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Live from the PNC Arena in Raleigh-Durham, North Carolina!
May 1, 2016
The SVW logo is shown bouncing around excitedly before we open on a highlight package showing the issues between the three people in SVW Championship matches tonight, as well as the feuds regarding every title match on the show. From there, we go live inside the PNC Arena. As the show opens, the crowd at the PNC Arena roars in approval as they see Chris Strike walking down the hallway, breathing in and out as he’s already dressed for the first of two battles he’s to face over the course of the night, his eyes averted down to his right hand as he’s putting the finishing touches on taping it up while walking down until finally walking into a more open area, production boxes stacked up against the wall and it isn’t until he hears someone clearing their throat that he’s snapped out of whatever thought process is running through him to look up...then around...and then, the realization of who exactly that voice belonged to as his face takes on a far more defensive stance while the cameras widened to see one of SVW’s newest arrivals in Mistress Vivi approach him.
Strike: ...And what exactly do you want?
Vivi: What, can’t I wish the great Chris Strike good luck before he gets the crap kicked out of him in a cage?
He exhaled, crossing his arms.
Strike: Counting on that one, aren’t you? Let me guess, something about seeing me trapped like an animal brings you the kind of joy that money cannot buy?
Vivi: Considering I paid for my flight here, I’d say money did in fact buy it. But since I’m not the one keeping you under lock and key, it simply won’t be as much fun. I do look forward to seeing it, though. And I hope she gives you the beating that I simply never - oh wait, I forgot. There was that time in Tijuana, wasn’t there? That was fun, we should do it again sometime. Especially now that we’re working together.
Strike: If you think things here are the same as they were in San Diego and Tijuana, you are sorely mistaken…
He doesn’t take any steps from his position, but crossing his arms, the expression on Chris Strike’s face fully indicates there’s enough history between both the newcomer and long time SVW mainstay...and none of it is pretty.
Strike: Let’s start with the fact that the moment your name even so much as came across Alexander Stryfe’s deck, I was his first call to see if you were actually reliable or nothing short of a fluke like the Robb Danielses or Jonathan Collinses of the world. And you know what? For as much of a sadistic and vindictive twat waffle as you are, I said “hey you know what, she’s terrible but she’ll make you money.” And while I don’t expect any sort of thanks, there is one VERY simple thing I’d like you to realize Vivi…here in SVW? You have to earn your damn keep. You’re not under a small microscope anymore. Sooner you realize this, the better.
Vivienne glares up at Strike, her hands balled into fists at her sides.
Vivi: Earn my keep? Like I didn’t earn my damn keep in San Diego. Like I didn’t bust my ass and do everything I could to get myself over, knowing full well that the boss hated me and was doing everything in his power to keep me sidelined. So if you think that I’m going to do any less here than I did in San Diego, then you don’t know me at all. I’ve been fighting and clawing for my chance to prove just how good I am and now that I’m here? I got a whole roster full of people to step on as I make my way to the top. I’m not throwing away this shot to raise some hell and show the world what you and everyone else in this business likes to ignore: that I may be a petty, vindictive bitch, but I’m also very, very good at what I do.
Strike closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling before a small nod escaped him.
Strike: Fair enough. You’ve got a clean slate. ...Don’t waste it. Now, if you’ll excuse me...there’s a glorified Amazon who gets to be trapped inside of a cage with me.
He begins to walk away, although after a few steps, he stops. There’s almost hesitation on him for a brief moment, before he sighs and turns his head back for a moment.
Strike: For what it’s worth...I am sorry about San Diego. And if you’re still feeling bitter about it? Well, you know where to find me moving forward, Vivienne.
Vivi: Oh don’t worry, I have my own ways of venting my feelings about what happened in San Diego. If you want to give me another title shot, on the other hand… I’m not gonna say no. Might be more fun now that I haven’t had to needle my way into it. But right now I think there’s a… what did you call her? A glorified Amazon, waiting for her chance to get creative with you inside a steel cage. Which, trust me, I will be watching. Who knows, I may even get the inspiration for new things Simon and I can try back at home.
Vivienne gives him a little wave and makes a shooing motion with her hand, letting him know that he was dismissed… for the time being. Strike scoffed at the mere motion, but knowing what was ahead with the cage match, he gave her a dismissal wave of his own while walking off with the cameraman walking backwards while focusing on him, as the cameras saw him shake his head with the hint of a grin on his face before the show goes to the opening music video for Fearles.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for... The SVW Championship!
The lights go dark aside from the ramp, as it's lit with a flashing a slow pulse of alternating blue and white. Samara’s laughter echoes through the arena briefly as Lady Venom by Swollen Members hits the speakers. And... No Samara. No Samara slowly making her way out with a smirk, stopping at the top of the ramp. The Berkshire Brawler is nowhere to be seen however. The cameras cut backstage and she isn’t even in her locker room. It does look however like her duffle bag was left open in mid-packing.
John: Hailing from Berkshire, England. This is the Succubus.....”The Berkshire Beauty” Samara Steele!!!
The Berkshire Brawler isn’t through the curtains, she hasn’t put a foot on the ramp, and while a great deal of the PNC Arena is booing (a small section of cheers amidst the Raleigh crowd) there isn’t anything to be beheld or boo or cheer. John looks around and then glances at Rocca who shrugs her shoulders, not seeming to know what happened to Samara if anything at all.
Wolf: I can’t help but shake the feeling that this might be Luther’s work. I don’t know where Samara is but the SVW Champion is very much the one to have been behind this!
Madelyne: That’s preposterous! Luther is a man of God! How could you ever believe that he would ever do something like that! ...Looks like John doesn’t have a choice. He’s going to announce the champion.
We hear a thunderclap, signifying the start of “The Man Comes Around” by Johnny Cash. As the acoustic guitar and the hypnotic words of the man in black fill the arena, the lights go out, and in a sole spotlight we see the slow walk out of Luther Thunder, his championship belt around his waist, flanked by Esme & his sister Tara, all in black. Luther bows his head, and makes the sign of the cross on his chest, before linking arms with the two ladies and walking down the ramp towards the ring, the spotlight following.
John: Introducing from Amsterdam in the Netherlands, accompanied by Esme and Tara Thunder standing 6’6” tall and weighing 270 lbs, he is the SVW Champion...LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Luther however doesn’t make it all the way to the ramp as someone jumps right over the barricade and is forced back, seeming as though they were going right for Esme. Tara steps in front of Luther’s wife with a few members of security immediately stepping forward to stop the strange fan. The SVW Champion looks confused by the rabble behind him and turns his attention back. This immediately opens an opportunity for SAMARA to leap over the barricade and catch Luther with a straight haymaker to the head with a pair of brass knuckles! The Dutch Devil stumbles backward as the Berkshire Brawler licks her chops and doesn’t waste a single moment before she dips his head between her legs, hook the SVW Champion’s arms and puts all her strength into hefting Luther Thunder up before executing a falling package piledriver on the unrelenting steel of the ramp before she gets up and rolls back into the ring before Tara and Esme can get their hands on her!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Wolf: A DOUBLE D DRIVER! Did Samara have that distraction set up?!
Madelyne: Well with Luther having his sister and wife at his back, Samara couldn’t get a proper leg up on the competition. All’s fair darling.
Wolf: I’m interested to see who will the fans attach themselves to this entire match, or if all the cheering will just be for Samara and Luther to destroy each other.
Luther is still recovering from getting dropped on his head by the package piledriver, helped to his feet by Esme and Tara who both stare daggers at the Brawler who is just beckoning Luther to come on and get him some. The SVW Champion pulls himself up and looks as though he has been caught with spit in his face, angrily rolling into the ring and shoving the SVW Championship into the hands of Rocca, telling her to get the match started already. Rocca quickly raises the title and motions for the bell to ring as the SVW Champion almost takes off like a bull in a China shop to get his hands on the woman who just put his hands on the almighty!
DING! DING! DING!
Samara is quick to step aside and pepper Luther with shots to the head, popping him with one after the next with no end in sight it would seem like as he swipes a hand at her again and she ducks out of the way, moving her head before she catches him with a swift shot across the temple followed by the next and then going for a snap jab under the temple, only to keep on going, firing off one shot after the next. She catches him with another shot before running up against the ropes and comes right back, spiking one of her elbows right between the biceps of Thunder, getting him in the corner and slumped against the rope. The Berkshire Brawler quickly puts a boot up against the throat of Luther and chokes him, before stomping away at the head of the SVW Champion repeatedly. She pulls back and takes a few steps as Luther begins to rise himself up before she runs forward and catches him with a stiff forearm strike. She puts a hand on her wrist and gives it a stretch before she walks around in the ring and raises her arms with a grin.
She gets ready to do it once more, coming running with a flurry at Luther but the big man this time raises a boot this time and catches her off-guard, letting her run right into the sole of his foot. The Berkshire Brawler stumbles backwards, wiping her mouth off her wrist. Luther gets ready to execute a counterattack, moving in for a knee lift but Samara has none of it and the Berkshire Brawler runs forward and uses all her body weight to shoot herself like a bullet at him with a Lou Thesz! He catches Samara but she continues to keep on, punching him in the face with as many rock solid shots that she can get on him before grabbing him by the face and biting his eye! The champion lets out a snarl and hefts Samara up before hitting her with a scoop slam! Samara gets right back up and Luther catches her with two stiff snap jabs before irish-whipping her! She bounces back as he goes to send her up and over in a back body drop but she hooks his head and executes a falling DDT before going for the first cover of the night!
OOOONNNNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
KICKOUT!!
Wolf: Samara with a package piledriver from the start of the match and since then she’s been unrelenting in all her attacks.
Madelyne: So unrelenting... I can’t wait to see how the champion goes right back at her. For me Wolf this is how wrestling should be. Neither one of these two are afraid to do whatever it takes for that title.
The SVW Champion pops a shoulder upward as the Berkshire Brawler doesn’t even blink twice about it, putting her hands on the head of Thunder and trying to lead him towards the ropes, not necessarily trying to powerlift him up again after that package piledriver, which might have taken a lot more steam out of her than would be recognized. The Succubus bludgeons Luther with a quick elbow and then another before forcing him up finally to his knees. Samara shoots forward with a grasp of his wrist, trying to send Luther for an irish-whip but he reverses and heaves her as hard as he can towards the ropes, sending her up and over the ropes! The SVW Champion rolls out after Samara before knee lifting her in the gut before forcing her head between his legs. Tara and Esme both put their hands together in prayer as Luther hoists Samara up on his shoulders into a crucifix position and yells, “REPENT!” ....
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BEFORE CRUCIFIX POWERBOMBING SAMARA INTO THE APRON!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Madelyne: ASSASSIN’S EDGE ON THE APRON! CLARK GET A FRUIT BASKET READY FOR SAMARA’S LOCKER ROOM LATER!
Samara’s mouth is in the shape of an ‘O’ and she looks to be in silent agony as the SVW Champion stares down at her with a sense of glee, paying the challenger back for what she gave him earlier in the match though he doesn’t stand still for look, looking slightly dizzied from the number of shots to the head she put on him. Rocca begins to tell Luther to get back into the ring or she’ll count him out but Luther doesn’t seem to be hearing her as he reaches downward and gets a hand on Samara, before she pops him once in the gut and then a second time on the temple, rocking him slightly while she’s on her knees. She pushes herself up and goes for a headscissor into the barricade but Luther has none of it and puts her on his shoulder’s in a fireman’s carry before turning to the barricade and executing a rolling slam into the barricade, bending the Succubus’s back over the wall again! About now Rocca has had it with Luther and begins counting him out as Esme begins yelling at Rocca that she doesn’t have any concept of godliness and in the meantime. This takes just enough attention off of Luther for Tara to come spinning out at Samara and lay her out with a vicious discus clothesline, nearly causing the English Brawler to flip inside out as the numbers game finally makes itself present.
Samara is down on the mat as Rocca continues on the count and Luther isn’t even trying to hear it, putting a hand under the neck of Samara and getting her upward before rolling the Brawler into the ring by the five count. Rocca points at Tara who puts her hands together in a prayer and says ‘God be with you’. Luther rolls into the ring after Samara and hooks both legs for the pin!
OOOONNNNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
TTTHHHRRREE---
....
KICKOUT!!
Wolf: A shoulder up by Samara and an arm to go with it and Luther looks to keep the control right back.
Madelyne: I would like to comment on it but Tara’s such a lovely blonde that I can only commend her on the spin of that discus!
Samara struggled to pull herself upward, and Luther was already on her, grabbing the Berkshire native by the throat before blasting her in the head with a headbutt before another and another and then one more into her nose. He lifts her upwards by the neck and then forearms her for good measure causing Samara to stumbling backward into the ropes where he takes aim and crashes another forearm shot to her skull before he turns around and blasts her in that back that has recently met the apron and barricade. He blasts her again and again before Luther forcibly threads Samara through the ropes, her ankles and shoulders hooks around the first and third with her waist a prisoner of the second rope. Luther sees this and bounces off the opposite rope, running forward and blasting Samara in the, right between the shoulders with a running knee lift that causes her to grit her teeth. Luther gets her with an inverted facelock before suplex lifting her up and over and dropping her into sideways jawbreaker that sees the Brawler bounce off the ropes and drop to the mat.
Luther goes for the pin once more!
OOOONNNNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
....
KICKOUT!!
Once again Samara gets the shoulder up, much to the chagrin of Luther Thunder. The SVW Champ puts a hand on the chin of Samara before hooking up a complete chinlock and putting the squeeze on her. He tries to hang her by his arms, slowly lifting the Berkshire Brawler up before executing a standing chinlock into a lift and simply letting gravity do the rest of his work on Samara. The Succubus suddenly lets out a gasp and bends her legs as though she’s getting a moment of pleasure out of it, which... Seems to throw Luther the fuck off, immediately letting go of her and flashing a straight ‘what the fuck’ face, being a holy man as he is. Samara quickly turns right around and punches Luther as HARD as she physically can into his throat! The SVW Champion’s eyes bug out, looking as though he had gotten struck in his manhood as Esme Thunder is heard screeching and snarling at Samara who waves her off. The wife of Luther has to be physically restrained by Tara, who is seen yelling and screaming!
The Succubus however figures she has gold to win and now’s not the time to listen to some BS like this as Rocca turns to Esme, telling her that if she continues she will be ejected from the ring. With this going on however and Luther still on all fours, Samara tees up and runs forward behind him, kicking the SVW Champ RIGHT in the Thunder family jewels, causing him to roll on his rear in agony and laying head first in more agony than could be imagined. Samara quickly follows up with a standing knee drop to the skull of Luther and hooks the leg!
OOOONNNNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
....
KICKOUT!!
Wolf: Back and forth we go with pins here and Luther had the control, but Samara took... What I could best describe as goldbricking on a whole other level.
Madelyne: A succubus would obviously be of negative interest to such a holy soul to the SVW Champion.
Samara hooks a hand on the ropes, taking a knee and taking a breather before she pushes herself off the mat and licking her lips savagely, looking as though she’s feeling a superman punch in Luther’s future coming up for her. She leans up against the turnbuckle and takes off, but Luther has none of it, catching her in his arms and spinning around before dropping her into the mat with a ring rope shaking spinebuster! He drops to the mat as she lays out and both competitors are staring up at the lights for a few moments. The SVW Champion seems to consider himself saved there and pushes himself upward before he makes the motion of his thumb running across his throat. He takes aim as Samara is getting up and goes for Thunderstruck but Samara catches him by the leg, puts it on her shoulder and drops on her knees, snapping it off and causing Luther undue agony! He kicks up on his heel as Samara tries to rush him with a short-arm clothesline!
She doesn’t knock the Dutch Devil down but she goes for a second one, this time with a rush of steam behind her and kipping off her feet for the strike, sending Luther down on his back after sticking the landing. Samara seems to say to hell with it and sits behind Luther, one knee down before hooking in a sleeper hold to sap the energy and stamina of the SVW Champion! Luther shakes his head with Rocca sliding into place, asking Luther if that’s it for him. The champion isn’t even trying to hear it at all, trying to raise his arms up and popping an elbow into the waist of Samara and then another before she puts in a knee to his back and continues to squeeze. Luther begins to cut out as his arms slow down. Rocca grabs his arm and holds it up...
OOONNNNEEEE!!!
Rocca goes to lift his arm up again...
TTTWW--!
Luther doesn’t have it this time, pushing himself up off the ring mat in a big way and letting out a snarl before immediately backtracking and crushing Samara up against the turnbuckle! She is leaned up against it as Luther rushes towards the opposite rope, comes flying back for a corner Yakuza Kick... BUT SAMARA COMES RIGHT BACK FLYING IN WITH THE SUPERMAN PUNCH!
Madelyne: DROP! DEAD! GORGEOUS!
Luther’s out like a light, spread eagled as The Succubus begins to drag herself onto Luther and drops right on top of him, hooking a leg and leaving her back on top of the SVW Champion, three seconds away from glory!
OOOONNNNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTHHHRRREEEEEEEE!!
...??
Rocca waves the pin off as Samara looks like she doesn’t understand, motioning that it has to be a three count and Rocca just shakes her head again. She puts at the arm of Luther Thunder, gripping the ropes with impunity and Samara looks as though she’s about to lose her mind on it. She mounts Luther and begins to unload straight rights, raining down on the head of the SVW Champion with one blow after the next with no end in sight. She finally pulls herself up and seems to let it go before trying to force Thunder up, seemingly looking to go for yet another Package Piledriver. She does get Luther’s head between her legs before he flings her up over his shoulders and onto her back on the mat!
Wolf: Samara was looking for another Double D Driver there but it wasn’t to be. Whether instinct or otherwise, the SVW Champion wasn’t interested in that and they’re both back up now!
The moment both see each other they start teeing off with straight lefts and rights to the head, Samara slowly being battled back into the corner! She blocks two shots from Thunder before blasting him across the temple and then unleashing hell with rapid jabs and now Luther begins to find himself being pushed backward and he goes all the way into the corner... Before he puts his hands under her arms and shoves her into the turnbuckle. She catches him right under the ribs and hops onto the first rope and then second but Luther kicks her feet out from under her and catches her head in a front facelock before spiking her head into the mat with an elevated DDT! She goes down, crumpled and Luther forces Samara up before sweeping her into a torture rack! He begins to swing her around, bending her worked over back on his shoulders as Samara lets out a silent hiss of agony!
Luther continues to bend her spine across his head and shoulders, not letting up and Samara’s hands reach out for the ropes but Luther doesn’t let her get it on, stepping right back to the center of the rope. Rocca asks if Samara wants to quit but she refuses, shaking her head violently before she begins to jab elbows into the head of the Dutch Devil, causing the SVW Champion to fall forward as Samara rolls off his shoulders and she takes aim before catching him fiercely across the back of the head with a knee kick! Luther slumps forward and The Berkshire Brawler walks towards the nearest corner, undoing the top turnbuckle pad and heaving it over her shoulder which causes Rocca to begin to yell at Samara admonish her before she goes to retrieve it as Samara lines up, waiting for Luther to rise.
Madelyne: Samara’s looking for ONE more DDG, and she’s gonna deck Luther so hard he’ll go headfirst into the exposed turnbuckle. It’s downright mathematical.
Wolf: Sure it is.
Samara goes running for Thunder but the Dutch Devil ducks underneath her and she nearly sends herself headfirst into the exposed turnbuckle but the moment she turns around she gets caught with a wicked superkick that sends the back of her head snapping right into the exposed metal turnbuckle. She flops forward with a nasty landing, sprawled out as Luther grabs Samara and drags her towards the center of the ring before flipping her over and dropping on top of her for the three count!
Wolf: THUNDERSTRUCK!!
OOOONNNNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTHHHRRREEEEEEEE!!
Samara kicks out just ONE MILLISECOND TOO LATE!
DING! DING! DING!
“The Man Comes Around” begins to play through the arena but Luther nor Samara have gotten up. Samara because of the finishing landing her head took after a vicious superkick to the head and Luther seemingly has been running on adrenaline all this time, the package piledriver, the superman punch and the countless attacks Samara put on his head finally catching up to him. Esme and Tara both slide into the ring after him and aid the SVW Champion in standing up. He finally does and takes his championship, refusing to let Rocca to raise his arm.
John: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND STILL SVW CHAMPION... LLLUUUTTTHHHEEERR TTTHHHUUUNNNDDDEEERRR!!
Wolf: I have to ask Madelyne... Luther is seemingly out on his feet more than I would have expected after that package piledriver that started the match. What’s your take on how he succeeded in this defense.
Madelyne: Simple darling. Samara came for his head even before the match began but every second Luther could rest let him find a way to survive. It took quite a while for her to capitalize on the Double D Driver but the moment Luther used the exposed turnbuckle he was already on her. Both made hmm... Excellent use of their environment but our beloved champion was just a second quicker on the uptake. He will continue to keep that going of course to survive Chris Strike next.
Samara is leaned up against the ropes now, glassy eyed as she pats the back of her head and the camera shows only the color red in her palm before she drops down in her seat as Luther is helped out of the ring before he raises his title in hand as we cut to a commercial for the world tour.
The One Eyed Monster
Suddenly all but the red lights in the arena go out. And those red lights begin to flicker like a fire raging out of control. The video screen then flickers, before going briefly to static. Then it too goes out just as a low female voice cuts in.
"Fear is closing your eyes at night, anticipating that you'll be haunted by the horrors of your past; only to wake up two hours later in a cold sweat for two years straight."
[The video screen flickers to static again for the briefest of moments, before again returning to black.]
"Fear is coming home to find your husband or wife bleeding on the floor from a neck wound; and not knowing whether or not they'll survive the attack."
Again the video screen flickers, this time showing the side profile of a woman in her mid-thirties with shoulder-length dark brown and red highlighted hair and a black eyepatch where her right eye once held residence.
"Fear is gazing into the innocent eyes of your children, hoping against hope that they won't turn out like you; that their lives won't forever be damned because of crimes you've committed."
The video wall cuts again to static, before giving us a frontal view of that woman with the eyepatch. A long, jagged scar snakes its way down from just under her left eye to her chin, while another cuts across from the bridge of her nose to her right temple.
"Fear is knowing, deep down in the pit of your gut, that there is someone... some_thing_ out there... that knows your tricks, your antics, that cannot be outwitted, outsmarted, nor manipulated."
The screen goes black once more, but this time a single spotlight shines on the center of the ring, revealing that woman from the video. Clad all in black, the "Dark Paladin" Myra Benedict sports a sleeveless tactical vest, plain tanktop beneath, combat fatigues and boots, plus maroon fingerless gloves on both hands along with a maroon elbow pad on her left arm. She's fully decked out in her ring gear, and lifts a mic to her lips.
MYRA: But this is Fearless, is it not?
MIXED POP! Some in the crowd still loathe this one-eyed warrior woman.
MYRA: For one night only, Raleigh, North Carolina plays host to high hopes and lofty expectations fortified by steely bravado.
A nod of her head.
MYRA: I get it; I do. Been there, done that, and back for more. Except on this night, fear returns anew. See, for over a decade, I terrorized the innocent, committing unspeakable crimes. I carved a bloody path through the wrestling world. But why? For what purpose was I driven to torture, torment, and mutilate every man and woman who stepped foot in my path? Sure I relished in the violence, the bloodshed, but it was never sexual in nature. Fame and fortune would have come easier than that; and yet I pillaged and plundered, incited riots and manipulated entire companies to my whim.
She pauses a beat, letting the hate swell within the hearts of the assembled crowd.
MYRA: I am the Monster, you see; born from a test tube in a lab somewhere in South Africa. Corrupted and then trained to fulfill my father's vision of a "perfect world" - one of total anarchy, total chaos. "The fires of Absolution will cleanse the world," he'd tell me.
She raises her voice over their jeers.
MYRA: And while I am not proud of my past crimes, I cannot change who I am, _what_ I am.
She takes a couple steps closer to the camera.
MYRA: Love me or hate me; I am, and will always be... a Monster.
She steps away again, turning back to the fans.
MYRA: Fortunately for some, times have changed. I've realized the error of my ways. I once used violence to plunge the wrestling world into chaos, to create Absolution. Now, I use violence to defend against it; in hopes that maybe someday I'll finally redeem myself. So listen to me...
She gestures all around her.
MYRA: ALL of you! Every man and woman in the back, I'm only going to say this once. I don't care who you are. I don't care what you've done, or what you've accomplished. Be you champion, challenger, or even curtain jerker, HEAR ME!
The whole arena grows silent all at once.
MYRA: If you cross the line, if you prey on the weak, the innocent... if you torture, torment, manipulate, maim, or mangle, among other things... then prepare yourselves.
A single nod of her head.
MYRA: Steal your bravado, your resolve; for fearlessness will soon give way...
...
MYRA: ...To _fear_. And then...
She flashes that signature fiendish smirk of hers.
MYRA: Then there will be violence, there will be bloodshed. I promise you this. All the things you've inflicted on others will be turned right back around on you! There will be no mercy, no forgiveness, only pain!
Myra removes the eyepatch from her right eye, revealing the empty socket behind it.
MYRA: I am the Dark Paladin, the One-Eyed Monster, and you have been warned!
With that, the spotlight goes out, and in an instant she's gone.
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A clip from their last match is shown that went all over the arena before we head back to the live show, and find John already in the ring.
Mark: You might as well call this Hell Night for the War Machine, but you can bet he has a lot of payback in mind after the melee we saw the last time these two met.
The camera shows the cage hanging in the rafters as spotlights flash around it before the camera goes back down to John.
Mark: And there it is, fifteen feet of steel. Cage matches are usually designed to keep everyone else out, but this one….it’s been proven we need it to keep them in the ring.
Madelyne: Personally I enjoyed watching Strike get thrown all over the arena. I was just sad she didn’t finish the job before he got his ass saved.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested inside a steel cage! The only way to win is by pinfall, submission, or escaping the cage.
The opening riff from Coheed & Cambria’s “Welcome Home” rips through the speakers as the arena goes dark. In a flash of light, the Athena stands at the top of the ramp, her arms outstretched and her back turned as bright colored lasers whip around from the ramp.
You could've been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would've endured my world
Rhea slowly makes her way down to the ring, rolling her shoulders a bit as she makes her way down the ramp. Rhea stays solely focused on the ring, ignoring the crowd for the most part as she climbs into the ring. The Modern Day Amazon climbs the turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd, her face calm as she gazes upon the masses before hopping down. The powerfully built Greek Amazon rolls her neck from side to side and stretches, pulling on the ropes as her music stops.
John: Introducing first, she hails from Tripoli, Greece! This is…’THE MODERN DAY AMAZON’ RHEA LASKARIS!!!
Mark: Ever since her manager was put out of SVW and seemingly out of commission, that woman right there has been a rage machine. She battered Strike the first time they met, and she tried to cave in his skull right out in front of the announce table. I don’t think it’s hyperbole to say Rhea is downright scary!
Madelyne: Oh, she certainly is. And if Strike had a brain in his head, he’d have apologized for what she did by now. But luckily he didn’t, or we wouldn’t have this lovely cage match.
The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning lyrics to “Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater blare out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.
John: And her opponent…from Denver, Colorado via São Paulo, Brazil…weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety pounds…HE IS “THE WAR MACHINE”…HE IS…CHRIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS…STRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp before he slowly raises his right hand up in the air, looking up and staring at it as smoke shoots out from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down the entrance ramp as the occasional fans reach out towards him from the rail while he walks down the ramp while keeping his eyes focused on the ring as the fans don’t hesitate to sing along with the chorus.
Pull me under! Pull me under!
Pull me under I'm not afraid!
All that I feel is honor and spite,
All I can do is set it right!
Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades…
Mark: If you’re looking for a technical classic, this won’t be that. This is just gonna be a fight, a pure flat out brawl between two people who absolutely positively do not like each other.
Referee Angela Rocca heads into the ring, looking up to the cage as it begins to descend. Rhea doesn’t wait though, taking off towards Strike in his corner as the two already begin trading blows. Lefts and rights connect one after another from both competitors with Rhea getting a little bit better of the exchange. Strike catches her with a short knee before he slams her head into the turnbuckle a couple times. He whips her across for the ride, causing the Amazon to land back first against the far corner. Strike takes off after her, leaving his feet for an avalanche style splash. Laskaris stumbles out of the corner along the ropes before Chris takes off the far side, looking for a big clothesline. But Rhea ducks down and back body drops him over the top rope to the floor. The War Machine lands hard on the outside as Rhea steps through the ropes to go out after him while the cage continues to descend.
Mark: Rhea didn’t wait for the bell, and the cage hasn’t even gotten to the ring yet! They should have brought the cage down first, I think!
Madelyne: This is fantastic, we’re getting two fights. One in a cage and one for free! Well that is if they ever make it into the cage.
Rocca screamed at them to get back in the ring, but Rhea paid no attention to that as she picked up Chris by the neck and threw him into the barricade. Strike struck hard before Rhea took off towards him, connecting with a boot to his jaw that nearly sent him back into the fans like the first time they met. But Laskaris grabbed his feet and jerked him away, causing the back of his head and neck to strike the floor instead. Meanwhile the cage was almost in place before Rhea pulled Chris up, and put his head over the apron, choking him in place with one hand as she waved the cage to come on down the rest of the way.
Mark: Look at that, stop the cage! The cage is gonna come down on Chris’ head!! STOP THE CAGE!!
Madelyne: See there, that’s true hatred right there. That’s hatred when you want to pop your opponent’s head like a zit.
Finally the cage stopped its descent just inches above the apron as Rhea shook her head, and pulled him before she scooped him up into a military press and threw him back to the floor again. The cage descended the rest of the way, and was quickly locked into place even though the participants were on the floor. Rocca opened the door, telling them to get inside but again no one listened to her. Rhea glanced over to the steps on one side of the ring away from the door before she headed for them. She grabbed the top half of them, and shook it free of the bottom half and started back towards Chris with it in her hands.
Madelyne: It’s just like that old saying we have in wrestling. It’s only fair to use the stairs!
Mark: This is like a prison riot, and Rhea’s running the yard! And whatever she has in mind for those heavy steps won’t be good for the War Machine.
As Rhea rounded the corner with the steps in her hands, Chris got to his feet and used a dropkick to send them back into her face and body. It stumbled the Amazon backwards a few steps before Chris used a drop toehold that sent her face first down into those same steps. Strike took a moment to try to pull himself together before he began firing clubbing blows across Rhea’s back and neck. The Amazon slowly began to get back to her feet though before Chris turned her around and executed a Russian leg sweep that sent her right back into the steps again. The sound of her head hitting the steps rang through the arena as Chris doubled back towards the nearest corner. Once more, he paused to collect himself as he waited on Rhea to start to get up. The Amazon didn’t keep him waiting long as she began to sit up on the bottom step. Strike measured her, and delivered a running knee trembler into the side of her head that rolled her to the floor, much to the delight of the crowd.
Mark: I think it’s dawning on Chris what’s in front of him. This isn’t about winning or losing for Rhea, she wants to end him!
Madelyne: He is definitely in a fight for his career at the very least. She doesn’t care about winning, she just wants to do irreparable damage. And I’m okay with that.
Rhea started to try to pull herself together as she rose to her hands and knees with Strike climbing up the exterior of the cage wall and dropping down off it with an elbow drop into her back to put her on the floor again. The referee continued to tell them to get in the ring, pointing to the open cage door awaiting them. Chris glanced up to her for a moment and pulled Rhea back up with him. He pointed to the cage door as he glanced back to the referee, and grabbed Rhea’s head before he went to ram her into it. Laskaris’ head bounced off the door, causing it to swing shut and open again since it didn’t lock. Rhea dropped to her knees as Chris hooked her head under one arm before he started to pull her back to her feet.
Mark: I don’t think the referee had that in mind when she was pointing him to the door, and now the War Machine is gonna DDT Rhea into Concussion City!
Madelyne: It’s a good thing this is his last year as a wrestler, though Rhea’s perfectly happy to let him have to call it in May.
As Chris was about to connect with it, Rhea blocked it long enough to sweep Chris’ legs out from under him. She rose up, stepped forward a couple steps before falling backwards with a catapult that sent Chris flying into the cage door. The Amazon got back to her feet, a snarl on her face as she pulled him up by the head and leaned his head against the entryway. And with a flash of anger, she slammed the cage door on his head as Srike crumpled to his knees, holding his head as he tipped over onto the floor.
Mark: Chris may have….he may be out cold right there! Rhea slammed the cage door on his head…. He may not make it to the main event tonight!
Madelyne: That’s fine by me, that means Luther wins by forfeit. I can’t wait to hear the fans when that one gets anounced.
The fans in Raleigh were relentless in their boos as Rhea reached down, pulling him up and shoving him through the doorway into the ring. She climbed up and into the cage as well before Rocca locked the door behind them. Rhea surveyed the live crowd, listening to their disdain as she glared down to Chris on the canvas.
Mark: Rhea is listening to a capacity crowd in the Tarheel State who absolutely can’t stand her. She doesn’t give a damn about it either. Meanwhile, the cage match is officially underway….whatever’s left of it!
Madelyne: I have a feeling this may be the absolute shortest cage match I’ve ever seen as well, they decimated each other on the floor for the last ten minutes.
Rhea delivered a hard stomp into Chris’ lower back as he tried to get up, still clutching his head from where it was hit by the cage door. She pulled him up to his feet, clasping her arms around his chest before she scooped him up into a bearhug. Her hands clasped tightly behind his back as the fans could see her arms beginning to squeeze. Chris’ head laid on her shoulder, one arm clutched to his head still as the referee asked him if he wanted to submit. The War Machine wouldn’t answer her though, while Rhea’s muscles could be seen flexing as she tried to tighten her grip around his ribcage. The referee asked again without a response before she grabbed his other arm and let it fall to his side.
Mark: We’ve seen the power in Rhea’s legs before, and her arms aren’t any different. I don’t think Chris will give up, but his body may give out whether he likes it or not. If you can’t breathe, it doesn’t take long for the lights to go out.
Madelyne: There are perverts around the world who’d pay good money to be where Chris is right now, he should be happy he’s getting it for free.
The fans chanted Strike’s name, trying to rally him back as the referee raised his arm a second time. And it collapsed at his side just like the first time. She went to raise it a third time, only Rhea moved away from her and began to shake Chris like a rag doll violently. When she stopped, he collapsed back over her shoulder again with both arms at his side this time. Rocca gave her the riot act for interrupting what she was doing, but the Amazon paid her no attention at all.
Madelyne: It’s cute that the referee thinks Rhea cares what she’s saying. Not like she can DQ her or anything in there.
Mark: Rhea doesn’t want the referee to stop it, she wants to continue the assured destruction of the War Machine!
Rocca grabbed Chris’ arm again before she raised it up a third time. And when she let it go, it fell part of the way but came back up. This brought the fans to life as Chris clapped his hands around Rhea’s ears. That stunned her briefly, and he ended up doing it again as Laskaris started to wobble backwards. Strike grabbed her head, and inadvisably delivered a headbutt into her face before she finally let go. He quickly grabbed her head, and pivoted off the ropes into a tornado DDT that brought the fans to life. He then covered her, weakly pulling the leg up in a hook.
Mark: Chris with a beautiful tornado DDT, he may have knocked her out!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Rhea kicked out just after the two as Chris rolled off the cover, once again clutching one arm to the side of his head.
Madelyne: He is still feeling the effects of the damage Rhea did to his head. It’s only a matter of time now, Strike.
It was clear he was still feeling the effects from the cage door earlier in the match. He pulled himself back to his feet, noticing Rhea was getting up as well. He took off towards her as she was bent over, catching her with a running kneelift to the face before he grabbed the back of her head and sent her face first into the cage wall. The fans responded well to that before he turned in the closest direction and rammed her into that wall as well. The Amazon lumbered for a moment before Chris moved behind her, grabbing her around the waist and snapping off a massive German suplex. He then bridged up into a pin attempt before the referee dove to make the count.
Mark: Chris with one helluva German suplex, and he’s going for it all!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Madelyne: Nope, you’re not going to keep her down like that. Strike is trying to turn this into a wrestling match, and that’s not what Rhea is interested in having.
Rhea got her shoulder up this time as Chris shoved her off him, sitting up and trying to gather himself before he got to his feet. The War Machine got to his feet slowly before he raised his hand up to the crowd, tapping the palm as they knew what was coming.
Mark: He’s calling for the Shotei...that palm thrust right to the face! I’ve seen him knock people out with that move!
Madelyne: You know why? He knows he can’t beat her any other way. He has to try to knock her out, because she’s cleaned his clock since before this thing even started!
Rhea was slow to move when she finally began to get back up again. Strike stayed out of the line of sight for the Amazon as he waved her to get up the rest of the way. The Amazon finally did so, looking around for the War Machine before he took off towards her, looking for the palm thrust which he connected with and it dropped Rhea like a rock to the canvas. The crowd came to life all over again!!
Mark: SHOTEI!! That’ll do it!! Strike hit every bit of it!! Cover her!!
Chris dropped down, hooking the far leg for the cover as the referee dropped to makethe count for him.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!!
Rhea kicked out again as Chris looked over to Rocca, asking if that was a three or not. The referee held up two fingers, causing Strike to shake his head as he started back to his feet again.
Madelyne: HE CAN’T BEAT HER!! He’s trying everything in his arsenal, and nothing keeps her down. This is TREMENDOUS!
Chris clasped his hands together, and raised them over his head as he moved around to a corner behind Rhea as she started to sit up again. The War Machine knelt down, measuring her as Laskaris started to rise back to her feet. And when she did, he came in from the blind side and slapped on his full nelson. But when he left his feet to finish the move, Rhea caught him by the head with both hands. She pulled him over her shoulder and took off, driving him face first into one of the steel columns of the cage!
Mark: Chris went for the Relampago….but Rhea caught him and drilled him into the cage wall right there on the support beam! And she hasn’t let him go!
Madelyne: She’s got her second wind now, and he’s going to wish he’d have apologized at the very least before this match had to happen.
She held Chris over her shoulder, gathering herself for a second before she took off the other direction and drilled him face first into that beam as well. Once again not allowing him to fall as he lay over her shoulder, she took off and delivered a running powerslam into the canvas! She reached across for his leg for the cover before Rocca slid into position for the count.
Mark: And that’ll do it! Strike can’t have anything left after that! Rhea’s gonna pick up a huge win here tonight!
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!
Chris rolled his shoulder before the three, only for it to flop back down to the canvas as Rhea looked over to the referee with a scowl before she drove right hands into his head and got back to her feet.
Madelyne: That’s right, Rhea. Just keep pounding on him over and over, some people are too stupid to know when to call it a night and you have to beat it into them.
The Amazon muttered something to herself as she moved towards the ropes, measuring Chris for a moment before she waved him to get up.
Mark: I have a feeling Rhea’s going for that scissor kick of hers. And with all the damage she’s managed to do to Chris’ head, that’ll put the final point on this cage match.
Madelyne: Good thing that cage is there, otherwise his head may go out into the third row with all the mustard she’s gonna put on this!
Chris very slowly began to try to get up again as Rhea watched him like a hawk. And when he finally made it to his feet, she charged out of the corner and connected perfectly with the scissor kick!
Mark: OLYMPUS HAS FALLEN!! THIS IS OVER!!
Rhea dropped to make the cover, hooking the far leg as Rocca slid into position to make the count for her.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! Wait!
Chris’ arm popped up again as Rhea’s eyes widened in a fury, glaring back at the referee as she got to her feet. Rocca only held up two fingers as Rhea started stalking her. She backed Rocca up into the cage wall, and wrapped her hand around her throat.
Madelyne: OH COME ON! That was a slow count, Rhea had this! Go ahead, and nail Rocca. She has it coming!
The referee’s eyes widened in terror as Rhea gave her a verbal lashing before she glanced down to the belt around the referee’s waist. Rocca’s eyes looked down as Rhea held her in place, and unfastened her belt before jerking it off her waist.
Mark: Rhea’s….got the referee’s belt! What on Earth is she gonna do with that?!
Madelyne: And here I thought the strap match was later tonight! We’re getting double our money’s worth here!
Laskaris stalked back towards Chris, wrapping the belt around his neck and dragging him towards the ropes. She climbed up to the second turnbuckle and tied the other end of it through the cage wall. She dropped back to the canvas as Chris hung from the wall with the belt around his neck. Strike began to try to fight to get free as Rocca immediately went to help him do just that. Rhea headed towards the doorway, letting it open and stepping out of the cage onto the floor as Strike finally got free of being hung. Rocca glanced around to see that Rhea escaped the cage, and called for the bell.
Madelyne: I’m surprised the referee didn’t give Chris three minutes to try to get out so she could call it for him instead!
The live crowd booed to no end as Rhea raised her own hand in victory, an angry expression etched across her features as she heard it made official.
John: The winner of this match by escape of the cage….. “THE MODERN DAY AMAZON” RHEA LASKARIS!!
Mark: That’s gotta be an upset! Rhea Laskaris tried to hang the War Machine, and used the opening to walk herself right out of the cage! Rhea has picked up the biggest win of her career!
Madelyne: How is it an upset when she destroyed him two matches back to back? Strike got what he deserved, and now Luther can finish him off later!
Strike dropped to one knee in the ring as the cage began to ascend back into the rafters again, trying to catch his breath as Rhea stood triumphant on the floor, folding her arms across her chest till the referee raised her hand as well.
Mark: Rhea with a massive win here tonight, and Strike….he’s still gotta compete again! There’s no way he’s going to be 100% or even close to it for his SVW Championship match later tonight. And Rhea….well she may have just punched her ticket into the main event right here in Raleigh! Because think about it...if Chris somehow manages to pull it off...Rhea’s got to be the #1 contender!
Madelyne: If she is, I hope Rocca doesn’t referee it. She has damp panties for Strike, and she won’t call anything against him unless she just absolutely has no other choice. I’m proud of Rhea for winning under these very biased circumstances!
Laskaris absorbed the disdain of the fans as they booed before she headed back up the ramp, running her hands along her waist signifying she wanted some gold as Strike stared at her from the ring with just as much anger in his eyes. From there, we head to the back.
How Hard Did You Hit Her?
Next we see some “highlights” of the recent match between Sydney Holt and River Campbell, which are not very flattering for one of them. From there, we head to the back and find both women on either side of Benjamin Brown.
