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Live from the United Center in Chicago, Illinois
September 11, 2016
The SVW logo explodes in enthusiasm as it turns on the television, and we go live...in the parking lot of the United Center. There we find several security guards lined up five in a row with their hands clasped in front of them before Uprising General Manager Demetrius Orlando Crane approaches in a salt and pepper suit.
DOC: Alright, boys! Ya’ll know the drill. DOC expecting a big guest tonight. Ya’ll know who Samantha Star is, right? FFW head girl? Ya hear me?
The security team all nod about know who the owner of FFW is as DOC claps his hands with a smile.
DOC: That’s good, that’s good. When she gets here, I want you to take her directly to my office. And you’re in charge of personal security. You don’t let people bother her or get within arm’s reach of her. She has official D-O-C-V-I-P status, ya feel me?
Again, the security team nods as DOC starts to rub his hands together.
DOC: That’s what I’m talking about right there! Tonight is the biggest night in DOC’s career as a manager, and I’m gonna do it up right! Keep an eye out, she could be here any minute, players!
He smacks one of them on the arm before handing him a five dollar bill before he heads back into the United Center. The camera follows along behind him as he winds through production staff and arena employees before he turns a corner and runs into Mark, who gets a pop from the crowd.
DOC: Big M, what do you want? DOC ain’t got time for nonsense, Climax is my show and I gotta make it big!
Mark takes a deep breath at this.
Mark: Climax is SVW’s show, not yours. But look, I didn’t come here to argue with you or compare notes. I just want us to make a little deal between you and I.
DOC: DOC all about making deals, what you got?
Mark: You and I haven’t been the best of friends since this began, we just see things differently. You’ve undercut me more than once since you got this job. But tonight, I’d like to call a truce. I’d like to bury the hatchet. You don’t get in my way, I won’t get in yours. Because if we can’t find a way to make this work, Stryfe’s going to put someone in charge of both of us. And I don’t know who that is. I don’t want to find out either. We’re adults, we should be able to work together for the betterment of this company.
DOC rubs his chin before giving Mark a pat on the shoulder.
DOC: Don’t worry, Stryfe loves DOC! I get a ‘thank you’ note every week for everything I’ve done for SVW. Now what MAY be happening is not so much someone in charge of us as much as...someone replacing YOU.
DOC shakes his head as he looks up at Mark.
DOC: Because let’s be honest, you been slacking. You been falling behind. Uprising became the A show, and Aggression’s supposed to be the flagship of this place. But since DOC took over Uprising, we been dominating. So I think you should be less worried about someone overlooking us….and more worried that you may be out of a job over on Aggression. Ya feel me? Good luck on that 100th show deal. And if you don’t get to make it to 110, DOC always got a place for you working for me.
He fishes out a ten dollar bill, slapping it into Mark’s hand before he walks away. And as he leaves, the Aggression General Manager looks to be fuming. And on that, we cut to the opening video for Climax highlighting the Elimination Chambe for the SVW Champion as well as the other title matches with “Written in the Stars” by Tinie Tempah & Eric Turner as the theme.
The show heads up to the ring as we see John Youle dressed in a suit and tie with his trusty microphone in hand.
John: The opening contest of Climax is for the SVW Defiance Championship!
Wolf: Hello everyone, and welcome to the United Center in Chicago, Illinois! We’re in SVW’s hometown for the sixth annual Climax, and we are going to kick the show off with the Defiance title on the line. A very uncustomary opening match, but considering both women will be in the Chamber tonight, SVW management has decided to give them as much time as possible between matches.
Andy: This was kinda like what happened at Fearless when we opened with the first of two SVW Championship matches.
The music starts, as the crowd quiets. A spotlight appears at the top of the ramp…but after a few moments nobody shows. The spotlight starts combing the arena, followed by another spotlight, and a third as the song starts.
Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR, transmissions will resume
They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
(So come on!)
The spotlights race around for a moment until one finally stops in the middle of the crowd, revealing Misty standing amongst the fans. She raises her fist with a cry and a grin as the fans nearby cheer and do the same.
John: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario Canada. The Voice of the People....MISTY WHITMORE!!!
The young wrestler then makes a B-line for the ring, slapping hands of fans before hopping the barricade. Misty climbs onto the ring apron and looks out at the crowd, holding a hand over her brow with a grin. Leaping over the top rope Misty runs to the opposite corner, climbing up the corner and singing out the chorus with the fans, raising her fist with every phrase.
They will not force us!
They will stop degrading us!
They will not control us!
We will be victorious!
So come on!
Misty jumps down from the corner, fists raised and ready for the match.
Wolf: Steph Stefano has tried not to irritate Misty Whitmore since this match was announced, but believe me when I tell you it hasn’t worked too well. And tonight, Steph or this young lady right here could make SVW history!
Andy: I wouldn’t hold my breath, Wolfaluffakins. So Misty gets angry sometimes, big whoopty do there! I’m sure Steph can handle it.
“A little wicked... That’s what he calls me... ‘Cause that’s what I am...
...That’s what I am.”
The arena is bathed in green spotlights as Christian Kincaid stops after coming through the curtain at the top of the ramp. He smiles slightly, looking back behind him as Stephanie Stefano emerges shortly after him in her ring gear with a leather jacket as she stares out at the crowd as they boo her. She continues to stand with Kincaid who takes the rolled up newspaper from her that she has in hand. Finally the two of them walk to the ring, dead set as Steph finishes up wrapping her left hand and shrugs the championship on her shoulder a little higher.
“No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne,
No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.
Beware the patient woman, cause this much I know,
No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.”
John: Coming to the ring accompanied by Christian Kincaid... From Berkeley, California and weighing in at none of your business...Your reigning defender of the SVW Defiance Championship... STEPHANIE STEFANO!!
“CAUSE I AM, I AM A LITTLE WICKED! I AM, IAM...!
HANDS RED, HANDS RED JUST LIKE HE SAID!
I AM...A LITTLE WICKED.”
The wicked wrestler stands in the center of the ring, wrists crossed and head bowed as the green spotlights bathe her while CK is leaned in the corner with a smirk before her song fades out and the lighting returns to normal.
Andy: Here’s my hero, to be honest. Steph encompasses everything a champion should be in wrestling. And she’s my pick to become SVW Champion and retain her title as well tonight.
Wolf: I’m not surprised you feel that way. If either one of these women could do that, they would make a great deal of history here tonight at Climax!
Referee Angela Rocca takes the title from Steph, who hands it over reluctantly before the official raises it over her head and calls for the bell. John takes the title with him as he leaves the ring before Steph and Misty head towards the center. The champion immediately begins talking to Misty as the camera zooms in and tries to pick up some of what’s being said. Steph offers Misty to finish the match quickly so they’d both be fine for the Chamber. Misty stares at her as Steph asks her if she wants to lay down so they’d be fresh for the Chamber, which she pointed up at above the ring. Misty shook her head with a stony face as she looked up to the Elimination Chamber over the ring...before Steph let out a long sigh and nailed her with a right hand to the head. Three more connected as she laid into Misty, asking her why she had to make this hard on them both. She pulled the challenger’s head down to drive knees into her face before she scooped her for a sidewalk slam. It landed perfectly before she grabbed the outside leg quickly, demanding a count as Rocca dropped to make it.
Wolf: Did she really just try to talk Misty into laying down?! Seriously!?
Andy: I think that was pretty magnanimous of her, if you ask me. She’s basically telling her she isn’t going to win now, so might as well be fresh for the Chamber. But Misty’s selfish!
As the referee went to count though, Misty kicked out before the one even got to the canvas Steph hammered a few shots into her head with a closed fist before she got back to her feet. She jerked Misty up with her, driving more knees into her ribs to double her over before she scooped her up for what looked like a powerslam. But Misty slid out the back and landed on her feet. And when the champion turned around, Misty connected flush with a spinning roundhouse kick to the jaw before Steph fell like a giant oak to the canvas. Whitmore caught her with a diving elbow to the head before she had a chance to do much of anything. The fans responded in kind as Misty took off for the far side. Stefano started to sit up, only to eat a basement dropkick to the chest that put her right back down once again. Whitmore left her feet for a double leg drop across her chest before she grabbed Steph’s near leg to hook it for the cover. Rocca dropped to count.
ONE!!
NOPE!
Andy: Two covers already, but neither of them even got a two. And that first one...she was out before the one! Misty should be checked for supplements.
Wolf: What an asinine charge to make! Misty didn’t come to Climax to lay down for anyone! She came to unify SVW’s two most prestigious titles.
The gymnast got back to her feet. Steph began to do the same before Misty pinned her arm above her head, and began to unleash a relentless flurry of kicks to the body one after another. It doubled Steph over, clutching her ribs. As Steph began to stand up, Misty bounced off the near side with a double rotation flying headscissors that drove the champion’s head into the canvas. She quickly hooked the outside leg on impact, going for a cover before Rocca dropped to count.
Andy: Misty looked like a satellite orbiting Steph right there!
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Steph kicked out after the two struck the mat as Misty got back to her feet, not wasting a single moment of her time. She headed for the corner this time as Steph started back to her feet, stumbling near her before Whitmore grabbed her head and connected with a tornado DDT! Stefano stood on top of her head for a half second before she hit the mat.
Wolf: Look at that! The Defiance Champion’s getting dropped on her head repeatedly, and Misty Whitmore is closing in on the Defiance Championship!
As Steph tried to sit up, Misty used a handspring into a splash on top of her before she grabbed the outside leg once more for the cover.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
The champion got her shoulder up again as the crowd was getting louder in support of Misty. The gymnast hopped to her feet, heading for the corner once more and climbing to the top rope. She perched herself as she waited for Steph to get up.
Andy: Uh Steph, maybe you should stay down! That seems to be where Misty wants to keep you!
Wolf: I have no idea what she’s going to do up there, but it won’t be good for the champion!
Steph began to stir again, finally beginning to get back up to her feet. When she turned in the right direction, Misty flew off the top directly at her. But the champion caught her in midair and drilled her with a massive spinebuster. Whitmore clutched her back in pain as Steph got to her hands and knees, gasping to catch her breath and try to get her wits about her after all she’d absorbed.
Andy: It doesn’t matter what she was trying to do, what she got for it was a huge spinebuster! Steph needs to clear the cobwebs though!
Wolf: An absolutely devastating counter from Steph Stefano, but you’re right about one thing. She’s been battered, and can’t follow up as quickly as she normally would.
Christian shouted some advice to Steph as the brunette started to get to her feet in the ring finally. She apparently heard him, giving a nod till she saw Misty starting to get up. She approached her quickly, delivering a hair pull backbreaker to put her back down. A knee drop landed into her forehead once and then again as Steph rolled her over and left her feet with a cannonball onto her lower back as she tried to get up.
Wolf: Steph using her slight size advantage to her benefit, and is starting to chain together some offense here. But you can tell she’s still pretty dazed.
Andy: Of course, she is! She got dropped on her head about a half dozen times. You would be too, if there was anything up there to rattle.
Misty tried to get away from her as Steph stalked towards her, pulling her to her feet from behind to drive a few forearms into her lower back. A kidney punch froze the gymnast in place before Steph spun her around, planted her head and sent her into the corner with a turnbuckle powerbomb. Whitmore hung in place by her arms for only a second before Steph grabbed her arm, and whipped her across with velocity into the far corner. Misty struck again, causing her to freeze in pain before Steph took her hand and did it again. A second time saw Misty strike the far corner back first. Steph gave her one more Irish whip, this time into the ropes. And as she rebounded, Stefano caught her with a pop-up lariat!
Andy: DEBT COLLECTOR! Now cover her, and go get ready for the Chamber! Hey, I think she heard me!
Steph dropped down for the cover, hooking Misty’s leg in the process before the referee dropped down to make the count.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Misty got her shoulder up before the three. Steph checked with the official, who held up two fingers before she got to her feet. Stefano grabbed her legs, and applied her reverse Boston Crab, leaning over and causing Misty to grimace in pain.
Wolf: The lariat didn’t get the job done, but now Steph has the RATINGS SPIKE applied. She may make Misty tap out right here, and remember they both have to come back and compete in the Chamber!
The referee dropped down, asking Misty if she wanted to submit. But the gymnast refused that idea, telling her a loud no as Steph tried to apply even more pressure. Whitmore’s face tightened even more in pain as Stefano told her to quit, so they’d have a chance later. Misty gave her a very similar answer as well. The fans started chanting for the challenger again, trying to give her the incentive she needed before Whitmore propped up on her elbows with an agonized look...and began to walk herself backwards with them on the canvas. Steph’s eyes widened as she hadn’t seen anything like that before as Misty got near the ropes, and wrapped her arm around the bottom strand. Rocca called for the break as Steph held till the four before letting go.
Andy: How the hell did she do that?! I’ve never seen that before!
Wolf: Sheer determination, that’s how! Misty Whitmore did not come to Climax to do anything short of capture two championships! She can’t do that without winning this match!
Steph went to grab her feet as Misty started firing kicks into her head one after another. They wobbled the champion backwards a couple steps before she regained her balance and went for her again. This time, Misty surprised her with a drop toe hold that sent her leaning over the middle rope. She climbed back to her feet, glancing to see Steph still hanging over the rope before she took off for the far side and came back with a 619 that sent Steph backwards in a heap!
