available for commercials!
Todd however shakes his head as she actually offers his hand.
Todd: Actually I just wanted to come by and say congratulations on beating our team. I honestly am not going to hold a grudge over the better team winning. As a matter of fact I appreciate all you guys do. Especially the work you put in with my baby sister, all of it is appreciated. And by the way you do realize Diet Coke in general sucks. Nothing compares to drinking a nice cold Sprite. It obeys your thirst!
Colby looks at him unamused.
Colby: Yeah...whatever...Thanks for the congratulations though and Dawn was mostly Markus. Though we’ve got no idea where she learned all the high flying stuff. It’s really either of our specialties. So...erm...what’s up?
Todd offers a long sigh as he looks back at Colby.
Todd: It’s really not out in the open yet but I guess I will be the one to share it first publicly but Kate and I for the past few weeks are going through a separation. She wants to see if we are really meant to be together and she wants me to change my ways. Whether it’s supporting her on Twitter or being a good husband in general. She is my everything man, and I don’t want to lose that other half of my life. If it means I have to shape up to maintain what is important and I don’t want to lose that. The reason I am here is because one of the best ways I can show Kate how serious I am when it comes to wrestling in the ring and being a tag team partner. You know something about being in a team, and I was wondering if you could work with me to be a bit more serious. Help me learn the Ins and Outs of Tag Team wrestling so I can be someone reliable for Kate. I may not be a Misty for her but I can damn near do my best to be someone she can trust.
Colby nods his head.
Colby: Right...and you’re coming to me for this? I mean...you know...I’m Colby...I’ve not exactly had the greatest tag team success. I mean Nancy and I were like one match away from getting broken up and being declared tag team failures.
He runs his hand through his hair.
Colby: Though I guess since then we have kinda come pretty far. We are just a couple of matches away from the titles and we’ve been getting better and better lately. So….I guess that I’ve got some experience of dealing with disfunction. Know what it takes to perhaps mend fences a little bit.
He shrugs his shoulders.
Colby: Though are you sure that maybe a marriage counsellor might not be a better use of the cash?
Todd: Dude my wife is the one with the cash, I’m just a broke dude, but yes I am sure you are the best for this. You said it yourself. You know what it’s like to handle dysfunction. That’s all Kate and I have been since day one and it’s translating over into our SVW careers as well. I don’t want that to be the case anymore. I want to help her, and I want to start winning.
Todd grins again looking at the tall man.
Todd: So what do you say man? Can you help out a man in need? Are you going to leave me hanging?
Colby lets out a huge sigh before nodding his head and almost seems to be talking to himself.
Colby: I’ve always been a sucker for romance. Look. You….you start being a little bit more...Hugh Grant or...Rom-Com Ryan Reynolds-y towards her privately, away from the ring okay? And yeah, I’ll see what I can do about your...in the ring troubles.
Another thought strikes him.
Colby: And if you get any OTHER troubles….I don’t wanna know about them okay? Last thing I need to be picturing is you and...that picture was bad enough. So you go off and talk to someone, ANYONE else about those and you got yourself a deal. But I’m not about to promise this is going to work.
Todd nods his head as he smiles at him.
Todd: Thanks man, you really are one of the good ones. Despite what Dawn says about you, you are ok in my book. Take care man and it’s going to be a pleasure to work with you. I won’t let you down, and most importantly I promise to listen.
Todd smiles before leaving the locker room. Uprising goes to commercial.
John: This match is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
Mark: This promises to be one hell of a collision. Two bull elephants meeting in the middle of the ring and I hope they’ve reinforced it for this match. I’m joined by another of SVW’s big men to call this match - Colby Morrison.
Colby: Pleasure to be joining you behind the desk Mark. This chair is comfy and boy is that fridge well stocked. Jeez this is pretty sweet. A guy could get used to this.
“Spit shine” by Xzibit starts to play out from the PA with thick bass and the monstrous black man shows up wearing all black, making his way down to the ring with heavy steps, rubbing his palms together a hint of smirk across his face.
John: On his way to the ring standing 6’6 tall weighing 450 pounds The Fat Cheetah, Paul James!
Colby: This is a pretty big guy on the way to the ring - and there’s not an awful lot of people I can say that about.
Mark: There’s a lot of muscle on that frame of his, but as we’ve seen before he’s also pretty light on his feet and has surprising agility for a big man. He’ll be looking to use that to his advantage in this contest.
“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.
John: And his opponent accompanied to the ring by Todd and Fiona Williams, stands 6’8” tall, weighs in at 450lbs and hails from the Bronx in New York City. Please welcome...DAVID WILLIAMS!!!
Mark: There’s almost a ton of humanity in the ring right now and they’re staring each other down. You can tell from the expressions on their faces that they don’t want to give an inch to each other.
Colby: Both of these men are used to being the big dog in the fight and usually enjoy something of an intimidation factor. That goes out of the window tonight; they’re meeting one of the handful of people in the world capable of meeting them toe to toe.
The two big men stare across the ring at each other as Philip Rivers pats down first Paul James, finding nothing and then moves across the ring and repeats the process of checking the big man for foreign objects again coming up empty handed. Calling for the bell he steps back smartly as the two behemoths move towards the middle of the ring and start to jaw at each other. David Williams getting a slight smirk on his face as James raises one hand into the air for a test of strength, David grabbing his hand and raises his other hand, Paul taking hold and the two titans struggle against each other. For just a second James manages to get an advantage, forcing David down onto one knee before the enforcer of the Williams Dynasty pushes right back up and forces James down to one knee - again only for a split second before he gets back to his feet. The two break without a clear winner.
Mark: Starting off with a test of strength between these two men only for them to end up in a stalemate. These two really are evenly matched.
Colby: We saw at Ground Zero how much of a beast David could be, what a difference maker he can be. While we also saw how much of a threat Paul James is considered given that the Dynasty did everything they could to take him out early. This two have been wanting a piece of each other for a while and they’re just feeling each other out.