Ben: Not too many weeks ago, River Campbell issued a challenge to Sydney Holt feeling she could do what she has seen many do on television. Sydney here accepted the fight, and proceeded to have the most lopsided match, I believe, in SVW history. So I thought I would invite both women here, and allow River to maybe apologize for her words. Thank you both for joining me.
Sydney gave Ben a nod, glancing at River.
Syd: Happy to be here. I hope things can y’know, move on now.
River stares at the two before shaking her head.
River: I’d hardly say it was the most lopsided match ever. That’s just...hyperbole. That’s just you trying to make Sydney here feel better about herself. Trying to make her feel like she’s not as much of a failure as she really is.
The guitarist shrugs her shoulders.
River: Let’s be totally honest for a moment here Sydney Holt. Of course you’re happy to be here. With an interviewer stood between us.
The musician indicates the interview area and Ben and continues speaking.
River: Because if we were down there, in the ring with a referee you know that you’d be getting your ass kicked right about now. That first match? Just an aberration. An unrepeatable phenomenon. An off night for me.
Ben looked more than a little bewildered, looking from River to Sydney and back to River again.
Ben: But you didn’t even land one punch on her at all. I’m not sure she broke a sweat even. Uh..Sydney, your thoughts?
Syd didn’t reply just yet, staring in disbelief at River a few moments longer.
Sydney: Are you sure you passed the wellness policy here, because I’m pretty sure you have to be on some considerably powerful drugs to believe anything that just came out of your mouth. Kick MY ass? Are you fucking joking? Go back, look at the match and save yourself the trouble of going through it again, River. You’re supposed to be a smart girl, stop this nonsense.
River: I’ve watched the match. I learned from my one mistake. I know that I can take you down. I know that I’m better than you, tougher than you and more of a fighter than you. Last time I took it a little easy on you and hey, yeah, I had to spend a couple of days in bed afterwards. That’s just a rough weekend and nothing else. But hey, totally understand that you’re worried about stepping into the ring with me again. Lightning doesn’t strike twice and all of that jazz and you couldn’t possibly repeat the last time out. Probably best for you.
Ben: It sounds like she’s challenging you to a rematch, because the first match was a….fluke in her mind. Sydney, you may have hit her harder than you realized.
Sydney: She wants it, she gets it. After all the whole lightning thing is a miss, little lady. If you were half as smart as you pretend to be you’d know that. Y’know, lightning rods, all that stuff. Stay in school kids.
Syd shook her head.
Sydney: Personally I’d rather see you learn from your mistakes, get stronger and become someone admirable. But hey, if you’d rather get your ass kicked worse than last time by all means.
Ben: I’m not sure if this will happen, we’ll have to get some kind of confirmation from the CEO. But stay tuned, we’ll try to find out more in the days to come.
Ben stares bewildered at River as we cut elsewhere..
Youle: The following match is set for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first…..
The lights dim down in the arena as “The Truth” by Beanie Sigel begins to blare through the P.A. system. A few moments pass by as out comes “The New Age Reckless Jack” Andrew Moore steps out from the back. That cocky grin is already plastered onto his face hearing the crowd reign down jeers on him. Andrew starts his walk down to the ring, taking his sweet time getting there.
John:…..coming to the ring hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota weighing in at 195 pounds… He is the “New Age Reckless Jack” Andrew Moore!!!
After hearing that introduction the crowd only gets louder in their hate for the cocky young man. Moore jumps up onto the ring apron followed by leaping into the ring. He heads for the closest turnbuckle going to the top. He keeps that cocky grin on his face before backflipping off. More boos ensue while the song dies down.
Wolf: This rivalry started off innocently enough until Andrew insulted Defy’s girlfriend. I don’t know what he was thinking when he did it though.
Maddie: That is easy to answer. He was trying to let Defy know the truth about the girl that he is fucking. It’s not his fault that she is a skank ho.
Youle: And his opponent…..
“Immortals” as performed by Fall Out Boy begins a pounding beat from the PA system as a row of pyrotechnics erupt from the stage before a masked figure steps out onto the ramp, greeted loudly by the fans. He presses his hands together and bows to the fans and takes off in a dead sprint towards the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and runs to the far side of the ring, bouncing off the middle rope in a springboard before he lands on his feet, rolls through and nips back to his feet before he takes another bow to the crowd.
John: Hailing from the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois at 180 lbs, please welcome….DEFY!!
Wolf: Defy has a lot of momentum on his side as the last time they met up, Defy picked up a well-earned victory over the despicable Andrew.
Maddie: Oh please, Wolfie, don’t give me that crap. I was there when Defy screwed poor innocent Andrew out of a victory that he had worked hard for. If the ref had seen Defy holding the tights, we would be talking about Andrew being up one nothing over the masked menace.
Weatherby was given the nod for this match as he checked both wrestlers before calling for the bell. Andrew smirked as he charged at Defy with a clothesline that almost knocked Defy out of his boots. Andrew smirked as he turned back towards a quickly rising Defy. He snatched him up in a devastating snap suplex that caused Defy to grab his back in pain. Moore smirked as he stomped on Defy’s back a couple of times before pulling Defy to his feet. Moore didn’t give defy much time to register where he was as he was sent for the ride into the corner. Moore followed him with a high knee that centered on Defy’s back. Weatherby started his count as Moore was laying punches into Defy’s back. As Weatherby got to 4.5, Moore stepped away from the corner with his hands raised as if he had just done a glorious thing, drawing a loud boo from the fans. Weatherby checked on Defy first to make sure that he would be able to continue before going to Moore and reading him the riot act. Moore, for the most part, ignored the ref as he leaned on the ropes with a cocky smile on his face.
Wolf: Moore is not really doing a lot to endear himself to the fans at the moment. It seems that he is only concerned with causing Defy a lot of pain.
Maddie: Bravo, Moore, bravo. Show that masked freak what it means to be a real man.
Moore looked over at the corner that Defy was in dismissively as Defy attempted to step away from the corner. Moore just shook his head as he stepped forward with his hand out in a sign of respect. Defy stared at it for a moment before swatting it away to the cheer of the fans. Those cheers were short lived as a sneer appeared on Moore’s face. Moore grabbed Defy and tossed him to the ground with an arm drag before keeping his arm synched in while placing a knee in the center of Defy’s back. Defy shouts in pain as he struggles to get out of the hold. Weatherby was right there to ask Defy if he wanted to give up. With the ref’s back to him, Moore reached behind him and grabbed the middle rope. The added leverage allowed Moore to pull back even further. Defy’s screams got louder as he kicked his legs to break free of the hold. The fans were livid with the ref screaming at him to turn around which he did but not before Moore let go of the ropes and returned his hand to Defy’s arm. Moore shrugged as Weatherby looked at him for a moment before going back to checking with Defy. As soon as the ref turned away, Moore went back to holding the ropes.
Wolf: It amazes me to what level Moore is willing to go just to ensure that Defy’s back is put through the wringer.
Maddie: Maybe if we are lucky, Moore will injure his back enough that Defy won’t be able to wrestle again.
Wolf: That is a horrible thing to say, Maddie especially considering you used to be a wrestler.
Weatherby noticed the ropes moving and slowly turned away from Moore. Before Moore caught up with what the ref was doing, Weatherby caught his hand on the ropes and called for a break. Moore refused to release the hold until Weatherby got to four in his count. Moore sighed as he glared at the ref for telling him what to do. Defy took the opportunity to roll out of the ring so that he could regroup. Weatherby was still giving Moore the third degree as Moore focused on the amount of time that was wasted letting Defy gain movement in his body. Moore growled as he finally just pushed past the ref and slid out of the ring after Defy. Defy scooted away from the stalking man as Weatherby started his count on the duo.
One………
Two……….
Threee………
Moore charged at Defy only to be taken down roughly with a drop toe hold sending him straight into the barrier. Moore was dazed from the offense as Defy crawled around the corner before stretching out a little to ease the pain in his back.
Four……
Five……
Six……..
Defy was the first to start moving and slowly made his way back into the ring where he used a corner to help prop himself up. Moore struggled to get to his feet as he shook his head on the outside of the ring. Moore glared at Defy as he pulled on the ropes to stand on the apron. Moore yelled at Weatherby to keep Defy back as he got in the ring. Just as Moore was straightening up, Defy used a shoulder tackle to Moore’s left leg taking him to the mat. Defy wasted little time hopping onto the second rope and hitting moonsault in the center of the ring. Defy quickly covered Moore as he held his back in pain.
One…..
Two…..
Kickout!!!!!!
Wolf: That moonsault took a lot out of both wrestlers as Defy’s back is still acting up a little bit. It’s good to see that he isn’t going to let it stop him in this match though.
Maddie: A real man would have hooked the leg so that his opponent couldn’t kickout that easily. What was he thinking making a rookie error like that?
Defy rolled off Moore with an exasperated look on his face as the ref held up two fingers. Defy sighed as he slowly stood up and was able to get the last of the knots out of his back before climbing the ropes. He smiled to the fans as he hit a leg drop from the top rope across Moore’s chest, causing him to wheeze a little bit. Defy’s mouth grimaced a little bit from jarring his back but otherwise showed no visible signs that he was in pain. AS he saw Moore start to stir on the mat, Defy went back to the top rope and went for a springboard moonsault. While he was in the air, Moore popped back up to his feet and planted Defy with an earth shattering powerbomb which caused the mat to be dented a little bit. Moore shook the cobwebs out for a moment before he picked Defy up and tosses him across the ring with a release german suplex. Moore grinned as he stalked Defy for a moment.
Wolf: Moore is wasting a lot of time slowly walking over to Defy. He is giving Defy time to recuperate.
Maddie: Oh please, he is just savoring the moment before he ends the idiot for good.
Moore made sure the Defy wasn’t near the ropes before going for a standing shooting star press. Defy had just enough left in him to roll out of the way of the move. Moore hit the mat with a loud thud before clutching his ribs in pain. Defy got to his feet and pulled Moore to his feet. Defy hit him in the stomach before hopping on his back, going for a leg trap sunset flip powerbomb. Just as he was passing through the legs, Moore quickly sat out on top of him.
Wolf: Defy was looking to soften Moore up for one of his finishers only for it to be countered at the last second.
Maddie: It was a thing of beauty, Wolf and I can’t wait to hear the excuses after this one.
Weatherby checked the ropes before dropping into position.
One…….
Two……..
Threee!!!!!!!!!!!
Defy was able to kickout but as a second too slow as Weatherby was already calling for the bell.
Youle: The winner of this match by way of pinfall……….. “THE NEW AGE RECKLESS JACK” ANDREW MOORE.
The fans boo as Moore releases Defy’s legs and stands up. He smirks as he holds his arms out taking in the negative feedback that is coming from the fans. He even poses a couple of times with his foot on Defy’s chest before Weatherby tells him to get out of the ring. Moore just shrugs his shoulders as he rolls out of the ring before strutting up the ramp with a grin.
War Dogs
The show heads to the backstage area, and there we find Dexter McKenna in front of the Fearless logo. He is surrounded the new Dogs of War as well as the original himself, Wendigo.
Dexter: SVW is about to begin its first ever overseas tour very soon, and our first stop is going to be in Manchester, England for Uprising. And on that show, Wendigo returns to action with the new version of the Dogs of War, Nancy and Conor who is going to be making his debut.
Conor: The people of Manchester, England are extremely lucky aren’t they? They get to see me first. They get to see the better Morrison make his debut. Who wouldn’t be excited about that? If anything that’s a reason to buy a ticket. Keep it. Frame it. Then you’ll be able to tell and prove to everyone that you honestly, truly were there to see it. They can see me pick up a win on my debut.
Nancy rolls her eyes.
Nancy: No-one will never be able to say that you’re short of confidence will they Conor? Personally I’m looking forward to this tour. First time I’ll have ever been overseas to wrestle instead of just as a tourist. English fans are amazing. Absolutely amazing. I’m looking forward to seeing them and showing them how tough I can be.
Wendigo: I can only echo Nancy’s sentiments. I’m looking forward to heading out on the Overseas tour, seeing different parts of the world and most of all I’m looking forward to getting back into that ring and competing once more. And I’m going to enjoy the moment that Conor realises that it’s not as easy as he thinks it is.
This causes the tall Canadian man to cross his arms and let out a small sigh.
Dexter: Well you three will be meeting a trio, of which two of them are not unfamiliar to Nancy here. It will be all three of you facing three members of the Worthy, that being the Unrepentant & Chick Aura. Nancy likely knows the Haroshis well at this point.
Nancy: Yeah, know the Haroshis very well. Kanna hits like she’s got steel in her hands and boots and she’s not a slouch around the ring; Gouken on the other hand is one of the better big men in the company - as powerful and as strong as Colby or Conor. They’ve got complimentary skills and they’ve both got mean streaks a mile wide. They’ll do everything they can to put a hurt on anyone they face on any night they want. Chick Aura I don’t know too much about in terms of being in the ring with her but from what I’ve seen of her, she does fit right in with the siblings and I think she’ll be as big a challenge as anyone we’ve faced.
Wendigo nodded his head.
Wendigo: Oh yeah. Chick Aura could eat Conor here for breakfast. I mean look at her and look at him. Especially when he gets overconfident or takes her lightly.
He turns to look at Conor.
Wendigo: And you’d better look out for Gouken. Colby has a tendency to push his buttons on Twitter...do things like make him wear Mickey ears and he’ll probably look to take it all out on you. It could be fun to send you out there first with those three and Nancy and I will bail you out when it starts getting too nasty.
Conor: Bring them on. Gouken...well he doesn’t talk...but if he did, he’d be all talk. And Chick’s pretty much in the same boat with her little translator fellow. I’m pretty sure that I can handle them and anything they can throw at me.
Dexter: Good luck to all three of you, let’s send it back to the ring.
And that is, indeed, where we go.
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Written by Mark
After a brief clip of the history between them dating back to Criminal Intent, we head back into the arena as John is already standing in the ring.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"I wish I was tall, I wish I was fast
Wish I could show up with a bag full of cash"
Jessica Anderson emerges from behind the curtain with a scowl plastered upon her features. She places her right hand on her hip and tilts her head slightly, letting out a sigh as she just stands on the entrance way. She looks around the building in disgust, the size of the crowd bigger than anything she had ever been used to. Boos begin to filter in, and Jessica projects her voice as much as she possibly can to yell "SHUT UP!"
"I wish I had style, I wish I had flash
I wish I woke up with a butt and a rack
'Cause if I want you, I gotta have that"
John: Making her way to the ring, from Worcester, England and weighing in at 119 pounds... JESSICA ANDERSON!
Jessica begins to make her way briskly down the ramp, spinning on her heel to avoid any out-stretched hands on the front row. She reaches the ring and scales one step at a time, before straddling the middle rope. She pauses for a brief moment, mouthing an insult in the direction of the crowd, before pulling her body into the ring. She scales the turnbuckle and raises both hands aloft, in an attempt to agitate the fans. She hops down from the turnbuckle, once again adopting the scornful look as she looks around.
Wolf: Jessica Anderson took great offense that Freya’s return got more press at Criminal Intent than her arrival. And since then, she and Freya have gone back and forth getting at each other.
Madelyne: She has every right to feel that way. Jessica is a bigger star, and deserves a lot more pomp and circumstance.
The opening of "Violence (Enough Is Enough)" by A Day to Remember begins as the crowd gets on their feet and the lights dim down. When the vocals begin strobe lights begin to flash off and on making for an awesome effect. Pyro explodes from the stage as sparks begins to rain down from the top of the tron screen as out steps Freya Kane on a single knee. Freya looks out at the crowd before popping up to her feet letting out a loud primal war scream.
John: And introducing from Miami, Florida, weighing in tonight at 113 lbs… Freya Kane!!!
Freya begins her trek to the ring. Freya takes a walk around ringside before sliding into the ring. Once in she heads to the closest turnbuckle and goes to the top rope before throwing her arms out into the air as the lights come back to normal. She hops down and backs into said corner ready for her match to get underway.
Wolf: Freya’s been ready for this match since Criminal Intent, most likely. You can bet she has plenty of emotion to unleash on Jessica.
Madelyne: No one’s afraid of the Butt Bandit, stop trying to make her sound big and important. The only asset she has...is her ass.
Referee Billy Phelps calls for the bell as Freya immediately goes after Jessica, but Anderson ducks her head through the ropes and causes the official to back her up. Jessica takes advantage of this by ducking back in and jamming her thumb into Freya’s eye over the referee’s shoulder before shoving him out of the way, and beginning to fire right hands into her head to back her up. She shoves her back into the corner, unleashing four knife edge chops across her chest before a discus back elbow connected with her jaw. The live crowd booed her as she whipped her across to the far corner. Freya struck back first as Jessica came in hard with a corner clothesline before using an over the shoulder armdrag to take her down to the canvas. Anderson then clapped her hands as i she were getting rid of some dust, a large smile on her face.
Madelyne: Barely two minutes into this match, and Jessica’s already dominant! That’s how you tell who’s better.
Wolf: Does dominance include jamming your finger into your opponent’s eye to create an opening for yourself?
Madelyne: Yes. Yes, it does.
Jessica placed a boot on Freya’s chest, folding her arms across her chest triumphantly as Phelps dropped to make the count.
ONE!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
The referee barely got the one count before Freya swept her leg out from under her, taking Jessica to the mat. She quickly grabbed the other leg, and fell backwards as she catapulted her head first into the turnbuckle! Kane rolled to her feet, spun her around and climbed up onto the middle turnbuckle before she raised her fist and delivered ten shots to her head that the fans counted aloud.
Wolf: What a ridiculous cover! And Jessica Anderson is reaping the rewards of her arrogance right now!
Madelyne: That wasn’t arrogant, she had her whole foot on her chest. Not like it was just her pinky toe or something, geez!
Jessica stumbled out of the corner as Freya hopped up onto the second turnbuckle, and came off with a bulldog! She quickly mounted her back and began to bounce her face off the mat like a basketball before she got to her feet with a roar from the crowd. She doubled back for the corner, climbing up to the top rope this time as Jessica rolled onto her back to start to sit up. Kane came off with a seated senton into her chest before she hooked one leg for a cover as the referee dropped to count!
Wolf: Beautiful seated senton, and this is how you cover an opponent you expect to beat!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Anderson kicked out after the two as Freya got back to her feet, trying to rally the fans till she spotted Charity heading towards the ring with a big Jessica head on a stick.Charity began to walk around the ring, pumping the oversized Jessica head. Both Freya and the referee saw her for a moment, giving Anderson a chance to catch Freya with a low blow that brought her to her knees before the official turned back around.
Madelyne: I love that Jessica head she’s carrying, even though it looks kinda homemade. Does SVW sell those?
Wolf: Who cares?! Freya just ate a low blow, and Jessica is looking to regain control off yet another dirty tactic.
Jessica climbed to her feet as Freya sat on her knees before she got pelted with rights to her head one after another. She pulled Freya up, firing a few European uppercuts into her chest that rocked her backwards. She quickly hooked her head and hoisted her up into a vertical suplex that she snapped off without much trouble at all. Anderson took off towards the ropes, coming back and delivering a standing splash onto her opponent before she hooked her leg for the cover. Phelps dove into position to make the count.
Wolf: Anderson now with a more serious cover here after that splash!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Freya kicked out in time as Anderson got to her feet, looking over to Charity with a disgusted expression as her biggest fan continued to parade around with the oversized Jessica head.
Madelyne: I don’t think Jessica likes that head, it may not be big enough for her liking.
Anderson pulled Freya back up, giving her a peck on the head before she delivered her swinging snap DDT that planted Freya on the canvas. A proud smile formed on her face as she rolled Freya over, going for another cover this time.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Freya got her shoulder up before the three as Anderson told the referee to count faster. She rose back to her feet, putting the boots to her adversary before she pulled Freya up too. Hooking her into a headlock position, she was about to use her driver before Freya shoved her backwards. Anderson stumbled backwards a few steps and dropped to a knee very briefly before Freya charged forward with a step up enzuigiri to the back of her head. Anderson face planted on the mat as Freya dropped to her knee now, trying to pull herself together.
Wolf: What a shot to the skull from Freya! But you can tell all of the offense has taken a toll on her as she is slow to follow up.
Madelyne: Freya’s just generally slow, haven’t you noticed that? She’s like the slow kid in basketball who always gets fouled for double dribble.
Both women start to get to their feet, though Jessica is a little bit slower for obvious reasons. Freya takes off for the near side as she grabs Anderson’s head, and bounces off the ropes with a tornado DDT! The crowd really starts to get back into it now as Kane takes off for the ropes again as Jessica starts to sit up, only for Freya to drive her backside into her head like a hip check.
Wolf: She calls that….DisASSter, and it could be beginning to feel that way for Jessica at this point.
Madelyne: Wait, she hits someone...with her ass? Do we know where that thing’s been? Poor Jessica may need a tetanus shot!
Kane moves back towards the ropes, crouching down as she glances over with a shake of her head to Charity who continues to parade around with the big Jessica head on a stick. And as Jessica starts to get up again, Freya takes off with with a pair of flying knees to her face that puts her right back down. She immediately dives for the cover, hooking both legs!
Wolf: 12:15….and we got a cover!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOO!!
Jessica still gets her shoulder up in time as Freya checks to be sure as she gets back to her feet. A look of concern washes over Charity’s face as she hops up onto the apron, asking her favorite wrestler if she’s alright.
Madelyne: That shot even made Charity worry, what a good fan she is! If not a stupid one, at that.
Freya and the referee looked over to her, telling her to get down off the apron. Charity glanced over to them, apologizing for doing so before Jessica shoved Freya into her. The two cracked heads as Jessica rolled Freya up from the blindside as Charity fell to the floor. Anderson hooked two handfuls of tights after the referee dropped to count.
Wolf: WAIT A MINUTE!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Madelyne: That was BRILLIANT!!
Jessica rose to her feet, thrusting her arms into the air in victory before the referee held her hand up as well. But the celebration was short-lived as Freya got back up as well, and lunged towards her. Anderson dove through the ropes, and shoved Charity into the barricade before she darted up the ramp.
Madelyne: What a sore loser that Freya is! She got beat one two three, ad Charity needs to stay out of the way.
Wolf: That was a miscarriage of justice right there. Jessica sacrificed her own fan to STEAL the victory tonight at Fearless!
Freya looked none too happy, glancing around at the crowd who seemed to encourage her before she rolled out under the ropes and took off after Jessica. Anderson sprinted to the back with Freya in hot pursuit as we cut to a commercial for Extreme Prejudice.
The entire arena goes black, a few notes start playing and blacklights shoot down on the ramp
John: The following contest is set for one fall! Making her way to the ring, from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada... KAYLEE CLARKE!
“Paint it Black” plays in the arena and Kaylee makes her way out from the back, wearing a jacket that glows in the dark from the black lights. Kaylee looks out at the crowd, taking a couple of steps back and forth at the top of the ramp before dropping the jacket, the houselights coming back on as Kaylee screams out to a loud cheer. She walks down without further theatrics, heading straight down the ring, climbing up the steps and getting in under the middle rope. She walks over to the near corner, climbing up and screaming out again "This is my House!" She jumps off and rebounds off the ropes, ready for the match.
Mark: Now we have a match that started out of one's irritation with being interrupted by the other. First comes the one that actually took on Linda Ragnal's challenge, Kaylee Clarke.
Madelyne: And to call this match with us, Mark, none other than the lovely woman who ALSO got interrupted, and is out of a match tonight exactly because of these two women! GHelp me welcome to the commentary table the lovely, crafty and truly fearless Bianca Salvador!
Bianca: Thank you for the kind words, Maddie. At least one woman here knows what she's doing. Unlike the two idiots in the ring right now.
PUT ON YOUR WAR PAINT!
“The Phoenix” by Fall Out Boy plays over the PA system, signalling to the fans that Linda Ragnal is on her way out. Once the blonde woman walks out, accompanied by a blonde man right behind her, she waves to the fans before standing at the center of the stage, pointing her finger up before the screen displays a blue phoenix on it. Following that, Linda gives the man a kiss before she walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans.
John: And her opponent, accompanied to the ring by Christian Gardner... From Manhattan, New York by way of Scranton, Pennsylvania... She is the "Water-Born Phoenix"... LINDA RAGNAL!
Linda rolls into the ring under the ropes, standing up as she clears them. She stands on the turnbuckles, planting two fingers against her lips before pointing them out to the crowd. Linda tosses her hat out to the audience as well before hopping off the turnbuckles and waiting the match to start.
Mark: Linda Ragnal walked into the Pride Championship match between Paul James, Kaylee and Bianca here, stopping the-- You know what? You tell us, Bianca -- tell us about your relationship with Linda Ragnal and what caused this match to happen.
Bianca: What, do I REALLY have to repeat myself? Linda Ragnal is a crybaby who jumped into MY championship match just as I was about to get my victory fall and opened the way for the Fat Cheetah to retain his championship in a most unfair way. If there was any justice in this world, I'd still be contending for the Pride Championship, but NOPE! These two goons in the ring. They took it away from me. First Kaylee and her faux "don't get in my way" bullshit, when she got in my way first, getting an unfair championship shot that Alexander Stryfe pulled out of his goddamn ass, and then Linda and her crazy wish of getting embarrassed by me in the ring for a FOURTH time!
Mark: Tell us how you really feel.
Madelyne: YOU asked her to do it, Mark, don't be a hater.
The match starts with Kaylee and Linda still eyeballing one another, trading words, with the Canadian brunette far more vocal than the Polish-American blonde. Eventually, the two wrestlers begin to move in the ring, circling one another. Linda, aware of Kaylee's Olympic wrestling expertise, taunts her into going for a lock-up, raising her arms. Clarke is happy to oblige as she meets Linda in the center of the ring with a collar-and-elbow tangle. That backfires for Linda though, as Kaylee starts wrenching one of Linda's arms, making her way out of the lock up. Eventually, Clarke has the opportunity to trip Linda and send her stomach down to the mat. The blonde still manages to work that in her favor though, as she kicks the mat and executes a somersault, un-wrenching her arm and twisting Kaylee's arm with a wrench of her own. Kaylee groans as she tilts her body, eventually finding her way into the cloest ropes, grabbing the top rope not to force a rope break (which she eventually does anyway), but to use it as a leverage to jump over Linda's arm and undo THAT wrench, countering Linda's counter and putting the blonde in yet another arm wrench!
Mark: Very technical start to this match. Kaylee is a known Olympic, college wrestling connoisseur, and Linda Ragnal has ten years worth of experience behind her back.
Madelyne: And all this for us to get a snorefest to start us off. Bianca, do something about it!
Bianca: I want to. Believe me, I want to.
From there, without giving Linda the opportunity to double-counter, Kaylee pulls her closer and puts the blonde in a side headlock. Linda takes advantage of the proximity with the ropes and leans her body, leading Kaylee to and pressing her against them. Eventually, Clarke lets go of Linda's head and allows herself to be bounced across the ring. Kaylee hits the ropes across the ring for momentum and comes back for a Linda who's rushed to the center of the ring before the brunette could react. They meet as Linda coils up and shoulder tackles Kaylee down to the mat before she runs the ropes herself, building up her momentum before coming back fo Kaylee. Kaylee notices Linda coming and adjusts her body on the mat so to frustrate Linda's attack, forcing the blonde to go over her and run across the ring, hitting the opposite ropes. When Linda comes back, it's Kaylee's turn to take Linda down, as she pops up from the mat and grabs Linda by the waist, slamming her into the mat with a snap spinebuster. With Linda down, Kaylee makes a signal for the blonde "we're tied now" before offering Linda a hand to get back up.
Mark: They're one and one now, Kaylee knows that. And some sportswomanship to go with it.
Bianca: Adorable.
The crowd is beyond elated with the sportsmanship display as Linda takes Kaylee's hand with a smirk, getting up, and the two reset their stances. Eventually, Kaylee takes her turn at taunting Linda at a lock up, but Linda doesn't comply: instead, the blonde arm drags Kaylee into the mat. As Clarke rolls back to her feet, so does Linda, who rushes to the ropes next to her, bouncing on the second rope and flying for Kaylee's neck, trying to catch her in standing legscissors. She does, but the continuation of her move never happens as Kaylee staggers to the ropes and grabs the top rope. Linda goes for the Frankensteiner anyway because of the momentum she had already built, but Kaylee doesn't come with her. As Linda lands on the mat and backflips back to her feet, Kaylee jumps for her neck and brings her down to the mat with a snap DDT, knocking Linda silly so she can go for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Linda kicks out with authority!
Mark: Snap DDT by Kaylee and a two-count!
Madelyne: These two women are doing a great job reading one another's next moves, it all boils down to who's the fastest.
Kaylee gets up and waits for Linda to bring herself back to her feet. Once the blonde is on her knees, Kaylee wraps her arms around Linda's waist, preparing a suplex. Linda racts immediately, throwing a series of elbows to the brunette's head until she lets go. Grabbing Kaylee's wrist, Linda tries to send her opponent running across the ring. Kaylee plants her feet and sends Linda running instead. Linda makes her way to the far ropes, bounces back, and the two wrestlers have the sae idea, butting shoulders in the center of the ring. Both Linda and Kaylee then go back to the ropes behind them, bouncing into one another. Linda, however, hits the brakes before Kaylee, eventually having the chance to read the brunette's move and grab her in midair, putting her through a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Kaylee collapses, nursing her back on the mat, as Linda makes her way to the closest corner, making her way to the top rope. There, she waits for the perfect moment to attack, and that's when Kaylee is up and facing her. Linda leaps and catches Kaylee with her guard wide open with an avalanche cross body, flattening Kaylee on the mat! As the Canadian's legs fly up, Linda hooks one of them and makes the cover.
Mark: Linda going for the risk and reward here-- Crossbody block, and a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Kaylee kicks out with authority!
Linda nods as she gets up, watching as Kaylee gingerly makes her way up. When Kaylee is on her knees, Linda jumps on her knee, going for a step-up enzuigiri... But as she does, Kaylee arches back, and Linda kicks nothing but air, landing on her stomach awkwardly. As Linda starts getting up, Kaylee is on her feet and "helps" her opponent with an European uppercut that shoots the blonde up. Then she grabs Linda's arm and whips her across the ring. Linda hits the ropes and comes back as Kaylee leaps and strikes the blonde with a dropkick, knocking Ragnal down to the mat once again. Kaylee eventually decides against trying to cover Linda now, reaching for the blonde's head and putting her in a kneeling dragon sleeper, yanking back on Linda's neck as hard as she can. Ragnal begins to struggle, trying to shake free from the hold, with Kaylee tugging back as much as she can. Linda eventually notices, though, that as she tilts her body in one direction, Kaylee's grip gets a bit weaker. The blonde then tilts from one side to the other, only to get her proper breathing back, supporting herself up on one arm and using the other to elbow Kaylee's ribcage. She only needs one to make Kaylee let go. Linda then forces back to her feet, making mention of running toward the far ropes, but Kaylee reacts quickly, grabbing her legs and using Linda's attire as leverage to bounce back up, jumping for her head and smashing Linda down with a mat slam.
Mark: Quick thinking and spirit by Kaylee, and Linda is down again!
Bianca: A position she's used to be, really, if you think about it.
Linda is now nursing ehr neck as Kaylee is on her feet, rubbing her ribcage. Kaylee then decides to run the ropes, taking all the impulse she can ask for and coming back for a rising Linda. Linda notcies Kaylee coming and ducks under Kaylee's incoming lariat, forcing the brunette to go all the way across the ring, bouncing on the opposite ropes. Linda stands up and watches Kaylee hit the ropes and come back with built up momentum. This time, Kaytlee coils up for another shoulder tackle, but Linda leapfrogs over Kaylee, who once again runs across the ring to find the far ropes. Kaylee builds up even more momentum, but she doesn't see Linda's attack coming as Ragnal jumps and finds Kaylee's knees with a basement dropkick that knocks Kaylee something nasty: the Canadian is sent across the ring, rolling and clutching at her knees in pain. Linda then crawls over to Kaylee and, deciding against covering her for a pinfall, mounts on her back and puts her in a Fujiwara armbar!
Madelyne: A nasty armbar by Linda, she's about to snap Kaylee's arm off with that!
Bianca: If she does, that'd be lovely. One less idiot to get in the way.
Mark: Linda has Kaylee dead to rights in that Fujiwara armbar, but Kaylee seems to be slowly making her way to the ropes...
A distressed Kaylee tries to grab the bottom rope, right there in front of her, as Linda tries to difficult it as much as she can. Dragging herself towards the ropes inch by inch, Kaylee manages to fight the pressure and grabs the bottom rope, forcing a rope break! As soon as she notices that (thanks to the referee), Linda gives Kaylee a clean break, allowing her opponent to get back up, using the ropes as leverage. As soon as Kaylee is up though, Linda sprints forth, trying to catch Kaylee with a running clothesline... Nope! Kaylee grabs the top rope and pulls it down, making Linda go right over her and tumble over the ropes! Linda only has the time to hold on to the top rope herself, landing safely on the ring apron! Kaylee realizes that and goes for a lariat of her own, but Linda ducks and strikes Kaylee with a shoulder block, sending Kaylee a few steps back, opening the space she needs to fling herself back into the ring, striking Kaylee with a flying forearm strike. Kaylee collapses, and Linda rolls up to her feet, hitting the far ropes and coming back for Kaylee, taking a somersault on the mat and going for a rolling thunder... that finds nothing but mat, as Kaylee rolls out of the way and Linda crashes on the mat.
Mark: Rolling thunder... NO!!! Nobody home!
Madelyne: That was pathetic. All that handiwork for a belly flop.
Bianca: The story of Linda's career right there!
Kaylee rises to her feet, a bit wobbly still, staggering to the nearest corner, as Linda stands up and makes a beeline to the brunette, rushing at her for a corner shoulder block... No! Once again Kaylee moves out of the way, and Linda meets the corner post, being bounced back to the center of the ring! That's when Kaylee runs past Linda, meeting the far ropes and bouncing back at the Phoenix, jumping for her neck and bringing the blonde down with a sit-out neckbreaker! After that, Kaylee makes the cover!
Mark: Kaylee hits the WRATH OF KRANG!
Madelyne: Wrath of what now? Who is Krang?!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- NOOOOO!!! Linda's shoulder pops off the mat!
Bianca: It's a comic book thing. Something I'm having to understand a bit because of my boyfriend who's a huge nerdy stuff fan.
Madelyne: Ah, yeah, Kaylee has this Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles thing going on.
Bianca: Well, she definitely IS as agile as a turtle...
Kaylee lets a sigh of lament as she gets up, staring down at Linda, who's slowly coming back to her feet. Sensing the opportunity, Kaylee jumps on top of Linda's back and grabs her head putting her in another dragon sleeper, but this time completing the move with a legscissors sucking the life away from the blonde! Linda tries to fight against THAT hold, but Clarke rotates her gravity point and slams Linda into the mat while holding her in the submission!
Mark: ENSNARED!!! LINDA RAGNAL IS ENSNARED!!!
Madelyne: She tried this submission before! It didn't work!
Bianca: Maybe she's doing it differently this time? Wait, lemme go check it for ya.
Mark: H-Hey! Bianca! What the hell are you--
Linda sees that there's no way to crawl over to the ropes this time, as Kaylee has taken all the space around her. Her hand shakes up as she tries to resist the submission... And that's when Bianca leaves the commentary table to "take a closer look" at the situation. On the sight of Bianca approaching the ring, Kaylee voluntarily breaks the submission hold, staring down at the Brazilian, who stops in her tracks and smirks, with her arms up defensively. The Canadian warns the Typhoon to stay put and not interrupt anything. Oblivious to this, Linda capitalizes on Kaylee's move and leaps back to her feet, jumping for Kaylee's neck and bringing the brunette down onto her knees with a lungblower! Kaylee pops back to her knees, as Linda kip-ups to her feet and drags Kaylee's head between her legs, hoisting the brunette up in a backbreaker rack and then slamming her down with a tiger bomb, bridging Kaylee for the cover!
Mark: INTO THE ASHES!!!
Madelyne: And Linda may as well send Bianca a breakfast basket for that as a thank-you!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Linda gets up and celebrates... But her smirk quickly fades away as she notices Bianca at ringside clapping and mouthing "YOU'RE WELCOME!" at the Phoenix.
John: The winner of this match... LINDA! RAGNAL!!!
Linda makes her way to the edge of the ring, confronting the Brazilian, who just shrugs and makes her way out of the area, smirking at Linda and Kaylee.
Mark: This match happend BECAUSE of an interruption... And ENDED because of an interruption! Bianca Salvador has made herself present in this match, distracting Kaylee Clarke just enough for her to drop this match to Linda Ragnal! And you'd better believe Linda isn't happy to realize what's just happened!
Madelyne: Does anyone CARE? Kaylee was irresponsible enough to drop the ball there, and allowed Linda to win! Leave it to the black-haired idiot to make something stupid! A blonde wins the match thanks to the work of another blonde! C'mon, when this is what's going on, all is right in the world.
Mark: Except it isn't! This thing between Kaylee, Bianca and Linda is far from over, apparently!
This Could Be The Night
The cameras next appear outside the locker room area, and in front of one door is none other than Kelly Kincaid and her husband, Christian. CK is leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.
Christian: I cannot tell you how much I have been looking forward to Fearless. I mean I got two teams in the tag Midas Touch, the Fair and Dollars & Sense. One of my clients is challenging for the Defiance title. Just all sorts of things to look forward to tonight, but I’m not alone. You know who else has been waiting for tonight? She was practically one of the first in the building honestly. That’d be the Midas Touch contract holder...and my gorgeous wife, Kelly. We enjoyed watching the cage match where Strike and Rhea beat the ungodly hell out of one another. And our hats off to Luther on retaining against Samara, setting up his second title defense against Strike in the main event.
Kelly: Yeah...it’s not nice to be on the end of Rhea when she goes all crazy faced like that and seems like she’s trying to pound you down into ground beef but a whole Hell of a lot of fun to watch her do it. Especially against a guy like Chris Strike. While Luther found out just how tough Samara is...and congratulations to him, he lives to fight another day and the walking wounded get to head on out to that ring once more tonight and I’m looking forward to seeing that too. Should be one amazing match to watch shouldn’t it? Two men who absolutely despise each other and will be looking to finish the job that Rhea and Samara have started respectively. Who knows? Maybe Strikes retirement party will start seven months early right here in North Carolina.
Christian: Rhea has said more than once that she’s going to be Kelly’s shadow. And after what she and Chris did to each other, Kelly’s shadow may not be feeling all that swift right now. Don’t worry, killer. She hasn’t forgotten what all you did at Aggression, believe me.
Kelly nods her head.
Kelly: Not at all. My shadow definitely left an impression that’s for sure. But hey, look here I am and pretty much as good as new. While Rhea, well she’s probably limping a little bit right, probably black and blue in quite a few places and she’s certainly going to have some bandages wrapped her around.
The blonde shrugged her shoulders.
Kelly: For all I know she might look like a little Greek Mummy right about now with the same stiff legged walk and probably the same single minded focus of following out the orders of a long gone executive who seemed determined to get on my bad side...and that was probably one of his bigger mistakes.
Christian: I would advise her to retire from the shadowing profession, especially with how she must be feeling. Because tonight, we still got one more SVW Championship match to go. And who knows? Maybe one more besides that.
Christian lifted the Midas Touch briefcase, giving it a pat with a wink.
Christian: This night seems almost giftwrapped for Kelly to do what she has every right to do. People have tried to take this from her, people like Rhea have tried to destroy her. But she’s still standing, and she wouldn’t have missed Fearless for the world.
The gymnast smiled at the camera.
Kelly: Wouldn’t have missed it for anything. This is the sort of night that I’ve pretty much been waiting for. As Christian said, it’s almost giftwrapped for me tonight and has been placed on a silver platter. After all this time, after I’ve been through. Earning that briefcase in a battle royal against some of the best, the brightest, the toughest and most talented. After defending it against anyone who had even the most ridiculous reasons - reasons that stretched the fabric of believability - as to why they deserved this case ahead of me...here I am, still standing tall and still with this briefcase in my possession. And tonight...well, tonight might just well be my night.
Christian: Of course, we’ve said that before. But you never know. Either way, Strike and Luther….do your worst to each other. It won’t take much the way you two must be feeling….maybe we’ll be seeing you soon.
A grin formed over his face before we headed back to the ring.
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John Youle: The following contest is a no holds barred match scheduled for one fall!
A board game appears on the screen. We see two sets of hands moving pieces back and forth on a chess board until the final move finds the queen capturing the king.
Voice: Checkmate! The Queen takes the King.
The arena lights go out before the familiar sound of the opening voice echoes throughout the arena.
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 Youle: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina; being accompanied to the ring by her boyfriend, Seth star, she is the Champion of Champions and the face of Future Shock; this is “The Queen of Games” Jodie Gray!
Jodie ignores the crowd as she makes her way into the ring as Seth smiles at her, she blows him a kiss before placing her top hat and and jacket together in the corner. She skips around the ring a bit before finally reaching her corner; from which she then awaits the bell to ring.
A wicked guitar riff hits the sound system as as the song ‘Charisma’ by W.A.S.P. The arena immediately goes dark and a single white spotlight hits the top of the ramp. Green and purple music notes trail down the ramp as lights of the same colors begin to run throughout the crowds.
“I've a breath in minds of men with the lies I breathe!
No man's ever ruled the world not knowin' the curse of me!
I'm some of the seven sins, vanity in the lust of men!
I'm the Alpha-Omega man, I'll show you who I am!
Ohhhhhh, hypnotic charm, mesmerizin' face, my soul has a dark embrace!
A magic tongue, I'll seduce you all ‘till I'm your king, ‘till ya know my...!
CCHHHHAARRRIIIZZZMMMMAAAAAAAAAA!!! DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!?
I’M THE GOD THAT YOU PRAISE, WHEN YOU WORSHIP MY NAME!
CCHHHHAARRRIIIZZZMMMMAAAAAAAAAA!!! ARE YOU IDOLIZING ME!?
I’M A DANGEROUS THING, AND YOUR NEW MESSIAH’S ME!”
