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August 30, 2016, 01:14:39 pm »
Live from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York
August 28, 2016
The SVW logo bounces into position on its sofa as it realizes it’s time for Uprising. And from there, we go to the live broadcast. 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, flanked by Cesare & Greg, all in black. Luther bows his head, and makes the sign of the cross on his chest, before the three walking down the ramp towards the ring,the spotlight following.
The trio makes their way down to the ring as the fans boo. They pay no mind as they enter the ring, Luther up the steps and his companions under the bottom rope. The trio stand in the ring for a moment before Luther says something to Greg and Pettis walks over to the side of the ring, asking for a mic from the attendant. Once he has a mic, the lights go back up fully and the music stops.
Greg: Ladies and gentlemen,nay...rather, brothers and sisters, we come to you this evening with good news. We have foreseen the truth of what will happen at SVW Climax. We have seen what must happen to bring SVW into the light, and it is a beautiful thing. You see, God’s warriors all have battles to fight that night against many heathens, some worse than others. But we are not the kind who will go quietly into the night or give up. We are not the ones who will perish, because we cannot be allowed to perish. God has a plan, and we must do our part in it, vanquishing those who would lead the SVW Nation out of his light. The one who has forged our path into God’s light himself, our leader, has the most staggering challenge ahead of him. A challenge that should never have been placed in front of him. The title was stolen from him unfairly, and he is owed a fair one on one chance to reclaim it. Was he given that? No. Instead, he was put in a hellish elimination chamber match, an attempt to minimize his chances of regaining what is his. But he will not be deterred. Brothers and sisters, I give you...Luther Thunder.
Greg applauds on his own as Luther steps out and raises his arms to his sides, “embracing” the crowd that is showering him with deafening boos. Greg gives him the mic and he waits with a smirk on his face for the crowd to die down.
Luther: Brothers and sisters you saw what happened to Harmony, a woman I gave a fair chance for respect, an opportunity to be something more than motivational propaganda spewing, talking head who’s main focus in life is herself. Someone who claimed that I am not worth HER respect, when her idea of promoting the Main Event between us was posting a picture of her workout session. Someone who did not give me the credit I deserve for all I have done for this company and someone who insulted each and every one of you, the SVW Nation in the process by acting like the match itself was not worthy of more than that tweet. Tweeting with Freya Kane was worth more, a stain on her blouse was worth more and.. I am the one who does not deserve respect? No one needs me to repeat how the match ended, no one suspected it going any other way, I saw #ActLikeALadyPrepareForALoss taking flight and that won’t be any different at Climax, we all know that and I don’t expect her to thank me for motivating her because after that loss she had an awful lot more to say, it was like I got her attention and the lady who acts like a boss was threatening my wife and my sister, my family. Is that really someone who you want to see emerging victorious at the Elimination Chamber match?
He looks over at his proteges who deny it by shaking their heads furiously.
Luther: ..not that she has a chance anyway. We have so many more deserving options in that match Misty Whitmore knows better than disrespect and overlook me and even she has had more success in SVW than Miss Harmony ever will, so focus on doing whatever it is you do best and leave the SVW Championship matches for those of us who know what we are doing. I am not doubting your faith in me brothers and sisters but if you look at Emma Mac, look at Sister Stefano. I am sure we can all agree that the SVW Champion, Miss Kincaid is an unfit person to hold that prestigious prize, getting it by shady and unapprovable tactics as she did but even she knew better.. I am sure there is no doubt that while anyone in the match outside of Harmony would make a fine champion at the end of the night. None of them would be more approved by God and SVW Nation alike than...Me!
Luther takes in the boos again and hands the mic back to Greg.
Greg: And, of course, that is what will happen, because while others may be technically worthy...there is only ONE man who is chosen. That is Luther Thunder. But his is not the ONLY test that Thunder Ministries must face at Climax. No, Cesare and I will face down a couple mangy mutts who have been a thorn in our side. The Dogs of War. Not even the original model, just the cheap replacement featuring another doofus meathead and his tattooed sidekick. We do not approve of the Dogs, that is clear. Of course, they are not incapable fighters. That is exactly why I say this match is a test for Cesare and I. We have been through much. Barely missing out on our opportunity to win the SVW Tag Team Championships that should be ours, forced to claw our way back up when the very team we dominated to earn our shot in the first place is now being given a chance to win the titles at Climax. Disgusting, but that is how SVW operates sometimes. We have been through much and now we must once again prove that adversity will not destroy us. Morrisson and Dietz, for all their lack of character, are dangerous competitors, dangerous people even. It is our devout mission to make sure people like them do not prosper. The righteous must defend against the unholy, no matter how strong the opposition is, and that is exactly what we will do.
Greg hands the mic over to Cesare, who steps forward now, placing his sunglasses on top of his bald head and surveying the audience before speaking.
Cesare: Injustice runs wild in Sex and Violence Wrestling because while our brother Luther is placed in a match that’s only purpose is to stack up the odds against him becoming the rightful SVW Champion that he should still be. We are made to jump through hoops by taking on a pair of violent thugs like Dietz and Morrison, not because they are the Tag Team Champions. No, the right to face the champions is given to some while we, the righteous, true and just contenders that can save the very division are forced to prove once again why we are the best damn team in this company. We were chosen by the true icon of this business, handpicked by a Hall Of Famer. Dogs Of War can’t even stick together, would it surprise anyone if we see a third incarnation of the same name in the future? Because trading partners won’t make you any better. Being in a tag team is not about having someone else carrying you, it won’t make a difference how many partners you go through if the fact is that you just are not worth it. We are a true team, joined together for a cause far greater than busting heads or mere claim to fame. We are here to save the tag team division and bring it back to what it is supposed to be about: wrestling. We are the gift from God himself to each and every one of you, because once we take the dogs to the pound, we will prove to the management and SVW Nation alike that there should never be a match about SVW Tag Team Championships without Awesome and Almighty because you all know that there can never be champions that could live up to us, not before or after our time. We are legends in the making, we are the future Hall Of Famers, the true tag team specialists of SVW and yet we are being denied the opportunities and the chances others are just given, I can’t for the life of me understand why?
He looks at Greg and Luther in complete confusion and with a smirk Luther grabs the microphone.
Luther: ..but you do understand why it is brother. It’s not that others deserve it more, it’s not that you are not good enough. You are too good to have things just handed to you. The management is afraid of handing you two anything because if you were to live up to the prophecy, the full potential of your abilities. There would never be new tag team champions until you so wanted and given how this company has been run lately, how commentators are boosted to position of power and given a “carte blanche” to play God and make matches.. Why would they want stability when the championships are supposed to change hands frequently, new merchandise for every one of them and more money. They do not understand what they are doing and you should find it in your hearts to forgive them for not understanding that the pair of you could make this company more money than any team before. You could just be the best thing to happen to this very business, but if they admitted such a reasoning. They would also have to admit that we have been right all along and that can’t happen. God will guide you along the path you are meant to go but I have no doubt about the fact that not only will you two get your chance at the championships, but when your time comes you will become the best damn tag team champs in SVW history.
Greg nods and takes the mic back from Luther.
Greg: We put our faith in God like we should and we know it will turn out the right way, eventually. Climax will be an important night, a pivotal night for Thunder Ministries. Our leader will reclaim his championship and we will re-assert ourselves as the team to be feared in SVW when we dispatch the Dogs of War. Thunder Ministries is prepared to do our part in making a better world. All of us. And at Climax, in Chicago, that’s exactly what we will do, even if we have to drag the world kicking and screaming into that better place.
Luther takes the microphone once more, with a proud look in his eyes.
Luther: Brothers and sisters, you have all been privileged to hear the truth here tonight, let it be known from each of the five boroughs to the whole world that Barclay Center in Brooklyn, New York is the very place where you all were told of exactly what God wants for Climax and when it all takes place, when his will is done. You can all say that you were there, we thank you for your support and it will not be forgotten when Thunder Ministries expands, Bless you Brooklyn, you may have hope yet, Amen!
We hear Pulse Of Maggots by Slipknot (The A&A edit) blaring out the arena as Luther drops the microphone, putting his palms together for a prayer, bowing his head Greg and Cesare follow suite bowing their heads.
The crowd erupts to roaring boos as the three men exit the ring, Luther with arms on his students shoulders, backing up the ramp keeping their eyes on the crowd as we move on with the show by going to the opening video for Uprising.
(Written by John)
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
Wolf: Talk about a match a long time coming, this one is it.
Andy: They’ve been at it for a while now, good to know Sugata is finally gonna leave this chump laying.
The lights in the entire arena slowly fade away, streams of different colored lights beginning to swirl across the entire arena before the spotlight shines on the center stage and the ramp, as the words ‘ONE PUNCHHHHHH’ are screamed out as the main riff to “The Hero!! Set Fire to the Furious Fist” by JAM Project hits the PA system in full blast, revealing a man with his back to the camera emerging from under the ramp and once he’s all the way up from being elevated, he gradually turns around to reveal himself as the man known as “Jinchu,” Sugata Hotaru. The glance he casts the crowd as he begins to walk down the ramp is one of almost disgust at the people around him as they boo him with the boos furthering as Mai Hotaru comes out from the curtains before the two of them begin to make their way down the ramp, with Sugata and Mai discussing strategy before she gives him a nod of approval as Sugata Hotaru runs the rest of the way down the ramp, leaping from the floor onto the second rope in an impressive display of athleticism to the crowd watching, as he remains there for a moment, overlooking the audience.
John: From Miyagi-ken, Tōhoku, Japan, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-nine pounds...he is “JINCHU”...SUGATAAAAAAAAAAAAA...HOOOOOOTAAAAARUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After soaking in the boos, Sugata springboards from the second rope to the inside of the ring before taking center stage as the spotlight shines on him, slowly raising his right hand raised in the air in a display of superiority and triumph as Mai Hotaru applauds from ringside before the house lights return and “The Hero!! Set Fire to the Furious Fist” fades as Sugata goes to the nearest turnbuckle, leaning against it and listening to some last minute advice from his big sister Mai, preparing himself for this match.
Wolf: Listen to the boos from this crowd here in Brooklyn. The only fan Sugata has is the one walking him to the ring.
Andy: Yeah, his sister Mai. I’m getting tired of everyone getting the relationship wrong. What is this, some kind of Mickey Mouse operation?
“Bitch betta have my money”
The lights on the entrance setup turn to red and white as music kicks into the sound system and two lovely ladies appear at the top of the ramp, standing back to back.
“Ahhhhhh, shit.”
Suddenly, the song kicks in and the rapping of AMG can be heard to cheers from the crowd.
“It ain't nothin' like black pussy on my dick
Word to the motherfuckin' DJ Quik
I play hoes like dominoes, slappin' bones
AMG's on the motherfuckin' microphone
I slang dick bitch, nothin' more and nothin' less
You got a C-note hoe, you can take the test
And bring big fat titties and lots of back
You got the woody and I got the axe”
Suddenly, the two lovely ladies take a step away from each other and Darren Black rushes out, getting in between them and throwing his hands in the air as he screams out “The big D is in the house and y‘all know what that means, huh?” He adjusts the red cape he's wearing and takes a few steps down the ramp "shits about to get reeeeeaaaal!"
Standing there, Black places his hands on his hips and looks around at the crowd with a few nods before he turns back to his ladies and motions for them to follow him, screaming “C'mon, bitches! Time to take names and break hearts!” as he marches down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring, Black holds his arms out and cockily shakes his head. “Y’all know what to do, bitches do your thang!”
As if this is a cue, the two women seductively stroke their hands up and down his body before unhooking the red cape that’s wearing. Taking a step back, Black rotates around, giving the crowd a good look at his chiseled frame before stopping and poking his head out at the ladies. “Time to give daddy some of that sweet brown sugar, c’mon!”
Each lady leans in and gives him a peck on the cheek. Seemingly energized from this, Black rushes up the ring steps, gets into the ring and runs off the ropes as John shakes his head.
John: And now their opponent from Atlanta, Georgia……….
Stopping John before he goes on, Black says something inaudible to him but we quickly find out what it was.
John: He is the Big D, the Booty Poppin’ Daddy, SVW’s resident King of Bling…….DARREN BLACK!
Andy: God, I cannot STAND this guy at all!
Wolf: That makes me like him more already then.
Black finally throws his hands in the air to cheers and gives the crowd a few nods along with the beat of his theme song as the music dies down and he turns around straight into Sugata who fires off stiff forearms into Darren’s jaw and chest, following it up before the Big D has a chance to get his bearings with three stiff knees into his gut before he grabs hold of his arm and sends him flying down to the canvas with a an arm drag. Darren looks to get back up only to be sent back down once more with another arm drag, then a third as he got back up and on the fourth Darren stayed down and rolled out of the ring to the outside.
Andy: Thank you, Sugata! I was wondering if that was ever going to end!
Wolf: Sugata is jump-starting the match here, probably because he knows he can’t finish the job otherwise.
Sugata was up on his feet in a split second and charged towards the ring ropes, climbing them like a cat and launched himself towards his opponent with a headscissors takedown that sends Black into the crowd barrier, Sugata rolled backwards to his feet and charged towards Darren as he got to his feet against the barrier and delivered a dropsault to his chest. Landing on his feet, the Japanese superstar delivered a stiff kick into the Georgians gut, doubling him over before he pulled him away from the barricade and into a running bulldog that drove his face into the floor. Black pushed up onto all fours on the outside and the male Hotaru pulled him upwards and drove him face first into the ring apron before rolling him under the rope, sliding in behind him and making the cover.
One…
Tw-
Andy: I don’t mind that Black kicked out, just means Sugata can beat on him some more which is fine by me.
