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Poster by Cori, Headers by Rodzilla
Sex & Violence Wrestling
Presents
A 99 Problems Production
SVW Aggression – Episode Eighty
Live from the Sprint Center in Kansas City, Missouri!
July 20, 2015
The SVW logo is squashed as the 99 Productions symbol falls on top of it. From there, we cut inside the arena to a lively crowd. Pyrotechnics erupt throughout the facility at the stage and the ring posts as the fans see themselves on television.
Mark: Welcome to a jam-packed Sprint Center here in Kansas City, Missouri! You’re watching the eightieth presentation of SVW’s flagship, Aggression! And you couldn’t have picked a more important night to join us! In our main event, the SVW Championship is on the line in a rematch from Extreme Prejudice when Todd Williams defends against Ryan Sheffield.
Andy: The last time the SVW Championship was on the line on free television was your birthday, and that was the night Todd Williams cashed in his Midas Touch contract and became the SVW Champion.
Mark: And if there’s any justice, he’ll lose it also tonight. Williams has reigned all of 2015, save for 12 days and it’s long overdue to end tonight.
We Fall We Fall
We Fall We Fall
The harder they come, the harder they fall
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl
The fans roared as the music of Alexander Stryfe began to play. The Director of Oversight appeared at the top of the ramp to a roar from the crowd as he adjust his cufflinks before looking out over the sea of people with a small smile on his face before he headed for the ring.
Mark: I had expected we would be hearing from Alexander Stryfe tonight, he’s the only person in power tonight since he gave the CEO the night off.
Andy: I wish he’d give you one, and we might could get some unbiased commentary out here for once.
Stryfe stepped through the ropes, taking a microphone up from John Youle as he looked out over the crowd who warmly welcomed him. The smile grew slightly as he waited for his music to fade out, which it finally did.
Alexander: Ladies and gentlemen here in Kansas City, welcome to Aggression! And in my official capacity as the Director of Oversight in SVW, I am very happy to inform each of you here tonight and watching at home that the CEO of this company, Kyle Kilmeade, is….not here.
This announcement draws quite the loud response from the Kansas City crowd.
Alexander: Just over three weeks ago, Kyle Kilmeade conducted himself in an abhorrent fashion in the main event of Extreme Prejudice. He was a nuisance and quite an issue at ringside during the SVW Championship. As a result of that, I informed Mr. Kilmeade that his presence would not be required here tonight at Aggression...to the point that he isn’t permitted in the building. Instead he is taking what he feels, I’m sure, is a much needed vacation in some tropical resort. And while he does that, we are going to have a rematch for the SVW Championship right here tonight!
The fans also respond well to that announcement.
Alexander: When Todd Williams defends the SVW Championship tonight here at Aggression, he will receive the most level playing field imaginable. Kyle Kilmeade will not be here to interfere, as I stated. And the Williams Dynasty will be barred from the ringside area. If any of them appear during that title match, I have informed the referee to immediately stop the match and award the SVW Championship to Ryan Sheffield.
Andy: It’s pretty disgusting when you are forced in a match where you can lose your title without even personally doing anything to cause it.
Alexander: I wish Ryan Sheffield nothing but luck tonight. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than seeing him carry the SVW Championship into Climax to face Chris Strike and Luther Thunder in the triple main event for that show in Baltimore, Maryland. Both Ryan Sheffield and Chris Strike are honorable men, and either of them would make a fine SVW Champion at Climax. The same cannot be said for Todd Williams, and certainly not Luther Thunder. At Extreme Prejudice in the Midas Touch, we saw both men’s cowardice on display. We saw what lengths Todd went through just to keep a title. And we saw Luther Thunder taking advantage of a bounty, and eliminating himself just so he could get this SVW Championship match.And I assure you that I have no intention of continuing to allow either man to prosper from their deeds.
Mark: Stryfe is pretty much putting his marker down, he wants either Ryan or Strike to be SVW Champion. He might get his wish before we leave the air tonight.
Alexander: I would be remiss if I did not, however, mention and offer my congratulations to the new SVW Defiance Champion crowned eight nights ago in Lex Collins!
Andy: Yeah, thanks to outside interference from Harmony.
Alexander: Lex Collins went through quite the ordeal to capture that title, and I know for a fact it is his purpose to bring it back to the prestige it once proudly held. It is rare you see the emotion he showed at the end of that match when he finally captured what he had been chasing for so many months. Mr. Collins, you are a champion these people here and myself included will be proud to have holding one of SVW’s most storied and prestigious titles. If there is anyone who knows what Justice is all about, it is Lex Collins.
That brings a small smile to the Director’s face.
Alexander: Two weeks from tonight, I have already taken the liberty of doing Mr. Kilmeade’s job for him. In the main event, you will see Chris Strike joining forces with the Generation of Miracles to face Luther Thunder and Awesome & Almighty in a six person tag match! You can consider that a preview of things to come at Climax.
Mark: That’s gonna be one hell of a fight right there, and I’m looking forward to seeing it.
Andy: That reminds me, I need to make my tithe to Thunder Ministries. I understand they are planning an outreach mission to Jerusalem. Can I put you down for a donation, Mark?
Alexander: We also heard from Misty Whitmore last week at Uprising, and Miss Whitmore is long overdue for her rematch for the Pride Championship. Two weeks from tonight, she’ll get it! She will go one on one with Matt Stone for that title, and whomever wins will face “The Fat Cheetah” Paul James at Climax!
Mark: That’s a long night for anyone right there. James has just been an avalanche rolling downhill in SVW’s Pride division for months.
Alexander: Extreme Prejudice also saw the return of one Claire Black, who has recovered from her injuries suffered at the hands of the Femme Fatales. And I personally am glad to see her. In two weeks time, she will have the opportunity to repay those ladies in kind. I have put together a tag team match where KO/TO, herself and Serafina DeCaro, will face Arabella Black and their recent member, Rebecka Hate!
Andy: Wow, Stryfe must want to put her right back on the shelf again..and Serafina with her. Can’t hate that, both of them are obnoxious.
Alexander: But those things are still to come. Tonight is the night where we can liberate the SVW Championship once and for all from Todd Williams. And Mr. Sheffield, this will be his last and best chance to do that very thing. Last week, honor was restored to the Defiance Championship. Tonight, it’s time for the SVW Championship to have the same.
The camera goes to a quick graphic for the main event tonight before we go to the opening video for SVW Aggression.
The Sheriff Don’t Like Haters
I SHOT I SHOT I SHOT I SHOT
I SHOT THE SHERIFF
The crowd erupts in cheers as "Strictly Business" by EMPD begins to play, and out comes Pollaski, dressed in a Kansas Jayhawks football jersey as he makes his way to the ring. Surprisingly, he looks a little roughed up already, with a black eye and some bruises on his arms, although he doesn't seem all that flustered by it. Sliding in, he grabs a microphone, signalling for his music to be cut.
Pollaski: So... nice to be back in KANSAS CITY!
Cheap pop.
Pollaski: Now, I know a lotta ya know this, but I spent quite a few of my formative years just a little west of here, across state line road. So I wanna know how many KANSANS we got in the house tonight! KCK! Olathe! Overland Park! Lenexa! Shawnee Mission! Lawrence! Leavenworth! Bonner Springs! Alright, alright we could do this all night!
All in all, a bit over a third of the crowd cheers, with smaller pops as each suburb is named.
Pollaski: Alright, I'm going to need you all to help me out here, cause I'm guessing the rest of this crowd are from Missouri, and I plan on using some multisyllable words here, so you Kansans are gonna have to explain some things... dumb it down a bit for our neighbors.
The other two thirds boo- good naturedly... mostly. Pollaski grins.
Pollaski: First of all, a big congratulations to RAVEN WICKED for winning the Chaos Invitational! I look forward to our upcoming showdown, and pay no attention to the tantrum of that dyejobbed cuntwaffle Emma Macnamara. Up hers. Now, the last time ya'll saw me in this ring here was at Extreme Prejudice, when I entered the Midas Touch... and for once Pollaski got into a battle royal and kicked a little bit of ass!
A smaller pop, Pollaski grins.
Pollaski: First of all, I just want to say... that whole Misty Whitmore thing? That was some of the most chickenshit things I've ever seen in a wrestling match. It wasn't right, and I'm GLAD that Misty's going to be making a full recovery. And Misty... the reason that happened is because YOU'RE about to co-main the BIGGEST damn pay-per-view of the year for our esteemed competitors, something that none of those shitsquirters assaulting you are going to even come CLOSE to achieving in thier little bitch-ass careers!
Another pop for Misty.
Pollaski: And to the bastards who did that to her- if I have one regret from the Midas Touch, it's not that I got railroaded by Luther Thunder there, but the fact that I couldn't have been the one to throw ALL your pansy asses out! Although I'll take a little solace in the fact that I ended up outlasting every single one of you motherfuckers!
Another pop. Pollaski flips at his hair.
Pollaski: That was fun going down there though. Getting into that ring, it was like opening up the fridge, and there was a nice little jar of BITCHSAUCE there on the shelf. ANd I picked it up, and took one big whiff, and it was ROTTEN, so I carried it over and dropped that bitch into the trash where she belongs!
The crowd erupts at the recalling of Nessa's elimination.
Pollaski: Then Mickey Scarborough comes at me, trying to play Teenage Mutant Ladder Turtle, and I picked her up, told that Berkley-bound pot-smoking cuntrunt that she chose the wrong damn SIDE, and and then I dropped her ass out too!
Pollaski looks as emotional as we've seen him there, looking almost furious mentioning Mickey.
Pollaski: And then came the big bad Gouken Haroshi. Lumberin down to the ring. Blood! Death! Destruction! Let darkness consume the world! Well, that last one sounded like a good idea, so I reached into my ol' pockets, found a roll or tape, and made the world a darker place for him! And then Anders poached victim number four, but ah, that's how it goes. And while we're on it, Anders? I'm sorry about your loss, man. Thoughts and prayers, dude.
After that short bit of genuine solemnity, Pollaski returns to the matter at hand.
Pollaski: So now Gouken's all pissy because he spent twenty minutes cutting the most boring, pretentious, pile of shit promo I've heard since... well, at least this month. Don't be afraid of the dark... we're all horrible people, dreams, monsters, schemers, blah blah blah. Honest to God I wish I coulda walked in and cut THAT horseshit off after a minute-fifty too! Because for all that crap, that's how long he lasted once push came to shove.
An evil grin from the Northwestern Nightmare.
Pollaski: And somehow, despite the fact that I don't even get CREDIT for Gouken's elimination, all this pissiness is on me. Somehow I'm a coward...
Pollaski stops, looking like that's the most absurd thing he's ever heard.
Pollaski: Okay, let's just think about that for a second. Just going by the Midas Touch match. When I entered... HOW many people were in that ring again, trying to end Misty Whitmore's career? And I fucking bulldozed in there, and I made all of them vicioius little parasites SCATTER. Does a coward do that?
The fans chant "NO"
Pollaski: When Luther Thunder came down, the most wanted man in the company... a man who viciously ENDED SOMEONES CAREER THE PREVIOUS PPV... I charged straight headlong at that jackass. Now, that may not have been my WISEST decision... and it certainly didn't end well... but is that the actions of a coward?
Another "NO!"
Pollaski: But because I managed to physically grab a 6'7 pound monster, and wrap duct tape around his mask, that makes me a coward? No no no no NO! That makes ME the fucking Chaos Champion... I'm SUPPOSED to pull shit like that! And all your little bellyaching doesn't make me a goddamned thing... but it certainly makes you a SCRUB.
Crowd "oooohs" Thems fighting words.
Pollaski: No, seriously... you're like one of those kids who plays an FPS and screams "NO SNIPER RIFLES!" Or plays Magic and wails "NO BLUE!" Or plays Super Smash Brothers and cries "NO META KNIGHT!" I could go on, but I think you all get my point.
Pollaski snorts derisively.
Pollaski: Gouken, since the day you entered this company, you've pulled horseshit tactic after horseshit tactic, and now you're upset over duct tape in a match when it was perfectly legal? Yeah, fuck you, buddy. If anything, you're the coward. You're the one who hides his face behind that ugly ass little plastic mask you cling to like a fucking teddy bear.
Another "ooh" for the fighting words.
Pollaski: What you afraid of buddy? That we're going to see your hideous little disfigured face? Your sister walks around unmasked, and ain't nobody saying a goddamned thing. Yours can't be any worse, right?
Pollaski snickers, and shrugs.
Pollaski: So Gouken, get your ass ready back there. Polish up all your Dir En Gray CDs- they'll make great mopey time music once you realize that you weren't blinded by a coward, but a goddamn MASTER of in-ring creativity. And even worse, someone you actually managed to piss off a bit, and if you wanna see how Pollaski is pissed off, well, rewind back to when I entered the Midas Touch. And now, Gookie? It's your turn.
POllaski leans against the ropes, looking out at the crowd.
Pollaski: And that's not trolling, kids. It's the goddamned truth.
Pollaski drops the mike, "Strictly Business" plays, and he heads back up the ramp.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
Mark: This is a match that I’ve anticipated greatly ever since it was announced. Bianca Salvador gets a chance to even the score as she faces fan favourite Linda Ragnal.
Andrew: I’m sure this is going to be a great match. I guess we’re setting the bar so that everything that follows is a step up.
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: Last time we saw Linda Ragnal in an SVW ring she was teaming with the Fat Cheetah in a successful effort against Abominable Bitchsauce. She’ll be looking to build on that with a victory here tonight.
Andrew: That’s generally the aim Mark. Win matches, build momentum - even if it was a completely fluke victory achieved through the illegal use of flora and fauna. Not that she’ll get the opportunity to take such shortcuts tonight.
A soft piano is heard as the spotlights atop the main stage turn to yellow and blue, and the funky beats of "Mas Que Nada" by the Black Eyed Peas hit the PA system. The Brazilian knockout Bianca Salvador comes out from the back, pumping her arm and strutting, kind of dancing, to the rhythm of the music.
John: And her opponent, from Porto Alegre, Brazil... The "Tropical Typhoon"... BIANCA SALVADOR!
She keeps pumping up as she skips her way to the ring, taking her time to share a high-five with some fans along the way before she climbs the steel steps and enters the ring. Once inside, she climbs one turnbuckle and works the crowd for a bit.
Mark: It’s a different story for Bianca. An impressive showing in the Midas Touch was cut short thanks to Thunder pushing her partner into her and sending her off the top rope - something that’s only added to the friction between Salvador and Leona Vega.
Andrew: I guess when you consider who we are talking about it was an impressive performance in the Midas Touch. Obviously nowhere as impressive as Ignis though who should’ve been given the briefcase for the heart, guts and determination that she showed.
Philip Rivers rings the bell as Bianca pulls on the top rope checking how tight it is as Linda performs a couple of last minute stretches before finally the pair move out of the corner. The two wrestlers circle each other before Salvador shakes her head and nips forward, her speed catching Ragnal by surprise as she leaps towards and flips her to the canvas with a monkey flip. The Oceans Beauty rolls to her feet only to get caught with a clothesline from Bianca. Once more Ragnal rises quickly and this time finds her chest getting lit up by knife edge chops. Linda attempts to fight back, replying to the chops with backhanded slaps of her own only for Bianca to find a little bit extra pepper to put into her shots as she begins to sap the fight from the responses and back Ragnal up against the ring ropes. Quickly the Typhoon begins to drive knees into her abdomen over and over again. Rivers orders the break due to the Pittsburgh native being in the ropes and Bianca obliges by placing both hands around Linda’s neck as she throws through two hundred and seventy degrees, onto her back on the canvas.