The lights turn brighten up and standing at the entrance ramp is an amazon of a woman with a side of her head shaved, dressed in a one piece wrestling attire. Bright pyros of green and purple begin exploding up the ramp in a pattern as “Charisma” continues to play over the sound system while “The Six String Sinner” does a little air guitar! She stops when the pyros come up beside her and smirks. With unfettered confidence she strides to the ring, stopping to point to a young man in the audience and tapping her cheek, telling him to kiss it... Before doing the same to the girl right next to him. Lydia turns around to check her kneepads but she’s sent sprawling backwards into the security barrier as Jodie catches her with a baseball slide! The Queen Of Games is like a woman possessed, leaping on top of Lydia from the ring apron and driving her head back into the security barrier over and over and over again! Phillip Rivers yells from the ring for Jodie to get Lydia in the ring so the match can officially start, but Jodie ignores the pleas and continues her assault, dragging Lydia up by the hair and violently throwing her into the security barrier again!
Mark: The match hasn’t even officially started yet but Jodie doesn’t care!
Madelyne: It’s a smart strategy! Lydia has got a huge height and weight advantage, and Jodie is making sure it’s not a factor!
Lydia starts to pull herself up to her feet, but Jodie hits her with a knee right to the face that sends her sprawling backwards! With a gleeful spring in her step, Jodie dusts off her hands and rolls back into the ring, leaning up against the turnbuckle as Rivers rolls out of the ring to check on Lydia. The Six String Sinner shoves Rivers away from her and drags herself to her feet, a slight trickle of blood starting to form at the base of her nose that she quickly wipes away before rolling into the ring. The bell finally sounds on this match and Jodie flies to attack as soon as Lydia is in the ring again, but Lydia spots the attack and steps to the side, leaving Jodie to put the brakes on and get a stiff forearm to the back of the head and neck for her efforts!
Jodie staggers into the corner and Lydia goes on the attack, driving her shoulder over and over and over into Jodie’s midsection, driving the air out of her before pulling Jodie out of the corner and throwing her flat on her back with a snap suplex. Lydia goes for the cover …
1 … Jodie kicks out!
Mark: Lydia has taken control of this match and Jodie is suffering for it.
Madelyne: Jodie is just pulling her into a false sense of security, just give it time.
Jodie tries to create space between the two of them, only for Lydia to go back on the attack and grab Jodie by the hair, pulling her back in for an another move but Jodie digs her thumbs into Lydia’s eyes! The Six String Sinner releases Jodie and stumbles backwards blinded, allowing Jodie the chance to catch her right in the face with a standing dropkick that sends Lydia crashing back into the turnbuckle! Lydia slumps to the mat and Jodie spots her chance, backing away from the corner only to charge and hit Lydia right in the face with a Running Facewash! Jodie grabs Lydia by the foot and drags her out of the corner to make the cover …
1 … Lydia kicks out, throwing Jodie off her!
Jodie immediately rolls herself out of the ring to put some distance between her and Lydia, but it doesn’t stop Lydia going straight after Jodie again, making a beeline for her and reaching through the ropes, only to get a blast in the face from a fire extinguisher that Jodie pulled out from under the ring! Lydia flies backwards, grabbing at her face and rolling around blinded as Jodie rolls back into the ring with the fire extinguisher still in hand, waiting for Lydia to turn around before she drives it into Lydia’s stomach and tosses it aside. With Lydia doubled over, Jodie takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker then hits her with a Shining Wizard as she sits up from the move! Lydia rolls over to stop a pinfall attempt, but Jodie locks her into a Single Leg Boston Crab and Rivers hits the mat to check for any sign of submission. Lydia roars out defiantly as she reaches for the bottom rope, using her elbows to slowly drag her own body weight and Jodie’s towards the ropes, pausing and reaching out periodically before she finally manages to wrap her fingers around the bottom rope.
Madelyne: See? I told you Jodie knew what she was doing.
Mark: Lydia has just taken quite an amount of punishment from Jodie here, but we know Lydia can take a hell of a beating and still come out swinging.
Madelyne: Please. Don’t give her more credit than she’s due.
Jodie holds onto the move and there’s nothing Rivers can do about it as Lydia continues to wail in pain at the hold until Jodie finally releases the grip on her leg. The Queen Of Games appears very proud of herself as she moves away from Lydia, dusting her hands off before charging at Lydia as she makes it to her feet. Jodie’s got a full head of steam on but Lydia stops her in her tracks, taking a step forward and lifting Jodie up to bring her down across the top rope throat first! Jodie flops around on the mat, gasping for air as Lydia goes on the attack, dragging Jodie up to her feet and hoisting her high in the air with a stalling vertical suplex, holding The Queen Of Games vertical for what seems like an eternity before dropping her hard on her back! Jodie tries to scurry back to her feet but Lydia is quick to catch her and drop her with a Sidewalk Slam before hooking the leg …
1 … 2 … Jodie kicks out!
Jodie immediately rolls out of the ring and Lydia follows out behind her, catching Jodie off guard with a STIFF lariat that almost turns Jodie inside out!
Mark: Good grief what a lariat!
Madelyne: That’s illegal! Get it back in the ring!
Mark: It’s No Holds Barred.
Madelyne: It shouldn’t be allowed!!
Jodie writhes on the floor, trying to find her bearings as Lydia drags her up by the hair and hoists her up high above her head, much to the pleasure of the crowd before Lydia drops Jodie down face first off the ring apron! The crowd roar in approval as Lydia pulls Jodie up and throws her into the ring steps, sending the steel flying from the impact as Jodie cries out in pain. Not giving her time to recover, Lydia goes back on the attack again, dragging Jodie back to her feet before picking the smaller woman up and holding her in a bear hug like grip before charging at the ring post and driving Jodie into it spine first! Lydia keeps hold of Jodie and plants her on the ring apron, shoving her under the bottom rope before sliding back into the ring herself, stalking Jodie as she staggers around back to her feet before The Six String Sinner wraps her up and plants her with an Evenflow DDT! Lydia hooks the leg …
1 … 2 … Jodie kicks out!
Jodie looks completely on dream street as Lydia drags her back up to her feet again and hoists her high above her head, holding her up horizontally before finally dropping her with a Gorilla Press Slam! The crowd are loving what they see as Lydia asks them “one more?” before going back on the attack as they cheer, only to be caught off guard by Jodie pulling her down into a small package attempt …
1 … 2 … Lydia kicks out!
Lydia scrambles to get to her feet, but Jodie catches her on the hop and plants her with an Impact DDT! Lydia tries to push back up to her feet, but Jodie is unrelenting in her attack, hitting the ropes to catch her with a low dropkick to the knees that sends Lydia slamming into the mat face first!
Madelyne: That’s it Jodie, get her down to your level! Amazonian freak of nature.
Mark: Jodie has taken a lot of punishment at the hands of Lydia but her speed is one of her biggest strengths and she knows how to use it.
Madelyne: Of course she does. They don’t call her “The Queen Of Games” for nothing.
Jodie rolls Lydia over and makes a cover …
1 … 2 … Lydia kicks out!
Jodie pulls Lydia back over and makes another cover, this time with her forearm driven into Lydia’s face …
1 … 2 … Lydia kicks out!
Jodie lets out a cry of frustration, screaming at Rivers when he denies it was a three count before the smaller woman climbs on top of Lydia and drives her head back into the canvas by her hair over and over and over and over again like a woman possessed. There’s hair flying everywhere and Rivers can’t do anything about it as Lydia’s head bounces off the mat over and over until Jodie finally relents and rolls out of the ring, making a beeline for the timekeeper’s area. The fans in attendance begin to boo furiously as Jodie folds up a chair and holds it up high as she carries it to the ring, sliding in as Lydia begins to get to her feet and slamming the chair square across Lydia’s spine! The Six String Sinner crumples to the mat but Jodie isn’t done, slamming the chair into her spine again. And again. And again! Jodie finally stops, the crowd showing their distaste at her actions as she just smiles, proud of her handiwork until Lydia begins to show signs of life and tries to struggle to her feet again, earning herself another stiff chair shot to the spine! Jodie tosses the chair aside and rolls Lydia over to hook the leg …
1 … 2 … Lydia gets the shoulder up!
Madelyne: WHAT?! How did she kick out of that?!
Mark: Never count Lydia out!
Madelyne: Oh you’re such a god damn goody two shoes.
Jodie is absolutely livid that Lydia kicked out! She screams at Rivers to count properly then turns her attention back to Lydia, grabbing her by the hand and hopping the ropes, walking along and leaping off to look for a tornado DDT, only for Lydia to somehow bring the momentum back in her direction and drop Jodie across her knee instead!
Lydia staggers back into the turnbuckle as Jodie tries to find her feet, charging as soon as the smaller woman turns around to almost knock her head off with a huge lariat! The fans begin to get behind Lydia once more as she pulls Jodie up to her feet and throws her into the ropes to drive her into the canvas with a huge spinebuster! Lydia hooks the leg …
1 … 2 … Jodie kicks out!
Jodie tries to crawl away from Lydia to create some space, but Lydia grabs hold of Jodie by the leg and tries to stop her progress, only for Jodie to roll over and kick Lydia off, allowing The Queen Of Games to get herself to the corner and turn around straight into a charging Lydia! The Six String Sinner crushes Jodie in the corner under her body weight then hits her with an elbow to the side of the head, then another before dragging her out of the corner by her hair and turning Jodie around, Lydia plants her face first into the canvas with The Dealer’s Hand! A Reverse Chokeslam Facebuster and Lydia rolls her over for a cover …
1 … 2 … Jodie kicks out at the last second!
Madelyne: Oh thank god! That move should be illegal!
Mark: The Dealer’s Hand is a vicious move and how Jodie kicked out of that I’ll never know.
Madelyne: I had every faith in her.
Lydia stares in disbelief as Rivers tells her it was a two count before she goes to pull Jodie up for another attack, but Jodie smashes her arms away as she gets to her feet then hits Lydia with a hard right hand that knocks her down to the mat hard! Lydia isn’t moving and Jodie looks incredibly proud of herself as she animatedly removed a pair of brass knuckles from her right hand!
Madelye: GENIUS!
Mark: Where in the hell did she hide a pair of brass knuckles?!?!
Madelyne: Oh please don’t tell me you’re that naïve.
Jodie throws the pair of brass knuckles to the side then drops to the matt and covers Lydia …
1 … 2 … Lydia barely kicks out!
Jodie slams her fists into the mat, screaming out in absolute frustration as the crowd go insane at Lydia managing to kick out. She immediately reaches into her top and pulls out of a black glove as Lydia begins to show signs of life, deliberately taking her time in putting it on as she stalks Lydia from behind until The Six String Sinner finally turns around and Jodie slaps on The Hand Of God!
Lydia’s arms flail wildly as she tries her hardest to fight back against the hold but Jodie has got it locked on tight and she begins to slowly fade, her body crumpling down to the mat until all movement has stopped and Rivers calls for the bell.
John Youle: Here is your winner by submission, “The Queen Of Games” Jodie Gray!!
Mark: Lydia tried her hardest but Jodie’s games were just too much.
Madelyne: Yes! The right woman won. Wait, what is Mika doing out here?
Maddie’s observations are spot on as Mika Demidov strolls down the ramp, applauding with a sickly sweet smile on her face as Rivers holds Jodie’s hand up in the air in victory. The Queen Of Games rips her hand from Rivers’ grasp and climbs the turnbuckle to celebrate her win, but her victory lap is short lived as she crumples from the corner following a vicious chair shot to the back from Mika, who slid into the ring without Jodie noticing!!
Madelyne: What in the hell?!
Mark: What a shot!
Jodie writhes on the mat, clutching at her back as Mika stands over her, holding the chair up proudly in the air. Jodie begins to try and get up, but she doesn’t get far as Mika waffles her with the chair again. And again. And again until there’s no sign of life from Jodie whatsoever!
Mark: What on earth is Mika’s problem?!
Madelyne: I would say it’s got something to do with Jodie’s role in the loss at War Games, were I a betting woman.
We're back to ringside as ring announcer John Youle is ready to announce the next match...
John: The following contest is set for one fall... And it is for the SVW PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP!
Mark: And this one is not going to be pretty, as two of the biggest competitors in the SVW roster go toe to toe fo an opportunity to be called a champion.
Madelyne: Ugh, you too, fat shaming already?! You and Wolf Ramsey are horrible, horrible people.
The lights in the arena go out. Just then as the intro to “Kong at the Gates” by The Misfits blares into the arena, generating a buzz from the crowd. As the music begins, and the spotlight is beaming on the stage, Isis Morales comes out of the curtain, along with Valentina Lozano. Wearing her black hoodie that is covering her head, Isis makes their way down the aisle in a slow, intimidating pace, with Valentina close behind, and the spotlight following them on their way to the ring.
John: Introducing first, the challenger: accompanied by the "Latin Goddess" Valentina Lozano, from Los Angeles, California... Standing at 6-foot-6 and weighing 210 pounds... She is the “Titaness of Destruction” ISIS MORALES!
Once they climb up to the apron of the ring, Valentina enters the ring while Isis faces the crowd and uncovers her hood, revealing her face, looking menacingly at the crowd. She easily steps over the top rope to enter the ring with ease and then walks towards the center of the ring to stand there, soaking up the reaction from the crowd. Isis then stomps her foot down on the mat with force and, instantly, the four corners of the ring shoot out smoke, with a booming sound, mimicking an explosion. She lets out a primal roar and then goes over to a corner where she climbs up and poses, yelling back at the crowd at every chance. She then goes toward the opposite turnbuckle and does the same thing after climbing up. Meanwhile, Valentina stands in the middle of the ring pointing at Isis in the corner with a sexy, but icy, smirk. Then, as she comes down, Isis takes off her hoodie and gives it to Valentina. Isis then runs herself across the ropes once to loosen herself up before joining Valentina in the corner of the ring as they wait for her opponent.
Mark: Alright, Madelyne, explain to me why I shouldn't call a woman lsuch as Isis Morales a big competitor. She's as tall as most of the males in the competition, and as built as one too.
Madelyne: Okay, for starters: SHE'S A REDHEAD! This alone should be a no-no!... But she's backed by the lovely Valentina Lozano, so I guess I can make an allowance this time. Clark, just in case, though... get my anti-allergics ready.
“Spit shine” by Xzibit starts to play out from the PA with thick bass and the monstrous black man shows up wearing all black, making his way down to the ring with heavy steps, rubbing his palms together a hint of smirk across his face.
John: And her opponent, also standing at 6-foot-6, weighing 450 pounds... He is the DEFENDING SVW Pride Champion... "The Fat Cheetah," PAUL JAMES!
Mark: And then there's THIS guy! This hungry dude has been turning opponents back left and right, but if he wanted a challenge as big as he is... Well, he just got it!
Madelyne: Except when you consider Paul James has a full grown human for a weight advantage over Isis....... Well, now that I said that, I'm nore sure if this works on his favour or against him, but nonetheless, this guy is huge, and he's not afraid of using that for his benefit.
Mark: Fat shaming, Madelyne?
Madelyne: Just.. Shut up.
The bells are called, and the two big wrestlers just stare at one another for a while, the statuesque redhead and the Fat Cheetah staring eye to eye, as, unlike most of James' opponents, the two turn out to be the same height. But well aware of his clear speed and size advantage, Paul taunts Isis into going for a lock up, and the redhead buys into it. They get into a collar-and-elbow, but the champion is fast to incapacitate Isis for a small while with a series of knees to the stomach, opening the way for him to reel back, hitting the ropes for some high-momentum assault. When he comes back though, Isis takes him right down with a powerful burst spear, shooting toward James with no momentum at all but still making the ring shake with the impact!
Mark: Isis with a burst impact there and GOOD LORD, the ring shook like it's made of jelly!
Madelyne: Yeah, there's no other way to look at it -- there's over 600 pounds of humanity on top of that ring. We're gonna see that happening a LOT.
Morales gets up and stares down at the champion, already shaking her head in contempt before grabbing his head, dragging him up to the center of the ring, taking him right back down with a DDT, smacking Paul James' head into the mat. Already having a hard time getting up, Paul becomes an easy victim to Isis' knee drops to his ribcage. Still, the champion powers through this assault, proving to be sturdier than Isis' opponents usually are. The Red Haired Goliath then changes her strategy, once again going for the head, forcing the champion back up and pressing him against a corner, where she starts throwing something harder than just knife-edge chops (since they won't even tickle the champion), but actually powerful backfists to the chest as she reels back and smacks with all her might. THAT, yes, has a powerful effect on the champion, who's left breathless for a small while. Isis then moves to the center of the ring to take some impulse, rushing toward James from the center of the ring, ready to smash him silly with a splash... Nope! Paul James comes out of the corner and grabs Isis with rather ease, keeping her feet off the mat right before he smashes her into the mat with a body slam!
Mark: And the power on Paul James never ceases to impress me. Sure, he has the size advantage, but he just lifted Isis off the mat and took her down like she's a sheet of paper.
Madelyne: Yeah, James may have met his match as far as raw power goes, but depending on how you look at it, so has Isis!
James gets back up and snaps his neck right before he grabs Isis by the head, making her get up. As soon as she's on ehr feet though, Isis slaps James' hands away from her and pushes him to the ropes. The champion is happy to be sent running, as he bounces on the ropes and comes back at full speed... Only for Isis to take him off the mat and scoop slam him into the mat, following that with a body splash... that WOULD have been the perfect combination, hadn't Paul James lifted up his knees for Isis to land on them. Isis yelps as she lands on James' hard bones and rolls away from him, slowly bringing herself to her feet nursing her lower ribcage. Paul James also stands up and rushes at Isis, dunking himself onto her with a running body splash, pinning Isis against the corner. Paul James then takes three steps back and watches as Isis staggers in his direction, allowing him to grab her waist and send her down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex, flinging Isis across the ring.
Mark: And James sends Isis flying across the ring with that suplex, not many people can do that!
Madelyne: Okay, can we just accept those two are going to do inhuman things to one another during this match?
As Isis gets up, she slumps on the corner to the left of the ramp, allowing Paul James to run toward her, ready to smother her into the corner post... Nope! Isis grasps the top rope and yankes herself out of the way, watching as James crashes into the corner. He staggers backwards, and Isis comes from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist as best she can and, with great effort, executing a releasing German suplex, sending Paul James across the ring! She then gets up pounding her own chest as a display of superiority, even though she's definitely feeling her back now.
Madelyne: And now it's Isis turn to send the big man flying with a suplex!... But the 240 pounds he has over her may have done a number on her.
Mark: This may have been a bad decision on Isis' account. She needs her back in one piece if she wants to keep hurling someone twice as heavy as she is like that.
Waiting for the right moment, Isis dashes up to Paul James... and is welcomed by the champion with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that seems to go with rather ease in spite of Isis's size! Morales is shot back to the mat as her back is now working up something nasty, and Paul James shakes his head at the contender before grabbing her by the neck and lifting her off the mat again, ready to send her right back down with a double-arm chokeslam... But Isis takes advantage of the situation and, kicking the mat, she reaches for Paul's arms with her legs, bringing him down to the mat with a guillotine choke!
Mark: WHOA!!! Isis displaying some elasticity here, and now... She has Paul James dead to rights!
Madelyne: If the champion fades out, it's over! Isis takes the belt home and the Fat Cheetah is gonna be left with the sheep inside his head!... Probably sheep legs. Barbequed or something.
The referee quickly slides in as Isis tightens the hold as hard as she can. Paul James tries to reach out for the ropes, but to no avail, all the while he has to make sure the referee knows he's still in the match. Eventually, James starts to react, bringing his lower body up and eventually standing on two feet, but still with his upper body down as Isis chokes him out. Eventually, he manages to position himseslf in a way Isis' shoulders are being pressed against the mat!
ONE!
Isis realizes it quickly and moves her body, one of her shoulders coming off the mat. But with this, she leaves her balance center weak, allowing Paul James to pretty much force himself back to his feet, wtih Isis up on his shoulders in the powerbomb position! The redhead is completely out of a reaction as the champion parades with her on top of his shoulder like it's nothing at all, right before he smashes her back first into the closest corner with a powerbomb! Isis slumps on the corner and, without missing the beat, Paul grabs her by the hand and yanks her out of the corner, lifting her onto his shoulders in his trademark torture rack!... Before the referee can even jump in to ask Isis anything though, the redhead grabs the top rope and struggles, eventually taking the balance off of Paul's feet. As she manages to pull herself to the ring apron, Paul falls over, supporting himself on the top rope. As he weighs down on it, Isis makes the effort to pull the mid rope up... trapping Paul's arms between the two ropes!
Mark: Oh WHOOPS. Paul James just trapped himself between the ropes... With a little bit of Isis' help.
Madelyne: And if he can't get his arms free there, he's an easy victim for the Titaness. And she sure doesn't care if Paul deserves a rope break here.
With Paul's arm trapped on the ropes, Isis hovers back into the ring, smirking at her now helpless prey. With no free arms to defend himself, Paul eats a couple of axe handles to the chest, before Isis leaps and strikes him with a dropkick to the face. Out of it, Paul slumps forward, his arms slide out of the ropes and he crashes on the mat. Isis won't let him take a nap there though, as she grabs Paul's waist to lift him up and then tucks her head under his arm, lifting him off the mat and putting him down once more with an Olympic slam. Paul is struggling to get back to his feet, and that's when Isis feels the advantage on her side as she runs the ropes, coming back and leaping for Paul's head, stomping it into the mat with a vicious curb stomp! With Paul seemingly out, Isis rolls him over to cover him!
Mark: TITANESS' STOMP! Paul may be out!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-- NO!!! Paul's shoulder pops off the mat!
Madelyne: NOT YET!
Isis seems to not believe Paul James is still in the match, immediately confronting the referee, demanding the victory. The referee is adamant that it was a two count, and Isis only lets go of the argument after she warns the zebra to do his job, before grabbing Paul's head to bring him up. But, out of nowhere, James reacts, grabbing Isis' head and coming down with her with a stunner! Now both wrestlers are down!
Mark: Stunner! Isis is dazed as well now and... Well, both are down for the count!
Madelyne: If both ARE counted out here, James leaves Fearless with his championship reign intact!
The referee is at a loss before deciding to start the double count. At a 4, Isis is by the ropes, trying to get up, shaking the cobwebs out of her head. Paul rolls to the opposite corner, using the turnbuckles as leverage. At a 6, Isis is up, and by 7, Paul is up while Morales gets her bearings back. The two wrestlers turn to one another once again, and that's when they rush back to the center of the ring. Isis may have been expecting a lock-up, but James grabs Isis by the waist and hoists her up in a military press, quickly hurling her across the ring with a body drop! Isis collapses by the ropes, and Paul James quickly makes a beeline to her, waiting for her to get up. As she stands, Paul grabs her by the head and tries to pull her up for a second attempt at the Steakhouse Stretch... But this time, Isis struggles as she grabs the top rope before being picked up, eventually messing with Paul James' balance. As the champion staggers a bit, Isis reels back and swings her leg, catching the big man with a spinning kick to the face! Paul James collapses to the mat and rolls across the ring to find the ropes once again. While he's on his fours still, Isis comes running, trying to catch him with a big boot up the head... Nope! Paul James throws himself to the mat and evades, as Isis goes straight to the ropes. Suddenly, Paul pops back to his feet as he watches Isis coming running for him, picking her up from the floor and smashing her into the mat with a stalling spinebuster! With the contender down, he goes for the cover!
Mark: AND A THUNDEROUS SPINEBUSTER!!!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Isis kicks out with authority!
Paul James groans as he gets up with difficulty, with Isis getting up right after him. Paul tries to grab Isis by the head, but she shoves him away from her and into the ropes. Paul capitalizes on that, picking up momentum before coming back running... And that's when Isis uses James' momentum against himself as she reels back and spins as hard as she can, catching the champion with a POWERFUL clothesline that almost sends the big man spinning out in midair before he crashes down! With Paul with his back against the mat, Isis goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEE-- NOOOOO!!! Paul kicks out at the very last possible moment!
Mark: NEW CHAMP-- WHA--?! NO!!! Paul has kicked out! Paul James has kicked out!
Madelyne: One couldn't get a paint job done there between the referee and the mat! And Isis is LIVID, and has every reason to be so!
Isis SCREAMS as she doesn't get the three count, IMMEDIATELY getting up and huffing at the referee, with Paul James slowly coming to his feet. Before the redhead is even done arguing with the referee anyway, Paul James is already on his feet as he turns Isis around and throws a knee to her stomach, folding her. He then puts his hands together and strikes her with an axe handle to the head... that doesn't te the giantess down. Another axe handle to the back of her head... And yet, Isis doesn't go down. On the very contrary, Isis rises up, sneering at Paul, who, unfazed, throws another kick to her stomach, folding her again, and reaching down and lifting her off the mat with a bearhug!... that WOULD look fairly impressive, if it wasn't for Isis' ease getting out of it, throwing elbows into Paul's head, dazing the champion. Paul quickly shakes the cobwebs out of his head, charging at Isis... Who picks him up into a fireman's carry, and then swings him in the air, forcing him into a DDT! The Titaness then rolls Paul over and makes the cover!
Mark: VOYAGE TO ARMAGEDDON!!!
Madelyne: This may be it!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Madelyne: AND IT IS!
Paul kicks out after the three, and it's too late. "Kong at the Gates" blares through the sound system, as the Redhead Goliath stands tall, laughing and beating her hands clean right before being given the Pride Chanmpionship belt... that now belongs to her!
John: The winner of this match... AND NEEEEEWWWWW SVW Pride Champion... ISIS! MORALES!!!
Valentina rolls into the ring and joins Isis in her celebration as Paul James rolls out of the ring, obviously disappointed.
Mark: In a match of titans... Isis Morales has done it!!! She's taken the Pride Championship belt off of Paul James... And now she's a Goliath with gold around her waist!
Madelyne: We weren't kidding when we said Paul James had met his match! It took someone like Isis to get the job done, and now the Pride Division has a new queenpin! And it's a titanic one!
Sensitivity Training
The cameras are backstage at Fearless, as the cameraman is filming a certain hallway and glancing over and around until they see a certain group of men and women near a locker room door...which so happened to have the name “THE $teph $tefano” on it, the two exchanging words and a few laughs...which seemingly draws the cameraman to come closer to the scene, only to be stopped halfway through his stride as the two men out of the foursome notice the lens focused right on them.
“Well shit, would you look at that...the cameras are here, boys and girls.”
Blinking, one of them takes the stage front and center. Messy short hair, a full beard, dressed in tattered jeans, an unbuttoned black shirt that is nowhere near ironed and a faded gray Seattle Mariners t-shirt, he crosses his arms as he glanced over at the group of people he was with before smirking.
“Shit, Tyler, what do you think? Do we introduce ourselves or send this fucker packing?”
The other, dressed in a deep cut black v-neck shirt, slim fit blazer with one button holding it together, and skinny jeans with boat shoes, runs a hand up to his gelled back hair. He’s wearing sunglasses inside, just because, and is clean shaven compared to his counterpart.
Tyler: As fun as that sounds? Let’s go ahead and let everyone know; me? I’m Tyler Hartling, of the Hartling Hotel empire. “The Sin City Copperhead,” and very obviously the best dressed motherfucker in this whole goddamn city.
He motions down at his outfit, before adjusting his lapels on the blazer.
Tyler: You fucking rednecks wish you looked this good, and this ain’t even my sixth favorite suit. And as for this suave motherfucker next to me? Tell ‘em, Hunter.
Lightly smacking the chest of Hartling with the back of his right hand, the man in the Mariners tee nodded as he took the step forward to introduce himself.
Hunter: As for me, I’m Hunter Peterson. “The Emerald City Raging Bull.” But some of you fuckers here in SVW might know me a little better from my short stint here being one of Gary Gilray’s trusted “Dead Enders” from years ago, when we terrorized this joint and made Colleen’s life miserable. Good times.
He adjusted the collars on his unbuttoned shirt, popping them accordingly because these are just the things that he can do and that everyone else in the arena and at home can just shut up and watch.
Hunter: See, Gary’s been a close friend and a fellow fuckboy for years now - my dude’s the one who gave me my biggest break and ever since, I’ve been wrecking shit in the indies and all. But after basically fucking the competition dry and without the courtesy of lube...I got bored. As did Tyler. As did the two lovely women over here who are joining us as well. Girls, do these poor, lonely virgin fuckers in this hick state the favor and give them something to jerk off to, would ya? Are we not merciful, after all?
Grinning from ear-to-ear, the first of the two girls comes forward, placing her own arm around Hunter’s waist as she had on cropped “Seattle Sounders” t-shirt to go along with jeans that accentuated her curves thoroughly.
“Those of you that had the...utter misfortune of tuning in to the Kingsley Family Reunion in Portland, starring such batshit fuckers as Blyss Lockhart and a chick that calls herself Peaches--I’m not even kidding about that one--you might already know me as the undisputed baddest bitch in that sinkhole of a city. While people like Blyss and Kingsley were losing their fucking minds, I was ripping people’s arms off and beating them down. But really...it became a case of big fish…”
She spins a finger in a circle to point at her companions.
“...Small pond.”
A chuckle out of Hunter Peterson, as he looks down to the girl at his arm.
Hunter: You still haven’t introduced yourself, you know.
She gasped. Y’know, in the most mocking manner possible.
“But where are my manners?”
She spreads her arms wide, leaning down just enough that the camera can start to see down her shirt. A sly little smirk grows on her face as she looks at the camera again.
Sophia: My name’s Sophia Pike. And I’m the girl you
wish
you had.
The other girl laughs, sweeping some of her long brown hair back over her left ear and pushing out her ample chest, more than a little bit of cleavage visible as she intended. She’s wearing a low cut, purple top, and tight black yoga pants that, were she to turn around, would accentuate her rear just as much as she liked. As opposed to Sophia, she wraps herself around the right arm of Tyler, pulling herself close to him.
“And that leaves little old me, doesn’t it? Now Tyler, Hunter,” she lets out a low purr, “Sophia? They know what to call me, but you filthy lot can call me River. And while not a single one of you disgusting, fat, neckbearded virgins can even come close to me? I get off from knowing you’re thinking about me when you touch yourselves. And as for the pathetic inbreds that we’ll be working around?”
She lets out a light chuckle, looking at her three compatriots, who each return with a small laugh of their own.
River: You’re all subject to a little bit of Sensitivity Training.
Without another word, Hunter began to shoo away the cameraman with a hand and when noticing the camera was still on them, the “Emerald City Raging Bull” reached out for the lens and at the moment the footage was blocked by his hand and the cameraman was shoved aside, the production truck decide to take us back to ringside..
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Written by Mark
A quick recap of events showing the more violent side of Mika and her issues with Brad Kane is aired before we head back into the arena with John in the ring.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Mark: This has been one of the matches I’ve most anticipated on this card. Brad Kane makes his singles return to SVW right here, and he’s got a violent “Red Star” looking for him!
Madelyne: I’ve not seen this side of Mika before, but I like it. And Grumpy is about to have his ass handed to him.
The lights in the arena shut off. The only thing that we see is the flashing of Brad Kane highlights on the video screens. A voice speaks through the arena’s sound system.
“This was a fucking bomb dropping on Sex & Violence Wrestling. For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon!
THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!”
And with that “War Is My Destiny” by Ill Bill feat. Immortal Technique blares into the arena. The crowd gets to their feet yelling along with the lyrics. Lights go crazy as Brad Kane steps out onto the stage with that smirk on his face. He stands in the strobe lights feeling the energy of the arena pump through his body. Brad inhales before yelling out a war scream pyro exploding. The lights kick back on while Brad Kane begins his walk to the ring.
John: Introducing from Belfast, Northern Ireland, weigh in tonight at 223 pounds. He is Brad Kane!!!
Upon reaching ringside Brad hops up onto the ring apron. He stays there a moment to stare at the crowd before entering the ring. Kane goes to corner heading up to the top turnbuckle. He yells out that same war scream as before, jumping off and doing the same on the opposite side of the ring. From there he stretches to the ropes while the song fades away.
Madelyne: Grandpa Grump here seems like he’s ready, but he’s not. Mika is about three seconds from putting him back into retirement all over again.
Mark: Brad’s been sitting on ready for this since Stryfe gave him his job back on the roster, and he’s got one hell of a score to settle right here. And---security, we have a fan who just jumped the barricade!
The cameras swung around as a woman hopped the barricade, pulled John’s chair up from ringside, and hit the ring. Brad turned as he caught sight of Samara before she cracked it across his skull violently. The live crowd booed to no end as Steele began to wear him out with that chair across the back multiple times before security did start to filter out of the back towards the ring.
Madelyne: That’s no fan...that’s Samara! I love it!!
Mark: What the hell has gotten into her now?!
Madelyne: Oh, this is simple, sweetie. She didn’t beat Luther, she had some anger to work out, and decided to beat up on Grandpa here. They already hate each other…
Samara began to swing the chair at the security team as they tried to get in the ring before she pressed her boot against Brad’s throat, and brought the chair down guillotine style over the top of his head, leaving quite the dent in it before she tossed it away. A gash formed over Kane’s head from the shot as Samara shoved past the security and exited the ring to the floor. She glared out at the crowd as they rained boos on her before she peeled her gloves off, throwing them to the floor before she headed up the ramp with security behind her.
Madelyne: That was symbolic right there, Mark. Samara’s telling these idiots the gloves are off. And if she doesn’t have what she wants, people are going to start paying for it.
Mark: This is ridiculous! Kane’s been busted open by Samara, and we’re due to have Mika out here in just a second!
As the security disappeared to the back after Samara, a couple trainers came towards the ring to check on Brad Kane. Referee Angela Rocca dropped down to check on him as well as the trainers began to work on him, though he kept pushing them away.
Mark: Kane doesn’t want any help, he needs it though! Samara dented that chair with Brad’s skull, and he’s in no condition to start a match right now.
Madelyne: Well that may be, but---
Two sea eagle cries are heard before "Rise" hits the sound system.
Madelyne: I don’t think he’s got a choice, AHAHAHAHAHA!!
Mika comes from the backstage when the song makes its halt to come back with a stronger beat. Right before the entrance aisle, she raises her right hand in the air with the index, middle and ring fingers fully extended upwards, and white, blue and red pyros shoot behind her back. She then parades down the entrance aisle, showing off for the booing crowd, sometimes even swearing at them, before she enters the ring by climbing the steel steps and passing between mid and bottom ropes. Once inside the ring, she climbs a random turnbuckle, posing for the crowd. After soaking in the boos, she leaps back into the ring and faces her opposition across the ring.
John: Introducing from St. Petersburg, Russia..this is….’THE RED STAR’ MIKA DEMIDOV!!
Mark: Kane’s been decimated by Samara, here comes Mika! And look at Brad, he doesn’t give a damn!
Kane shoves the trainers and the referee away before he charges towards Mika before the two start trading blows. Furious rights and lefts connect at one another’s head before Mika gouges her fingers into his open wound, stopping him cold in his tracks. Rocca calls for the bell since Brad already started the fight as the trainers cleared the ring. Mika dropped him to his knees, leaning down to bite into the wound before spitting a mouthful of Brad’s blood to the canvas. The live crowd showed no appreciation at all before Mika hit the near side ropes, catching him with a boot to the face to put him down the rest of the way on the canvas.
Madelyne: Kane wanted to fight, well now he’s got one! Mika’s tag partner softened him up, and now she’s going to finish the job.
Mark: Look at Mika tearing at that wound on his head, she’s trying to open it up more. This is disgusting to watch!
She grinded her boot against his head for a moment before she drove her knee into it. Mika mounted his chest, unloading with rights to that same wound as Kane’s face had become a crimson mask. She rose back to her feet, measuring and driving an elbow into his head before she got back up again. Demidov pulled him up to his knees, measuring and firing a shining wizard. But Kane ducked under it, grabbing her head as she spun back around and catching her with a jawbreaker. This brought the crowd back to their feet in approval. He pushed up to his feet as Mika tried to get her bearings before Kane left his feet with a Thesz press and returned the favor, unloading onto the Red Star with the crowd solidly behind him!
Madelyne: Enjoy it while it lasts, he’s fighting on fumes at this point!
Mark: He may be bleeding like a pig, he could be concussed, but Brad Kane doesn’t give a damn and he’s unloading the heavy artillery on the Red Star! And they love it!
Kane got back to his feet, jerking Mika up by the arm before he fired her across to the far side. And as Demidov bounced off the ropes, Brad used a clothesline to take her over the top rope to the floor. Kane rolled out after her, pausing a moment as he held his hand to his head. Mika began to get up before Brad fired her into the barricade. Demidov’s back bounced against it before Kane caught her with a roundhouse kick to the head that dropped her to her knees. He pulled her up the rest of the way, snapping his arms around her waist and sending her with a German suplex into the apron. Mika’s back hit the edge of the ring on the way down as Kane rolled to his knees, his own blood dripping into a puddle in front of him.
Mark: That suplex right into the apron, Mika’s back struck hard right there! And look at Bad, blood pooling at his knees but he’s still fighting!
Madelyne: Of course, he is! He can’t make it a clean match, he has to go outside and do this crap. Figures after Mika’s been wrestling this whole thing clean…
It was clear that his head was killing him as he paused again, holding his hand to the wound before he pulled Mika up and shoved her under the bottom rope back into the ring. Kane climbed up onto the apron to get back inside, only for Mika to kick the bottom rope up between his legs as he did so. He fell the rest of way into the ring, dropping to his knees as Mika started to sit up, holding her back in pain. She fired a right across into his head as she rose the rest of the way to her feet. One hand clutched her back slightly before she bounced off the near side, catching him with a knee trembler to the face that dropped him face down on the mat. Mika dropped with him, rolling him over for the cover as Rocca slid into position.
Madelyne: And that’s game, set, match!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Kane got his shoulder up in time as Mika sat up, driving more right hands into his head. She stepped over his back and sat down before applying a camel clutch, cranking back on his head as she leaned forward to bite that open wound again. She spat the blood back onto the canvas, making sure to keep it bleeding as the liquid ran down his pained face.
Mark: This is turning into a bloodbath for Kane, and Mika’s trying to keep the blood flowing!
Madelyne: Trying to? I’d say she was doing a damn fine job of it! This is tremendous, Mark!
Rocca dropped down to ask Brad if he wanted to submit, but the veteran had no interest in that as Mika continued to crank back on the hold. She released one hand, only to drive an elbow into his forehead before she applied the clutch fully again. She told him to quit, screaming at him to do it before he managed to get his leg under the bottom rope behind them. The referee pointed it out as Mika kept the hold applied. Rocca counted four before Mika finally let go, and rose to her feet.
Mark: Mika’s flirting with a disqualification here, the referee’s had about enough of this for one night, I think.
Madelyne: Do you think she cares about that? She just wants to hurt people, primarily Brad Kane right now. If you ask me, she’s already ahead on points anyway.
As Brad started to push up to his feet, Mika bounced off the near side ropes and caught him with a running facebuster into the canvas. She rolled him over, hooking the leg as the referee went to make the count again.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Brad rolled the shoulder before the three as Mika shook her head, talking trash steadily to Brad as he tried to sit up again.
Mark: Brad Kane is one of the toughest human beings I’ve ever seen. Given what he’s been through so far, he just keeps fighting!
Madelyne: Maybe if you’re lucky, he’ll name his next child he finds out about after you.
Mika put her hands to her head like she was signaling for a nap before she moved around behind Kane. She grabbed his head and went to drop for a dragon sleeper, but Kane grabbed her head instead and began firing piston-like knees back into her face. It stumbled her backwards as the fans began a chant for the veteran. Kane rolled to his stomach, trying to pull himself together. Mika started to get back up again, charging towards him as he got up. He countered that with a spinebuster, driving Mika’s already hurt back into the canvas! He quickly hooked the far leg, rolling over her into a cover.
Mark: Scintillating spinebuster, and Brad may be about to do it!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Mika got her shoulder up before the three, causing Brad to sit up and press his hand against his head again.
Madelyne: He’s not gonna beat Mika with a spinebuster, he’s not gonna beat her at all! His head is pounding, it’s only a matter of time right now!
Brad started to get to his feet again, pulling Mika with him before he shoved her back into the corner. He took off towards the ropes and came back with a running European uppercut that rocked her backwards before he took off and did it again. Demidov staggered out of the corner before Brad scooped her up into a fireman’s carry. He threw her up and caught her with a roundhouse kick on the way down! The fans came to their feet as Kane dove across her for the cover.
Mark: He calls that MAD WORLD….and Kane may have knocked her out with it!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!
Mika managed to get her shoulder up again before the three count as Brad rose back up to his feet.
Madelyne: Mad World or not, he’s still not beaten her. He can’t have much behind anything he hits right now anyway.
He gave a sign for the end as he pulled Mika up, clutching her wrist and hoisting her up into what looked like a brainbuster. But Mika managed to get free, landing on her feet behind him before she grabbed his head and dropped backwards into the dragon sleeper.
Madelyne: So much for finishing the match, eh Grumpy? Mika’s got her dragon sleeper on now!
Mark: An excellent counter from the Red Star, and now with the dragon sleeper...this one may be close to ending but not how these fans wanted it to do so!
Brad’s arm flailed as he tried to grab the ropes, which weren’t within reach at the moment. Mika pulled back harder on the hold as Brad fought it all he could. Blood began to pool on the mat from his head as his arm movements began to falter and slow down. The referee continued to ask if he wanted to submit, but the former Chaos Champion had no interest in that though he began to stop answering. Rocca checked the arm once, twice, and then a third time before she called for the bell.
Mark: Kane passed out...his body gave out on him after everything he’d been through!
Mika rose to her feet as the referee raised her hand in victory. The fans booed the Red Star as she turned in every direction to show them the winner.
John: The winner of this match…..’THE RED STAR’ MIKA DEMIDOV!!
Madelyne: You’re damn right she did! Let the whole roster be on notice, this is a brand new Mika we’re seeing! And she just took out one of your veterans!
Mika looked down to the unconscious Brad before spitting on him in disgust. A murmur came from the crowd though as she turned around, and was taken down to the mat with a spear from…
Madelyne: JODIE?!
Jodie Gray unloaded with right hands onto Mika’s head as the “Red Star” fired back from the mat. Gray hammered shots into her head before Mika shoved her off the cover. Demidov barely got to her feet, only for Gray to take her back down and do it all over again!