Darren kicked out and Sugata rolled into the mount position, firing off right hands into his face and taking the full four count from the referee before he got to his feet. Black held his forehead as he rolled onto his hands and knees, Sugata firing off another three stiff kicks into his chest as Darren continues to push upwards and Hotaru hooks his head looking for a neckbreaker only for the Booty Poppin’ Daddy to push the asian wrestler away from him. As Sugata spun on his heel to face his opponent Darren ran him down with a clothesline. Sugata looked to rise quickly and as he did so he was the recipient of three rapid jabs straight to the jaw. Hotaru reeled backwards only for Black to grab hold of his wrist and jerked him forward straight into a belly to belly slam.
Wolf: Darren’s starting to get his offense rolling here, and Sugata is learning where the power in this match lies!
Andy: The power? The power of making me want to throw up? Yes, he has that power in abundance.
As Hotaru pushed up to his feet Darren Black grabbed his wirst once more and yanked him forward into an elbow smash right to his face. Hotaru staggered, holding his jaw as he did so only for Black to land a headbutt to his forehead. Then the Atlanta native fired him across the ring and into the corner, chasing in behind and leaving his feet for a splash that squashed the Japanese wrestler against the turnbuckle pads. Hotaru stumbles forward and is lifted off his feet into a Gorilla Press Slam, Black stepping back towards the middle of the ring before he drops him straight down to the canvas in front of the corners. Black steps on Sugata’s back, bringing his second foot up onto his back before he steps off and onto the middle turnbuckle, springing upwards and crashes down on top of Hotaru with a splash. Rolling the man over he covers him.
One…
Two…
Andy: He’s not going to get one over on Sugata. Mai’s brother is way smarter than to let that happen.
Hotaru rolls his shoulder and Darren pulls him up to his feet as Rudy Palmer confirms the two count. As Black brings his opponent to his feet he pushes him backwards into the corner, stepping forward and bringing his knee upwards into his midsection three times. The official orders him to let the Japanese wrestler out of the corner, using the count to get his way as black lands a fourth knee before he irish whips across the ring to the opposite corner. As Sugata hits the turnbuckle, Darren measures him up and charges towards him and gets a mouthful of boot as Hotaru gets his feet up and drives his boots into the black man’s face.
Andy: Ha, there you go! Maybe he knows a good dentist here in Brooklyn. He’s going to need one now.
Black staggers backwards and Hotaru lashes out with a flash kick upwards into his jaw. Black drops to one knee only to stumble backwards another step or two and Sugata grabs hold of his tights and jerks Big D forward, sending him face first into the top turnbuckle. Again Black took a step backwards but as he did so Hotaru hooked him by the arm and head and snapped him back with a side Russian legsweep. Black rolled onto his side and pushed to his knees as Hotaru got to his feet and drove the point of his elbow into the top of his head only to see Black push up to a vertical base and Sugata left his feet to drive a knee upwards into Blacks jaw before following it up with a snapmare. Hotaru stepped out onto the ring apron and climbed to the top rope, waving Black to his feet before he flipped off and sent the big man from Atlanta to the canvas with a seated senton that saw him land sat on his chest; Sugata reached back and hooked the leg as he made the cover.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Wolf: Another near fall, but Darren Black has some fight left in him and he’s showing that to all of us. And to Sugata most of all.
Darren Black kicked out at two and half and Sugata once more stepped out onto the ring apron and climbed up onto the top rope, perching there as he waited for Darren to rise to his feet. As the Atlantan got his feet underneath him Sugata dove off the top rope and landed on his shoulders, looking for the hurricanrana only to be count by Black who lifted him upwards and drove him down into the canvas with a power bomb. Sugata sat up, hunched forward and Darren fell backwards; staggered backwards off balance and into the roped before he came forward and into a low dropkick into the Japanese wrestlers face, sending him back to the mat.
Wolf: Now they are both down, these two men really cannot stand one another and are practically spent here.
The pair of wrestlers lay on the mat for a moment before they begin to rise, getting to their knees simultaneously and begin to exchange right hands. The pair continue to push up to their feet still throwing right hands at each other, Black getting the upperhand thanks to him putting all of his 64lb weight advantage behind the blows before the American hooked his foes head under his arm and snapped off a suplex. Black came to his feet as Sugata managed to make it as far as his hands and knees and the Georgia based grappled underhooked the arms of the man from Japan, sending him crashing into the mat with a suplex. Black once more rises to his feet first and cuts off his rising foe by wrapping his arms around his waist and deadlifting him upwards and drove him back down to the canvas yet again with a gutwrench suplex. As Sugata landed he folded up and Darren held his legs over his shoulders for the pin.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Andy: Sorry, stupid. You still aren’t going to get him like that! This guy’s not too swift between the ears.
Black pulls him up to his feet once more, scooping his opponent up off his feet and drops him face first into the turnbuckle with a snake eyes and as Sugata lands on his feet, Darren wraps his arms around his waist and sends the Japanese superstar down to the canvas with a German suplex, bridging for the pinfall.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!NO!!!!!!!
Wolf: Beautiful German suplex into a bridge, but Sugata is still in this match whether we like it or not.
Sugata manages to roll the shoulder once more and Darren shook his head once more as he pulled the Japanese wrestler to his feet and hurled him across the ring with a release overhead suplex. Hotaru landed hard and sat up immediately holding the small of his back. He started to pull himself up to the ropes and Black got himself down into a three point stance. He measured Hotaru up and exploded forward drove a shoulder tackle into his gut that drove the man straight backwards into the turnbuckle pads. Hotaru doubled up and Darren hooked his head as he grabbed his leg, spinning him around and is about to lift him up for the total blackout cradle DDT when Sugata dropped like a deadweight to one knee. Darren tried to lift him again only for Hotaru to lash out and catch him between the legs with a lowblow that the inexperienced Palmer missed. Darren dropped to one knee and Hotaru used the ring ropes to springboard and deliver a shining wizard into the back of his opponents head.
Andy: Man, I heard that shot all the way over here. That was awesome!
Sugata drops to one knee talking time to recover as the Booty Poppin’ Daddy fell to the side and landed on the mat. Black pushed upwards only to fall victim to a series of snapped off kicks to his legs before Hotaru grabbed hold of his arm and Irish whipped the man into the corner, following in behind him and delivered a yakuza kick. Hotaru rolled to his feet only to leave them a moment later and catch him to the side of the head with a dragon whip kick. Big D staggered forward and caught another knee from Sugata - this one in his gut before Hotaru grabbed hold of his head and used the ring ropes to deliver a Tornado DDT. Black stood on his head as it was spiked into the ring canvas. Hotaru made the cover on the big man.
Wolf: That’s gotta be a knockout right there! Black was stood on his head with that impact!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Andy: Would he just go ahead and lose already?! Jesus!
Palmer waved off the count as he spotted the foot on the rope and Sugata immediately got in the referee’s face, screaming at him for the three count only for Rudy to point at the foot on the rope and show the Japanese wrestler the two count. Hotaru continued to argue the call for another couple of moments before he turned back to Darren as he got to his knees only to deliver the King’s Pillar cravate knee facebuster. Black staggers backwards and Sugata charges forward, leaving his feet and using every ounce of his body weight to slam the American’s body into the canvas with the First Secret Sword sling blade that see’s Darren’s body land with such impact that his legs and body bounces up to a sixty degree angle before landing back on the mat. Hotaru crawls forward and dives on top of him, hooking the leg as he makes the cover and Palmer dives into position to make the count.
Wolf: That’s….that’s all she wrote!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!
Andy: Hallelujah!! Thank you, Sugata!
Sugata pushes upwards to a sitting position as Rudy Palmer calls for the bell and helps Hotaru to his feet; the Japanese superstar holding his ribs with one arm as the referee raises the other hand in the air.
John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall…”JINCHU” SUGATA HOTARU!!
Andy: What have I been saying from the bell?! Damn right he won, no one likes Darren Black!
Wolf: Darren gave a very game effort, to say the least. But Sugata came away with his hand raised unfortunately.
Sugata climbs the nearest turnbuckle and celebrates his win, getting booed by the crowd as he does so, only for him to ignore them and continue to celebrate only for the boos to suddenly get louder. Dropping down to the mat he sees the reason why as he looks past the rising Darren Black and sees Butcher Braddock heading towards the ring. As Braddock enters the ring, Sugata slides out under the bottom rope and heads around the ring, heading for the ramp.
Wolf: What’s Braddock doing here now?!
Andy: This is called a receipt. After Aggression, he’s got this coming!
Braddock cracks his knuckles as Black gets to his feet unsteadily, spotting Braddock and launches himself forward into a flying forearm to Braddock’s chest that seems to have no effect on the big arm who grabs hold of Black around the throat with both of his hands and delivers two quick headbutts before he hurls the Georgian backwards into the turnbuckles. With just two steps run up the Butcher hurls his weight into Black in the corner, crushing him before he irish whipped him across the ropes and followed in behind him, leaving his feet once more for another splash in the corner. Darren looked out on his feet as he staggered forward and straight into a running lariat as Braddock had taken off across the ring, bounced off the ropes and almost decapitated Black. Reaching down Braddock hauled Black upwards once more using his nose and hair for leverage and lifted him up into an running powerslam that saw Black hit the mat and bounce before he flopped motionless to the mat. Once more he attempted to pull Darren to his feet only for security to hit the ring; a dozen or so guards getting themselves between Braddock and Black, another six join them. Braddock nodding his head with a smile as he sees the number of men stood in front of them and steps over the top rope, with a look on his face that tells them it’s his choice. As he starts to head towards the back with security ensuring they stay between him and Black, Darren begins to stir in the ring, rolling to the side and grabbing hold of the ropes.
Wolf: This is ridiculous! Why doesn’t Braddock want to face him when he’s fresh and hasn’t already been assaulted by Sugata?!
Andy: Because this is more fun? Duh!
He pulls himself to his feet as Braddock makes it halfway up the ramp only to lose his balance and fall back to a sitting position, glaring a hole through the Butcher as he smirked at him over the now two dozen security guards that stood between them then the show cut elsewhere.
The Class Clown
We fade in to find the Chaos Championship laying down on top of a table, with a pair of hands planted down on the table behind the belt. The camera pans up to see the smiling face of the title's holder, Joe Ragnal.
Joe: I ain't as dumb as I look, am I gals? Now, okay, I think it was clear something was up from the start, but let's be honest, having a baseball bat being threatened to hit you in the head if you don't pay up 500 bucks that I'm never gonna see again? Quite intimidating. Makes me feel safer...if safer was a few several yards away from the both of ya. Then you catch me at a point where I'm too frustrated to read a contract to lookit the fine print, like that two second text at the bottom of those too good to be true As Seen on TV product ads. Timing and all that worked out well for you two, and now we have this match for the Chaos title, which is a handicap bout. FUN times for me, right?
He chuckles to himself.
Joe: But...you kinda messed up on something. You are dealing with a class clown. Becky, Ana, you thought you could pull a fast one on me just to get 500 smackeroos off of me? Well let's make you pay for every penny you took from me. So mking sure Ana couldn't escape to try and help Becka in her SVW Championship Invitational match? Worth it. Interrupting your match and costing you a tag team title opportunity? Definitely got a lot of chuckles out of that. And who knows what I might be bringing to the fray when we duke it out at Climax.
The Innovator of Fully Unrehearsed Nuttiness grabs his title and hoists it over his shoulder.
Joe: All this to swindle me and get a title shot. Dollars & Sense, lemme just let you in on some secret Wall Street information. This match, for this belt? It's gonna be nothing. But. Tons. Of. FUN!
And on that note, Joe walks off, and we fade to the next segment.
It Wasn’t Harmony’s Night
We find ourselves backstage in the Barclays Centre, where the always impeccably dressed Miranda Meadows stands in front of the standard fare oversized SVW logo in a shade of blue so bright it almost slaps you in the face, no doubt the work of Uprising’s General Manager.
Miranda: We are just two weeks away from the pinnacle of the SVW calendar, Climax and the event is set to culminate in a SVW Championship match inside the elimination chamber! Six competitors enter and only one will leave holding the SVW Championship belt with the right to call themselves the best we have to offer. Please welcome my guest, and one of the challengers to the SVW Championship at Climax, Harmony!
The British Vixen appears beside Miranda, dressed up in Balmain jeans and a black and blue Stella McCartney top, her curls flowing over her left shouler.
Harmony: Hi Miranda.
Miranda: Thanks for agreeing to talk to me, Harmony.
Harmony: Pleasures all mine.
Miranda: Last week, you faced off against one of your opponents at Climax in Luther Thunder and needless to say, things didn’t exactly go your way.
Harmony exhales a snort of laughter.
Harmony: That’s putting it mildly.
Miranda: The SVW Faithful are curious as to your thoughts following that match.
Harmony: My thoughts? Well I’m fairly sure Mark Horton didn’t book it as a handicap match but that’s basically what it became.
Miranda nods as she holds the microphone in front of Harmony.
Harmony: It’s fairly well known by now that I don’t like getting screwed over by people sticking their beak in where it doesn’t belong, but it’s okay. What goes around, comes around. Karma will get to the three of them eventually.
Miranda: Many are curious as to whether or not the loss will affect your performance in the Elimination Chamber in two weeks time.
Again, another snort of laughter from the former Defiance Champion.
Harmony: Not at all. Always work on a match by match basis.
Miranda: Speaking of the elimination chamber match, Climax will mark the first time of you challenging for the SVW Championship. How are you feeling about that?
Harmony exhales deeply.
Harmony: I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but this is where we’re all aiming for. This is what all of the blood, sweat and tears has been for, and Climax will be the validation I’ve worked almost eleven long years for.
At that moment the SVW Champion, Kelly Kincaid, enters the shot, already in her ring gear and adjusting the title belt on her shoulder.