Shaking his head, David Williams slaps his own chest twice, a right hand followed by a left before doing the same to the side of his face and letting out a roar before raising his hands once more for a test of strength. Immediately James takes up the challenge, locking fingers with his opponent only to get a knee driven into his midsection from the bodyguard. A second knee follows it and Paul doubles over, getting three clubbing forearm blows across his shoulderblades - Paul dropping to one knee and getting back to his feet in between each. As he rises up for the third time, David delivers a headbutt to his opponent causing him to take a step backward. Taking hold of the Fat Cheetah’s wrist, Williams sends him into the ropes and sets himself in the middle of the ring for a shoulder block that connects with James’ chest and causes him to stagger backwards two steps.
Colby: Jesus Christ! It’s like two tanks just ran head first into each other! And both of them are still running.
Mark: Williams had the upperhand and he’s looking to keep it here despite the disappointment of that shoulder block.
David barely lets him have time to recover as he grabs his wrist once more and yanks him forward into a front kick into the gut before he once more sends him into the ropes. Lumbering in the other direction, Williams bounces off the ropes and builds up a head of steam as he hits a running shoulder block this time. Once more Paul James stays on his feet and this time both men take a step backwards after the collision. A smile forms on Paul’s face as he slaps his chest this time and challenges David to try that again. Williams snarls, turning and this time goes as fast as possible into the ring ropes, bouncing back and attempts the shoulder block only for Paul to outsmart him, sidestepping the attempt and sends him to the canvas with a hip toss.
Mark: David Williams got tunnel vision there and Paul James made him pay for it!
Colby: The Cheetah’s showing it’s not all about brawn there. You’ve still gotta be thinking inside that ring.
David rolls to his knees and Paul goes on the attack driving a knee into his face before pulling him up to his feet, landing forearms into his jaw as he drives him back into the corner. Quickly the smaller man drives his shoulder into David Williams gut three times. Straightening up, Paul James starts to tee off on Williams in the corner delivering a volley of right and left hands into his gut until Rivers intervenes ordering James to let his foe out of the corner and starts the count getting to four before James pulls David away from the turnbuckle pads, wraps his arms around his waist and drives him down with a belly to belly slam, shaking the ring. The Cheetah makes the cover, hooking the leg.
Mark: OH MY WORD!!! The ring just shook! That belly to belly slam gotta have registered on the richter scale there!
Colby: Oh yeah...a geologist somewhere just got really, really excited. Probably rushing off to check the last time Madison had seismic activity like this.
One…
Two…
...TH-
Williams kicks out and James gets to one knee, cradling Williams head with one hand Paul fires off closed fists before bringing the bodyguard up to his feet and sending him in for the ride, catching him with a dropkick to the chest. Williams falls back to the canvas and instantly rolls to his front and pushes upward, only for Paul to trap his head and lift him upward into a vertical suplex position, holding David there long enough to allow the blood to rush to his head; the crowd building to a crescendo as they enjoy the hugely impressive feat of strength. Finally Paul James drops backward to complete the suplex and rolls over into the cover, hooking the leg as he does so.
Colby: Thats 450lbs he’s holding above his head and he’s making it look like it’s just a training dummy! This is an unbelievable display from Paul James!
One…
Two…
...THR-
Mark: Second cover of the match and yet again David Williams manages to kick out before the three.
Williams kicks out yet again and gets brought to his feet by Paul James who sends him into the corner. Paul drops back into the opposite corner, measuring up his opponent and is about to charge only for Fiona Williams to reach into the ring, grabbing hold of his ankle and tripping him up and sending him face first into the mat. Sitting up, Paul James glares at Fiona Williams who protests her innocence on the outside only for both the big man and the referee to issue the weather girl with a warning. As this is going on, Todd is on the apron in the opposite corner, fiddling with the turnbuckle pad behind his bodyguard as he appears to telling David to ask himself “What would Todd do?”
Colby: And this is the problem whenever you face one Dynasty member, you face pretty much any that turn up at ringside with them. Fiona with the trip, Todd with the teamtalk...though I wouldn’t listen to any advice he might give.
Finishing up Todd pats him on the back and drops to the floor just before the referee returns his attention to the ring. Paul James gets to his feet and charges at David Williams, leaving his feet for the body splash and connecting chest first with the exposed turnbuckle bolt. Staggering backward holding his chest, Williams spins him around and bellows loudly as he lifts Paul off his feet into a Gorilla Press Slam, dropping him just a moment later. Turning around, David leaves his feet and crashes down on top of Paul with a body splash of his own. He stays on top of him for the pin.
Colby: One staggering display of power from James and Williams is playing anything you can do I can do better with the Gorilla Press Slam.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Mark: These two are shaking the Kohl Center to it’s very foundations as they search for victory tonight and Williams gets a near fall with his first cover.
Pulling James up to his feet after the Cheetah kicked out, David marches him towards the exposed turnbuckle, looking to send him face first into it only for Philip Rivers to step in the way to prevent him as he threatens a disqualification. Turning away David marches his foe across the ring towards the other corner and as Rivers tries to re-attach the turnbuckle pad. Fiona hops up onto the apron, raising her boot onto the top rope and David sends Paul James headfirst into the sole of her footwear. As he reels away, David Williams wraps both hands around Paul James throat and roars as he lifts him up off his feet, spins and drives him down to the canvas with the STFD Rydeen Bomb and makes the cover. Todd shouts at Rivers to go count the pin as the referee finishes with the turnbuckle pad and dives into position.
Mark: STAY THE FUCK DOWN!!!! The Rydeen Bomb might just have sealed the victory for the representative of the Dynasty!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!
Colby: NO!!!!!!!!!!! God that was close!!! The turnbuckle might’ve gotten David the opening, but it looks like it also bought Paul just enough time on that count!
A hair before he can complete the three count Paul James rolls the shoulder and breaks up the pin. Furious David Williams gets to his feet and advances on Rivers, backing him up against the turnbuckle pads as he tells him it was a three count only for Rivers to respectfully disagree as he insists on the two count. He raises his hand to the official threatening the backhand slap causing him to flinch and bringing a large smile to the big mans face as he turns back to his opponent. Paul James gets to his feet and David Williams charges at him, catching him with a clothesline that sees him stagger backwards but again stays on his feet. Before he can recover David Williams wraps his arms around his opponents waist and with one loud grunt, heaves him overhead with a belly to belly suplex, getting wild applause from Fiona, a thumbs up from Todd and a stunned silence from the fans.
Mark: Belly to belly suplex on Paul James!! That’s one of the biggest men in this industry and he’s just be heaved around like he’s a bag of potatoes!!!