Mark: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE?! Mika attacked her with a chair earlier tonight, and the number one contender to the Pride title came to give her a receipt!
Security returned to the ringside area, trying to pull the two apart as Mika escaped Jodie’s clutches to the floor. A smile formed on the Red Star’s face as she glared up into the fired up expression of the Queen of Games in the ring….who was starting to get cheers from the capacity crowd.
Mark: Look at Mika’s face, I think she’s happy Jodie did what she did! And listen….these fans in Raleigh are actually getting behind Jodie!
Madelyne: What’s wrong with Jodie? Mika was just having some fun with her, she doesn’t have to take everything so personally!
Jodie waved her to come back, shoving the security away or trying to as Mika told her she’d see her again really soon. Gray sat on the middle rope, inviting her back to quite the support of the crowd as Mika ran her fingernail across her own throat as she glared back to the Queen of Games. And on this rather unexpected turn of events, we cut to a commercial for the upcoming world tour.
After a highlight package detailing the issues between Shaw and Jo dating back several months, we come back to ringside and find John awaiting in the ring.
Mark: Well this one’s been long overdue, to say the least. It’s about a lot more than simply a shot at the Adrenaline Championship.
Madelyne: Yeah, it’s about a girl who can’t accept that everything is her fault and just wants to pass the buck all the time. I can’t stand people like that.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner will earn an Adrenaline Championship match at Extreme Prejudice!
The crowd gets plunged into darkness. The silence gets broken by John Youle as he starts to make the introduction.
John: Hailing from Sherbrooke in the province of Quebec, Canada. She weighs in at 142 lbs and stands 5’8” tall. This is the… “ONE WOMAN SHOW” SHAUGHNESSY O’NEILL!!!
Alice Cooper’s Poison begins to play as the video wall shows close ups of different parts of Shaw’s face before finally cutting to a live feed of the young woman as the spotlight hits her in the middle of the stage. Starting to nod her head along to the beat of the music, the young woman heads down to the ring, the spotlight following her all the way to the ring. Rolling under the bottom rope Shaw kips up to her feet and stands in a corner, checking everything about her ring gear is in position and getting last minute stretches as she waits to start the match.
Mark: Shaw must feel a little naked out here by herself, she usually has Kilmeade in her corner. But I don’t think anyone will mind if she tried doing this on her own tonight at Fearless.
Madelyne: Shaw doesn’t need help winning matches, you already know that. She just enjoys having that moral support that someone like Kyle would provide for her.
“Titanium” Begins to strum out over the speakers, sending the arena into a pulse of pink and white strobes.
You shout it out, but I can’t hear a word your say
I’m talking loud, not saying much.
I’m criticised, but all your bullets ricochet.
Shoot me down, but I get up.
During the opening lines, Jo McFarlane steps out onto the stage to a pop from the crowd. She raises her arms to shoulder level, and begins to flap them somewhat, egging the crowd on.
John: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Edinburgh, Scotland! Weighing in at one hundred and twenty-seven pounds, please welcome “The Living Firework” JO! MCFARLANE!
I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose,
Fire away, fire away!
Ricochet, you take your aim,
Fire away fire away!
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall,
I am titanium!
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall,
I am titanium!
During the more upbeat chorus, Jo runs down the ramp to a series of pyro that goes off with her steps down the ramp. She carries on the momentum to veer around a corner, up the steps, grabbing the top rope and flipping over them, landing on her feet to another pop from the crowd. She then takes off towards her corner, where she ascends the middle turnbuckle and holds her arms out wide, taking in the noise from the crowd. Jumping down, she looks into the ring and does some last minutes stretches while her music fades out.
Mark: There’s no question in anyone’s mind who the fans here in Raleigh are supporting. Jo McFarlane has come SO close to the title so many times that a win here tonight would finally put her right back into direct contention after almost capturing it at Criminal Intent.
Madelyne: That match was full of boring people no one cared about, Mark. Well except Shaw here and the Game Changer, they are actually interested. Everyone else, I didn’t care about at all.
Referee Mickey McGuire calls for the bell to start the match, and Jo immediately makes a beeline for the brunette. As soon as she gets close, Shaw ducks her head between the ropes and causes the referee to intercept Jo. McGuire asks her to step back as Shaw shoos her away with one hand before she ducks back into the ring again. Jo sidesteps the referee, and walks into a thumb to the eye from Shaw on her way in that stops her for a second. Shaw starts to throw right hands at her head before dealing a handful of chops across her chest. She goes to whip her into the corner, but Jo reverses it and sends her instead. The redhead follows her in, and fires a chop across her chest as well. A second and third follow that, causing Shaw to shout in pain before Jo whips her across to the far corner. The brunette strikes back first as Jo launches into a handspring back elbow that connects with her jaw. O’Neill staggers before Jo bounces up onto the second rope. And when Shaw turns to face her, Jo connects beautifully with a missile dropkick to her chest.
Mark: That little eyepoke worked for all of about five seconds, and it seemed to have just strengthened Jo’s resolve. She’s tired of Shaw running her mouth about her, and she’s getting the chance to repay her!
Madelyne: The only reason she’s mad is because she knows Shaw is right, none of this would have happened if she had just accepted help when it was offered. Because it’s clear she needed it, all the McFarlanes are losers as it is!
As Shaw started to push up to her hands and knees, Jo bounced off the ropes and caught her with a senton back splash to drive her back into the mat. She quickly rolled her over, and began to fire right hands into her head in a frenzy before she rolled to her feet to quite the support from the capacity crowd. This brought a smile to the redhead’s face as she doubled back after Shaw, who was starting to get back up again. Another pair of knife edge chops caught Shaw across the chest before Jo sent her in for the ride. Shaw rebounded as Jo went for a spinning heel kick aimed at her head. But the brunette ducked the contact and came up behind her. When Jo turned to face her, Shaw grabbed her head and executed a jawbreaker that sent Jo stumbling backwards into the ropes. Shaw moved quickly, connecting with a hard clothesline that sent Jo up and over the top rope to the floor. The brunette dropped her knee in the near corner, trying to recover from what she had already absorbed.
Mark: You can tell Jo’s offense has got Shaw on the backfoot, she’s not going out after her on the floor and is sucking wind in the corner.
Madelyne: How silly. There’s no benefit to going out there with a known cheat like Jo. She has to beat her in the ring. Really, Mark! When are you going to stop looking at everything with skewed vision?
McGuire had already began his count, and had it made it to six before Jo started to climb back onto the apron. Shaw was there to greet her, driving a few rights of her own into the redhead’s skull before she hooked her head under one arm. O’Neill hoisted her up overhead, holding her high up before she fell backwards with a vertical suplex into the canvas. Shaw quickly floated over, hooking the outside leg for the cover.
Madelyne: Fantastic, see? She brought her back in when she was ready for her!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Jo kicked out just after the two count as Shaw sat up on her knees, measuring Jo and driving a pair of elbows into her face before she got back to her feet. She pulled her up the rest of the way, clutching her arms behind her back before delivering a butterfly suplex that put her back on the mat again.
Mark: No one has ever said Shaw didn’t know what she was doing, Madelyne. And right now, she’s certainly proving that by keeping the Living Firework well grounded.
Shaw put a few boots to Jo before she headed for the ropes. O’Neill climbed up to the middle rope, bouncing up and down briefly before she fell backwards with an elbow drop into Jo’s chest. Getting back to her feet, she pointed towards the corner to ask the fans if they wanted her to go up top. That got a good response, and she shook her head with a chuckle at them before dealing a fist drop aimed for Jo’s head. But…..the redhead wasn’t there as Shaw drove her hand into the mat instead. Jo started back to her feet as Shaw sat on her knees, clutching her hand in pain before Jo took off for the ropes. As the brunette got to her feet, Jo used the middle rope for a springboard into a flying forearm to the jaw that brought the fans to their feet!
Mark: That’s what happens when you take time to antagonize the crowd. Shaw took her mind off the match, and Jo made her pay for it!
Madelyne: No one asked you how it happened, and don’t give me that look. Jo probably poked her in the eyes on the way down, the McFarlanes are known cheats after all.
The pace of the match immediately picked up as Jo started running the ropes. And as the brunette rose to her feet, Jo caught her with a running knee in the ribs that doubled her over and continued to run past her anyway. Jo hit the ropes behind her, using them for a spring again before she bounced off and connected with facebuster into the canvas. The crowd was certainly getting louder now as Jo grabbed Shaw’s legs under her arms. O’Neill started to get up, only for the redhead to scoop her up and drop her with a wheelbarrow facebuster! Jo immediately dropped to make the cover. McGuire slid into position like a batter heading into home plate.
Mark: She calls that BANG! And BANG just went Shaw’s chances of getting an Adrenaline title shot! Jo’s got the cover!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Shaw rolled her shoulder in time before the three as Jo quickly checked with the referee before she got back to her feet. She dragged Shaw towards the corner, and pulled her up to her feet before pasting her with a few forearms to the jaw and sitting her on the top turnbuckle.
Madelyne: You aren’t going to beat Shaw like that! Has the referee checked Jo’s elbow pads? I’m sure there’s something in them besides her bony elbows?
Jo climbed up to the top rope, hooking Shaw’s head under one arm as the fans came to their feet. And with a snap, Jo executed a devastating superplex! She quickly rolled over, hooking the leg again for the cover as McGuire dropped into position.
Mark: A spine-shaking superplex!Jo’s going for the title shot!! Count it, McGuire!!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!
Shaw rolled her shoulder again a split second before the three as Jo sat up, checking yet again with the official as he held up two fingers instead of three.
Madelyne: Awww, is wittle Jo getting frustrated now?! I love it, she can’t beat Shaw! So much for getting that Adrenaline title shot!
Jo glanced back towards the corner with a nod of her head, looking down to Shaw before she pulled her up and dragged her back to it. This time, she sat her on the top turnbuckle facing the crowd before she started to climb up after her. Shaw was leaned over the ringpost practically.
Madelyne: Hey….what’s she gonna do with her like that?! That’s not the right positioning for another superplex!
Jo sat Shaw up and left her feet, looking for an inverted hurricanrana from the top rope. The fans came to their feet, but Shaw grabbed the top rope with both of her hands and Jo snapped backwards on the back of her head. McFarlane clutched her head, barely moving past that on the canvas as Shaw started to come around on the top rope.
Madelyne: Oh, never mind! It all just went to her head for a second, ha! Finish her, Shaw!
Mark: Jo was looking for a reverse rana, but Shaw held onto the ropes! And Jo may have knocked herself out right there!
Shaw glanced behind her to see what happened before a smile began to form on her face. She turned around on the top turnbuckle to face the ring before she started to stand up. Looking down in disgust at Jo. And with an impressive vertical leap, Shaw sailed off the top rope and went for a seated senton...but Jo rolled out of the way and Shaw gave herself an atomic drop instead. The fans came to life as Shaw’s body was frozen in pain.
Mark: Look at her face, Shaw just atomic dropped herself off the top! Jo can do this! C’mon, Jo!
Madelyne: Stop cheerleading! Shaw, do something!
Jo climbed to her feet as Shaw was still sitting in shock on the canvas before the redhead caught her with a shining wizard to the back of her head. The brunette collapsed on the canvas as the fans came to their feet!
Mark: That was a knockout shot!! Cover her, Jo! Go get your title match!!
Jo was already following his advice as she covered Shaw, and McGuire dropped to count!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The referee hopped to his feet as Jo sat up, catching her breath as she looked around with a smile on her face. The redhead climbed to her feet, raising her hand in victory. And as McGuire was about to call for the bell, he saw Shaw’s leg under the bottom rope. And he immediately began waving it off as the timekeeper was about to ring the bell.
Madelyne: Look, you idiot! Her leg’s under the bottom rope!
Mark: You’re right, and McGuire just noticed it! He’s waving it off! But Jo thinks she’s won!
The referee went towards the redhead, telling her the match wasn’t over after all as he explained Shaw’s leg was under the bottom rope. The fans began to boo as Jo’s face fell with the news before she looked over herself, seeing what he was referencing.
Mark: McGuire’s right, nobody saw it till it was too late! But she’s practically out of it, one more move and Jo has this match! I don’t think Shaw has a clue where she is, or that dumb luck found her leg where it is right now.
Madelyne: Of course, she knew! She’s brilliant like that, and knows ring positioning better than anyone else in this match at least!
Jo headed for the brunette, staring down at her with anger as she started to pull her up….before Shaw drove her thumb into her throat. The redhead lurched backwards, gasping for air and choking before Shaw got to her feet. She kicked her in the gut, planted her head, and delivered the Canadian destroyer.
Madelyne: O’NEILL’S OBLIVION!!
Shaw collapsed on top of her as McGuire slid in to make the count. As soon as he did, she kicked her feet up onto the middle ropes.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
The referee called for the bell as Shaw sat up on her knees, clearly very dazed with her mouth agape. The crowd booed as McGuire raised her hand in victory, which brought an evil smile across her lips.
Mark: With her feet on the ropes and an insane amount of dumb luck, Shaw’s getting an Adrenaline title shot! What a heartbreaker for Jo, who had this match won!
John: Your winner of this match….and #1 contender to the Adrenaline Championship….SHAUGHNESSY O’NEILL!!!
Madelyne: It doesn’t matter what you saw or what these idiots think, Shaw won the match! Shaw’s going to Extreme Prejudice! And Shaw’s gonna be the next champion too!
Mark: I hope O’Neill goes out and buys a lottery ticket, because she’s the luckiest woman in the state tonight!
The crowd continued to boo as Shaw got to her feet, leaning against the ropes to hold her up as she tried to collect herself. She also took a moment to raise her own hand again, Shaw saw Jo starting to move, and immediately ducked out of the ring to get away from her. The fans in the arena continued to shower Shaw with disdain as she backed up the ramp, both arms raised in victory as a death stare from Jo watched her back up the ramp. And from there, we head to a commercial for Extreme Prejudice.
If It Don’t Make Dollars...
The show heads to the catering area as we see a trio of guys sitting around a table, having a snack and something to drink as they watch the monitor. Both members of Dollars & Sense wander in as Ana stops Becka, leaning up to whisper something to her.
Ana: I have an idea on how these guys can buy dinner after the show.
Becka: Oh do tell my dear Ana. I would love to know how they can pay for dinner tonight.
Ana waved her along as the pair headed towards the table, tapping the table as the guys look up to the girls.
Ana: You guys mind if we hang out with you for a little bit?
Crewman: Not at all, go ahead.
The other two crew nodded as they pulled out a pair of chairs for them as Ana went to the sink, filling a cup with water before she took a seat next to Becka. Ana looked up to the Fearless cap on one of their heads briefly.
Ana: You guys know us, right?
They nodded as Ana took a sip of her water.
Ana: You guys like to bet?
Crewman 2: Depends on the wager.
Ana: Real simple. I will bet each of you $100 that if you cover my cup with that cap, I’ll drink the water out of it without touching it.
The three guys looked very skeptical.
Crewman 3: No way….bet!
Ana: Give Becka your money for safekeeping.
Becka looked at the three as she held her hand out for the men to hand over the money. She had a look of concern as Ana grinned. She shook her head as the men placed the money in her hand and she closed her hand before motioning for the guy to place the hat over the cup. The crewman took his cap off, placing it over Ana’s cup as the redhead rose to her feet. She popped her knuckles a couple times, even did a couple jumping jacks before she ducked under the table, making a gurgling noise. The crew looked at each other and then to Becka before Ana stood back up again.
Ana: Alright, we win! It was fun, guys!
Crewman 2: You didn’t drink the water, you just ducked your head under the table!
Crewman 1: Damn right!
The third crewman pulled the cap up, allowing Ana to grab the cup and down the water before tossing it in the trash can. All three guys looked at each other dumbfounded.
Becka: She never said that she wouldn’t get you to move the hat. Thanks for the money boys.
Becka chuckled as she pocketed the money before high-fiving her partner. Both of them grinned as the crew looked pissed off that they were tricked. As they turned to leave, the crew called for Becka to give them their money back.
Becka: You guys made the bet. You could have not taken the bet.
Ana gave her partner a nudge as they left the guys in catering, with the redhead turning to her partner.
Ana: So where do you want to go for dinner after the show?
On that, we fade back to the ring.
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Youle: The following match is set for one fall and is no disqualifications. Introducing first……
“REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!”
“Grim Evil” Gary Gilray appears at the top of the stage, sitting on a throne of wrestling weapons that looks to be fused together. The chair looks like it could break down at any moment but the big man continues to sit on it. Slowly appearing in the background is The Stephanie Stefano, with her newspaper in hand as she looks at him and motions to the ring. The big man smirks and cracks his knuckles before the two walk down the ramp, sharing a few words without looking at each other again.
John: Accompanied to the ring by The Stephanie Stefano... From Seattle, Washington and weighing in at three hundred and five pounds... He is “GRIM EVIL” GARY GILRAY!!
Before he rolls into the ring, Gilray leaps on the top of the barricade in front of the crowd and looks out to them with arms outstretched as though asking them to embrace him. When he’s had enough of their boos he gets down and gets in the squared circle, over to his corner.
Wolf: Gilray is a twisted individual that seems to take pleasure in running afoul of the Stark family.
Maddie: Gilray is an intelligent man that has unique kinks. And the only member of the Stark family that I recognize wears an iron suit.
Rocca, who looks a little nervous about having to be in the middle of the rivals, noticed Steph at ringside and begins to tell her to get back to the lockerroom. Steph looks furious as she begins to argue with Rocca on the matter until the ref points out that Stryfe had officially banned her from ringside and it was the only thing that could cause a disqualification. Rocca also mention a rumor that was going around that if the match went that way, someone would be getting fired. Steph glared at Rocca for a moment before sighing. She went to the back as the fans sang “Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye.”
Youle: And his opponent…….
“This is the last time that you'll ever see us
After this you're gonna go blind
This is the last time that there will be a last time
After this nothing will run
Cuz I'm the LAAASSST HERO! I'm your ooonnly HOPE!
And you got a lot to fear, but as long as I'm here-oh
I could be your HERO!”
“The Last Hero” by XV plays out over the speakers and as the rap verse kicks in Anders Stark walks out onto the stage dressed in his black and blue ring trunks and a matching vest. He extends his arms out to the sides as the crowd cheers him on the stage. He shouts at the crowd and smiles, playing up to them.
John: Hailing from Tampa, Florida by way of Syracuse, New York, he is...ANNNDDEERS STAAAARRRRK!!!!!!
The music continues as Anders turns around and walks backwards at the end of the ramp with his arms out, playing to the fans a bit more on the rampway. He turns around at the end and walks to the ring steps slowly before climbing them and getting in the ring. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and extends his arms again as his music dies down.
Wolf: Rocca had a little bit of trouble getting steph to leave but now that she is gone this should be a fair fight between the Gilray and Anders.
Maddie: Fair fight, yeah right. Steph was banned from ringside but the little harlot that Anders is married to can interfere in the match all she wants. How is that fair?
Anders didn’t even wait for the bell as he charged at Gilray and tackled him to the ground. Anders started to bang Gilray’s head against the mat. Rocca was about to admonish him for it but then remembered there wasn’t much she could do unless there was a pinfall or submission. Anders hopped up off of Gilray before dragging him up by the hair and ramming him face first into the top turnbuckle. The fans counted as he bounced Gilray’s head 15 times before letting him go to fall backwards onto the mat. Anders slid out of the ring and started to look around under the ring. Gilray was holding his head in pain for a moment before turning his head ever so slightly to see where Anders was. Anders came back into the ring after sliding in two chairs and a table. Anders took just a moment to set up the table in the corner after making sure of where Gilray was. As Anders turned back around from the table, he was met by a grinning Gilray right before the chair that Gary was holding connected with his head.
Wolf: Anders seems to be after a measure revenge tonight with the way that he is taking the fight to Gilray.
Maddie: Just you wait, Double G is just lulling him in before he goes for the kill.
Gary smirked as the hit caused Anders to stagger for a moment before grabbing the chair in both hands and ramming it right into Anders ribs. The action caused Anders to back up to the table where Gary hit him with a couple of well placed knees to the sternum causing Anders to go to one knee. Gary took this opportunity to wedge the chair in between the corner and the table. With a smirk, he pulled Anders to a standing position before hitting a release german suplex that had Anders landing right in the middle of the table that was in the corner. The table had a crack in it from the impact but still held firm. Anders held his back in pain as he laid on the mat. Gary stomped on Anders back a couple of times before sliding out of the ring.
Wolf: Did you see the impact that the table just took from Anders hitting it? A normal table would be in rumble by this point.
Maddie: Double G is going to make sure that Anders remembers this battle for a long time to come. Looks like we are going to have company.
Gary looked around for a moment before walking over to the announce table and pulling to cover off. He rips one of the monitors out before getting back into the ring. He waited for Anders to get to a kneeling position before tattooing him in the back with the monitor. Gary smirked as the monitor exploded as it made contact with Anders back. He kissed the handle that was still in his hand as he dragged Anders away from the ropes. Gary lazily covered Anders as Rocca got some of the debris out of the ring before making a count.
One……
Twwwwww……….KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!
The fans erupted as Anders got his shoulder up before the two count. Gary grumbled as he slithered to the corner for a moment. Anders was in serious pain as Gary slid back out of the ring. As he stood back up, Gary was wielding a kendo stick. Some of the fans in the front row cringed as they saw Gary take a couple of practice swings before tossing it into the ring. He went looking under the ring for a moment before he came up with a small black bag. Gary chuckled as he slid back into the ring. Anders had barely made it to his feet when Gary went to tackle him. Anders rolled out of the way at the last moment and Gary went crashing into the table that was reinforced by the steel chair. Gary groaned as he laid on top of the bottom half of the table. Anders slowly got to his feet and walked over to the kendo stick. As he picked it up, the fans cheered for him to use it. Anders nodded as he walked over to Gary and started to deliver shots to the shoulder that lost the battle with the steel chair a moment ago.
Wolf: Anders is in some serious pain as he attempts to survive this match. I could tell that all his power was not behind those shots.
Maddie: In my opinion, Anders is lucky that he rolled out of the way when he did or he would be in Gary’s position with a shoulder in pain to go with his back.
Anders winced a little as he he could feel the effects of Gary’s assault still coursing through him. He tossed the kendo down after he had finally broken it on Gary’s shoulder. He removed the chair from the corner before pulling the other half of the table down on him. Anders folded the legs up before taking a seat on top of it. Rocca looked through the rubble to make sure that Gary’s shoulders were actually on the mat.
One…….
Two………..
Thr…….KICKOUT!!!!!!
Rocca waved off the count as Gary got one of his shoulders up enough to clear the mat. The fans groaned as they were hoping that their hero would be able to get out of this match with a win. Anders crawled off of the table as he searched for the chair that he discarded earlier. As he was doing that, the table debris started to move as Gary pushed the half on top of him out off and out of the ring. Gary rubbed his shoulder for a moment while he kept an eye on Anders. He picked up the black bag again and barely dodged Anders wildly swinging the chair at his head. Gary tripped Anders as he was going past. This caused Anders to go crashing into the bottom turnbuckle face first.
Wolf: I thought for sure that Anders had him there but Gary is showing that he has a lot of resilience in him. I have to wonder what he has planned for that black bag he is holding.
Maddie: Gary is tougher than a lot of people give him credit for. I am sure that…...oh I didn’t think that Gary was that kinky and might explain his interest in Anders.
Gary smirked as he slid out of the ring and handcuffed Anders hands to the bottom turnbuckle. He admired his handiwork for a moment before sliding back into the ring and picking up the chair. He cackled as he got into position and started to lay into Anders back with chair shot after chair shot to the back. While he was busy doing this, security was frantically trying to get the handcuffs unlocked so that Anders wasn’t stuck in the corner anymore. After about twenty shots, Gary raised the chair high as he mocked the fans for cheering Anders on. Gary tossed the chair to the side as he watched intently as the security failed to get Anders free. Gary sighed as he kicked the black bag over to them. Rocca picked up the bag and found the key that was inside. Shortly after that Anders was free of the handcuffs but was in pretty bad shape as he had taken a lot of damage already. Gary smirked as he casually walked over and dragged Anders away from the corner.
Gary looked at Anders for a moment before lifting him up and applying a straightjacket crossface. Anders shook his head as Rocca asked him if he wanted to give up. He gritted his teeth as he did everything that he could to get out of the hold. All the extra moving was adding more pressure to an already torn up back.
Wolf: I have never seen anyone try and fight through being in Angelic Requiem. I am not sure how much more Anders can take as there is no rope breaks in this match.
Maddie: He should just do what he always does and tap like the little baby that he is.
Anders slowly started to get to his knees only to collapse back to the mat. Rocca went to ask him if he wanted to give up and noticed that her had passed out. She asked twice more just to make sure that he wasn’t going to regain consciousness in time before calling for the bell. Rocca called for the bell before telling Gary that he needed to release the hold. Gary kept it on for a moment longer before releasing the hold as Youle made the announcement.
Youle: The winner of this match via submission……“GRIM EVIL” GARY GILRAY!!!!!!!!!
Gary grinned as Steph came down the ramp applauding while the officials are checking on Anders to make sure that he was going to be okay.
Wolf: After weeks of enduring everything up to and including torture, Cara Stone is prepared to face down the person responsible for that as she is about to face Giocare. Let’s take a look at how this came about.
~ ~ ~
(Written by Tim)
The video begins and it’s in black and white. An old video of Cara Stone at catering, way back from before Criminal Intent is playing. We see someone off screen hand Cara a pamphlet before the camera cuts to reveal them
Cara: Can I help you?
The two-tone haired girl smiles at Cara, eyes seemingly looking past her and at her all at the same time. A smile, much like that of a porcelain doll on that pale face, dark lips striking.
Qilin: Perhaps, but more importantly I can help you, Cara Stone.
The video edit cuts to later in the old interaction, after Cara meets Giocare “face to face” for the first time. The cult leader is looking Cara directly in the eye as they speak.
Giocare: I know of you, I know you. You and all the others shall bear witness to the beginning of a new era. As cliched as it may sound. My recommendation, is accept and join in, lest you be one of the examples. And we would not want that.
Cara sneers at that, her demeanor changing immediately. Rather than leaning back cockily, she leans forward aggressively, only a few inches away from the mask hiding her adversary’s face.
Cara: Be careful what you promise. A lot of people have tried to make examples of me in my career.
Another cut in the video edit and we see Giocare’s mask, as they say something later in the conversation.
Giocare: If you are still as strong as you used to be, or as you claim to be, you have nothing to worry about.
The black and white image cuts out and is replaced by darkness. We hear a woman’s voice begin sing as “All Good People” by Delta Rae (found here:
) begins it’s spooky, southern gothic melody.
“There are dogs in the yard
Howling at the Moon…”
The black image fades into an up close image Giocare’s mask and then fading from that into numerous images of The Worthy in similar masks gathered around the their leader-- in the ring, in the crowd, out of the ring, backstage, etc… The a capella voice continues her soft but powerful soprano…
“There are sinners like me
Our judgements coming soon…”
An image of Cara and Giocare staring each other down as the word “sinners” is sung, followed by a quick cut to consecutive images of them kicking each other at different times as the woman sings “judgements”. The voice continues without any accompaniment.
“And I stand at the bottom
Of this dark and lonely well…”
We fade to Cara being kicked in the face by Giocare and falling over in the dark room she was taken to when the Worthy abducted her and beat her down. The close up handycam image of Cara’s eyes drifting to unconsciousness is haunting as the song goes on…
“Saying please give me answers,
So I might escape hell…”
Others join in the singing now, humming behind the lead soprano singer, a southern gothic baptist chorus coming together as single beats of a bass drum come down on the one and three of each measure as well. With each beat of the drum, the screen flashes with an image of either Cara or Giocare. The Game Changer is seen in the ring with their army of Worthy, followed by an image of Cara Stone holding up the Adrenaline Championship at Criminal Intent, then it switches to Giocare standing over Lyn Dallins broken form in the ring, then to Cara having just cleared the ring and yelling up the aisle at Giocare. As these images pass, we hear voiceovers from the wrestlers as the music remains in the holding pattern.
Giocare (VO): One cannot make a statement without getting everyone’s attention.
Cara (VO): You’re not an agent of change. You’re just more of the same, a cowardly, thuggish, egotistical asshole who makes a habit of lying to justify yourself.
The singer comes back in with humming and bass drum still in the background.
“I watch from my window.
As they gun down unarmed men.
Tried to say it’s not my problem.
Couldn’t happen to my friends...”
We see images of the Worthy beating the hell out of Lyn Dallins and pouring gasoline on him in the ring. Next we see Cara getting beaten down and Christopher Kane’s wife tied up when she was abducted. Giocare is a constant presence, lording over his/her minions as they terrorize the locker room.
“But the truth is they’re my brothers,
And they’re my countrymen.
And if we lose our better angels,
We won’t get them back again…”
We see Cara and Amelia run to the ring to save Lyn Dallins from Giocare and their gang, plus snippets of the trios team of Amelia, Giocare, and Defy fighting the Worthy. Finally, we see Cara standing up to Giocare and the Worthy by herself in the middle of the ring, fearless. The music returns to its holding pattern, looping the section with only the humming and bass drum as we get some more voiceovers from the wrestlers.
Giocare (VO): I will crush her will, as well as her bones. I will break her, and that will send the most profound message.
Cara (VO): I WON’T let you BREAK ME! Because I am stronger than that! And I am stronger because of the people who support me and LOVE me.
The music gets louder now as more voices join the lead soprano to make full harmony as the gothic tone of the song shifts into more an uplifting choir refrain.
“Come on and raise your voice,
Across the Raging Sea.
We can’t hold our breath forever,
When our brothers cannot breathe!”
We see footage of Cara and her friends from previous battles. Pictures of her with Anders, Rex, Eileen Amaro, Wolf Ramsey, Misty Whitmore, Amelia Realm more recently and others. The video is all of them helping each other up, leaning on each other or one helping the other in tough spot. The chorus of the song repeats.
“Come on and raise your voice,
Across the Raging Sea.
We can’t hold our breath forever,
When our brothers cannot breathe!”
For the second half of the chorus, we see Giocare attend to their army of Worthy. Shots of the challenger’s time announcing their group’s members and speaking to them-- Chick Aura, the Unrepentant, Phobos, Qilin and the many faceless others up to this point. The music shifts as all the singers start singing one uplifting note together.
“OHHHHH!!!....OHHHHHHHOHHH!!
OHHHoooohOOOHHHH!!!OOOOOOOOHHH!!!”
As the chanting continues in the song, we hear more voice overs from Giocare and the Adrenaline Champion, each played of themselves dishing out damage to the other or staring them down in the ring.
Cara (VO): Fear and chaos and terror cannot beat the steel HEART I have in my chest that has been FORGED in the LOVE of my friends and the SUPPORT of these people!
Giocare (VO): Forged in love. And what they forged is only you, nothing more. How...disappointing.
“OHHHHH!!!....OHHHHHHHOHHH!!
OHHHoooohOOOHHHH!!!OOOOOOOOHHH!!!
OUR BROTHERS CANNOT BREATHE!”
The music shifts again, now with a more driving rhythm and clapping in time. The entire choir is still singing behind the soprano as they sing their new refrain over images of Giocare and Cara fighting, along with the Worthy fighting other members of the Adrenaline division.
“All good people won’t you come around.
Won’t you come around.
Won’t you come around.
All good people won’t you come around.
Won’t you come around.
Defend your brothers!”
The images of the fighting between the factions gets more intense and the cuts between the action shots get much faster. As the song continues, it is more and more just Cara and the Game Changer that we’re seeing. We see them throw kicks at each other and knock each other down. We see Giocare kick Cara in the face as she is tied to the chair and the Adrenaline Champ also pele kicks the Game Changer’s mask, breaking it on Aggression.
“All good people won’t you come around.
Won’t you come around.
Won’t you come around.
All good people won’t you come around.
Won’t you come around.
HOLD UP EACH OTHER!”
The music ends abruptly on the image of Giocare’s mask, their eyes in the center of the frame as the cult leader stares into our soles. Another voiceover plays.
Giocare (VO): This is all going according to plan, much to your dismay I’d imagine.
Cara(VO): I am not afraid of you.
We cut to an image of Cara holding up her Adrenaline Championship for a brief second as we hear her voice, then we cut to black and there is no sound.
~ ~ ~
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is for the SVW Adrenaline Championship!!!
Wolf: That video certainly captured this rivalry well, it’s time to settle it!
Madelyne: You know how much I hope Giocare wins this thing? I enjoyed that video, just for different reasons than you.
The lights shut off almost entirely, barring a couple spotlights on the top of the ramp where a masked person stands, Giocare. The Game Changer.
Oh my god
Please help me, knee deep in the river tryin' to get clean
He says wash your hands, get out the stains
But you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay
Yeah you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay, sayin'
Come on!
The fans gets a little louder as a series of masked figures make their way through the crowd, all of various sizes but dressed identically. We do not get to focus on them much longer as a woman makes her way down the ramp, half her hair black and the other half platinum blonde. Qilin, the Herald of Giocare (Game Changer) was dressed in a goth dress with long, hanging sleeves, she handed out Giocare propaganda pamphlets to anyone she could reach, making her way down to the ring. Behind her came several other masked figures, and then one in particular walking ahead of them. They looked barely different, though the mask seemed to fit far better on their face, and they wore a hooded robe, much like something a religious figure may wear in a cult. Hands behind their back, they walked to the ring.
John: Hailing from parts unknown, this is the Game Changer....GIOCARE!
I rambled with the worst of them
Fell in love with a harlequin
Saw the darkest hearts of men
And I saw myself starin' back again
And I saw myself starin' back again
Qilin held the ropes for Giocare, as the other masked figures all trickled to surround the ring. Climbing into the ring, Giocare shrugged off the robe and handed it to a minion. Qilin remained outside the ring as the masked figures slowly leave through the crowd.
Wolf: Very few have come into SVW and caused as much havok in as little time as this individual. Giocare targeted Cara almost solely throughout Ultimate X, and now could leave Raleigh with the Adrenaline Championship.
Madelyne: I’ve already put in a bet with some of the fantasy sites. Giocare will knock off Cara, and finally an Adrenaline Champion kids can look up to!
“STAND UP!”
“Stand Up” by POS hits the PA and Hurricane Cara Stone walks out from the back slowly, carrying her championship in her left hand. SHe throws the title belt over her shoulder and starts running back and forth on the stage and playing to each side of the arena. The fans respond in kind. Cara walks to the top of the ramp and jumps up as some pyro goes off on the stage behind her.
John: From Upstate New York, weighing in at 136 pounds. Please welcome the SVW Adrenaline Champion…”HURRICANE” CAARRAAAA STOOOONE!
Cara continues down the aisle, occasionally hopping in place energetically and slapping hands with the fans at ringside. She climbs up on the apron and rolls into the ring before kipping up to her feet to a pop from the crowd. Cara stands in the middle of the ring and and picks up her title belt before posing for the audience as the music dies down.
Wolf: We haven’t seen Cara in action since Ultimate X, primarily due to the actions of her opponent tonight. I can assure you she is more than a little fired up!
Madelyne: Look at her opponent though, colder than the other side of the pillow and not even remotely impressed with her! I can identify with that feeling, Wolf.
Giocare stands unmoving in the corner, staring across at Cara Stone as she hands the belt off to Philip Rivers. Before Rivers can do anything the Hurricane charges across the ring towards the Game Changer and leaps into the air to drive a kick straight into the masked face off her opponent, causing them to take a step backward and the referee to call for the bell. Cara doesn’t let up for a second as she follows the jumping kick up with another volley of kicks this time ranging up and down her opponents body, connecting with their thigh and their midriff pushing them back into the corner before unloading on the masked figure with a series of chops to the chest. Rivers tries to get Cara to let the Challenger out of the corner only for the New Yorker to totally ignore the referee and step into the corner to drive two knees into Giocare’s midriff one after the other. The Game Changer leans forward as the knees drive the air from their body and Cara spins them around in the corner and drives their masked face into the turnbuckle three times in quick succession.
Wolf: And here we go, Cara starting off and introducing Giocare’s face to the corner a few times.
Madelyne: I’m not even sure if the Game Changer can feel it, we don’t know how thick that mask may be!
As Stone releases the mysterious figures head they seem unphased by the turnbuckle shots and almost immediately fire an elbow backwards into the Hurricane’s jaw. Spinning the Game Changer lashes out with a stiff kick to Cara’s knee, causing it to momentarily buckle and as the New Yorker tries to right herself she’s forced into blocking a head kick; the ferocity of which sends her stumbling backwards. As the Adrenaline Champion finds her balance Giocare springboards off of the middle rope and onto Cara’s shoulders, snapping her down to the mat with a hurricanrana. The two roll and come to their feet simultaneously only for Giocare to keep the upper hand with a series of martial arts style kicks, finishing off with a really stiff kick into Stone’s breadbasket. As Stone doubles up she cradles her gut and her opponent runs to the nearest ropes, using them as a springboard into an axe kick that comes down right on the back of Cara’s head. Rolling the Champion over, the mysterious figure makes the pinfall.
One…
Two…
Wolf: Giocare looking to end it early. I don’t get the sense they care at all about anything other than leaving with the Adrenaline title.
Cara kicks out easily on the two count only for the Game Changer to pull her up to her feet and Irish whip the Adrenaline Champion across the ring into the corner. Giocare charges in behind her and drives a running knee into the corner before straightening her up with a palm strike to the jaw. With Cara still against the turnbuckles, the Giocare leaves her feet and looks to send Stone to the canvas with a monkey flip. The highflyer from Upstate New York manages to land on her feet, however, spinning around immediately to find her opponent pushing upwards to her knees and Cara takes two quick steps forward then leaves her feet and drives the soles of both feet right into the red dot of her foe’s mask.
Wolf: Beautiful dropkick right in the face. And whether the Game Changer felt the turnbuckles, I guarantee that was felt!
Madelyne: Yeah well, a dropkick isn’t to win this match….and Giocare didn’t even go down!
Giocare rocks backward slightly as Stone quickly gets her feet underneath her once more and hooks her opponent’s head delivers a DDT. Stone kips up to her feet and stomps on Giocare’s body causing them to roll over and as they do she leaves her feet and comes down on the mask with a double foot stomp. Cara skips over her opponent’s body towards their feet as Giocare checks the mask and Stone hooks their legs, falling backwards as she catapults them upwards, their chest hitting the top turnbuckle; their masked face striking the steel post. As the mysterious figure reels, Cara rolls her up with a schoolboy pin attempt.
One…
Two…
Wolf: Cara looking for a rollup, but the Game Changer thought better of it. I hope Giocare doesn’t think Cara’s not got a gameplan to leave with her title tonight.
Giocare kicks out on two this time, sending Cara into the corner and the Adrenaline Champion quickly climbs up the inside to the top turnbuckle, flying off almost immediately as Giocare rises to her feet and sends them across the ring with a flying headscissors. Cara rolls quickly to her feet, rallying the crowd behind her before she sets off towards the challenger and launches herself into a flying clothesline that sends the rising wrestler back to the canvas. Giocare though is quick to get back to their feet once more only to be sent tumbling backwards by a flying Cara Stone - the Adrenaline Champion springboarding off the ring ropes and into a cross body block that she holds for the cover.
One…
Two…
...T
Madelyne: Another near fall off a high cross body, but I still don’t think she’s hurt whoever this is that much yet. That entire body suit could be padded, you know?
The Game Changer kicks out and Cara rolls out onto the apron and heads towards the corner. Climbing quickly to the top rope the American measures the masked individual up and comes flying off with an attempted axe handle smash to their head only to be met with a palm thrust into the gut by a side stepping Giocare. The masked person of mystery quickly takes the Adrenaline Champion by the wrist and applies a wristlock to her, driving rapid fire kicks into her body as she twists her wrist. The flurry of kicks comes to an end and as quick as a flash Giocare alters her position so that she can drive kicks across the back of Stone’s legs, sending her down to her knees all the while keeping the wristlock applied and follows that with a stiff kick across her shoulders, the sound of impact being heard throughout the crowd. Suddenly Giocare releases the wrist and an instant later has left their feet to slam her boot into the back of Cara’s head, causing the Adrenaline Champion to fall face first to the mat. Immediately the masked wrestler rolls her opponent over and makes the pin.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Wolf: Almost a version of the ghetto blaster there from Giocare, but Cara still perseveres and gets her shoulder up in time!
Cara rolls the shoulder and the Game Changer turns their head towards Rivers who shows the two count to them and is still met from the unchanging expression from the mask. The Adrenaline Champion rolls to her front, looking glassy eyed as her opponent stands up and over her, delivering a kick in to her ribs before swooping down to grab her by the arm and flipping her over into a cross armbar. The Game Changer pulls back on the arm as their legs pin her chest down against the canvas, their back arching up slightly to apply as much torque as possible to the arm as they look to hyperextend it. Stone grimaces in agony, refusing to submit every time the referee asks the question, choosing instead to inch her way to the ropes until she finally manages to grab hold of the bottom strand. Rivers starts the five count and gets to four before the Game Changer releases the hold, rolling backwards and to their feet. Cara holds her arm against her body on the mat but before she can begin to rise Giocare launches themselves into a baseball slide that sends Cara out of the ring and out to the floor.
Madelyne: Here we go, Cara just got deposited on the floor like she just finished a Walk of Shame leaving the fraternity house!
Wolf: What a remarkably disgusting analogy. Cara needs to be mindful of Qilin out there, she certainly isn’t above interjecting herself.
Rivers orders the Game Changer back across the ring and keeps a watchful eye on Quilin as she moves down the apron and stops in the corner watching Cara. As Stone rises to her feet Quilin takes a step towards her and stops immediately as the Adrenaline Champion stares daggers at the two toned woman right up until the point Giocare comes flying over the top rope with a Tope Suicida straight into Cara, sending her into the crowd barrier.
Madelyne: That was a thing of beauty! Now this is why I keep saying Giocare is gonna leave with the title tonight! Cara may be out cold right here!