Kelly: Eleven years. Wow. That’s a long, long time. I don’t want to make you feel old or anything but...I was like twelve, thirteen years old when you started out. Kinda crazy when you think about it isn’t it? Half a lifetime. And now here we are. Two weeks away from both of us entering an Elimination Chamber, both hoping to be the last one standing; both hoping that in two weeks time we get to leave with this title belt and able to tell the world that we’re the best SVW has to offer - the standard bearer.
She pauses for a moment, allowing a smile to appear on her face.
Kelly: Personally, I’m pretty excited about testing myself against five of the best this company has to offer and ending the night standing tall.
Harmony nods, pursing her lips at the same time.
Harmony: Interesting take on it. I must admit, part of me is a little excited for a new challenge, and honestly? I’m looking forward to the chance to throw down with our illustrious champion, seeing as you’re the only one in the match I haven’t faced yet.
She pauses, shifting her weight from one side to the other.
Harmony: And I will be gunning for you. Just giving you a heads up.
The former acrobat shrugged her shoulders.
Kelly: I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t expect anything less. It’s one of the perks of being a Champion - having that bullseye on your chest with everyone wanting to take a shot at it. And believe me, I’ll be ready for you and everything that you have to throw at me. If nothing else we can both agree that there’s not going to be any easy targets in this match. Despite having already wrestled once at Climax, Misty and Steph will find reserves of energy and that sheer stubbornness that means they’ll go down fighting and do everything to try and take as many people as possible down with them. Luther...well he’s a pretty big guy, a former SVW Champion and willing to end careers if that’s what he got to do. Emma’s as tough as they come and just as experienced as you are. And you...well, you’ve got the heart of a lion, eleven years of desire and maybe a motivation to prove something; to finally reach the top. You’re certainly capable of taking my head off if I take my eyes off of you. Each person in that Chamber represents a different challenge, but I’ve shown time and time again that I don’t quit and that I can always find an answer to every challenge - big or small; fast or slow; brawlers or technical. I find a way to win and I’ll do just that come Climax.
Harmony: You’re right, of course. That match is going to be one of the biggest challenges to date for all of us, but as confident as you sound, I know for a fact it’s playing on your mind that you make the tiniest little mistake, and someone will swoop in, take advantage of it and you’ll find yourself on the outside of the chamber, watching on while the rest of us battle it out for your championship. Just remember that pride comes before a fall. And there are a number of people in that match that would be happy to see you fall.
The blonde just about manages to stifle a laugh.
Kelly: Oh Harm...people have wanted to see me fail my entire career. You kinda get used to that.
Harmony: Don’t I know it. It fuels the fire.
Kelly: You’re damn right it does.
Harmony: What I’m trying to say is don’t get overconfident. Because it’ll be your downfall.
Kelly: I’ve got a pretty good idea what I’m in for. It’s going to the hardest, most difficult, most testing, most taxing match of my life. A career defining match. That I’m damn sure going to be ready for. I know I’ve got the talent and the ability to do so. I know that I got it in me to wrestle the damn near perfect match you’re telling me that I’m going to have wrestle. I know there’s nothing and no-one in this match for me to fear. And IF I fail...I just pick myself back up and I’ll come again.
Harmony nods, giving the champion a once over before extending her hand out to her for a shake.
Harmony: Good luck tonight, and good luck for Climax. I’m definitely looking forward to it.
Kelly nods and shakes Harmony’s hand.
Kelly: Thanks. I’ll see you in the Chamber in two weeks time.
With that the blonde walks off, leaving Harmony to watch her leave before turning back to Miranda.
Harmony: If you’ll excuse me, Miranda. I need to find myself a good spot to watch that match.
And with a polite nod, Harmony leaves Miranda stood by herself.
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(Written by Mark)
Uprising returns from the commercial break as we head back to the ring. John is already standing by with his microphone in hand.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Wolf: Welcome back, fans. Coming up next is a debut for one Jolyne Dysart as she takes on one of SVW’s newer and honestly...more obnoxious signings in Aries Reed.
Andy: I happen to like the guy myself. Don’t be jealous just because he has a hot girlfriend, and you have the Wall Street Journal to come home to.
The opening rant Jay-Z gives to begin "Public Service Announcement" begins, the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way! In a long black jacket and sunglasses, he smirks as he slowly takes the walk down the small ramp to glance over the crowd before chuckling.
John: Now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...he is the Silver Tongued Devil...ARIES REED!
Without hesitation, he makes his way to the ring, all before hopping onto the apron and wiping his boots off before stepping into the ring. He quickly reaches a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to get a reaction, only getting jeers before he hops down and sneers as he starts getting himself ready for the match mentally.
Wolf: Aries will be among the first to remind you he is currently undefeated in SVW, thanks to more than one questionable victory, to say the least.
Andy: There are no asterisks on the paycheck. You get paid the same to win no matter how you do it. Aries is just creative and entertaining about how he does it.
An array of different noises, along with a low and dull strumming of a guitar comes before the eruption of heavy electric guitar and blasting percussions blares out. Jolyne Dysart comes from the back, moving the entranceway curtain out of her face. She stands on the stage for a moment; “My World” by Emigrate blasts behind her. She nods her head a little to the rhythm of her own theme before she heads her way down the ramp. There is a small bit of the previous rhythm still in her step.
She stops mid-way on the ramp, looking through the crowd. She points upward as the singer sings the chorus, “THIS IS MY WORLD”! With a gungho expression, she chuckles to herself. From there, John goes to make the call.
John: Introducing from San Diego, California, weighing in at 140 Lbs, this is JOLYNE DYSAAAAAAAART!
Jolyne takes a moment to stretch out her arms, soaking in the crowd’s reaction. With a deep breath, she points to the ring and then takes off in a sprint towards it. She easily jumps on the ring apron. In another fluid motion, she jumps over the ropes. From the ropes, she goes onto the middle turnbuckle, ascending it. She then stretches her arms to allow the singer to re-iterate her thoughts. “THIS IS MY WORLD!” Jolyne shouts with the singer as she leaps off the turnbuckle and goes over to her corner, a smile dawning on her face.
Wolf: A very emphatic statement from Jolyne Dysart, and she’s said she looks forward to elbowing more than one person in the face. She’s about to start with Aries.
Andy: Everyone talks a big game, she has to actually do it. If she does it, I’ll give her props. Till then, it’s just a lot of hot air from a girl with a moon face.
Angela Rocca called for the bell to start the match, and Aries already began running his mouth as he moved towards the center of the ring. Jolyne’s eyes narrowed as she approached him before he began to make some comments about her appearance and patted her head on the head like a dog. Dysart’s fists clenched at her side as Aries leaned forward, offering her the first punch to his jaw. She didn’t accept….but she did fire a cross elbow shot to it instead that excited the crowd. A series of elbows connected to his jaw one after another, backing him into the ropes before she whipped him into the far side. Reed rebounded quickly, and ate a spinning backfist to the face for his efforts. She followed that up with a flurry of punches one after another with a vengeance that sent him into the ropes again, only for her to drive a knee into his head and clothesline him through the ropes to the floor.
Wolf: My goodness, Jolyne is fury contained in the ring! And she just sent Aries Reed to the floor most unceremoniously.
Andy: What do you expect? She jumped him when he wasn’t ready yet. He was still tapping his chin for her, what a sore sport!
Aries got back to his feet, holding his jaw as Jolyne didn’t wait for anything before she rolled out under the bottom rope and started pasting him again with shots to the head. She bounced his face of the apron before doing the same to the barricade twice more. Reed stumbled and rolled back into the ring as Jolyne stayed right on top of him. He tried to get away from her, only for Dysart to pull him up for an inverted Russian leg sweep to drive him face down into the mat. She quickly rolled him onto his back, mounted his chest, and began driving straight right hands into his head that ignited the crowd before she got to her feet.
Wolf: This is one hell of an offensive flurry, and Aries is getting a beatdown like he’s yet to experience in SVW!
Andy: Get her off him, ref! This is getting ridiculous! All he did was offer her a free shot, not all this!
As Aries tried to get to his feet, Jolyne trapped his arms and began to drive relentless headbutts into his face like a piston. Reed staggered backwards when she let go before she took his head, and drilled him with a jumping DDT. She quickly rolled him over for the cover as Rocca fell to count.
Wolf: No answer to any of this, and Jolyne’s about to hang the first loss on Aries’ record!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Reed got his shoulder up after the two as Jolyne climbed to her feet, showing no wasted motion at all. She leaned down to grab him, only for him to catch her with a palm thrust to the throat that sent her backwards coughing. Aries tried to pull himself together as he looked at Jolyne in disbelief.
Andy: There you go, Aries! Make her choke on it! And don’t let her have any more free shots while you’re at it!
Reed pulled himself together the best he could as he got to his feet, pulling Dysart back towards him before driving several knees into her abdomen to double her over as she tried to catch her breath. He fired her into the nearby corner chest first before Aries ricocheted her back into it with a high knee to the back of her head. She bounced back again into his waiting arms before he snapped off a sharp German suplex that landed her on the back of her head in a heap. Aries was still feeling the effects of the onslaught he received. As Jolyne started to get up, he caught her and sent her to the canvas with a pumphandle suplex before he made a cover. Rocca dropped to count.
Andy: That’s Aries for you! He might have gotten a slow start, but he makes it happen sooner or later.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Dysart kicked out just after the two as Aries got back to his feet, putting a few boots to her body as she tried to sit up. He pulled her up the rest of the way into a butterfly suplex that put her right back on the canvas again before he began to torment the crowd.
Wolf: This is a mistake, Aries has control. But his ego and confidence are going to be his undoing, because we’ve already seen Jolyne will take a mile for every inch he gives her.
When Reed turned back to go get her, he leaned down and got surprised by a small package from the newcomer that brought the crowd to its feet. Rocca dived into position.
Andy: WAIT A MINUTE!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Aries managed to kick out of the hold as he looked up to Rocca. Jolyne sat up and waited for him to turn to face her before she began hammering him with more elbows and fists to the face. The crowd came to their feet as Jolyne did the same, only delivering more blows.
Wolf: He almost got caught, and boy did he turn around right into a buzzsaw! Jolyne is one explosive woman, to say the least!
She pulled Aries to his feet, and fired him into the nearby corner. He crashed back first before Jolyne charged in with an elbow shot to the jaw. She climbed up onto the middle rope, and began to drill ten fists into his head. She looked up to the crowd with a nod of approval before Reed surprised her with an inverted atomic drop out of the corner. It stopped her in her tracks before Reed connected with a ghetto blaster kick to the back of her head that dropped her to the canvas. As he went for a cover, Rocca fell to count.
Wolf: A disastrous version of a Pele kick, and Aries has regained control of this match for the moment. But he better stay on top of her!
Andy: He is, he’s going for the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOO!!
Jolyne shot her arm up before the three as Aries told Rocca to count faster. He got back to his feet as Dysart rolled towards the ropes. As she got up, he moved into position to hit his lungblower, but Jolyne grabbed the top rope and he ended up landing on the back of his head.
Wolf: Reed was going for his 3 Second Delay, but Jolyne had it well scouted! And the pendulum has swung all over again back to her!
Dysart headed for the corner and began to expose her elbow by sliding the pad down, smacking it into her hand to let the crowd what was coming. Aries started to get to his feet as Markus Pascal emerged at the top of the ramp, dressed as though he were going to a gala event. Dysart looked over at him as the pair locked eyes.
Wolf: There’s definitely something going on here, there’s some history between Jolyne and Markus Pascal. He has no reason to be here, I might add.
Andy: You kidding? He’s the best dressed man in the whole building! He adds class to this place just being in it!
As Jolyne stares at him as does the official when she sees him, Aries catches her with a low blow and rolls her up into a pinning predicament. Rocca slid into position to make the count as Aries kicked his feet up onto the middle rope.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The official called for the bell as Reed immediately rolled out of the ring to the floor. Jolyne sat up with a pained expression that changed to anger as she took a swipe at Aries before he got out of the way. Rocca rolled out to the floor to raise his hand to loud boos from the crowd.
Andy: What a brilliant counter! Aries checked to make sure she wasn’t packing any man meat in her tights and got the win!
Wolf: What a load of crap! Jolyne Dysart beat Aries Reed like a drum, and it was only because of that man on the ramp and a low blow that this match ended how it did!
Pascal shook his head as though he were disappointed in Jolyne. She got back to her feet, and invited either him or Aries to come back inside. But Aries had no interest, and Markus rolled his eyes before he spun around and headed into the backstage area again. Jolyne’s angered face was the final image we see before we cut elsewhere in the Barclay’s Center.
A Moment of Charisma
The Barclay Center fans in attendance are talking amongst themselves as we come back from commercial break before green and purple spotlights run through the arena and the crowd goes absolutely postal over the wrestler coming out, already known thanks to a particular W.A.S.P. song. The ramp down to the ring also begins to glow with green and purple music notes.
“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!”
Bright pyros of green and purple begin exploding out from around the top of the stage as Lydia Charisma emerges out of the clouds of smoke with her arms extended outward, spinning around with a smile on her face before stopping to do a little air guitar as a few people in the crowd beginning outright singing along with her entrance music and she walked to the nearest people in the crowd on her way to the ramp with a grin and motions them both to give her a kiss, one a guy, one a girl. She blows a kiss to both before rolling into the ring as her music continues to play, asking John for the mic.
“I'm a liar blindin' your vision, vatican man!
Preachin' fear and usin' religion, with the Bible and Koran!
I wrap myself in the American flag, and tell people I'm for which it stands,
I'm comin' back till you know I'm God, ‘till you believe, till you 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!”.
Lydia smiles as the music begins to die down, the Six String Sinner taking in the cheers of the crowd as she holds the microphone in hands and leans up against the ropes.