Wolf: TIGER FEINT KICK...MISTY’S GONNA BE DEFIANCE CHAMPION!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOO!!
Stefano got her shoulder up before the three came down as Misty sat up on her knees, trying to collect herself as she glanced over to the referee who reminded her it was just a two.
Andy: No, she isn’t! Stop cheerleading for the little rat, she’s never gonna beat Steph!
She headed towards the corner, and began to drive her fists into the mat like a drum. The crowd came to its feet, and began to stomp with her and getting louder in the process.
Wolf: You know what’s coming!! They are standing in Chicago!!
Andy: I know what it is….this isn’t right, man!
Steph crawled a couple feet towards the corner as Misty pounded the mat on the other side. As soon as Steph rose, Misty charged like a cheetah towards her. Christian hopped up on the apron as the referee went to intercept him. And as Misty left her feet, Steph clubbed her in the side of the head with the newspaper and dropped her in midair! Whitmore collapsed like a sack of bricks right there as Christian hopped down off the apron after Steph sent the paper rolling to the flooor!
Wolf: WHAT A LOAD OF GARBAGE! STEFANO’S GONNA STEAL THIS WITH THAT DAMN PIPE!
Steph crawled over her, hooking the outside leg as Rocca spun back to make the count!
Andy: YES YES YES YES YES!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!
Misty’s arm came up before the three as the fans came back to their feet in unison. Steph’s eyes looked at the referee in bewilderment as Rocca held up two fingers to Steph’s three.
Andy: NO NO NO NO NO!!
Wolf: Misty got the shoulder up! And Stefano can’t believe it!
Andy: Join the freakin’ club!
Steph looked over to Christian, who seemed as dumbfounded as she was by his expression. Stefano held up those three fingers again as the referee shook her head, reminding her it was just a two as Misty started shaking on the canvas. Whitmore rolled to her knees, teeth gritting as she rubbed her jaw where the lead pipe hit her. And her face became a seething expression.
Wolf: Look at Misty’s face…..Steph may not have gotten all of that shot in she wanted. And Misty Whitmore….she’s getting angry!
Misty rolled to her stomach, pounded ust two fists into the canvas this time. And when Steph turned back towards her to see where she was, Whitmore charged out of the corner and delivered the flying mid-air knee strike!
Wolf: PEOPLE’S DECREE!! COVER THAT WOMAN!
Andy: Shut up, Wolf!
Misty headed for the corner immediately, instead of taking Wolf’s advice before she climbed up to the top rope. She perched herself like a bird, screaming at Steph to get back to her feet.
Andy: Don’t get up, Steph….don’t do it!
Steph began to stumble before she got to her feet. And before she could turn around, Misty came off the top rope with her inverted spike hurricanrana!
Wolf: AD ASTRA!!
She hooked the leg for the cover as Rocca dove into position with the fans back on their feet again in unison.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Christian’s jaw dropped open as he saw the referee raise Misty’s hand after she sat up. Rocca called for the bell as the crowd was thunderous!
Wolf: CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!
Andy: No….no, I can’t.
John: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this match….AND NEW SVW Defiance Champion…...MISTY WHITMORE!!!
Rocca handed her the title as Misty got to her feet, holding it in both hands and looking down into it for a moment before she raised it high above her head with a bright smile.
Wolf: Her first time as Defiance Champion was barely a blip in SVW history, but tonight she’s made history all over again! And she may still do it one more time! Congratulations, Misty!
Andy: This is a terrible way to start Climax! I hope the whole night isn’t going to be to like this!
Misty climbed the turnbuckle, raising her new championship over her head with both hands and a huge smile on her face before looking down to the camera...saying “1 down, 1 to go!”
Wolf: It could happen...IT COULD HAPPEN! Could we be looking at the woman who will leave Chicago with the Defiance AND the SVW Championship?!
Andy: God, I hope not!
Misty hugged her title to her chest with a bright smile, and the fans chanting her name before we head elsewhere.
The dark, haunting opening chords of Kamelot’s “Liar Liar” fill the arena as it is bathed in silver strobes. As the drums and guitar kick in, the lights in the arena flash a deep red and orange, coming down then to show two people on the ramp, a man and a woman, The woman is Angel, and the man Christian Kincaid. Angel is down on bended knee, fist pushed into the ramp. She comes up without warning and as she does, flashes of fire go off all around her.
Would you pray if I said you were dying?
Would you be a little stronger, or fall down on your knees?
Would you stay with me if you knew that I was lying?
Would you walk away or turn the other cheek?
I tremble where I stand,
My wish is your command,
The nature of a truly desperate heart.
Give me something real so I can truly feel,
(Liar liar) on the wall.
As the verse and bridge are played, Angel and Christian make their way down the ramp, the platinum blond deliberately keeping as far from any fan contact that she can, looking to Christian with a look of disgust occasionally. At the bottom of the ramp, she stops and looks out around her while Christian has headed to her corner.
John: The following contest is set for one fall! Making her way to the ring, please welcome ANGEL!
Whisper, whisper in the dark,
Tell me what you see.
Poisoned by your fly-infested poetry.
Liar, Liar on the wall, give the world to me.
Wasteland or a monarchy (liar liar)
Tell me what you see…
Angel walks up the steps and through the middle rope, where she heads to her corner and waits for Christian to hop up to share some last minute things with her and the music goes out.
Wolf: We haven't seen Angel in action for a couple of years now, and she's back to torment Anders Stark! Abusement Park is up in the ring and lord only knows what's going on in this woman's mind.
Andy: And I've heard, Wolf, she's just batshit insane. But if she's anything like the other people Christian Kincaid endorses, except for Miss Delusional Leona Vega, we should expect greatness from this woman.
“This is the last time that you'll ever see us
After this you're gonna go blind
This is the last time that there will be a last time
After this nothing will run
Cuz I'm the LAAASSST HERO! I'm your ooonnly HOPE!
And you got a lot to fear, but as long as I'm here-oh
I could be your HERO!”
“The Last Hero” by XV plays out over the speakers and as the rap verse kicks in Anders Stark walks out onto the stage dressed in his black and blue ring trunks and a matching vest. He extends his arms out to the sides as the crowd cheers him on the stage. He shouts at the crowd and smiles, playing up to them.
John: And hailing from Tampa, Florida by way of Syracuse, New York, he is...ANDERS STARK!
The music continues as Anders turns around and walks backwards at the end of the ramp with his arms out, playing to the fans a bit more on the rampway. He turns around at the end and walks to the ring steps slowly before climbing them and getting in the ring. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and extends his arms again as his music dies down.
Wolf: Recently minted as a Hall of Famer alongside the Adrenaline Champion Cara Stone, Anders is on his own tonight as he faces this old acquaintance in Angel.
Andy: By which you mean he's going to get that toupée kicked right off of his head for the glory of Club CK. I can dig this!
The maddening blonde and the Hall of Famer circle the ring, studying one another for a whil in what doesn't look like a hate-fueled match as it is. This feeling is shoved out of the way rather quickly as Anders raises his hand or a lock-up, but Angel only takes that hand to BITE it! Anders screams as he pulls his hand back, and just as he looks back at the Risen Angel, she slaps the taste out of his mouth.
Wolf: And there's Angel's business card. The humiliating offense. She's out here to piss Anders off.
Andy: And knowing how easy it is to tick this man off, she's going to get him pissed off in no time. In fact, someone check his undies, he may've wet them already.
Capitalizing on his lack of reaction, Angel continues on the offense as she lunges forward and clocks Anders with a short arm clothesline... NO! Anders ducks under Angel's arm, turning around and throwing a knife-edge chop to the top of the blonde's chest. It only takes one: an angry Angel swings her arm trying to deck Anders with a hook... And again Anders ducks, and repeats the sequence a he throws another knife edge chop. Angel backtracks this time, covering her chest and then swinging her arm again, wth Anders ducking for a third time... NOPE! Angel deliberately fakes him out, throwing a punt kick to his face! Anders is sent tumbling to the far corner, leaning on the bottom turnbuckle rubbing his face, as we're not even two minutes into the match and he's already bleeding from his hand AND mouth.
Wolf: OW! Brutal! Angel doesn't just want to leave Climax a winner, she wants to deface Anders Stark!
Andy: Coming from someone whose tag team was called the "Abusement Park," what the fuck did you expect?!
Angel walks up to this corner, grabbing a handful of Anders' hair and pulling him up, pressing him into the corner as she leaps ono the bottom rope. Ignoring the referee's pleads to come down, Angel starts throwing punches to Anders' face, with the crowd couting with her. She starts getting into it at the count of 5, and leads them to a count of 9. For the tenth punch, she REALLY reels back, taunting the crowd to go "ooooo~" before she uses the ropes she's standing on to bounce upwards and smack Anders with a crescent kick to the face. As Anders stumbles out of the corner after that kick, Angel hops onto the rope junction again and leaps into Stark, striking him with a missile dropkick to the back that sends him face flat to the mat. The blonde then rolls Anders up and makes a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Stark kicks out!
Angel gets up and shakes her head, telling Anders he made a bad choice as she scrapes the sole of her boot into his face until she's satisfied, completing it with an elbow drop, striking Anders straight on the sternum. He starts coughing and gasping for air, but is given no time to recover by Angel as she reaches for a handful of his hair, forcing him to his feet and putting him in a side head lock, dragging him to the center of the ring. Anders struggles to shake himself free, managing to rock Angel's balance as he kneels. He then slides his hand around Angel's waist and kicks into power gear, forcing Angel at her back, trapping her on the ropes. Angel smarly releases him, and Anders sends the blonde running across the ring. As Angel makes her way back, Anders ducks, misreading Angel's next move: a bicycle kick that hits the top of his skull, knocking him out for a few seconds as he tumbles out of the ring from under the bottom rope. Glad to have the match spill to ringside, Angel makes a beeline to her opponent, watching as Stark tries to reach for the ropes above him, eventually grabbing the bottom rope. Angel then takes aim at Anders, slapping her own face a couple of times just to get the adrenaline running, before she rushes into Anders... Who pendulums himself up with the help of the rope and piston kicks her away! Angel collapses awkwardly clutching at her stomach, as Anders powers back to his feet!
Wolf: And Anders starts to build up some offense but only after the match has spilled OUT of the ring, and seeing as Angel wants the destruction more than she just wants the win, this may actually work!
Andy: The difference here, Wolf, is that Angel will be happy to pick Anders apart no matter what part of the ring she's in, but Anders can't win this match outside the ring!
The referee inside the ring is at a solid count of 4 as Anders makes his way up to Angel, grabbing her head and forcing her up to her feet. But kicking into power gear herself, Angel rams Anders into the steel steps, and the both former Tag Team Champions collapse on top of one another once again. Angel then gets up, tripping on her own legs as she laughs, making a point to roll into the ring and then roll right back out, resetting the count. Anders powers back to his feet, and Angel grabs him by the waist once again, pushing him into the ring apron, and then proceeding to deliver forearm after forearm after forearm to his face. Supported by the bottom rope as his arms are laced with the elastic, Anders doesn't collapse as Angel lets go of him and opens a short distance between them, proceeding to rush into Anders, leaping for a knee strike... That misses as Anders flies the heck out of dodge, and the insane blonde smashes her knees into the ring apron!
Andy: OH MY GOODNESS! She just went there and banged her knees in the worst way possible!
Wolf: How much is this going to cost her for the rest of the match?!
Angel struggles on the ground, clutching at her knees and screaming, as Anders stands up once again. With some difficulty, Anders grabs Angel by her head and hurls her back into the ring, rolling right back in afterwards. As Angel struggles to get back up, Anders smartly grabs one of her ankles and puts her in an ankle lock, putting one hell of a torque on her leg and putting all the pressure on her knee.
Wolf: And Anders going right after the leg! He's testing the pain on her legs, and she may tap out to an ankle lock!
Andy: But if the claims are true about Angel being more resilient than your average female wrestler, then... Well, we'll have to wait and see!
Angel tries, with zero success, to kick Anders away from her with her free leg, as it's kind of unresponsive. Changing strategy, Angel puts all the power she has in her arms, pushing up and crawling to the closest set of ropes, grabbing the bottom rope. The referee warns Anders that Angel has a rope break, but that's exactly when he twists harder on her leg, forcing the referee to count him out. Anders only lets go of Angel's leg at a 4.9, watching as the blonde clutches at her legs, curling up in pain. Stark then drags that ball of humanity to the center of the ring, proceeding to strike her with several elbow drops to the midsection, and Angel eats all of that attack without much of a reaction. Anders then makes his way to the ropes, hovering to the ring apron and then making his way to the top turnbuckle, waiting for the perfect moment -- that is, when Angel is on her fours -- to leap for her, going for an avalanche fame asser... That hits the mat and nothing else as Angel out of the way!
Wolf: Crash and burn! Anders landed on his tailbone there and Angel... How about that ring awareness?!
Andy: Even though it's not hard to be more aware of reality than Stark -- I mean, he has his own reality, for god's sake -- Angel is doing a great job at making a fool out of a fool.