Giocare is first to their feet and pulls Stone up with her, wrapping her arms around her waist in a rear waist lock, spinning her slightly before she lifts her upwards and snaps her over with a German suplex that sends her shoulders into the crowd barrier. Cara’s face is a mask of pain as the Game Changer once more pulls her up to her feet and grabs hold of her hair, marching her down beside the ring before they hurl her once more into the crowd barrier and retreats the way they came. The person from parts unknown backs up a couple of steps only to come forward and drive their knee into the upstate New Yorkers body before Giocare rolled back into the ring. As Giocare came to their feet Rivers reprimanded them for attacking the Adrenaline Champion on the outside and with the referee’s back turned Quilin dived onto Cara, scratching at her face with her long metallic “claw” nails. As quickly as attacked Quilin moved backwards to the Game Changer corner, smoothing out her dress and hair as she went while the Game Changer rolled back out of the ring and pulled the temporarily blinded woman upwards and rolled her into the ring. Sliding in after her, the masked figure slithered into the pin, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Wolf: All credit to the Adrenaline Champion showing tremendous toughness there, and if Giocare wants that title, it’s going to take more than this!
Cara rolled her shoulder once more and the Game Changer merely shakes their head at the referee’s decision, pulling Cara up to her feet only for Giocare to drop down and drive a double palm strike into her gut, causing her to stumble backwards into the corner and the masked individual moved in behind her, leaving their feet and driving their Flash Kick (backflip kick) into Stone’s jaw. Cara stumbles forward out of the corner, taking a couple of steps before she flops to the mat and Giocare makes another cover, hooking her leg as she does so.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Madelyne: Oh come on, Cara! Just stay down, we know you’re a born quitter! No one will think any less of you, we expect it!
Wolf: I hope to see the matches of the woman you’re talking about one day, because none of that describes the Adrenaline Champion.
Again Cara breaks the pinfall before the three count by grabbing hold of the bottom rope. Again the challenger in the match pulls Cara to her feet and into a scoop slam, dropping her back down to the mat away from the ring ropes and Giocare turns their back on the New Yorker, springboarding off the ring ropes and into a moonsault only to come down on Cara’s knees. The masked wrestler rolls away holding their stomach and kicking their feet while Stone rolls in the opposite direction, using the ring ropes to pull herself up to her feet. As she gets upright Cara holds onto the ropes for a couple of moments, taking the chance to recover slightly as she waits for Giocare to get to their feet and as soon as they do so she charges forward and leaps at them, grabbing their head from behind as she falls backward into a reverse bulldog. The pair land next to each other and Cara rolls over on top of her opponent and begins to furiously hammer away at the masked visage with closed right hands.
Madelyne: Look at those rapid fire fists, Cara’s getting emotional again. And that’s when you make mistakes.
Wolf: She has every right to be, given all she’s been put through by this disturbing individual.
Cara rolls away at Rivers instructions and immediately comes to her feet, finding her second wind as she shakes out her right hand and moves right back towards Giocare as they push up to their feet. Stone gives them no chance to get their bearings as she buries a front kick into their gut, then grabs them by the head and drives them downwards into a single knee facebuster. Again Cara doesn’t waste anytime as she pulls her opponent upward, manhandling her into a scoop slam only to drop her with a gutbuster. Giocare rolled onto her back holding their gut and Cara drove a foot into their chest, before dropping back to the ropes and building up momentum for her to leap high in the air and crash down onto the Game Changer’s stomach with a double knee drop. The masked figure quickly rolls over onto all fours only for Cara to grab their arm and roll them up into a majistral cradle.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Wolf: A beautiful cradle right there from Cara, but the challenger escapes in the nick of time.
Giocare kicks out and Cara pushes up to her feet before helping her opponent the rest of the way to a vertical base and sends them across the ring into the corner, following in right behind them and crashing into them with a flying knee. Dropping down to the mat, Stone once more takes their wrist and fires them across the ring, following them yet again and landing a second flying knee. And Stone repeats once more, sending the masked individual across the ring, following hot on their heels and connecting with another knee before they know where they are. This time Stone brings them out of the corner with a Tornado DDT, standing them on the top of their head and as Giocare crumples to the mat, she makes the cover hooking one leg.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Madelyne: I’ve taken a few of those, there is almost no way to prepare yourself for what your head's about to feel.
The Game Changer rolls the shoulder. Cara pops up to her feet and begins to stomp away at her opponent as they roll to the ropes causing the referee to intervene and separate the pair much to the chagrin of Cara. Giocare starts to pull themselves upwards with the help of the ring ropes and Cara goes right back on the attack with stiff kicks into the Game Changer’s body. Rivers once more tries to get Cara to break and allow the challenger to move away from the ropes only for Cara to grant his wish, pulling Giocare towards the middle of the ring by the hood and into a standing headscissors. Wrapping her arms around their middle, Cara lifts Giocare off their feet and falls backward into a piledriver. As the Game Changer lands on their back on the mat, Stone makes the cover once more with a leg hooked.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!NO!!!!!
Wolf: A vicious piledriver, and we’ve seen moves like that put people out of wrestling. But Giocare still has fight left even so.
Rivers waves off the three count as the masked person gets their shoulder up off their mat just in time. Cara stares at the referee and asks the question, getting confirmation from the referee that it was a two but oh-so-close to being a three. Accepting the decision the Adrenaline Champion heads for the corner and climbs to the top rope as Quilin on the outside slaps the mat, trying to rouse the challenger. Cara makes the sign to the crowd who get loud with their cheers as the New York born wrestler gives the signal for Down From The Sky five star frog splash. Before she can leap, though, Giocare rolls away and to the outside on the opposite side of the ring. Cara drops down to the mat and heads across the ring, sliding out as Giocare sees her coming and starts to move away, running around two sides of the ring and back into the ring. The Game Changer scurries to their feet as Cara comes in after her, only to get sent straight back out as Giocare fires off a spinning back hook kick that catches her head - but only just.
Madelyne: The upshot to those head kicks by Giocare is there’s not much brain damage that’s gonna happen on that skull.
Wolf: You’re a ridiculous human being, and what is the Game Changer complaining about?!
The Game Changer immediately berates the referee for him allowing Cara to come out after her, distracting his attention from the outside as Quilin blows dust into Cara’s eyes. Once more Cara finds herself temporarily blinded and swings wildly at Quilin who easily dodges the blows as she moves in and drives her knee right between Cara’s legs before rolling her into the ring. The Game Changer moves past the referee, cutting their complaint short as the Adrenaline Champion begins to rise and Giocare leaves their feet to slam a jumping palm thrust into Cara’s nose. Stone falls into the ropes and bounces off them - Giocare letting her stagger past them, before they spin them and springboard off the ropes into an enzugiri. Cara collapses to the mat and Giocare makes the cover.
Madelyne: YES! Ding dong, Cara’s dead! Cover that woman!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!NO!!!!!!!
Wolf: That was close….VERY CLOSE! I feared we were about to crown a new champion right there!
Cara’s shoulder pops up at the last second and Giocare sits on the mat, their body language radiating disbelief as Philip Rivers shows the two count to them. Rolling over, the Game Changer pulls Cara Stone up to her feet and pushes her back towards the ring ropes. When they are a step away, the masked wrestler shoves her backwards into the ropes, leaps onto the middle rope and as Cara rebounds gets her into position for GAME OVER...but the Adrenaline Champion manages to hook one arm over the top rope sending Giocare rolling backwards onto the mat and to their feet.
Wolf: Brilliant counter from the champion, Cara knew what Giocare was setting up for and avoided it expertly!
Madelyne: So she watched some matches, you want to give her a prize or something? Yay for mild competence!
The masked person charges toward the Adrenaline Champion only to see her drop her shoulder, elevating the challenger up and over the top rope and to the outside. Cara moves slowly towards the corner and climbs to the top rope and despite the protestations of the referee she launches herself from the top rope and onto the rising Giocare, executing a headscissors that sends the masked wrestler into the ring post mask first. Giocare stumbles backwards and Cara throws him back into the ring underneath the bottom rope before she climbs onto the apron. In the ring the individual from Parts Unknown is rising once again and as he gets to his feet Stone catapults herself into the ring and catches him square with the KA-POW!! flying forearm to the jaw. Giocare staggers backwards for a moment and Stone follows the move with a superkick that tags her opponent perfectly on the jaw. Giocare staggers and falls backward, coming to rest in a sitting position against the ropes.
Wolf: Absolutely devastating shot with that forearm, and Giocare doesn’t know where they are right now!
Madelyne: Pretty sure you’re wrong, since you don’t usually see a lot flying forearms on the subway….though you should. Clark, make a note to mail the mayor.
Heading back the way she came, Cara climbed to the top rope and despite looking unsteady walked a couple of steps along the rope before launching herself clear across the ring into a dropkick that connected perfectly with one foot connecting with Giocare’s chest; the other with the mask. On her knees, Cara takes hold of her opponent’s ankle and jerkily drags them away from the ropes before she rolls over, keeping hold of the leg while she makes the cover.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Wolf: Yet again, an eyelash between victory and defeat right there but Giocare still manages to survive a bit longer!
Giocare just gets their shoulder up as River’s hand is on his way back down and Cara slams her hands against the mat in frustration as she looks at him disbelievingly. Again Rivers shows her the two count and Cara this time nods her head as she comes to her feet and steps out onto the apron. As the Game Changer rises to their feet and turns to face Cara, the Adrenaline Champion leaps onto the top rope, springboarding off into a 720 DDT that drives the Game Changer down on the top of their head. Rolling away Cara once more finds herself on the apron and pulls herself up to her feet with the ropes and climbs to the top rope. She measures the Game Changer and this time leaps off into the DOWN FROM THE SKY five star frog splash that connects perfectly. She hooks one leg with her arm, one leg with her leg and makes the cover on the masked wrestler. Rivers dives into position.
Wolf: FROG SPLASH….DOWN FROM THE SKY!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!
Madelyne: ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I think she had the tights!
Giocare kicked out a moment too late as Rivers made the three count and called for the bell before retrieving the title belt for the Champion as she rose to her feet and fell to the ropes feeling the effects of the match.
John: Here is your winner, and still SVW Adrenaline Champion…”HURRICANE” CARA STONE!!!
Wolf: An absolutely outstanding performance by the woman who is STILL your Adrenaline Champion!
Madelyne: You can’t possibly believe this is over just like that?! Surely you don’t….you do, don’t you?! God, you’re an idiot! Yeah, Cara….you’ll never hear from Giocare again. And I have some oceanfront property in Syria for sale too.
Giocare rolls away holding their ribs, Quilin helping them out of the ring as Cara raises the title above her head to a deafeningly loud cheer from the crowd. As she climbs the turnbuckle with the title belt still in her hand the show cuts elsewhere.
Buyer’s Remorse
We cut backstage to “The Last Wolf” Marla Lee who is dressed in a fairly large wolfish looking coat, jack boots with strangely tied laces and leathers as she has her arms crossed eyeing up the interview opposite her in Andrea de la Cruz. Andrea is dressed in a very modest white woman’s business suit as she looks Marla over with an intense dislike before she flashes a smile at the camera.
Andrea: Hello, I’m here with “The Last Wolf”, I suppose if you could call her that. Mrs. Lee-Crowley. Tell me, with the help that you needed so badly in your match against Phobos for the start of the Chaos Invitational, can we expect for Crystal Hate to carry you pretty much you the entire way through until she has her way with you and goes on to be the next great challenger to an otherwise dominant Emma MacNamara?
Marla stared at Andrea for a few moments before she... Broke into a smile.
Marla: Your blood’s worth bottlin’ sheila. Really it is. So tell me, when all of that happens in the little scenario in your head how do you think I should address my woes with your body? Your head through a steel chair? Perhaps putting you through a table to wipe away the stench of failure.
Cruz looked slightly horrified, turning her nose up at the Last Wolf.
Andrea: You can’t do that! Stryfe will fine you!
Marla nodded simply.
Marla: I’ll pay the cost plus extra if he so desires, as well as whatever one of those odd formal dinners have to be done for pleasing investors. I’m sure Sylvia would like a night out.
Crystal grinned as she walked into the scene dressed in her ring gear. She patted Marla on the head as she walked over to stand beside Andrea.
Crystal: Now, now that is no way to treat someone that was asking a serious question. I mean without my help Phobos would have won that match and you would have been shuffled off to obscurity. And what do I get for my trouble? Not a thank you or anything. I am truly hurt by that.
She pouted as she looked at the terrified interviewer.
Crystal: Does that seem right to you?
Andrea took a step back as she shook her head, scared of what might happen to her. Crystal sighed as she looked back to Marla with a look of amusement.
Crystal: I have to say that I enjoyed what happened that night. And don’t worry your pretty little head about your next match. Your guardian angel will be watching over you to make sure you win.
Marla watched her for a few moments in amazement before breaking out into a small smile.
Marla: Ah, sheila. If you ever pat me on the head again I will beat you with her broken arm.
She pointed at Andrea de la Cruz who immediately got out of dodge, likely worried that she was going to be the recipient of the first punch, whoever was going to throw it. A snort of amusement left the Aussie wrestler.
Marla: You’ve got my thanks for getting rid of her I suppose. However, I’m not that interested in you using me to make the easiest walk to a Chaos title shot. Come now. We both know better than that.
In a complete act of hypocrisy, Marla reached over and ruffled Crystal’s hair before letting out a little ‘hee’. Crystal swatted her hand away with a glare without advancing. The Last Wolf leaned forward on the soles of her feet.
Marla: If you continue to try to ‘help’ me, then I’m going to have to take uh... Well, you could call them countermeasures to make sure that you stop with your ‘help’. While chaos is certainly the name of the game, I work on my own. The Lord of Fear and I were having such a lovely time painting the mat with blood and sweat too.
Crystal shook her head in disappointment as she looked at Marla for a moment.
Crystal: I feel hurt that you would disrespect me by assuming that I did this for an easy road. I am doing this for your own good. I wanted to make sure that we meet in the ring. I think that we would put on one hell of an incredible match that would scare even the likes of the bitch Emma. Maybe I was wrong about you though. Maybe you aren’t worthy of being in the ring with me. I should have let Phobos beat you so that I would be challenged.
The Last Wolf’s head tilted to the left and she clicked her tongue softly.
Marla: We will meet in the ring Crystal. Of that I’ve no doubt of course but I find it... Hard to believe that you view much of anyone as a challenge, even myself. Come now. So... I would just offer this. When you are there... Opposite of me remember those words of an incredible match. I’ve actually began considering swinging around shields and hammers, those spikeless mace things. Getting... Real medieval on my opponents and what have you. I digress. If you believe that we can put on an incredible match then let that be the goal but I do not... By any means want help to get there and if that last bit was a threat... Then by all means. Come as you may.
Crystal chuckled as she turned her back on Marla and waved bye to her as she walked away without so much as a glance back at her. Marla watched her, not peeling her eyes away as we cut elsewhere.
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May 02, 2016, 05:06:24 pm »
John Youle: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
The opening lyrics of "Rock Star" by Nickelback ring out through the arena and the crowd boos instantly. Johnny Moxie slowly makes his way out from the back. He pauses at the top of the ramp, placing his hands on his hips with a cocky smirk as he looks around at the crowd. Finally, he shakes his head and mumbles something to himself before heading down the ramp.
John Youle: And now on his way to the ring from Manhattan, New York......he stands six feet even and weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds.......JOHNNY MOXIE!
The announcement draws even more boos from the crowd as Moxie finally makes his way to ringside. he climbs up the ring steps and gets up onto the middle rope, looking around some more with his smirk before he steps up and hops down from the turnbuckle. He leans against the corner as his music dies down.
The music starts, as the crowd quiets. A spotlight appears at the top of the ramp…but after a few moments nobody shows. The spotlight starts combing the arena, followed by another spotlight, and a third as the song starts.
Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR, transmissions will resume
They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
(So come on!)
The spotlights race around for a moment until one finally stops in the middle of the crowd, revealing Misty standing amongst the fans. She raises her fist with a cry and a grin as the fans nearby cheer and do the same.
John Youle: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario Canada. The Voice of the People....MISTY WHITMORE!!!
The young wrestler then makes a B-line for the ring, slapping hands of fans before hopping the barricade. Misty climbs onto the ring apron and looks out at the crowd, holding a hand over her brow with a grin. Leaping over the top rope Misty runs to the opposite corner, climbing up the corner and singing out the chorus with the fans, raising her fist with every phrase.
They will not force us!
They will stop degrading us!
They will not control us!
We will be victorious!
So come on!
Misty jumps down from the corner, fists raised and ready for the match.
Angela Rocca calls for the bell and Misty is immediately looking to dive into the tie up, but as soon as she goes to, Moxie makes a dive for the ropes and yells at Rocca to get her back. The pent up anger in Misty is obvious as she does as she’s told and moves away, Moxie taking the second to smooth down his ring gear before he ducks back in the ropes and begins to circle with Misty. Once more Misty goes to dive into the tie up and Moxie runs for the hills again, leaning through the ropes once again and demanding Rocca gets Misty under control. Misty rolls her eyes as she backs away once more and the fans begin to boo as Moxie brings himself back into the ring, turning his attention to the crowd and telling them to kiss his ass before turning around right into a STIFF knife edge chop from Misty that drives the air right out of him!
Mark: And that’s why you don’t mess around with Misty Whitmore.
Madelyne: Rules of the rope break are simple and if Misty can’t accept that, she’s in the wrong sport.
Giving Moxie no time to recover, Misty pushes him back up straight and hits him with another hard knife edge chop that sends him staggering backwards before Misty grabs hold of his wrist and throws him into the ropes, Moxie stopping his momentum by grabbing the ropes. Misty charges to attack and Moxie immediately rolls out of the ring, prompting Misty to stop her in tracks out of frustration, the annoyance showing on her face before she slides out of the ring after Moxie and Moxie just rolls back into the ring to switch places with her. Rocca tells Moxie to stop messing around and tells Misty to bring it back in the ring, which she does but she’s met with a flurry of stomps from Moxie as soon as she’s under the bottom rope before Moxie drops an elbow across her back.
Moxie backs off and waits for Misty to get up, taunting her until she charges to attack and he lifts her up, dropping Misty throat first across the top rope with a flapjack that sends her flopping around like a fish on the canvas gasping for air!
Mark: Moxie is just toying with Misty there but that might not be the wisest decision he’s ever made.
Madelyne: Why not? It clearly gets under her skin and overly emotional people make mistakes. It’s a great plan. He needs to conserve his energy seeing as this the first of his two matches tonight, which is completely unfair by the way.
With a cock swagger in his step, Moxie slowly pulls Misty up to her feet but she breaks free of his grip and hits him square in the chest with a dropsault that sends Moxie crashing backwards through the ropes!
Mark: You were saying?
Madelyne: Oh shut up.
Rocca begins to count as Moxie pulls himself up to his feet, but Misty doesn’t wait for him to get back into the ring, instead sliding out of the ring to go after him, but Moxie hightails it out of the way and Misty gives chase! The pair do a full lap of the ring as Rocca tells them to get it back in before beginning a count, getting to four when Moxie rolls back into the ring and hops to his feet, hitting the ropes as Misty follows suit. She ducks under the clothesline attempt and Moxie hits the ropes again, rebounding right back into an Exploder Suplex from Misty! Moxie slides across the canvas and uses the ropes to pull himself but manages to get the elbow up as Misty charges to attack, using the momentary distraction as a chance to plant her with a bulldog! Moxie rolls her over and makes a lazy cover …
1 … Misty kicks out!
Misty rolls over to stop another pin attempt and Moxie quickly locks her into a half Boston Crab, making the Canadian cry out in pain as she reaches for the ropes. Moxie sits right back into the hold and taunts Misty even more, reaching back with his spare hand and slapping her around the head as she desperately tries to edge herself closer to the ropes on her elbows.
Mark: Does he never learn?
Madelyne: How many times do I have to say this? It doesn’t matter because he’s in control of the match!
Mark: All I’m saying is when Misty has had enough, he’s going to wish he hadn’t done it.
Misty roars out defiantly and with one more big push on her elbows, she wraps her fingers around the bottom rope, prompting Rocca to call for the break that Moxie ignores until Rocca’s count reaches four. Misty pulls herself back to her feet using the ropes, but she barely gets there as Moxie hits a standing dropkick that sends Misty spilling out to the outside through the ropes! Rocca begins to count again and Moxie waits for Misty to get to her feet before he hits the ropes and flies for a suicide dive, but he’s left to crash into the security barrier as Misty side steps the attack!
Rocca restarts her count as Misty pulls Moxie up to his feet and slams his head off of the ring apron then rolls him back into the ring and slides in after him, but her attack is quickly stopped when Moxie catches her with a jawbreaker. Misty staggers back but is quick to go back on the attack as Moxie makes it to his feet, only Moxie catches her with a drop toe hold that slams her into the mat face first! Moxie stands up and steps on the small of Misty’s back to climb over her, then repeats it going back the other way before ruffling her hair again as she tries to get up. Moxie grabs hold of Misty by her hair and drags her up, but Misty breaks free of the grip and hits Moxie with an absolute flurry of forearms that backs him into the ropes before she throws him across the ring and hits him with a pele kick for his troubles! Misty leaps on top of Moxie …
1 … 2 … Moxie kicks out!
Mark: Misty with a near fall there and this doesn’t bode well for Moxie, especially when he has another match still to come!
Madelyne: Is Whitmore paying you to blow smoke up her ass?
Misty immediately tries to go back on the attack, but Moxie rolls to the ropes as fast as he can and out of the ring, prompting a count from Rocca as he catches his breath. Misty hits the ropes and gets a head of steam up, but she stops just short of flying through the ropes as Moxie pulls a cameraman in front of him, putting a barrier between the two of them! Misty immediately slides out of the ring and Moxie continues to use the cameraman as a shield, pulling him this way and that as Misty tries to get around him before Moxie shoves the cameraman into Misty then rolls back into the ring! Misty tries to gather herself on the outside as Moxie showboats in the ring, much to the chagrin of the crowd.
As Rocca’s count gets to six, Misty slides back into the ring and Moxie grabs hold of Rocca, claiming he has something in his eye!!
Mark: Funny how he suddenly has an issue now Misty is trying to get at him.
Madelyne: The health and wellbeing of our superstars is our top priority Mark!
Mark: Pretend eyelashes don’t count.
Rocca holds Misty back as she checks around his eye, looking for any sign of injury and Misty gets closer to protest, Moxie barges past Rocca and hits Misty with a kick to the midsection then drives his knee into her face, sending her sprawling backwards! Misty checks her nose for blood as she starts to get up, but as she gets to her feet, Moxie comes up behind her and grabs her by the hips, thrusting his hips at her from behind!
Mark: Now that’s just plain disrespectful!
Madelyne: Hey, maybe Moxie wants him some.
Misty immediately goes to straighten up, but Moxie catches her quickly with a handful of hair and tights, spinning her round and throwing her into a turnbuckle before following up with a splash that Misty dodges and rolls him up from behind …
1 … 2 … Moxie kicks out!
Moxie sits up on the mat and Misty immediately attacks him with a set of furious and stiff kicks to the chest that drive the air out of Moxie with every strike. She finally drags him up to his feet and throws him into a corner before taking a few steps back and slamming her body weight into Moxie in the corner with a handspring body splash, crushing Moxie against the turnbuckle! Moxie immediately doubles over and Misty drags him away from the turnbuckle to plant him with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging into the pin …
1 … 2 … Moxie kicks out!
Misty goes right back on the attack, dragging Moxie back up to his feet only for Moxie to get a thumb in the eye of Misty, blinding her long enough for him to pull her down into a roll up with his feet on the ropes …
1 … 2 … Misty kicks out!!
Mark: Moxie is a real piece of work. He had his feet on the ropes!
Madelyne: It’s only cheating if you get caught and she kicked out anyway so what is your issue?
Mark: Seeing good people get screwed over. Again.
Misty and Moxie both fly to their feet and stop facing each other in the ring, the crowd going insane with boos as Moxie has the audacity to blow a kiss to Misty! Misty already looked furious with Moxie’s antics and the kiss seems to push her over the edge, the former Defiance Champion charging at Moxie like a woman possessed! She tackles Moxie by the midsection and they both tumble out of the ring through the ropes, prompting a count from Rocca!
Both competitors hit the floor with a thud, but Misty doesn’t waste any time in pulling Moxie back up to his feet and pulling him into a hard clothesline before she hops onto the apron and waits for Moxie to get back to his feet to take him down with a hurricanrana to the floor!! Rocca’s count gets to six as Misty drags Moxie up by the seat of his pants and throws him into the ring, heading for the top rope as he begins to stir on the canvas.
As soon as Moxie turns around, Misty flies with a huge missile dropkick that sends Moxie flying the entire length of the ring! Moxie barely knows where he is as he gets back to his feet and turns around straight into Misty, who throws him away with another exploder suplex!
Mark: I think its safe to say Misty has finally had enough!
Madelyne: Rocca needs to step in here! This is not acceptable! He’s got a second match to wrestle tonight for crying out loud!!
Moxie doesn’t know where he is and Misty uses it to her advantage, stalking Moxie as he gets to his feet, only to drop him with a huge lungblower! Misty drags him away from the ropes and makes a cover …
1 … 2 … Moxie kicks out!
There’s absolutely no stopping Misty as Moxie sits up, the former Defiance Champion charging at Moxie and landing The People’s Decree! Moxie is on absolute dream street as Misty makes another cover, this time hooking the leg …
1 … 2 … Moxie gets his foot on the ropes!
Madelyne: That is smart ring awareness from Johnny Moxie! I knew he had it in him.
Mark: But after that vicious People’s Decree knee strike, does he even know what day of the month it is?
Madelyne: Oh ye of little faith, of course he does!
Rocca tells Misty about the foot on the rope as she backs away as Moxie uses the ropes for support to pull his body weight up onto his feet, pulling down the top rope as Misty charges to attack! Moxie thinks he’s safe and he walks away from the ropes, but Misty landed on the apron and she waits for him to turn around before leaping onto the top rope and sending him crashing into the mat head first with a springboard tornado DDT!
Mark: Sabracadabra!
Madelyne: Oh well aren’t you just the little fanboy.
Misty hooks the leg …
1 … 2 … Moxie kicks out!
Moxie tries desperately to get to his feet, but Misty goes on the attack again, dragging him up only to be stopped by Moxie raking the eyes. He uses the chance to quickly catch his breath before hitting Misty with a hard enziguri as she turns around! Misty hits the mat hard and Moxie wastes no time in heading for the turnbuckle closest to her and climbing, pausing at the top before leaping off with a moonsault that misses the mark as Misty gets the knees up!
Both competitors are down on the mat and Rocca begins to count, but she stops at four as Misty begins to show signs of getting up, finally making it to her feet as Moxie sits himself up in the corner, allowing Misty to hit him square in the jaw with a huge running boot into the corner, Moxie’s head bouncing off the turnbuckle pad! Misty grabs hold of his foot and drags him away from the corner then makes the cover …
1 … 2 … Moxie kicks out!
Mark: Moxie is hanging in there in this match but with the amount of punishment he’s taken from Misty Whitmore, how much longer can he last?
Madelyne: I cannot believe Angela Rocca has allowed this to go on. He’s got ANOTHER match. Not just this one!
Moxie rolls away and desperately crawls to get away from Misty, but she grabs hold of him by the foot and pulls him away, rolls him over and swiftly locks him into the anaconda vice! Rocca hits the mat to make sure Moxie doesn’t submit without her notice as his legs flail wildly and his body contorts, trying to break out of the hold. Moxie twists his body this way and that, managing to latch a foot onto the bottom rope and Rocca calls for the break!
Misty releases the hold and Moxie pulls himself up on the ropes, backing away into Misty who leaps onto his shoulders and immediately plants him with the Ad Astra! Inverted spike Hurricanrana and Misty hooks the leg …
1 … 2 … 3!!
John Youle: Here is your winner via pinfally, Misty Whitmore!
Rocca immediately lifts Misty’s hand into the air in victory then checks on Moxie’s condition as Misty ascends the turnbuckle to celebrate with the fans.
Madelyne: I feel a petition is needed to Alexander Stryfe’s office! This match was a travesty of justice!
Mark: Maddie, you’re rambling. Misty Whitmore picks up what has to be a satisfying win over Johnny Moxie here tonight after weeks of torment, but how is Moxie going to make it through his next match?
Madelyne: THAT’S MY POINT!!
From there, we cut to a commercial for Extreme Prejudice.
Wolf: Ever since they became the top contenders for the tag titles, Awesome & Almighty has been right in the BSX’s face. Tonight, they get their chance to earn the prize they’ve been eyeing for months.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is for the SVW Tag Team Championships!!!
“This is the year that hope fails you!”
The siren of “Pulse of the Maggots” blares through the arena and Corey Taylor’s voice fills the arena. The lights flash by the entranceway and Greg Pettis and Cesare Cavallo walk onto the stage side by side in their ring gear. The rock guitars kick in and the two comrades in arms stalk their way down to their ring, showing their disdain for the fans along the way. They ignore several outstretched hands when they make it down to the ring. Cesare climbs the steps to get in while Greg rolls under the bottom rope. The music hits the chorus as they stand in the ring and taunt the fans.
“WE, we are the new diabolic
WE, we are the bitter bucolic
If I have to give my life you can HAVE IT.
WE, we are the pulse of the maggots!”
The two pose until the music fades and go to their corner where they wait for the match to begin.
John: Introducing first, they are the number one contenders to the SVW Tag Team Championship…….AWESOME & ALMIGHTY!!
Wolf: Greg & Cesare had a months long feud with Cade & Apollo that culminated in them becoming the top challengers. And as Luther’s flunkies, they would love nothing more than to bring those tag titles back to him. Carson Black has joined me for this. Welcome to the booth.
Carson: Thank you. It’d be absurd to discount the talent and abilities of these two men. But I am sure they will find taking the tag titles to be the toughest challenge of their professional careers.
[Cue the chiptunes and 8-bit sprites! Coming dashing out from the back is Andi Takata, hopping about excitedly, while her partner Kaoru Asaka follows behind at a more reasonable pace....]
John: INTRODUCING AT THIS TIME, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 280 POUNDS... HAILING FROM AKASAKA, TOKYO, JAPAN...
[As Kaoru crouches at the top of the ramp, Andi takes off towards the crowd to get them dancing along with her, side to side!]
John: SHE IS THE RAGING INFERNO OF FEMME FATALE.... KAORU. BLLLLAZING RAAAAGE ASAAAAKAAA!!
[Asaka springs up with her fist high in the air, and walks down to the ring, past...]
John: AND HER PARTNER, HAILING FROM THE GREAT COSMOS...
[Asaka tries to get past Andi to get to the ring, as she's hopping around and excited to be here!]
John: SHE IS THE MAGICAL PRINCESS FROM OUTER SPACE...
[Andi positions herself! Step out, arm up.]
John: THE "LUCKY STAR" ANDIIIIIIIII TAAAAKATAAAAA!!!!!!
[POSE! Crowd loves it! Then both girls slide in under the bottom rope, and make their way to opposite turnbuckles.]
John: TOGETHER... THEY ARE.....
[Wyld Stallyns? NO! The girls ascend the turnbuckles!]
John: THE BUUUURNING STAAAAAAR EXPREEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
[And they climb down from the turnbuckles and get ready for their match as the music fades down.]
Carson: There is no mistaking, Wolf, the global popularity that this team possesses. I’ve yet to be in an arena where they performed that was not almost entirely in their favor.
Wolf: The BSX definitely have a lot going for them, including a massive fan support base. But they will still have to find a way to overcome what may be their biggest challenge since coming to SVW.
Mickey McGuire takes control of the match as he takes the titles from the Burning Star Express, showing them to challengers before handing them off to the ringside attendants and asking the two teams to decide who is going to start the match for them. The BSX decide on Kaoru while Greg takes the lead for the Awesome and Almighty. The pair came out of their respective corners and started to circle each other before Asaka started to stick and move, delivering a kick to his thigh, following it with a second and a third as she dodged and ducked out of the way of the big man’s attempted jabs. As the third kick landed Greg lunged forward attempting to snare the Tag Team Champion in a collar and elbow tie up only for Kaoru to duck underneath it and ghost behind him and deliver another stiff kick - this one catching the man in the kidney region. As Pettis turns around to face her, he gets another stiff kick into his abdominals causing him to bend double and as he does so, Kaoru hooks his head and sends him to the canvas with a headlock takedown.
Wolf: There you see Kaoru using leverage to bring Greg down to the mat, she knows she isn’t going to be able to take him down too many other ways.
Carson: Both Andi and Kaoru come into matches generally with size disadvantages, but they have always seemed to make it work. It’s a hallmark of what makes them one of the best tag teams in the world.
Kaoru keeps the headlock applied as they both hit the mat only for Greg to fight his way up to his feet and with his feet planted he attempted to break the hold with a side suplex attempt. Kaoru though telegraphs it, releasing her hold on his head and landing on her feet behind him and catches him in the back with a dropkick. Stumbling Greg falls into the ropes and bounces back with a discus clothesline that once again gets nothing but air as Kaoru ducks underneath the swinging arm. As he turns the Japanese superstar grabs the wrist of his other arm though and twists it up behind his back into a hammerlock. Pettis fires elbows behind him, looking to connect with the head of the Champion only for Asaka to avoid them with ease before she delivers a kick to the back of his knee causing him to stumble slightly, allowing her to slap the back of his head. He tries again to catch her with his elbow only for Kaoru to transition the hold into an arm wringer, driving the point home with another kick to his upper leg before she pulls him towards the BSX corner and makes the tag to Andi.
Carson: While we talked about how they tend to have a size disadvantage, they both have very strong legs that can bring even the staunchest of opponents to their knees.
Wolf: Kicking is definitely something both of these women do and do well, and now here comes the Space Princess!
Asaka delivers another kick to the back of Greg’s kneecap before she jerked his arm violently downwards, taking him to one knee and Takata springboards into the ring with a leg drop against his trapped arm. The man wheels away, shaking his arm out as Andi springboards off the ring ropes and drives a forearm into his jaw. As the Space Princess lands on her feet she turns ninety degrees and charges towards the once more and again uses them as a springboard to deliver a dropkick to Pettis that manages to knock him down. As Pettis begins to rise to his feet, Takata again uses the ropes for momentum and this time she rocks him back on his haunches with a knee to his face. The man rocks back and the legal half of the Tag Team Champions hooks his head and delivers a DDT. Andi Takata bounces up and down on the spot, rallying the crowd behind her as Greg started to rise. The Space Princess allowed him to make it to one knee before she climbed up on his shoulders and as he got to his feet the girl threw herself forward into a victory roll pin.
Carson: Victory roll, Andi has a tremendous speed advantage.
One…
Two…
...TH-
Wolf: A bit too early for this one to be over, as Greg has more than enough left in the tank.
Greg kicks out of the pinfall attempt and Andi comes to her feet, running towards the ropes and bouncing back towards him as he makes it to his feet with a yakuza kick into his sternum. Greg holds the point of impact as Andi tries to follow up the kick with a series of forearms into his gut only for the powerful man to pie face her backwards, causing her to hit the mat and roll backwards up to her feet where she instantly runs forward and catches him with a running palm thrust into his gut. As Greg doubles up, Andi hooks his head and attempts a suplex only to find it blocked. Andi tries again and for a second time it’s blocked and before she can try a third time Pettis lifts her up off her feet and into a suplex of his own.
Wolf: Greg is starting to finally get some offense going here, and that suplex definitely slowed Andi down.
Carson: Indeed, this is where the BSX will generally have problems. Most every opponent can throw them around, just like Greg did there.
Andi sits up and gets to her feet as Pettis gets to one knee but is stopped from going back on the attack thanks to a forearm to the gut from the man. He delivers a second forearm into her stomach while he stays on one knee before he finally explodes upwards and delivers a European Uppercut to her jaw. Andi stumbles backwards and Pettis grabs her by the wrist, sending her across the ring and on her return he scoops her off her feet and into a snap powerslam. Andi starts to rise to her feet only for Greg to grab her by the wrist once more and twist her arm around in her socket for an arm wringer. He stares across the ring at Asaka as he snaps the Space Princesses arm up and back down three times in quick succession, sending her down to one knee before bringing her back to her feet with each jerk. He twists her arm once more and finally drives a knee into her gut before pulling her over to the corner where he makes the tag to his partner.
Wolf: Cesare making his first appearance in the match, and they are doing an excellent job of isolating Andi here.
Carson: Tag team wrestling 101 says cut the ring off, and that’s something Awesome & Almighty excel at doing.
Cesare enters the ring, delivering an axe handle blow to the girl’s shoulder and then takes over the arm wringer as Greg steps back out to the apron. Standing next to the girl he drives the point of his elbow into her shoulder before bringing his foot upwards and driving a kick into her stomach. Andi bends double and as she does so, Cavallo yanks her towards him, lifting her off her feet and slams her back into his knee not once but twice before sending her across the ring with a fallaway slam. Andi tries to rise quickly only to be lifted off her feet yet again and drop her throat first across the top rope with a stun gun. As Andi landed on her feet and spun around holding her throat, she stumbled into a reverse elbow from Cesare.
Wolf: Andi trying to get a full breath of air after that stun gun, and Cesare is pressing the advantage!
Quickly he pulled her up to her feet by the wrist and straight into a short arms clothesline. As soon as she hits the canvas he yanks her back to a vertical base and takes her down once more with another short arm clothesline. For a third time he pulls her off the mat and this time as he delivers the lariat he drops to his knees, driving her downwards so that she lands on her shoulders and bounces. Finally letting go of her wrist he bounces up to his feet and delivers a leg drop across her throat before he floats over and makes the cover.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Carson: You’re not going to pin either of these girls with a cover like that. He didn’t hook the leg, and practically gave Andi the opening she needed.
Andi kicks out and Cavallo cradles her head and delivers a series of rapid fire fists into her head, releasing her as the official makes the count and coming to his feet. Andi rolls onto her front and pushes up to all fours and instantly regrets it as Cesare stands over, bending down to lock in a Full Nelson. Lifting her upwards he swings her from side to side before slamming her down to the mat once more next to the ring ropes. Cavallo sneers across the ring at Kaoru Asaka as he takes hold of the top rope and delivers three venomous stomps to her rib cage. Finally he moves away as the referee uses the count and threat of disqualification and Cesare turns to taunt Kaoru before doubling back to Andi as she starts to pull herself up by the ring ropes.
Wolf: Andi using the ropes just to help her get up, and Cesare is flirting with a disqualification.
Carson: Go ahead. If a challenger in a title match gets themselves disqualified, we are not contractually bound to give them a rematch. That only happens if the champions do it.
With a smile on his face Cavallo pulls the Space Princess away from the ropes and fires her into the Awesome & Almighty corner with all his might. Turning he walks towards the BSX corner, taking the opportunity to share his wisdom with Asaka who leans over the ropes and swipes for his head only for Cesare to stay frustratingly out of reach. As Mickey McGuire got between them, Greg Pettis choked Andi in the corner with the tag rope, releasing as McGuire turned back around. Cavallo also turns, making one final, disparaging comment to Kaoru and the Burning Rage immediately starts to step into the ring as Cavallo takes off and drives a running big boot into the side of Andi’s face causing her to slump down in the corner.
Carson: Here you see Cesare playing Kaoru like a fiddle, trying to draw her attention and get the referee involved so he can do something illegal.
Wolf: Yes, like invite his partner into the ring for a double team! Here comes Greg right on cue.
With McGuire trying to contain the Asaka in the BSX corner, Pettis enters the ring and together with his partner they both lay boots into Takata, driving her further all the way down in the corner until she’s laid on her back. Pettis moves to her legs, positioning her underneath the bottom rope and falls back into a catapult that sends her throat first into the ring rope, causing her to immediately clutch her throat as her body spasms at the lack of oxygen. Pettis leaves the ring as Kaoru does likewise and Cavallo pulls Andi up off the mat and into a Gorilla Press Slam, dropping her on her back before dropping an elbow into her chest and making the lazy cover.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Wolf: You talked about those lazy covers earlier, there we see another and Andi managed to get free.
Carson: It’s a mistake many tag teams make, so a team in its rookie year is definitely going to do it. I’m fine with it personally, speaking as the manager of the champions.
Cavallo comes to his feet and makes the tag to his partner who enters the ring and the pair bring Andi Takata upright, lifting her off her feet and throwing her into the air before delivering double very European uppercuts to the girl. Andi lands on her feet after taking the shots only to immediately fall backwards to the mat. Cavallo steps out of the ring and Pettis steps over the fallen Space Princess to use the ropes as a springboard into a splash onto her body. Pettis hooks her leg as he makes the cover.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Wolf: Kaoru with the save there, even she’s beginning to worry about her partner’s resilience after what Andi’s been through.
Kaoru Asaka makes it into the ring this time and breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back of his head. Cavallo comes into the ring and heads straight towards Asaka only to walk straight into a right hand haymaker from Asaka. Cesare fires back with a right hand of his own as the illegal members of the teams start to exchange rights and lefts with each other only for Asaka to get the upperhand as she drops Cesare to the mat with a drop toe hold and floats over him to lock in a lebell lock. Meanwhile Andi Takata has been brought to her feet by Greg Pettis and is on the receiving end of a series of kicks and forearms from the big man before he fires her across the ring, catching her on the return with a belly to belly suplex. Getting back to his feet he moves towards Asaka, kicking her in the back to get her to break the submission hold on his partner and sets about her, stomping away at her head and shoulders, causing her to cover up. However he doesn’t spot Andi Takata as she gets to her feet and charges towards him, delivering a backstabber to the man, sending him to the canvas.
Wolf: Backstabber! And that could be the opening Andi needs!
Carson: It most certainly could be, I join the fans in Raleigh encouraging her to get to the corner for the tag!