Lydia: Chicago, Illinois folks. Chicago, Illinois. Climax. An epic main event the likes that hasn’t been seen in awhile and championship title matches that will be going on left and right and center. I wanna talk about one that’s most important to me, one that’s going to be near and dear to my heart... That being the SVW Pride Championship. Isis and I and Jodie have all kind of found our way to be tied into each other here. Ladies and gentlemen as much charisma as I ooze, your Six String Sinner, your Rock of Ages admits to feeling a little... Nervous. Just a tiny bit nervous you see because I wanna know if there was going to be something settled between myself and The Titaness. The first time? Knock out. Isis gave me the type of fight that you haven’t seen unless you’re in a bar, its three am and you’re about to punch the snot out of someone because you’re fighting over a complete piece of beefcake like... Him.
Lydia points to a completely normal looking fan in the crowd. An average looking guy with shaggy brown hair and a goatee wearing a homemade ‘I Came To See Shane Atwater Make You Tap’ tee. His friends nudge him as he sees Charisma is talking about him and he’s immediately like, ‘fuck yeah!’ and begins swinging his arms around as a small contingent of the crowd begins chanting.
Crowd: BEEFCAKE! BEEFCAKE! BEEFCAKE! BEEFCAKE!
The Six String Sinner looks amused by what she just caused, a small smirk crossing her face before she leans up against on the other side of the ring.
Lydia: So your Six String Sinner goes up against isis again. What happens? Double countout, this time with Isis trying to break yours truly in half with the barricade as the person who came out the worst for it. ISIS WHAT THE FUCK MAN!? THAT BARRICADE HAD A FAMILY! HOW IS BARRY JR. GOING TO GET THROUGH COLLEGE KNOWING HIS DAD IS DDEEEAAAADDDD!! ...Ehem. Anyway, like I was saying. So there’s that situation... But then we’ve got Jodie Gray. The Queen of Games. Now Jodie, Jodie and I have kind gotten to an okay place with each other. You could even say there’s some sort of modicum of... Dare I say it? Hold on folks. Respect. Especially because y’know, Mika Demidov pretty much had to bloody her senseless to keep her down. That speaks volumes of a woman who isn’t about to take shit from no one, myself included. You’re welcome by the way Isis for me stopping Jodie from embarrassing you and choking you out after all that talk about small people and how they shouldn’t be a problem.
Lydia shrugs her shoulders and the Six String Sinner begins to walk around the ring again, hand on her hip and leather skirt straining to contain the gluteus maximus she’s got going on. This was probably on purpose. Honestly, this was very much on purpose given who is wearing it.
Lydia: So guys. We’ve got ourselves a triple threat... Will Isis overcome both a wrestler easily much faster than she is while tussling with someone who has proven she can go blow for blow for blow with her? Will Jodie be able not to become a Jill... Ehem, sorry, a Jodie sandwich since she’s got two giants coming down on her and what about yours truly who has only proven to equal both women in one way or another but not completely dominate either... At least not enough to take that Pride championship of course. Here’s a spoiler for you guys. You wanna know where the next Pride champion is? Whether I’m holding it or not, you’re looking at her. This moment on the biggest show of SVW’s year is the type of thing I’ve been dreaming about in all the time I was getting my ass kicked in backyard companies when I was just a stick of a thing... Still hot though of course.
Charisma laughs.
Lydia: I’ve been given opportunity after opportunity here, getting to be part of War Games and on the winning team I might add... Tousselling with the Amazon, with the Titaness, with the Queen of Games to name a few. Every single match, every single fight has been another chance to show you... Every single one of you what I’ve got and I promise come Climax, you... Heh, and Jodie and our “impressive”...
The Six String Sinner holds her fingers up and makes the quotations with her hands and equal parts of an eyeroll.
Lydia: Pride champion have only gotten to see a taste of what I can do in this ring. When you hear that loud “BOOYAH!” from behind that curtain and here W.A.S.P. ripping through the sound system, you’ll know what’s coming. The Six String Sinner is looking to be the Six String Champion, because she already feels like one. If you don’t know my name by now? It’s Lydia Charisma and I’m OOOOOOZZZIIIINNNNGGGG WWWIIIITTTHHHH CCCHHHAAARRRIIIISSSSMMMMAAAA.... Now. Cue the music.
She drops the microphone with a smirk as “Charisma” by W.A.S.P. hits the sound system once more with feeling as the Brooklyn crowd sing along with her song, that last bit where we stop on before cutting somewhere else.
Crowd: “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!”.
Moxie Never Read the Art of the Deal
Backstage, we find Johnny Moxie walking along a hallway in a dark blue shirt with a pair of jeans. He eventually slows up on his pace and we find out what for as he comes face to face with Max Sutherland, the very man that will be refereeing his match at Climax.
Johnny: What’s up?
He asks as he nods at the former third member of Revolution X. Unsurprisingly, Max doesn’t give him much of a response. After a few seconds, Johnny sighs and reaches up to grab Max by the chin and direct his gaze to him.
Johnny: What in the blue hell is your damned problem?
Johnny shakes his head as Max takes a deep breath, obviously less than pleased at being forced into this conversation.
Johnny: I get it, your butt hurt that I exposed your little buddy Kayden as the sack of crap that he is. But you know what? For as much as that fruity pebble has been dead weight to me over the years, he’s been worse than that to you. You’ve been carrying him since you two were back in Japan. Everywhere you’ve went, he’s gone as well. He’s like a sad little puppy dog, doing nothing but eating the scraps that you or I give him.
This causes Max to look down at the floor for a second before he raises his gaze and turns his head to Moxie, who sighs.
Johnny: Listen, you may not want to talk about it now but just think it over. You’re a smart guy. If you do the right thing at Climax, if you help me put that bastard on the shelf and out of his misery than that does two things. One, it rids us of that dead weight for good. Two, it allows YOU to spread your wings and fly as high as your demented little bat wings can take you. You can become what you’ve always wanted to in this business, you can grab that rusty old spike of yours and run amok on this company and nobody will stop you. I know that I won’t.
He sighs and glares at Max, who isn’t even looking anywhere near him as he avoids all eye contact.
Johnny: When you call for that bell at Climax, Max, listen to your head. Not your heart. Kayden’s an old horse that’s just begging to be taken out back and shot in the back of the head. Hell, if you ask me he deserved to be brought down the glue factory years ago but I didn’t do it because I was too damned kind to do so. But guess what? His time’s run out. Do the right thing at Climax, Max. Because if you don’t……….
He snickers and leans in toward Max as he whispers.
Johnny: You could be next………..
This causes Max to turn his head to Moxie, who backs up a few steps as he obviously wants no part of him right now. He snickers again and nods before turning and walking off down the hall.
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We see a video package of the history of Jessica Anderson treating her biggest fan poorly before Charity finally has enough. From there, we cut back to the live show and back to the ring with John standing in the ring.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Wolf: It’s time for some payback if you’re Charity Deas as she is about to meet the woman she was such a fan of ever and followed here to SVW.
Andy: You can’t be mad at her, who’d want Charity for a fan?! I’d tie her to a chair and leave her under a hornet’s nest, if it were me.
"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 looks as confident as she has ever been. Given her confidence, I’m sure she hasn’t done much in the way of training for this match.
Andy: For Charity?! Why would she? Charity is an idiot, what do you prepare for? What, clean windows you think she might lick?
We just hear dead silence and then, "Not Gonna Take It" plays as Charity just comes down the aisle way with a big smile on her face. She high fives all the wrestling fans who came to watch the show. She is so happy to be here as she gets into the ring and gets ready for action!
John: And her opponent, she hails from Florence, South Carolina. Please welcome….CHARITY!!
Wolf: Unlike her opponent, Charity seems to be focused and determined, look at her face. That’s a woman on a mission.
Andy: She’s probably just trying to remember the words to the alphabet song. The L M N O P part always catches her, I’ve heard.
Referee Billy PHelps calls for the bell as Charity moves towards the center, waving Jessica to her. Anderson leans against the corner with a roll of her eyes until Charity comes towards her. Jessica ducks her head between the ropes, causing the referee to intercept Charity until Jessica thumbs her in the eye. The veteran ducks back into the ring, pushing Phelps to one side and beginning to unload with right hands to her head one after another. She grabs her by the hair and begins to pound her head into the turnbuckle repeatedly again and again. As Charity tries to get her wits about her, Jessica spins her around and catches her with a discus back elbow to the jaw that drops her to her knees. A quick grab of her hair, and Anderson connects with an abbreviated facebuster into the canvas before she gets back to her feet.
Andy: What happened, Wolf? I thought Charity was determined and focused and all that crap. Looks like she’s getting her butt kicked to me.
Wolf: It’s not hard to gain the advantage when you jam your thumb into an opponent’s eye. Jessica is, indeed, in firm control though.
Jessica grabbed Charity’s head, and raked her boot laces across her face. It caused Charity to drop to her hands and knees on the canvas before Anderson bounced off the near side with a leg drop to the back of her head. She quickly rolled her over, grabbing a leg for a cover as Phelps dropped to make the count.
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!!
Charity kicked out just after the two as Jessica got back to her feet, listening to the crowd with a shake of her head. Another boot lace across the eyes connected before Jessica dragged Charity out towards the center of the ring. And with a hook of her waist, she executed a gutwrench suplex onto the canvas. Anderson pressed both knees to her chest, fluffing her hair before telling the referee to count, which Phelps dropped to do.
Wolf: What kind of cover is that?!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!
NOPE!!
Andy: Unfortunately not a good enough one, she should have put one knee across that butterface.
Charity kicked out again as Jessica got back to her feet. A stomp to the face found the mark before she started to pull her back to her feet. A knee to the gut bent Charity over before Jessica took off for the far side, and looking for a high kick to the face. But Charity caught her foot as she stood up. Anderson hopped on one leg, throwing punches trying to catch her. But Charity jerked her foot forward, and pulled Jessica into a short arm clothesline instead. This began to get the crowd back into the match as Charity tried to shake off the cobwebs.
Andy: Lucky shot!
Wolf: Charity caught that foot, and took Anderson down. And now I have a feeling weeks of humiliation are about to exorcised on Jessica Anderson!
As Jessica started to get to her feet, Charity grabbed her arm and whipped her across to the far corner. Anderson connected back first as Charity ran in with a corner clothesline that crunched her against it. She climbed up onto the second turnbuckle, holding up one fist and delivering ten punches into her face that the crowd counted along with her. Anderson stumbled out of the corner before Charity hopped up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside with a double ax handle to the top of her head that staggered Anderson to her knees. The Florence native took off towards the ropes, and delivered a step up enzuigiri to the back of her head that sent Jessica face down on the canvas. She dove over her for a cover!
Wolf: That was a concussive shot right to the head, Charity’s knocked her out!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Anderson got her shoulder up in time as Charity sat up on her knees. She glanced around to the crowd, which was solidly in favor of her at this point. She pulled Jessica back to her feet, whipping her across for the ride. As Anderson rebounded, Charity scooped her up into a tilt-a-whirl into a sidewalk slam on the canvas.
Andy: Okay, who’s teaching this nimrod moves? I refuse to believe she knew how to do that before tonight.
Wolf: Or she could be learning as she goes. A good wrestler doesn’t just rely on what they know without trying to learn.
Charity headed for the nearby corner, climbing back up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside. It looked as though she were trying to connect with a splash, but Anderson got her boot up and caught her on the chin coming down. Charity fell to her knees on the canvas before the veteran sat up, trying to get herself together. A look of annoyance crossed her features as she pulled Charity back up, gave her a kiss, and dropped her with a swinging snap DDT!
Andy: BEAUTIFUL!! That’s Stunned Silence, and Jessica’s about done with Short Bus right now!
Anderson rolled Charity over, hooking the outside leg for the cover as Phelps dropped down to make the count.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! NO!
Charity got her shoulder up just before the three as Jessica looked over to Helps, holding up three fingers...more demanding three only to see two fingers shown back to her.
Wolf: Jessica Anderson may want it to be three, but it was just a two. And she’d be well served to focus on the opponent and not the referee.
Jessica waved her to get up as she leaned against the ropes, trying to catch her breath. Charity was slow to do so though. But when she did, Anderson took off and went for a leaping leg lariat...only Charity caught her leg again. Once more, Jessica was caught on one foot before she got jerked forward and over Charity’s shoulders into an Alabama slam! Anderson bounced off the mat as the crowd came to life all over again.
Wolf: Jessica would fare much better not throwing kicks at Charity, she’s caught every one of them and made her pay for it!
Andy: Even a blind squirrel will find a nut once in awhile, kinda explains how her mother got pregnant, I think.
Charity tried to get her second wind, taking deep breaths as she got back to her feet. Jessica started to do the same, but a bit slower. The Florence native pulled Jessica back to her feet, connecting with a swinging neckbreaker that put her right back on the canvas before Charity got back to her feet and began to pace around the ring.
Wolf: I think Charity’s about had enough of her favorite wrestler, she’s walking with a purpose now!
Andy: No, she isn’t. She just doesn’t know the difference between her right and her left. It doesn’t take much to confuse that idiot.
As Jessica started to get back up, Charity hoisted her up onto her shoulders near the corner and took off towards the center of the ring to deliver a running…
Wolf: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! Where did that come from?!
Charity hooked both legs for the cover as Phelps fell into position.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Phelps called for the bell as Charity sat up with a slightly surprised look. The crowd erupted as Phelps raised her hand in victory.
Andy: …….WHAT THE HELL?!
Wolf: SHE DID IT!! SHE DID IT!! Charity has pulled of the biggest upset of her career!!
Andy: …….WHAT THE HELL?!
John: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match……..CHARITY!!!
Wolf: While my broadcast partner may be in a Stunned Silence of his own, Charity picks up a massive victory here tonight at Uprising! Charity has defeated Jessica Anderson in the middle of the ring!
Charity got back to her feet, beaming now as she let it all sink in. The official raised her once more before he knelt down to check on Jessica. The crowd was very loud for the South Carolina native as Charity looked quite excited as well. Jessica began to get back to her feet, letting it all sink in as well before she turned to Charity and offered her a handshake.