Colby: The crowd can’t believe it! They’re in stunned silence too! Anyone who thinks they can match David Williams for power is thinking again if they’re watching this!
As Paul sits up David drags him to his feet and into a sidewalk slam near the corner. Williams gets to his feet and moves to the nearest corner and climbs up the inside to the middle rope. He raises his hands in victory, getting a loud boo from the crowd before he launches himself into a leg drop and gets nothing but mat as Paul James rolls out of the way. David gets to his feet holding his back and turns to face Paul as the Cheetah explodes off his knees into a spear, catching his opponent perfectly and sends him down to the canvas. The two start to rise, Williams a little bit ahead of his opponent and the man from the Bronx advances on him only to be caught by surprise with a European Uppercut that stops him in his tracks and sends him stumbling backwards a step. As the bodyguard steps forward once more, James lifts him up off his feet and throws him backward into a fall away slam.
Mark: Williams spent a little bit too much time on the ropes looking for the crowd reaction and he got nothing at the end of it!
Colby: That’s going to hurt him an awful lot. A lot of weight just landed on a pretty unforgiving surface and the shockwaves will can through all of him - and that’s a lot of humanity for it to go through.
Williams again starts to rise, just making it to his feet before he gets sent down to the mat once more thanks to Paul James bouncing off the ring ropes, leaving his feet and crashing into the unsteady Dynasty representative with a flying shoulder tackle. David pushes up to all fours only for Paul James to leave his feet, landing on his back with a back splash forcing him back into the canvas. Quickly taking his back the Cheetah sits down low and pulls his upper body off the mat as he locks in a camel clutch. Rivers gets down in front of David Williams and asks him if he wishes to quit only for the big man to say no, choosing instead to slowly move forward his legs forward, using his power to get to all fours. He continues to slowly rise, getting to his feet as the Cheetah alters the hold and bounces Williams head off the mat with a reverse DDT. He makes the cover, hooking the tree trunk like leg as he does so.
Colby: The Cheetah shows his smarts once more. He got himself a chance to clear his head and soften up David’s back. Gonna make those throws a lot harder.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Mark: David manages to keep the match alive but he’s definitely on the back foot in this match here.
David manages to roll the shoulder before the three count and Rivers shows the two to the world, getting berated by Fiona for a quick count, Rivers telling her to be quiet as he keeps his attention on the action in the ring. Fiona however will not be silenced as she leaps up onto the apron, forcing Rivers to intervene and as he does so David drives his arm upwards between Paul James legs for a low blow. Getting up to his feet, David jabs his thumb into his opponents eye temporarily blinding him before ducking his shoulder down, lifting James off his feet and slamming him down with a spinning spinebuster. Grabbing hold of his arm, he drags his opponent in the corner and stomps on his stomach one time before climbing up onto the middle rope. He slaps his chest after finding his balance and calls to the crowd who rain down boos and jeers on him and doesn’t get a chance to leap, James rolling to the side and onto all fours and pushing his feet out from underneath him causing him to fall backwards and hit his head hard on the canvas.
Colby: Yet again Fiona providing the distraction that gives David Williams the chance to get back into this match and that might just…
Mark: NO!! James caught Williams in the high risk zone and he made him pay for it!! The gamble failed miserably!
Pulling himself to his feet using the ring ropes, he finds Fiona once more up on the apron, accusing the assigned match official of biased and demanding that he disqualify Paul James. As the Cheetah gets to his feet, the weather girl breaks from her tirade and spits in his face. James looks enraged as he grabs hold of the top rope and catapults Fiona into the ring. Quickly she rolls to her knees and begs the advancing Fat Cheetah for mercy as she crawls backwards to the corner, finally getting a nod from Paul as he turns back to face the rising David Williams and immediately lashing backwards with a sidekick into her face, knocking her down to the mat in the corner. Quickly Paul James grabs hold of the top rope and slingshots himself upwards, landing on top of Fiona with a splash.
Mark: Fiona stuck her nose in one too many times and James just turned her into a pancake.
Colby: Todd might need to find himself an Oompa Loompa to help re-inflate her. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer girl. Or guy.
Fiona rolls out of the ring and quickly into Todds arms as he checks she’s okay. Paul James gets back to his feet and spins, throwing out a backfist that connects with the jaw of the onrushing David Williams, stopping him dead and causing him to stumble backwards. The Cheetah goes straight after him, wrapping his hands around David Williams throat and with a look of determination in his eyes lifts him upwards and drives him straight down with the Buffet Buster chokebomb. James quickly gets to his feet and runs to the ropes, showing amazing nimbleness as he leaps onto the middle rope and springboards backwards into a moonsault, landing squarely on top of Williams. Paul hooks the leg as he positions himself in the cover to watch the leader of the Dynasty on the outside - almost daring Todd to get in the ring and causing him to think better of it.
Mark: BUFFET BUSTER!!! And with a moonsault just for a little extra emphasis!!!
Colby: You said Paul James had surprising agility and there he showed it. No-one else his size would even attempt the springboard moonsault and he hit it flawlessly.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!
James comes back to his feet and Rivers hold his hand in victory as John makes the official announcement.
John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall…”FAT CHEETAH” PAUL JAMES!!!
Mark: David Williams put up a good fight in this contest but it just wasn’t quite enough as Paul James finally proves himself to be the dominant big man in this company with a hugely impressive display.
Colby: James with an astounding performance tonight to put away the Williams Dynasty member. Madison, Wisconsin just witnessed Godzilla take on Mothra and Mothra goes home with the win tonight! Congrats to him.
The crowd are rapturous in their response for the man’s victory as he celebrates, his eyes keep straying to the leader of the Williams Dynasty to make sure he’s not trying anything only for him to head back up the ramp with his wife. The camera shows Paul James’ continued celebration of his victory before the show moves elsewhere.
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Champions Without Repent
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.
Alex: Looks like the Tag Champions have decided to bless us with their presence. Even if they are rather barbaric.
Mark: Go on Houser, say that louder. I’m sure Gouken would love to discuss that topic with you.
Alex: ....shut up Horton.
Slowly, methodically they walk to the ring. Kanna smirks, bat across her shoulder as Gouken walks with a single purpose. Gouken slowly climbs over the ropes into the ring while Kanna grabs a mic from an official before rolling in to stand alongside her brother.