Andi checks on her partner, helping her to her feet as Cavallo pulls himself up to his feet and clatter into Andi with a clothesline causing her to fall to her canvas. As Cavallo turns around, Kaoru hits him with a jawbreaker causing him to stagger back to the ring ropes. As his back hits the ropes, Kaoru charges forward, catching him with a clothesline as Andi launches herself at Cesare with the Flying Andi butt-butt that sends him over the top rope to the outside. As they turn around Greg Pettis is back on his feet, catching both members of BSX with a dropkick. The pair fall backwards, Andi catching herself while her partner falls through them to the apron. Takata comes out of the ropes and gets fired across the ring by the legal member of Awesome & Almighty. She hits the ropes and ducks underneath a clothesline attempt from Greg Pettis. Again she rebounds of the ropes only to forward roll underneath an attempted big boot and to her feet behind him, hitting the ropes once more and this time she launches herself at Greg with a high cross body block. Greg tries to catch her in his arms only to stumble backwards and as he does so, Asaka slides in behind him and sends him down to the canvas with the schoolboy trip. As Andi lands on top of him, Kaoru slides out of the ring to intercept Cavallo and McGuire slides into position to make the count.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Wolf: Old fashioned schoolboy rollup right there, but Greg thought better of it!
Greg Pettis kicks out and Andi rolls away to the ring ropes, pulling herself upright and straight into a springboard back elbow that catches her foe as he advances on her from behind. He holds his jaw and staggers backwards, finding his balance just as Andi Takata leaps up onto the top rope and springboards backwards once more, flipping backwards as she did so and catching him around his head as she drives him down into the canvas with a reverse moonsault DDT. Takata rolls to her feet and delivers a superkick to his jaw, sending him down to the canvas. Andi performs a little dance as she moves around him before delivering a pivoting face stomp to the legal half of Awesome & Almighty. As soon as Pettis sits up, Takata drops down behind him and wraps her legs and arms around him and throws her weight to one side as she begins to move him around the ring with a Katamari Roll, spinning him around and around before finishing up with a pin attempt.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Carson: That Katamari Roll is a lot like a gator roll, it wears you out and disorients you. So credit to Greg he still had the wherewithal to kick out.
Pettis kicks out and Andi kips to her feet, letting him get to one knee before she charges forward and delivers a modified Shining Wizard, stepping up onto his knee before flashing her boot upwards into his jaw. As Pettis stumbles backward, Andi nips past him, springboarding off the ring ropes and lands on his shoulders, throwing herself forward and into a victory roll.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Wolf: Another kick out from Greg after that well executed victory roll! Luther’s tandem are certainly showing how they got to this point!
Pettis once more kicks out and Andi moves quickly to her corner to tag in Kaoru who enters the ring and the pair move towards Pettis, Andi pulling him up to his feet and sending him with an Irish whip towards her partner who meets him with a kick to the gut and as he doubles over, she double underhooks his arm and sends him to the mat with a double underhook suplex. As Pettis rolls onto his knees Kaoru measures him up and delivers the BFK2 - a really hard spinning back kick upside his head. Pettis falls back to the mat and Asaka makes the cover, hooking the leg as she does so, while Andi runs defence against Cesare Cavallo entering the ring.
Carson: Tight cover from Kaoru, but here comes Cavallo to break it up!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Wolf: And another near fall, and Andi decided to greet Cesare before he had a chance to do anything!
Pettis manages to get his shoulder up at the last moment and Kaoru calls for the end of the match as McGuire forces Andi back out of the ring. Pulling Pettis up to his feet she hooks his head and lifts him vertically looking for the Moment of Zen only for Pettis to kick his feet and escape to land on her feet behind her, lifting her upwards to deliver an atomic drop. Kaoru stumbles forward into the ropes and before she can turn around Greg catches her with a discus elbow back to her head. Kaoru falls forward into the ropes yet again and Greg falls to one knee, placing his head between her legs and stands up, lifting her onto his shoulders before falling backwards with an electric chair drop.
Wolf: Devastating move there. Takata may have been knocked senseless with that electric chair!
Once more Pettis rises to his feet and gets kicked in his stomach before Andi fires him across the ring, only for Pettis to springboard off the middle rope and fling himself backwards, spinning as he does and drives an elbow into Andi’s face with the Greg Is Awesome. Takata rolls and tries to get to her feet quickly only to get a jumping big boot to the face from Greg. She hits the mat and he lands on his feet, pulling her upwards and into him before flipping her up onto his shoulders and driving her downwards with a spinning sit out powerbomb. He holds and makes the cover.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Carson: I’ll be the first to tell you that made me a bit anxious right there. Credit to Miss Takata for her toughness!
Andi manages to kick out and starts to crawl towards her corner only for Greg to grab hold of her ankle and start to pull her back across the ring towards Cesare Cavallo in the corner and tags him in Cavallo entering the ring and while Andi had her ankle held he drove an elbow drop into her spine. Andi rolls away and tries to get to her feet only for Cesare to deadlift her upwards and throw her over his head to the middle of the ring with a gutwrench suplex. Cesare moves into position at her feet, grabbing her legs and is about to go for the giant swing only for Takata to start to twist and turn her body about, fighting against him and as he bent down to club a forearm into her head, she manages to grab hold of his head and drag him down into a small package.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!NO!!!!!
Wolf: Small package almost netted the victory there, but Cesare escaped it! I think these two men are just too strong for moves like that to work!
Cesare kicks out a moment before the three count is made and Andi again begins to crawl towards her corner, pushing to her feet only for Cesare to grab hold of her, spin her around and throws her into the air. Andi arches her back the moment he sends her airborne and catches him under the jaw with her foot. As he staggers backwards, Andi lands on her feet stumbles towards her corner and dives to make the tag to Kaoru. Asaka comes charging into the ring and straight towards her opponent who manages to catch her coming and pop her into the air, making no mistake this time as he meets the falling member of the Burning Star Express with the Divine Intervention very European uppercut. Kaoru lands on the mat back first and looks glassy eyed as Cavallo drops to his knees, hooking the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!NO!!!!
Carson: Miss Takata with the save there, and thankfully so! Cesare could have easily had this right there, I think.
Andi Takata makes the save in the nick of time as she bounces off the ring ropes and delivers a low dropkick into Cesare’s face, breaking the pin. As Andi gets to her feet, Greg charges towards her with a clothesline attempt only for Andi to leave her feet, grab hold of his head and the pair of them fall backwards, through the ropes and to the outside in a heap. Cesare makes it to his feet first and checks on his partner on the outside, seeing both Greg and Andi moving he turns back towards Kaoru only to get back body dropped over her head and to the middle of the canvas. Kaoru grabs hold of the ropes to stay upright and as she sees her partner rising to her feet on the outside she spins and charges forward into a spear that takes Cesare down to the mat. Cesare rolls and tries to get to his feet only for Kaoru to grab his legs around the knees, lifting him upwards and dumping him hard on the back of his head before she rolls forward into a jackknife hold pin.
Wolf: I don’t think I’ve ever seen them use that….Cover!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!
Carson: YES! YES! YES! Just outstanding!
A half a moment too late Cesare rolls his shoulder, Mickey McGuire calling for the bell as Kaoru comes to her feet, her hands raised in victory by the official.
John: Here are your winners, by pinfall, the team of Kaoru Asaka and Andi Takata...THE BURNING STAR EXPRESS!!!
Wolf: And the BSX have turned back the challenge of Awesome & Almighty here tonight at Fearless! And a job well done at that!
Carson: Agreed entirely, now we wait for the tag team Midas Touch to see who exactly will be looking to follow in my clients’ footsteps.
Cesare gets to his feet and attempts to blindside Kaoru only for Andi to spin him around, grab hold of his head and drop him to the canvas with the Space Crusher. Kaoru spins around just in time to cut off Greg Pettis as he looks to blindside the pair of them and catches him with a flying forearm. As Greg stumbles backwards Asaka grabs hold of his wrist and sends him into the corner and the BSX give the sign for the Interstellar Death Array, Andi measuring up the man in the corner before she charges and pulls up a moment before she’s about to launch into a yakuza kick as Greg drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring.
Wolf: Look at that, a pair of sore losers who can’t accept coming up short! But it doesn’t change the fact that the BSX are STILL the SVW Tag Team Champions!
Carson: What do you expect honestly?
The BSX hold the titles aloft, staring at the defeated pair as the Awesome & Almighty begin to retreat up the aisle and the camera cuts elsewhere.
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John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a STRAP MATCH for the SVW CHAOS CHAMPIONSHIP!
As “Attitude City” plays over the PA system, a mist forms at the stage top. Once the lyrics start, Joe rises to the stage from an elevating platform, his back to the crowd as his trenchcoat shows blinking orange lights that spell “FUN TIMES” on the back. Once he's fully risen, Joe pivots to face the crowd, hyping them up before heading forwards.
John: From Miami, FL by way of Scranton, PA...the Innovator of Fully! Unrehearsed! Nuttiness! Joe! RAGNAAAAAAAL!
He heads down the ramp, slapping hands with the crowd on either side before running into the ring and sliding under the ropes. Hopping to his feet, Joe heads to the middle of the ring, where he raises his arms high in the form of an 'X' while flipping the crowd off. Ragnal's arms then drop to a crotch chop, setting off a large green pyro 'X' behind him. He tosses his sunglasses into the audience and takes off his green trenchcoat, then waits for the match to start.
Wolf: I’m joined by Chaos Invitational competitor “The Last Wolf” Marla Lee and I didn’t even know I went anywhere.
Marla: “The Second-To-Last Wolf” doesn’t really have a ring to it, yeah? Out here scoping out our beloved champion.
Oh, oh, oh! Oh here we go!
Walkin’, talkin’ like you know,
I want your pretty little psycho!
(Pretty little psycho)
The synths of Porcelain Black’s “Pretty Little Psycho” blares out over the PA system. The lights in the arena turn blue and black while smoke rises up from the stage. A white light comes down on a spot on the curtain, accentuating some movement behind the curtain.
John: On her way to the ring! She hails from Glasgow, Scotland and weighs one-hundred-and-thirty-four pounds! She is the “Pretty Little Psycho” and your SVW CHAOS CHAMPION... , EMMA MACNAMARA!
Following the announcement, Emma steps out from behind the curtain.
I’m ready to go, I’m taking chances,
Sipping less from champagne glasses.
Gotta have you, I’m moving closer.
I won’t take no for an answer.
You’re looking crazy, you’re looking wrong,
Looks like we’re gonna get along.
And once I’ve got you, it’s a fact,
Baby, there’s no turning back.
Make me, make me impressed!
Make me, make me obsessed!
During the verse, Emma walks down the ramp towards the ring, where she stays dead centre, ignoring everything around her, including the booing from the fans. Her gaze is directed solely towards the ring. Reaching the ring, she pulls herself up on the apron and steps through the ropes. She then walks to her corner, where she stands with her arms folded as the music fades out. Roger Weatherby raises the Chaos Championship over head as Emma stares hard at Joe. Finally a leather strap is attached to both competitors, keeping them from being too far of a distance from each other.
Wolf: What chance do you give Joe tonight against the champion.
Marla: Joe wants to innovate and that’s all well and good but Emma has a complete lack of conscience. There’s nothing that attaches to her emotionally to anything going on in the ring. She doesn’t care about the ref, the fans, her opponent. It’s a bit tough to overcome if you don’t feel similarly yerself.
DING! DING! DING!
Emma is about to start throwing hands at Joe but the Innovator of FUN holds his hand up to stop her before he tells her has something to show her. He takes a firm grasp of his side of the leather strap, looking down at it and seeming to check if it was long enough for something. He then begins to swing it around and around over his head and leaping as it scrapes the ground... At first MacNamara doesn’t seem to get Joe’s game... Before she seems to realize it really is a game and it infuriates her to realize...
Joe’s playing a game of jump rope with the leather strap. The PNC Arena laughs at this entirely and Emma doesn’t look pleased whatsoever. She snarls and goes to reach for Joe, causing him to step on her knee and catch her with an enzuigiri across the head, sending her stumbling a few steps as her arm is still slightly moved up and down as Ragnal continues to play jump rope. The Scot looks still annoyed by this.
Marla: Jump rope. Fuckin’ jump rope.
Wolf: If Joe is looking to annoy Emma into submission he’s going into a good way about it.
Seeming to realize that she has no choice in the matter but to follow suit, Emma uses her end of the leather strap to move in time with Joe’s jump roping as the two jump and duck in time, now trading blows. The Pretty Little Psycho can be seen mouthing in disgust, ‘Do you think you’re wrestling Kevin and Siobhan’ as she catches Joe with a punch followed by a slap followed by a punch followed by another slap in a stiff pattern as Joe holds his hand up to block each shot when he can, still getting caught with each and every errant shot. He ducks his head and stiffs the leather upward, tripping Emma by the knees before he runs towards the ropes nearby and springboards into a senton, landing on top of Emma’s back with a slam before he rolls her over and goes for a quick cover!
OOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!
KICKOUT!!
Of course Emma gets a very quick shoulder up, causing Joe to climb up to the top turnbuckle and wait for Emma to stand up so he can catch her with a proper flying clothesline from the top. Unfortunately the Pretty Little Psycho has it scouted and immediately hops up before hanging herself across the rope and causing Joe to straddle himself on the top turnbuckle, The new best friend of the Reiha Laine has suffered dearly as Joe looks to be in agony as Emma grabs the strap on her wrist with both hands and gives as hard as a pull as she can, jerking Joe to send him head first into the mat. He tries to pull himself up, but MacNamara is already standing over him and takes a grasp of the strap before RIPPING into Joe’s back with a slap across the back that resounds through the PNC Arena! The Chaos Champion snarls at Joe as she beats him again as the back and again! One after the next, at least seven whips across the back in all as Emma snarls, ‘ARE WE HAVING ‘FUN’ YET?!’
Joe rolls on his back to protect it, a hand on his back as Emma stares down at him and then slaps him once across the abdomen.
Marla: Joe’s very aerial based offense is going to be a problem since Emma is going to keep him nearby. Emma herself has a few flying tricks but she’s a natural with brawling.
Wolf: Joe’s going to have to come up with something creative to get the control back from this match.
Emma stands over Ragnal before the Chaos Champion holds the leather strap and ties up Joe’s arms. It doesn’t seem like anything big, especially with how hurriedly she does it, before she hooks a facelock on Joe with him being bent over. The Chaos Champion kicks her feet upward and executes a front-flip, taking the air-based Joe with her and spiking him on the head with a front-flip into a DDT. Joe continues to lay down on the ground with his hands bound by the leather which Emma continues to use to her advantage, now kicking and stomping away at the abdomen of the challenger for her title before she pulls him up and hooks his head before giving him a wicked snap suplex into the turnbuckle, sending his back and legs into the buckles! Emma slips through the turnbuckle now as Joe is coming to and takes a firm grasp of the leather once more before she jerks with all her might and Joe goes headfirst into a modified snake eyes. He falls backward and Emma comes back on him, hooking the leg!
OOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!
TTTTWWWOOOO...!!
KICKOUT!!
The Chaos Champions grunts in frustration before rolling back out of the ring and pulling Joe out after her. She decks him in the mouth and he responds with her slap attempt by sweeping her up in a fireman’s carry, kneeling down to slam her back across the top of the barricade! Joe looks at a nearby fan with a ‘Voice of The People - Misty Whitmore’ sign and asks them with material it’s made out of! The male fan at ringside with an old school Linda Ragnal RoB tee says it’s made out plywood. Joe says interesting, smiling with a nod as he begins peppering by Emma in the mouth with a few stiff shots while Emma continues to hang, back first on the barricade. He tells the fan to lower the sign and the fan does, letting Joe LEAP off of it to enzuigiri Emma across the temple and knock the Chaos Champion for a loop, her eyes glazed!
Joe begins to unloop the length of the leather strap around his arms and pooled on the ground before he steps onto the apron, seeing that he can’t get much farther without chancing Emma pulling him off the ropes or so. He breathes out and with a wide grin, the Innovator of FUN leaps off the apron and does a frog splash pump before landing right on top of Emma and FOLDING the Chaos Champion up as both competitors are down and Weatherby looks like he doesn’t know what to do!
Wolf: FUN STAR FROG SPLASH! Some impressive offense by Joe there, using one of the fan’s signs to kick off of and keep Emma still long enough!
Joe begins doing ill work here as he gets Emma before rolling her onto the apron. He shifts her through the ropes, her back to the ground and arms hooked through the first and second ropes, unable to move as Joe takes aim and in front of the PNC Arena and all of Raleigh, begins to whip the ever loving piss out of the Pretty Little Psycho. He beats her with the strap one slap led by the next until the Chaos Champion’s back is as red with marks and bubbling welts as his is. The camera indeed zooms in on Joe’s back as he finishes whipping Emma, undoing her binding and letting her drop to her knees before he rolls her over and drops on top of her!
OOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!
TTTTWWWOOOO...!!
KICKOUT!!
Emma pumps the shoulder up and Ragnal doesn’t seem too surprised by the Chaos Champion’s resolve. He lets her roll onto her stomach before he hooks Emma’s left leg around his own, and then her right leg. He looks to be plotting on a Surfboard Stretch to put on Emma. He does a short hop, stomping on the Chaos Champion’s knees before he begins to loop up the leather, pulling one of Emma’s arms behind her back while using his other arm to reach. He begins to wrench and pull Emma’s arms back, pulling and shifting before he falls backward and then lays on his back, the Chaos Champion in the air in pain! He falls forward and drops Emma on her knees before he stands up with a grin. The Pretty Little Psycho gets her head hooked and it looks like Joe is going for the FUN Drop...
...NO!
Emma slips her head away as Joe goes chest first into the turnbuckle, pulled back by the leather as Emma threads his legs together with the leather, headscissors him into a snap DDT, and Joe’s legs are pointed up in the air, not able to use his knees to lessen the blow of landing right on his head by MacNamara’s wicked DDT!
Marla: PLAYING WITH SCISSORS! Emma saw Joe was looking to hit her with the finishing blow and she stopped it short!
Wolf: The Chaos Champion will not see this end with Joe Ragnal walking away tonight and it looks like she’s finally had it!
The Pretty Little Psycho seems to be done playing around and wraps the leather strap around the throat of Joe Ragnal before tightening it and coiling another loop around it before she puts a boot on the back of his head and begins to squeeze, letting the air slowly drain from Joe, and continuing to squeeze down, letting Ragnal struggle. He crawls slowly around the ring, Emma still on his back and choking him! The Innovator of Fun’s face begins to grow as red as his hair and beard, clashing oddly as he scrapes the ground, but the Chaos Champion won’t let it be, putting both her feet on the back of Joe’s head and continuing to squeeze as Joe continues to struggle. Emma SNARLS at Weatherby, telling him to count Joe out! Weatherby grabs Joe’s wrist and raises it once...
...Letting it drop.
He raises it again!
It drops!
He raises it once more time...
...And Joe’s legs perk up and he double boots Emma quite LITERALLY in the ass, but knocking her off and sending her face first into the turnbuckle, both competitors laid out but Joe loosening the leather enough to gasp and breathe!
Wolf: It was nearly over there, Marla! Emma had Joe throttled and he’s struggling to get back up!
Marla: He’s gotta find a way to recover before she does!
Both competitors are slow to rise up but Joe kicks the Chaos Champion as stiff as he can into the abdomen, sending her down on all fours. Joe rubs his throat and he forces Emma up, her fingers moving as he drops her down with a Russian Legsweep... But can’t stand up! Joe’s legs have been tied up by the strap and Emma uses one arm to hold his legs together, using her free arm to keep his legs in place as she begins to stomp the back of Ragnal before wrenching back as FAR as she can as Joe tries to grab anything to free himself... But with the leather tied up around his legs, he can’t use it to pull Emma off him, the tugs hurting his own leg!
...
With no option left to him, Joe’s forced to tap out.
DING! DING! DING!
John: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND SSTTTIILLLL CHAOS CHAMPION... THE “PRETTY LITTLE PSYCHO”... EMMA MACNAMARA!
Wolf: A far different version of BACK TO HELL then what we’ve seen, but still she makes use of it and Emma walks out of Raleigh as Chaos Champion again.
Marla: Joe did his best to survive the match and at one point he nearly had it but Emma stands as champion another day.
Emma roughly pulls the leather cuff off her wrist as Weatherby checks on the Innovator of FUN, raising her Chaos Championship high in the air with a glare. The crowd boos her furiously but she could care less as we get a last shot on Joe, shaking his head and rubbing his throat.
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John: The following match is scheduled for best 2-out-of-3 falls and is for the SVW Defiance Championship!!
Mark: We’ve got the culmination of a bitter feud right here and I’m joined by former Defiance Champion, Ryan Sheffield.
Ryan: Always a pleasure Mark. The hatred between these Stefano and Scott has grown and grown and we’re probably not going to see much in the way of mercy here tonight.
“Here I’m standing naked...Your search for answers will end in agony!
Here I’m standing naked... (Me too!)”
An explosion of green pyros go off at the top of the ramp, three times in all.
“ONE THING IS CERTAIN, THAT IS MY DESTINY!”
John: Accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid .. From Berkeley, California and weighing in tonight at 150 pounds this is *THE* STEPHANIE STEFANO!!!
As “The Morning” 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 and pyro flooding the arena, The Steph Stefano steps out at the top of the ramp, nonchalantly reading the business section of a newspaper with CK beside her. After coming down the ramp and ignoring the fans’ jeers, Steph folds her business section and shrugs off the pinstripe sport coat she was wearing. Stephanie rolls into the ring. Largely ignoring all the boos being thrown her way, She runs her thumb across her throat before sitting against the corner turnbuckles and staring at the opposite side corner of the ring.
Mark: Stephanie Stefano has been chasing this title for a while now and tonight she has to win two falls against a very experienced and very talented wrestler.
Ryan: That’s true Mark, but Stefano’s cunning and you just know that she’ll have come into this match with a gameplan and I’d expect her to be as devious as ever - if not more so.
The arena is thrown into darkness and the crowd begin to buzz as to what is happening until a single lyric cuts through the buzz.
You better work bitch!
An explosion of purple pyrotechnics from the staging brings the arena lights back to life as "Work Bitch" by Britney Spears rips through the arena speakers and Harmony appears at the top of the staging, cocking her hip to the side before throwing a hand in the air and striding down the ramp with a smile, touching hands with fans as she makes her way towards the ring.
The brunette hops up onto the apron then throws herself over the top rope, landing on both feet before ascending the turnbuckle and blowing a kiss out to the fans. She throws a hand in the air again then jumps down and swings her arms back and forth, preparing herself for the match.
John: Introducing, from London, England and weighing 137lbs, she is the reigning and defending SVW Defiance Champion... this is HARMONY!!!
Mark: Couple of last second warm-ups from Harmony and there’s no doubt who the fan favourite is here tonight.
Ryan: Knowing that there’s all these people cheering you on Mark can give you that little bit extra at crucial moments. That could be vital, especially tonight Mark.
Throughout the champions introduction Steph Stefano barely acknowledged her opponent’s existence, keeping her back turned on the English woman, talking to Christian Kincaid at ringside, even as Harmony passed her title off to Billy Phelps. Finally Stephanie turns her attention to the match as Phelps presents the title to her, Stefano nodding her head and telling Harmony that not only will the belt be coming home with her, she’ll be sending the veteran wrestler into retirement, finishing off her statement with a wave of her hand as if to tell Harmony she’s completely insignificant to her and turns back to continue her discussion with Kincaid. The official hands the title to the ringside attendant and calls for the bell.
Ryan: You said that this feud had turned bitter Mark and we’re seeing that during the pre-match ceremonies. Steph’d rather talk to her manager than give her opponent the time of day.
Mark: The Defiance Champion is getting shown no respect whatsoever here. But then I guess Stephanie has made her disdain for Harmony’s entire attitude and her veteran credentials clear from day one in their war of words.
Harmony moves out of her corner watching Stefano like a hawk as the Italian-American stands in her corner adjusting her elbow pads and the waist band of her shorts all the while describing Harmony as an old mare, ready for the glue factory. Finally Steph looks to be ready for action….only to turn her back once more on her opponent to talk to her manager and that’s the final straw for Harmony. The English wrestler charges towards her nemesis, looking to blindside her with a splash but as she leaves her feet, Stefano sidesteps out of the way to reveal that the top turnbuckle bolt is exposed and Harmony catches the metal chest first. As soon as she turns around Stefano delivers a straight punch right into the middle of her opponent’s chest before grabbing hold of her wrist, jerking her forward into her grasp. Lifting her off her feet, Stefano uses all her power to hurl Harmony backwards with a modified spinebuster that causes the middle of her back to strike the exposed metal once more.
Mark: Stefano was just hiding that exposed turnbuckle! And she’s suckered Harmony in and is using that like a tag team partner.
Ryan: Cunning and deviousness on display from Steph and while she’s got the metal work exposed she’s softening up Harmony’s back. After all she’s got to win two falls tonight to walk out with the title.
Again she staggers back out and again Stefano doesn’t give the current champion anytime to recover, nor does she give the official’s warning any heed, as she once more grabs hold of her wrist and this time uses her force to Irish whip her the short distance back into Stephanie’s corner. Harmony lets out a cry of pain as her back once more strikes the turnbuckle bolt and again she finds herself dragged out of the corner; this time by the back of the head as the challenger propels her around in a circle and this time sends her chest first into the turnbuckle pads once more. This time Harmony walks straight backwards as Stephanie takes a couple of steps back herself and as soon as the English woman is within range, Stefano leaves her feet and connects with the Walk of Shame jumping reverse bulldog that drives the back of Harmony’s head into the mat. Stephanie instantly makes the cover, hooking both legs as she does so and Phelps slides into position to make the count.
Mark: Walk of Shame! One of Stefano’s favourite moves and it’s been all her since the bell rang!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!
Phelps indicates the three count as Harmony only managed to roll the shoulder a moment after the three count.
John: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the first fall…”THE” STEPHANIE STEFANO!!!
Mark: First blood to the challenger. She’s put herself in the driving seat.
Ryan: Harmony’s got to put this behind her quickly and remember that even though she has her back to the wall and HAS to win the next fall, this match is far from over.
Immediately Stephanie gets to her feet and moves to Harmony’s feet, hooking her legs underneath her arms before falling backwards and sending her head first into the exposed metal. Phelps tries to pull Stephanie away from her foe, ordering her to back up for the mandatory rest period only for Stefano to stare at the official before she hurled Harmony over the top rope to the outside. She moved back across the ring to a neutral corner and asked the referee if he was happy now.
Mark: She’s got first blood literally and figuratively Ryan. But thanks to the referee Harmony has a chance to catch her breath and regroup.
Ryan: Phelps isn’t letting them go straight into the next fall and this will definitely break up the rhythm Stefano had set for herself but Kincaid’s there making sure she stays focused.
As Kincaid moved down the ring and offered Stefano a bottle of water, Phelps slid out of the ring to check on Harmony, finding her busted open on the outside as she started to get to her feet...and also finding the top turnbuckle pad, scooping it up as she confirmed she was going to continue the match. The official rolled back into the ring and began to reattach the missing pad as Stefano rolled out of the ring. On the outside the Witch of Wall Street built up a head of steam, rounded the corner and mowed the rising Harmony down with a clothesline. Quickly the challenger pulled Harmony back to her feet only to send her crashing face first into the ring apron before scooping her up onto her shoulders and dropping her with a snake eyes right onto the announce desk before rolling her back into the ring and following in behind her.
Ryan: I guess it didn’t break up her momentum that much. The challenger is picking up right where she left off as Phelps takes that turnbuckle back out of the equation.
Mark: It’s already done it’s damage though Ryan and this might be a short night for these two women.
Stephanie gets to her feet as Harmony rolls to the middle of the ring and onto her hands and knees and Steph begins to stomp away at the SVW Defiance Champion before stooping down and pulling her up to her feet where she jabbed a thumb into her eye. Phelps reprimanded the Californian who shrugged her shoulders and stared straight at Phelps as she grabbed Harmony by the hair and dragged her down into a hairpull backbreaker. Keeping the handful of hair, Stefano pulled Harmony back up to her feet and sent her in for the ride and the Challenger left her feet as the Champion returned, catching her with a Thesz press that saw her land underneath the financial mogul. Instantly the Berkeley native targets the cut on Harmony’s head, driving her fists towards it in an attempt to make it bigger only for the English woman to cover up. Again Stefano pulls her opponent to her feet as Phelps threatens to disqualify her and this brings Harmony into a double underhook position, lifting her off her feet and driving her downwards with a backbreaker. As Harmony holds her back in agony, Stefano makes a lateral press cover on her.
Mark: Looks like Stephanie is starting to settle down a little bit and roll out that back breaker based offence that she’s honed to perfection.
Ryan: Good strategy from her to go after that cut. The worse it gets the greater the blood loss and the more it’s going to sap Harmony’s strength from her.
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...TH-
Harmony kicks out and Steph brings her to her feet with another handful of hair before she fires her into the corner and follows in behind her with a running knee delivered into the gut. The Londoner leans forward in the corner following the blow only for Stefano to stand her upright once more with a European Uppercut. Again the Italian Battalion takes a handful of her opponent’s hair and this time delivers a headbutt that seems to cause as much damage to Steph as it does to the Defiance Champion, causing the Californian to take a step backwards, holding her forehead. A second later though and she’s back on the attack as the Witch of Wall Street clambers onto the middle rope, pushes Harmony’s head backwards and begins to deliver closed fists into that cut once more, really opening it up. The crowd count along with each shot, reaching seven before they get really loud as Harmony wraps her arms around Steph’s legs and walks forward a couple of steps and drills her into the ring mat with a spinebuster.
Mark: What a spinebuster!! Harmony put everything that she had into that!!
Ryan: She’s bought herself an opening and absolutely has to make the most of it.
Harmony rolls away, breathing heavily, blood starting to stream from the cut on her forehead, as she tries to regroup while Stefano rises to her feet once more and advances on the Defiance Champion who has only managed to make it to her knees. Stephanie takes another handful of hair and begins to pull Harmony upright only for the reigning Defiance Champion to fight back, driving a forearm into her opponent’s midsection, followed by a second before she grabs her head and drives her into the canvas with a facebuster. Stephanie looks to rise quickly only for Harmony to take her down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. The pair rose to their feet simultaneously and Harmony used her long legs to her advantage, delivering a roundhouse kick to the side of Steph’s head that sent her down to one knee and gave Harmony the perfect opening to catch her with a shining wizard to the side of the head. Stefano slumped to the canvas and Harmony made the cover.
Mark: Harmony’s starting to get on a roll now, building momentum and using those long, long legs of hers to her advantage.
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Two…
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Ryan: Two count. But also two vital seconds for her to recuperate and start to plan a couple of moves ahead.
The challenger kicked out and the Champion quickly rose to her feet and moved for the ropes, using them as a springboard to catch Steph as she gets vertical with a reverse DDT. Harmony pushes back up to her feet, wiping the blood away from her eyes before she waved Stephanie to her feet. As the challenger began to rise, Harmony dropped back to the ropes, bounced off them and spiked Stefano’s head into the mat with a wheelbarrow DDT. Rolling her over Harmony makes another cover and this time hooks the leg.
Mark: Harmony’s going for knockout shots! DDT after DDT!! Too many of those and Stefano won’t know if she’s coming or going!
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...THR-
Ryan: And it gets another near fall! The tide has definitely turned in this one and it’s all Harmony now.
Again Stephanie breaks the pinfall before the three count and Harmony comes to her feet, not wasting any time arguing the count with the referee as she bounced off the ropes once more and slammed her knee into Steph’s jaw on the return that brought the Californian all the way to her feet, albeit on spaghetti legs. Before the challenger can recuperate at all, Harmony yanks her downwards by the head and into a small package pinning combination, Steph kicking her legs desperately as the situation dawns on her.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!
Phelps calls for the three count as Harmony’s long legs manage to exert enough leverage to keep the powerhouse tied up for just long enough; Steph forcing her escape a second too late.
John: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the second fall…HARMONY!!!
Mark: And after all those shots to the head and a teeth rattling knee to the jaw, Harmony surprise Stefano with a small package to tie the match - one fall a piece.
Ryan: Sudden death now Mark and this might come down to whichever wrestler makes a mistake first.
Stephanie comes to her feet and argues with the referee, accusing him of a fast count and forcing Phelps onto the back foot. Meanwhile Harmony has rolled out of the ring and is taking a drink from a bottle of water as one of the ringside EMTs cleans the blood from her head and smears a thin layer of vaseline over the cut just as the designated rest period comes to an end. Phelps starts the count on Harmony on the outside as Steph glares at her from a neutral corner, Harmony meeting her stare as she climbs the ring steps and enters the ring through the ropes.
Ryan: Harmony showing her veteran experience there. She didn’t waste anytime after scoring the pinfall. Went right outside and made the most of the time she had to get the doctor to stem the bleeding from the cut on her head.
Mark: The crowd is getting louder and louder here as we head into the final fall. And Steph is seething right now. She looks like she wants to take Harmony’s head clean off her shoulders.
As soon as Harmony is in the ring, Stefano charges towards her only for Harmony to side step her this time. The woman from Berkeley stops herself before she hits the turnbuckles but that only allows Harmony to hook her arms from behind and drop to her knees as she attempts a backslide pin.
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Two…
Mark: Two count off the backslide pin and Stefano almost made a critical mistake right there.
Ryan: If she doesn’t get herself back under control and cool down that hot head of hers, she’s going to hand a successful defence to her opponent here.
Steph kicks out and rolls back to her feet and attempts to catch the Defiance Champion with a throat thrust only for Harmony to weave out of the way of the blow and counter with a knee into her opponent’s midriff. A second knee follows as she pushes Stefano back up against the ring ropes and looks to Irish whip her across the ring only for the American to apply the brakes and send Harmony for the ride instead. As Harmony returns she gets scooped up into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, Stephanie staying down on one knee as she delivers the move and looks to target the cut on her opponent’s head once more, driving her knuckles into her head. Phelps uses the count as she orders her to let the Defiance Champion back to her feet and Stefano looks to oblige as she pulls Harmony up to her feet by her hair and keeps hold of it as she uses it to toss her across the ring.
Mark: And this one swings back the other way as Stephanie Stefano looks to re-exert control over this match in a big way.
Ryan: More of that backbreaker based offence and for everyone wondering what it’s like, it’s like having a really bad back. Just cause you a lot of pain no matter what it is you try to do.
Harmony quickly pulls herself upright in the corner using the ring ropes and instantly finds Stephanie on top of her as she gets a running knee into her gut. Another three knees follow as the English wrestler gets pinned back into the corner only to be pulled out as she doubles up and lifted into a vertical suplex position. Stefano holds her vertical for a moment then drops her face first into the mat in front of the corner. The Witch of Wall Street moves towards the corner and quickly pushes up onto the middle rope before falling forward into an elbow drop right into the small of Harmony’s spine. Rolling her over, Stefano makes the cover and hooks the leg.
Ryan: Every single move targeted at her back and spine. It’s like a dissection and it’s a strategy that has got her this far. You might as well dance with the girl that brought you right?
Mark: Proven to be incredibly successful for Stefano and she’s got the pinfall here...
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...TH-
Mark: ...Just the two count but that kick out is going to take a further toll on Harmony’s back, I’m sure of it.
Harmony kicks out and once more finds herself scooped up off her feet and onto Stephanie’s shoulder who moves towards the ropes and hefts the smaller woman upwards into a modified snake eyes as she drops her stomach first onto the top rope. The SVW Defiance Champion hangs over the top rope, holding her gut as she did so and before she could find her way back into the ring her foe started to shake the rope, bouncing her up and down on it for a couple of seconds before she pitched forward and landed on the ring apron.
Ryan: There’s absolutely no wasted motion in Stefano’s offence at the moment. Everything is being done with a purpose behind it and that can make it exceedingly tough for your opponent to find a way back in.
Mark: And if I’m Harmony the last place I want to be is outside the ring with Stephanie Stefano - we saw earlier that she’s happy to use anything that she can to her advantage.
Stepping through the ropes Stefano reached down and pulled the Champion up right, hooking her head as she forced her down the apron towards one of the corners with a couple of closed fists to the Champion’s side for good measure. As they got there, Steph lifted her upwards once more and dropped her into the ring apron with a vertical suplex. Rolling off the apron, the challenger landed on her feet and delivered forearms to her chest as she moved her around so that her head is hanging off the edge of the ring. Stefano climbs back up onto the ring apron and measures Harmony before she left her feet and came crashing down with a leg drop….landing on the floor painfully as Harmony rolled her head out of the way and managed to get her body back into the ring. Phelps checked the English woman as she rolled away from the ropes and the official started the countout.
Ryan: There’s a lot less give out there on the apron than in the middle of the ring and that suplex’ll have set Harmony’s back on fire.
Mark: And there’s even less give out on the floor!!! Steph could have broken her coxis after that leg drop!!! Huge opening for the Defiance Champion but she doesn’t appear to be in any position to make the most of it.
Harmony came to her feet on the neutral side of the ring as Steph began to rise on the outside and the English woman ran across the ring and delivered a baseball slide right into her face. Stephanie falls into the crowd barrier and starts to step away from it only for Harmony to lower her shoulder, driving it into her gut and forcing her back first into guard rail. Another two shoulder thrusts follow before Harmony pulls Stefano away and delivers a snap suplex on the floor. Steph holds her back in pain as she rolls and tries to push up to her feet only for Harmony to hook her head and this time fall backwards into a DDT.
Mark: Now Harmony is going after Steph on the outside and she’s not holding back in the slightest. This is something we’d usually see from the Londoner.
Ryan: This is what hatred will do to you Mark. Harmony doesn’t care what shape Stephanie’s in when this match finishes; she only cares about leaving her with the win and the gold.
Phelps orders her to bring it back into the ring as she gets to her feet and Harmony rolls under the bottom rope and back out again to restart the count as Steph begins to use the ring surround to try and get to her feet. Harmony helps her the rest of her way to her feet and is about to slide her into the ring when Stephanie surprises her, grabbing her wrist and Irish whipping her into the ring post causing Harmony to hit the steel face first.
Mark: Desperation from Steph. Harmony was in control and she had to do something to stop it!
Ryan: Harmony’s had her bell rung there Mark and these two are just going back and forth. These fans are loving it.
Harmony manages to stay on her feet and staggers backwards, Stefano grabbing hold of the back of her opponent’s head, rolls her back into the ring underneath the bottom rope and follows in behind her. Harmony gets to her feet and finds the Californian launching herself towards her, catching her in the jaw with a flying forearm, knocking Harmony back to the floor. Quickly the Defiance Champion began to rise only for her foe to stalk around behind her and quickly lock in a Full Nelson that she transitions through into a backbreaker. Not wasting a second, the Witch of Wall Street brings her upwards onto her shoulders and drops down to her knees for the Argentine backbreaker. She drops her onto the canvas and Stephanie makes the cover on the Champion.
Ryan: Pound for pound, Stefano is one of the strongest women in the company and she’s proving it in the way she’s manhandling her opponent. And it’s got her another pin attempt here.
One…
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...THRE-
Mark: Close!! But Harmony keeps this match alive. She’s got to do something to turn this around though!
Harmony rolls the shoulder to keep the match alive and gets pulled up to her feet as Stephanie glares a hole through Billy Phelps as she irish whips her foe into the corner. The Londoner lets out a cry of agony as her back hits the turnbuckle pads, spurring Stephanie on as she sprints in behind her and connects with a stinger splash, crushing Harmony in the corner. Steph lands on her feet and lifts Harmony up onto her shoulders as the woman staggers forward before hopping into the air as she tries to put a little extra venom into the Samoan Drop. Leaning backwards the Challenger hooks the leg and makes the cover.
Mark: Big time Samoan Drop from the challenger!!
One…
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...THREE!!!!NO!!!!
Ryan: ALMOST!!! The Fat Woman is definitely warming up in the back.
Harmony’s shoulder pops up a heartbeat before Phelps can complete the three count causing the Witch of Wall Street to look at him in total shock before almost demanding the three count from him. Billy Phelps confirms the two count to her causing her to rise up to her feet and advance wordlessly on him. Phelps again confirms the two count before she turns back towards Harmony. As the English woman makes it to all fours Steph deliver four quick kicks into her ribs before she pulls her up and sets of for a running scoop powerslam. Harmony though manages to slip out of the back before the move is delivered and as Stefano turns to face the Challenger gets a mouthful of boot thanks to a standing dropkick. Hitting the mat, Stefano rolls over and onto her feet beating Harmony to a vertical base and pulls her to her feet only to walk her over to the corner and attempt to send her face first into the turnbuckles. Harmony blocks the move by putting her foot up on the middle turnbuckle and fires off an elbow into her gut. As the Californian releases Harmony, the English woman decides turnabout is fairplay and takes Steph by the back of the head, ramming her head four times in quick succession into the turnbuckle pad.
Mark: Stephanie wasted a couple of moments on the referee and gave Harmony a few precious seconds of recovery and now she’s being made to pay for it!!
Ryan: Harmony with even more head shots to her opponent after her earlier onslaught; she’s gotta be hoping these disorient her foe.
Stefano staggers away as her head hits for the fourth time only for Harmony to light up her chest with knife edge chops, backing her into the ring ropes before she fires them off and catches her with a big boot to her face. Stefano hits the canvas and Harmony leaves her feet to hit a double knee drop into Steph’s chest. She reaches back, hooking the leg and making the cover.
Ryan: Harmony using those long legs of hers to maximum advantage here. This pinfall gives her another couple of moments of recovery after what has been a pretty punishing match thus far.
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...THRE-
Mark: A couple of coats of paint away from a retention there!!
Steph kicks out of the pinfall holding her ribs in pain and rolls onto her side only for Harmony to take full advantage, wrapping her long legs around her opponent’s waist for a bodyscissors combined with a sleeper hold. Steph tries to reach for the ropes, finding them well out of reach and lets out a cry of pain due to the pressure being exerted on her ribs by the Champion’s legs. Refusing to give up, Steph tries to drag her way over towards the ropes only to find herself flagging before she can get close. With her last gasp of effort, Stefano rolls Harmony onto her back and despite the tightly locked in body scissors bridges upwards, pinning the Champion’s shoulders to the canvas. Phelps checks and begins to count the pinfall.
Ryan: Harmony stopping Stephanie from drawing breathe here and also cutting off blood supply to her head. This is doing a lot more damage to the challenger than it is to the champion.
Mark: A good counter to the body scissors from the Witch of Wall Street and her fans have to be hoping that’s taken too much toll.