Mark: Bianca’s come out of the gate hot tonight and Linda’s trying to fight back but she’s simply getting overwhelmed in the opening exchanges.
Andrew: Salvador showing some teeth early on in this match, it might not be as bad as I first thought it would be.
Not giving her a moment’s breathing room, Bianca follows it by repeatedly and quickly driving her boot into her abdomen and chest, keeping her down on the canvas - at least until Rivers forces her backwards ordering the wrestler to allow her opponent back to her feet. Bianca nods her head, though paces back and forth as Linda rises and the Typhoon charges forward and delivers a running dropkick straight into her jaw. The two wrestlers get to their feet at the same time and again Bianca gives her no recovery time as she begins to unleash a stiff volley of kicks targeting her thighs, stomach, chest and shoulder area; mixing it up and never striking the same area twice and ignoring the few kicks that come back her way as Linda again tries to fight back only to be overwhelmed by the relentless attack. Finally she grabs hold of her opponent by the wrist and jerks her forward into a raised knee. Skipping backwards she repeats the motions, jerking her forward once more into another knee to the gut, followed by a third before the Typhoon hooks the Ocean Beauty’s head and drops straight down to spike her with a DDT into the canvas. Rolling her to her back and making the pinfall.
Mark: Salvador not wasting any motion tonight as she looks to score an early victory over the Ocean’s Beauty.
One…
Two…
Andrew: Linda manages to break the pinfall, but I’m liking what I’m seeing out of Bianca tonight. Almost like she’s taken a page from my beautiful wife’s playbook.
Linda kicks out and tries to roll away only to be stopped as Bianca lets out a howl and dives on top of her, delivering left and right shots to her head then turn into her grabbing handfuls of hair and bouncing the back of her head off the ring canvas as Ragnal covers up. Again Rivers is forced to intervene and make the break, pulling Salvador away and giving her a warning. Linda starts to push up to her feet only for the Typhoon to evade the referee mid warning and slam a running knee into the side of the American’s head with a knee trembler that causes her to collapse back to the mat and into the ring ropes. Once more Rivers interjects himself between the two wrestlers forcing Bianca back into a corner in order to finish his reprimand. Meanwhile Linda uses the ropes to help herself get back up to her feet, falling into the corner as she checks her head for blood and finding none. Released by the referee, Salvador sprints across the ring and leaves her feet once more to connect with a perfect dropsault. Yet again Bianca grabs hold of Ragnal’s wrist and yanks her forward and onto her shoulders and she stands and falls back to deliver a Samoan Drop. Kipping up to her feet, Salvador jumps onto the bottom springboarding off of it and twists in mid air to bring both her knees into Linda’s gut before she hooks the leg and makes the cover yet again.
Mark: Bianca’s all over Linda tonight. I don’t know who has pissed her off, but Linda’s certainly taking the brunt of it here tonight!
One…
Two…
...TH-
Andrew: Another near fall. This result is going to be a foregone conclusion if Ragnal can’t find a way to turn back the Typhoon soon.
Linda rolls a shoulder to end the count as Bianca glares at the referee as she pulls Linda back to a vertical base, slapping the taste out of her mouth with her free hand. Before Ragnal can recover, Salvador sends her in for the ride catching her on the return with a back body drop. Linda holds her lower back in agony as she sits up and gets a stiff kick to the spine from the Brazilian. As the American pushes up to her knees, Salvador lands a stiff kick to her ribs, before grabbing hold of her arm and flipping her over to lock in an armbreaker, pulling back on her arm. Rivers asks the Pennsylvanian if she wishes to quit, getting a definite no from the woman as she uses her arms and feet to push up, spin around and move towards the nearest ropes. Reaching out she manages to wrap her hand around the bottom rope and Rivers begins a five count. Bianca uses the full extent of the count before releasing the hold and rolling away from her.
Andrew: HEY!!! THAT’S COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT!!! SHE’S RIPPING OFF MY WIFE!!! And not even doing it very well.
Mark: Feel free to pursue that claim in court. Hopefully it’ll take all your time and I won’t have to listen to your bullshit anymore.
The referee warns the Brazilian that she was pushing the limits as she gets to her feet only to ignore the official before she charges forward toward the rising Ragnal with an attempted clothesline attempt only for Linda to lash out with a boot that catches her perfectly in the midsection. Salvador stumbles backward two steps, holding her gut before she recovers and charges once more, running straight into a perfectly timed enzugiri from her opponent. Bianca rolls away, beginning to rise to her feet, only for Linda to land a front kick into her abdomen. This time as the Typhoon bends forward, Ragnal springboards off the middle rope and into a sunset flip pinning combination.
One…
Two…
...T-
Mark: Close call on the first pinning attempt from the Ocean’s Beauty off a delightful sunset flip - and she’s certainly found a way back into this match here tonight.
Andrew: Needs to stay on top of Salvador though. When she’s been given an inch, she’s taken a mile. Absolutely relentless aggression displayed by the Brazilian tonight..
Salvador kicks out and makes it back to a vertical base ahead of Linda who lowers her shoulder as she fires herself forward from one knee, driving through her opponents gut, rushing her into the corner. Another three shoulder blocks follow it, the final one delivered with such ferocity that it takes Bianca off her feet slightly. Salvador staggers out of the corner and gets planted face first into the canvas thanks to a running bulldog delivered by the Pennsylvanian. Quickly Ragnal floats over and applies a front facelock to her foe, cinching it tighter as the slightly smaller wrestler started to fight her way up to her feet. As they got upright, the Ocean’s Beauty delivered two boots into her gut and sent her back to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Floating over, Linda hooked the leg as she went for the win once more.
Andrew: Would you look at that? It’s almost like she was listening to me. Either that or survival instinct kicked in and she suddenly realised she was in the fight of her life tonight.
One…
Two…
...T-
Mark: Near fall, but we’ve got a kickout and this match continues. Can Linda keep this going and find a way to win?
Rivers stopped counting as the Brazilian wrestler kicked out only for Linda to come quickly to her feet and begins stomping away at her opponent. Moving back at Rivers instructions before moving forward, circling around her opponent as she gets to all fours and drives a kick into her ribs. Moving around, she delivers another kick into the opposite side of her body finishing it off with a stomp to the side of her head. Stooping down, Linda pulls the South American wrestler upright, hooking her head and lifts her vertically, before dropping her on her head with a brainbuster. Yet again she floats over, making the cover and hooking both legs.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Mark: The brainbuster didn’t get the job done! Linda’s got to be thinking what more can she do here to win tonight?
Andrew: You should know Mark, that anyone who hangs out with Leona Vega by choice doesn’t have much between the ears to be damaged by a move like that.
Rolling her shoulder Bianca keeps the match alive, Ragnal yet again bringing her foe upwards and into a single knee facebreaker. She doesn’t allow her to go down, pulling her up to her feet once more and this time delivers a snap suplex. The American wrestler rolls quickly to her feet, exits to the apron and heads to the corner, climbing to the top rope. Ragnal flies as Salvador gets to her feet, landing on her shoulders and snapping off a hurricanrana that sends her back to the mat. As Bianca begins to rise once more, the Ocean’s Beauty stalks around behind her, locking in a Full Nelson then a moment later sending her face first into the mat as she completes the Tribute to UC. Rolling under the bottom rope Linda pulls herself to her feet, taking hold of the top rope as she measures up Bianca and slingshots herself into the ring and lands on top of the Brazilian with a Senton. Leaning back the Pittsburghian hooks the leg and makes the cover.
Mark: Linda’s doing a great job chaining these offensive moves together and that Senton should be all they wrote for Bianca Salvador in this contest.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Andrew: Wrong again Mark! Don’t you ever get tired of that? I’dve thought you’d been involved in this business long enough to not think every pinfall will result in victory.
Salvador’s shoulder pops up on a hair before the three count is made and Linda once more pulls her upright. Going shoulder to shoulder with her opponent, Ragnal pushes her back against the ropes before sending across the ring with an Irish whip only to catch her on the return with a rolling wheel kick to the side of the Brazilian’s head, knocking her down to the mat. Almost immediately Salvador pushes back up to her feet and stumbles into the clutches of Linda Ragnal who doesn’t waste anytime at all in setting up Bianca into for the Broken Surfboard (Widows Peak). Linda doesn’t bother going for the cover, instead she pushes up to her feet and takes off across the ring, launching herself into the Tidal Wave variation of the rolling thunder senton that sees her land perfectly on Salvadors torso. Rolling over, Linda makes the cover and hooks both legs.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!!!!!!
Mark: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Linda’s throwing everything including the kitchen sink at Salvador but still the Brazilian is finding a way to hold out!!
Andrew: I’ll give her credit, she’s showing an awful lot of resilience tonight. She’s either tough as old boots or too stupid to know when to just lay down and live to fight another day.
Sitting up the Oceans Beauty holds up three fingers, asking Philip Rivers for the confirmation only for him to show her the two count; Bianca Salvador taking the opportunity to roll into the ropes. Ragnal follows her, helping her to her feet as she drives a knee into the Brazilians gut, yanking her forward she lifts her up onto her shoulders as she looks to put the match away with the Into The Ashes Towerhacker Bomb but never gets the chance to complete the move as Salvador uses the momentum to flip over her, off her shoulders and to her feet. Immediately the Typhoon hooks the veteran wrestlers arm, applying a hammerlock as she sweeps her legs and rolls her forward with a V-9 Clutch into a pinfall.
Mark: WHAT A COUNTER!!! She could well steal the match!!!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Andrew: Hair away!! As I said earlier, you give this girl an inch and she’ll take a mile. Linda took a moment too long to set up for the move and look what almost happened!
Ragnal manages to escape the clutch before the three count is completed and she quickly gets to her feet as Bianca struggles to hers. Ragnal moves forward, yet again looking to finish the match as she looked to apply a sleeper as the first stage of Oceanic Rose Driver but never getting it locked in thanks to Bianca dropping down with a jaw breaker. Rolling to her back, Salvador attempts a kip up only to drive her feet into her opponents midsection instead as she staggered forward from the ring ropes. Linda doubles up from the attack as Bianca this time makes it to her feet standing next to her. Feeding her arms through her legs she moves behind her and slams her downwards with a double pumphandle wheelbarrow driver. Having completed the Typhoon Driver, she rolls her over and makes the cover.
Mark: TYPHOON DRIVER!!! Linda’s been driven into the mat head first!!!
Andrew: That was devastating. This one’s over. Finally.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!
Ragnal kicks out a moment too later, Rivers hand having already struck the mat for the third time. The referee calls for the bell, helping the Brazilian to her feet he raises her hand in victory as John makes the official announcement.
John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall…”THE TROPICAL TYPHOON” BIANCA SALVADOR!!!
Andrew: Bianca was aggressive and relentless and constantly went for the jugular tonight and it paid off for her big time as she levelled up the series.
Mark: Hard earned victory that’s for sure. And give Linda credit too. She put up a real good showing tonight though. She battled back bravely, put her opponent under the cosh and was millimetres away from picking up victory tonight. It just wasn’t to be here in Missouri.
The crowd show their appreciation for both wrestlers as Salvador climbs to the top rope and celebrates, causing the crowd’s cheers to get even louder before the show cuts elsewhere.
KO/TO Goes KOS
The show cuts to the back, and we find Dexter McKenna standing by between two familiar faces that draw quite the loud response from the crowd in the arena. Those faces would belong to Serafina DeCaro and the recently returned Claire Black.
Dexter: Fans, at Extreme Prejudice, we saw the return of Claire Black after several weeks on the shelf, courtesy of her sister-in-law, Arabella of the Femme Fatales. It was quite the battle that saw the emergence of Rebecka Hate as the newest member of the group as they both battered on Claire’s tag partner, Serafina, that night. Ladies, I guess the first and most important question is how are you both feeling?
The boxer swings her arms backwards, stretching out just a little bit.
Claire: I feel great Dex. Good as new, 100% fighting fit and fully recovered from having been driven through the stage. Rumours of my demise were greatly, greatly exaggerated by the Femme Fatales and I’m ready to get back in the war.
Serafina nods her head, taking a moment.
Serafina: Honestly Mr. McKenna, I’m still recovering from that match. It was pretty much exactly what I expected from Arabella - a brutal, brutal match, an all out war and there still a couple of aches and pains; a little bit of stiffness and a few twinges that are working there way out of my system. Especially after taking all those chair shots from both Black and Hate finishing off with the Black Hole Driver...Though, I’m also more than ready to step back into that ring tonight if need and go through it all again.
Dexter: It certainly will be. Earlier tonight, you no doubt heard the Director of Oversight booking a match two weeks from tonight as you both will face Rebecka Hate & Arabella Black in a tag team match at Aggression.
Claire: We’re already looking forward to it and evening up the score with them. See, I certainly owe Arabella Black a whole lot of agony. I certainly owe her for trying to not just trying to put me on the shelf but also for trying to end my career. I certainly got every reason to show her that she’s not the only one who can be a rampaging ball of fury, capable of doing an awful lot of damage to a person. And I’m absolutely certain that Serafina wouldn’t mind showing that she’s a lot better than Arabella and would have put her away at Extreme Prejudice had it not been for the reveal of their latest member. Which might also have been the biggest mistake Rebecka Hate could’ve made in her career. We’ve all seen the sort of mindset ‘Fina can get into when she’s pissed off.
Serafina: I’m not about to take anything away from Arabella. She’s a ferocious competitor and Rebecka Hate is as strong as an ox. But Claire’s exactly right when she says I want to get my hands on them once more. It was No Holds Barred and she had a completely legal ace stored up her sleeve. Congratulations to the Black Cloud for having an insurance policy that she obviously needed. I was already sick of having them cashed in on Claire, on Ryan, on me before Extreme Prejudice, I’m even more determined to extract the premium from them now. Two weeks, that’s exactly what is going to happen.
As Dexter was about to respond, the Director of Oversight joined them in the shot.
Alexander: I look forward to it immensely, ladies. And I also thought I would inform you of one other little oversight I am taking for your match.
He reached into his pocket, producing a pair of handcuffs which dangled from his fingers.
Alexander: How do you think Miss Spencer will like her new bracelet when she is attached to a neutral corner with them?
That draws quite the response from the crowd. Claire nodding her head with a smirk spreading across her lips.
Serafina: It’s not the most fashionable accessory I’ve ever seen in my life, but I have a feeling they’ll look pretty good on her. I think she can make them work.
Claire: I think you might find yourself on the receiving end of one the biggest bitchfits in history if Tiffany catches up with you. Or maybe she’ll just leave you a whole lot of voicemails if she doesn’t catch up with you in person. I’m sure it’s nothing that you’ve not heard before.
Alexander: I encourage her to do so. If she has an issue, she is free to state it and I will happily resolve it for her. Good luck, ladies.
Stryfe headed off camera as Dexter continued.
Dexter: I think our Director of Oversight just evened the odds for you both a great deal.
Serafina nods her head.