Anders shoots back to his feet, arching backwards as his tailbone is acting up a storm, giving Angel enough time to recover: she stands up with difficulty, staring at her opponent and licking her lips, and then grabbing his head and pulling him closer, setting him up for a Russian leg sweep. But at the slightest bend as she sets up the move, Angel's knee gives out on her, and she goes to her knees with a gasp. From there, Anders quickly throws a roundhouse kick (more like a roundhouse knee shot to the face if you think about how close they are) that drops Angel on her back. He then throws himself on top ofher for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- NOOOOO!!! Angel powers out! Anders groans as he powers back to his feet, and is then thrown off as he watches Angel sit up... and laugh?
Angered by that reaction, Anders hits the ropes behind him and comes back for Angel, striking her with a shining wizard that could've easily broken her nose. As she collapses, he goes for another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE-- NOOOOO!!! Angel powers out with authority again!
Wolf: A BRUTAL shining wizard to the face, and Angel WILL NOT stay down!
Andy: I'm starting to think she likes the pain. The more Anders hits her, the more she seems enthralled. Like a messed up S&M enthusiast, and I don't mean the tag team of Mika Demidov and Samara.
Anders is nothing short of shocked, as he confronts the referee, who confirms it was but a two-count. Anders then gets up, looking down at Angel who seems to be completely offline, but is still snickering. Overcome with anger, he starts throwing stomps to her head, trying to knock her lights right out. The only thing he accomplishes is make Angel roll to the ropes, as she grabs the bottom rope for leverage to get up. He then makes a point to reach for her arm and drag her up to her feet, trying to hurl her across the ring with a whip, but Angel reverts it and sends Stark running instead. As Anders hits the far ropes and comes back, Angel hugs the top rope and pulls it down, in an effort to make Anders collapse to ringside once again. Anders flies over the top rope but lands on the apron, and as Angel turns around, Anders throws a headbutt to Angel's face, dazing her as she stumbles to the center of the ring. Rushing to the corner, Anders leaps to the top rope again and then flies into Angel with a volley kick... But Angel spears herself into Anders with reckless abandon, and both wrestlers knock one another out!
Wolf: WHAT THE HELL IS ANGEL THINKING?! She jumped into Anders' attack like-- They just knocked one another out!
Andy: This woman is crazy.
With both Angel and Anders out, the referee is forced to count both out. Anders is the first to stir, bringing himself to his knees at a count of 5. Angel only reacts at a 7, but she powers back to her feet even if she doesn't know where she is. Anders powers back to his feet and attempts to seize the chance as he throws himself into Angel, trying to smother her into the corner... But as Angel steps out of the way, Anders finds the corner and is bounced back to the center of the ring, where Angel throws a boot to his stomach to fold him, and then lifts him up into a delayed vertical suplex, sending him to the mat after well over 10 seconds of hoisting him up upside down. After that, she covers!
Andy: Look at THAT strength!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Anders powers out!
Wolf: Vertical suplex, all the time in the world to flood Anders' head with his own blood, take the balance off of him, and he kicked out! This match continues!
Angel doesn't miss a single beat as she gets up and clutches Anders' head, making him stand up, and then throwing a headbutt, asking him how did he like that. Anders' legs almost give up on him, but he powers right back to his feet nonetheless. Another headbutt, and Anders almost collapses entirely, but he stands his ground. Angel then grabs his arm and throws him to the ropes, sending the man running to the corner, crashing into the turnbuckles. She then gives Anders plenty of time to telegraph the incoming drive-by kick, as she pats her knee and "tunes up the band" before rushing to the corner, only for Anders to dive out of the way and Angel end up tangled with the ropes. He then hovers around Angel and grabs her hair, dragging her down onto his knees with a backstabber. As Angel collapses from the tree of woe, Anders forces her to her feet, putting her in a double underhook and then lifts her into his trademark tiger bomb, smashing her into the mat and bridging her for the pin!
Wolf: STARK REALITY, AND IT IS--
ONE!
NO!!! Angel forces out with PLENTY authority!
Wolf: WHAT?!!
Andy: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Like I said... Angel rejects your reality! What a goddamn BEAST of a woman this is! I think I'm a fan!
Anders is nothing short of shocked as he stares down at Angel with pure, unabashed rage in his eyes. Shaking his head negatively, he gets up and forces Angel into the double underhook again, lifting her up once more, but this time, he starts to set her up for the sit-out piledriver... Except Angel wraps her legs around Anders' head and spikes him into the mat with a frankensteiner! Anders' head bounces off the mat as he tries to force back to his feet, and Angel struggles as hard as she can to get back up, clutching at the back of her head. When Anders finally turns to Angel again, the blonde SPITS on his face, sending him stumbling around the ring, cleaning his eyes. He waddles around, rubbing his face, and when he passes by Angel again, she pistons her boot into his knee, bringing him off balance face flat into the mat, from where Angel pulls him into a pentagram choke, from where Anders sees no escape other than tapping out!
Wolf: ETERNAL BURNING AND IT IS OVER!!!
John: The winner of this match... AAAAANGELLLLL!!!
Angel is helped back to her feet but her knees give out again. In spite of that, she's laughing as she smears blood over her own face and looks down at the fallen Anders.
Wolf: I may have to agree with you, Andrew: Angel was fueled by the pain there! A strong start that only got stronger and stronger after Anders kicked up the volume of his offense, ending in the Eternal Burning pentagram chokehold!
Andy: And the Abusement Park sends their regards to Stark & Stone! Welcome back to SVW, Angel, someone like you has been greatly missed!
Little Pamphlet Girl
We come backstage to see the pale, porcelain doll-like features of Qilin (Sunny’s would-be prophet or worshiper, or whatever the hell this crazy chick called herself). She was walking around backstage handing out pamphlets, pamphlets about Sunny and her teachings. Of course few accepted them and those that did looked either confused or more scared to say no.
Qilin: Strength through adversity. Strength through adversity. Have you heard the words of the Sun? Only by embracing pain can one attain strength.
She went on and on, walking down the hallway. She continues until she literally bumps into the masked figure known as Reckless Jack. He looks down at her shaking his head.
Reckless Jack: I have heard the words of the Sun, Qilin, and it’s brought this upon the world. Your deity has brought this upon herself tonight. Strength through adversity. What kind of strength does she mean though? Mental or physical, Qilin?
Qilin rolled her eyes, even if she did show signs of fear. Then again the last time she saw him Qilin was hospitalized.
QIlin: She is no deity, merely a speaker of truths. And she means both, obviously. One without the other is in turn a handicap. We are all broken creatures, but through adversity we can become more. Like you made me stronger.
Reckless Jack: But did I really make you stronger?
RJ produces a tape from his ring jacket and gives it to Qilin. He then motions to a nearby TV monitor with a VCR.
Reckless Jack: Please, watch what made you stronger and tell me what you see. Tell me what you think. I’m hoping your speaker of truth, as you put it, arrives soon to witness this moment as well.
He folds his arms and waits. It was almost like she crept out of the shadows, Sunny Kyoun stepped into view, a small smile on her face.
Sunny: Do enlighten us, Christopher.
Reckless Jack presses the play button on the VCR and we see the footage from the night that Qilin was attacked.
Reckless Jack: Play close attention.
We see Qilin being brutalized with the attacker having their back to the camera. After a few moments of watching it, the figure turns around.
Reckless Jack: Well…?
QIlin looks shocked and confused while Sunny seems to only smile just a little bit. The screen shows… Brad Kane with a sick smile on his face.
Reckless Jack: It’s amazing what happens when you have a bored and violent man at home who wanted to help hurt the people that hurt his daughter in law. Felt he owed it to her. I did what I had to do to get you in that ring again, Sunny.
He takes the mask off and shows his own smile.
Reckless Jack: You didn’t change me one. Single. Bit.
Sunny’s smile simply grew while Qilin frowned.
Sunny: But I did, perhaps you don’t see it but I did. You lied to your wife, to the world, you pretended to be a monster and now...now we know you’re not a monster. Just a coward, afraid to get his hands dirty. Sad really, I was hoping for a challenge.
Reckless Jack: Getting my hands dirty by attacking Qilin wouldn’t have made a difference. The only person’s blood I need to stain my hands are yours, Sunny. It’s not cowardice. It’s not lying to anyone. It was all about playing mind games with you.
The mask goes back on.
Reckless Jack: These hands will be covered in your blood. The canvas will have your blood on it. And there isn’t a thing the Worthy can do about it. I got you in the cage where it’s just us, the way I’ve wanted it from the start. You speak of cowardice but you’ve had people attack me. You speak of being afraid to get my hands dirty when you’ve done the same thing.
We can hear him sigh through the mask.
Reckless Jack: Your strength through adversity only affects the weak minded, Sunny. Tonight, I expose that when you have no one at your side to help you.
And with that said, Reckless Jack walks off of the screen.
Sunny: Make me strong, or show your own weakness. Tonight the lesson comes to an end.
Qilin looks to her boss curiously and Sunny just smiles as we fade out on this.
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John: The following contest is set for one fall....
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: Introducing first, 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. He keeps that cocky grin on his face before backflipping off. Andrew gets a kiss on the cheek from Adrianna which causes him to tell everyone their bitch ain't shit. More boos ensue while the song dies down.
Wolf: Andrew tonight is full of confidence, he believes he’s going to beat Penny here.
Andrew: Of course my fellow Andrew is going to beat Penny, that girl is going down!
FORTUNE, FAME!
MIRROR VAIN!
GONE INSANE!
BUT THE MEMORY REMAINS!
The lights dim as The Memory Remains by Metallica rips the through the speakers, and “Pain Train” Penny Buchanan stands at the top of the ramp, she looks around a bit with a look of pure intensity. Joined at her side by Gabriel Chance, arms crossed.
John: and his opponent.... Hailing from the “Death Valley” Trailer Park in Texas.....this is “PAIN TRAIN” PENNY BUCHANAN!
HEAVY RINGS ON FINGERS WAVE!
ANOTHER STAR DENIES THE GRAVE!
SEE THE NOWHERE CROWD, CRY THE NOWHERE TEARS OF HONOR!
Slowly Penny makes her way down the ramp, eyes focused purely on what was ahead of her. A few fans slap at her hands and unconsciously she tags them back, with Gabriel not far behind. She slowly approaches the ring, rolling her shoulders and neck before hopping up to the apron from standing.
LIKE THE TWISTED VINES THAT GROW!
THAT HIDE AND SWALLOW MANSIONS WHOLE!
AND DIM THE LIGHT OF AN ALREADY FADED PRIMA DONNA!
As Gabriel walks around the ring Penny climbs into the ring, suddenly running the corner to climb up to the second rope. Penny looks out on the fans, the smallest hint of a smirk on her face before she hops down and her music fades.
Andrew: She already looks scared, Wolf!
Wolf: You must be looking at a different woman than me, Marx.
Andrew: Nope, not at all.
John leaves the ring as the bell is called; Andrew walks right up to Penny and gets into her face, yelling at her that this was HIS ring and she couldn’t do a thing about it. Penny looked unamused as he kept running his mouth before he pie faced her which got a oooh from the crowd as Penny snapped her head back and before Andrew could react, she took him clean out of his boots with a clothesline! Andrew hit the mat hard and Penny just yanks him up and rag dolls him across the ring with a gut wrench suplex! Andrew rolls out the ring and screams he wasn’t ready and Penny stands tall, drawing a line in the sand and mocking Andrew with a ‘this is MY ring!’ comment.
Andrew: That was uncalled for, Wolf! Penny should be disqualified!
Wolf: Get off the high horse, Marx. Andrew tried to disrespect Penny and he paid for it, end of discussion.
Andrew: But he wasn’t....
Wolf: End... Of.... Discussion.
Andrew comes back into the ring and looks at Penny, who stands tall. He eventually walks towards her and makes a motion that he was going to hit her and ducks under her counter and locks in a side headlock, laughing as he wrenches it in.... Penny however looks unamused as she lifts her body up and interlocks her arms around Andrew’s waist and his laugh and smug look becomes that of pure terror as she lifts him into a sidewalk slam! Penny looks down at him and hooks a leg.
One....
Andrew kicks out and Penny shrugs her shoulders, standing up as Andrew once more rolls out the ring to try and catch his breath.
Wolf: If Andrew believes this is a sound strategy, he is going to find out just how wrong he is.
Andrew: Penny is just getting lucky.
Wolf: Whatever you say, Marx.
Penny finally has had enough as she makes her way towards Andrew out of the ring and when he sees her, he starts to run away, sliding into the ring and when Penny rolls back in, he strikes, landing a clubbing forearm into her back, and then another... and another.... And another... and then finishes it off with a basement slide dropkick that sends spit flying out of Penny’s mouth! Andrew quickly goes for a pin attempt.
One....
Penny kicks out with authority sending Andrew flying off of her! She reaches her feet quickly while Andrew was still in the air and catches him into a Samoan drop!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Andrew: O...Kay... that was kinda awesome, but she’s still going to lose.
Wolf: Moore just got crushed with that Samoan drop and Penny is enjoying every moment of this!
Penny looks down at Andrew who was clutching his ribs in pain, and when Penny looks to pick him up, gets surprised with a roll up!