Andy: …….WHAT THE HELL?!
Charity looked down at her hand skeptically before she ultimately took it. Jessica raised her hand after it was finished, telling her she was the better woman tonight...and she was sorry for everything.
Wolf: That takes a lot of class right there. Jessica giving Charity her due, and apologizing for her actions! Maybe I was wrong about her. Maybe we all were!
Andy: …...WHAT THE HELL?!
Anderson rolled out of the ring to the floor, letting Charity have the ring to herself as she celebrated her victory before we cut to a commercial for Climax.
I Liked WarFair Myself
Raquel: Well guys. From our run-ins with Sensitivity Training, what have we learned so far?
Backstage at the Barclay Center, Raquel Fair poses the question to former tag champion ala the Dogs of War (and potential future Pride champion) Colby Morrison, and her tag partner (and also former tag champion) Mickey Scarborough. She puts her hands up as if inquiring to both of them if they happen to have any idea of what they’ve gleaned. Mickey slowly raises her hand as though she’s in class, before saying ‘ooh, ooh, ooh!’. Raquel blinks slightly and the blonde Cali-nadian points at her bestie.
Raquel: Scarborough?
Mickey: That you shouldn’t ask someone to give you their very worst, else they’ll totes take you up on that shit. Also I don’t know who invented the cross-armed DDT or DDX or whatever it’s called but they’re an asshat. Hunter is an asshat for using it, Gilray is an asshat for being the person who probably showed him it, and the inventor is an asshat too, whoever he or she is.
Raquel: I’m surprised you didn’t reward your boyfriend here for coming to your rescue.
Mickey leaned against Colby and gave her other tag partner for Climax a ‘guess what I did grin’.
Raquel: ...Oh, so that’s what that text about paying for a hotel for me was about. I’ll give you the bill later.
The tall Canadian gave her a look that told her no matter how much it was it was totally worth every penny. Then he coughed.
Colby: Well...I mean...she didn’t have...I mean...he was kinda asking for his ass to be kicked right from the start. In fact you can go ahead and write that down as one of the other things we’ve learnt about these guys. Those stood on the outside don’t mind trying to involve themselves. And don’t like it too much if you turn it into an even fight.
He grinned for a moment.
Colby: Also...neither of the women are anywhere near as attractive as Mickey. I mean it’s like not even close you know? No matter what they say, they’re both kinda….meh. Not really special.
Raquel: Mmm, I dunno. The Queen of King County can Space Needle my Seattle anytime...
Mickey: Gross, ‘Quels. Gross.
Raquel: OH DON’T GIVE ME ANY GROSS LIP! I’ll comment on hotness and debate on whoever I want. So alright. They aren’t worried about numbers when fights are unfair but we’ve got a pretty even turn out here. There’s three of us and three of... Well, alright there’s four of them, but there of them will actually be doing the ring work. Just gotta keep an eye on their fourth. Ana. What’s really important here... Like totes totes really important...
Mickey: Shots at gold. Sensitivity Training wins, they immediately kick right up the ranks, and pretty much accomplish what they’ve set out to do. We’re kind of a shortcut in that way. We win... You and me are back in the running for the tag titles. We... Fell by the wayside unfortunately so we gotta find a way to get ourselves right back up there. This cannot be the end I tells ya! I wanna be the the most decorated tag team to be ever seen.... EVAR. Ehem... Of course Colby will get a Pride shot again, which is deserved considering our current champion has kinda.....mmmmaaaayyybbbbeeeee been ducking him. I mean she always talks about her dominance and dominatrix and whatevs but of all the opponents’ she pretty much brushes off, one opponent she didn’t have an answer for. Hey. You working the camera. Him.
Mickey motions at her boyfriend.
Colby: Look...I might not have knocked her out the last time I faced but I did take her to a double count out. So it’s not like she was able to beat me. Scariest thing about her was her seeming desire to wanna snoo-snoo.
He visibly shudders at the idea.
Colby: I mean guys and gals are into that whole hardcore dominance, dominatrix stuff and I can see how … some people might want to space needle her Seattle. More power to them if they do. But I’m not one of them. All I want is another chance to get in that ring with her, fight her and take the Pride title away from her. Bring it home and make sure there’s like three SVW title belts under one roof. Which’d be totally awesome wouldn’t it? And it would be totally awesome to be dating an SVW Tag Team Champion.
Nodding his head, he pauses for a moment, starting to look a little bit sheepish and a teeny bit devilish.
Colby: We’ve so definitely got to win this match at Climax because then it’ll just be a matter time till I am and just a matter of time till Raquel’s presenting me with another hotel bill after the celebration of Mickey winning Tag gold again.
Raquel: I’ll probably never see my room again.
The blonde wrestler noted dryly as Mickey gave her a cheesy thumbs up, rather than trying to stop her worries at all. With a sigh of frustration Raquel sort of threw her arms up as Mickey gave Colby bedroom eyes before snapping out of it and nodded vigorously.
Mickey: So you heard it here, Sensitivity Training. We’re bringing a fight to you at Climax, and not looking to be your stepping stones on the way to a particular space alien and her technical savant partner for tag team gold, or... the male version of what the entire Scarborough Fair used to be. Hey did you get that text message from Twinkletits about wanting to talk?
Raquel: Yep. Deleted it. She blocked me remember?
Mickey: Oh yeah... Anyway, not the point. Point is. The Colborough Fair is coming to take up aallll the shots.
Raquel: ...What happened to War Fair?
Mickey: Colborough Fair is cooler.
Colby shrugged his shoulders as he wrapped an arm around Mickey, hugging her against him as he stole a kiss before the camera cut away elsewhere.
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The lights dim, and the opening drums of “Coward” ring out over the speakers. As the heavy guitars hit, the floor lights come up slightly and tint everything with a bluish hue as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage. He pauses there a moment, head bowed before he looks up, throwing the hood on his vest back and looking out at the crowd before stalking down toward the ring with purpose, only pausing to slap hands with a few fans here and there before making his way to ringside.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California...standing six feet, three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two-hundred-forty pounds...SHANE ATWATER!
He pauses momentarily before climbing onto the apron, kneeling there momentarily with his hand on the top rope, head bowed as he takes a quiet moment to hype himself up before he climbs into the ring, immediately heading to mount the middle turnbuckle in the nearest corner. He takes in the scene a moment longer before throwing a single fist in the air to an eruption of cheers. He nods, the hint of a smirk playing across his face before he climbs down, rubbing his hands together and cracking his neck before heading to his corner to await the start of the match.
Wolf: And to call this match with myself and Andrew Marx, as if having Marx by himself wasn't stupid enough... Skye Armanni. Care to tell us why you're here, Ms. Armanni?
Andy: Have some respect for the woman, Wolf! She's an artist, someone who cares about SVW more than you do! And I'm sure she's only here to make this commentary table more beautiful. You shouldtake one of these paper bags she brought and start helping her out.
Skye: Why, thank goodness SOMEONE here understands! But also... I have a personal thing with one of the contestants in this match, and I want to see him get his ass kicked in person.
The lights dim down in the arena as “"Don't Waste My Time" by Krept & Konan begins to blare through the P.A. system. A few moments pass by as out comes Andrew Moore steps out from the back with Adrianna Felix standing behind him. 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: And coming to the ring hailing from St. Paul, Minnesota weighing in at 195 pounds… He is 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, detectng Skye on the commentary booth and mouthing off at her something nasty. He keeps that cocky grin on his face before backflipping off, only to get a kiss on the cheek from Adrianna which causes him to tell everyone their bitch ain't shit, and especially tht Skye ain't shit -- which makes her show him one of her gift paper bags, which makes him flip her the bird.
Skye: I have one for you right here, come and get it!
Wolf: And here's Andrew Moore's maturity at its finest. He's your ex-boyfriend, isn't he, Ms. Armanni?
Skye: He is, but now I have someone much, MUCH better by my side, who sponsors me and showers me with everything that I deserve so I can help make wherever I go a prettier place.
Andrew and Shane circle one another, with Atwater reminding Moore that HE, and not the lady at ringside, is his opponent. Moore mouths right back, while Shane lifts an arm, inviting Moore into a lock up. Andrew seems to accept the invitation, but whirling under the tied up hands, Moore throws a spinning elbow that misses as Shane lets go of the tie up and ducks. The two wrestlers turn to one another once again, as Andrew pats his arm and then points at his own head, smirking at Shane just rolls his eyes.
Wolf: And there's the arrogance of Andrew Moore, believing to have outsmarted Shane Atwater so easily. Is that a problem of everyone named Andrew, Andrew?
Andy: I'll have you know that being this biased is bad for your health, old man. Can do terrible things to your teeth.
The two wrestlers go for a second lock up, and once again Andrew tries to fool Shane, throwing a knee towards his stomach. Atwater jumps back and finds himself on the ropes, smirking at the opponent, who's still not very much amused, though he is the one inviting Shane for a third lock-up. Atwater thinks a little and eventually raises his arm, the two wrestlers' hands braiding together, as they finally go for the collar and elbow lock up, measuring forces. Andrew begins to throw knees to Shane's stomach, beginning to fold the slightly bigger opponent, but Shane kicks Andrew's low hand, forcing a break, turning on the same axis and twisting his high arm. With the wrenched arm well clutched, Atwater brings his other hand between Andrew's legs nad lifts him in the air, suplexing him into the mat.
Wolf: Nice pumphandle suplex by Shane Atwater, and I believe Andrew Moore is starting to understand things arenot going to be too easy for him tonight.
Andy: It happens when you're too good, you get careless. He'll get back on the ball.
Skye: And I was starting to think you were the only Andrew that was worth a thing, Marx, what a disappointment.
Andy: Ah-- I mean, he's gonna get his butt kicked big time! Big time, I say, haha!
Both Andrew and Shane stand up, and Atwater wastes little time thinking as he runs at Andrew, grabbing him by the arm and pitching him to the far ropes. Andrew plants his feet and sends Shane running instead. Shane hits the ropes and, as he comes back running, Andrew moves to the center of the ring and swings his arm in a clothesline... But Shane slides between Andrew's legs with a baseball slide, standing behind Andrew. As Moore turns to Shane, he eats a dropkick that sends him to the ropes clutching at his chest. Shane runs to the ropes opposite from him, building up his momentum, but as he comes back, Andrew bolts from his side of the ring and meets him at the center of the ring, leaping and striking Atwater with a high knee to the nose. Atwater collapses and rolls to the ring to get some leverage as Andrew gets up and "helps" his opponent up by dragging him to his feet with an arm wrench. Twisting it once again so the two are face to face, Andrew starts throwing a combination of chops and forearms to Shane's chest, with the last being malicious enough to send the Californian wrestler to the mat.
Wolf: Now it's Shane who meets the mat with that well executed combination by Moore.
Skye: Effective. Ugly, but effective. And I can't believe I'm paying compliments to something Andrew Moore is doing.
With a smirk of confidence, Andrew again brings Shane up, this time grabbing a handful of his hair, and drags him to the far corner, pressing him into the turnbuckles. Moore then opens some distance between them and runs up to Shane... who grips the ropes with his both arms and hoists himself up, pistoning his feet into Andrew's chest, knocing the Minnesotan wrestler down, gasping for air. That having happened, Shane throws himself over Andrew and makes the cover.
ONE!
NO! Andrew's shoulder pops up!
Shane rises and starts laying stomps to Andrew's arms, just to soften him up. One of these attempts misses, as Andrew rolls away and then sweeps Shane's leg, tripping him. Rolling to the ropes, Andrew gets up and watches Shane pulling up to his two feet as well. Moore is a second faster than Atwater to get back in the match as he tucks his head under Shane's arm and lifts him into a backdrop driver, knocking Shane into the mat... As Andrew gets up and pops off once again before making his way to the closest corner, holding the top rope and jumping onto the mid rope, flying into Shane with a slingshot senton, sitting on Shane's chest for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Shane's shoulder pops up!
Wolf: One cover apiece and the match continues! That was a beautiful senton Andrew just--
Skye: DO NOT TAINT THE MEANING OF THIS WORD WITH ANYTHING THIS MAN DOES, WOLF RAMSEY, THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!
Wolf: ... what word? 'Beaut--'
Skye: PSSSSSH!!!
Andrew, angered, gets up and starts dishing out stomps and slaps to the top of Shane's head, without giving the opponent any chance to get up to his feet. As Shane doesn't seem to be going anywhere, Andrew moves to the nearest corner, making his way to the top rope, shaking his head at Shane before he leaps with a diving somersault leg drop.. NO! Shane rolls out of the way and sits, watching as Andrew crashes into the mat from the best place of the arena. Quickly bouncing back to his feet, Shane capitalizes on Moore being down and throws a nasty kick to his skull, and the New Age Reckless Jack collapses. With Andrew laid out face down, his hand on his head, Shane picks himself up and grabs Andrew's leg, tying it with his inside leg and then grabbing the other leg and putting him in somewhat of an ankle lock, and the twisting it into the Lightning Lock Omega!
Wolf: The Package! Andrew Moore has been put in The Package, and he has nowhere to go! He may have to tap out!
Skye: I expect nothing from a man who wants to "tap out the world."
Andrew's eyes go wide as he scrapes his way to the ropes, but Shane keeps it as well locked as possible. Eventually, Andrew's persistence pays off, after what feels like almost full minute, if not more, until Moore manages to grab the first rope! Shane is warned about the rope break by the referee and begrudgingly gives him a clean break, allowing Andrew to crawl away from the opponent as fast as possible, nursing his legs. Shaking his head at the opponent, Shane welcomes the distance opened between them and rushes at the Minnseotan wrestler, delivering a soccer kick to his stomach, folding him as Andrew curls up. As Moore brings himself to his fours, Atwater goes for a second soccer kick to his stomach... but this time, Andrew grabs his leg and trips him, bringing him to the mat and then letting Shane taste his own poison as he goes for an anaconda vise!