Serafina: I’d agree with that. Tiffany has certainly shown that she offers a lot more than just moral support to her team. It should be a lot harder for her to do the extracurricular activities that she likes to partake in.
Claire: Definitely lessened the prospect of us finding ourselves in an impromptu handicap match. And I’m going to enjoy seeing her chained to a ring post, even if she doesn’t look forward to the prospect of it.
We are quickly shown a graphic for that tag team match in two weeks before Aggression cuts to commercial.
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Mark: Coming up net we have a clash of the titans of sort as the Chaos Champion Pollaski is set to face a man he thwarted in the Midas Touch, Gouken Haroshi.
Andy: Gouken was out to make a name for himself, which might have been easier to pronounce before the Chaos Champion taped his eyes shut. I don’t think Gouken will have an issue seeing him to tonight.
Mark: Speaking of seeing him, we have a guest at ringside as Raven Wicked has been circling the outside of the ring, presumably to get a bird’s eye view of the Chaos Champion.
Andy: That was terrible.
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 Gouken clad in sleeveless coat of sorts with hood. The giant slowly heads down the ramp. The big man walks down, slowly, methodically before climbing into the ring.
John: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan. He is the Demon of SVW...this is GOUKEN!
Gouken stands in the middle of the ring pulling off his hood, revealing his masked face. The big man to let out an audible roar...ready for combat.
Mark: Here is a man who is determined to get some of the momentum back that he earned in the Midas Touch and a win here against the Chaos Champion could do just that.
The lights go out as “Strictly Business” by EMPD vs. Mantronix begins to play, as scenes of rioting and general civil unrest play on the screen. This continues as the first verse begins to play, with no movement coming from the entrance ramp.
#Chaos, no mass confusion, epmd's in town
Total chaos, no mass confusion
Bronx'll hit the dot, epmd's in town, don't, epmd's in town
Don't drink while I sing, keyed up in shelter
Don't sleep on it either, you see something might rupture
It don't take time for me to blow your mind
It take a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind
So just lounge 'cause you're a mc clown
Or join the circus, epmd's in town#
As the driving baseline kicks in, a bout of pyro goes off on the stage and the lights come back on, pulsing to the driving beat of the song. The crowd gives a mixed- but generally positive- reaction as Pollaski comes rolling out on his Segway of Evil, wearing sunglasses, his football jersey, and cargo shorts. With a zoom in, we can see that his face has bruises on it, showing signs of a past scuffle he’d had earlier. Laughing like a madman, he zips the Segway down the ramp high fiving fans as he does so.
John: From Kitsap County, Washington, weighing three hundred forty-seven pounds… he is the Bullier of Bullies… the Villain’s Villain… the Evil Unto Evil… POLLASKI!!!!!!!!
Pollaski hits the bottom of the ramp, and parks his Segway, hopping off and climbing up the ringsteps, swaying a bit in the rhythm of the music. He slides into the ring, and stretches out in a corner, waiting for the match to begin.
Mark: The champ looks a little worse for wear here, I wonder what happened to him?
Andy: When you run your mouth as much as he does, it’s bound to come back and bite you on the ass.
Mark: You would know.
The bell sounds and these two go for a lockup, but Gouken has second thoughts that he would win that battle. He acts as if to go for a lock up but delivers a boot into Daniel's midsection. He follows with a right hand, bounces off the ropes, and brings Daniel down with a running neck breaker. Daniel rolls back up to his feet, holding the back of his neck and takes Gouken down to the mat with a clothesline. Finally they lock up and as predicted, Gouken loses the battle of strength with Daniel, who delivers a boot into his midsection. Daniel lifts Gouken up high over his head and tosses him down with a gorilla press slam to the mat, Daniel hits the ropes and drops a leg across Gouken's throat. He goes for the cover, but it is way too early for a pin attempt here in this match, Gouken is too good to go out this early. Gouken kicks out before even the count of one and Daniel pulls him up to his feet. Gouken with a right hand to Daniel's ribs and he spins out of his grasp and delivers a jumping side kick that connects with the ribs of Daniel Pollaski and he stumbles to the side holding at his ribcage.
Mark :Gouken with a sidekick breaks the offense of Pollaski.
Andy: Gouken with a chance to bring order to the Chaos Champion here, someone needs to.
Gouken climbs to the middle rope, dropping a fist into the forehead of Daniel, he follows with a running knee drop across the same spot. Daniel's skull is tough, but this punishment will take its toll on him. Gouken stomps away at Pollaski's forehead, trying to slow the man down by giving him one massive headache. Gouken goes to the legs of Daniel and gets in position to try and take them out. Gouken bends down to grab one of Daniel's ankles, Daniel with a front mule kick that throws Gouken into the corner back first and holding his chest. Daniel up quickly charging with a body splash in the corner and Gouken stumbles out clutching at his chest. Pollaski lifts Gouken up into a airplane spin he tosses him down with airplane spin toss. Gouken rolls out of the ring both from the impact and to catch his breath.
One... Two... Three... Four...
Daniel stands in the middle of the ring waiting on Gouken to come back into the ring.
Andy: Gouken doing the right thing here and catching his breath and thoughts.
Mark: But he better not wait too long, the ref's count is up to seven.
Eight... and Gouken rolls back into the ring, Daniel allowing him to do so. Gouken locks up with Daniel, grabbing his wrist quickly Gouken whips Daniel into the corner turnbuckles following with a knee lift into Daniel's back. Gouken slams Daniel's head into the padding there and then throws a right hand into his jaw. Gouken backs up delivering a standing dropkick to the back of Daniel's head and causing it to smash into the top of the ringpost. There is an ugly red mark on Daniel's forehead, but no blood. Daniel stumbles out of the corner with a dazed look on his face. Gouken with a drop toe hold that sends Daniel face first onto Gouken's fist in the same exact spot as that red mark. Gouken rolls Daniel over into a pin.
One...
Two...
Th-no!.
Mark: Near fall there for Gouken.
Andy: Slow count from the referee or this match would be over.
Gouken pulls Daniel back up to his feet and Daniel with a jab into Gouken's midsection. Daniel follows with a single arm DDT and his head smashes into the mat. Pollaski is trying to move quickly to get the match back on some even term and places Gouken's head between his legs. Gouken's head is driven into the mat by Daniel's piledriver and he makes a cover.
One...
Two...
Thr-NO!
Gouken with a shoulder up just in time and the match continues. Pollaski whips Gouken into the ropes and takes him down to the mat with an arm bar takedown, placing his knee in the back of Gouken and yanks back on Gouken's arms. The referee gets down checking on a submission from Gouken, who just shakes his head as he grunts from the pain. Gouken grunts again as he tries to escape the submission hold, his head shakes back and forth in the hold. Gouken with one knee under him then his other knee. Gouken shoves backwards throwing Daniel into the ropes and when Daniel tries to catch his balance, he releases the hold. Gouken spins around quickly delivering a big boot, strong enough to send Daniel over the top rope to the outside where he lands on his shoulder and neck. The referee starts the count.
One... Two...
Mark: Beautiful kick from Gouken there.
Andy: Did you see that big goof land on his shoulder?
Mark: No compassion.
Andy: I didn't laugh... well not too much anyways.
Six... Seven... Daniel is up to his knees and looking right into the baseball slide dropkick from Gouken. Daniel goes back down and the count is restarted. Gouken up with Daniel's head in his hand and he slams the Chaos Champ's head into the apron, once, twice, and Daniel blocks the third one with an elbow into Gouken's ribs. Gouken takes the elbow shot but manages to lift a knee into Daniel's chin rocking him backwards.
Five... Six...
Gouken Irish whips Daniel into the announce table and charges with a leg lift that sends Daniel onto the announce table.
Mark: The count is up to eight and the action is right in our laps.
Andy: Do you smell that?
Gouken runs, diving into the ring to break the count at nine and a half. Daniel rolls off of the announcer's table with a confused look on his face as he lands on his knees in front of the table.
Crowd: PO-LLASK-I! PO-LLAASK-I!
Hearing them he shoves up to his feet as Gouken baseball slides into the waiting arms of the champ! Sidewalk slam onto the floor around the ring and Daniel takes this time to catch his breath. The count has begun again and is up to four as Daniel rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Gouken gets back into the ring at the count of seven and charges at Daniel who delivers a massive ring shaking sit-out spinebuster and falls back. Again, the ref starts a count, which favors Pollaski here, but the crowd chanting his name gets Daniel up to his feet. He hits the ropes and leaps into the air driving the wind out of Gouken with a leaping leg drop across his throat. He covers.
One...
Two...
Th--NO!
Gouken manages to get a shoulder up just before the ref's hand slaps down for three.
Andy: Gouken managed to beat that fast counting referee.
Mark: That was no fast count, who are you pulling for as if I didn't know.
Andy: That should be obvious.
Daniel is frustrated but knows the talent here in Gouken and he knows he is in for a tough match. He pulls Gouken back up to his feet smashing him in the face with a forearm and hooking him for a vertical suplex; Daniel has him up, and Gouken goes down with another ring shaking move. Daniel covers again.
One...
Two...
Thr--NO!
Gouken kicks out again just in time and the match goes on. Daniel gets up to a vertical base quickly dropping an elbow into Gouken's chest, up again, and another. Gouken is pulled up to his feet and is Irish whipped into the ropes, reversal by Gouken sends Daniel into the ropes and Gouken follows with From the Ashes [Brogue kick] to Daniel's face! Knowing he had better use the momentum while he has it, Gouken forces himself to go on and he pulls Pollaski up to his feet and to the top turnbuckle. Gouken delivers a front face superplex to Daniel, but that took as much out of him as it did Daniel and he is down. The referee begins to count.
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six...
Gouken up to the bottom rope and pulling himself up with their assistance, Daniel is still down but now he is moving but very slowly. The count has stopped and both men are sweaty and exhausted. Gouken lifts Daniel to his feet fully and attempts for the Oni Driver, but is too exhausted to lift Daniel. Gouken with a boot into Daniel's midsection and an elbow smash to Daniel's neck. Daniel falls to one knee and Gouken with a roundhouse kick that nearly takes Daniel's head clean off, he falls to the side winded and exhausted. Gouken whips Daniel into the corner following with a running forearm smash to Daniel's throat. Gouken with a knife edge chop that splits the jersey of Daniel, another and the skin where the shirt is torn is reddening quickly. Daniel with a knife edge chop of his own and Gouken with another. Daniel with another and these two are exchanging knife edge chops like they are baseball cards. Daniel spins Gouken around into the corner. Knife edge chop from Daniel, kick to the midsection from Gouken and he leaps to the middle turnbuckle. Sunset flip up and over Daniel into a pin.
One...
Two...
Thr-NO!
Daniel kicks out somehow.
Mark: These two are giving it their all.
Andy: And Raven is loving every second of it!
Indeed Miss. Wicked has been cheering for all of the moves, making sure to stay away from the action. The two men lock up once again in a collar and elbow tie up, Gouken with a behind the back wrist lock. Daniel reverses the hold which appears to be what Gouken wanted, he drops down to the mat in a sitting position and brings Daniel's chin down on the top of his head. Daniel holds at his chin as Gouken gets back to his feet quickly and kicks the back of Daniel's knees making him go down to both knees. Gouken pulls Daniel between his legs and heaves him up as best as he can, looking to end the Chaos Champion with his Fall From the Sky, but it’s Pollaski who falls straight down like your favourite thermometer in December as he comes crashing down on top of Haroshi! The crowd cheers for this, but the champ doesn’t have time to appreciate their sentiment of his weight problem as he has a match to win, quickly, or as quickly as he can manage, Pollaski is to the middle rope and leaping off, landing square on Gouken’s chest with the F3 (FLY, FATASS, FLY!) (Top rope sumo butt drop)! Daniel with the cover.
One!
Two!
Three-NOO!
Mark: What?
Andy: What?
Raven: AGAIN!!
Gouken got his shoulder up! It wasn’t pretty, and there wasn’t much force behind it, but he kicked out and Pollaski looks shocked.
Andy: How anyone can survive that man’s ass is a miracle!
Pollaski looks at his next challenger, hearing her shouting and shrugs, getting up again to the middle turnbuckle, glancing back at Gouken before leaping off again, once again connecting with the F3! Rather than remain sitting on him, Pollaski rolls over and hooks both legs for the cover.
One!
Two!
Three!
The bell sounds and the crowd cheers as Pollaski rolls off, breathing heavily.
Mark: It took two for Pollaski tonight, but he was able to get by Gouken. Hats off though, that was a hell of a fight.
Andy: I think Gouken should be awarded the win just for kicking out!
Raven is cheering on the outside, staring at the fallen Haroshi with some sick enjoyment in her eyes. Pollaski just shakes his head as her, being handed the Chaos Title and rolling out of the ring, looking woozy on his feet, slowly making his way back up the ramp.
Divine Inspiration
We are backstage at Kansas City’s Spring Center with the well known and rarely disrespected trio of Luther Thunder and his proteges, Greg Pettis and Cesare Cavallo. The three are standing in a dimly lit room, presumably in the arena but who knows where. Cesare and Greg are dressed in their ring attire, both hanging white towels around their necks as well. Luther is a commanding presence in his formal suit, standing between his mentees and wringing his hands together as he speaks to us.
Luther:”Brothers and sisters, everyone knows that Aggression would be nothing without some real star power, hence why brothers Gregory & Cesare are here to see just what their supposed competition are capable of. Being the fair competitors that we all are of course we will have no part in the match between Blood & Flames and Generation of Miracles but of course I’ll be right here with the chosen ones, to give them some Hall Of Fame advice on their upcoming match.”
Greg: Watching tape is well and good, but wrestlers change over their career. I mean, the many failures of both Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade must have affected their psyches over the years. There’s no way they’d wrestle the same way now, given how being such a disappointment can alter your behavior over time. So in order to scout them properly we have to get updated information by watching them closely tonight. While we are clearly the superior wrestlers, Cade and Apollo have some measure of skill, given that they did overcome the large Ukrainian and his eccentric girlfriend. We believe in being prepared. Right, Cesare?
Cesare: “Oh of course we do, you see, to be under the tutelage of a Real Hall Of Famer like Luther Thunder, means we don’t get to halfass on anything, not matches, not preparation on matches or even our appearances. It is different for those teams who live on their long gone glory days and ride on their past accomplishments, you know the types right? The ones who are just barely clinging on to what remains of their careers, who basically make more money going to conventions and charging their “fans” ridiculous amounts of money for 8x10’s and other merchandise..We will never be about that, we are better than those people, now and forever.”
With a proud smirk Luther looks at both of his proteges.
Luther:”..and people dared to doubt my influence on these two? You pass judgement on me claiming I would corrupt them to something vile and disgusting for this business. I have full confidence and trust in this pair of future legends. There is not a team in the world past or present I would rather have with me. Especially against a known thug like Chris Strike, who fittingly to his ways sides with Generation Of Miracles and nothing less of a miracle will give them a win against Awesome & Almighty. Maybe they will realize how futile the attempts against our destiny is, maybe they will just forfeit that match at Climax to save themselves from any further embarrassment.”