One…
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...THR-
Harmony releases the sleeper hold and the body scissors and rolls away before the three count. Coming to her feet in the corner, Harmony screams at Stephanie as she waves her upright and as soon as Stephanie gets her feet underneath her Harmony charges at her and connects with a vicious spear right into her middle. Quickly Harmony gets to her feet as Stefano cradles her ribs and begins to stomp away at her middle. As Phelps tries to get her to back off, Harmony stoops down and scoops Stefano up off the canvas only to drop her gut first into her bent knee. Rolling her back to the mat, Harmony heads to the ropes and launches herself into the air and the Quebrada, crashing down on her opponent’s chest and hooking both legs as she makes another cover.
Mark: Harmony’s rolling once more!! Could the Quebrada be the move that halts Stefano’s challenge tonight?!?
Ryan: It was perfectly executed and Harmony landed it absolutely perfectly! She’s making it as tough as possible for the challenger to kick out too!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!! NO!!!!
The Witch of Wall Street manages to break the count by rolling her shoulder before Phelps can bring his hand down for the third time. Harmony looks crestfallen as she holds up three fingers, almost pleading with Phelps for the three count but only getting the two count confirmed instead. The Defiance Champion holds her head in one hand as she sits on the mat. Stephanie rolls away onto her hands and knees, holding her ribs as she started to come to her feet only to get pulled into cinch by Harmony who peppers her chest with raised knees before she looks to lift her up into the Acciaccatura gory bomb position only for Stefano to begin to try and fight her way out of it, squirming to make it impossible to hold her as she countered the move into a sunset flip.
Mark: ACCIACCATURA!!!!NO!!!!!! Countered!! Harmony’s being pinned and Steph could be about to steal the Defiance Championship!!!
One…
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...THRE-
Ryan: The Witch of Wall Street had that move scouted! Harmony’s beaten so many people with it and Steph knew it was coming at some point!!
Harmony kicked out, rolling to her feet and charged at the rising Steph Stefano only for the Californian to pop up to her feet, catching Harmony underneath the armpits and before connecting with a stiff mid air lariat. Harmony lands hard on her back in absolute agony following the Debt Collector and looks to come back to her feet. As she does so the Backbreaker Aficionado leaves her feet and hits Harmony with the backstabber. Harmony flops to the mat holding her back in absolute agony and Stephanie once more makes the cover, hooking both legs.
Ryan: What a backstabber!!! Stephanie’s brought out the heavy artillery now and I’m calling it - New Champion!!
One…
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...THRE-
Mark: Not so fast Ryan! Harmony’s not done quite yet and we’re seeing why she’s a Champion - she’s as tough as they come!
Again Harmony manages to roll her shoulder to break the pin, rolling onto her front and holding her back, kicking her feet in agony. Stefano sees the two count being held up by Phelps and lets out a scream of frustration before she rolled away and pulled herself up to her feet, letting out another loud, crazed scream as she pulled at her hair and pointed towards Harmony before she began to wave her upward. Slowly Harmony pushed up to her hands and knees prompting her Challenger to sprint forward with a punt kick to Harmony’s head...that gets air as the Londoner pulls her head out of the way at the last second. As Stephano turns around, Harmony - still on her knees - grabs hold of her leg and sends her down to the canvas with a dragon screw leg whip. Keeping hold of her nemesis by the ankle, Harmony rises to her feet, driving a boot into Stephanie’s lower abdomen and quickly twists her leg around and drops down to apply the figure four leglock. She makes she has it locked in tightly before she bridges upwards to turn it into the Fermata. Phelps gets into position and asks the Californian if she wishes to quit getting a definite no from her as she tries in vain to roll over in the hold. As she realises how futile that is given Harmony’s position, Stefano begins to drag herself to the ropes with agony etched on her face.
Mark: FERMATA!!! Harmony has it locked in tight right in the middle of the ring!! Stephanie’s in major trouble here!!
Ryan: She’s fighting for the ropes but she’s a long way away from them here! She might have no option except to quit!
Slowly the Witch of Wall Street inches her away across the ring, Harmony doing everything she can to dig her heels in and make it as difficult as possible for her opponent while keeping the hold locked in just as tightly. The earlier attacks on Harmony’s backs finally take their toll, causing her too lose the bridge but she keeps the hold locked in, pulling back further on Stefano’s leg, pushing upwards on her hands instead to increase the pressure on the hold. Absolutely agony was painted over the American wrestlers face as she reached first for the ropes and then towards her manager, Christian Kincaid, who urged her to keep going telling her that she was that close. Stephanie made one more effort to get to ropes, only for her to only just be able to brush them with her fingertips at full stretch and finally starts to tap out on the mat; Harmony keeping the hold locked in till she hears the bell ring.
Mark: Stefano’s tapping!!! Harmony’s retaining the title here!!!
Ryan: But Phelps doesn’t see it!! He’s the only one out of the twenty thousand people in this arena that DOESN’T see it!!
…
...Except it never comes as moments before she begins to hit the mat, Christian Kincaid jumps up on the apron and Phelps goes to intercept him. As the manager argues for the ring break he manages to throw the day’s edition of the Wall Street News into the ring. As Phelps orders Christian down off the ring apron, Stephanie’s tapping hand finds the newspaper, gathering it up with her fingers as she realises what it is and forces herself to sit up and jabs the hidden lead pipe into the cut on Harmony’s forehead. It’s enough to get the pressure on her legs released and allow Stephanie to roll onto her knees and this time swings the pipe properly, catching her in the side of the head. The English wrestler falls back to the mat as Stephanie throws the pipe out of the ring and crawls into a pin, grabbing and hooking one leg on the way past and Kincaid spins the referee around before he drops to the floor. Phelps dives into position and starts the count.
Mark: WALL STREET BLUES!!! Steph Stefano and that lead pipe is going to see her take home the SVW Defiance Championship!!!
Ryan: That damnable lead pipe!!! The title’s getting stolen here!!
One…
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...THREE!!!
Phelps calls for the bell as Stephanie rolls out of the pinfall and to the ropes, using them to drag herself to her feet.
John: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the third fall and NEW SVW DEFIANCE CHAMPION…”THE” STEPHANIE STEFANO!!!
Mark: We’ve crowned a new Defiance Champion here tonight!! Stephanie Stefano long chase for the title ends in victory here tonight!!!
Ryan: Harmony was a fighting champion and put up a hugely impressive performance here in Raleigh but she simply couldn’t overcome that lead pipe and that proved to be the difference maker.
Christian Kincaid grabs the Defiance Championship from the timekeeper and heads into the ring, helping Stephanie the rest of the way to her feet and both him and Billy Phelps raise her hands in the air as Steph holds the title against her waist. Harmony rolls away, holding the side of her head and Stefano raises her title above her head while the arena boo and jeer her before the show cuts elsewhere.
Not Much To Say, Dex
Dexter McKenna is shown wandering backstage as he finds his way into the locker room of Defy, as the masked man sits on a bench with his head down before Dexter takes a seat beside him.
Dexter: Defy, if this isn’t a good time, just let me know and I’ll leave.
The masked man glances over to him, though he doesn’t offer much of an answer to Dexter’s offer before he looks back down to the floor. He’s still in his ring gear.
Dexter: Earlier tonight, you were defeated by Andrew Moore, a man who has denigrated your girlfriend and attacked you as well in recent weeks. How are you feeling?
The masked man doesn’t look at him for a moment, but does finally cast a gaze in his direction though his face is that of a somber one. But still no answer was forthcoming.
Dexter: I can see this match has troubled you, but you still have the Midas Touch tag team match to come with your partner, Amelia Realm.
Defy nods his head, a very faint smile forming on his face as he looks to Dexter, and finally speaks to him.
Defy: That’s right, Mr. McKenna. I have the honor and privilege of joining forces with Miss Realm, and I will promise to give her everything I have in me for our battle royal tonight.
Dexter: Of course. Anything you want to say about the other match tonight though with Andrew Moore?
Defy: …….We’re not done.
Before Dexter could ask another question, the masked wrestler rose to his feet and walked away. From there, we cut back to a commercial for Extreme Prejudice.
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(Part One)
John: The following contest is the MIDAS TOUCH TAG TEAM BATTLE ROYALE! The match will start with two teams in the ring and a new team will enter every 90 seconds. Teams are eliminated when one member is thrown over the top rope and down to the floor. The last team standing will earn a contract for a match with the tag team champions any time they want!
Wolf: Oh boy! I’ve been waiting for this one. This was a hell of a match last year and this year I don’t think will be any different. With me as a guest for this match is a man who knows quite a bit about tag team wrestling, former SVW Tag Team Champion, Christian Kincaid!
CK: I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Wolf. Tag team wrestling is probably my favorite form of all, and well I’ll be honest...I do have a personal interest in who comes out on top here.
John: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the team that drew number ONE!
A synthetic bumping noise fills the arena as the house lights dim a little, quickly being replaced by rainbow-coloured strobe lighting. The bumping is replaced by a shaking, and a series of other noises as The Edge of Glory builds.
John: At a combined weight of 287 pounds, they are, Erica Horton and Valerie Lamb, Queens of the Modern Age!
Finally, the lyrics hit and dry ice creeps up, coming about half an inch high. From the curtain steps first Erica, soon followed by Valerie. The pair raise their arms to the crowd, acknowledging their cheers. They split, one to an edge of the stage, hyping the crowd. They meet in the middle, and begin their walk to the ring. Val runs ahead while Erica walks, slapping hands with the fans. Val makes the ring first, and sits on the ropes to let Erica in, who follows suit. The pair then take to corners, ascending the turnbuckles and posing in various forms before dropping down and meeting in their corner, discussing the match as The Edge of Glory fades out.
Wolf: And we have the current version of the Queens of the Modern Age coming in at number one! They have a hell of a mountain to climb, but both Erica and Val have been at the top of tag divisions before and if any team has the energy to last all the way to the end, it’s these two!
CK: Bad draw for the Queens. Going in, I’d have put them as heavy favorites, but the draw makes such a big difference in battle royals. They now have to outlast every single team, and that’s going to be a tall order. Not saying they can’t, but the odds don’t favor them.
John: And the team that drew number TWO!
The lights go out as if a sudden blackout has struck the arena. And then a booming voice announces...
DON'T STOP THE PARTY!!!
As the binary beat from "Don't Stop the Party" kicks in, light strobes of all colors flash around the arena, turning it into a big rave. That's when the Finnish DJ Reiha Laine walks through the entrance gate, tipping her fedora hat, ignoring the fans boos completely as she struts her way down the aisle to the ring.
She stops right before the ring and looks back behind her as her music fades out.
“Attitude City” plays over the PA system, a mist forms at the stage top. Once the lyrics start, Joe rises to the stage from an elevating platform, his back to the crowd as his trenchcoat shows blinking orange lights that spell “FUN TIMES” on the back. Once he's fully risen, Joe pivots to face the crowd, hyping them up before heading forwards. He is walking more slowly this time, favoring the parts of his body that took the worst beatings in his strap match earlier. He still makes an effort to hype the fans before joining his girlfriend. The two get in the ring and the music dies down.
John: The team of DJ Reiha Lane and Joe Ragnal….HARD! BEATZ!
Wolf: And if the Queens had a bad draw, Hard Beatz has it WORSE! Joe went through hell earlier in a damn strap match. I can’t imagine the idea of making it through this whole thing is sitting well with him.
CK: Yeah, I’m with you there. He’s barely had what...a half hour maybe...to get himself ready for this match after he and Emma whipped each other into oblivion. I think his girlfriend may have to do the heavy lifting, so to speak, here.
The ref gets out of the ring and calls for the bell and the Queens explode out of their corner. Joe isn’t fast enough to deal with the explosiveness and Valerie nails him with a leaping forearm to the face. Erica tries the same on Reiha but the fresh Lane is fast enough to dodge and as Erica turns around she kicks her and DDTs her into the mat right away! Lane pops back up and turns to Valerie, who has also turned her attention to the Finnish DJ. They lock up and Lamb gets the advantage, putting in a headlock. Reiha tries to push the former FFW Champ into the ropes, but Val keeps the headlock on...until she gets nailed by a shoulder block from behind by Joe! Val breaks the hold and Reiha backs away as Joe lifts Val up from behind and hits a back body drop. Ragnal gets back up right away...only for Erica to hit him with a running kick to the side of the head that knocks him right back to the mat!
Wolf: And the nature of tornado rules being what they are, these matches are always chaotic as hell. Imagine what it will be like with numerous teams in the ring later!
CK: If I’m either one of these teams, I’m eliminating as soon as possible. The most ideal situation either can hope for is they can keep it team versus team throughout with only two in at a time. But like I say, that’s ideal...and not very likely. I think Joe made a mistake signing up for this match on the same night as his match with Emma.
Erica goes over to Reiha and chops her across the chest in the corner, then she follows up with another, and then another, and then suddenly Erica drops on all fours as Val runs at her and uses Erica’s back to launch herself into a body press in the corner on the DJ! Val bounces off her and steps back as Reiha faceplants to the mat. Erica is smiling at the fallen Lane, but Joe grabs her from behind and throws her into the ropes before catching her with a big back body drop! Erica lands hard and Joe grabs his side in pain, but has a smile on his face...but only until Valerie kicks him in the back! Ragnal arches his back and shouts in pain, dropping to his knees and Val gets in position to kick him in the front as he gets back up, but Reiha saves her boyfriend with a double axe handle to Lamb’s back. Lane spins Val around and forearms her before delivering a chop of her own. Joe gets back up and spins Val around, locking her in a front facelock. Reiha gets in on the action and the set up a double suplex, lifting Val up and slamming her down together!
Wolf: Double team action from Hard Beatz and Val’s back is worse for wear because of that suplex.
CK: Kinda surprising me a little. I suspected the more seasoned team of these two would be dominant, but Joe and Reiha are working damn well together for only having had one tag match to their credit.
Erica and Reiha are getting up first in the ring, Joe taking a breather on the mat and Val hurting from the double team, when suddenly…
THREE...TWO...ONE….
BZZZZZZZZZZZTT!!!!
"Apex Predator" begins to blare over the pa system as the lights dim and smoke begins to form on the ramp. Red strobe lights begin to pulsate around the arena as Echo appears first and on each side was Pain and Hollow, the two 'children' of Echo look at her before Echo points them down to the ring. Pain and Hollow make their way to the ring and slide in quickly, going after the two standing women in the ring. Pain goes after Erica and Hollow hits Reiha with some right hand shots.
Wolf: Well, this should be interesting...The Children have arrived in SVW and they are not wasting time trying to inflict pain.
CK: The Children may be the wild card team for this. No one’s seen them in the ring, no one knows what to expect. But I’d say the other two teams are getting a good idea.
Pain throws Erica into the corner and follows up by running at her and running a boot across Horton’s jaw from the side, knocking the blonde silly. Hollow gets Reiha up in a suplex position...before letting her down hard and flipping her back down before finishing with a rock bottom! Pain and Hollow go to the middle of the ring and stare at each other for a second disturbingly, and then Hollow flips her hair back before both wrestlers stare into the crowd.
Wolf: Well holy shit! The Children have come in and immediately laid waste to the field! Talk about making a fast impact!
Pain goes and lifts Valerie back up to her feet before locking her in a straightjacket DDT and slamming her head into the ground viciously. Joe Ragnal is getting up and Hollow kicks him in the head hard. He falls back against the ropes and both of the Children start to lift him up and try to get him over the top rope. Joe fights back but the Children are winning. Joe grabs onto the top rope to stay alive. Joe then manages to kick Pain in the head which gives him the room to let go and unleash a few fast fists into Hollow. Both Children back off and Joe gets back on his feet to a pop from the crowd! Joe nails Pain with a 360 clothesline and turns to Hollow, but the unorthodox fighter ducks Joe’s shot by leaning back and then comes in to kick him right in his injured side. Joe doubles over and Hollow grabs him and tosses him over the top rope. Joe grabs onto the top rope to stay alive!
CK: Look at Joe still hanging in there. You know I used to think he was an idiot, but he’s a tough idiot at least. He has damn good resolve!
Wolf: Tough is right! Joe Ragnal may be a lot of things but the sheer fact the man is moving around the way he is impressive at this point. That said, the way the Children have been dominating, I don’t know how much longer he has left...
Reiha comes in to go after Hollow but Pain cuts her off with a spear! Hollow superkicks Joe as he gets up on the apron and the Innovator of Fun falls back and drops to the floor!
John: HARD BEATZ HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Wolf:...and apparently it wasn’t long after all. Gutsy performance still. Just a really tough draw for Joe and Reiha.
The fans boos The Children, but they pay no attention, instead turning to go after the Queens. Erica is helping Val up to her feet as the two debuting stars pounce on them. Erica and Val are at a disadvantage but fight back scrappily to the fans’ delight. And then the fans start counting down as the fight continues.
THREE...TWO...ONE…
BZZZZZZZZZZZTT!!!!
CK: As soon as they get rid of one team, another comes out almost like clockwork! And with the way the Children are going, I’m starting to feel bad for whoever’s next.
“This is the last time that you'll ever see us
After this you're gonna go blind
This is the last time that there will be a last time
After this nothing will run
Cuz I'm the LAAASSST HERO! I'm your ooonnly HOPE!
And you got a lot to fear, but as long as I'm here-oh
I could be your HERO!”
“The Last Hero” by XV plays out over the speakers and as the rap verse kicks in Anders Stark walks out onto the stage dressed in his black and blue ring trunks and a matching vest. Then he motions to the entrance and out walks “Killer C” Caroline Stark to a HUGE pop from the crowd. She’s dressed in matching blue and black ring gear to her husband. The Starks play to the crowd for a second more before walking down to the ring. Anders looks a bit hurt from his earlier match with Gilray but he’s steadfast. Killer C and Anders get in the ring and go after Val who’s tangling with Pain.
Wolf: Anders has had quite a bit more time than Joe to recover, so he should be better off, and now the SVW Nation will see Caroline Stark in an SVW ring for the first time!
CK: Absolutely, not often you see a husband and wife team together in SVW. I think the Mackenzies were the last ones here, but these two….I believe they can do it!
Caroline grabs Val from behind and German suplexes her over her head, slamming the redhead into the mat. Anders dropkicks Pain to knock her down and get her out of the way. Anders kips back up to his feet with a pop from the crowd and C keeps her arms wrapped around Val a bit longer as she drags her up. She forces Val to face her husband and Anders kicks Lamb with a superkick before C throws her back with a release German suplex this time, dropping the Queen of the Modern Age on her head! C gets back up and the fans are cheering. The Starks smile at each other and the crowd cheers...but then boo very quickly as Pain and Hollow attack the self-proclaimed “Last Heroes” from behind. The Children dispose of Anders quickly with a stereo superkick that knocks him dead. The duo have to double team the fresher Caroline for a bit though before they can each get an arm across her chest and then lift her up into a double backbreaker over their knees!
Wolf:And The Children again dominating even the fresh team of Anders and Caroline! I’d say they are making a serious impression tonight!
CK: I don’t know where they found these two, but they are doing some serious damage. It also helps no one has been able to scout them, the unknown quantity of this match is proving to be very effective.
The Children continue stomping on Killer C until Erica comes from behind and axe handles Pain on the back. Pain turns her attention to Horton and Erica tries to front kick her but Pain catches it. She throws Erica’s leg around and quickly wraps her arms around Horton’s back like she’s going for a German suplex...but Anders is up again and her wraps his arms around Pain’s back and pulls her away before suplexing her instead! Anders gets back up, but before he can go save his wife from the other twisted child of Echo, Erica catches him in the back of the head with a roundhouse kick! Anders falls to the mat and is hurting.
Wolf: Well Anders finally solved the problem of the Children, just to run into the problem of Erica Horton instead!
CK: I have a feeling the Queens could be a problem all night. They have more team experience together than any other team in this match. Training and all that is fine, but there’s no substitution for being in actual matches with your partner. And the Queens have that in spades.
Val is back up again and Erica helps her. The Queens go after Hollow, who has Caroline in the corner. Erica knees her in the back and Val grabs her into a full nelson, exposing Hollow’s midsection. Erica lets out a flurry of strikes to the blue haired wrestler until Val lifts her up into a full nelson atomic drop! Hollow falls down and the Queens are back up as C is trying to make her way out of the corner, but they stop her, forcing her back in and taking turns kicking her in the chest! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! The kicks continue to wear down Caroline in the corner, perhaps weakening her for an easy toss over the top ropes...until Anders comes behind and clotheslines Erica hard enough that she goes over the top rope! ...but she hangs on and lands on the apron. Anders turns to Val and the two trade blows with neither getting an advantage until C wakes up and helps her husband by kicking Lamb in the gut. Anders and C pull Val away from the corner and hit her with a double DDT in the middle of the ring. Just then, the crowd starts counting.
THREE…TWO….ONE
BZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!
The ripping opening riff of Gary Glitter's classic hit “Do You Want to Touch Me?” covered by the Blackhearts and Joan Jett blasts out of the PA system and we see a oiled up Rex walking out dressed in distinctly different purple and gold wrestling tights for the former SVW Champ. His tag partner and girlfriend “Hurricane” Cara Stone comes out behind him. She’s a bit slower than normal due to her title match earlier in the evening, but she still has pep in her step. After the two look at each other for a minute, Cara jumps up and Rex CATCHES her in his arms! Cara moves her legs up and down all giddy like as Rex holds her and carries her down to the ring.
Wolf: Well...this could interesting real fast! Pretty much the whole reason Cara and Rex are even in this match is because Anders set Cara alight by joining with a different partner. That said, championship teams have been born of stranger circumstances in the past, so…
CK: This is definitely the pairing I wanted to see most of all in this, how these two teams get along...or don’t. You can feel the tension right now in this arena!
Meanwhile, Anders and Caroline are shaking their heads at each other watching this display in the ring...until the Children attack from behind and knock them both down! Pain grabs Caroline and gives her a spinebuster as she turns her around before getting up and helping Hollow lay strikes into Anders. Cara and Rex get in the ring to help Anders and they go after The Children. Rex picks up Hollow and basically THROWS her across the ring before running after her to stay on the attack. Cara delivers a spin kick that knocks Pain back and Anders gets up to hit her with a follow up forearm. Suddenly, Anders and Cara are double teaming Pain with forearm strikes, working together. The team that would be Stark and Stone stagger Pain back until Anders kicks her in the gut and locks her in a double underhook before lifting her into a powerbomb...where Cara jumps up and hits a lungblower on Pain’s back to deliver THE MAGIC! The fans pop for Stark and Stone’s classic tag team finisher as Pain hurts on the ground. Anders and Cara get up to a big pop from the crowd!
Wolf: Ok, unless I missed something, I am pretty sure Stark and Stone is NOT an official entry in this match! I guess...old habits die hard?
CK: That may be the best way to put it! You know the crazy thing is if those two teams work together, they could run this match! I don’t think it’ll happen, but….
Meanwhile, Rex whips Hollow from the other side of the ring at Anders, but Stark catches her and gets down before pushing her WAY up into the air, right in front of Cara! Cara nails Hollow with a superkick as she falls down from the sky to ANOTHER big pop from the crowd! Anders and Cara get some more cheers...and we can see their respective tag partners standing next to each other near the ropes, watching this with some bemusement on their faces. Anders and Cara see Caroline and Rex, both with their arms crossed over their chests.
CK: Well yeah…..Caroline and Rex both put a little put out here. And no matter what happens, I think Anders may end up in more trouble than Rex here when it’s time to go home tonight!
Wolf: Rex is more forgiving that Ms. Stark, or it seems more likely he is, but either way, you don’t want discord on your team in the middle of this match!
Anders says something across the ring, maybe trying to excuse his falling into old habits. Rex and C shake their heads each and Anders turns to Cara for support...and she superkicks him in the face! Anders falls like a sack of bricks and Cara smiles and shrugs to the audience. Caroline takes the chance to catch Rex off guard and spin him around before delivering an IMPRESSIVE belly to belly suplex on the larger man that sends him near the ring corner. C gets back up and runs after Stone before as Cara was trying to lift Stark back up. Caroline CLOCKS Cara with a running kick to head as she’s bent over. C immediately lifts Anders up...only for Val and Erica to suddenly re-emerge and take both down with stereo dropkicks! And the crowd is counting down again!
Wolf: Welp, so much for your hope of working together. Cara got her payback on Anders for joining this without her, but C gave her a receipt and now we have a somewhat rested Queens making their presence known again!
CK: No kidding, I may rescind my original idea about them not lasting long at this rate. The Queens are continuing to prove why they were nearly record-breaking tag champions in SVW not that long ago...granted with different members at the time.
THREE…TWO…ONE
BZZZZZZZZZZTTTT!!!!!
“HE WHO WALKS THE FIRE BREATHES!”
Trivium’s Kirisute Gomen blasts over the PA system, drowning the arena in noise and the lights 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. They look at each other, nod and immediately start running to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and jetting for the Queens who had just gotten back up.
CK: Blood & Flames are no joking matter. These two are one of the few teams to have hung a loss on the BSX since they arrived, and they have a hell of an entry point.
Wolf: Blood and Flames is a dangerous team under any circumstance, and now that they’ve apparently joined forces with the Worthy I can’t imagine it’s going to quell their bloodlust any.
Blood and Flames make quick work taking down the Queens with chops, kicks and elbows. As the Queens falls down. Blood and Flames suddenly, very purposefully it seems, grab Cara Stone and lift her up. Fuma lifts Cara as if going for a suplex, but then lets her fall forward so that Arisu can kick her in the gut violently as she falls down to the mat! The two lift Cara again, but this time Rex stops them, laying fists into both back and forth until suddenly Fuma SPEWS yellow mist into his face! Rex shouts and tries to wipe it off, but Arisu does a sweep kick, taking him off his feet as he’s blinded!
Wolf: Arisu and Fuma seem to have a specific target in mind. Cara already had her share of Giocare and the Worthy earlier tonight but it seems the target is ever on her back and her boyfriend is getting collateral damage thanks to that yellow mist!
CK: The Worthy almost have a hive mind, they kinda remind me of the Borg in a lot of ways. But it’s clear they just do the bidding of the Game Changer in all things, like it’s their messiah.
Meanwhile, The Children have recovered and they are attacking the Queens on the other side of the ring Pain and Hollow trade blows on Valerie and try to toss her out of the ring...but Val skins the cat and stays in. The Children try their luck on Erica now, grabbing her and throwing her AT Valerie, but Lamb dodges and Horton skins the cat as well! Both Queens are on the apron and The Children see their opportunity so they take it. They run at the Queens, trying to shoulder block them but the Queens both step aside and kick The Children in the head as they come through the ropes! Pain and Hollow get back in the ring, holding their heads, but then Val and Erica reach out and grab them before suplexing each of them over the top rope and to the outside of the ring!
John: THE CHILDREN HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
Wolf: That’s a clear display of what experience means in a match like this! The Children are physically dominant but they were basically outsmarted by the ring veterans in that exchange!
CK: Something tells me that Pain & Hollow may come looking for a receipt in the days to come against the Queens.
Big pop for the Queens who smile and high five each other as they get back in the ring. Blood and Flames are beating on Rex and Cara still, but Caroline and Anders are good to go and Anders goes after Fuma while C takes Arisu. Anders exchanges some blows and goes for a spinning forearm but Fuma ducks and instead lifts Anders up from behind in a back body drop. C is trading kicks with Arisu until she pulls her into a headlock, but Danielle reaches up and rakes C’s eyes to break the hold. Caroline stumbles into a T-bone suplex from Mitsuhide after that! Blood and Flames look like they’re about to go to town on Cara and Rex again, who are starting to get up, but the Queens stop that, going after the distracted Japanese stars. Val grabs Danielle and hits her with a Russian Leg Sweep, and Erica delivers a front kick to Fuma’s face that knocks him back into the ropes. The Queens turn to take on the exposed Rex and Cara, but Rex and Cara both explode to their feet! Cara jumps up and hurricanranas Erica while Rex kicks Val in the gut and whips her towards the near ropes, tossing her over the top very strongly...both Val and Erica fall forward and go over the top rope, falling to the outside!!!!
John: THE QUEENS OF THE MODERN AGE HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
Wolf: Cara and Rex were playing possum! The Queens should have let Fuma and Arisu attack them but they paid the price instead!
In all the excitement the crowd hasn’t even been counting down!
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTT!!!!!
“I was born depressed, and uh I end up in one big mess and trip around it...
Trip around it...I was born jaded, I lift one finger up to display it and trip around it...
Trip around it... Trip around it...Trip around it...”
The arena goes black as the low, droning lyrics of “Born Depressed” play while the crowd gets excited for the arrival of the luchadora. On the words “Born Different” white pyros explode at the top of the ramp.
“AH, AH! BORN DIFFERENT! BORN INNOCENT! BORN PERFECT!
I’M NOT LIKE YOU, I’M A BORN LOVER! BORN LIVID AND I KNOW I’M--
I’M NOT LIKE YOU, I WAS BORN CLEVER, BORN KNOWLEDGEABLE,
BORN BETTER THAN YOUR BEST! I SWEAR I’M A BORN KILLER... BORN THRILLER!”
Amelia Realm and Defy come out from the back in matching outfits. Amelia has the most spring in her step, but both are moving well. The team pump up the crowd for another moment or so before sprinting down the ramp and sliding into the ring.
CK: Of all the teammates who have competed already tonight, Defy’s had the longest time to get himself together for this match. And what a story it’d make for them if their first tag outing resulted in the briefcases!
Wolf: Well this match seems almost tailor made for luchadors...the frenetic pace and constant chaos is exactly how they like it. The only caveat is that the top rope is a dangerous place in battle royales.
Amelia and Defy hit the ring and immediately stereo dropkick Rex and Cara, knocking them down. The luchadors bounce back to their feet and see Anders and Caroline coming to the. Amelia ducks a clothesline from Stark and bounces off the far rope before coming back with a headscissors takedown! Killer C catches Defy and puts him in a hammerlock.., but Defy uses the ropes to climb up and launch himself out of it, countering it into an arm drag as he flips over and throws Caroline away. When Stark gets up Amelia kicks her in the face! Defy and Amelia play to the crowd a bit and get some cheers, but Fuma and Arisu break up the party from behind knocking both luchadors down. Fuma picks up Defy and immediately hits a dragon suplex on him! Danielle knocks Realm to her knees before nailing a buzzsaw kick to the back of her head that knocks her lights out.
Wolf: Defy and Amelia came out rather impressively, but Blood and Flames are constantly looking for opportunities to inflict pain. You have to have your head on a swivel in this match.
CK: Neither of them have much experience in battle royals, but honestly they both have great experience in matches like Ultimate X. It’s almost the same principle, hyper awareness...just with a partner this time.
The moment that Amelia and Defy are incapacitated, Blood and Flames seem to lose interest in them and instead immediately make their way over to where Rex and Cara are standing up. They both go after Cara, kicking her repeatedly and keeping her down on the mat, taking turns striking her to keep her off balance. Triple X Rexxx will not let this stand so he goes to help spinning Danielle around and pulling her into a lariat that turns her inside out! He goes after Fuma, still pissed from that mist he took from him earlier in the night and starts laying right hands into him to the crowd’s delight. He eventually smashes a big forearm into the masked wrestler’s face that knocks him against the nearby ropes. He follows up but then suddenly from behind Anders Stark comes up and grabs both wrestlers by the legs and lifts them up over the top rope and…
They hang on!
Wolf: Anders tried to get a two-for-one there but he came away with goose egg instead!
CK: That he did, and at least one of those two guys may not hold it against him before this thing is over.
Both Fuma and Rex hang on and land on the apron. Rexxx rolls back into the ring immediately and stands up. Anders goes for a an elbow but Rex dodges and grabs him before throwing him over his head in a belly to belly suplex! Fuma is using the ropes to climb up, but he’s standing on the apron. He positions himself like he’s going to launch himself up and springboard into the ring, but when he jumps up he’s met with Cara’s boot to his face as she enziguris him from inside the ring! Fuma falls...nut grabs onto the top rope and doesn’t hit the floor! He pulls himself back up on the apron and the crowd groans. Cara stands up and is immediately met by a clothesline from Danielle, which now takes HER over the top rope! Cara grabs the ropes and stays alive, standing up on the apron next to Fuma. Rex goes to help her, free of distractions, but Arisu catches him with a kick directly between the legs! Rex shouts in pain and falls to his knees, grabbing his crotch. Cara tries to kick at Fuma on the apron and she hits him in the back. One of his hands falls off the rope and he looks in danger. Stone goes for the kill again, but Fuma leans in and sprays ANOTHER MIST in her eyes now, and this time it’s BLACK! Cara wipes at her eyes and Fuma kicks her hard enough her other hand comes loose, and then she falls to the floor. Rex rolls out of the ring and Fuma re-enters with Arisu’s help.
John: TRIPLE X REXXX and HURRICANE CARA STONE HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Wolf: BLACK MIST!! Fuma sprayed the black mist and Cara was blind! I can’t blame her for falling! Rex and Cara are out and I imagine Giocare is smiling behind his or her mask somewhere backstage.
CK: That’s the bad one too! All of them are bad, but he uses the black one when he wants to do the most damage, I’ve heard! And shock and awe, he used it with Cara!
Amelia and Defy run at Blood and Flames, jumping up and kicking each of them as the crowd starts to count down again.
THREE...TWO….ONE
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTT!!!!
“Right about now, you are about to be possessed by the sounds of MC Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock…….”
Suddenly, “It Takes Two” kicks in and Johnny Moxie and Kayden Christopher appear on top of the entrance ramp. The fans cheer (mostly, some scattered boos for Moxie remain) and the duo hype each other up a bit before going down to the ring. They slide in and immediately are greeted by Anders and Caroline Stark, who trade blows with them. Kayden gets the better of Anders by blocking a forearm and nailing a headbut...but Moxie gets one up on Killer C by sticking a thumb in her eye!
Wolf: Moxie lasted a grand total of four seconds before cheating for those of you who were taking bets.
CK: Awesome, I had a little pool going with some of the girls. I think Leona owes me $20, she had him going thirty seconds...
Kayden immediately admonishes Moxie for cheating and Moxie rolls his eyes, like they’ve been through this far too many times by now. (They have.) While the two have words with each other, the so-called “Last Heroes” grab each of them from behind and throw them back in stereo release german suplexes! Anders and Caroline are up again quickly, and they see Amelia and Defy come at them. Amelia tries to hurricanrana Killer C, but Caroline holds on as Amelia tries to pull her forward. Amelia is now hanging down off Caroline and Stark uses her legs to hook Realm’s arms before hitting her with a Styles Clash! Killer C immediately pushes herself off of Realm and gets up to run where Anders is hitting Defy repeatedly. The Starks grab Defy together and push him into the ropes. On the rebound Anders and Caroline both throw him up in the air and nail him with a double Very European Uppercut as he falls down to them!
CK: That’s a great way to get some teeth loosened, and I imagine Defy has no idea if he’s in Raleigh or River City.
Wolf: Anders and Caroline are working together like this isn’t their first night as a team, but I guess it’s to be expected when you share all the other parts of your life with someone.
Meanwhile, Blood and Flames have recovered from whatever damage was inflicted on them by C and Anders. They are up and see Revolution X getting up as well. They strike quickly, punching and kicking at both of them. Kayden and Moxie both try to cover up but it just pushes them back to back as Arisu and Fuma attack from either side. Eventually, Fuma goes for A BIG roundhouse kick on Moxie, but the former world champ DUCKS and Fuma kicks Kayden in the back of the head instead! Christopher falls to the mat. Moxie turns around to see Danielle wind up with a roundhouse and he manages to dodge again and Danielle kicks her own partner in the face as he was still behind Moxie! Johnny tries to take advantage of the situation with the shocked Danielle by grabbing her and throwing her over the top rope!!! ...But she holds on and rolls back into the ring off the apron.
Wolf: This is like a particularly violent episode of the Three Stooges out here, just with roundhouse kicks!
CK: Things like that remind me why I’m glad I don’t compete anymore, because none of that brings back fond memories.
Moxie doesn’t get a chance to follow up on Danielle because Anders and Caroline go after him together. Caroline gets him in an abdominal and Anders throws some haymakers at him while she stretches him. This doesn’t last too long because Kayden gets back up and clocks Anders with a running forearm. Caroline breaks the hold but Kayden manages to turn around kick her in the gut! He hooks both her arms and throws her over in a butterfly suplex! Moxie pulls himself to his feet as Kayden gets back up. Fuma is back up and looks to charge at Moxie but Christopher cuts him off with a swift kick to the midsection and a DDT. Moxie comes off the ropes and catches Arisu with a knee to the head as she was getting back to one knee. Moxie doesn’t get much time to celebrate though, because Amelia is back up and she hurricanranas him into the ropes. Moxie falls forward and lands with his arms draped over the second rope. Defy, who has gotten back up, runs at the ropes and flips himself through them horizontally to hit Moxie with a 619, knocking him back into the ring. Defy gets back in the ring himself, not wanting to stay on the apron in a battle royale.
Wolf: Big time move by Defy and the crowd is very alive as we’re about to get entrants number nine!
CK: This thing is starting to fill up fast, and that is to no team’s advantage. I said early on, the ideal is to keep it two on two….but that’s really hard!
And the fans begin to count down again…
THREE….TWO…..ONE
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT!!!!
“HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS?! BAD THINGS COME IN TWOS,
BUT I NEVER KNEW... ABOUT THE LITTLE THINGS!”
Mickey and Raquel emerge from the top of the ramp with a ladder in tow, holding it up together. Raquel and Mickey put down the ladder and high-five. The Scarborough Fair leave the ladder on the stage and rush down to the ring to join the action, and they are met on entry by Fuma who takes them both down immediately with a violent double clothesline!
Wolf: Not an auspicious entry for the former tag champs as Fuma greets them, but Mickey and Raquel are known for being scrappy so I don’t think the bad luck will last forever in this one.
CK: Here’s one of my teams in this match! They already got a guaranteed rematch clause, but they wanted in on the action tonight too!
Wolf: One title match is nice, two title matches is nicer, especially if one is at any time you want!
Danielle joins her partner as Blood and Flames each pick up a member of the Scarborough Fair and lock them in a front headlock before hitting them with a suplex. Danielle flips back over to mount Raquel before laying some fists into her face. Fuma gets up and picks Mickey up with him, tossing her into the corner. He follows up with an elbow in the corner. He backs up and goes for another, but Mickey ducks and Fuma hits the turnbuckles! The Japanese star is stunned, so Scarborough grabs him and lifts him over the top rope! ...But he hangs on and doesn’t fall out of the ring, landing on the apron. Mickey immediately goes after Danielle, who sees what’s happening and gets up to stop her, slapping her in the face. Fair is quickly up to her feet though and grabs Arisu from behind before hitting a Russian Leg sweep! Mickey recovers from the slap and runs forward before hitting Danielle with a standing shooting star press!
Wolf: And there we go! Now The Scarborough Fair are firing on all cylinders! Blood and Flames may regret going after the fresh team in this one.
CK: The Fair are one of my favorite teams in this match, and I’d say that even if I wasn’t their manager! They know what Blood & Flames can do, they’ve been in the ring with them before.
On the other side of the ring, Moxie and Kayden are fighting with Anders and C but the Starks get the advantage and C throws Kayden in the corner so that Anders can follow up by tossing Moxie on top of him. C hits a shoulder block and Anders hits one directly afterwards. Both members of Revolution X collapse in the corner on top of each other. Defy tries to catch Anders off guard but Stark catches him and slams him into the ground with a powerbomb. Stark tries to lift the luchador off the mat again but Amelia knees him in the side. Caroline catches Realm though and lifts her up into an impaler DDT before driving her into the mat. Caroline picks Amelia up and Anders says something to her. C asks “are you sure?” and Anders nods. C shrugs and throws Amelia into the ropes to rebound at Anders, the usual set up for Stark & Stone’s finisher where Anders throws someone into the sky to come down on a superkick. Amelia flies into the air as Anders launches her...but she spins around in midair to be facing up and somehow catches Anders on the way down with an ace crusher out of nowhere!
Wolf: WHAT A COUNTER! Anders tried the move he’s used with Cara quite a bit, but Amelia wanted no part of that.
CK: Do you blame her?! Amelia & Defy are growing on me watching this match, and when Anders wakes up, he may like them too!
Caroline tries to grab Amelia but Defy is back up and he dropkicks Killer C THROUGH the ropes, not over. C climbs back up on the apron and tries to get back up but Defy catches her with a jumping spin kick that knocks her back down. Anders is up and and Amelia has him, but suddenly he counters her with an elbow to the gut. He grabs her and sticks her head between his legs before hooking both her arms. He lifts her up, going for a Stark Reality...but Amelia counters AGAIN and wraps her legs around his head before hurricanranaing him over the top rope and to the outside!!!
John: ANDERS AND CAROLINE STARK HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
CK: Well so much for the Starks tonight! Had a fine showing, but just wasn’t meant to be tonight.
Wolf: Amelia and Defy are firing on all cylinders though, and they may be becoming a dark horse in this one. They could do it, I think!
Amelia and Defy get no time to celebrate however as Mickey and Raquel descend on them in the ring. Amelia can’t get to her feet before Raquel is whipping her into a Mickey dropkick. Defy tries to intervene but Raquel catches him and picks him up into a backbreaker over her knee. The Fair focus on Amelia now, picking her up before driving her down into the mat with a double flatliner! Mickey and Raquel are back to their feet… but Kayden suddenly grabs Mickey from behind and hits a lungblower! Raquel turns to see what happened just in time to get chop blocked from behind by Moxie! Suddenly the crowd is counting down again…
THREE….TWO….ONE
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHER, BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
Bursting out from the curtain to the roar of the crowd are Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade, who nod along to the support as they look around the arena before Cade executes a 360 spin with her right elbow leading, while Leander raises his fist and hooks his arm around Vanessa’s. They don’t hold their pose long, instead rushing down to the ring to join in the fray. They immediately go for Revolution X and get the better of them, but Blood and Flames then grabs Cade and Apollo from behind and give them suplexes...but Cade elbows Arisu in the face and Leander manages to reverse Fuma into a side headlock, before falling forward and slamming his head into the ground with a headlock driver!
Wolf: WHOA! Cade and Apollo weren’t announced for this thing but they’ve come in like a bat out of hell here and they’re taking no prisoners!
CK: That’s what I love about the Midas Touch...surprises! And I have a feeling one of the teams they are going to be looking for before this is over will be Revolution X!