Wolf: Whatever you can do, I can do too, says Andrew! Anaconda vise, and Shane may--
As Shane struggles, he manages to put the very-much-so-not-a-subissionist Andrew on his back, but Moore lets go as soon as he hears the pin count of 1. Both men get up, and Shane begins throwing a series of European uppercuts to Andrew's head, a barrage that only ends when Andrew slumps to the ropes. Shane then proceeds to warn Moore that he'll show how a submission is done befoe dragging him from the ropes and slamming him down into the mat with a releasing German suplex followed by trapping one of his arms with his legs, and then going for the crossface lock! Andrew struggles to drag himself to the ropes once again, but this time he sees himself with nowhere to go, surrendering and tapping out!
Skye: AAAAAND IT'S OVER! That's what you get for being a cocky idiot, bitch.
John: The winner of this match... SHANE! ATWATER!!!
Wolf: Andrew thought he could fool Shane by putting him in a submission like that, but submissions are Shane's game, and... Well, that's how it ended, and we have a happy Skye Armanni here by our side.
Andy: And happy Skye is best Skye! I mean, look at this million-dollar smile! Look at the exhuberance this woman exhales! How dumb a man does Andrew Moore have to be to dismiss this piece of heaven?!
Wolf: Do you guys need a moment? I can give you a moment.
Shane gets up and shakes his head at Andrew before having his arm raised by the referee. On that, we fade into something completely different...
Dogs AT War
Uprising returns to the back, where we find the Dogs of War but the camera is looking over Zack’s shoulder as he is checking the rumor sites on his phone before he realizes the camera is rolling behind him.
Zack: Wow, now Linda is trying to buy the remains of the Elephant Man to build a shrine to her secret lover.
He shows the article on his phone to Conor & Nancy before he turns, realizing the camera is waiting.
Zack: Oh my bad, should warn a guy when you got that thing on. I know you’re here for. You’re here to hear from the team who’s gonna meet Awesome & Almighty at Climax. Well turns out you found us….or them.
Conor: Of course he did. And can you really blame him for hunting out the most photogenic, handsome, gorgeously amazing, ratings grabbing Canadian hunk in the company. Probably wants to hear about how, at Climax, I’m going to take the fight to the bald headed, wishes he were me, choirboy and his homeless looking buddy that he probably rescued from a soup kitchen...or at least that’ll be the story we’ll hear probably. How he was doing Thunder’s work and helping out in the community. Or maybe he donated the hair off the top of his head so his little buddy could feel just that little bit more masculine with a beard. Or maybe he’s just not allowed near blades - for his own safety you know?
Nancy: I’m sure they’ll appreciate that these GQ fashion tips you’re giving them. Though...I’m not sure you should waste so much effort on their sartorial efforts. Unless you’re planning on yanking him about by the beard. But I’m pretty certain the referee won’t be happy about that. Pretty certain the thing about hair pulling applies no matter where the hair is growing from.
The Canadian shrugged his shoulder.
Conor: I’ve got a five count. And with one good yank I could probably rip it off and send him face first into the canvas. Worth a shot. And I’m fairly certain the referee’d love it as much as the fans. If he sees it. It’s a not holding onto the ropes but….
He raises his eyebrows with a smirk.
Zack: For the record, they started this whole thing which is fine. They got a little disgruntled because they couldn’t get past the BSX after two attempts in a row. The BSX are one of the best teams in the world today. And if you don’t believe me, just check out all the tag titles they hold around these parts. But just because Harry & the Henderson couldn’t get the job done doesn’t mean that these two aren’t interested in giving it a shot. But we gotta climb that ladder, of course. And what better way than facing a team who just got done chasing the champs? At Climax, it’ll be the Dogs versus Awesome & Almighty. And what happened one on one when Cesare met Conor…
He looked up to the Canadian for a moment.
Zack: Surely won’t happen again, now will it?
It almost sounded like he was asking rather than making a point. Conor shook his head.
Conor: Oh Hell No. I’m better than him - better than both of them. And they know it. And if I’m better than them...Nancy is head and shoulders above them. And they know that too. At Climax, the pair of us are going to prove it.
Nancy: They may wanna tell us that they’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes and are on a mission from God but neither of us believe that. There’s just two more assholes looking for a cheap way to justify themselves - believe me, I’ve dealt with enough people like that. At Climax we’re going to put the brakes on that mission; we’re going to cause it to stall and we’re going to be the one’s standing tall. Like Zack said, we’ve got a ladder to climb here. We want to face the BSX and I want to be a two time tag team champion and I’m not going to let a pair of Minions put a crick in that. Or steal a march on us - literally steal it; not on my watch.
Zack pointed to his phone.
Zack: And it’s no rumor who’s going to win at Climax. See you in Chi-town, boys.
And on that note, we fade elsewhere within the United Center.
Kayden with the Counter Offer
Backstage, we find Kayden Christopher walking through catering in his usual purple three pieced suit. He makes his way to the entrance of a hallway when he spots something and makes his way over to the wall, where we find Max Sutherland standing against the white brick wall, a cup of coffee in his hand.
Kayden: Hey, bro. What’s up?
Max shrugs a shoulder silently and Kayden sighs with a nod.
Kayden: I see what Johnny did earlier, pleading his case to you about Climax. It makes me sick, man. I can’t believe he would stoop this low to try and sway you to favor him. But then again, he’s done a lot worse over the years and it goes without saying that we’ve helped him do a lot of it. But I tell you what…….I’m sick of being that asshole’s second fiddle and I’m sure that you’ve got to feel the same.
He shakes his head and leans his shoulder against the wall.
Kayden: Back in Japan we were one of the best teams around and I’d like to think that you and I could get there again. Heck, I think the time’s right for me to make a go on my own and I think you could do the same here in SVW. Without that bigot holding us back and putting targets on our backs with his actions and words, there’s no telling what we can do. I’m not asking you to screw him over at Climax, because that would be sinking down to his level.
He looks at Max, who’s staring down into his coffee and nods.
Kayden: All I’m asking is that you call it down the middle. Because I plan on taking care of the rest and shutting that douche bag up for good. Unlike him, I don’t need the odds tilted in my favor. I’m more than capable of getting the job done on my own and I’m going to prove it to him once that bell rings. Can I count on you to call it down the middle?
After looking into his coffee cup contemplatively and then nods before looking up at Kayden with a stoic expression.
Max: Of course.
Kayden extends his hand to Max, who looks at it for a moment before reaching out and shaking it.
Kayden: Good, let’s make this match at Climax one that Johnny Moxie will never forget.
Max nods at this and we go elsewhere.
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A video package shows the highlights of the Chaos Invitational, showing the path Marla Lee took until she was dethroned by Nathan Thunder who heads into the finals tonight. From there, we head back to ringside.
Wolf: The finals are tonight, and the winner will earn a Chaos Championship match against whomever leaves Climax with the title, either Joe Ragnal or….Dollars & Sense.
Andy: Just say the winner meets Dollars & Sense, he isn’t going to beat two of them working together.
John: The following contest is the final match of the Chaos Invitational, and it will be Falls Count Anywhere! The winner will earn a shot at the SVW Chaos Championship!
Andy: Holy crap, the fight already started in the back!
The show cuts to the back and the first thing we see is Kanna Haroshi driving her barbed wire baseball bat into Nathan Thunder’s spine sending him down to one knee before she delivers another blow to his back this time holding it there as she scrapes it down his spine. Nathan lets out a cry of pain, arching his back as he tried to escape the metal spines only for Kanna to place the bat across his throat and pull back on it as she chokes him out. The referee implores Kanna to relent only to get a disinterested look from the Japanese superstar. Nathan begins to push upwards, getting his feet underneath him before he throws two elbows into his opponents gut. Instead of letting go, Haroshi delivers a headbutt to the back of his head and tightened her grasp on the ball bat, pulling back further once more. Thunder reaches backwards, grabbing hold of her under her legs as he lifts her off her feet into a piggyback and begins to move forward quickly before he swerves to the left, dropping to his knees and driving the woman’s head into the brick wall of the corridor.
Andy: When SVW promotes Falls Count Anywhere, they really mean it! Kanna was smart to go after him in the back, the element of surprise is great!
Wolf: Or she could have let them both get into the ring first, but that’s not how the Worthy operates!
Kanna holds her head as she staggers backwards into the wall opposite, Thunder gasping for breath as he throws Mercy away from him. Still trying to catch his breath and still on his knees he fires a kick backwards into Haroshi’s gut causing her to lean forward and allows him to grab her head, dragging her forward before he uses a snapmare - the woman hitting the wall back first and collapsing down to the floor shoulder first. Kanna started to get back to her feet only for Nathan to once more hook her head as he takes two steps forward and drives her into the floor with a bulldog. He rolled her over and made the cover on her, Billy Phelps falling to the floor to make the count.
One…
T-
Wolf: Nathan with a bulldog to the floor, and a cover but no such luck this early in this all-important match for them both.
Kanna kicks out as Phelps hand rises in the air for the second time and the High Risk Hitman pulls his opponent up to her feet and into a scoop slam before he stomps away on her gut pulling her upright once more and as he does so, Kanna lands a low blow to him, coming up to her feet and grabs hold of him by the hair holding his head in position as she brings alternate knees up into his face, landing ten straight blows before she releases him. As he straightens up Kanna charges forward and takes the man down with a clothesline. Immediately she falls on top of him, but rather than make the pin she wraps her hands around his throat and begins to choke him out. Thunder tries desperately to prise her grip apart only to find it tight as a vice. As his movements start to slow he reaches up and rakes her eyes causing her to break. Rolling up to his knees, Nathan fires off a right hand into the side of her head; Kanna fires back, the pair exchanging blows as they come to their feet and Nathan forces her backwards into the wall with a hard shove, and immediately looks to follow it up with a leaping knee aimed at her head only to get solid wall as Kanna spins away.
Andy: It’s a good thing Nathan caught himself, because I’m pretty sure the wall wasn’t going to worry about his knee!
Wolf: Nathan has excellent reflexes, and was able to stop himself. But Kanna’s already heading back for him.
As he lands on his feet, he grabs hold of his knee and Kanna goes on the attack herself as she grabs one of the large wheeled production boxes and charges with it at Nathan who leaps up a split second before the moment of impact, only for it to still take him out at the knees and leave him sprawled over the top of the box. Reaching forward the Japanese superstar grabs hold of his head and drives him face first into the top of the box before doing it again and again. Finally setting off with him on top of the box once more, pushing it through the curtain and out onto the entrance ramp in front of the crowd. Phelps follows them as Nathan starts to recover, looking over his shoulder at the roar of the crowd and sees Kanna’s intention as she alters the course of the production crate towards the edge of the stage. Scrambling Nathan manages to push upwards and leap forward a mere instant before the crate plunges over the edge and lands on the stage in front of Kanna.
Andy: I love Kanna’s strategy, she was gonna maul Nathan with the crate and send him to the floor with it on top of him!
Wolf: Of course, she is. Because Kanna has a diseased mind, and would come up with something that disgusting.
Haroshi immediately throws a fist aimed at his jaw only for Thunder to duck underneath it, spinning around behind and locking in a rear waistlock that he wastes no time turning into a German suplex. He keeps the rear waistlock applied as he comes to his feet, pulling Kanna up with him and straight into another release German suplex that sends her rolling down the ramp. As Kanna gets to her feet she staggers backward away from Nathan and towards the ring. Thunder doesn’t let her get away that easily though as he gives chase and drives a yakuza kick into her chest. The woman staggers backwards once more towards the ring and again Nathan shows no let up, following after her and lifting her off her feet into a snap suplex that sends her down to the steel of the ring ramp. Once more he makes the cover on the Japanese superstar, Phelps sliding into position to make the count.
One…
Tw-
Andy: It’s gonna take a hellacious beating to put Kanna away, this was way too soon.
Wolf: I’m sure Nathan will be more than happy to oblige her on that end.
Haroshi kicks out and gets pulled to her feet by her opponent who hurls her into the ring apron with an Irish whip, following in behind her and delivering forearms into her lower back. Pulling her back from the ring apron and into a side suplex to the thin matting at ringside. Once more Thunder pulls her up to her feet only to throw her into the ring, looking under the ring and pulling out a chair and clambering up onto the ring apron before he continues to the top rope and leaps off, looking to bring the chair down onto Kanna’s head only for her to leave her feet and deliver a dropkick to the chair, sending it back into the man’s face. He dropped the chair as he fell backwards into the turnbuckle pads, Kanna stepping in close behind him and delivering a series of stiff kicks into his midsection before she lifts him, spins and drives him into the chair with an alabama slam. Rolling over Nathan pushes up onto all fours only for Kanna to leave her feet and curb stomp face first into the canvas.
Wolf: A curb stomp to Nathan’s head, and Kanna is matching Nathan very very well here in this Falls Count Anywhere match!
Andy: Trust me when I tell you there’s no danger of brain damage on Nathan.
As he holds his face in his hands, Kanna undoes the top turnbuckle cover, exposing the steel bolt underneath. Thunder pushes up to his feet slowly and Kanna lunges forward to bite him across the bridge of his nose before she took hold of his wrist and fired him across the ring with an Irish whip, catching him on his return with a discus elbow straight into his nose. The man fell down onto one knee and Kanna hooked his head, snapping off a DDT that planted him into the mat. Thunder almost immediately pushed upwards, shaking his head only for Kanna to use the recovered chair and bring it down upon his spine four times before she sets up the chair in front of him pulling him up to his feet and setting up for a Russian leg sweep that she uses to drive him face first into the set up chair. Nathan rolled away; Kanna grabbing hold of his feet, spreading his legs and delivering a double leg drop right between his legs. The Japanese superstar keeps hold of his legs as she rises upwards and falls backward, sending hi face first into the exposed steel bolt. Thunder staggers backward, Kanna hooking his head from behind and delivering a reverse DDT. As she made the cover the camera showed that Nathan was busted open from the shot.