One
Two
Thre.... NO! Penny kicks out at the last second and Andrew cannot believe his plan failed. He gets to his feet and charges at Penny, ducking her attempt at a clothesline and rolls her into an inside cradle this time!
One
Two
Thre... Again Penny kicks out and Andrew slaps the mat in anger, looking at the ref and putting up three fingers.
Wolf: So close but Penny just won’t allow it to happen.
Andrew: Come on, fellow Andrew, put her away already!
Andrew measures Penny and catches her with a running boot to the side of the skull that knocks her to the mat. Andrew looks at the top rope and starts to climb it, and when he reaches it, he yells at Penny to get up. Penny is slow to her feet and turns around to a leaping Andrew and she catches him right into a thunderous power bomb that folds him right in half! Penny falls on Andrew as the ref slides in for the count.
One
Two
Three!!!
John: HERE IS YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL, PENNY!
Wolf: She did it! Penny just put away Andrew Moore and one would have to say, this streak of bad luck is overwith!
Andrew: ... no freakin’ way! He had to have kicked out right? Right?!
Wolf: No he did not Marx... Penny has slayed the kid here tonight.
A Fine Line Between Bravery & Stupidity
We just go backstage as we see Charity Deas, just standing by, as she begins to speak.
Charity: You know, for the last couple of days, I was trying to think of what kind of entrance I should make at Climax, but then, I decided….why should I go all out when I am not even booked for the show? This show is for everyone who has poured their heart out….and you all should be getting your moneys worth and getting the best action that you paid for…..so I will not make an entrance tonight…..but what I will do is doing what I planned to do when I got here and that is to call someone out….and that person is you, Isis Morales.
Charity pauses for a minute before speaking.
Charity: You see, there are critics saying that I was lucky when I eliminated you in the Midas Touch Battle Royal, back at Extreme Prejudice. That was the night that I almost made history….but almost, doesn’t always count. So, Isis…..I am going to show you that night wasn’t a fluke. Because, I am challenging you to a matchup. But, lets make it special…..how about When Worlds Collide 5? This could be a match for the ages…..Charity vs Isis!!! Lets see who is tough enough to make it out of this one. I have already proven that I can…..can you say the same?
Another pause.
Charity: Isis….the callout has been made…..it’s now up to you to accept my challenge. I will be waiting. Until then, you all enjoy the rest of the show! Toodles!!!
Charity then walks away as we head back to ringside.
John: The following contest is set for one fall and is your submission match!
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: And 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 has all the confidence in the world here tonight, he’s been one uping Shane every step of the way; but overconfidence can be the bane of any wrestler.
Andrew: Pfft.... not tonight it won’t be, Wolf. Aries is going to make Shane look foolish once more and finally get him out of the picture for good.
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. 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.
John: Introducing at this time...From Los Angeles, California...standing six feet, three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two-hundred-forty pounds...SHAAAAAAAAANE ATWATER!
Andrew: Aries is not looking phased at all, Wolf, and you know that has got to be getting at Shane over there. Shane knows that Aries has his number and tonight is going to be like every other time, Shane getting made the fool.
Wolf: Shane looks focused to me, Marx, dialed in on the task at hand and if Aries thinks for one second that tonight is going to be a walk in the park, Shane is going to prove him wrong.
As John leaves the ring, Aries starts bad mouthing Shane, who ignores him and waits for the opening bell to sound. The second it does sound, Shane charges out the corner and gives Aries no time to react as he launches an European Uppercut that crushes Aries in his own corner, and hits three more in rapid succession before yanking Aries out of the corner with a snapping suplex! Aries gets no time to react however as Shane attempts an early Crucible only for Aries to scramble and roll out of it.
Wolf: And right out the gate, Shane has Aries scrambling.
Andrew: He jumped him, Wolf! How can you approve of this?!
Shane looks at Aries and goes towards him, only to get caught with a drop toe hold, his head smacks the mat and Aries grabs him from the waist, and dead lifts him into a german suplex! Shane bounces off the mat and leans on his knees, and Aries super kicks his head! Shane slumps to the mat and Aries takes the time to showboat.
Andrew: And just like that, Aries is in firm control!
Wolf: And doing nothing about it except showboat, Marx.
Aries lifts Shane to the mat and locks him into a belly to belly suplex and quickly locks in a head lock submission, demanding the ref to call it already. The ref shakes his head and asks Shane if he wishes to quit, Shane says nothing but starts to fight back, ramming an elbow into Aries’ ribs and when the two reach their feet, Shane quickly flips his body forward sending Aries flying out of the ring! Shane reaches his feet once more and hits the far ropes and on the rebound leaps over the ropes and catches Aries with a Tope Suicidia!
Wolf: TOPE SUICIDA, SHANE HIT ALL OF THAT AND ARIES IS OUT COLD!
Andrew: What good it does him out there, Wolf, you can’t make a man tap outside.
Shane grabs Aries and tosses him back into the ring and looks to lock in a fujiwama arm bar, Aries of course cannot stop it and the ref grabs Aries’ free arm and lets it drop, but Aries quickly comes to life, screaming out as he fights it off the best he can, reaching the ropes, forcing Shane to let the hold go.
Andrew: Sorry Shane, not yet.
Wolf: Aries found a way to keep himself alive here.
Both men reach their feet and when Shane goes to attack, Aries ducks it and locks in an exploder suplex and drops Shane neck first near the corner! He gives Shane no time to relax as he charges him and hits a basement dropkick that spikes him head and neck first into the bottom turnbuckle, Aries drags Shane out of the corner and locks in an STF submission and screams out for Shane to tap but Shane screams back Hell no! Aries yanks back as hard as possible, Shane screaming out in pure agony but refusing to give in!
Wolf: Aries has this STF locked in tight, Marx and he’s refusing to let it go.
Andrew: And he has no reason to, Wolf, Shane hasn’t reached the ropes has he?
Shane starts to crawl towards the ropes only for Aries to let his head go and quickly unlock his legs before damn near curb stomping Shane’s head into the mat! The crowd goes silent as Aries looks at them and then to the ref.
Aries: Going to call it now?
The ref rushes towards Shane as Aries mocks the hushed crowd. The ref looks almost close to calling for the match but before he can do so, Shane grabs the ref’s arm.
Shane: Don’t you dare!
Aries looks shocked as Shane reaches his feet, clutching his head as blood drips from a cut above his eye. Shane motions for Aries to bring it as Aries looks stunned.
Andrew: What?! That should have been called off, Shane was out cold!
Wolf: But he’s not now, Marx. He stopped the ref before he could do it, this match continues!
Aries rushes Shane and is greeted with a flurry of uppercuts and open palm strikes that stagger the silver tongued devil and Shane finishes it off with a leaping dropkick that plants Aries in the corner... Shane steps back and does another running dropkick and then another and one more for good measure! Aries staggers out of the corner right into an Olympic Slam from Shane and he quickly transitions into the Crucible! Aries is right in the center of the ring as the ref slides into view to see if Aries wants to give it in.
Aries: NO!!!!
Shane: Give it up, Aries!!!!
Wolf: Shane has the crucible locked in! This has to be it!
Andrew: This match should already be over, Wolf!
Aries begins to fight, trying his best to crawl towards the ropes but Shane quickly snaps them in the opposite direction with his body and pulls up harder in the hold, eventually Aries has no choice but to tap out and as the bell sounds, he lets Aries goes and reaches his feet, blood flowing down his face.
Shane: Vivi... you’re next!
John: HERE IS YOUR WINNER VIA TAP OUT, SHANE ATAWATER!
Wolf: What a win from Shane there and what a statement to call out Vivi!
Andrew: THIS IS NOT FAIR TO ARIES, HE SHOULD HAVE WON AFTER THAT KNOCK OUT! THAT WAS A NON-VERBAL SUBMISSION, WOLF!
Wolf: Get over it, Marx, Shane stopped the ref from calling it and if Aries wouldn’t have let that get to him, it would have possibly ended differently! But tonight, Shane has conquered Aries and has his sights firmly set on Vivi!
Written by Mark
With a quick recap of events including Bianca getting into it with Freya’s pupils, we head back to the ring and find John waiting.
Wolf: There’s gonna be a lot of animosity in this one we are about to see.
Andy: I agree, Freya has this coming!
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner will earn a SVW Pride Championship match at Aggression 100!
A weather warning siren goes off, and smoke starts filling up the top of the ramp. The big screen shows a massive cloud coming down to land, forming a cone that, those who live in tornado areas will identify, can only mean bad times coming. But this smoke atop the ramp, it's not coming peacefully: it's invading the top stage really quick, with the help of a ramping gust of air that starts getting a bit violent. With the whole center stage taken by smoke, the gust coming from the main entrance is aggressive enough to lift a smaller person off the ground, as "Skylines" by D.i.N Beats hits the PA. But when the smoke dissipates, standing strong with her back turned to the violent wind is the Typhoon herself, Bianca Salvador, in her teal, black and white attire, arms out and hair flying into her face, as the crowd boos her violently.
John: Introducing first, from Porto Alegre, Brazil... The "Typhoon"... BIANCA SALVADOR!
Step by step, Bianca treks down the entrance ramp ignoring the booing fans, eventually getting out of the wind zone so she can adjust her hair right before rolling into the ring. Once there, she climbs a turnbuckle and just stares at the booing audience, shaking her head at their negative reception before jumping back down to the mat and finally smiling upon meeting her opponent for the night.
Wolf: Here we have a woman who puts her hands on students instead of just wrestlers, as we saw recently.
Andy: Bullshit. That little brat had it coming by assaulting Bianca. She deserved what she got, as far as I’m concerned.
The opening of “All Rise” by Wovenwar begins as the crowd gets on their feet and the lights dim down. Strobe lights begin to flash off and on making for an awesome effect once the vocals start. Pyro explodes from the stage as sparks begins to rain down from the top of the tron screen as out steps Freya Kane on a single knee. Freya looks out at the crowd before popping up to her feet letting out a loud primal war scream.
John: And introducing from Miami, Florida, weighing in tonight at 113 lbs… Freya Kane!!!
Freya begins her trek to the ring. Freya takes a walk around ringside before sliding into the ring. Once in she heads to the closest turnbuckle and goes to the top rope before throwing her arms out into the air as the lights come back to normal. She hops down and backs into said corner ready for her match to get underway.
Wolf: We’ve seen a more focu---HERE WE GO!!
Before Billy Phelps could call for the bell, Freya took off towards Bianca at a high rate of speed. The blonde met her in the center as the two began to throw hands at one another in a flurry. Kane used a double leg sweep to take her to the canvas, and begin to pound rights into her head. But Bianca rolled over into the mount position, and returned the favor with shots of her own. The two kept rolling till they landed on the floor ringside. Freya ended up on top of Bianca after they landed, pulling her to her feet and firing her into the barricade with an Irish whip. Bianca crashed into it abdomen first before Freya charged in behind her, grabbing her around the waist and snapping off a German suplex to the floor. With the crowd solidly behind her, Freya grabbed Bianca’s feet and catapulted her back onto the barricade where she was doubled over it at this point. Phelps yelled at them to get back into the ring as Freya jerked her feet, and caused her to faceplant on the floor as a result.
Wolf: It’s almost as though a Pride title shot is secondary to these two women, who just want to annihilate the other one. There may not be a match!
Andy: Disqualify Freya, ref! She’s the one who jump started the match before Bianca was ready! Do it!
Bianca begins to crawl away from her as Freya follows right after her with the referee continuing to tell them to get it in the ring. As Bianca reaches the steps and starts to get up, Freya goes to grab her, only to get a drop toe hold face first onto those steps. Her head bounces off as Bianca pulls herself together a moment before grabbing two handfuls of her hair and starts smacking it into the steps again and again. She quickly rolls into the ring to break the count, and then rolls right back out, much to the referee’s chagrin.
Andy: Good for you, Bianca! Keep it up, don’t worry. No one looks at Freya’s face anyway, it’s not really what she’s known for.
Wolf: I choose not to dignify that, but they are both in danger of getting counted out. I know they want this championship match, but I’d almost assume it hasn’t crossed their mind once!
Bianca pulls Freya up into a back suplex, but on the edge of the mat. Kane shouts in pain and collapses back to the floor as Bianca puts the boots to her. The blonde glances up to the ring, seeing the count and pulling Freya up and rolling her under the bottom rope before she follows her. As Freya begins to get to her hands and knees in the ring, Bianca charges out of the corner and nails her with a knee trembler to the side of the head. She pulls her back up momentarily to deliver a swinging DDT. Bianca quickly rolls her over for the cover.
Andy: Attagirl, Bianca! Get yourself a title shot!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Freya gets her shoulder up in time as Bianca gets back to her feet. An angry look on the Typhoon’s face, she pulls Freya up onto one shoulder and takes off for the corner with snake eyes in mind. But Freya slips out behind her, and catches her before she can turn around with a lungblower! Both women collapse onto the mat side by side at this point.
Wolf: Freya knew what was coming, and those veteran instincts took over! And now both women are down!