Moxie and Kayden turn around to face the Fair again but Scarborough is there and hits them a leg each with a dropkick. Rev X falls back into the ropes and on the rebound Raquel catches them both with a double spear! Mickey helps Fair back up and the two pick up Kayden together. Raquel sets up for a piledriver, which it looks like Mickey is going to help her spike...but Moxie rolls up Mickey in a school boy from behind. Mickey rolls through with no pinfall, but when she’s back up, Moxie kicks her between the legs. Scarborough bends over and then Moxie kicks her in the face so she falls on her ass. The New Yorker smirks and gets up as Raquel lets go of Kayden to get him. Raquel’s fist gets blocked and Moxie spins her around before hitting an atomic drop! Fair is stunned but on her feet stumbling around. Moxie reaches into his tights suddenly and pulls out...brass knucks! He smiles and puts them on, looking like he’s setting Raquel up with them...but Kayden grabs his hand and rips the weapon away, throwing it out of the ring and immediately yelling at Moxie for cheating!
Wolf: Moxie looks pretty upset. He was all ready to blast your client with those knucks but Kayden doesn’t want it done that way and he’s making it known!
CK: Yeah, they’ve been on different wavelengths for a while. And as much as I know Moxie and we’ve been friends for a few years, I’d tell Kayden he’d have a better shot of pushing a boulder up a hill.
Moxie and Kayden continue to argue in the ring for a bit, which gives Cade and Apollo an opening that they gladly take! Vanessa elbows Moxie in the side of the head while he’s yelling at Kayden and Leo grabs Christopher before whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a jumping boot on the rebound! Moxie is up against the ropes and Cade and Apollo team up to try and get him over the top and to the outside, but Moxie uses his veteran wiles and grabs hold of the top rope, hanging on for dear life as Vanessa and Leo can’t pry him off of it. Eventually they give up and leave him alone… just in time to catch cross body off the top rope from Defy! Amelia follows up with a running senton that lands on top of both Vanessa and Leander once Defy rolls off of them!
Wolf: You have to pick your top rope spots carefully in this environment but that’s exactly what Defy did and Amelia was right there with a follow up.
CK: This team is working like machinery out there, I hope this isn’t the last time we see them because they clearly have good chemistry together!
Moxie lets himself down back into the ring, only for Defy to come up and try to clothesline him over the top...but Moxie skins the cat AGAIN! The former world champ rolls back into the ring even as Defy is stomping on him. Kayden Christopher grabs Defy from behind to help his tag partner and slams him with a back body drop. Kayden gets up and helps Moxie to his feet, apparently on the same page as his partner again amidst the chaos. Blood and Flames re-enters the fray now, going after Cade and Apollo as they get up. Fuma kicks Cade in the chest repeatedly, knocking her back into the ropes after a few strikes. Leo muscles Danielle away, but she quickly dodges a haymaker and slides between his legs before low blowing him from behind. As Leo bends over, Fuma nails him on the back of the head with a scissor kick! Blood and Flames then field an attack from Amelia as Fuma CATCHES Realm and slams her down on his knee. Defy goes to help but Arisu cuts him off with a spinning high kick to his face! And the crowd is counting again….
Wolf: Blood and Flames getting attacked from all angles and yet they’re managing it well. It’s kind of scary even!
CK: They are definitely a threat, and I get the sense from them that they will go as far as they are told to go. And tonight, it’s clear they were told to go as hard as possible for this by Giocare.
THREE...TWO...ONE
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!
As “Mo’ Money Mo Problems” begins to play over the PA system, the fans in the arena immediately begin to boo as fake money begins to rain over the stage and crowd. Ana & Rebecka step out, looking up to the falling cash and bumping fists and heading to the ring. They don’t rush in, however, instead picking their spot and entering slowly as the other teams fight.
CK: I LOVE these girls! Ana & Becka have been waiting a while on this match! And they got a GREAT draw!
Wolf: Well, you may love them, but this crowd sure doesn’t, that’s for damn sure.
As Ana and Becky get in the ring, Moxie catches Fuma with a running neckbreaker and Kayden hits a running senton on the Japanese wrestler’s fallen body. Vanessa Cade runs up and elbows Moxie in the face however before Leo kicks Kayden as he gets up and lifts up on his shoulders before flipping him and driving his neck and shoulders into his knee. Cade and Apollo turn around and Dollars and Sense pick their spot expertly, going right after them while they’re not alert. Ana lays some fists into Vanessa and tosses her into the corner. Hate picks up Leo and spinebusters him straight into the mat! Ana grabs her partner and whips the bigger woman into Cade and Hate james her shoulders into the blonde’s gut. Defy and Amelia Realm seem poised to go after the newest entrants, but they are caught from behind as Blood and Flames grab the luchadors and spin them around before hitting them a pair of DDTs!
Wolf: Dollars and Sense took their time and picked their spot and it’s paying off early, especially for Rebecka. Though it does help that Blood and Flames may have accidentally protected them there.
CK: Trust me, they won’t be thanking them for any help wanted or otherwise later. Those two only care about the money and the power, so to speak. So Blood & Flames may regret this as the match wears on.
Blood and Flames stomp on Amelia and Defy a bit more before picking Amelia up and throwing her into the corner together. Realm crashes so hard she falls forward to the mat on impact. Danielle and Fuma both pick up Defy and lift him together. Defy struggles against the two of them but they manage to drag him to the ropes. They try to dump him over the top, but Defy BARELY clings on to the top rope and gets his feet on the apron. Fuma and Arisu are on him though, grabbing him through the ropes and trying to push him out. The fans cheer him on as Defy...well...defies Blood and Flames by hanging on by a thread and constantly keeping one hand on the ropes. Finally, after some continued battling, a recovered Amelia runs up behind the frustrated Blood and Flames and tries to dump them over the top! She gets them both up and over, but they hold onto the ropes and now Arisu, Defy and Fuma are all standing on the apron in a row! Amelia tries to pull Defy back in, but Fuma kicks her through the ropes. Danielle tries to kick at Defy’s legs but he jumps up and she misses. Amelia comes back and clocks Fuma in the head as Defy backfists Danielle now. With Blood and Flames groggy, Defy hops up to the middle rope and jumps up again, kicking back at both Japanese wrestlers with his legs and this is enough to knock them both off the apron and to the floor!
John: BLOOD AND FLAMES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!!
Defy rolls into the ring as the fans cheer heavily for him and Amelia.
Wolf: What an innovative maneuver by Defy! And Blood and Flames are finally gone! Two eliminations for Defy and Amelia and they are on a roll here.
CK: Well enjoy it while it lasts, because….well there’s a whole lot of power waiting on Amelia right now in the form of Rebecka Hate!
Unfortunately the party doesn’t last long as Rebecka spears the HELL out of Amelia very suddenly. Defy sees this and goes after Becka but the former world champ gets up and shoves him away. Meanwhile, Ana has reached into her top and pulled out what looks like a roll of quarters! Defy stumbles back and Ana CLOCKS him across the face with the quarters and change flies everywhere! The impact is so bad that Defy stumbles back and falls over the top rope before stumbling to the outside, lifeless.
John: DEFY AND AMELIA REALM HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!
The cheers from before quickly become boos as Ana helps Rebecka up and laughs at the crowd.
CK: Good run, thanks for coming! Defy can keep the change there.
Wolf: Ana had that roll of quarters hidden in her gear! I mean...I’m not that shocked it was there but that ain’t right to get eliminated like that!
Ana and Rebecka now don’t get to celebrate for too long because Mickey Scarborough runs up and dropkicks Baldwin right in the face! Ana hits the mat and Rebecka is distracted long enough for Raquel Fair to take out Rebecka’s knees. Hate drops to them and then seeing an opportunity, Moxie runs in and kicks Hate across the side of the head. Hate falls to the mat and Leander Apollo appears and runs up before delivering a knee drop to Hate’s head. After Leo is out of the way, we see that Mickey Scarborough has ascended to the top rope now just in time to leap off with a shooting star press that hits Hate dead on! The crowd is going nuts as they see Johnny Moxie ascend the other corner. Leo, Cade, and Raquel drag Hate over to the corner to make it easier for Moxie, who jumps off and twists in the air before hitting INMOXIFICATION!!!
Wolf: And this is smart. The field realizes that Hate is a massive threat so they’ve teamed up to neutralize her. Hell, Mickey even used your move on one of your other clients and Mxoie’s getting cheers for nailing Hate!
CK: I never thought I’d see Leo and Moxie work together on anything, even for a brief second. But there it is for you, folks! And if I was in there, I’d get Rebecka out too because is absolutely a force of nature all on her own...you give her a partner to help her….yeah..
Hate isn’t moving and that leaves Anastacia in a bad predicament as she gets up and realizes her partner is out of commission. All six other competitors begin to descend upon her and she backs up into the corner arms up, somewhat pleading. It is to no avail however as Vanessa elbows her in the corner and throws her out into Kayden Christopher who nails her with a kick before hooking her in a suplex, then lifting her back up for a brainbuster….then picking Ana up again before hitting a Gourdbuster! Leander Apollo is poised to strike next as Ana stumbles to her feet and leans against the ropes...but Moxie grabs Leo from behind and throws him over the nearby top rope where he tumbles to the floor instead!!!!
John: CADE AND APOLLO HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!
Wolf: What was that you were saying about Leo and Moxie a few seconds ago?
CK: Alliances are fleeting things in wrestling. And when it’s involving Moxie, they are even faster. Leo should know better than that!
Kayden immediately grabs Moxie and yells at him again, admonishing him for what he did. We can hear Moxie yell audibly “I WASN’T EVEN CHEATING!” as the two get into it again. Mickey and Raquel haven’t taken their eye off the ball though. The Scarborough Fair run at Ana and doubles clothesline her over the top, but she has the wherewithal to land on the apron. The fair try to stomp on her and kick her out together, but Ana grabs the bottom rope with both her arms and legs to prevent that strategy from working. The Fair are frustrated and seem about to give up when all of a sudden Mickey is grabbed from behind and tossed over Rebecka Hate’s head in a big German suplex! Raquel turns around and Hate kicks her in the gut before locking her in a pumphandle position then picking her up before hitting the Sacrament of Chaos! Hate helps her partner back into the ring and picks Ana up before they stomp away on Mickey as Scarborough tries to get vertical again.
CK: Becka with that pumphandle, and Raquel won’t be getting up anytime soon after that! I love Mickey, but she is absolutely in the wrong part of town with both of them taking shots at her.
Wolf: Moxie may have inadvertently screwed the Fair here with that double cross! Dollars and Sense are making it open season on the rockers!
Dollars and Sense seems ready to switch the double team to Raquel as Fair starts to stir, but it seems Rev X have settled their differences again as they double clothesline Hate to the mat before Kayden grabs Ana and tiger suplexes her over his head and directly on the back of hers! Moxie goes after Hate, kicking at her a bit as she gets up anyway, but Kayden coming over again tips the scales as they double team her and Kayden hits her a with a jawbreaker that Moxie follows with a superkick as she bounces back up! Rev X take their attention to the Scarborough Fair who are now getting up. Moxie grabs Mickey and tries to toss her over the top rope but to no avail as she hangs on. Moxie is not deterred though, as he and Kayden then grab Raquel and try to toss her over together, but Fair hangs on as well and Mickey has already rolled back in the ring.
Wolf: Well, if at first you don’t succeed, try the other partner I guess...but that didn’t work either.
CK: It’s not going to be that simple for Revolution X, I’m afraid. Mickey and Raquel work like a unit, and that’s not something Revolution X can say all that often.
Moxie is annoyed and heads over to Mickey, but Scarborough hops up and hits a jawbreaker on Moxie to send him flying back! Kayden comes over to stop her but Mickey hops up and superkicks Christopher who then turns around and stumbles into an inverted atomic drop from Raquel as she just got back up too! Kayden is out on his feet as The Scarborough Fair both SCREAM bloody murder in his ears before grabbing his head and nailing him with the DULCET DUET! Kayden bounces off the mat and Moxie looks like he’s trying to get away, but he shouldn’t fear as Ana comes in and clocks Raquel with a forearm as the Fair stand up, while Hate lifts Mickey up into a Military press slam and drops her on her face! Ana throws Raquel into the ropes , but Fair ducks and when Ana turns around, Raquel kicks her in the knee, taking her down to one knee, before then kicking Ana in the side of the face! Hate is picking up Mickey on her shoulders, but Fair kicks Hate in the gut and Mickey falls back behind her! Mickey jumps up and hits a lungblower on the former world champ, which pops Hate up into an impaler DDT from Fair! The Scarborough Fair get up and the crowd is losing it for them!
Wolf: The Scarborough Fair are cleaning house! They were close last year! Maybe this is their year!
CK: Oh wow, can you imagine one team having MORE momentum than them if they have TWO guaranteed tag title shots in the bank? Jesus, we might just have to christen the titles for them!
Mickey and Raquel go over to Anastasia as she gets up, but Ana pops up after playing opossum and nails each of her enemies with stiff forearms. She then reaches down into one of her boots...and pulls out another roll of quarters! She sets up Mickey as Scarborough turns around to go after her again and SMASHES the quarters into the side of Mickey’s head! Scarborough stumbles into the ropes, over the top one, and falls limply to the outside after the impact. Raquel sees her partner is hurt and immediately gets out of the ring to check on her as Ana starts laughing again.
JOHN: THE SCARBOROUGH FAIR HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
Wolf: AGAIN WITH THOSE DAMN QUARTERS! USE A DAMN WRESTLING MOVE FOR GOD’S SAKE!
CK: If she were here right now, I could hear her saying that it’s not against the rules in this match. And probably also something about keeping the change.
Anastasia goes over to Rebecka and helps her up, but Moxie sneaks up behind and tries to throw Ana over the top rope...but the redhead hangs on and stands up on the apron. Moxie curses and turns around to stand face to face with Hate, who puts a hand on his throat! Ana gets back in the ring now and Hate puts her other hand on Moxie’s throat as well before lifting him up into a chole bomb! Ana bounces off the ropes and hits a leg drop across Moxie’s face for good measure. Kayden comes in but Hate cuts him off with a big clothesline. Ana picks him up and puts her foot on his face as she sets him up and hits him with the eat defeat she calls the JAW DROPPER! Kayden falls down to the mat and Dollars and Sense get back up to grab Moxie and try to toss him over the top together. Moxie goes over to the outside and Ana and Rebecka turn around to raise their arms in victory.
JOHN: REVOLUTION X HAS--- WAIT--- HAS NOT BEEN ELIMINATED!
Wolf: THEY THOUGHT THEY HAD IT! But MOXIE of all people is showing some real heart here!
CK: There’s a sentence you don’t hear uttered often when it comes to Mox!
That gets Ana and Rebecka’s attention. The duo turn around and see that Moxie has skinned the cat. The replay shows that one of his feet touched the floor as he grabbed the rope but not the other. Moxie pulls himself back into the ring to some cheers from the fans and sees both Ana and Hate coming at him with a double clothesline. He ducks it and runs away. Ana and Hate turn around and Kayden ends up knocking them both down via a lariat with each arm!
CK: Kayden got some steam behind him and knocked both members of Dollars & Sense down right there. Now that’s impressive!
Wolf: Velocity is a hell of a thing. He saw his setup and bounced off those ropes and now the complexion of this match has changed big time!
Kayden lifts Hate and throws her into Moxie, who hits her with a shotgun kick to the face. Hate falls back into the ropes and bounces off. Moxie is back to his feet and catches Hate with the NEW YORK STATE OF MIND DDT!!! Ana finally gets Kayden out of the way and runs at Moxie before hitting him with a 360 forearm. Kayden comes back and tries to get at Ana, but Ana catches him and locks him in a reverse headlock before spinning him down in a rolling cutter that drives his face into the mat! Ana gets back up and hits Moxie with a kick to the gut and then drives her knee into his face a couple times. Moxie’s on his knees and Ana turns around to the crowd for a moment, mocking them and saying that it’s over. She’s about to turn around, when suddenly Moxie jumps down at her leg and grabs her foot, holding onto it with both arms.
Wolf: What the hell is Moxie doing holding onto one leg like that?
CK: I’m not entirely sure, but something tells me it isn’t anything Ana’s going to benefit from before he’s finished.
Ana tries to kick Moxie off, but the New Yorker is like a pit bull, hanging on and we see him reach into Ana’s boot...and pull out a third roll of quarters! Moxie takes the quarters and rolls away from the redhead. Ana is pissed, grabbing at her boot and realizing what’s happened. Rebecka Hate is up and sees what’s happening, but as she tries to go after Moxie, Kayden comes alive and sweeps her feet out from under her so she faceplants on the mat! Ana runs up to Moxie to try and get her weapon back, but Moxie swings for the fences and nails Ana with the quarters right in her face! A direct hit and change flies everywhere! Ana looks out on her feet as she stumbles to the ropes and falls over the top before landing in heap on the ringside floor!
Wolf: Moxie was paying attention! He figured the final roll was in her other boot and he hit jackpot with it.
John: DOLLARS AND SENSE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!!
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Wolf: Welp, I’d say I’m sorry your girls lost but I’m really not! Never thought I’d be happy to see the day that Moxie cheated to win a match, but ...the arena seems to agree with me!
CK: That’s alright, you haven’t seen the last of Becka & Ana. I’m sure of that fact, just as much as I am that they are going to be a rising threat in the tag division of SVW.
Kayden leaps up and hugs Moxie, who has shit eating grin on his face as he watches Ana on the outside, laid out. Hate is seething but she rolls out of the ring to the attend to her partner. The cameras catch Moxie and Kayden celebrating and we see Moxie ask “Was THAT cheating okay?” and Kayden pauses before nodding yes and giving the thumbs up. The crowd is cheering for Revolution X as “It Takes Two” hits the PA.
John: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the Midas Touch tag team contract….REVOLUTION X!
CK: Well how about that!? You know, given how they tend to argue all the time, I didn’t give Mox and Kayden much of a shot. But by hook and mostly by crook, they just put the tag champs on notice!
Wolf: An interesting ride for Revolution X, but maybe this is a sign that Moxie’s...uh...dubious nature may actually be a benefit to the team rather than a problem! Who knows? But I do know two things. Revolution X are the tag team Midas Touch holders and we have an SVW Championship match up next.
We cut away on the image of the celebrating Rev X as they are handed their briefcase and head to a promo for the upcoming Aggression and Uprising shows.
Bringing Finality
The show heads into the office of Alexander Stryfe, who receives quite the loud response from the crowd in the PNC Arena as he is shown standing in front of his desk.
Alexander: With the SVW Championship about to be defended for the second time tonight, I wanted to take a moment and address a couple things from the show thus far. First of all, congratulations to all of the new champions we crowned tonight...even if some of there were less than desirable. I am speaking specifically of the Defiance Championship match, where a lead pipe brought about the end of Harmony’s Defiance title reign.
The fans boo that, as you might suspect.
Alexander: As far as I’m concerned, this issue between these two women requires finality. And with Extreme Prejudice coming up, I intend to see finality to a great many issues. But in this case, Harmony and Steph will meet one last time at Extreme Prejudice. You can call it the last chapter when they meet for that title in a Last Woman Standing match. And whoever leaves with the championship will not be challenged by the other as long as she holds it.
A graphic springs up on the screen to show that match now scheduled for Extreme Prejudice.
Alexander: As I said, Extreme Prejudice will be a night of finality….closure. And that is not the only rematch you will see. After seeing how very close Joe Ragnal came tonight in that strap match, I feel he deserves one more opportunity at the title. And at Extreme Prejudice, he will get one under Anything Goes….and for the first time in SVW history, BYOW…. Bring Your Own Weapons.
This brings a noticeable buzz from the crowd as we see a graphic for that match now official for Extreme Prejudice.
Alexander: I also wanted to offer my congratulations to Cara Stone on turning back the challenge she faced, and overcoming the Game Changer. She will now meet Shaughnessy O’Neill for the Adrenaline Championship at Extreme Prejudice. As for Giocare….well that individual will have a very pressing engagement that evening…..against Christopher Kane….No Disqualifications.
Both those matches draw a pop from the crowd as they are announced.
Alexander: As I said, Extreme Prejudice is about finality, bringing closure on a great many of the issues currently ongoing within SVW. The only other championship I will mention at this time is the Pride Championship. Earlier tonight, Isis Morales captured that title against an impressive feat by Paul James. And I am going to offer Mr. James an option that he has time to consider. I am more than happy to grant him a rematch for the title, if he so desires. Or I will offer him the opportunity to chase the Defiance Championship. Mr. James has earned the right to choose hsi own path, and I look forward to hearing his choice in the days to come. Now I believe it’s time for the SVW Championship match between Mr. Thunder and Mr. Strike, and I look forward to it immensely.
He offers a small smile before we cut back to the ring for the main event.
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With a short recap of the first two matches of the show reminding fans of what both Luther and Chris Strike went through, we head back to ringside for the final title match of the evening.
Mark: For the first time in SVW history, the SVW Championship will be decided one more time tonight. Both Luther Thunder and especially Chris Strike have walked through hell tonight, and there is no doubt in my mind neither of these two men could have a lot left in the tank. As it stands, I don’t think this match is going to be a very long affair, at least as compared to most SVW title matches. I’m honored and thrilled to be joined by my best friend and no doubt the biggest Strike supporter in Raleigh, Lyn Dallins.
Lyn: Likely the biggest Strike supporter worldwide, not counting direct family.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and for the second time tonight, it is for the SVW Championship!
The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning lyrics to “Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater blare out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.
John: And her opponent…from Denver, Colorado via São Paulo, Brazil…weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety pounds…HE IS “THE WAR MACHINE”…HE IS…CHRIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS…STRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp before he slowly raises his right hand up in the air, looking up and staring at it as smoke shoots out from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down the entrance ramp as the occasional fans reach out towards him from the rail while he walks down the ramp while keeping his eyes focused on the ring as the fans don’t hesitate to sing along with the chorus.
Pull me under! Pull me under!
Pull me under I'm not afraid!
All that I feel is honor and spite,
All I can do is set it right!
Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades…
Mark: Earlier tonight, this man and Rhea Laskaris went to war outside the cage...inside the cage, and all points in between. Rhea walked out the door and left that man hanging by the referee’s belt. If he’s at even 40% after what we saw earlier, I’ll be surprised but he looks ready to go.
Lyn: He may be smirking as always but that’s gotta be for show. You don’t go through that kind of match ready to go toe-to-toe with the devil himself... Speaking of.
We hear a thunderclap, signifying the start of “The Man Comes Around” by Johnny Cash. As the acoustic guitar and the hypnotic words of the man in black fill the arena, the lights go out, and in a sole spotlight we see the slow walk out of Luther Thunder, his championship belt around his waist, flanked by Esme & his sister Tara, all in black. Luther bows his head, and makes the sign of the cross on his chest, before linking arms with the two ladies and walking down the ramp towards the ring, the spotlight following.
John: Introducing from Amsterdam in the Netherlands, accompanied by Esme and Tara Thunder standing 6’6” tall and weighing 270 lbs, he is the SVW Champion...LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Luther gets to ringside, where he releases from the ladies, climbing the steps to the apron. He blesses the ring, bowing his head, before climbing atop the turnbuckle. He takes off his belt, holding it in his hand, before his arms out like a crucifix, and then slowly starts asking the Lord to forgive these sinners who boo him.
Mark: There’s an awful lot of history between Luther and Chris. And you could make the argument Luther’s journey to get to this match might have been just slightly less brutal than what his challenger would go through.
Lyn: Less brutal sure but only slightly so. We saw Luther take a package piledriver on the ramp earlier tonight and Samara focused on his head from the get go after that. If Luther still isn’t seeing stars I’ll eat an empty water bottles.
The fans are on their feet already as Angela Rocca takes the SVW Championship from Luther, raising it high above her head before she checks to make sure Esme and Tara are on the floor. She hands the title to John before he leaves and calls or the bell. Both men glower across at one another from opposing corners, each looking much the worse for wear.
Mark: They both look like they’ve been through the wringer tonight, but I’ll tell you one thing. Whoever leaves with the SVW Championship tonight has damn well earned it, as far as I’m concerned.
Lyn: Neither man would want to give the other the satisfaction of claiming the title or victory on him tonight. So whatever is left on both tanks, you can expect its all emptying out here tonight.
The fans already begin chanting for the War Machine, which brings a nod of appreciation from the Hall of Famer as Luther just glares at many of the fans around the arena. And as though they hadn’t been fighting already tonight, both men make a beeline for one another and the fists begin to fly. They trade haymaker shots right out of the gate, neither one trying to block the other and take shot after shot. Luther starts to get the better of the exchange though when he jams his thumb into Chris’ eyes before grabbing him by the head and sending him into the turnbuckle. Strike’s head bounces off the buckle before Luther sends him up and over with a release German suplex onto the back of his head. The champion crawls over to him, mounting his chest and unloading with vicious right hands before he gets back to his feet...and holds his own hand to his head for a moment still not fully recovered from his match with Samara.
Lyn: Well executed release German there but you see the champion there can barely keep his offense going after the previous defense.
Mark: Absolutely, that match with Samara at the opening of tonight’s broadcast is still wearing heavily on the champion. His head is likely the weakest part of him right now.
Chris rolls to his stomach and starts to try to get to his feet before Luther delivers a clubbing blow across his back to put him back down again. With a boot pressed to the back of his head, Luther steps over Strike with the other foot as his wife applauds him from ringside. He smiles down to his bride before he leans over to pull Chris up, but the challenger surprises him with an uppercut to the chin that rocks him backwards. Two more follow that before he backs him up into the ropes and whips him across for the ride. Luther rebounded off the far side as Chris launched forward, catching the big man with a running high knee to his head that rocked him backwards. Luther stumbled for a moment as Chris ducked around behind him and applied his full nelson. But before he could execute the rest of his finisher, Luther broke free of the grip and darted across the ring as Chris landed back on his feet.
Mark: That tells you the story there. Chris already looking for the Relampago, and Luther felt it coming and bolted! I think it comes down to who can hit a devastating finish first as to how this match ends.
Lyn: Good knee lift there and he was hoping for the Full Nelson Lungblower that has ended too many matches. Not just that, but it’s a telling nod of how much these men know each other well... A fact that they probably hate that much more.
Luther didn’t have much of a chance though for a reprieve. As he turned back towards the ring, Chris had already taken off towards him with a Thesz press. He took the big man down, and returned the favor as he hammered shots into Luther’s head to the delight of the crowd. Strike rose to his feet, measuring and delivering a fist drop into Luther’s face as he started to sit up again. The challenger pulled Luther up to a sitting position before he circled around behind him with a side kick to the back of his head that sent the champion forward a bit before he grabbed his arm and locked in the cobra clutch on the big man.
Lyn: Sinking in that Cobra Clutch now and Strike is trying to choke the champion out, again wearing down the head which has been softened up considerably.
Mark: With all the head shots he took against Samara, this move may be all Chris needs to finish what she started!
Strike put as much pressure as he could, trying to make Luther quit or pass out as the big man began to try to fight it. He continued to rise to his feet, causing Chris to jump onto his back. Thunder swiped for the ropes, but none were within reach. He lumbered forward a couple steps, reaching again but he dropped back down to one knee with Chris now back to his feet. The fans appreciated this immensely.
Mark: Luther was trying to find the ropes there, but it may have taken more than he had in him. The big man is down to his knee again, and Strike hasn’t let up a single iota. Luther may lose consciousness very shortly.
Lyn: He’s struggling here and if Strike can keep hold just a little longer... Just a few moments more, this will be it.
Rocca grabbed Luther’s arm as he started to slump forward, letting that arm fall back down. She lifted it a second time, and watched it drop. She raised it a third time before walking away from the men as Esme climbed up onto the ring apron. Strike let go of the hold, looking around to see the referee telling Luther’s wife to get down. As he did this, Tara retrieved a bottled water and poured it over Luther’s face on the canvas. The big man started to come around just as the referee turned back to see what Tara was doing. She immediately descended on her, pointing to the back and telling her to leave the ringside area or she’d call the match right now.
Lyn: Of course. Luther’s sister who I refuse to be is anything short of being blackmailed into doing the champ’s bidding and his wife working in tandem here.
Mark: They must realize how much trouble Luther’s in after all he’s gone through tonight, and...Rocca’s throwing Tara out of here!
Esme was back to the canvas, moving around to argue Tara’s case while Luther was starting to get back up again. Strike watched the argument on the floor before Tara was ultimately sent to the back. The challenger looked back to find Luther, who caught him coming in with a European uppercut that rocked the challenger backwards. Luther caught him with a kick to the gut before he planted his head...and powerbombed him across his knee! Chris hit the mat like a sack of bricks, clutching his head and neck with both hands before Luther rolled him over and made the cover.
Mark: A powerbomb into Luther’s own knee, and that could do it!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Strike rolled his shoulder before the three as Luther sat up for a moment, seemingly still having some trouble focusing before he got back to his feet. And as Chris started to slowly sit up, Luther dropped down behind him and locked in a rear chinlock.
Lyn: Now it looks as though it’s Luther’s own turn here to try and work the War Machine’s head and after he was hung from a belt... Well, it’s not the worst target unfortunately.
The champion pulled back on his head, burying his knee deeper into his back and neck at the same time. Rocca asked him if he wanted to submit, but the challenger had no interest in such a thing. Thunder continued to pull backwards, trying to increase the pressure before Strike turned into him. Luther turned it into a side headlock as Chris started to try to get to his feet. He finally did, but Luther still had the side headlock applied. Strike tried to send him off into the ropes, but the champion wasn’t budging. So Chris caught him with a sharp kidney punch to his lower back that did the trick. Luther’s grip loosened enough for Chris to counter into a back suplex. Both men lay on the canvas before Strike rolled over, and draped an arm across his chest.
Mark: Strike broke that hold with a kidney punch, a shot to the kidneys will do it everytime! A back suplex, and we got a cover!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOO!!!
Luther got his shoulder up before the three as Chris started to push up to his knees, trying to gather his wits about him as he clutched his arm to his head and neck again. He crawled around behind him as Luther started to sit up before he reached for his hands, wrapping his arms around his neck in a straitjacket and then pressed his knees into Luther’s back at the same time! Thunder’s eyes widened as he was literally getting choked out by his own arms!
Lyn: Strike employing a goku-raku gatame here, using Luther’s own arms to cut off the blood circulation to his head!
Chris pulled behind him as much as he could, arching backwards himself as he pulled on Luther’s wrists with his hands. The champion’s face started to darken as the challenger pulled tighter, while still driving his knees into Luther’s back. The referee went to ask if he wanted to quit, but Luther couldn’t really respond as his face continued to darken with Strike choking him out. His eyes began to flutter a bit before they began to close with the champion looking as though he were passing out. Chris started rocking back and forth, trying to get even more out of the hold before Luther pushed up with his feet into a bridge...pressing Strike’s back into the mat before the referee dropped to count!
Mark: Look at that….Luther’s got him trapped in his own hold!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!
Strike released the hold and shoved him off, once again trying to collect himself as Luther gasped for breath not far from his position.
Lyn: Veteran instincts right there. You can’t buy that kind of wherewithal, I hate to say it and Luther survives for another minute.
The challenger started to move again as Luther rolled out to the floor, and dropped to his knees to catch his breath. Esme moved around in front of him, offering some encouragement to her husband before the challenger rolled out to the floor to go after him. Esme saw Strike coming and moved in front of her husband. The War Machine stared down the former Dead Ender as Esme shouted at him.
Mark: Esme may be taking her life in her own hands right here, Lyn. All this is doing is buying Luther a few more seconds!
Lyn: That is a woman who will die for her husband, Mark. ...And if she stands in front of Strike a few moments more, I think my words may be prophetic.
Esme went to slap him, but Strike caught her hand as the crowd wanted him to deck her. But Luther was back up before he had a chance to, and put a big boot across his jaw instead that sent Strike stumbling backwards. The big man raced forward with a running clothesline that planted the challenger on the floor as he gave Esme some words before she moved around to the other side of the ring and climbed back up onto the apron. Luther started to pull up the ringside mat to expose the hardwood floor underneath as he asked Strike if he wanted forgiveness. He pulled the War Machine up, and planted his head between his legs as Esme kept the referee from counting them out. He hoisted Strike up into a piledriver, and executed it perfectly. Strike collapsed to the floor in an awkward heap as Luther sat beside him with a sick smile on his face.
Lyn: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! Luther deciding that if it was good enough for him, it was good enough for Strike with the damn concrete in place of the metal ramp!
The champion slowly got to his feet, still a little shaken up before he pulled Chris back up. Strike was entirely lifeless, dead weight as the champion rolled him under the bottom rope and shoved him back into the ring. Chris rolled a couple feet, unmoving on his own before Luther climbed back up onto the apron and entered the ring again. The champion dropped to his knees, pressing both hands into Chris’ chest for a cover.
Mark: That’s it right there! There’s nothing left of Chris, Luther’s gonna retain his title twice tonight in Raleigh!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!
Chris’ shoulder came up at the last split second as Luther’s eyes widened in anger. The fans came to their feet at this. The champion stared daggers at the referee as Rocca only held up two fingers, while Esme shouted at the referee for a slow count.
Lyn: He can’t be conscious. That had to be instinct. That had to be some sort of psychic premonition kicking in during REM. Chris Strike for a moment there just made Luther Thunder question GOD!
Luther began to question the referee himself as the fans began chanting louder for the War Machine. Chris started to barely stir, raising his head with a vacant look on his face as Luther’s face turned into a scowl. The big man moved towards the corner, waving Strike to get up as he stomped his boot on the mat. Chris rose to his feet as Luther charged out of the corner with his superkick! Chris fell backwards and collapsed to the mat yet again as Luther crawled towards him for another cover.
Mark: THUNDERSTRUCK!! GAME OVER!!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Luther sat up with a smile, looking to his wife until the referee saw Strike’s arm under the bottom rope and waved it off. The champion rose to his feet with his hands raised as Esme saw what he didn’t, pointing behind him. Luther turned back as the referee pointed to the arm and pulled the champion’s arm back down to the roar of the crowd.
Lyn: ...Luther is going to kill Angela in about a minute if John doesn’t announce him as still champion.
Luther’s face was...thunderous as he started giving the referee a piece of his mind. The argument didn’t pan out for Luther as Rocca still said his arm was under the ropes. The big man said some likely unholy things before he doubled back to Chris. Strike still hadn’t really moved as Luther pulled him to the center, and planted his head between his legs. He went to pull him up but the challenger collapsed against Luther’s legs. The big man shook his head and pulled him up again, only for Strike’s legs to collapse underneath him.
Mark: Chris Strike...he’s out cold! He doesn’t have a clue where he is, and he can’t even stand up right now! Luther should just cover him and get it over with!
Lyn: Luther can’t take that chance. Not after he’s thrown everything at the man and he keeps getting back up.
Luther refused to allow that as he pulled Chris up and held him up himself before he hoisted him up over his shoulder into position for the crucifix powerbomb. Esme turned to the crowd beaming ear to ear as she clapped her hands to her chest as if she were bursting with pride.
Mark: ASSASSIN’S EDGE COMING UP!!
And as Luther was about to bring him down, Strike broke free of his grip and landed wobbily onto his feet. Luther turned around just as Chris caught him with a palm thrust to the face that brought the live crowd to its feet!
Lyn: RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The champion hit the mat as Chris tried to get his feet under him, as he stumbled about for a moment. Chris looked around to the roaring crowd, and plucked Luther up to plant his head instead. And with a feat of strength, he hoisted him upside down and delivered the Gotch piledriver!
Lyn: THAT HAS TO BE IT! NEPENTHE! ONE AFTER THE NEXT! IF LUTHER AIN’T GOING DOWN BY THAT, WHAT WILL IT TAKE!?
Mark: Chris Strike is THREE SECONDS from becoming the SVW Champion...FOR A SECOND TIME!!
The crowd was deafening as Chris lunged across the big man, hooking the far leg for the cover as the fans counted along with the referee’s hand!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE------------------!!
The referee’s count halted as Esme entered the ring, and kicked Strike in the groin. The fans in Raleigh were furious now as the referee called for the bell. Chris rolled off the cover, holding his groin in pain as Esme seemed quite proud of herself.
Mark: Are you kidding me?!?! WHAT A LOAD OF BULLSH---
John: The referee has disqualified Luther Thunder, therefore your winner….’THE WAR MACHINE’ CHRIS STRIKE!!! However...still your SVW Champion……..LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Esme clapped her hands bouncing up and down excitedly as her husband was still out on the canvas. And Chris rose back to his feet finally, staring a hole into the back of Esme’s head.
Lyn: Esme Thunder has just forfeited her life.
Mark: Esme just cost Chris the SVW Championship, and you can see Strike’s face! She doesn’t even know he’s up! I have a feeling she’s about to though!
Esme, still beaming, turned around to see Strike staring a hole in her. The beaming smile began to dissipate quickly as she looked into the eyes of the War Machine.
Mark: I think the celebration is about to end abruptly!
Lyn: She cannot possibly fathom what is about to happen to her.
Esme brought her hands up, trying to apologize to Chris as he started to walk her down. She backed up a couple steps before she took off towards the ropes to get out of the ring. She ducked through, but Chris caught her by the hair before she could get far.
Mark: It’s a good thing Esme believes in God...she may be about to meet him! Strike’s caught her, Luther’s still colder than a mackerel!
Lyn: He can’t do anything to stop whatever Strike has planned and judging by the War Machine’s face... Well. The phrase ‘inviting death’ seems eloquent.
As Strike had her in his grasp, Esme got pulled back into the ring. He started to whip her into the ropes, but she didn’t get far before he grabbed her into the full nelson and hit the Relampago! Esme bounced onto the mat as Strike got back up, clearly not finished before the crowd began to buzz louder as Kelly Kincaid headed down the ramp with her husband right behind her.
Lyn: ...Talk about perfect timing. Luther’s last bodyguard just got dealt with by Strike and it looks like... Kelly Kincaid and CK are coming down to the ramp!
Mark: Look at Strike, he’s telling her to do it! If he can’t leave with the title tonight, he’d rather Luther not do it either!
Strike saw her coming and threw Esme to the floor before he told her to go ahead. Kelly bounced over the top rope as Christian asked her something, to which she nodded and he waved over the referee. Rocca joined them before Christian handed her the Midas Touch briefcase. The referee double checked with Kelly before she handed it off to John Youle.
John: Ladies and gentlemen, Kelly Kincaid is cashing in her Midas Touch contract! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SVW Championship!!
The show cut to split screen for a moment as we see the door to Rhea Laskaris’ locker room with a pounding coming from the inside. As the camera pulls back, we see a rope around the door handle tied to a door handle on the other side of the hallway with Dollars & Sense standing around chatting before we go back into the arena fullscreen.
Lyn: ...And it looks like Rhea won’t be doing anything to stop this.
The referee called for the bell as Luther was now beginning to come around, his eyes very glassy as he glanced to the crowd and tried to regain his focus a bit. He glanced to the referee, asking for his title. Rocca shook her head and gave the signal for the match to begin, causing him to look more than a little confused for a moment.
Mark: Luther wants his title, I don’t think he knows…. He’s about to have his third title defense, Lyn!
Lyn: He looks like he barely knows what time it is....And you won’t find one sympathetic pair of eyes here for him tonight.
Luther glanced over to see Kelly just before the blonde caught him with a superkick to the side of the head that sent him over into the ropes. Kelly unleashed a flurry of kicks into the big man’s body before Luther managed to make it back to his feet. He shoved her backwards with one hand as he tried to get his feet under him. Kelly took off towards him again, this time leaving her feet with a flying forearm that took him down to the canvas.
Lyn: Kincaid is unleashing literal hell on Luther and he has to shove her away there to get his bearings...No wait he’s down again.
The big man used the ropes to try to help him get up as Kelly measured from the nearest corner. And as he rose, she went for the second superkick. But the big man dodged out of the way, and caught her with a kick to the gut. He stumbled forward and planted her head between his legs, and hoisted her skyward into position for the Assassin’s Edge. But Kelly broke free and slipped out the back. She spun Luther around, kicked him in the gut, and delivered her headlock driver!
Mark: CLIPPED WINGS!!
Lyn: Pass the popcorn, would ya Mark?
The blonde darted for the ropes, climbing the turnbuckle. Luther began to finally get to his feet before Kelly came off the top rope with the spiked hurricanrana, nipping up into a springboard backflip into a moonsault, and finishing it with a standing frog splash!
Lyn: THREE! RING! CCIIIIIRRRCCCUUUSSSSS!!
She quickly hooked the leg for the cover as Rocca slid right into position.
ONE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
The referee called for the bell as the fans erupted to their feet. Christian rolled into the ring as Kelly jumped into his arms for a kiss before the referee handed her the title.
John: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match…..AND NEEEEEEW SVW CHAMPION…..KELLY KINCAID!!!!!!!!!!
Mark: On a night where we were guaranteed two SVW Championship matches, we got three! And in the third, we crowned a brand new SVW Champion! She fought everyone that tried to take her out...that tried to steal that briefcase from her...but tonight, Kelly Kincaid is on top of the mountain for the first time in her career!
Lyn: There isn’t a soul that can tell that woman otherwise. From being the one with the Midas Touch to being at the very top, Kelly Kincaid... Has arrived!
Fireworks began to erupt throughout the arena as Kelly looked down at the SVW Championship in her hands, a huge smile across her face as she held it to her and then climbed the middle rope to hold it aloft for the first time
Mark: Kelly Kincaid held onto that briefcase longer than anyone in SVW history, she damn near ran out the clock, Lyn! But the acrobat nobody foresaw winning the Midas Touch just got herself her first world title!
Lyn: Considering where she stands right now, that was an underestimation that no one will make again!
Kelly kissed the title as her husband raised her hand in the ring. Christian hoisted her up onto his shoulder as Kelly still looked at her title in disbelief.
Mark: And we’re out of time! History was made here tonight at Fearless, but perhaps none bigger than that woman right there doing what she promised she’d do….become the SVW Champion! For my broadcast colleagues, Wolf Ramsey, Madelyne McTaggert, and Lyn Dallins, good night from Raleigh!
Kelly thrust the title high once more as Fearless faded off the air.
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