Greg: I doubt that,. Luther. You see, like their buddy Strike, Cade and Apollo view themselves as bad-ass conquering heroes, failing to see the truth...that they are actually sycophantic, weaselly suck-ups. Strike used to suck up to Nick Flaherty to get what he wanted, now he does with Alexander Stryfe. What else should we even expect? Watching these three nasty specimens of human scum make me horrified that I was ever even part of their little clique connected with the All Star Wrestling Gym. A gym started by one shamed retiree, now run by a cripple and with graduates like Leo who is far more bark than bite. The real miracle is that I found a great teacher in Luther and a great loyal friend in Cesare to help me reach my full potential. And now...I am better than Leander Apollo OR his girlfriend could ever hope to be. Just as is Cesare Cavallo. And just like Luther is destined to be rightfully crowned the number one wrestler in the world at Climax...we are destined to beat down on the Generation of Miracles.
Luther: “I know Alexander Stryfe, I’ve known the man for years and as sad as it is, I used to think of him as my best friend. He is someone who corrupts and manipulates all around him, using them for his own agendas and now that I am on my own, making amends and trying to give something positive back to this business, Stryfe picks out new soldiers to do his bidding. He will call you friends, confidants and whatever the hell he chooses just to get you to believe what you are doing is right, I would never do that would I, Cesare?”
Cesare:”No boss, never. That is why we are the lucky ones. If I had gone to one of these “wrestling schools” which seem to be around everywhere these days, some sad excuse of a legend would try to tell me how I should be acting in the ring today when they are still stuck in the past where their words, their teachings still held merit. How could someone like Colleen know a thing about what’s going in this business when she’s more worried about paying her way to the skybox to watch the shows than the future of their school. How could Mrs. Chambers teach anyone on how to conduct themselves when her own temper and erratic behaviour got her out of the very industry we are all still in?”
Luther:”Now now, we should not be too hard on Mrs. Chambers or her school of compatriots. They are doing the best they can with the talent that they have. Treating someone like Gregory here the way they did proves that the whole of ASWG is about as done as Lyn Dallins and his family’s legacy in the business, tonight’s tag team match will be a testament of your future opponents: Generation Of Miracles won’t have Strike to carry them tonight and if we want to be close enough to see every single one of the many mistakes they will no doubt make tonight..we can do just that.”
Greg: And then...when we face the three of them in two weeks on Aggression, we’ll beat them. They’ll call it a fluke and cry, but at Climax, the so-called GEE-OH-EMM will AGAIN lose to their betters and Strike will come up short as Luther Thunder leaves with the belt. They probably STILL won’t shut up after that, but it will be far too late for it to matter. Because Strike, Cade and Apollo will have fallen at the hands of the almighty...and it will be awesome to witness.
Luther reaches out and pats both Greg and Cesare on the back before smiling wickedly. We fade to black.
Unfinished Business
We open backstage, where we see SVW interviewer Andrea De La Cruz standing beside SVW superstar Hurricane Cara Stone. Unlike last week, Cara is not standing beside her best friend and tag team partner Anders Stark, who is absent at this time. Cara, dressed in her Street Fighter inspired Stark and Stone merch as well as a pair of black leggings, is glaring intently at Andrea, who has a wide plastic smile on her face as she begins to speak.
Andrea: Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here with one half of the praised tag team Stark and Stone. Specifically, the Stone half. Cara, thank you for taking the time to have this conversation, given that we learned on Twitter last week that the interruption of our interview from Uprising was due to Anders Stark being informed of the passing of his father. This must be a trying time for you both.
Cara exhales deeply and nods slowly.
Cara: Yes, it hasn’t been easy. Anders has had to go home and handle the situation there, as one might imagine. And it’s been hard for all of us that knew him, but I am happy to hold the fort down in the meantime and make sure that the fans get at least a little of their Stark and Stone fix in the meantime.
Andrea: How...nice of you. Anyway, it was also recently announced that you and Anders would be having a match at Climax. Not only that, but that match would be against the Unrepentant and would be for a shot at the Tag Team Championship. Given that your team has ultimately failed numerous times to earn this title shot already, do you feel it’s fair you get to jump all the other hard working teams in the division for yet another title shot?
Cara rolled her eyes before sneering at Andrea.
Cara: We’re just happy for the opportunity. Besides, we have a little unfinished business with the Unrepentant. We faced them when they were still champions and we had them beat, until the Fair showed up to screw up everything. Now, we can be sure the Fair will be otherwise occupied, we can finish this match for real. Anders and I can put the pathetic bullies that the Unrepentant are down like we were going to last time we fought. The Unrepentant think that shows of force and nasty words are the only things worth doing in this business but we’ll be plenty willing to show them that camaraderie, teamwork and giving opponents a free trip to Superkick city for the night work a lot better in the long run.
Andrea nods before taking the mic back.
Andrea: Yes, yes, I see. However, it’s interesting that you bring up camaraderie, because as we said before, Anders isn’t here tonight. He’s back in New York, coping with the traumatic loss of his father. Now, while I know you were in New York for the man’s actual funeral, you have managed to have no problem leaning your friend completely alone in his time of need. You have done several promotional signings and interviews...even been active on social media! One might argue that this is rather insensitive of you and that you are being rather callous towards Anders’ needs while being a hollow corporate shill in the meantime. Maybe even taking advantage of his loss to get extra attention for yourself. Aren’t these actions rather, well, awful of you?
Cara doesn’t answer when Andrea sticks the microphone in her face. She is breathing heavily, her muscles tensed as she stares unblinking at the interviewer. After a few intense seconds, Cara finally speaks up, and we can see her eyes getting wet as she does so.
Cara: What the FUCK is your problem? You know, it’s one thing to ask us all these leading bullshit questions designed to make Anders and I look bad. It’s one thing to try and harp on us to make a name for yourself as an interviewer. You’re a jerk for doing it, but at least I can understand it. But you...you do NOT come here and accuse me of intentionally benefitting from the worst thing that has ever happened to my best friend! This is not pro wrestling. What you’re talking about is real. It’s human beings. It’s people’s LIVES. How DARE you try to make that some gimmick for your interview? Do you have any idea how close I was to Anders’ Dad? He was like a second father to me, but I wanted to be the professional. So I’ve had to fly around the country, do the events, promote SVW and be here on Aggression because it’s my JOB. You think I’m not in pain? That I can’t be back in Syracuse? That I can’t even time to try and process this or be there for my partner? FUCK YOU. FUCKYOU.FUCKYOU.FUCKYOU.
Cara is visibly crying now as she near-shouts at Andrea, whose smile has disappeared. The interviewer’s discomfort is apparent as Cara continues.
Cara: What the hell did we ever do to you anyway? For weeks, you’ve been digging at us, requesting interviews with us so that you can use them just to make us look bad. Now..now this. Now you manipulate and try to take advantage of this tragedy? Shit, who even does that? I’m not even sure most villains on this roster would be so fucking heartless. I don’t get it. I just...Look, I’m done. I’m done with this interview and I’m done with you. Anders will be back on SVW TV soon and at Climax, we’re going to win that tag title shot, then we’re going to win the tag titles and then we’re going to rub it in your face, you cruel bitch!
Cara, very upset, pushes the mic away forcefully and walks off screen. Andres takes a moment to compose herself before looking at the camera.
Andrea: Well, it seems Cara Stone is having problems keeping herself together. If she continues to act like this, it may just spell more doom for a team that has to go toe-to-toe with one of the most vicious and focused teams SVW has ever seen in the Unrepentant. Stark and Stone’s future is not too bright if they can’t pull themselves together.
John: The following is a tag team match and its scheduled for one fall to a finish...!
The entire arena goes dark. All of a sudden the titantron lights up and we can see the tattooed rock goddess River Campbell on the tron with a guitar in her hand. She breaks out into a solo before Kate appears on the screen beside her with her red guitar. Playing the melody to accompany her solo. The bassist Ro begins playing on the screen as Todd bangs on the drums as hard as he can. The music continues to play but the screen fades out leaving everyone in darkness. As The we can hear Ignorant Discord’s cover of Through the Fire and the Flames
Kate: On a cold winter morning
In the time before the light
In flames of death's eternal reign
We ride towards the fight
When the darkness has fallen down
And the times are tough alright
The sound of evil laughter falls
Around the world tonight
Fighting hard, fighting on for KATE STEELE!!!!!
Moments later we are able to see two figures wearing light up jackets emerge onto the stage in the darkness. They have their backs turned and the words Ignorant appear on the back one, and Discord on the other. One of them is wearing a microphone as they begin speaking into it.
Kate: And introducing to the ring. The most awesome Emo, punk, rock band to ever grace the wrestling world. Sexy Teddy Todd Warren, Kate Steele-Warren. Ladies and gentlemen we are IGNORANT DISCORDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
The lights turn back on and as they do we are able to see Todd Warren with drum sticks in his hands. He slaps them together before he launches them into the audience. Kate begins moshing out on the stage and as River and herself break out into a pre recorded riff she jumps high at the end of it as a set of Pyro explodes. She catches up with Todd and the two of them sprint down to the ring. They both slide into the ring. Kate and Todd take off their Iggy Dis shirts and throw them into the audience as they bounce about waiting for the match to begin. Kate hands her wireless microphone to a crew member at ringside.
Andy: I hate them. I hate them so very much and know that tonight the team of Jodie & Seth will put them away with near ease.
Mark: If you believe that, I’ve got some waterfront property in the Sahara you might be interested in.
MZ HYDE!
The lights stay off before a single spotlight hits the stage as the first verse of Mz Hyde begins to play, Jodie Gray comes skipping out onto the ramp with the Champion of Champion’s title around her shoulder. and turns her back towards the crowd, her Dr. Jekyll and Mz. Hyde outfit flapping around as she lowers her head, slowly removing her top hat. Seth Star walks out and stands beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Jodie’s head snaps back as she looks at the crowd.
As the chorus hits, the lights begin to flash between purple, gold, and white lights, Jodie slowly removes her jacket to reveal her Mz. Hyde ring attire.
John: Introducing; she is the Champion of Champions and the face of Future Shock; this is “The Queen of Games” Jodie Gray and he is Samantha Star’s brother and Jodie Gray’s boyfriend... Seth Star!
Seth glowers at John who looks at him with a half-hearted apologetic shrug, pointing at the cue card he was handed.
Mark: I can’t help but feel that Alexander Stryfe made sure John was to read that. Especially the part about Samantha.
Andy: So Seth can’t be his own man? What sort of oversight was this?
Jodie ignores the crowd as she makes her way into the ring as Seth glances at her, she blows him a kiss before placing her top hat and and jacket together in the corner as he gets up on the apron. She skips around the ring a bit before finally reaching her corner; as Kate and Teddy are discussing strategy.
DING! DING! DING!
As soon as the bell rings with Ignorant Discord still talking Jodie immediately runs forward and dropkicks Todd in the back to crash up against Kate, sending her out of the ring and deciding for them who would be starting the match! As soon as referee Roger Weatherby can blink twice, Jodie’s already grabbed Teddy by the legs and pulled him backwards before rolling him up for Roger to begin the three count! She grabs the tights as well!
Mark: Jodie’s not taking any risks here, grabbing the tights! She’s going to try to finish this match as quickly as possible when she’s got what essentially becomes a handicap match!
Andy:I don’t see any tights grabbing. That looks like she’s helping Teddy pull his pants up if anything. You know rappers and their sense of fashion with the sagging pants and stuff Mark!
OOOONNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTWWOOOOOOOO!!
TTTTHHHRREEEE!!
...
Okay not really, KICKOUT!!
Weatherby’s hand nearly hits the mat for the three count but Teddy’s arm shoots up at the very last moment and the Queen of Games doesn’t even show an ounce of frustration at it, immediately mounting him and putting a hand on the side of his head she smashes him across the face with one forearm after the next, getting a few glancing blows before Jodie immediately springs up and bounces of the ropes before hitting him with a sliding dropkick in the head to keep him from getting back up. She does the bounce off of the ropes before hitting him in the face a second time with a basement level dropkick before Jodie hooks the leg drops her back on top of him with a forearm in his face.
OOOONNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTWWOOOOOOOO!!
...
KICKOUT!!
The Lyrical One shoots an arm up in the midst of the two count and Jodie grumbles, dropping on top of him and hooking both legs, not even getting a one. The Queen of Game’s face is etched in frustration and she watches the Artist formerly known as Warren get himself back up off the mat only for her to catch him in a standing side headlock and mutter something at the corner of her mouth. She leads him to the ropes, running forward only to get pushed the rest of the way there and as she bounces off of them he catches her in a rolling scoop slam and drops her back first on the mat. He quickly drops an elbow into the chest of Jodie before forcing her up to her feet and getting off a snap suplex! He goes to continue his momentum when Seth Star immediately gets into the ring and catches him with a cheap shot in the back of the head!
Andy: Seth is really taking to the ring. I have to admire his talents of switching from manager to tag team partner like I’ve done with Ignis from time to time. I think afterwards he and I should compare notes!
Mark: ...Yeah you do that.
Immediately Weatherby begins to tell Star off and force him back to his corner, though Teddy is about to have at Star and its all the ref can do to keep the two men apart (more effort being placed on Teddy then Seth who has his hands up and his feigning innocence) Jodie is back up fairly quickly as Teddy turns around, tired of trying to argue only to get hit with a standing dropkick for his troubles as he goes down. Jodie drags his body over to the corner and sets him there before she stands in one adjacent. She goes running and catches him with a facewash, boot right to the push before he drags him out again and goes for a pin!
OOOONNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTWWOOOOO---!!
And Jodie gets dragged right off of Teddy by Kate! Weatherby begins to tell Kate to go to her corner but the crowd seems only too happy that the Siren is not about to have any of the couples’ shit on her or her husband. Jodie sneers at Kate, immediately getting up off the mat and Teddy before pushing the ref aside and getting nose to nose with Kate, almost daring her to come get her some of Jodie, though this could easily lead to Kate causing a disqualification of her team. The former game changer is stony faced, looking at Jodie who taps her chin right then and there, backing up a few steps only to get clotheslined from behind by The Lyrical One! Jodie goes down on the mat as Teddy reaches and tags in his wife. Jodie slowly rises to her feet before Todd starts laying her up with a few quick shots to the face, bobbing and weaving as he does his best Apollo Creed impersonation. Jodie steps back and goes for a roundhouse kick but he ducks it just as Kate comes off the top with one of her own, catching the Queen of Games with one of her own before she goes for the pin!
OOOONNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTWWOOOOO---!!
Mark: THE REAL DEAL TEDDY HOLIFIELD! ...I can’t believe they actually call it that.
Andy: I can’t believe you actually called it that.
Mark: Shall we move on?
Andy: Agreed... What disgustingly cheap gang-up tactics by Kate and Tedddy-Todd or Toddy-Ted or Tiny Tim, I don’t know what he’s gonna call himself next.
Kate’s in now and she wastes no time in letting Jodie have it with kicks as Gray rises up, trying to block most of them with her knees and forearms and only stopping every other kick that comes at her. She blocks Kate’s leg and pushes it away only for the Siren to spin around and face the opposite direction of Jodie only to execute a pele kick and catch her on the noggin, dropping her to her knees! Kate continues the assault and springs off the ropes before Seth goes to get in the ring again and immediately Kate has her eyes on him, pointing! Weatherby goes to stop him and it seems like it works...