Freya rolled over onto her stomach to make the cover, loosely pulling the far leg for a hook as Phelps dropped to count.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Bianca put her leg across the bottom rope before the three came down. Phelps pointed it out to Freya as she started back to her feet. With the crowd behind her, Freya pulled Bianca up into a front facelock. She quickly hoisted her up for a slingshot suplex that landed perfectly.
Andy: Bianca needs to get back into this, Freya’s starting to get some momentum going again. Kick her in the groin, that always works!
Kane headed for the corner, climbing up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside and delivering a leg drop across Bianca’s chest. Salvador began to try to get away from here again, crawling towards the ropes in the other direction. Kane crouched in the corner, watching her for a moment till she got back to her feet. And when she turned around, Kane took of with the Tony Jaa-like flying knees to the face that sent Bianca through the ropes back to the floor.
Wolf: She calls that 12:15, but I don’t think she intended for Bianca to hit the floor again! She can’t defeat her out there.
Andy: Bianca was kinda lucky she was near the ropes, now Mrs. Ass has to get her back into the ring.
Freya cursed to herself, as she clearly didn’t want her to fall outside the ring. Kane rolled out after her, driving a trio of knees ito Salvador’s head before she rolled her back into the ring once more. Freya slid in after her. She pulled her back up into an inverted headlock before spinning with a discus elbow to the back of her head that dropped Bianca like a sack of bricks.
Wolf: D FOR DEAD!! And Freya’s gonna pull it out right here!
Kane dropped to make the cover, hooking the far leg as Phelps dropped to make the count.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!
Bianca managed to raise her shoulder in time before the three as Freya looked up to the referee to be sure. Phelps held up two fingers to show her. She started back to her feet, and delivered a highly exaggerated stomp into the canvas to let the crowd know what was next!
Andy: She’s gonna go for that stupid curb stomp! Bianca has to be ready for this!
As the Typhoon started to get up, Freya moved towards the ropes to measure her. And as she was about to take off, she happened to notice Charlotte moving towards the ring, cheering her on. Freya turned towards her, and told her to go back to the locker room. Her pupil looked up to her for a moment, nodding her head as Bianca rolled Freya up from behind!
Andy: That little idiot distracted her teacher, maybe she’s not useless after all!
Wolf: Bianca with the cover….SHE’S GOT THE TIGHTS!!
Bianca indeed almost had Freya with a wedgie as deeply as she had the tights hooked after Phelps dropped to count.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Freya kicked out as the three hit the mat, but Phelps called for the bell anyway. Bianca darted out of the ring with a grin on her face as she told Charlotte thanks, not that the student looked happy about it at all.
John: The winner of this match………..BIANCA SALVADOR!!!
Wolf: What a cheap win that was! Bianca’s getting herself a title shot, but Freya got her arm up at the three. Bianca didn’t beat Freya! The referee has it wrong!
Andy: It don’t matter now, his decision is final! Way to go, Bianca!
Freya was none too happy as she turned her attention to Bianca as the referee raised the Typhoon’s hand. Kane rolled out to go after her, but Bianca booked it up the ramp, shoving Charlotte out of the way and almost into the barricade until Freya stopped her from hitting it. Charlotte apologized to her profusely as Freya watched Bianca escape to the back.
Wolf: Something tells me...this isn’t over! This isn’t over by a long shot!
On that scene, we cut elsewhere.
Samara’s Sloppy Seconds
The camera cuts to a butt. Yes a butt. A nice pert female butt. As the camera pulls back we see it’s the rear end of none other than Samara Steele. The Berkshire beauty stretching before her upcoming match with Linda Ragnal. Sam is off in her own world, though soon finds herself brought back as the sound of a woman clearing her throat can be heard. Standing up Sam turns, the camera moves back a bit more to reveal Rhea Laskaris.
Samara: Oh hello, luv. Been a while. Nice to see you’re still as manly as ever.
The English born brawler smirks as she looks over Rhea, who simply stands with her arms crossed.
Rhea: As delightful as always, and here I was going to wish you good luck tonight. I’ll be watching closely, seeing as you’re facing my opponent as WWC after all.
Sam’s smirk seemed to grow.
Samara: Picking up my sloppy seconds like always.
The amazon’s jaw clenched but she made a smile regardless.
Rhea: You mean like how I faced Chris Strike and did everything you could never do?
That made Sam’s smile disappear instantly.
Rhea: Oh yes, you mean Linda. Well like Strike I assume I’ll be doing what you wish you could, like always.
Samara: Well I suppose you have to try and make it something special, everyone gets a big incredible match and you...get my sloppy seconds. A match that’s happening right now and for you, likely would just happen on Aggression. But hey, you’re doing good sweetie keep it up. Maybe one day you’ll be in my league.
Rhea: I was competing for the SVW Title!
Samara: You did, and what a trooper. Maybe one day you’ll get another shot, but keep up the good work. But until then at least your match will be an entertaining bathroom break.
Rhea: And what’s your match with her gonna be tonight, huh?
Samara: A lesson in talent. Try to keep up, you may learn something.
Sam chuckle and pats Rhea on the cheek before walking away, the Amazon scowling.
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John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
The opening riff of Velvet Revolver’s “She Builds Quick Machines” slices out of the PA system as the house lights dim, only to be brought back up with a burst of light when the instruments kick in together in a flash of yellow and blue. From the curtain in that moment steps Mel Avilo to the cheers of the fans. She takes a quick dip of a bow, spinning in a circle as she straightens up.
John: Introducing first/and her opponent, she weighs in at 150 pounds, hailing from Rio De Janeiro, Brazil by way of Craigleith, MEL AVILO!
Bobbing her head to the music, Mel heads down the ramp and slaps hands with fans on her way down. Reaching the ring, she pulls herself up on the apron using the ropes and looks out around her before stepping into the ring, where she heads to her corner, jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and raises a fist into the air, shouting as if to egg them on. She then jumps down and settles in her corner as the music fades out.
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you scream and cheer for me
The applause, applause, applause
As the edited introduction of Lady Gaga’s “Applause” hits the PA system, the headlights start flashing like camera bulbs. Through the entrance gates comes Nicole Rossi, sharply dressed in a three piece suit. Right behind her comes Skye Armanni, with her make-up perfectly done and not a single string of hair out of place, posing for the cameras. Like a runway model, Skye walks down the entrance aisle, Nicole right behind her. The model ignores the fans with outstretched hands entirely, while Nicole gives them something to have fun with: a paper bag with an emoji on one side, and the other with the hashtag “#MakeTheWorldAPrettierPlace.”
John: Introducing first/And their opponent, from Victoria, British Columbia, Canada... "The Perfect 10..." SKYE ARMANNI!
Skye approaches the ring and stops to pose for pictures for some fans that have their smartphones handy, before finally climbing into the ring, eventually striking another top model-ish pose as she reaches the center. The routine finishes after Skye blows a kiss to the audience, before the Living Aphrodite finally retreats to a corner.
As the bell rings the pair begin to circle in the ring, but Mel is quickly distracted by Nicole reaching under the bottom rope to grab her foot! Mel turns to warn her off and Skye sees her opening, charging and attacking Mel from behind with a flurry of forearms to the back of the head and neck, the crowd telling Skye just exactly what they think of her tactics. Referee Angela Rocca warns Nicole to stay out of the match and Nicole protests her innocence as Skye continues to attack Mel, turning her around to throw her into the ropes and knock her down hard with a standing dropkick that connects with Mel’s jaw! Mel instinctively sits up, holding her jaw but she’s not there for long as Skye kicks her square in the chest then leaps on top of her, holding Mel’s head up to fire off stiff forearms shots to the jaw and ignoring Rocca’s count until the very last second! Skye let’s go of Mel’s head and holds her hands up then grabs hold of Mel by the hair and begins to drive her head back into the canvas over and over again!! Rocca admonishes her and gives the count again, which Skye ignores until the last second again.
Wolf: Rocca needs to get control of this match before it becomes a mugging.
Andrew: I’m so proud of Skye. Her wrestling skills are really improving.
Wolf: Are we watching the same match?
With another fist of hair, Skye drags Mel up to her feet and hurls her into the corner, positioning herself opposite and charging to look for a splash, but Mel gets both her feet up and connects with Skye’s chest, sending her staggering backwards with enough time for Mel to charge out of the corner and knock Skye flat on her back with a running clothesline! Skye scrambles back up to her feet but Mel hits her hard again with a headbutt that knocks her back down again! Once more Skye gets up to her feet but Mel gets behind her and grabs her by the arm, hoisting Skye up to drop her with an Atomic Drop! Skye staggers around the ring, holding the base of her back and pelvis but turns around straight into a HUGE boot to the face from Mel! Skye crumples to the mat and Mel rolls her over to hook the leg …
1 … Skye kicks out!
On the outside, Nicole screams at Rocca to check on her client as Skye hasn’t moved since the kickout and while Rocca checks to see if Skye is fit to continue, Nicole jumps up onto the apron and starts to spout off at Mel. Mel immediately begins firing back, heading over to Nicole but it soon becomes clear that it was all a rouse as Nicole blocks a strike from Mel and grabs her by the head, leaping off the apron to drop Mel across the top rope throat first! Mel flops back to the canvas, coughing and spluttering to gasp for air as Nicole taunts the angry United Centre fans, dusting her hands off in front of them. Much to Rocca’s surprise, Skye suddenly comes to life and makes a beeline for Mel, hooking both of her legs …
1 … 2 .. Kickout!
Andrew: Oh you almost had her there, Skye!
Wolf: Nicole Rossi has no business doing what she’s doing here!
Andrew: Of course she does! She’s looking after her client’s best interests!
Mel rolls onto her stomach out of instinct and Skye goes on the attack, grabbing hold of her hair and scrubbing her face backwards and forwards across the canvas then lifting her head up and slamming it into the canvas, ignoring Rocca’s demands to stop! Skye stands up and begins stamping down on Mel’s back over and over again before she drags her back to her feet and pulls her into a hard knee to the gut! The crowd in the United Centre go nuts as Mel drops to her knees and Skye takes a second to make sure her hair is looking good before she continues her attack.
Wolf: Oh get over yourself, Skye. This is a wrestling match, not a beauty pageant!
Andrew: Hey, she has sponsorship deals to look THAT good. It’s a full time job looking hot.
She goes to drag Mel back up to her feet again, but Mel pulls her down into a small package …
1 … 2 … Kickout!
Both women roll out of the attempt and Mel goes to attack Skye, but Skye immediately leans through the ropes and holds up a T sign, asking for a time out!
Wolf: This isn’t football!
Andrew: Her contact lense may have dislodged! Would it be fair to allow her to wrestle half blind?!
Rocca backs Mel away then goes to check on Skye, but the former Team Kyle member is too busy reapplying her lip gloss that she’s taken from Nicole! Nicole holds up a compact mirror from her pocket as she takes the lip gloss back from her client, allowing Skye chance to check she looks good but also see Mel making a beeline for her and she turns to get an elbow up, connecting with Mel’s jaw! Mel staggers back and Skye hits her again with a HARD slap as she straightens up then grabs hold of her by the hair and hurls Mel out of the ring through the ropes, sending her crashing to the floor with a thud but Skye grabs at her own arm as she releases Mel! Nicole yells at Rocca to see to Skye as she fears she could be hurt and Rocca immediately becomes distracted by Skye and her yelps of pain, leaving Nicole the chance to start laying the boots into Mel as she tries to get up!
Wolf: And once again, Nicole Rossi is interjecting herself into this match!
Andrew: All I see is that Skye could be injured! She could have torn a muscle throwing that wildebeest out of the ring!
Skye continues to complain to Rocca that she might have hurt her arm while on the outside, Nicole drags Mel back up to her feet and slams her face off the apron, the crown in the United Centre absolutely pouring the hatred out towards the pair. Nicole doesn’t stop her attack, dragging Mel back to her feet and slamming her head off the ring apron again but this time, Rocca catches the attack out of the corner of her eye and turns her attention to what’s going on! Nicole doesn’t spot she’s been seen until she’s in the middle of a third attempt and Rocca yells at her to put Mel down, then throws her out of the ringside area!
Wolf: FINALLY!
Andrew: What?! That’s not fair!!!
Wolf: It’s completely fair! We might finally get a proper wrestling match as opposed to the sideshow that those two were turning this into!
The United Centre fans explode with cheers as Nicole and Skye both start screaming at Rocca about how it’s not fair, but she’s not hearing any of it and tells Nicole again to get herself to the back. Nicole keeps pointing at Rocca as she starts to leave, telling her she’ll “have her job” for this miscarriage of justice while Skye continues to stamp her feet in the ring, but it’s short lived as Mel slides back into the ring and rolls her up from behind …
1 … 2 … kickout!!
Disorientated, Skye tries to get back to her feet but she doesn’t get far as Mel grabs her from behind, wrapping her arm around her neck and planting her with a belly to back suplex, Skye’s head bouncing off the canvas! Skye rolls onto her stomach to stop a pinfall but Mel doesn’t stop her attack, instead grabbing hold of Skye by her arms and locking her into a Mexican Surfboard! Rocca immediately dives around to Skye, asking her if she wants to give in but the self proclaimed perfect ten shakes her head furiously between the screams of pain!
Wolf: Skye Armanni is in trouble here! All wrapped up and no-where to go!