Kanna: Ladies, gentlemen, mindless sheep, I am Kanna Haroshi, this is my brother Gouken and we are the Unrepentant....and your SVW Tag Champions!
The Japanese wrestler is met with a mix of boos as well as cheers, as she continued.
Kanna: Brother and I thought, since this Tag Team invitational was up and underway that we should address some things. And while we both would rather follow the motto “actions speak louder than words”, we decided it was about that time we took a moment to speak...before we let our actions do the rest.
Kanna smirks and Gouken simply cocks his head to the side a little.
Kanna: So here we are, the Tag Champions and we have several teams fighting for the opportunity to face us. Rather the ego boost I must say, sitting here with the gold as others battle with all they have just for the chance to be brutalized. You see we know who you are. Scarborough Fair, Dogs of War, Generation of Miracles, and of course the previous champions Stark & Stone. As well as those who couldn’t hack it but still run their mouths. All this talk and they forget one big factor...and can you tell them what that is, dear Brother?
Gouken leans to the mic, his voice like churning gravel.
Gouken: Us...
Kanna’s smirk turns a grin.
Kanna: That’s right, us. The Unrepentant. The most brutal and intense tag team in SVW. We do not care who you are or where you come from, who you claim to be, what you have done and any other excuses or accolades you wish to throw in our faces. The fact is at the end of the day no team can match us for sheer intensity, brutality and teamwork. So when you are done fighting amongst yourselves, when you’re done playing your games and running your mouths we’ll be here. And when it’s said and done, there will be no mercy, there will be no stopping...we will be Unrepentant. This is your only warning.
Kanna laughs and hands Gouken the mic one last time, the masked monster staring off at the camera.
Gouken: You....have...been...warned....
With that “Wait and Bleed” by Slipknot hits the speakers and Kanna rolls back out of the ring, followed by Gouken. The masked man tossing the mic aside as they venture back up the ramp and we cut away.
Mark: COming up next we have the grudge match of all grudges as Lex Collins looks to take on the Dynasty’s Stephanie Sullivan!
Alex: This Lex guy has been harboring this grudge simply because Stephanie showed a little interest in him, I don’t get it
Mark: I wouldn’t expect you to. The cage has been set up folks, this one won’t be for the feint of heart!
Black sheep, come home
Black sheep, come home
Black sheep, come home
“Black Sheep by Metric” starts to play across the Pa system and Stephanie slowly emerges from behind the curtain. She is clad in a long black robe and written on the back of the robe in glow in the dark white lettering is the word Black Sheep. The front has 3S interlocked with one another. The crowd begins to shower her with a welcome of cheers and boos alike. As the Stephanie lovers cheer her on while the naysayers begin to boo her.
John: Introducing from Detroit Michigan by way of Tampa Florida she The Black Sheep, Triple S, Stephanie Samantha Sullivan!!!!
Stephanie makes her way down to the ring as she walks by those with their hands stretched out along with those who are booing her. She shows them no reaction instead as she makes her way to the ring. She takes her robe off as she hands it to the referee within the cage.. She runs her fingers through her hair before pulling herself on the ropes getting ready for the bell to sound.
Alex: Look at her Mark! She shouldn’t be forced into this barbaric structure!
Mark: That’s your opinion, quite frankly seeing any of the Dynasty in a cage puts a smile on my face.
The lights dim, and the sound of a radio scanning quickly through the dial fills the silence before being replaced with a driving rock beat, growing in volume. "Re-Education (Through Labor)" by Rise Against kicks into gear over the arena sound system, getting a huge pop from the female fans in attendance.
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away
To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines
We toss and turn but don't sleep
Each breath we take makes us thieves
Like causes without rebels
Just talk but promise nothing else
John: Making his way to the ring now, hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 213 pounds... he is The Man Without Fear... LEX COLLINS!
Lex appears at the top of the ramp as orange spotlights flare bright, almost blinding as he stands with his head bowed. He pauses, tilting his head back, looking up at the rafters as though collecting his thoughts while the lights die back down.
We crawl on our knees for you
Under a sky no longer blue
We sweat all day long for you
But we sow seeds to see us through
'Cause sometimes dreams just don't come true
We wait to reap what we are due
Finally, he breaks out of the trance and jogs down to the ring, sliding into the ring staring a hole in Stephanie, waiting for the bell to sound.
Mark: This one’s about to get underway, I can’t wait!
Alex: You’re a sicko.
The bell sounds and Lex is on the attack immediately, charging at Stephanie in the corner narrowly missing her head with a right hand as she ducks out of the way and backs up to the other corner, waiting for Collins to turn around. Lex spins on his back heel and is tackled by Stephanie, the back of lex’s head hitting the steel cage, dazing him enough to allow for Sullivan to climb up the ropes and start hammering down right hands on his forehead with the leverage of a height advantage. Collins forces her off after taking his fair share of lumps, and Stephanie rolls backwards upon hitting the mat, getting to her feet and dashing in for a drop kick, forcing Lex backwards into the steel cage once again,
Alex: Brilliant. Stephanie is using Lex’s emotions against him!
Mark: Or she’s just pissing him off even more.
Sullivan grabs Collins’ arm and whips him into the opposite ropes, at least that’s what she tries to do before Lex reverses, but rather than whip her, he drops down to his back pulling strongly on Stephanie’s right arm in the process, trying to rip it out of the socket! Sullivan goes down to the mat and rolls away from Lex, grasping at her arm which is all the time Collins needs to shake the cobwebs free and advance on the prone woman. Sullivan tries getting her feet, but Lex is too quick for her, trapping her in the ropes and starting to wail on her with forearms, the crowd erupting when they see the raw aggression, getting exactly what they want. Stephanie reaches up and scratches Lex’s eye in order to create some separation, which she’s successful at for the time being as Collins backs off to rub his eyes, Sullivan off the ropes knocks COllins own with a stiff clothesline, she immediately gets down to cover Collins, trying to end the match early.
One!
Not even a two count as Lex powers out rather easily.
Mark: She didn’t think that was a good idea, did she?
Alex: Sometimes you get an upset Mark, it happens.