Until Jodie spins her around and catches her with a thumb to the eye! The Siren is blinded and stumbles around the ring as Seth smirks, doing exactly what he had planned while the Queen of Games swings the match back in the favor of her and her team again. She quickly grabs Kate by the wrist and irish-whips her into the corner before hitting her with a step-up enzuigiri in the corner, catching Kate to the temple. Steele slumps in the corner as Jodie smirks and puts a forearm under her chin, forcing her head away as Jodie raises a hand and claps Kate as hard as she can across the chest in a wicked knife edge chop! She gets ready, tells the crowd to shush as grown-ups are talking before slapping Kate across the chest again, causing her to stumble out of the corner, hugging her chest and dropping to a knee. Jodie comes flying out of the corner and BAM with a shining wizard, dropping Kate on the mat!
Andy: TEXTBOOK SHINING WIZARD FROM THE QUEEN OF GAMES! DO YOUR JOB AND COUNT REF!
OOOONNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTWWOOOOOOOO!!
...
KICKOUT!!
Kate gets the shoulder up in front of the capacity Kansas City crowd and Jodie couldn’t be less happy about it. She quickly gets the Siren up and hooks her in for a vertical suplex before lifting her up and dropping her on her back. It looks for a moment like Jodie’s rolling through with her grip still on Kate and about to hit her with a vertical but she sssllloooowwwllyy transitions the grip of the vertical into a reverse and hits her with a swinging neckbreaker! Kate grips the back of her neck, near getting whiplash from all the moves but Jodie keeps on her and drops forearms. She goes for the pin but Kate quickly shoves her off and Gray looks more than annoyed now. She drags Kate near the corner and ascends the top turnbuckle. With a smirk she blows Teddy a kiss mockingly before leaping off the top to hit Kate with that double foot stomp...
...
Only to miss as Kate rolls, stands up and scrambles Jodie’s mind with a brainbuster from out of nowhere!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Mark: Jodie misses with Star Power and gets a brainbuster for her troubles... She’d been doing well so far in this match but I think we’re looking at the turning point now!
Gray clutches her neck and tries to drag herself to the corner with Kate slowly following behind her. Just as they near the turnbuckle, Jodie hooks her legs around Steele’s and attempts a droptoe hold into the turnbuckle but Kate puts her arms out and catches the rope before she pulls her legs up and stomps on Jodie’s ankle for good measure, calling a yell of pain to leave the Queen of Games, not at all expecting that! Gray attempts to stand up, hobbling slightly on her good leg while her ankle gets over the spike of pain but Kate quickly closes the gap on her and sweeps her leg out from under her before she drops down and hooks in the ankle lock! Kate quickly grapevines it so not to be too close to Jodie but still has the move applied!
Jodie struggles in the grip, fingers digging or trying to dig into the mat as Kate twists her ankle and Teddy begins to rally the crowd, slapping the turnbuckle while Seth looks a little more than worried to be frank. Weatherby drops down to his knees and asks Jodie if she wants to quit but the Queen of Games violently shakes her head and punches the mat! She begins to crawl with her fists over to her corner but Kate drags her RIGHT back and goes as far into her corner... Where Todd tags himself in ascends the top rope before coming down with a splash RIGHT on the back of the Queen of Games!
Mark: ...Ow. Ignorant Discord combined Kate’s ANKLE LOCK with a Teddy’s uh... CUDDLING ... CUDDLING... Moment. I mean honestly it was impressive on both their parts but that guy needs to hire a writer.
Andy: He has a thousand other problems besides needing a good writer in my view, Mark.
Jodie rolls on her back after Kate lets go of her and lets the Lyrical One take over. He cracks his knuckles with a grin and drags Jodie over to the top rope to finish the job, looking to hit his Diamond Dust, but the Queen of Games is still struggling for some life. Once the artist formerly known as Todd Warren is in the middle of getting Jodie to the top of the turnbuckle with him the Queen of Games slips from his grasp, leaps in the air on her one good leg and catches him straight in the head with her jumping corkscrew roundhouse, leaving him laying out to dry right on the top turnbuckle!
Andy: CANNON DRILL! JODIE’S LEFT THAT IDIOT HANGING ON THE TURNBUCKLE!
Mark: Yeah but she’s been wrestling the entire match by herself and just got her ankle worked over by Kate on top of other things... Looks like she’s going to have to make a tag!
Indeed the Queen of Games has to grab the ropes to get herself up before she makes her way towards Seth Star who sees the unmoving Teddy and smirks at an unamused Kate. Jodie tags in her boyfriend who gets into the ring and takes a confident run towards Teddy, taking all the time in the world before looking at his watch and taping it for the Siren to see as if saying “only a few seconds”. Her eyes narrow as Seth goes to grab The Lyrical One off the turnbuckle...
Only for Seth to get hoisted up and IMMEDIATELY HIT WITH DIAMOND DUST! He goes down as Teddy goes for the cover and Weatherby slides into place! Jodie forces herself up to break the pin but Kate gets in to cut her off!
OOOONNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTWWOOOOOOOO!!
....
TTTTHHHRREEEE!!
DING! DING! DING!
John: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS KATE AND TEDDY STEELE... IIIGGGNNNOORRRANNNTT DDDIIISSSCOOORRRDDD!
Mark: In what has to be the quickest time from getting in the ring to losing the match for your team, Seth Star just got hit with DROPPIN’ DA BEAT and like that it was-- Wait, I’m getting word from backstage that it WAS the quickest time anyone in SVW history has ever made a tag only to get pinned. Congratulations Mr. Star... You’re a record holder!
Andy: That was also the fastest count in SVW History... All of Jodie’s hard work wiped out thanks to an obviously biased ref. Stop holding down talent you godforsaken zebra!
As “Through The Fire & The Flames” plays on the PA and the Sprint Center cheer Ignorant Discord as Weatherby raises their arms, Jodie checks on her boyfriend who looks absolutely miserable.
We then cut to somewhere else.
Not The Most Observant
The lights dim, and the sound of a heartbeat fills the silence, growing a little louder and faster before being replaced with a driving rock beat. "Re-Education (Through Labor)" by Rise Against kicks into gear over the arena sound system, getting an ear-splittingly 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... your NEW, proud and reigning Defiance Champion... 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 before lifting the belt off his shoulder, thrusting it directly into the path of the spotlight as the crowd erupts into cheers yet again. He stares at the gold for a second, almost as though he's still surprised to be carrying it before settling it back on his shoulder and giving it a gentle pat to the nameplate.
"We crawl on our knees for you
Under a sky no longer blue
We sweat all day long for you
But we sow seeds to see us through
'Cause sometimes dreams just don't come true
We wait to reap what we are due"
Finally, he breaks out of the trance and jogs down to the ring, hopping up on the apron. With a grin, he raises the belt over his head, enjoying the loud pop of the fans before he turns and springs over the rope. Reaching into the side pocket of his cargo shorts, he pulls out a microphone and lifts it to his lips just as the music starts to fade out.
Lex: Kansas City, how the hell are ya?!
The crowd pops. Of course.
Lex: Right on. I take it most of ya were watchin’ last week’s Uprisin’. You saw that one singular, fuckin’ definin’ moment of my career. This right here… this’ the reason I came back to SVW. This’ the reason why I entered 2014’s Midas Touch but it ain’t just about the glory, y’know? It’s about settin’ an example. It’s about doin’ right by you folks out there, each an’ every night. It’s about honesty an’ integrity an’ all the GOOD things. The things half the people ‘round here forget on a pretty consistent basis. I’m here tonight to promise you that’s gonna stop. An’ while I might not be perfect, I’m more’n willin’ to bust my ass ‘tween these ropes anyhow. You deserve a fightin’ champion. You deserve someone willin’ to defend this belt with honor every single--
“Started... ZOMBIE ON THE TRACK!
Started from the bottom now we're here!
Started from the bottom now my whole team fuckin’ here!
Started from the bottom now we're here!
Started from the bottom now the whole team here nigga!”
As “Started From The Bottom” plays throughout the arena, the crowd has already started booing in full force at Steph, who hasn’t even appeared. Under the haze of green spotlights flooding the arena, The Steph Stefano steps out at the top of the ramp with Mickey and Raquel. Steph has a mic in hand as she begins to walk towards the ring. The Fair go to follow her but she waves them off, telling them to stand right by the curtain until she gives them a signal. With a wide grin on her face she comes all the way to the bottom and rolls into the ring to face the Defiance Champion. As the music dies down, Steph wags the microphone at Collins and holds it to her lips...
...Only for the crowd to immediately get the chants going.
Crowd: FUCK YOU STEPH! FUCK YOU STEPH! FUCK YOU STEPH! FUCK YOU STEPH! FUCK YOU STEPH! FUCK YOU STEPH!
The Witch of Wall Street’s lip sneers at the corner before she closed her eyes, breathes in and smirks.
Steph: Like any of you could afford me. Lex! Daaarrrllliinnngg! Should I say ‘Champ’? Yeah, let’s go with champ! Champ, how are things? Wait, don’t answer that yet. I was in the back with my girls and listening to you speak and I couldn’t help but hear you talk about doing right by these walking cash machines. About honesty and integrity. As if these people, these pieces of garbage who are so quick... So quick Lex to turn on you on the drop of a dime are worth what you’re trying to sell. See I get it man, I do... Your whole image. The common man. The guy who gets it. The man who does this for them. You’re not afraid to be the light they can get behind. You’re not afraid to continue marching to the song of the other common people. The men and women who love this, the little kids who love this, even that one in every ten who pulls on their parents’ clothes and goes, “Mommy, Daddy... I’m gonna be just like Lex when I grow up! I’m gonna be a wrestler just like him!” Then their momma laughs, their dad laughs and me, I die a little on the inside. You want to represent these people... These people who you step a toe out of line with they’ll never let you forget it. They’ll go on and on and on and nothing you do... Nothing you prove to be changes their opinion on the matter. What... What... You wanna represent him? Get a sign on this piece of garbage in the front row.
The camera cuts in on a guy with a ‘Man Without Fear’ tee holding up a sign that says ‘Harmony, Will You Marry Me?’ The camera cuts back to the Witch of Wall Street.
Steph: Look at this sorry sack of shit. I bet you shop at Walmart for everything, don’tcha big fella? Yeah... You do. You give these people hope, Lex. You give them hope but me... I’m here to take that away. That hope... That hope represented by you and that fresh Defiance Championship in your possession... I’m here to take that too.
The Champ shakes his head, chuckling softly to himself.
Lex: Uh huh. Sure. You’re gonna take this away, like I’m not gonna fight with everythin’ I got in me to keep that from happenin’? You think I waited this long… fought through all the shit Thundercunt Red threw my way just to roll over an’ die for someone like you?
Steph: Someone like me. Someone like me. What does that even mean, ‘someone like me’? What you think because my name’s Stephanie I’m gonna force myself on you like a fucking obsessed psychopath? Totes fuck that brah. I’m sure we can at least agree we’re far from the other’s type. What, I’m “talentless”, Collins? Is that my type? That’s what you wanna say? Talentless hack? Listen to me fuckhead. Listen closely. You. Do. Not. Get. A. Choice. In. The. Matter. I am going to be taking this title you fought “so” hard for and struggled “so” much and did “so” much to earn. I am going to then hand that title over to Kyle and have my own custom belt made up, maybe with a belt strap back patterned with hundred dollar bills and two giant money signs laid in jade over the center plate. You know else I’ll do though, Collins? I’m going to keep your name plate on there, so everyone... Everyone and their mother can know just exactly who I beat the bricks off of to take it... And then they’ll turn on you because you failed them. That’s where it begins with these people.
As Steph and Lex go back and forth we suddenly see a figure step up behind Mickey Scarborough...it’s Misty Whitmore. Spinning the ScarFair member around Misty starts unloading furious right hands, still favoring her other arm. She stops Mickey before the girl can try and fight back with a knee lift to the gut, taking hold of her shirt and hauling Mickey back. Misty’s stopped with a sharp back elbow to her shoulder only to practically be speared through the curtain and disappearing into the back!
Raquel turns around in complete shock at what's happening but doesn't get chance to make any form of attack as she's slammed down into the staging by Harmony who hits her with an explosive spear that almost breaks her in half! Not giving her time to recover, Harmony drags Raquel up by the hair and slams her head against the side of the big screen then hits her with a Lungblower while she's dazed!
Stephanie is completely oblivious to what’s going on at the top of the ramp, thinking the Sprint Center is cheering her unending spew of bullshit.
Collins is visibly biting his lip, trying to keep himself from pouncing on Steph and tearing her to pieces. Instead he’s keeping that halfway amused smirk on his face even though there’s hatred in his eyes.
Steph: Hear that? Do you hear that Lex? Champ? Already, already they’re on my side. Already they would rather see me standing over you. Hell, let’s give ‘em a preview of Climax. Scarborough Fair, do your worst.
The Steph Stefano smirks wide, tapping her boot on the mat as she watches Lex... Waiting for Mickey and Raquel who are in no position to come. Stephanie blinks.
Steph: I said... ‘Scarborough Fair do your worst’.
Stephanie looks slightly manic now, staring at the Defiance Champion and then glaring at a few people in the crowd laughing at her before she looks back to see her backup dealt with. The Witch of Wall Street audibly sighs in her microphone and doesn’t immediately turn around to Lex, instead speaking into her microphone.
Steph: ...I’ve made a tactical error here tonight.
Lex: Ya think?
Just as she turns back, Lex unloads that deadly right hook, blasting her right in the face with it as the Sprint Center erupts in a wall of noise. She staggers back, already out on her feet even though she has the presence of mind to grab for the ropes to catch her fall only to find they’re further away than she though. She goes down hard and the crowd keeps right on cheering.
Lex: Someone like you meanin’ another asshole with a roomful of stooges. Guess it’s too bad you got more enemies’n Mika does, ain’t it? Be seein’ you, Steph.
He tosses the microphone at her, narrowly missing hitting her in the head before rolling out of the ring and making his way back up the ramp with the championship belt still safely on his shoulder.
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The Titaness Cometh
The camera focuses on a pair of red patent leather Christian Louboutin pumps comfortably resting on a desk, crossed at the ankles. The camera then runs its view across long, flawlessly tanned, athletic legs and a black mesh high neck body dress to reveal Valentina Lozano, who enchanting the camera with her beauty…and high confidence.
Valentina: You all know who I am. I could care less if I know each and every one of you. But as you’re looking at me right now, I am in complete control of you. And with that being said, if you know what good for you, I, Valentina Lozano, command your attention for I have to say something I know you want to hear.
Valentina takes her feet off the desk and rises from the chair. She walks around the desk and leans in front of it, focusing on the camera.
Valentina: Sex & Violence Wrestling. You have built quite a reputation for yourselves. You pride yourselves in taking things to the extreme. What could be the best way for a newcomer to immediately send a brash message to the entire roster by coming to SVW and indulge in the demolition in its competitors and relish in the glory of their conquests; a newcomer who is a force of nature who thrives on wreaking havoc and effortlessly crushing the competition just for fun. And that’s exactly what SHE is ready to do. This organization is tailor made for a Titaness….a Titaness named Isis.
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The scene changes to a dimly lit locker room, where we see Isis Morales, dressed in her wrestling gear, seated on a stool with her head down, with the camera slowly closing in on her.
Isis: It’s all about the opportunity. Every step I’ve made, I left destruction in my wake. Now, I see a whole new territory in my view, fresh meat for me to grind.