Andrew: That move should be banned!
Mel continues to keep a hold on the lock and Rocca asked Skye again if she wants to submit, but Skye just cries out in pain and Mel eventually releases Skye, sending her slamming forward onto her face! Skye immediately grabs hold of her face but Mel rolls her over to make a cover …
1 … 2 … Kickout!
Mel tries to go back on the attack but Skye gets both her feet up and kicks Mel square in the chest, sending her sprawling backwards so she can roll out of the ring to check on her face. Rocca begins to count as Skye checks her nose for blood then turn around straight into a baseball slide from Mel that sends her crashing to the floor. Rocca restarts her count as Mel tries to pull Skye up to her feet, but Skye takes her by the waist and drives her into the ring apron! Mel slumps against the ring curtain and Skye screams at her “YOU DON’T TOUCH MY FACE!!” before violently dragging her up to her feet and hurling her into the security barrier!
Wolf: This is disgusting!
Andrew: This is beautiful! Come on Skye, give her what for!
Grabbing her by the hair again, Skye drags Mel up and throws her into the ring under the bottom rope, breaking Rocca’s count as it reaches eight. Skye slides into the ring and charges as Mel just manage to get to her feet, grabbing her head and slamming her face first into the canvas with a bulldog! Once again Skye grabs hold of Mel by the hair and stands up, pulling Mel’s upper body off the canvas and ignoring Rocca’s calls to stop pulling her hair before she puts a foot on the back of Mel’s neck then drives her face into the canvas with a Hair Pull Curb Stomp! Skye drops to her knees and rolls Mel over to hook the leg …
1 … 2 … kickout!
Skye slams her fists into the mat and screams out of frustration, telling Rocca to count the three before she pulls Mel up to her feet and hurls her into the corner, ignoring the hatred that the fans in the United Centre are throwing her way to charge at Mel, but Mel gets an elbow up, connecting with Skye’s jaw! Skye turns away from the impact, once again taking the time to check her face for damage before turning back to attack, but she’s caught by Mel coming off the top rope with a diving hurricanrana that sends Skye flying across the canvas!
Wolf: Despite Skye using the security barrier to her advantage, Mel has found her feet again!
Andrew: Dear god, is she paying you?!
Skye is completely disorientated as she gets back to her feet and foolishly charges for Mel again, but Mel stops her in her tracks as she picks her up and lands a backbreaker! Mel quickly drops Skye to the canvas and pushes her down for a cover …
1 … 2 … Kickout!
Mel wastes no time, pulling Skye up and throwing her into the ropes, only to knock her back down with a Savat kick on her return! Skye hits the canvas with a thud and Mel drops to her knees, rolling Skye over and hooking the leg …
1 … 2 … kickout!
Skye rolls over to the ropes and pulls herself up to find Mel charging at her once more, but Skye pulls the top rope down and sends Mel sailing over the top of her, only for Mel to land on the apron! Skye turns around straight into Mel driving her shoulder into Skye’s midsection from through the ropes and Skye staggers away, clutching at her stomach as Mel climbs back into the ring then runs at Skye and drops her with a swinging neckbreaker! Mel pulls Skye back up by her head and tries to throw her into the ropes, but Skye manages to reverse the momentum and sends Mel into the ropes, catching her with a kick to the gut as she rebounds back to plant her with a Facebuster! Skye rolls her over and makes a cover …
1 … 2 … kickout!
Andrew: Why will she not just give up already?!
Wolf: Mel is known for being a tough competitor and I don’t think Skye realises that.
Skye’s expression looks like she’s about to have a full on meltdown over the fact she can’t seem to keep Mel down long enough to take the pin. Rocca tells her it was a two count and she screams at her “IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THREE!!!” then drags Mel up to her feet, but Mel breaks free of her grip and starts hitting Skye with a flurry of forearm shots! Skye looks like she’s on dream street and Mel hits her with a hard headbutt that knocks her to the canvas! Mel drags her back up to her feet and throws her into the ropes, catching her on the rebound to drive Skye into the canvas with a huge powerslam! The crowd in the United Centre go crazy for Mel taking the advantage, but the arena suddenly plunges into darkness!!
Wolf: What the hell?!
Andrew: Okay what moron turned off the lights?!
Wolf: Well folks, I’m not sure if we’re experiencing a power cut or what’s going on.
Andrew: What’s the betting Horton didn’t pay the damn bill?
The crowd have gone oddly quiet with the unsureness of the dark, but there’s suddenly a massive THWACK of metal chair colliding with flesh that breaks through the low hum of the fans wondering what’s going on before the lights come back on a few seconds later and Mel is laid out in the middle of the ring with Skye propped up against the turnbuckle.
Wolf: That was no power cut!
Andrew: No but it was a thing of beauty!
With a huge grin on her face, Skye saunters over to Mel’s lifeless body and lazily rolls her over to make a very lazy cover, making sure to pose for the camera taking photos …
1 … 2 … 3!!!
Wolf: That was daylight robbery!
Andrew: How can it be daylight robbery in the dark, genius?
Wolf: Don’t make light of this, Andy. That was a royal screwjob and you know it!
Andrew: Make light! You made a pun and you didn’t even realise!
John: Here is your winner via pinfall, Skye Armanni!
Skye excitedly jumps up from the cover and throws her arms up in the air, demanding Rocca come and raise her hand in victory. Rocca stands by Skye’s side and raises her hand as Skye smiles proudly in front of the booing fans in the United Centre before ripping her hand from Rocca’s grip and running to a turnbuckle to climb and pose in front of the fans. Meanwhile, Rocca and a trainer from ringside begin to help Mel, who just starts to come round from her attack as Skye leaves the ring with a spring in her step.
Wolf: That was a travesty and if I know Mel Avilo, she won’t let this one lie.
Andrew: She should. She was beaten. End of.
Wolf: She got screwed over and knowing Skye Armanni, she probably had it planned from the beginning!!
Andrew: How can you think that something so beautiful can be that evil?
The show heads back to the ring, where we find who else but John Youle standing by with his microphone in hand.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Wolf: I have been anxiously awaiting this match, as have many fans who have been curious to know whose number Vivi stole at Extreme Prejudice.
Andy: Hey, you snooze you lose in wrestling. Vivi wanted to be in the match more, she found a way. Who are we to judge her? Besides you know you’d hit it if she gave you a second look.
I'm not the one who's so far away when I feel the snake bite enter my veins
Never did I want to be here again and I don't remember why I came...
The lights in the arena dim and smoke fills the entrance as the first lines of Godsmack's "Voodoo" begin playing. Mistress Vivi tosses the curtain aside and stands with her arms outstretched and a smirk on her face. She carries a riding crop in one hand and a walking stick, topped with a skull carved from ivory, in the other. Pausing for a moment, Mistress Vivi waits for the next verse of the song to begin before she starts making her way to the ring.
Candles raise my desire why I'm so far away, no more meaning to my life, no more reason to stay...
Freezing feeling, breathe in, breathe in...
I'm coming back again...
As she reaches the ring, Mistress Vivi climbs up the stairs and tips her top hat to the crowd before taking it and her jacket off, laying them on the side of the ring along with her riding crop and walking stick. Only then does she step in over the middle rope, standing in the center of the ring with her hands on her hips, waiting.
John: Ladies and gentlemen, now making her way to the ring, she is the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, the High Priestess of Baron Samedi, the Monster of the French Quarter... the one and only… MISTRESS VIVI!
Wolf: Mistress Vivi made her in-ring debut in the Midas Touch even though she wasn’t scheduled to do so. But as mentioned, she took a number that didn’t belong to her. And we’re about to find out who.
Andy: Doesn’t matter, Vivi will handle them. Did you see how she beat Freya like a drum a few weeks ago? Kane might’ve won, but she didn’t look like a winner.
Vivi begins to pace back and forth around the ring, waiting impatiently for her opponent before the video wall begins to count up from 1. The fans count along with it finally as it beeps all the way up to #27. The lights go out as Into The Sun by The Parlor Mob kicks in, all the lights in the arena stuttering on and off. As the guitar opening slows down the lights die replaced only by a bright white spotlight shines down onto the middle of the entrance ramp where Scarlett Kincaid is stood….to a ROAR from the SVW crowd.
Andy: You have got to be freakin’ kidding me?! HER?!
Wolf: I do not believe it, I never thought I’d see the day that a 5 time FFW Champion and Hall of famer would be in a SVW ring….
John: And her opponent, hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana….please welcome to SVW…….SCARLETT KINCAID!!
Scarlett beams as she hears the reaction from the crowd before she heads towards the ring. She hops onto the apron, stepping foot into the ring as Vivi stares a hole through her as she climbs the turnbuckles and raises her hand into the air as her music begins to fade.
Wolf: Oh Vivi, what have you done?
Referee Billy Phelps calls for the bell as Scarlett hops down off the corner, only for Vivi to waste no time and blindside her with shots to the back of the head repeatedly. She began to pound her face into the turnbuckle multiple times before she spun her around and began to fire chops across her chest. The crowd immediately gave nothing but boos to her as she began to rock Scarlett backwards with European uppercuts. She whipped her out of the corner with velocity towards the opposite corner before Scarlett stopped herself before the collision. Vivi bolted in after her, and put on the brakes when she saw her stop. Kincaid spun around and began to fire right hands one after another that got the crowd right behind her again. The redhead connected with three in a row before taking a step back and connecting with a back leg round kick that dropped Vivi to her knees. Scarlett pulled her by the arm into a short arm clothesline before connecting with a double leg drop across her chest. The redhead got to her feet, shouting to the crowd who shouted right back to her.
Wolf: Vivi got a bit of advantage with that blindside attack, but it didn’t work out for very long. And Scarlett Kincaid...I still can’t believe I’m saying this...is in a SVW ring...and giving Vivi all she can stand!
Andy: Enjoy it while it lasts, imagine how salty you and these morons here in Chicago will be when Vivi RUINS her debut. It’ll be fantastic!
Vivi began to get to her feet with Kincaid right behind her, unloading forearm shots to her back as she tried to get away. Kincaid spun her around, and caught her with a knee to the gut before she whipped her into the corner chest first. Scarlett followed her in with a splash to her back before grabbing her head and coming back out with a running bulldog. The Hall of Famer got back to her feet as Vivi tried to do the same, only to turn into her and get snapped up and lobbed with a t-bone suplex that sent the mistress into the canvas.
Wolf: Big time t-bone suplex from Scarlett! And if I liked Vivi at all, I’d feel some sympathy towards her. But she has this coming!
Andy: For what?! Because she outsmarted her and got into the Midas Touch? That’s not Vivi’s fault, that’s Scarlett’s.
As Vivi began to get up, Scarlett grabbed her head again and delivered a sitout jawbreaker that put her back on the mat. She quickly rolled her over, grabbing the outside leg for the cover as Phelps dropped to count.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Vivi kicked out after two as Kincaid got back to her feet, smiling at the loud support she was getting from the fans. She leaned down to pull Vivi up, but got surprised when Vivi nailed her with a headbutt that stunned her. The Mistress shook off the cobwebs, and began to fire more of those European uppercuts, rocking Kincaid backwards before she whipped her into the far corner. The redhead struck back first as Vivi bolted towards her, running up the ropes and snapping off a hurricanrana that dropped Scarlett on her head. She got to one knee, pulling herself together before taunting the crowd for their support of her opponent.
Andy: That’s right, Vivi! You tell’em about it, these idiots don’t know what’s good for them.
Wolf: Mistress Vivi needs to focus on her opponent, not the fans. She’s not facing this packed house in the United Center, she’s got all she can handle in the ring.
As Kincaid started to sit up, Vivi delivered a knee drop into her head to keep her down. She quickly got to her feet, sprinting towards the ropes before using them for a springboard into a double knee drop to her chest. The boos only got louder as she climbed to her feet, soaking in the disdain before taking off for the ropes as Scarlett began to get up. She mowed her down with her Clothesline from Hell!
Andy: She calls that The Reminder, and she just reminded the crowd who the hell she is...and Scarlett too!
Wolf: No one is going to question her abilities, I’m questioning her methods because she’s too busy antagonizing the fans and not focusing on the woman in the ring.
The priestess headed for the corner, climbing up to the top rope and perching herself as she told the Cajun to get up. Scarlett finally began to do just that before she turned to see where Vivi was. At that point, she was airborne as she blasted Scarlett with a flying forearm to the mouth that dropped her. Vivi quickly went for the cover, hooking the outside leg in the process.
Andy: What a forearm to the mouth! Scarlett will have to eat gumbo through a straw this week, Wolf! That’s it, pin her!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Scarlett got her shoulder up in time before the three as Vivi punished her for it with stiff right hands to the face before she finally got back to her feet.
Wolf: A near fall for Vivi right there, you’re right though. It would be a massive upset if Vivi derails Scarlett in her debut tonight at Climax!
The priestess headed for the ropes, crouching down as she stared at Scarlett like a bird of prey looking at its next victim. The Chicago crowd began to get louder and louder, trying to summon Scarlett back to her feet. Kincaid started to rise as Vivi took off, grabbing her head and looking for her running facebuster as she left her feet. But Kincaid lowered her head as Vivi missed grabbing it. The priestess landed on her feet, only to turn into a jumping leg lariat from Scarlett that mowed her down in the process.