Stephanie gets to her feet, looking at Lex who is getting up himself. She hits the ropes and comes back, but before she can act, Collins has speared her straight down! Rather than go for right hands, Lex goes for her arm immediately, trying to bend her forearm backwards and get her in a keylock, Stephanie knowing that she can’t get rope breaks inside the steel cage scrambles frantically to get out of Lex’s grasp, succeeding partially as she kicks him in the side of the head. Lex rolls backwards and gets to his feet, knowing he was close to ending it just like that. Stephanie is a little more trepidatious in getting up, but she knows she has to, but it’s that split second of hesitation that allows for Collins to press his advantage. Lex grabs her hair as she’s getting up and spins her around, tossing her shoulder first into the steel cage!
Mark: That’s gotta hurt!
Collins backs her up and tosses her straight into the cage a second time, once again shoulder first! The crowd is cheering for this as Sullivan grabs at her arm, the pain being clear as day on her face. Having her arm firm in his control, Lex wraps his leg around a now vertical Stephanie’s leg and sweeps it frontward, slamming her straight down into the mat with his 15 Minutes (reverse Russian leg sweep)!
Mark: Stephanie might be out of it!
Alex: He just dropped her on her face!
Rather than go for the cover though, Lex has other things in mind. He lifts Stephanie up to her feet, barely able to keep her vertical and brings her to the corner. He sets himself up on the middle rope, measuring Stephanie, looking to driver her head first with the Steel Spike II (Diving DDT), but before he can dive off the rope, Sullivan leaps forward and raises her left forearm right between his legs! The crowd boos as Collins falls off the rope to the mat, clutching his groin.
Mark: What a despicable thing to do!
Alex: I think it’s brilliant! It’s a cage match!
Stephanie pulls Lex out from the side of the ring and goes for an immeidate cover, looking to end the match
One!
Two!
Thr-NO!
Lex gets his shoulder up before Rivers can find the three count and the crowd cheers.
Mark: He kicked out! Lex isn’t out of this one yet Alex!
Alex: Yeah, yeah, just a matter of time, now to hit him where it hurts.
Sullivan backs away from Lex, watching him closely as he tries to get to his feet, still doubled over from the pain of the previous blow. On his feet, he’s unable to protect himself as Stephanie comes off the ropes and delivers a devastating Yakuza kick right to his temple, knocking him flat on his back. Stephanie once again goes for the cover, hooking Lex’s leg this time.
One!
Two!
Thre-NO!
Sullivan, not deterred by the kick out, drags Lex to the side of the cage, grabbing his face and ramming it into the steel just over the bottom rope. She rakes his face back and forth against the steel the trying to draw blood. Leaving Lex’s throat on the bottom rope, Stephanie hits the ropes behind her and comes back, driving her foot square into the back of Lex’s head with a wince-inducing Curb Kick! Lex looks out of it balancing on the bottom rope, Sullivan pulling him off by his foot and rolling him over, going for a cover.
One!
Two!
Three-NO!!
Mark: He kicked out!
Alex: That was three! I saw it!
Indeed Rivers’ hand did strike the mat, but he immediately waved it off as Lex’s shoulder was just off the mat before the three. Stephanie is furious about this, getting right in Rivers’ face holding up three fingers and demanding that he raise her hand Rivers just holds up two fingers and tells her the match continues. Sullivan turns around and sees that Lex is just now starting to get up, holding the back of the head. Sensing victory, she positions herself behind him, waiting for him to turn. When he does, Sullivan leaps in the air, spinning on a dime looking to catch him in the face with the Do You Hear Me Now?(Trouble In Paradise kick) but Lex falls to the mat a half second before contact can be made sending Sullivan crashing to the mat. Trying to get her to feet, she’s a step slower than the Chicago Native who jumps up ahead of her and crashes down with his leg on the back of her neck hitting a Downfall (Rocker Dropper)
Alex: This is all bulls*** Mark! This match should be over!
Mark: It doesn’t look over to me, Alex!
Again, Lex neglects to go for a cover, grabbing Stephanie and picking her up, but she has some fight left in her, pushing him back and winding up for a slap, which Lex blocks! Having her arm in his hand, Lex brings up his right leg and places it under Stephanie’s arm, dropping backwards he stretches her shoulder out to the delight of the crowd. Sullivan lands hard, clutching her shoulder, but she doesn’t have time to heal as Collins is on the attack, grabbing her arm and quickly locking in his Windy City Wreckage (Fujiwara armbar) Stephanie screams out in pain as Lex pulls back harder and harder, not wanting the tap out, he’s waiting for the break. Stephanie has little recourse but to tap out, screaming in pain. Rivers calls for the bell.
Mark: He did it! Lex made Stephanie tap out!
Alex: Stephanie already won the match, I refuse to acknowledge this
Mark: Whether or not you recognize it, the rest of us see this as a great win for Lex Collins towards the end of 2014! I can’t wait to see where this momentum takes him!
Alex: Why hasn’t he broken the hold?
Lex pulls back on Stephanie’s arm still as Phillip starts telling him he has to break it, Collins reluctantly releasing the hold and looking down at Stephanie, seemingly satisfied with her suffering. He gets to his feet and Rivers raises his arm in the center of the ring
John: Here is your winner…...LEX COLLINS!
Sermon from the Mound
We are taken to the SVW ring where Luther Thunder’s entrance theme was still playing, the Dutch Devil was dressed to impress, holding up his microphone.
Luther: Cut that music, I’ve got something important to say to these brothers and sisters out here!
Crowd responds with a vicious roar of boos and jeers at the Dutchman who doesn’t even seem fazed by it the least.
Luther: Brothers and sisters, for months I have told you all that I am the rightful champion of Sex and Violence Wrestling, that not only do I deserve to be praised as the savior and messiah of future generations of wrestlers and fans alike, I have EARNED all the prestige a champion should and my match against Rebecka Hate proved once again why I am--
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 ring gear with her “Avenging Angel” t-shirt on over it, appears on the entrance ramp with a mic in her hand and the SVW Championship around her waist. She walks down the aisle with a purpose as her music plays and Luther sneers at her from the ring. She slides into the ring rather than climb up the steps, rising to her feet and stepping right up to the number one contender.
Her music dies down and she raises the mic to her mouth before Luther can say anything.
Coll: Please believe me that I speak for all of us Luther, when I say please SHUT UP AND DIE.