Wolf: Nathan’s been busted open, this may be the final count now!
One…
Two…
Andy: Nathan got up before the two, but that’s alright. Kanna doesn’t mind beating on him some more.
Thunder rolls his shoulder and Kanna takes up the mount position, driving the point of her elbow into the cut on her opponent’s head, widening it further and causing more blood to spill from his forehead. Kanna brings him up to his feet, scooping him upwards only to drop him throat first over the top rope. Thunder reels backwards, stumbling about on his feet as Haroshi sprints across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and plants a running big boot in his face sending him down to the canvas. He sits up and gets two stiff kicks from his Japanese opponent, the first into his spine, the second to his sternum before she pulls him upright yet again and pulls him into a fisherman driver, holding on for the pinfall as Phelps dives into position to make the count.
One…
Two…
...TH-
Wolf: Another near fall for Nathan, who is still bleeding like a stuck pig. A testament to how tough the man is!
Thunder kicks out of the pinfall and Kanna rolls out of the ring and to the outside, pulling up the ring apron as she hunts for weapons, pulling out a table that she rests against the barricade before going back on the hunt, bringing out a trashcan lid that she throws into the ring. Once more she looks under the ring and this time she finds the rest of the trashcan that is full of kendo sticks, broom and mop handles, a hockey stick, a walking stick and a golf club. Lifting the trashcan up onto the ring apron she attempts to push it into the ring only for Thunder to come to his feet and baseball slide into the trashcan, sending it over Kanna’s head as she sees him coming and ducks. As she stands, Thunder slingshots himself over the top rope and into her with a cross body block.
Wolf: Bleeding or not, he’s not the High Risk Hitman for nothing as Nathan was airborne for a moment!
Andy: What a horrible image to have to look up and see, that nutjob dropping on top of you.
He wipes away the blood from his forehead as he pulls himself up to his feet and into a discus punch to her jaw causing her to reel. Planting his foot the man continues to spin through and caught her perfectly on the jaw with a roundhouse kick. She dropped to one knee and Thunder fired off a stiff kick into the side of her head before he pulled the member of the Worthy upwards and lifted her up so that he could deliver a barricade assisted atomic drop. Kanna sat on the barrier, her face showing agony as Thunder climbed up onto the apron and took two steps forward before he leapt towards her and landed on her shoulders sending her off the barricade using a head scissors takedown and sending her into the steel ring steps. Pulling her away from the steps he makes the cover on the outside.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Wolf: I’ll be impressed if Kanna knows where she is after having her head strike the steps like that!
Kanna kicks out and Nathan checks with the referee who shows him the two count. Grabbing hold of a handful of air he brings her upright and hooks her head as he runs up the stairs attempting a Tornado DDT only for Haroshi to shove him off before he gets started, leaving causing him to land on his ass on the other side of the stairs. Kanna staggers backwards as she regains her balance and charges forward as Nathan gets to his feet, lowering her shoulder and driving the steps away from the ring post and into his knees. Thunder holds his knee cap, rolling back and forth on the floor for a moment before he begins to pull himself up on the steps and slides into the ring only to find Kanna following him, with a kendo stick in her hand. Thunder grabs the golf club from out of the trash can and scrambles to his feet, swinging the club into her ribs as she gets to her hands and knees.
Wolf: Nathan found himself a nine iron there, and he’s wearing Kanna out with it.
Andy: If she gets a chance, she’ll shag his balls with it for him.
Once more he tees off, catching her in her ribs with another swing of the golf club. Kanna rolls away, trying to get separation between the two of them. Thunder goes after her, rising the golf club over his head and brings it down towards her as Haroshi rolls onto her front and brings the trashcan lid up in front of her body; using it as a shield to deflect the blow to one side. With a wild look about his eyes he swung the club again and again and again; each shot only finding the trashcan lid as Kanna continued to use it like a shield finally firing back with the kick from the floor into the side of his injured knee. Another kick followed it and as he dropped to one knee she fired off a shot with the kendo stick to his head. Another kendo stick shot followed it and a third as she finally got to her feet while Nathan dropped to both knees and Kanna lined up his head for a fourth baseball bat like swing that saw her break the kendo stick over his head. Thunder swayed backwards on his haunches looking to be almost out of it as blood covered his face.
Wolf: This match may be closer to the end than the beginning here, I’m not sure Nathan knows what’s going on.
Andy: When does he ever?!
Kanna headed towards the trashcan, rooting about it inside and an evil looking smirk crossed her face as she pulled out two half sized light tubes. Spinning them around her hand she advanced back towards the Thunder and delivered a volley of kicks and punches to his head finishing the combination off by smashing the two light tubes over his head. He dropped backward onto the canvas and Kanna transferred the remains of the two light tubes into one hand drove them down into the top of his head once more with a fist drop. Throwing away the light tubes, Kanna made the cover, hooking both legs as she did so.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Wolf: Good God, how on Earth is Nathan Thunder still fighting back?!
Andy: He’s crazy, a crazy man feels no pain!
The High Risk Hitman rolled his shoulder one more time. Billy Phelps showed the two count to Kanna who shook her head at him, cussing him in Japanese as she showed him it should be a three count. The girl moved towards the trash can, emptying out it’s contents and dragged it back over to her opponent, slamming it down into his gut before she stood it up then pulled him to his feet and sent him across the ring into the corner. Following in behind him she left her feet and delivered a high knee into his jaw that caused him to crumple downwards into a sitting position. Grabbing hold of the trash can she charged towards him, dragging it behind her as she kicked him in the stomach. Placed the trashcan in front of him she backed up to the middle rope and charged in one more time, leaving her feet and hitting a John Woo style dropkick into the trash can crashing it into his stomach.
Wolf: Bleeding from the head already, I think Kanna’s trying to bust him up internally as well.
Andy: Why not? It doesn’t cost anymore! Do it again if you want!
Kanna gets back up to her feet, hurling the badly damaged trash can across the ring and jerked Nathan up to her feet by the hair only to send him out of the corner with a t-bone suplex. Kanna comes back up to her feet and waves Nathan upwards, waiting for him to very slowly come to his knees and as he does so, Kanna skips forward and into the Kanabo buzzsaw kick, Thunder instinctively getting his hands up at the very last moment to take some of the heat out of the kick. Nathan falls back to the canvas and Kanna drops on top of him for the cover, hooking both legs.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!
NO!!!!!!!!
Wolf: The fact Nathan is still conscious says a lot about his toughness, though I can’t see a way for him to recover from all this. Kanna’s going to win this, I think! It’s just a matter of time.
At the very last second Thunder’s body spasms bringing his shoulder up off the mat and Kanna rolls over to a sitting position as Phelps waves off the three count right in front of her, letting her know that it was in fact just a two count. Kanna bounced up to her feet quickly, advancing on the referee who backed away from the angered Worthy member but maintained that it was just a two count and that the shoulder came up before he could completed the three. At that moment “Rev 22:20” by Pucsifer hit the sound system and Crystal Hate strolled out from the back and began to head towards the ring. Kanna turning to face her, moving towards the ring ropes as she did so and holding them open, almost inviting her in. Hate nodded her head as she continued to head towards the ring only to make it halfway before the music died and Marla Lee charged out of the back and spun her around, lighting up Crystal with a series of stern right hands that snapped her head to the side - and the first of which actually caused spit to fly from her mouth. Kanna watched as Marla managed to deliver three right hands before Crystal replied with a thumb to the eye and started to deliver closed fists of her own.
Wolf: Thank goodness for Marla Lee, because you know as well as I do that Crystal was going to get involved in this again!
Andy: It’s not cheating, there are no rules in the Invitational. What business is it of Marla?!
Kanna watches as the two begin to brawl, while Nathan gets to his feet behind her and heads for the nearest corner, climbing up to the top and flying off with a knee aimed straight at the back of Haroshi’s head. Kanna falls into the ring ropes and bounces back into Thunders grasp; the man grabbing hold of her head and charged her forward, driving the top of her head into the exposed turnbuckle bolt. Nathan skips backwards only so that he can get a two step run up and leave his feet, grabbing hold of the back of Kanna’s head and jerking backwards and into the trash can with a jumping reverse bulldog. Kanna writhed in pain on top of the trash can as Nathan quickly used the ropes to drag himself back to his feet, stepping out onto the apron and very quickly climbed to the top rope where he instantly jumped and delivered a frog splash on top of the Japanese superstar. He hooked the legs and Phelps made the count.
Wolf: FROG SPLASH!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!
Andy: This is all Marla’s fault!
Nathan rolled away, wiping blood away from his face and breathing deeply as the bell rung and security came out of the back to separate Marla and Crystal.
John: Here is your winner and winner of the Chaos Invitational…”THE HIGH RISK HITMAN” NATHAN THUNDER!!!
Andy: What a miscarriage of justice! Marla Lee is the reason for all of this!
Wolf: What a load of crap! Marla kept Hate from getting involved again, they’ll meet at Climax! And now the Hitman has won himself a shot at becoming a 2x SVW Chaos Champion!
Slowly Nathan sat up and watched as Marla and Crystal tried to break away from security to get to each other while Phelps raised his hand. He checked that Nathan was okay before he helped him to his feet and raised his hand once more before the show cut elsewhere.
The Darling of the Dirt Sheet
Backstage we find a very annoyed Linda Ragnal, grumbling to herself as she scrolls through her phone.
Linda: This is ridiculous…”T-Ragnal demands being referee in her own matches after seeing Brianna Singer do the same”? “Linda Ragnal demands being general manager over both SVW shows”? “Tyrannosaurus Ragnal…” Okay, why on EARTH would I even do that with ADAM?
With an annoyed grunt, Linda slides her phone back into her pocket, rubbing her hand against her forehead.
Linda: I swear whoever’s doing this…
Voice: Knows exactly how to get under your skin.
The camera zooms out to show Linda’s Climax opponent, Samara Steele walk into the frame, a smirk on those crimson lips.
Samara: I haven’t seen someone in a tizzy like this in a long time, they really have your number don’t they, T-Rag.
The Water Born Phoenix shoots Samara a glare.
Linda: I guess it would have to be someone that knows me inside and out. And given we’re facing one another it wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?
She folds her arms.
Linda: Maybe not you directly, but Mika remembers me from a ways back. I wouldn’t put it past her to pass off some ideas to help you get to me rather easily.
Sam just stared at Linda a moment.
Samara: Why would I bother with dirt sheets when I know I’m going to beat you at Climax? I mean let’s be honest luv, I’ve never been one for mind games, I’d much rather punch your face to mush and prove I’m far better. I mean we both know it so…
Linda: Yeah, funny thing about that...we don’t.
The Ocean’s Beauty smirks.
Linda: That’s the whole point of this fight, Samara, isn’t it? To give you a challenge after you ended Brad Kane’s career? Because you’ve seen what we can do a few weeks back in that six-person tag. I think you know by now Climax isn’t going to be an easy night for either one of us.
Sam scoffed.
Samara: Not my fault you take a while to catch up luv. And besides, ending Brad Kane’s career? He’ll be back in one form or another, but at least you can thank me for the hiatus. And yes, luv, I’ know you’re not a pushover, hence I’m not complaining about facing you. Thought that was obvious. Then again you’ve been so worked up over these little dirt sheets I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re distracted when we face off. Try to stay focused, I’d like a good workout when I win.
Linda: Yes, because I’m sure you’ve never had someone trying to pull your name through the mud before, given the people you surround yourself with inside and out of the ring.
She rolls her eyes before getting serious with Samara.
Linda: I’m going to be focused when it comes to Climax, I promise you. If anything, these stupid headlines are just fuel for whatever anger I’m looking to let out and unleash on you.
Samara: If you say so. Just try not to disappoint, I have high expectations for this match. Need to look good on my way to the top billing after all.
Linda: Right, that was quite the high billing you had, fighting Luther Thunder in the first match of Fearless for the SVW title. Glad to see people remembered you were even in contendership by the end of the fight. Then Kelly won, and the status quo had shifted around immensely.
Sam’s smirk turned from playful to venomous as she took a step forward, eye to eye with Linda.
Samara: Do you want me to dislike you? Is that it? First you bring up my sister for no bloody reason, now little jabs? Maybe the sheets are right, T-Ragnal. Sure seem to have a string of truth to them right now.
Linda: I’m sorry, but you think I’m the only one that wouldn’t pull punches on you? I could name about ten other wrestlers that wouldn’t be afraid to talk to you the same way I would.
Samara: You mean other people talking out of their arses about me? Dime a dozen, luv.
Linda: Then I’ll be sure to give you your dollar’s worth by the time we get to that ring.
Slowly, without taking her eye off Samara, she holds her hand up.
Linda: May the better woman win at Climax.
Samara sucked her teeth but shook Linda’s hand.
Samara: I will.
As the two shake, the camera closes in on their expressions towards one another before we fade out.
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John: The following is your main event... Scheduled for ONE FALL TO THE FINISH and it is... an SVW CHAMPIONSHIP INVITATIONAL!
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 seges 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 corneen 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: Introducing first…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 emerr, leaning against the ropes while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades…
Wolf: I’m joined tonight by one of the women competing for the SVW Pride Championship... Well, a pleasant surprise. Lydia Charisma. Miss Charisma, welcome to the booth.
Lydia: Thanks, Wolf! I’m looking forward to watching this match. Guaranteed to be action bell to bell. Also a plus, these two have fans but aren’t exactly fans of each other.