Wolf: It’s clear that Scarlett has been adding to her arsenal since we last saw her, I don’t recall seeing that leg lariat before!
Andy: So what? She still hasn’t won, she just got lucky right there!
Vivi began to crawl towards the corner, trying to create some distance as Scarlett followed after her. Kincaid pelted her with a few shots before she sat her up on the top turnbuckle and began to climb up with her.
Wolf: I suspect we’re about to see one hell of a superplex from Kincaid here!
As soon as she got up with her though, Vivi raked her eyes and began to drive headbutts into her face repeatedly. She grabbed her head and delivered a front suplex that sent Kincaid face first onto the canvas before she rolled away from the corner, holding her head.
Andy: Well you’d be wrong, Vivi stopped her in her tracks and I think she’s about to polish her off once and for all.
Vivi extended her arms to her side in a cross sign before she flew off the top rope for a shooting star press. But Kincaid rolled towards the corner as Vivi had to course correct in mid air. The priestess landed on her feet, and turned into a kick to the gut from Scarlett, who was back to her feet...into her facebreaker DDT.
Wolf: SCARLETT FEVER!!
Kincaid hooked both legs tightly for the cover as the fans came to their feet to count along with the referee.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Phelps called for the bell as the crowd gave a roar of approval. Scarlett slowly got back to her feet, trying to catch her breath as the referee raised her hand. A smile spread across her face.
Andy: This proves nothing! Vivi didn’t know who she was facing, but she nearly beat her anyway!
John: Here is your winner………….SCARLETT KINCAID!!!
Scarlett climbed the corner, nodding her head and raising her hand in the air once more as the crowd showed her their support.
Wolf: I’ll give Vivi a great deal of credit, she gave Scarlett a hell of a fight despite not knowing she was facing her. But in the end, “nearly” doesn’t count as much as a win and Scarlett Kincaid’s SVW career begins on a very positive note in SVW.
Kincaid rolled out to the floor, giving Vivi her due as she said a few words to her before heading towards the ramp with the crowd chanting her name. A bright smile formed on the Cajun’s face as we cut elsewhere.
Survival Instinct
The lights in the arena dim, revealing a message lighting up the video wall.
“Thus, from the war of nature, from famine and death, the most exalted object which we are capable of conceiving, namely, the production of the higher animals, directly follows. There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.”
― Charles Darwin, The Origin of Species
The quote sits there a throughout, as a deep voice booms around the United Center.
Voice: We are all capable of survival.
There’s a murmur throughout the crowd, as some recognise the voice as that belonging to recent SVW signing GRENDEL.
GRENDEL: It’s a basic human instinct. Any one of you can simply survive. Like rats fleeing the sinking ship, the urge to preserve one’s life is innate. It is one of life’s greatest curses.
More murmuring in the pause.
GRENDEL: Each and every one of you has the ability to survive. But how many amongst you has what is in you to reach past that. To do more than merely survive, but to thrive? To grow?
The lights come up about the entranceway, where the man in question, the 6’10, 300lb monster known only as GRENDEL, now stands, microphone in one hand, steel chair hanging limp in the other.
GRENDEL: Evolve or Die. Throughout my career, the weak have construed it as a threat.The strong though, the brave, the smart, they have viewed it for what it is: a warning. This industry we perform in, once considered to be innovative and new, has grown stagnant. Stagnation invites death. This sport WILL die… unless we change ourselves. Unless we look inside of ourselves, and come to terms with what sacrifices, what adjustments, we must make to ensure that when the time comes, we are standing tall, and standing strong.
He pauses, and looks out on the Chicago crowd.
GRENDEL: I have observed those who compete here. Some here have evolved. Some are more than capable of making that decision, that leap, themselves.
A light chuckle.
GRENDEL: Then there are the others. Those content to merely be. Those who will need guidance to realise that potential. Those who don’t even realise how much they need it. And it is there my work will start.
He looks up at the screen, then back to the audience.
GRENDEL: Survival of the Fittest is how many have summarised it, although it is crude in it’s approximation. Strength born of conflict may be a better term. Those not able to make the leap themselves must be pushed. Those unwilling to make the choice will have it forced upon them. If they are strong, they will evolve. If not…
A broad smile.
GRENDEL: And thus my work begins.
GRENDEL swings the arm bearing the steel chair, and hurls it down the ramp, letting it skid on the metal work. As it comes to a halt, the camera focuses on it, it’s image replacing the quote on the screen, picking up a single word spray painted on the backrest: HOLT.
GRENDEL: Evolve, or Die.
Ain’t Like You by Blood For Blood kicks in over the PA system as GRENDEL turns and leaves, the image remaining on the video wall a while longer until it, and the music, simultaneously fade out.
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We head back to the ring after seeing the weeks of build leading up to the cage match. The crew is putting the finishing touches on the cage, adhering it to the ring and making sure it’s secure before we see John standing at ringside instead of in the ring.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it will be contested inside a steel cage! The winner will receive an Adrenaline Championship match!
Wolf: I expect a war is about to start here in just a matter of minutes.
Andy: For once, we agree. As much of a fan of Sunny as I am, she may have pushed Christopher a little too far.
The lights shut off almost entirely aside from a single spotlight at the entrance way. Qilin, the goth lolita, walks out with a mask in her hands. Qilin looks and giggles, kissing the forehead of the mask before raising it above her head and tossing it to the ground. As soon as it hits the ground the entire ramp is filled with fog and the arena goes quiet for a moment, Qilin completely obscured.
“Oh my god
Please help me, knee deep in the river tryin' to get clean
He says wash your hands, get out the stains
But you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay
Yeah you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay, sayin'
Come on!”
The roar with boos as the fog clears and standing next to Qilin is a masked woman, clad in gold, black and red, those crimson lips curl and she points at the ring. Making their way down QIlin hands pamphlets to anyone who would take one.
John: Hailing from, Yeongdeungpo District, South Korea this is the Game Changer....Sunny Kyoun!
“I rambled with the worst of them
Fell in love with a harlequin
Saw the darkest hearts of men
And I saw myself starin' back again
And I saw myself starin' back again”
Slowly she, alongside Qilin, slowly make it to the ring as smoke billows down the walkway to the ring. Qilin climbs up onto the apron and holds the ropes for her masked leader. Sunny quickly slips through the ropes and glares around as smoke surrounds the ring. Qilin helps Sunny remove the entrance attire before slipping out of ring. Sunny stares off, waiting, plotting.
Wolf: Ever since Sunny returned to SVW as Giocare originally, she has terrorized more than one member of the roster. But tonight, she will face a man she made things extremely personal for inside this steel cage.
Andy: I don’t think she’s worried about it. Sunny doesn’t strike me as the type to do things without thinking about them well in advance.
The lights go out as the chanting intro to “I Am Hell” by Machine Head begins to fill the arena. While the chanting goes on the tron screen is all sunshiny until it stops. Then the drums and guitar start. The sunshine gives away to blood rain.
“I am death
Arms held outstretched
I am hell
Born this mortal shell
I am wrath
Take this bloodbath
God sent me to kill you”
Reckless Jack makes his entrance known as he comes out from the back. RJ stands there with the robe over him, hood up, standing in his blood rain. After standing there head moving around to see the crowd. Reckless Jack begins to walking to the ring slowly taking his time soaking all of it in. The crowd keeps chanting for Reckless Jack seeing him set his mood. At ringside Reckless Jack hops up onto the ring apron entering the ring with no frills. Reckless Jack tosses the hood back looking at everyone through the mask taking the robe off. That gets handed to ringside as the rain comes to an end. Reckless Jack stands in the middle of the ring waiting for the blood to be shed.
John: And her opponent….he weighs in at 184 lbs.! This is….RECKLESS JACK!!
Wolf: I have never seen Christopher Kane like this, he’s a whole new person! And by the looks of it, a man ready to bleed and draw blood too!
Andy: That’s because he’s not right in the head, Wolf. This kid has more issues than a newsstand. But I think he’s in for a surprise if he thinks Sunny fears him
As referee Rudy Palmer locks the cage door, the two stare across at one another with RJ making a beeline for Sunny. The Korean wrestler doesn’t seem phased by it as she stares up into his face….before the fists begin flying. RJ immediately unloads with shots one after another aimed for Sunny’s head, showing her no reprieve at all. He backs her up into the corner, driving headbutts into her face for added damage. The crowd was already making a lot of noise as RJ fired a few elbows into her face as well. He quickly spun her around, and began driving her face into the turnbuckle before he scooped her up and sent her flying head first into the cage wall like a lawn dart. And the fans roared in approval!
Wolf: Good Lord, Reckless Jack is a man possessed! And Sunny got LAUNCHED into the cage! And to a nicer person it couldn’t have happened!
Andy: He’s working on pure adrenaline right now. He’s not thinking about title shots, he’s thinking about ripping Sunny apart!
Jack pulled her up from behind, scooping her back onto his shoulder again and then running towards the cage wall to drive her head into it again. He kept her there for a moment before delivering a running powerslam into the canvas. Sunny began to stir on the canvas as RJ took off for the ropes. As she rose to her feet, he left his and connected with a tornado DDT! The fans began chanting his name now as the referee told him to go for a cover, but RJ shook his head before measuring a knee drop into Sunny’s chest as she tried to sit up.
Andy: This isn’t right, Wolf! He’s not trying to win, he’s just here to injure someone! And these sick freaks in the United Center love it!
Wolf: Sunny made this bed, and Reckless Jack is making sure she lays in it! An unrelenting assault from Jack, and he’s not looking for a victory right now. He wants vengeance!
RJ pulled Sunny back up, driving a few knees into her body before he sat her facing the crowd on the top turnbuckle. He climbed up behind her, driving more headbutts into the back of her head before he went for a belly to back suplex. But Sunny held onto the top rope, causing Jack to fall backwards on the mat. He landed on the back of his head as Sunny tried to get her wits together before she climbed up, turned and connected with a double stomp into his chest from the top rope. She staggered a moment, as it was clear she didn’t quite have her legs under her yet after all she’d absorbed.
Andy: There you go, Sunny! Stomp this crazy bastard’s guts out, no one will miss him! I bet even his own wife is a closet Sunny fan.
Wolf: What an asinine thing to say! You saw what they did to that poor woman!
As RJ rolled to his stomach and began to try to get to his knees, Sunny bounced off the near side ropes and caught him with a kick in the face. He sat up, holding his face in pain as the Korean wrestler took off again. She bounced of the near side this time, and delivered a step-up enzuigiri to the back of his head. RJ went face down on the canvas as Sunny pulled him up by the face and began to tear at the mask. She began to dig her nails and create holes in it before she pulled his head back enough to bite into his nose. A spurt of blood began to drip from one of those holes now as Sunny got back to her feet, measuring and delivering a knee drop into his face to cause more blood.
Wolf: I think Sunny was trying to rip that mask off, or at least expose enough of it to where she could get to Kane’s face.
Andy: Yeah, and now I think she’s busted or broken his nose. That shark bite must have been satisfying after all the stuff he’s been doing to her since the bell rang.
Jack held his face in pain, staining his hands with his own blood as he tried to get to his feet. He finally got there as Sunny charged forward with a double palm thrust into his face that dropped him to a seat on the mat till a yakuza kick to the side of his head put him right back down again. The fans in the United Center booed to no end as Sunny dropped down, hooking the outside leg for a cover.
Wolf: Kane may not be able to see if that nose is broken, and Sunny’s looking to call it a night!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Jack rolled his shoulder in time before the three as Sunny bit into his face again. More blood began to seep from under the mask as Sunny rose to her feet, spitting out his blood back onto his face.
Andy: Turns out Sunny can be just as sadistic as this psycho can, only she does it better and is still trying to win this match. That’s going to be his undoing, he isn’t trying to win.
She glanced up towards the cage wall, and headed back to the corner again. She made her way to the top rope, standing stoic for a moment as she waited for Jack to start to move. And when he did, she jumped off and connected with a hurricanrana that drove the top of his head into the mat with violent impact. She quickly rolled him over, hooking the far leg for the cover.
Andy: Game over courtesy of the Game Changer, this is great!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!
Jack still managed to get his shoulder up just before the three count as Sunny sat up with a snarl on her face. She looked to Qilin, and then pointed to the door. The pamphlet girl darted in that direction, telling the referee on the outside to open it. And he did.
Wolf: Sunny can’t put Reckless Jack away with a pin, but she can certainly walk out of this cage with the victory all the same! Qilin’s got the door open for her!
Sunny got to her feet, and started towards the door. As she drew nearer to it, Jack began to get back to his feet very slowly. Qilin pointed behind Sunny to show her. And when the leader of the Worthy turned around, her face grimaced and she went for a superkick to his head. But Jack caught her foot….and the crowd came to life!
Andy: Uh oh...Sunny, that wasn’t part of the plan!
Jack jerked her leg towards him, causing Sunny to stumble forward into the waiting grip of both hands as he lifted her up for a sitout powerbomb that bounced her off the mat. The crowd was getting louder still as Jack shoved her away from him, still not wanting a cover. It was obvious that he was having trouble seeing at this point as he seemed disoriented. He slowly got back to his feet, still shaky and wobbling a bit before he pulled Sunny up into a fireman’s carry….into a roundhouse kick right on the jaw!