Isis puts her hands on her long red hair and runs it across the back, her eyes still focused to the ground as the camera continues to move closer. She places her hand behind her ear, as if she is hearing something.
Isis: Listen…do you hear that? Sounds like a little buzzing. Oh yeah, must be those wrestlers on the SVW roster….like the buzzing of flies. Yeah, I hear those voices. Bet they all are somewhere right now, thinking about what they want to say about me; telling me how much they are not afraid of me and oh how they are going to overcome the gigantic mean woman and keep her from making a name for herself within the ranks. You can’t blame any of them in that regard. Because they know that when I put my signature on that contract, their insecurity level has gone way up. THEY KNOW that eventually they will be standing face to face with me.
I know these are the words they are thinking about because that’s what they all say. Look, I don’t give a damn what any of them say about me, and whatever they care to say. It’s nothing more than a buzzing in my ears and fuel for me to decimate them into singing a different tune. I’m a young, sexy, and physically gifted but I’m unlike any woman you have ever laid eyes on or got in the ring with. I’m a formidable Amazon and you all nothing but irritating bugs at my feet, just waiting for me to put you out of your misery. I am nobody’s stepping stone. And in SVW man or woman, you are ALL in the way of what I’m pursuing.
Isis closes her hands into fists and begins pounding them into each other as the camera comes closer.
Isis: SVW is already making noise in being an exciting wrestling promotion out there. And pretty soon, I will be the biggest and hottest person competing in it, making the promotion even more of a phenomenon. And none of you is going to change that. I don’t go out there and pleasure the fans. I don’t go out there to make people happy. My reason for being here is strictly business; the business of crushing people and winning championships. And from what I’m seeing here…business is gonna be booming.
At this point, the camera is close to Isis as if it is set-up to close up to her face. But still we can only see her hair as her head is still down.
Isis: You all may have made it to the top of the food chain in this promotion, enjoying the view of all the other women trying to take your spot. Now the only image you’re going to see is my ominous shadow hovering over you.
Then, as the camera is still close, Isis finally raises her head and looks directly at the camera with an intimidating, ice-cold demeanor.
Isis: So word to the wise, if I were you all, I’d trust your instincts and run while you still capable of doing so or wise up to stay out of my way…because your time here is now in its single digits. And the reality you will come to terms with is one thing…
Isis forcibly shoves the cameraman aside, causing him to all on his back and focusing the camera towards the wall. Just then, Isis approaches in view, with the camera capturing her in a low angle looking up at her…while the Amazon is looking down at the camera.
Isis: …that Armageddon is real.
With a malicious & menacing expression, Isis lifts her booted foot over the camera and drives it down on the camera, immediately bringing the camera to static.
“HE WHO WALKS THE FIRE BREATHES!”
Trivium’s Kirisute Gomen blasts over the PA system, drowning the arena in noise and thelights in the arena darken almost completely, save for one light which centres on the curtain. From the curtain emerge Arisu and Fuma, side by side.
John: The following contest is a tag team match set for one fall! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 387 pounds, Arisu Mitsuhide and Fuma... BLOOD AND FLAMES!
They start towards the ring, Fuma about a half step ahead of them the entire way down the ramp. They reach the ring and Fuma pulls himself onto the apron and steps through the ropes, holding them for Arisu, who climbs up the steps and then through the ropes. Fuma runs to their corner and onto the turnbuckle, spitting mist into the air, soon to be joined by Arisu, who stands on the bottom turnbuckle. She tugs him down again and the pair go over strategy as the music fades and the lights come back up to normal.
Mark: Fuma and Danielle -- or, how she'd rather be known now, by her Japanese name -- Arisu are still seething after losing the Tag Team Championships to the Dogs of War, and I bet they're walking into this match decided to make an example out of the Generation of Miracles.
Andy: And it would be awesome if either one of those incredible individuals made fools out of the goofballs they're about to face tonight. I mean, what's so interesting in a joker and a riot grrl pretender as Tag Team Champions?!
The lights dim inside of the arena, the Tron beginning to display black and white frames of two very different women beating opponents senseless with various amount of strikes, as a fierce beat alongside a low whistle is heard over the PA system, an inflatable NFL-like tunnel on the center of the ramp as the lights begin to flash white, red and gold all over the arena, the spotlight shining on the tunnel as “Bring Da Ruckus” by the Wu-Tang Clan starts through the PA system and the RZA’s voice blasts through the system.
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHER, BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
Bursting out from the inflatable tunnel to the roar of the crowd are Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade. Both are geared up in their respective attires made of gold and black colors with red trim in Leander’s and white in Vanessa’s. As Cade executes a 360 spin with her right elbow leading, Leander raises his fist and hooks his arm around Vanessa’s as streamers of gold, black, white and red fire off behind and over them. With that both competitors make their way to the ring, staring down the ramp with every intent of making things happen.
John: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 375 pounds, they are Vanessa Cade and Leander Apollo… THE GENERATION OF MIRACLES!
The Generation of Miracles get inside the squared circle, the crowd showing their support accordingly as Vanessa and Leander ascend to the top rope on each side, Vanessa bringing her arms high up and gloves together to form her own logo within it while Apollo extends his arms to the side, basking in the crowd support. The two hop out of the top rope and begin their preparations for the contest ahead.
Mark: Who would you rather see as Tag Team Champions instead then?
Andy: Ignis, of course. She could be both champions, because she's better than any team you put together. Especially these two clowns.
The match begins with Danielle and Leander coming out of their corners. They meet in the center of the ring, but Arisu doesn't waste any time locking up with Apollo, going straight for the punches, delivering stiff closed fists to the Red Comet, before Leander eventually blocks one of those, grabbing Arisu's hand and whipping her into an emoty corner. Danielle hits the turnbuckles with some nasty strength and stumbles out of the corner, and Leander waits for her to come back at him to flapjack her into the mat... which never happens: as soon as Apollo lifts Arisu in the air, she hooks his head with her inside hand and shifts all of her weight backwards, smashing his head into the mat with a DDT. Arisu quickly gets up, delivering vicious kicks and knees to the fallen opponent, yelling that they shouldn't play it nice with former tag team champions. This fury is cut short by another counter by Leander, who grabs Arisu's leg and dragon twists it, sending the Japanese girl face first into the mat. Leander uses this time to get back up and go after Danielle, who immediately kicks him away in what many referees would judge as a low blow, as her foot goes straight into his lower parts. Apollo doubles over and stumbles backwards, Dani kipups and clotheslines him over the top rope, making him tumble to ringside in a messy heap.
Mark: Arisu is on a roll right now, Leander hasn't had a single successful attack on Danielle so far.
Andy: Danielle is a superior specimen, wouldn't you know? Japanese wrestling is a thing of beauty, and this Red Stupid here got nothing on her.
Vanessa immediately jumps down to ringside to check on her partner, but Fuma does the same and stands in between her and Leander, yelling at her to go back to her corner. While the two outsiders argue, Danielle picks up momentum on the ropes attempts a baseball slide... No! Leander escapes and Danielle slides out of the ring, watching as Leander enters the ring and picks up momentum on the ropes, showing her how it's done as he scores a baseball slide himself! Danielle crashes against the ring barricade, and now it's Fuma's turn to look back at his partner. Vanessa walks past Fuma and catches Danielle, throwing her back into the ring, much to the fury of the Dragon. Danielle has her back to Leander, who's waiting for her to turn around. When she does, Leander grabs her shoulders and sets her up for a muai thai combo... Nope! Danielle tucks her head in and rams Apollo into the corner, swinging her hand in the air looking for her husband to tag him into the match. Fuma immediately stops arguing with Vanessa as soon as he listens to Dani yell at him, and tags himself in just as Apollo is starting to get on the offensive against her, smashing closed fists into her spine. Fuma grabs him by the neck and smashes the back of his head into the steel post, and he finally lets go of Danielle.
Mark: Fuma has tagged himself into this match, just as Leander Apollo found an opening to get on the attack against his wife.
Andy: The mark of a well-oiled tag team wrestling machine, Marky! Fuma and Danielle are one and the same, they're in perfect connection!
Leander falls to his fours and looks across the ring where Vanessa is waving her arm at him, and starts crawling her way. Fuma shakes his head as he enters the ring, holding his foot and watching as he tries to yank his leg free so he can jump to his corner. With a negative shake of the head, Fuma starts dropping elbows into Leander's spine, one after the other, watching as the Red Comet yelps after each one of them, before he reaches for his head and yanks back, putting Leander in a dragon sleeper. Leander squirms against the hold, eventually finding a way to base his lower body properly, slowly getting up and fighting the sleeper... only for Fuma to break the hold himself and wrap his hands around Leander's waist, slamming him into the mat. After that, a cover.
ONE!
TWO-- NO! Leander kicks out with authority.
Fuma growls as he rises, hitting the ropes behind him and dropping an elbow into Leander's spine. Again the Red Comet yelps, slowly trying to get up. Fuma then crouches at Leander's side and starts speakins something to the Red Comet, which is met with... a punch to the bridge of the nose as Apollo rolls over himself. Fuma stumbles backwards, and Apollo buys himself the time to get back up, going after Fuma and delivering several Euro uppercuts to his chin, before throwing the Japanese opponent into the ropes. Fuma bounces and as he comes back, Leander executes a dropkick to his shin, making the big Oriental wrestler collapse and crash into the mat. Leander gets back up with a loud war cry that flames the audience, befure grabbing Fuma by his hair and lifting him to his feet... Only to get spat on the face by the Japanese wrestler!
Mark: Hey! He- He spat on his face!
Andy: Oh, for crying out loud, now you're gonna try to see mist on their every move? C'mon, his face is clean as never before!
Mark: Sure enough, he didn't mist Apollo's face--
Andy: THEN WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING?
Leander stumbles around as he clears his face, and when he does, with a grunt, he runs into Fuma... Only to get caught by him and thrown in the air, being slammed into the mat with a pop up sit-out powerbomb that Fuma keeps bridged for the pin!
Mark: POWERBOMB! IMPRESSIVE COUNTER!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Leander again kicks out!
Fuma gets back up in a rage and tags Danielle back into the match. Danielle enters the ring and circles Leander, taking her time to step all over his body as she does, gringing the bottom of her boots into his face at one moment. This, of course, sparks another moment of rage in Vanessa, who starts yelling at Danielle, who just stares at the rival and speaks something back. This distraction is everything Leander needs to surprise Dani: as he rolls over himself, he pops back to his feet behind Danielle and delivers a pistoning elbow into her spine. She arches and falls to her knees, but quickly gets back up, turning around to see Leander and throwing a high kick... which he blocks and holds her feet. He then shakes his head no with a smirk, as Dani throws her other leg in an enzuigiri. Leander ducks that, and Danielle's leg hovers over his head, setting herself up for a cartwheel. Leander then lifts the cartwheeling Dani and spins her in the air, scoring an atomic drop. Dani pops up, and Leander finishes the combo by wrapping his arms around her waist and slamming her into the mat with a German suplex. After that, Leander finally jumps to his corner and tags Vanessa in.
Mark: Vanessa Cade FINALLY makes it into the match! She's fresh, and she has all the energy in the world to take on the tandeming dragons!
Andy: Which doesn't say much about someone who I bet gets winded when she opens up a door too fast.
Danielle slowly crawls to her corner, but Vanessa quickly makes her way to Arisu and holds her leg and drags her back to the center of the ring. Dani then rolls over herself and, much like she did to Leander, she attempts to kick Vanessa away. Vanessa moves out of the way and Arisu meets nothing but air. Danielle quickly rolls again, getting back to her feet, only for Vanessa to armdrag her back down. Danielle gets back up, is brought down by a second armdrag. Again Arisu gets up, and Vanessa lunges forth, trying to strike Danielle with a spinning elbow that misses wildly as Danielle bridges backwards very Matrix-like to escape the hold. As she pops back up though, she walks straight into a tiger suplex by Vanessa. This time, Danielle doesn't get back up on her own, demanding a little help from her opponent, who gladly does so, only to whip her into an empty corner. Dani crashes against the turnbuckles, and Vanessa rushes into her and strikes her with a vicious running elbow shot. As Danielle takes two drunk steps forward and then falls on her face, Vanessa rolls her over and covers.
Mark: Vanessa with the Generation's first cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Andy: And here comes Fuma!
Before the referee could dream of counting a 3, Fuma invades the ring and kicks Vanessa's head, breaking the pin! Vanessa rolls over semiconscious, and Danielle smartly rolls out of the ring to pick herself together, as the referee is desperately trying to get the non-legal man Fuma out of the ring... all for naught, as Fuma is stomping a mudhole into Vanessa. The referee starts counting Fuma out and threatening to disqualify Blood & Flames, as Fuma realizes Danielle is heading back into the ring with renewed energy. As Dani hovers back into the ring, Fuma drags Vanessa back to her feet nd whips her into Danielle, who strikes the blonde with a spinning back kick. The stunned Vanessa crawls to the ropes as Fuma finally leaves the ring. The blonde uses the ropes for leverage to get up, but she's quickly helped by Dani, whograbs her by the waist and executes a snap release German suplex that sends Vanessa tumbling quite literally across the ring. After that, Dani drags Vanessa to the center of the ring and covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- NO!!! Vanessa kicks out with authority!
Mark: The Generation is giving Blood and Flames a fight, but you can't deny the Japanese team has cranked the cruelty level up a notch. they're picking their opponents apart in an amazing display of dominance.
Andy: Was there any doubt about it? The Mitsuhides are superior, simply put. Sure, they wouldn't have it in them to face someone as my Megan, but they're a damn good second place!
Danielle lets out a LOUD demonstration of frustration after that lost cover, tracking back to her corner and tagging Keiji back in. Fuma enters the ring and gets back to stomping a mudhole into Vanessa's prone body. After he's satisfied, he starts bringing Vanessa back up, only to have a vicious back elbow sent into his stomach, folding him over. Vanessa realizes she's hit the sweet spot with that elbow before straightening herself up and whipping Fuma into an empty corner. Vanessa then sprints into Fuma's direction, leaping to catch him with a kick to his head... NOPE! Fuma pushes away from the corner and strikes her with a brutal lariat that spins Cade in the air before she crashes back down. After that, he does the cutthroat taunt, before hitting a foot against the mat with a rhythm, much like an amble, while he waits for Vanessa to get back up.
Mark: He's signaling for the end! Here comes the Dragon's Tail!
When Vanessa is finally up, the Dragon rushes into her for the Dragon's Tail... NOPE! Vanessa telegraphs that and throws herself down, Fuma hovering over her and landing on his knees and rolling back to his feet, only for Vanessa to leap on his back and bring him down with an STO! Fuma gets back up, but Vanessa quickly shows she's awake by delivering several forearm and elbow shots to Fuma, who only defends himself and absorbs all the attack until he's cornered. Vanessa then yanks Fuma from the corner and trades positions with him, putting her own back against the corner, so she can leap to the second rope and then fly over Fuma, Sunset flipping him into the mat, and forcing herself over him for a cover!
Mark: SUNSET FLIP AND A COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Fuma forces out!
Andy: NOT YET!!! You think that weak ass flip's gonna put Fuma down for long?!