The arena falls dark as the opening of “Blonde, Bad and Beautiful” by Airbourne plays, Kelly explodes upward out of the middle of the stage as though shot out of a cannon, landing a perfect front somersault in a shower of blue sparks. The girl is joined by Christian Kincaid on the stage. Turning to face her husband, she turns to face him, giving him a big hug as she plants a kiss to his lips. As the music starts to pick up pace once more she starts to run toward the ring, performing a quick cartwheel into a handspring before sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Using the momentum to her advantage, the former acrobat forward rolls to her feet and leaps onto the middle rope. She springboards off the ropes into a backflip and heads towards the corner. The former acrobat runs straight up the pads. Stopping on the top turnbuckle she blows a kiss to the fans and corkscrew flips back to the mat, facing the middle of the ring as she lands.
John: From Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York, 5’5” tall, weighs 115lbs and is accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid. Please welcome...KELLY KINCAID!!!
Wolf: So far our prestigious SVW champion has had an answer for every single opponent that has come her way. They could have been powerful or pure mat technicians through and through and yet there was still an answer one way or the next. Tonight however...
Lydia: Does she need an answer for the man she’s already proven she has the answer too...? Or will Strike prove that he’s far from done with her or this ring quite yet.
DING! DING! DING!
Rocca motions for the bell to ring as Strike goes to get Kelly in a collar elbow tie-up but the SVW champion slips through his grasp before she begins peppering him with a few spinning uppercuts, doing an entire revolution each time to pop him one under the jaw. He takes about three before she grabs him by the wrist and irish-whips him. He counters the irish-whip and sends Kelly back into the ropes, to which she rebounds into a springboard and launches herself at Strike, peppering him in the face with a mounted set of punches, raining blows down on the veteran before rolling on her back and getting off of him. Just as Strike stands up she’s already up in the air, coming at him with a dropkick...
...And he just walks out of the way, in the most total asshole fashion. Obviously the way he was stepping makes it obvious that Strike was moving a little faster than just walking out of the way, but he sells it as though it was the matter before he looks at Kelly and and gently applauds her efforts on how she tried to kick him before he stands in a guarded stance as if welcoming her to try that again. She eyes him up without saying a word before standing straight and then going for a spinning heel kick. The veteran stops it short and with a firm grasp the War Machine snaps her leg with a Dragon Screw, sending her to the ground before he runs towards the ropes and just as she pops up he goes for a flying forearm smash. Kincaid ducks it, the SVW champion rolling forward before stepping up and leaping at him, going for a jawbreaker with her arms around his head. He stops this by grabbing her wrists and keeping his footing before shoving her into the corner and then pumping shoulder thrusts into her gut in the corner, grabbing the ropes and hounding in one after the next before he grabs her by the wrist, irish-whipping her to the opposite corner as Rocca watches and he does it again. He picks up where he left off, pumping in another series of stiff shoulder thrusts before Kelly stumbles out into a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridging pin!
OOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWW---
KICKOUT!!
Kelly gets the arm up and Rocca motions to the Barclay Center’s growing attentiveness to the match. Strike puts a hand on the back of her head and begins catching her across the forehead with stiff right hands.
Wolf: Strike is already taking it to the SVW champion in the early goings of this match here, just focusing entirely on her abdomen. He isn’t trying to slow her down by the legs, he isn’t trying to match her blow for blow...
Lydia: With as much as Kelly moves about in the ring, she has to train her core immensely so its hard to imagine he’s going be that effective of doing all of this. I don’t quite get his endgame here. Is... Is that a VARJA in reverse?!
Strike gets Kelly in a neckbreaker position instead of the three-fourth quarter-lock needed for an Asai DDT. Everyone in the Brooklyn crowd looks confused by this, Rocca and Christian especially but Strike who immediately uses the second and third ropes to run up and do a flip over Kincaid, her head cradled by his grip in this position instead of being spiked into the mat... But her entire front slamming hard into the mat, causing the SVW champion to roll around on the mat, hugging her ribs and stomach in pain as Strike gets up again and forces her up against the turnbuckle. He slams the shoulder thrusts into her abdomen more slowly this time, measuring each, individual blow with his boots planted into the ground before pushing off the mat and using his entire frame. He gets off about five more before Kelly drops to her knees out of the corner. Strike gets up onto the second rope as she rolls over onto her back and he drops a knee into her gut, causing her to roll away again, but Strike isn’t done with her and forces the SVW champion up. The War Machine quickly cinches in an abdominal stretch in the middle of the ring.
Almost immediately Rocca asks Kelly if she wants to quit but the blonde bombshell shakes her head and reaches for the ropes with a free hand before realizing the fruitlessness of the situation. She pops Strike in the head a few times but the War Machine answers the acrobat back by wrenching her forward as she feels the pain running through her entire core and looks as though she’s being stuck with daggers. She begins to draw breaths, looking at how to escape the hold as Strike wrenches on it again. He pulls her again, stretching her but Kelly has had enough by this point and uses her free hand to begin peppering across the forehead, one shot after the next with quick blows before his grasp on her loosens. The Acrobat slips an arm away before she stands up and hooks an arm around Strike’s neck before spinning out and hitting him with a modified corkscrew neckbreaker! Strike goes down but once the War Machine is back up again Kelly is off to the races, running towards the ropes and handspringing into a second backflip that catches him with an upside down knee to the head, sending Strike RIGHT back down to the mat. Kincaid isn’t done with him however, the SVW champion running towards the ropes and springing off into a corkscrew crossbody, crashing in top of his head back first before laying on him for a cover, hooking a leg as she looks up at the lights!
OOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWW---
KICKOUT!!
Lydia: With one move, the champion changes the entire complexion of this match and already she’s throwing everything at the War Machine but he’s gotta get himself back up and in there.
Wolf: Kickout from Strike, gets his shoulder up but just like he’s picked Kelly’s entire abdomen as his target, it looks like the War Machine’s head is the target of the SVW champion.
Rocca motions a two count of Kincaid, but Double K waves her off and cartwheels into an elbow drop on Strike, before she gets up and drops an elbow drop into him.... Followed by another, and another and another and another with the crowd counting down with every pinpoint elbow drop that finds itself landing into the dome of the War Machine. He keeps taking them, finally Kelly stopping at nine before she springboards into the air and spins around, coming down with a final elbow drop in his head! Strike rolls around off the mat, hugging his head in pain but the SVW champion runs behind him, coming towards him and dropkicking him in the back and sending his entire front to hang between the first and second ropes. Kelly runs towards the opposite ropes, rebounding to fosbury flop over the ropes and land clear in a crouch on the ground before standing up and CLAPPING the taste out of Strike’s mouth with both hands coming up and slapping him across the mouth!
Strike gets back off the rope, the War Machine rubbing his jaw with his forearm in pain. He sees Kelly coming at him and catches the SVW champion with european uppercut to stop her from getting a complete shift of momentum on him before swinging again for her head. She ducks it, turning around and setting him up to get her in a reverse DDT, catching her in an inverted facelock. Kelly grabs his wrist however and twists it into an armbar. She quickly pulls him into the corner before running up the top rope, forcing him to bed as she makes it halfway across the ropes before kicking him in the ribs as she releases the armbar, flipping off the ropes and somersaulting into a neckbreaker that makes Strike stand on his head with the way she plants him before he drops on the mat and lays, Kelly rolling him over and the SVW champion getting the pin!
Wolf: HIGH! FLYING! TRAPEZE!
OOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!
KICKOUT!!
Lydia: Hoo lordy that was close. Two count once again, closer to three and Strike gets dropped by the champ, well... Like a champ. I think Kelly put the extra pepper on that one.
Strike is reaching for the ropes, hand raised up but the rest of him is quite prone as he lays there. Kincaid looks over at Christian who begins telling her something, but not before arguing with Rocca for a second about that being closer to a three. She nods once as a sign of acknowledgement before wrapping her hands around the War Machine’s neck as the Brooklyn crowd continues to be split down the middle for the two competitors. He punches the mat with both hands and catches Kincaid off guard with a stiff right to the abdomen, followed by another. Kelly looks like she wasn’t expecting either one, holding her ribs before Strike gets up and spins her around to lift her up and drop her on the back of her neck and head onto the turnbuckle with a backdrop! She’s down, hugging her head in pain as Strike goes for another second rope knee drop and slams it into her ribs, front and center and making her hug her abdomen now before he gets her up from the ground. He goes to hit her with an uppercut but Kelly has none of it and leaps for a leg lariat, but misses as Strike ducks, rebounds and goes for a low aiming flying forearm into the gut!
The SVW champ stands up, staggered just as Strike comes back and spins around before catching her with a stiff kesagiri chop across the chest, and then hits her with a spinning one this time around. She puts her arms up over her chest defensively but the War Machine gets behind her before getting her in a full-nelson and then flinging her upward to drop her across his knees into a gutbuster before he completely switches the full into a half and then powering her up and over into a suplex, her legs dangling over as she gets the pin, the War Machine holding her down...!
OOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!
TTTTHHHRREEE---
...
KICKOUT!!
Lydia: FINAL X-STRIKE! STILL NOT ENOUGH!
Crowd: FIGHT FOREVER! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* FIGHT FOREVER! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* FIGHT FOREVER! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* FIGHT FOREVER! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* FIGHT FOREVER! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
While the crowd is certainly behind this idea in Brooklyn, the two wrestlers look as if they aren’t exactly of the same opinion, Strike looking irritated as he motions a three count to Rocca who shakes her head.... Not unlike Kelly earlier, ironically. He gets up and puts a hand on her neck, looking at his palm and nodding to himself that it’s looking to be about that time. He forces her up to her feet, and gets ready for that stiff Shotei, aiming low however but Kelly beats him to the punch with a pele... Knee? The best way the move could be described as Strike rolls out of the ring, hand on his head but this puts him in prime positioning as Kelly runs through the ropes and spins out like a torpedo, hitting him with a spinning suicide dive that takes both competitors out. The SVW champion hugs her abdomen before putting the boots to Strike, and then hopping onto the apron before executing a front flip into a leg lariat and knocking Strike back down. The War Machine is still getting himself back up off the ground, peeling himself off before reaching on the apron.
He rolls back into the ring and Kincaid leaps once more, looking for a double leg drop, but Strike rolls away as does Kelly. He takes off after her but she ducks him, kicks off the corner ropes and stiff him with a spinning roundhouse from off the ropes (like a disaster of some sort in kick form), and putting him down on the mat, laying there and staring up at the lights. With the War Machine stunned, Kelly looks to the top rope, only unsure for half a second before she scales the very top. She leaps with ease, executing the shooting star and comes down right on Strike’s frame. He doesn’t lift his knees at the last second, taking the brunt of the impact... But after all the damage focused on her ribs and the core of her body, she rolls around in pain, seeming to regret it. Double K shakes her head however and throws both arms over Strike!
Wolf: THE FLIGHT PATH!
OOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!
TTTTHHHRREEE---
...
KICKOUT!!
Lydia: ...Wow. I thought that was going to be it Wolf. That had to be so... sssoooooooooo close. Like I dunno if Strike knows where he is, I’m kinda doubting Kelly is that far behind either.
Kincaid rolls around on the mat and sits on her knees as Strike struggles to even get on all fours. She punches the mat once before standing behind him, waiting... Waiting to get the spiked hurricanrana that will lead to her aerial combination and hopefully the end of this match. Strike finally stands up... The SVW champion running towards him and leaping to jump on his shoulders...
....
And Strike answers her by spinning around and catching her with a Shotei right under the ribs!!
The crowd sees it come out of nowhere as Kincaid goes downward to the mat, dropping in a spread eagled position, as Strike doesn’t fair much better, collapsing right on top of her with an arm extended out to make the pin... Both competitors spent as Rocca makes the count!
OOOONNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!
...
...
TTTHHHHRRREEEEE!!
DING! DING! DING!
John: Here is your winner... “THE WAR MACHINE” CCCHHHRRRIIISSSSS SSSTTRRIIIIKKKKKEEE!!
Wolf: The score ladies and gentlemen is one to one between the SVW Champion and The War Machine and BOTH times, BOTH times it came down to the other playing spoiler during the invitational! Chris Strike once again has a shot at the SVW championship! I... I’m being told DIRECTLY from Stryfe himself that after Climax, whoever is the champion... Strike is going to be waiting!
Lydia: It was an amazing match from both sides though Wolf and both competitors can barely work themselves to a standing--
”I'm a soldier, znachit ya!
I otvyetchik i sud'ya!
Ya stoyu na dvukh kontsakh ognya!
Ogibaya virazhi, obgonyaya smyert' i zhizn'!
Ya byegu srazit'sya s tyen'yu lzhi!”
Lydia: --Oh sweet merciful Jesus, not now. She’s not going to!
Instead of the music of The War Machine, “Rise” by Origa begins playing as Mika Demidov comes out with a warm smile... That’s absolutely chilling to everyone else in the arena, The Barclay Center booing Mika as though she had just taken a life. With the briefcase in hand, she begins walking to the ramp, met by Angela Rocca who rolls out. Kelly has been helped to a standing position by Christian and Strike is holding onto the ropes as The Red Star holds the Midas--- Mika’s Touch briefcase up for the world to see.
The crowd continues to boo The Red Star, waiting... Waiting like everyone for her to do what they all expect her to.
Angela Rocca holds her hands out to accept Mika’s briefcase...
...
...
..
And Mika instead holds it under her arm and begins applauding for both competitors with a smile still on her face. She looks at Strike specifically, before looking down at her briefcase and begins applauding him.
Wolf: ...Mika coming out for no other reason than just to survey and seemingly tease cashing in... Playing mind games with both the champion and Strike. Ladies and gentlemen.. Climax awaits us all. I’m Wolf Ramsey and for all my commentary partners... Good night. We’ll see you in Chicago.
The last image isn’t one of the victor Chris Strike, the champion Kelly, or her title. It is on that briefcase that reads so simply, “Mika’s Touch”.
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