The crowd pops for the Champ, who pops a smirk in response. Luther’s face gets a little red, as this is clearly not going as he wanted it to at the moment.
Coll: Look, Luther, no one wants to hear it and nobody cares, okay? You beat Rebecka Hate. Good for you. I been there. Twice. And I am not counting the screwjob when you cost me this title back in June. I’m not saying taking out Hate isn’t something you should be proud of, but we’re all way past our quota this year on hearing Luther Thunder talk himself up.
Coll reaches down and unhooks the title on her waist quickly. She tosses the belt over her shoulder and continues to speak.
Coll: Luther, our saga has gone on for a long time. But finally, on the final SVW show of the year, we reach the finale. I want you to know, personally, that I am happy about that. I came out for you when you won your title shot not to be intimidating, but to make clear that I was looking forward to our final match. Because truthfully, I have not come even close to giving you the receipt necessary for all the shit you put me through this year.
Pop from the crowd but Colleen doesn’t smile this time, just stares a hole through her challenger.
Coll: I have a lot more pain to put you through, a lot more stretching and breaking of your limbs to do and a lot more of kicking your skull in and rattling your brain to accomplish. So, while you keep talking about the fantasy world where you actually beat me for this championship, I’m thinking of all the ways I’m going to make you scream like a bitch in front of millions of people glued to their television sets.
Staring down at the champion Luther finally just had enough of her.
Luther:”Oh really Harmon? This stuff again, tell me how is you repeating the same old things different from me supposedly doing it? I’ll tell you. I do that to help people, to get them through their troubled lives. I am a good person, even the SVW Nation believes so because they voted Todd Wiliams most hated over me..I can’t be that bad if he is worse now can I?”
“YES YOU CAN!” chant starts up and Coll nods along but before she gets a chance to speak up Luther goes on.
Luther:”You’ve been saying these things over and over enough times that my patience is running real thin with you Colleen. I did all this to give you the championship you needed to elevate yourself and this..THIS is the thanks I get from you?! You are an ingrate Colleen Harmon, a selfish, egotistical addict who would have never gotten where you are at now without me and while you may say all sorts of things about me and my methods..I proved that my methods work, not just because my work is blessed by our lord but because quite frankly Coll, I am better than you. I will teach that student of yours, things you would have never taught him because deep down you are so insecure of your spot on the totem pole that you just have to keep the future stars down..putting your own needs before everyone else’s like the addict that you are.”
Coll: I run a school and try to help people help themselves. You try to indoctrinate people into doing things that make your life easier. Fuck you.
The crowd pops for the response, but Luther seems unfazed, just raising his chin and smiling.
Coll: But you know what, I don’t know what insanity would dare get me to try to argue logic, decency or ideology with an asshole like you. I have dealt with you long enough, Luther, that I know there is only one way to deal with you and it isn’t words. It’s what I’m going to do to you when the bell rings for the final SVW match of the year. Notice how I’m not going after you right now? I’ve been so hellbent on ripping your face off for months but now I’m standing in front of you and not even trying to land a roundhouse kick? It’s because I know that while you have your eye on the title come match-time, I’m just thinking about how I don’t have to chase you anymore. I get to break you in the legal confines of a match. So, in reality we both get what we want. You get your opportunity at my title that I earned in spite of you, and I get to tear your arm off and beat you with it.
Leaning in, just inches from Colleen’s face Luther smirks mockingly.
Luther:If you think you are so great, then why don’t you do that right now champ? Come on, give me your best shot..We’ll see what the media, the fans and everyone else thinks when you can’t even act the way a champion should. You say you are waiting for that match time at the final show of the year, well..Colleen. I think you are just scared and this is your way of buying more time, to keep surviving another day..because deep down in that black, cold heart of yours. You know as well as I do that your time as a champion is running out, that clock is ticking away on your time in the limelight and you are doing what you can to cling onto it while you still have the chance..
He holds up his right index finger wiggling it back and forth Colleen’s face.
Luther: Tick, Tock, Tick Tock..can you hear the clock champ?
Coll: I can...and when the bomb goes off...you are going to be left in the ruin, staring up at the lights and then watching me leave the ring like this.
Colleen drops her mic and raises her title belt above her head as if in victory. The crowd cheers as she backs away from Luther and gets out of the ring, still holding the belt above her head as she backs up the ramp.
Luther stands there white knuckling the microphone, his eyes piercing at Colleen, focused on that championship of hers. And from there, Uprising goes to commercial.
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John: And now it’s time for... Your Uprising main event!
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 as he awaits the opening bell.
Mark: Tonight the fan favorite of the year and the superstar of the year face off to add yet another chapter to the storied rivalry that they have had this entire year! I have been looking forward to this one all night!
Houser: That makes one of us. Also, let’s be honest here, those awards were rigged else Luther and Stacey would have taken them home.
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 stares back at Wendigo.
The two competitors meet in the center of the ring, Rebecka staring down at Wendigo who just glares up at her. Referee Angela Rocca motions for the bell to ring and the two immediately lock up with Hate slowly pushing Wendigo towards the turnbuckle.
DING! DING! DING!
She uses her impressive size to get him closer and closer into the corner but the Yukon native digs his heels into the mat and uses his weight advantage to begin to push her right back in this obvious test of strength. Suddenly Hate breaks the collar elbow tie-up with one arm and feeds it through Wendigo’s leg, going for her patented Pumphandle Slam immediately!
Mark: Sacrament of Chaos this early in the match!? Not that it wouldn’t have been effective but...
Wendigo however once he’s lifted up on Rebecka’s shoulders slips behind her and attempts to catch her in a wrist lock, she counters by dropping to a knee and vaulting him over her shoulder and onto his back. Hate waits for him to stand up on his feet before she wraps her arms around his waist and spikes him spine first into the mat with a vicious textbook German Suplex. He forces himself back up but Markus takes a headbutt to the face he stumbles back before she headbutts him again, and then again, and then once more with ferocity. Wendigo leans up against the ropes in pain, shaking the cobwebs caused by the headbutts. Hate seems to have felt the effects herself, rubbing her eyes as though she’s fighting to see straight before she grabs Markus by the wrist and irish-whips him. On his rebound she catches him up in a fireman’s carry before she runs forward and drops him, throat first across the ropes!