Vanessa seems to be disheartened as she checks with the referee if it really was a 2-count, which is confirmed. With a shake of her head, she tags Leander back into the match. Fuma doesn't have a proper chance to get up, as Leander flies into the ring like a bat out of hell, smacking Fuma to the side of the head with a Yakuza kick. Leander then watches as a punch-drunk Fuma tries to get back up on his own, eventually deciding to help him up his own way: putting his head between his legs in a Pedigree, and then lifting him upwards and holding his opponent over one shoulder, signaling for the Zaku II powerslam... But no! Fuma slips and lands on his feet behind Leander, hooking his head and spinning around himself in a neck dragon twist that sends Leander spinning to the mat! After that, the Dragon covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- NO!!! Vanessa breaks the count by dropping an elbow onto Fuma's back!
Mark: And AGAIN Vanessa breaks the cover!
Andy: She's reaching for the well too many times...
Danielle reacts to Vanessa's invasion by hovering into the ring and jumping onto her opponent, and the two female counterparts of the Generation and B&F start trading punches and slaps, eventually falling off the ring in a catfight-like brawl, while, inside the ring, Fuma gets back to his feet and again does the cutthroat, signaling Leo's end. As Leander finally gets back to his feet, Fuma starts with a flurry of jabs, chops, slaps, kicks, a machinegun of strikes, before he reels back and swings his leg in a front rolling kick... NO! Leander steps to the side and Fuma rolls into nobody at all, rolling back to his feet and turning around to see Leander, eventually eating a kick to the stomach and folding over! Leander then hoists Fuma up and, this time without any mishaps, slams him down with his inverted powerslam! And as he looks at his corner, with Vanessa having properly fought Danielle away, he smirks as he has an idea.
Mark: Zaku II! LEander has Fuma exactly where he wants to... and we're about to see some tag team action here!
Andy: EW.
Tracking back to his corner, Leander tags Vanessa back into the match, as Fuma gingerly brings himself up. Vanessa rushes past Fuma and Leander lunges into him with a jumping clothesline, at the same time the Golden Elbow sweeps his legs. Fuma crashes into the mat, as Leander winks at Vanessa and grabs his legs, setting him up for the Golden Slaughter carousel, until... "Pulse of the Maggots" hits the sound system?
Mark: Wha-- That's... That's Awesome and Almighty's song! What are they doing here?!
Andy: I know as much as you do, Mark, but things have gotten VERY intersting!
Sure enough, the graphic package for Awesome & Almighty take over the entrance screen, and Leander and Vanessa brace for their incoming assault. Greg Pettis and Cesare Cavallo finally come out from the back, but they don't seem to be all that interested in rushing inot the ring, instead standing guard atop the ramp, Leander and Vanessa staring laserbeams into them, until... WHOOP!
Mark: FUMA ROLLS VANESSA UP!!! LEANDER IS DISTRACTED!!!
ONE!
TWO!
Leo finally realizes what happened as he jumps at Fuma, but he's a shard of a second too late!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
Andy: HAHAHA! YES! WHAT'D I TELL YOU?!
Apollo manages to strike Fuma away from Vanessa, but the referee ends the match, and Fuma quickly rolls out of the ring to join Danielle, while Greg and Cesare start laughing their asses off at the Generation's failure!
John: The winners of this match, via pinfall... ARISU MITSUHIDE AND FUMA -- BLOOD! AND! FLAMES!
Mark: Blood and Flames dominated a big part of this match, but the Generation of Miracles hheld their own... And thanks to Awesome and Almighty, who apparently had NOTHING to do with this... The former champions leave with the win!
Andy: I told you I had no doubt about this outcome! You can blame A&A all you want, but I was saying from the start! Someone pick up this phone because I CALLED IT!
Leander seems to be at a loss inside the ring, looking back and forth between A&A and their opponents for the night. The former Tag Team Champions seem to be marginally pleased with their win, and we fade out into something completely different on Pettis and Cavallo's amusement.
We Interrupt This Interview For….
We are backstage where interviewer Cassandra Paxton is standing with Sydney Holt. The brunette’s arms crossed as she smirked.
Cassandra: Thanks for joining me Ms. Holt, and congratulations on your victory alongside Markus against Jax and Kitty.
Sydney: Thanks Cassandra, it was a hell of a contest but finally things went right it seems. I have a ton of respect for Kitty, despite not liking her much. And honestly I can’t wait to see where my career her in SVW takes me.
Cassandra: Glad to hear it, now what do you feel about Kitty facing off against your boyf-
We’re cut off as there’s loud ruckus off camera. Both Sydney and Cassandra turn as the camera makes it way around the corner. We see an image of Mickey Scarborough, her entire shirt hanging off her shoulders in tatters, flashes of a yellow bra in between her clothing. A line of blood dribbles from her forehead, busted open and there’s more of the red fluid coming out of her mouth as she drops to all fours and coughs up blood. Her teeth are stained red and she looks dizzied but can be heard muttering under her breath.
Mickey: [Something unintelligible]
Misty looks like a woman possessed, stalking Mickey with a metal chair in hand. As Mickey tries to start to use nearby equipment boxes to try and rise to her feet we see Whitmore put down the chair flat on the floor. As soon as Mickey was up Misty hopped up, legs wrapping around the woman’s head from behind and flipping her over...skull first onto the chair for a hardcore variation of Ad Astra! MIckey went limp instantly, blood pooling from the gash on her head as Misty got to her feet once again. The former Pride Champion stared down at Mickey with cold eyes before turning and walking away, both Cassandra & Sydney rush to check on Scarborough as we cut out.
Aura Rising
We cut backstage, where Max Walker is standing by with a very smug-looking Ada Banshou.
Max: Mr. Banshou, I think you know why we're talking to you right now. Your client, Chick Aura, made her debut in SVW last week after practically destroying a young man by the name of-
Ada laughs through his teeth, holding a hand up to Max's face to stop him.
Ada: The man's name isn't important, Mr. Walker. But what is about last week is that Ms. Aura delivered a message to the SVW roster. Everyone always comes into this company by walking through doors, interviews, blacking out the lights for some grand entrance...Ms. Aura didn't want to make her presence known this way.
The camera pans back as Chick Aura slowly walks on screen, standing between Ada and Max as she eyes the interviewer.
Ada: When you're as powerful as Ms. Aura is, you want it known that you aren't here to talk, you are here to WRESTLE!
Folding her arms, she nods to Harper.
Ada: That is why Ms. Aura destroyed this nobody, to show the other names of SVW that they're as capable of being annihilated in the same fashion. Whether you're Todd Williams, Lex Collins, Pollaski, Emma McNamara, Kelly McGuffin, Ignis, Isis Morales...that man's fate is what anyone can expect when they're put inside the ring with Ms. Aura. It doesn't matter how big or how small you are, how strong or how fast, Ms. Aura will show that only SHE possesses the strength to knock down any competition!
Ada turns to the behemoth of a woman, speaking to her in Japanese. Aura responds back in her native language before the translator turns back to Max.
Ada: Ms. Aura says she look forward to her next TRUE match in SVW, and isn't backing down from whoever that may be.
Chick Aura nods, and the camera slowly zooms in on her smirking expression before fading to the next segment.
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A recap of the closing moments from the SVW Championship match at Extreme Prejudice is shown, as well as Stryfe’s announcement afterwards. And from there, we cut to back to the arena.
Mark: And that’s what brings us to tonight, a rare defense of the SVW Championship on cable television! And a well deserved rematch at that. Just like at Extreme Prejudice, I’m joined by one of the men who will be challenging for that title, Chris Strike. Welcome back to the booth.
Strike: Thank you for having me back...three weeks ago, we got to call this one and see some really shady nonsense happen. This time around? Things could either be different and we have a new champion or Todd Williams will somehow pull a Houdini out of his ass yet again. However it goes, I’m ready to watch, scout and prep for Climax.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SVW Championship!
The lights go out in the arena before the opening of Light Up The Sky by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play building inside the the venue. As the vocalist kicks in with the opening line - “Light up the sky! Light up the sky!” - a whole series of pyrotechnic charges explode combine with the lights to bathe the crowd in a fiery glow, a spotlight hitting Ryan Steele as he nods his head to beat of the music. Another series of charges and lights going off above the crowd before he starts to walk quickly down to the ring, high fiving the crowd as he does so, taking the last few yards to sprint toward the ring and slide in underneath the bottom rope. Kipping up to his feet he heads for the nearest corner, throwing his hands into the air, getting a roar from the crowd as one final volley of pyrotechnics and lights go off in the rafters, illuminating the crowd. The lights return to normal as Ryan drops back down to the mat and waits for the start of the match.
John: Please welcome from Sheffield, England by way of Boston, Massachusetts. At a height of 6’0” and a weight of 234 lbs….RYAN SHEFFIELD!!!
Mark: There’s no two ways about it, Ryan got screwed at Extreme Prejudice. He had to contend not only with the champion, but our CEO. But as promised, Kyle is not here tonight and the Dynasty won’t be allowed at ringside either.
Strike: Interference will not be a factor in this match from the familiar parties that we have seen, but we know Todd Williams, Mark. He’s basically the Chicken Little of this company and I know well enough first-hand he’ll pull any trick in the book if it means retaining that title. Ryan’s gotta come prepared for that.
Bitches Love Me by Lil Wayne begins to blast across all of the speakers. The moment it does a shower of In Todd We Trust printed bills begin to rain down from the ceiling.
John: Introducing to the ring, he is the reigning and defending SVW Champion, hailing from Long Island, New York he is the Redeemer Todd Williams!!!!!!!!!!
Todd smiles as he steps into the ring. Fiona follows him. He calls Fiona to the center of the ring to the roar of boos. Without hesitation he pulls her in close towards him giving her a long passionate kiss on the lips featuring a lot of tongue action as well. He slaps her hands as she purrs before she slowly leaves the ring. Security immediately descends on Fiona, escorting her to the back as Todd yells at them to let her stay to no avail.
Mark: And there’s the champion, who has had all his usual tricks removed from the play book tonight. No Dynasty. No Kyle. Just him and Ryan, and the biggest prize in SVW on the line. He’s still complaining that they are removing Fiona.
Strike: Rules are rules, Todd. You got yourself into this mess, now you get to figure out how to get out of it...without getting your head nearly taken off by Sheffield, of course.
Referee Mickey McGuire jerks the title out of Todd’s hands, and raises it above his head before he calls for the bell. And before the champion has time to respond, Ryan immediately descends on him and starts unloading with right hands to the head one after the other. It sends the champion backwards before Ryan backs up a few steps, and mows him down with a clothesline. Todd hops back up, and catches another. Up again, and he eats another. Williams hops up a fourth time, only for Ryan to kick him in the gut and hoist him for the Michinoku Driver! The fans come to their feet as Todd slips out the back and rolls out to the floor.
Mark: Is Ryan fired up or what?! He almost hit the Driver right here in the first minute, and Todd’s taking a hike! Who can blame him?!?
Strike: Sheffield is still steaming from the screwjob at the hands of Todd and Kilmeade two weeks ago. He’s been waiting for this one...but he also has to be aware that champion’s advantage still applies here. You have to put Todd Williams down, while that prick doesn’t have to necessarily do the same to Ryan Sheffield.
Todd waves off the ring, but unlike last time, Ryan rolls right out after him. Sheffield comes up from behind and spins him around, hammering more rights into his head repeatedly before he spins him around again. He scoops him up from behind and delivers a back suplex across the edge of the apron, causing the champion to shout in pain as Ryan stood over him, shaking his head as the fans were roaring in approval.
Strike: Like I said, Sheffield has to go and beat Todd...and goddammit he’s doing a pretty solid job of starting off that beating. Keep in the mind of the referee’s count right now, however...
Mark: Ryan’s been saving this since Extreme Prejudice. And while he wants to be SVW Champion, you gotta believe he also wants to beat the holy hell out of Todd Williams. And that’s not an exclusive club, by any means!
Ryan pulled Todd up by the arm, ramming him back first into the apron and telling one of the production crew to move. The crew member did just that before Sheffield used a hard Irish whip to send Todd back first into the ringside barricade! Williams’ back struck hard, causing him to slide down the wall, only for Ryan to charge at him with a knee strike that crushed his head between Sheffield’s knee and the barricade!
Strike: There is a bit of satisfaction at seeing this beating take place but dammit Sheffield, the count. You probably should get him back in the ring if you want belt.
Mark: From your mouth to God’s ear, Ryan is on his way to doing just that very thing. Sheffield is just dominant right now, and Todd has no answer for it.
The Brit pulled Todd up and threw him back into the ring, and sliding in after him as the referee had gotten to a seven. Todd began to crawl away from him as Ryan started to walk him down. The challenger’s face was nothing but business as Todd crawled behind the referee, pulling McGuire in front of him and telling him to disqualify Ryan.
Mark: Todd’s trying to get the referee to disqualify Sheffield, he doesn’t want any more and we’re only about three minutes into this match! McGuire is being used for a human shield in the meantime.
Strike: This is the part where Sheffield has to be careful...Todd Williams is a lot of things - scumbag immediately comes to mind - but he’s also resourceful when it comes to these type of shenanigans.
Ryan picked up McGuire and sat him to the side, allowing Todd the opening to go for a cheap shot. But the challenger caught him, ducking the shot and scooping him up for a tilt-a-whirl into a backbreaker. Todd clutched his back in pain, and began crawling for the ropes. He got to them fairly quickly, only to get grabbed from behind by Sheffield who launched him like a rocket with a belly to back overhead suplex that sent Todd hard into the canvas. The challenger rose to his feet as Todd was in agony, holding his back.
Strike: Todd might need a chiropractor after this one, Mark...good!
Mark: And to a nicer guy it couldn’t have happened! Todd is getting beat like a drum, and Sheffield has been absolutely dominant from the bell!
Ryan pulled the champion up, and whipped him violently into the far corner. Todd struck back first on impact as the challenger grabbed his arm again. He fired him across a second time so hard it took him off his feet as Todd’s back struck the corner on the opposite side. The champion staggered out, only for Ryan to scoop him up high overhead and use a military press to drive him back into the mat. Todd got to his knees, one hand still pressed against his back as Ryan moved around behind him, and caught him with a hard front kick into the spine. It froze the champion in pain for a moment before he got up, and then received a kidney punch before Ryan spun him around, and used a clothesline to take him back down.
Mark: The last time I ever saw anyone dominate the champion like this was at Fearless when you were in the cage with him. But there’s no cage and no Dynasty tonight, and I don’t think Todd is going to withstand much more of this.
Strike: Sheffield’s letting out every single bit of aggression - pun not intended - out on this ring tonight. But sometimes, blind aggression can work against you. Sheffield’s gotta keep focused on the prize rather than the dimwit he’s beating within an inch of his life.
Todd held up his hands, sliding backwards on his ass as he asked Ryan for forgiveness. He got to his feet slowly, reaching into his tights and offering him a wad of cash he kept there. Sheffield slapped the wad out of his hand, and Todd used the opening to jam a thumb into his eye. It blinded the challenger long enough for him to use a drop toe hold that sent Ryan neck first across the top rope. Sheffield stumbled away from him, trying to catch his breath as Todd grabbed his head and took off, bounding over the top rope and snapping Ryan’s neck across it as he landed on his feet on the floor. Sheffield hit the mat before Todd jerked him out to the floor, grabbing an audio cable and wrapping it around his neck to choke him out.