Wendigo coughs violently as he stumbles back before Hate gets him up on her shoulders again with another Fireman’s Carry before she climbs up on the second rope and executes a super rolling fireman’s carry slam to the amazement of the crowd. She drives her shoulders into the entire front of the Hall of Famer before she drops on top of him and goes for the pin after.
ONE!
TWO!
...
KICKOUT!
Houser: Well, Rebecka is certainly looking to get this match done in a hurry. I’d almost admire it if she wasn’t an obvious steroid abuser.
Mark: After teaming up earlier in the night with Crystal Rebecka Hate can’t be back to hundred percent and I’ve got to believe that’s the reason for the SoC so early in the match, and just exploding on Wendigo with offense. There’s an air of desperation around her.
Hate looks at Rocca who motions that it was just a two count and she shakes her head before putting a hand on the back of his head and forcing him back up. Wendigo immediately counters into a Samoan Drop that catches Rebecka completely off guard as the Kohl Center lets out of a cheer. The Yukon native isn’t done by a long shot as both competitors get back up and he begins to lay into Hate with a wicked punching combination, followed with a wicked haymaker that makes Rebecka go cross-eyed for a second. He quickly irish-whips her into the corner and Hate’s body rattles the ropes but she raises a boot to kick the taste out of his mouth when comes running after her! He stumbles backward but turns just to see Rebecka running towards him in time.
Wendigo catches her in a Tongan Death Grip, his hand clutching around her throat as Hate looks at him in shock and begins to use a wild flurry before she begins to slow down as he closes his fingers around her trachea and her movements turn into a weakened crawl. She catches Markus with one elbow to the head after the next but the Yukon native for the most part seems to ignore the pain she deals out. When Hate reaches with both hands to get his hand from around her throat, the Hall of Famer puts a hand over her face to stop her breathing with his palm over her mouth and fingers clenching the bridge of her nose. Rebecka falls to her knees as Wendigo continues to keep the modified Tongan Death Grip applied and her eyes roll in the back of her head.
Finally Hate’s shoulders drop to the mat and her eyes close down as the crowd is left in shock as the Yukon native may have just rendered Hate unconscious the maneuver! Rocca looks around before she slides into place for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Houser: Blatant choking by Wendigo as the man most undeserving of being fan favorite of the year tries to kill someone. The man obviously has PTSD from his military days.
Mark: You aren’t a real person. I just want to tell you that.
Rebecka gets the shoulder up before she collapses back down on the mat as Wendigo breaks the grip before he stands up over her and begins to pace around, motioning for Hate to get back up off the mat. Christian at ringside begins to yell at Rebecka, warning that Wendigo is right behind her. Markus however is quite wise to this, giving CK a sideways glance and a small half-smirk that disappears as soon as it comes. He suddenly ducks his head and runs around Hate just as she stands up and goes for a wild standing clothesline... At where Wendigo was just standing. Her eyes go wide as she gets lifted off her feet into a brutal Backdrop Driver! The impact is an unpleasant sight and sound as Rebecka’s lifeless body lays in the middle of the ring and Wendigo once again throws an arm around her, hooking a leg!
ONE!
TWO!
...
THRE-NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Mark: DAWSON CITY DROP! BEAUTIFUL DAWSON CITY DROP but Rebecka refuses to go down!
Wendigo looks to be in disbelief by Hate getting the shoulder up yet again before he stands up and begins to hammer her down with shots to the head. Yet something seems to change in the less than one hundred percent Hate sister. She takes every single shot to the head with eyes growing increasingly in fury as she finally stands up to meet Wendigo eye to eye. Markus goes for a wicked throat thrust but his wrist gets caught by Hate who stares down at him before irish-whipping him to the ropes and catching him with a brutal strong arm clothesline that sees the ex-military man do a backflip before he drops on his back. Hate forces him up and pushes him into the turnbuckle before she climbs up to the second rope and begins to tee off into the skull of the Hall of Famer!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
FOUR! FIVE! SIX!
SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!
TEN!
...Rebecka steps down off of Markus as he stumbles out of the corner before she drags him to the opposite corner of the ring and with a hand clutching the back of his neck as Rocca begins to ask her what she thinks she’s doing, Hate ignores her and proceeds to drive Wendigo’s head into the turnbuckle repeatedly, again the crowd counting down though some seem a little squeamish with the amount of ferocity that Hate shows when she pounds his head into the turnbuckle... At least, more so than usual as far as Rebecka is concerned.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
FOUR! FIVE! SIX!
SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!
TEN!
Wendigo stumbles back bleary eyed as Rebecka finishes it off with a hand across the throat of the Yukon native before she lifts him up high into the air and gives him a hellish chokeslam that bounces his body off the mat before he lays still. Hate huffs and drops on her knees before she goes for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
....KICKOUT!
Houser: Ten punches to the face in the corner, followed by driving Wendigo’s face into the turnbuckle ten times and then a chokeslam to finish it up. Couldn’t have happened to a bigger waste.
Mark: Would you just stop... For two minutes? Two minutes. Just stop.
She sees that Wendigo doesn’t go down from the maneuver so Hate simply lifts him back up and sets him on her shoulder before she runs forward and sends him back first into the turnbuckle before she takes a one hundred and eighty degree turn around and drives him back first into the cold mat with an Oklahoma Stampede. Its Hate’s turn to stand over the Yukon native this time with a glare. She looks to the turnbuckle and then to Christian and then she flashes a smile before she steps towards it and climbs the top rope. She points down at Wendigo before she motions to the Madison crowd what’s about to happen and points to CK!
She leaps as the lights flash all throughout the arena and Christian beams with pride! She executes a perfect rotation in the air for her size, while Wendigo’s eyes snap open and he rolls slightly to the side...
...
And she crash-lands right on top of the Yukon native just as he was rolling out of the way!
Mark: THE FLIGHT PATH! ...Did... Can we see that again? It looks for a moment like Rebecka guessed where Wendigo was going to be than actually aim for landing on top of him from his original position! She’s got the leg and she’s going for the cover! What an exclamation point!
Houser: ...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
...
NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Wendigo gets the shoulder up again and and Rebecka looks beside herself as she slumps down on the mat beside Wendigo, laying on her back and staring up at the lights as Rocca begins to count competitors out. The big push seems to have taken quite bit out of Hate as the crowd begins to rumble, waiting for the first to rise to their feet.