Strike: Sheffield got taunted far enough and that aggression just came back to bite him and although normally something along the lines of what he’s doing should cause a disqualification, I applaud McGuire’s leniency here for letting this match continue.
Mark: He knows we want a winner tonight, one way or another. So he’s letting it go, but I have a feeling we’ve just seen the beginning of how far he’s going to push these limits.
The referee screamed at him to release the cable before Todd finally did, pulling out a chair from under the ring and tossing it inside. And then a second one after that. McGuire immediately began to retrieve those chairs and remove them, while Todd jerked the ring bell from the timekeeper’s table and drove it into Ryan’s neck before clocking him upside the head with it. He tossed it back to the table as the referee finished clearing the ring, and turned back to see Todd empty handed with Ryan crumpled on the floor.
Strike: None of us are surprised by this, but Todd Williams is once again taking every shortcut in the book to escape with the SVW Championship and in this case, his life. Also, he just nearly killed our timekeeper too by tossing that bell right back at him.
Mark: Williams has a lot of class, and all of it low. Ryan’s been blindsided with the ring bell twice, and McGuire saw none of it for trying to get the chairs out of the ring.
Todd pulled the challenger up and rolled him back into the ring. Ryan clutched his throat still as Todd bounced off the near side, delivering a curb stomp into the back of his head. He quickly rolled Ryan over and laid backwards across him for the cover.
Mark: Look at that cover….
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Ryan shoved him off the cover to break the count as Todd smacked his hands together, telling the referee to count faster next time. He got to his feet, raking his boot across Ryan’s face as he stepped over him and climbed up on the turnbuckle, pointing to a section of the crowd where a sign was being held that read “Dynasty Section” full of fans for the SVW Champion.
Strike: ...Oh you have got to be kidding me...
Mark: There’s always some morons in every crowd, I’m afraid. Todd’s got his own fan club here tonight, which is sickening all on its own.
He gave them a thumbs up as he hopped down off the apron, moving back towards Ryan who was starting to get up. The champion hooked his head, delivering a neckbreaker to the challenger before Williams measured and dropped a knee into Ryan’s head. He bounced off the near side, and delivered a double leg drop across his chest before he started to head towards the corner. Williams ascended the turnbuckle to a chorus of boos, except for the Dynasty Section. He pointed to the sky and dove off with a flying elbow that connected across the chest of Ryan. He looked down at him, asking his fan club if they wanted one more. And they did, so he headed back towards the corner again.
Mark: That’s a mistake right there! He should have went for the cover, but Williams wants to make 15 fans in the upper deck who love him happy, I guess.
Strike: Well, he’s a vain bastard and he rarely gets any support these days - in fact, this bit reminds me of the Todd Williams of old, when...y’know, people used to just think he was a pandering idiot rather than a pandering scumbag with a penchant for dickery and vile [BEEP]ing nonsense.
Williams made back to the top rope, pointing to the sky before he came off the top rope with another flying elbow. But this time, Sheffield rolled out of the way and Todd hit the mat. The fans came alive again as Ryan rolled to his knees, still favoring his neck. Todd held his ribs where he landed. Ryan pulled him back to his feet, and began to hammer rights into his head again like he had at the start. He grabbed his arm and whipped him across for the ride. Williams rebounded off the far side, as Ryan caught him on the rebound with a big spinebuster! And once again, Todd’s back caused him to shout in agony, thanks to what Ryan had done before.
Mark: Ryan’s starting to get that second wind, and it was just in time. Right back to work on Todd’s spine, which is impressive he’s hurt it since I wasn’t aware he had one!
Strike: We learn something new every day, Mark...
Sheffield rolled him onto his stomach, stepping up onto the backs of his knees before he started slapping his ribs. Todd moved his arms to try to block the shots, only for Ryan to grab his hands and fall backwards. He hoisted Todd up into the air in a human surfboard, with Ryan’s arms and legs fully extended. The champion shouted in agony as McGuire asked if he wanted to quit.
Strike: Well, we’re going surfing here tonight in Kansas City.
Mark: More punishment and more damage to that back, Ryan has been focused on it from the start. Todd can’t tap, so he’d have to quit if he wants out of this hold!
Ryan showed impressive strength as he managed to hold Todd over him as he did, keeping his arms and legs fully extended and locked above him. Williams screamed in pain as McGuire asked him if he wanted to quit, but the champion just cried in agony instead. It almost looked like tears were running down his face.
Mark: What a man right there! I think Todd’s crying…. He has to be in agony, and it’s a good look for him!
Strike: I don’t know what would be more satisfying right now, Todd Williams being made to cry from the pain or the odds of his entire section of fans here tonight crying along with him...
Todd began to try to wiggle in the hold, finally enabling himself to fall backwards on top of Ryan into an unconventional cover.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Ryan shoved him off at two as Todd still held at his back in pain. The challenger got back to his feet as Todd crawled towards the ropes, doubling over in pain. McGuire asked Todd if he wanted to continue but the champion kept his back to him. Todd shoved the referee away as Ryan went to grab him, only for a fireball to erupt from his hands into the challenger’s face. McGuire got caught up in the ropes, trying not to go through them and missed it as Ryan dropped to his knees, clutching his face.
Strike: ...Oh goddammit Todd…[BEEP]ing fireballs, I swear...
Mark: A damn fireball right in Sheffield’s face!
Ryan blindly staggered to his feet, only for Todd to measure and connect with a superkick right to the jaw that dropped him like a rock. The champion dove across him, hooking both legs for the cover as McGuire moved into position.
Mark: No!! Not Like this!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!
Ryan’s shoulder shot up before the three as Todd looked down to his singed face, and got into McGuire’s face next, screaming it was three.
Strike: Nope. That was a two, Todd. Going to take more than a fireball to take Sheffield out of this fight.
Ryan’s hands continued to cover his face in pain as Todd cursed audibly. Sheffield started to move as Todd undid one of the top turnbuckle pads and tossed it to the mat. McGuire shook his head and began to re-attach it as Todd moved away, removing something from his boot...a telescopic nightstick. And as Ryan turned towards him, he shattered it into pieces across Ryan’s head! McGuire finished replacing the pad, and turned back to see pieces of it all over the mat and Ryan laying amongst them.
Strike: It’s one thing after the other with this guy!
Mark: What do you think caused all that, McGuire?! Did it fall out of the sky?! He’s asking Todd, and Williams has never told the truth in his life.
Todd ignored the referee’s questions, dropping down to hook Ryan’s leg again for the cover. McGuire reluctantly slid into position.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-no!
Sheffield’s arm popped up again as Todd pounded the mat with both fists in frustration. McGuire only held up two fingers as the champion was furious. He shoved the referee backwards, and McGuire returned the favor. Todd backed up a few steps, holding up his hands in apology as McGuire went to check on Ryan….before getting a superkick into the back of the head. The referee collapsed in a heap as a smile formed across Todd’s face.
Strike: That’s a sore loser’s attitude right there by Todd Williams and on any normal night, I’m certain Kilmeade woulda run out to the ramp, told them to ring the bell and likely hand Todd the title back himself after a DQ...but it will not be on this night, dammit!
Mark: McGuire got his head taken off. Sheffield’s down, the referee’s down, and the only one standing is Todd Williams. And with no referee, this situation just got a whole lot worse!
Todd rolled out to the floor, retrieving one of the chairs he had gotten earlier and slid back inside. He waved Ryan to get up with a grin on his face, tapping the chair against the mat. Sheffield was very slow to move, still rubbing his face from before as he did.
Mark: And here we go, Todd’s gonna take his head off and the referee is still out cold! He’s gonna steal this thing all over again!
Sheffield rose to his feet as Todd charged forward at him with the chair. Williams swung, but Ryan ducked it and kicked him in the gut. Todd dropped the chair as Ryan hooked him up and delivered the Michinoku Driver! The fans in Kansas City erupted, especially because Todd was driven into the chair!
Strike: He’s got him and the steel chair comes back to bite Todd right in the ass!
Ryan kicked the chair out of the ring, and crawled towards the champion. Referee Billy Phelps tore off down the ramp next, sliding into the ring as Ryan made the cover.
Mark: NEW CHAMPION!!! There’s Phelps!!
Ryan hooked the leg, but there was no count as Phelps didn’t look and went to check on the other referee. The fans in the arena were counting it instead, as Ryan pounded the mat to get his attention!
Strike: ...Billy, you’re killing all of us right now smalls.
Mark: Phelps is checking on McGuire… Turn around, make the count and we’ll have a new champion!
The second referee spun around, seeing the cover and slid into position to count. The fans came to their feet to count with him.
Mark: THIS IS IT!!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!- NOPE.
Todd’s shoulder popped up at the same instant Phelps’ hand hit the mat, prompting the referee to call for a two count. The fans were not happy at all.
Strike: If he hadn’t checked on McGuire...oh this one’s going to be argued for YEARS to come, Mark...
Mark: He had it! Ryan had it, there’s no question about it!
Ryan looked up to the referee in disbelief as Todd rolled towards the ropes. Sheffield got back to his feet, glancing over to the referee as Phelps went back to check on his colleague. Sheffield gave the sign for one more driver to the crowd before he headed for Todd, who was using the ropes to hold himself up.
Mark: One more Sheffield Slam, and that’ll be it! Todd can’t even stand up on his own, look at him over there!
Strike: He looks like his usual spineless self to me, Mark. But I know this guy...and he looks desperate. We know what he tends to do when he gets to that stage...
As Ryan went to grab him, Todd grabbed the cameraman in the corner. Sheffield tried to pull him free as Todd had the camera operator by both hands, who was trying to get free.
Mark: Todd’s got the cameraman, trying not to get pulled away by Ryan! That cameraman is trying his best to get free of Williams’ grip!
Strike: Desperation by the SVW Champion here and Sheffield has to be caref-
The cameraman got free of Todd’s grip, but the champion grabbed his camera instead and spun around. The camera cracked Ryan in the face, causing parts of it to break on impact!
Strike: Sheffield got caught by the camera right on the button and Phelps didn’t see a damn bit of it!
The broken camera pieces were kicked out of the ring as Todd scrambled across Ryan for the cover. He hooked the leg quickly as Phelps turned back towards the ring to see it.
Mark: Williams broke the camera across Ryan’s face! That’s what he wanted the whole time, not the man. He wanted that television camera!! And here comes Phelps!
Strike: Going back to check on McGuire cost Sheffield once, it could very well cost him twice now!
ONE!!!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Phelps called for the bell as the Kansas City crowd was furious. Todd rolled off Ryan onto his back, shaking with laughter as Phelps handed him his desecrated SVW Championship, which he hugged against him and continued laughing.
Strike: ...Climax it is, then...a chance to settle the score with not one, but two douchebags at the same time.
Mark: It took a fireball, a nightstick, and a camera for Todd Williams to leave Kansas City with the SVW Championship! Sheffield was screwed over once again, because of Todd Williams! He had it, but Phelps was more concerned with McGuire than the match! And look at the champion, he’s beside himself with laughter!
Strike: At the same time, Ryan Sheffield let his own aggression blind him to the fact that Todd Williams isn’t known for fighting clean, let alone within the rules...and it cost him. I’ve been in the same spot as him before against the same man, but my empathy ends there...
Todd sat up finally, using the ropes to help him get to his feet, still laughing as he raised his title over his head. Phelps raised his hand in victory as Todd kissed his championship. The boos rumbled throughout the arena, except for one section as Todd stumbled into the corner.
John: The winner of this match and STILL SVW Champion…...TODD WILLIAMS!!
Mark: So the stage is set! At Climax, Todd Williams will defend that title against Luther Thunder and Chris Strike! And there is no length that man will not stoop to keep that title! And--
The live crowd rumbled and began to cheer as they spotted Kelly McGuffin heading towards the ring with her manager in tow. Todd spotted her next, his laughter fading into a sunken expression as he saw Kelly carrying the Midas Touch briefcase!
Strike: ...Hooooooooooooly [BEEP]...
Mark: I may stand corrected on that. Don’t go anywhere! We may have a change for Climax after all!
Kelly slid into the ring as Christian cleared all the debris out of it. McGuire was back to his feet and on the floor as Kincaid grabbed Phelps, and showed him what was transpiring. Kelly raised the briefcase over her head as Todd’s face sank, shaking his head as he couldn’t even stand up and fell to his knees.
Strike: Everyone in Kansas City is anticipating the announcement but at the same time, Mark...none of Stryfe’s oversight sanctions from the Sheffield match would apply here if McGuffin goes through with this.
Kelly handed the briefcase to Phelps as John Youle grabbed the microphone.
John: Ladies and gentlemen, Kelly McGuffin is cashing in her Midas Touch contract! The following contest is for the SVW Championship!
The crowd roared at that announcement.
Mark: This arena is standing, this may be the quickest cash-in in SVW history!
Strike: But take a look at the ramp, Mark!
Kelly stared across at Todd as he backed away before the rest of the Dynasty began to head towards the ring. Christian immediately snatched away the briefcase from Phelps, telling him it was no dice now. Kelly stared at the champion as each member of the Dynasty came into the ring behind their leader. Christian pulled her by the arm, telling her this wasn’t the right time.
Mark: You were right, here’s the whole damn Dynasty! Christian took the briefcase back, and he’s telling Kelly now’s not the time to do it!
Strike: I personally may not like the man, but he’s smart here...McGuffin could barely fight off Fiona Williams’ shenanigans for months, she’ll get dissected by the rest of the Dynasty if she even tries it.
Christian shook his head, pulling his girlfriend out with him to the floor as the Dynasty surrounded Todd inside the ring. He handed Kelly back her briefcase as Todd then began to encourage her to cash in now.
Mark: Oh yeah, he’s got the entire Dynasty behind him, he wants her to cash in now! Kelly making a wise decision!
Strike: And that’s the part Todd seems to have forgotten given he had one of these before - it’s the briefcase holder dictates of the terms of when it happens, not the champion they’re fighting.
Todd laid the title out, inviting Kelly or anyone to come get it as he stretched out on the canvas, back to the mat as David, Maia, Stephanie and Fiona stood over him.
Mark: Todd’s daring anyone to come get it right now, and this right here is what has been the story of Todd Williams’ reign as SVW Champion.
Strike: Well, maybe I should go take the douchebag’s invitation on it...wouldn’t be the first time going up against all five of them.
Fiona pulled her husband to his feet, Todd still feeling proud until he looked up the ramp and saw the other opponent for Climax standing there. Luther watched from the ramp with Greg and Cesare behind him.
Mark: Look at that! Luther has his own little group of cronies with him! And we got the entire SVW Championship picture right here right now!
Strike: Well, it’s been a blast, Mark. But I think I’ll join the staring contest now.
Taking off his headphones, it doesn’t take long for Chris Strike to climb his way into the announcers’ table, standing up in full and staring a hole through the Williams Dynasty faction in the ring as well as Luther Thunder and his pair of disciples, the crowd in Kansas City roaring as he began pointing at them, making a belt motion around his waist.
Mark: August 23rd, it’s Climax! And you’re looking at the SVW Champion in one of these four individuals! Will it be Luther? Or Strike? Or Todd? And it might be Kelly! The road to Climax is upon us….we can’t get to Baltimore fast enough!
The show goes to a split screen, showing the faces of Luther, Todd, Chris, and Kelly as Aggression fades off the air.
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