ONE! ... TWO! .... THREE! .... FOUR! ... FIVE! ... SIX!
By now Rocca sees movement from Wendigo as he begins stirring and finally gets to his feet, even though he took the entire brunt of the Flight Path. Hate’s on her knees at this point as Wendigo begins to tee off with a few choice forearms to Hate’s head before he goes for a standing roundhouse that nearly decapitates Rebecka. Hate however falls forward just in time and Wendigo misses, leading to her rising upward and lifting him off his feet and pressing him into the turnbuckle. She irish-whips him into the opposite turnbuckle and when his back smashes up against it she leaps off her feet for a corner body splash but Wendigo rolls out of the way and once Rebecka’s chest bounces off the turnbuckle, before she has the chance to turn around he hits her with a perfect missile dropkick that catches her in the back of the head and smacks her face against the turnbuckle.
She stumbles and Wendigo turns her around into a double AA style spinebuster with absolute authority! Rebecka lays across the mat and Wendigo looms over her and waits for her to rise back to her feet. As Hate gets up Wendigo immediately leaps, hooking an arm around her neck and looking to hit her with a Spike DDT! ...His legs swing back but Hate refuses to let herself get pulled into the DDT, knowing full well that the Guillotine Choke will come right after! She swings him around gets him on her shoulders after grasping his wrist and pulling him into position, looking to hit him with a Pumphandle Slam and she succeeds!
Mark: SACRAMENT OF CHAOS! DEAR GOD WHAT A SACRAMENT OF CHAOS! Wendigo hit his patented Spinebuster and he was going for GREAT WHITE NORTH but Rebecka countered it! That’s gotta be it!
Houser: You can all start changing the channel now. Nothing to--
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
...
...
Nope.
Mark: HE KICKED OUT! WENDIGO REFUSES TO SAY DIE TONIGHT AND KOHL CENTER CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF THIS MATCH!
Rebecka looks as though she’s a moment away from losing her mind before she grips her hair in frustration and pulls at it. She forces Wendigo up and forces him into the turnbuckle before she blasts him with an elbow to the chest, one after the next with reckless abandon but so suddenly Wendigo starts firing back with lefts and rights with a renewed fury, fighting out of the corner as Hate stumbles back with each shot sending her out, before he catches her straight in the face! Wendigo sails over her and hooks his arms around her waist before he twists her around and drives a knee into her gut, bending her over. Hate’s eyes snap open wide as he gets her in a shoulder claw while he headbutts the back of her head repeatedly and she stumbles backward again before he lifts her into a sidewalk slam across the mat!
He doesn’t go for the pin however, but forces to her knees but she catches him once in the gut but it doesn’t seem to have as much steam as before and Wendigo catches her with a knee to the temple right back, putting her to the mat as Hate lays on her side. CK begins beating on the apron, begging, beseeching for her to get right back to her feet as Wendigo watches her and gets ready to hit a Spike DDT and finish this with the Great White North!
Mark: Wendigo’s going to try to to hit Rebecka with the Great White North again!? This ended with the Sacrament of Chaos once before, is he sure that he wants to attempt it again?
Houser: If he wants to fail yet again in the wake of SVW’s Superstar of the Year...
Mark: Uh... Didn’t you just say earlier...
Houser: I didn’t say she deserved it, I’m just calling a spade a spade. Pay attention.
Wendigo leaps at Rebecka when she rises to her feet and once again goes for the Spike DDT and once again, Rebecka counters it and pulls Wendigo’s arm between his legs, but the Yukon native executes a flip over over his arm before he forces Hate’s own arm between her legs and vaults her up! The Entire Kohl Center is left in absolute shock as the Hall of Famer gets Rebecka Hate into position and drives her hard into the mat with her own pumphandle slam that lays her out! Both competitors are down across the mat but Markus is the first to move, shuffling over and dropping on top of the lifeless Rebecka as he gets the pin!
Mark: SACRAMENT OF CHAOS! WENDIGO JUST USED THE SACRAMENT OF CHAOS ON REBECKA!
ONE!!
TWO!!
...
...
THREE!!
DING! DING! DING!
John: Here is your winner... WENDIGO!!
Mark: Ladies and gentlemen tonight in the Kohl Center, tonight in Madison, Wisconsin Wendigo has put Rebecka Hate behind him and beaten her tonight with her own SACRAMENT OF CHAOS! I WOULDN’T BELIEVE IT IF I’D SEEN IT WITH MY OWN EYES!
Houser: That’s nothing to be proud of! It’s not like he’s better at using the move than she is! In fact there’s probably a rule about this!
“Take Back The Fear” plays as Wendigo gets helped up by Rocca before she raises his hand before the adoring crowd. CK in the mean time is helping Rebecka to her feet as Wendigo’s music continues to play. Both competitors, worn out and sweaty see each other from across the ring and Markus walks towards Rebecka once she finally gets to her feet as CK rolls out of the ring, waiting for her to come with him. The Hall of Famer extends his hand to Hate, looking for a handshake.
...But Rebecka just stares at his hand.
As “Take Back The Fear” begins to slowly come to a fade and the crowd’s cheers die down, Wendigo continues to wait for Rebecka to shake his hand but her eyes slowly go from his hand to him. The Yukon native watches his fellow former SVW Champion curiously and sees her immediately turn her back on him before she exits the ring, leaving Wendigo as well as Rocca and the Kohl Center absolutely dumbfounded.
Mark: I.. Uh... Wendigo trying to be a good sport to Rebecka and Hate seems to want no part of mutual respect. Ladies and gentlemen SVW is coming to the Wells Fargo Arena! Knights of Anarchy meet Ignorant Discord, Gold meets Red when Vanessa Cade faces Jessika Hexstar, in a rematch, the “Modern Day Amazon” herself Rhea faces CJ Osborne, A Kane Train in Freya and Penny looks to run over Mika and Samara, and in our main event the SVW Champion Colleen and Chris Strike take on the Midas Touch Holder Todd Williams and David Williams! We’ll see you in Des Moines!
The last image is Wendigo watching Rebecka leave with CK, a sigh escaping his lips with an unreadable look on Rebecka’s face before Uprising end.
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