Wolf: MAD WORLD! Jack may have knocked her out, but he’s still not going for the cover!
Andy: I told you he was a idiot! He’s not interested in winning, just crippling! This guy’s sick in the head! Poor Sunny!
Jack got back to his feet, heading towards the door...and jerking it back shut with a shake of his head. He spat some blood towards Qilin through the cage wall before he began to climb up. He stopped at the top rope...but looked higher and headed up to the top of the cage instead. But as he was climbing, Qilin screamed at Sunny who finally began to move. The Korean wrestler looked around to see what was going on, and finally spotted Jack on his way up. She got back to her feet, and headed for the door and demanding the referee open it. But the official on the outside shook his head in confusion. Sunny heard her name as she glanced up to see Jack standing on top of the cell...with the key to the door.
Wolf: When he slammed the door….he must have taken the key with him! If Sunny wants out of the cage, she’s gonna have to go take the key!
Andy: Why don’t we have extra keys around here?! That’s theft!
Sunny cursed as she began to climb up the cage wall around the corner from Jack. But as she got up there, he had already moved around to intercept her. She glared up at him and caught him with a thumb to the eye that blinded him. She climbed up the rest of the way, trying to grab the key out of his hand. And immediately, the two began exchanging right hands as they sat on top of the cage. Each of them reeled from the shots until Sunny got the last one in, and then kicked her leg over as she was about to climb down. But Jack caught her by the hair.
Wolf: Sunny’s on the way down….NO SHE ISN’T!!
Jack jerked her back up as he perched himself to a standing position before they flew with a cyclorama from the top of the cage back into the ring with THUNDEROUS impact! The fans began a ‘HOLY SHIT!” chant as RJ lay over Sunny, neither of them moving as Palmer dropped to count!
Andy: JESUS CHRIST, THEY’RE DEAD!!
Wolf: THE RING SHOOK! I think they’re both out, but Jack’s on top!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Palmer called for the bell as the crowd roared in approval. The production crew began to disassemble the cage as the referee waved for some medical assistance. Trainers poured out of the back as Jack started to stir, pushing them away as he staggered to his feet. The referee raised his hand in victory as he tore the mask from his face to reveal the bloodied visage of Christopher Kane!
John: Here is your winner……………….RECKLESS JACK!!
Wolf: I don’t know how that man is standing, but tonight at Climax, Reckless Jack...Christopher Kane...whatever you want to call him….got his revenge for all that Sunny and the Worthy have done!
Andy: Of course, you’d be fanboying him after that! You and these people make me sick!
The trainers began to attend to both wrestlers as Christopher tossed the mask to the floor, while the personnel assisted him and Sunny while the cage was being taken down.
Wolf: Kane’s earned his title shot at the Adrenaline Champion, but I don’t think that was on his radar! He wanted payback...and he got it! And he doesn’t need that mask anymore!
As the camera looked down to the blood-stained mask of Reckless Jack, we head to a commercial for Aggression 100.
We head back to the ring, and the fans see the the Pride Championship is up next by the graphic on the video wall.
John: The following contest is a triple threat match for the SVW Pride Championship!
Andy: I have been looking forward to this match, if only for the fact that watching Isis crush people one on one is fun...but two at a time is SO much better.
A wicked guitar riff hits the sound system as as the song ‘Charisma’ by W.A.S.P. The arena immediately goes dark and a single white spotlight hits the top of the ramp. Green and purple music notes trail down the ramp as lights of the same colors begin to run throughout the crowds.
“I've a breath in minds of men with the lies I breathe!
No man's ever ruled the world not knowin' the curse of me!
I'm some of the seven sins, vanity in the lust of men!
I'm the Alpha-Omega man, I'll show you who I am!
Ohhhhhh, hypnotic charm, mesmerizin' face, my soul has a dark embrace!
A magic tongue, I'll seduce you all ‘till I'm your king, ‘till ya know my...!
CCHHHHAARRRIIIZZZMMMMAAAAAAAAAA!!! DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!?
I’M THE GOD THAT YOU PRAISE, WHEN YOU WORSHIP MY NAME!
CCHHHHAARRRIIIZZZMMMMAAAAAAAAAA!!! ARE YOU IDOLIZING ME!?
I’M A DANGEROUS THING, AND YOUR NEW MESSIAH’S ME!”
The lights turn brighten up and standing at the entrance ramp is an amazon of a woman with a side of her head shaved, dressed in a one piece wrestling attire. Bright pyros of green and purple begin exploding up the ramp in a pattern as “Charisma” continues to play over the sound system while “The Six String Sinner” does a little air guitar! She stops when the pyros come up beside her and smirks. With unfettered confidence she strides to the ring, stopping to point to a young man in the audience and tapping her cheek, telling him to kiss it... Before doing the same to the girl right next to him. Lydia checks her knee pads before she rolls into the ring just as John announces her.
John: From Sin City... Weighing in at 202 pounds... She is The Rawker For A New Generation...This is “THE SIX STRING SINNER”... LYDIA! CHARISMA!!
“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!”
As Lydia’s song begins to fade out she poses once more for the crowd, kissing her bicep to a warm reaction.
Wolf: Lydia Charisma is the only person I think I’ve ever seen who proved she can knock Isis out, and they have met more than once for this title. It always ended in controversy, that won’t be the case tonight.
Andy: Nope, there must be a winner. We don’t have to worry about getting counted out or someone getting disqualified. Doesn’t mean Lydia is going to win, but you are technically right.
A board game appears on the screen. We see two sets of hands moving pieces back and forth on a chess board until the final move finds the queen capturing the king.
Voice: Checkmate! The Queen takes the King.
The arena lights go out before the familiar sound of the opening voice echoes throughout the arena.
MZ HYDE!
The lights stay off before a single spotlight hits the stage as the first verse of Mz Hyde begins to play, Jodie Gray comes skipping out onto the ramp with the Champion of Champion’s title around her shoulder. and turns her back towards the crowd, her Dr. Jekyll and Mz. Hyde outfit flapping around as she lowers her head, slowly removing her top hat. Seth Star walks out and stands beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Jodie’s head snaps back as she looks at the crowd.
As the chorus hits, the lights begin to flash between purple, gold, and white lights, Jodie slowly removes her jacket to reveal her Mz. Hyde ring attire.
John: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina; being accompanied to the ring by her boyfriend, Seth star, she is the Champion of Champions and the face of Future Shock; this is “The Queen of Games” Jodie Gray!
Jodie rallies the crowd as she makes her way into the ring as Seth smiles at her, she blows him a kiss before placing her top hat and and jacket together in the corner. She skips around the ring a bit before finally reaching her corner; from which she then awaits the bell to ring.
Wolf: Jodie Gray earned this shot several weeks ago, but had to deal with some business regarding a certain “Red Star” we are going to see later. Tonight, she finally gets her chance at her first title in SVW.
Andy: Yeah yeah yeah, they always end the same. Every time Jodie gets to a title shot, she might as well shove her own fingers down her throat so she can choke again.
John: Making her way to the ring, accompanied by the “Latin Goddess” Valentina Lozano, she hails from the City Of Angels, Los Angeles, California…standing at an impressive 6 foot 6 and weighing 230 pounds. She is the reigning & defending SVW Pride Champion…the “Titaness of Destruction”…
ISIS MORALES!!!!!!
The lights in the arena go out.
Just then as the intro to “Kong at the Gates” by The Misfits blares into the arena, generating a buzz from the crowd.
As the music begins, and the spotlight is beaming on the stage, Isis Morales comes out of the curtain, along with Valentina Lozano. Wearing her black hoodie that is covering her head and having the championship belt over her shoulder, Isis makes their way down the aisle in a slow, intimidating pace, with Valentina close behind, and the spotlight following them on their way to the ring.
Once they climb up to the apron of the ring, Valentina enters the ring while Isis faces the crowd and uncovers her hood, revealing her face, looking menacingly at the crowd. She easily steps over the top rope to enter the ring with ease and then walks towards the center of the ring to stand there, soaking up the reaction from the crowd. Isis then stomps her foot down on the mat with force and, instantly, the four corners of the ring shoot out smoke, with a booming sound, mimicking an explosion as she holds her belt in the air. She then lets out a primal roar and then goes over to a corner where she climbs up and holds her belt in the air, yelling back at the crowd at every chance. She then goes toward the opposite turnbuckle and does the same thing after climbing up. Meanwhile, Valentina stands in the middle of the ring pointing at Isis in the corner with a sexy, but icy, smirk. Then, as she comes down, Isis takes off her hoodie and gives it to Valentina and gives the belt to the referee. Isis then runs herself across the ropes once to loosen herself up before joining Valentina in the corner of the ring as they wait for the match to begin.
Wolf: Isis Morales is one of the most dominating figures I have ever seen in this business, and I’ll be frank. I feel like she’s still the favorite tonight even under triple threat rules!
Andy: I’ll still be Andy then, Frank. But I agree with you. No one has proven they can take down Isis without some kind of fluke. I’ve seen her in multi-person matches, she still wins!
Referee Rudy Palmer takes the title from Isis before he raises it high above his head and calls for the bell. He hands the title to John before he exits the ring. All three women look at one another from their respective corners. Jodie and Lydia exchange a few words before they start moving towards one another. The two continue to talk as Isis smiles from her corner….until they play a game of rock paper scissors. Both come up with scissors...and take off towards Isis together to a roar from the crowd. Jodie and Lydia began hammering forearms and right hands into the Pride Champion in the corner relentlessly. Isis shoves Jodie backwards by the face, but Lydia starts to connect with shoulder blocks into her abdomen, driving her back into the corner. Jodie runs right back, hopping up over Lydia onto the middle rope before she begins driving ten right hands into Isis’ head as Lydia continues working over her body.
Andy: Hey! They’re supposed to face each other, this isn’t a handicap match!
Wolf: Jodie and Lydia clearly making a little pact here, and the two of them are focusing all their attention on the Pride Champion! A very smart strategy!
Lydia finally relented with the shoulder thrusts, instead driving uppercuts into Isis’ ribs. Jodie finished the ten punches with an elbow to the top of her head before she grabbed Isis’ head. Charisma backed out of the way as Gray went for a bulldog off the middle rope. She almost made it till Isis stopped...only for Lydia to sweep her legs so Jodie could finish the move. The Chicago crowd loved it as Jodie got back to her feet. Lydia and Jodie then grabbed Isis’ legs, one foot for each of them before she could get up and pulled her legs apart with a split the hard way, trying to stretch Isis’ hamstring. As Isis clutched her groin, Lydia whipped Jodie across for the ride. And as the Queen rebounded, Charisma used a back body drop to send Jodie into a senton onto the Pride Champion’s chest.
Wolf: This is brilliant strategy, Jodie and Lydia are working together and they’ve already got Isis in trouble on the canvas!
Andy: This isn’t brilliant...it’s unfair! This is supposed to be a triple threat, damn it!
Jodie hooked the outside leg for a cover, but Isis shoved her off before the referee could get into proper position to count it. The redhead sat up as Jodie and Lydia now began to take turns firing kicks, Jodie with shots to the back and Lydia with stiff front kicks into her chest. Seven connected on both sides till they pulled her up to her feet. A pair of knees doubled the champion over before they grabbed her head and TOGETHER delivered a vertical suplex on the champion that brought the crowd to its feet!
Wolf: You can count on one hand the number of times that woman has been given a suplex like that! Jodie and Lydia are taking apart the Titaness, we’re gonna crown a new champion!
Andy: No, we aren’t! They’re supposed to fight each other too, what do you expect when you double team one person?!
Wolf: Valentina is beside herself ringside watching as Isis is getting taken apart piece by piece!
Both of the girls get to their feet as they seem to discuss some strategy for a moment before they take off together towards the far side ropes as Isis is starting to get back up again. The pair join hands for a double clothesline, but walk into a dual goozles around their neck that stop them in their tracks from the Titaness. Isis snaps them up and delivers a double chokeslam that shakes the canvas, much to the chagrin of the crowd. The champion leans against the ropes a moment, trying to pull herself together after absorbing all that offense.
Andy: It was only a matter of time before that happened! Isis realizes these two can’t beat her one on one, so they have to double team her! Luckily for her, she’s a team by herself!
Wolf: Jodie and Lydia were looking for a double clothesline, but only got a pair of chokeslams for their trouble! And now the Pride Champion has asserted herself in this title match!
Neither of the girls were fast to get up, so Isis pulled Jodie up and threw her into a corner. She followed her with a corner clothesline before she began to fire uppercuts into Jodie’s ribs that lifted her feet off the mat with each blow. It doubled Gray over as Isis connected again and again before she scooped the Queen up and sent her flying with a gorilla press slam. Lydia began to get up next, trying to get to her feet before the champion charged across and delivered a big boot to the side of her head that put her right back down. Morales pulled her up into a front carry before delivering a fallaway slam that sent Lydia crashing back first into the turnbuckles. The champion sat up with an angry look on her face as Valentina encouraged her from the floor.
Wolf: Isis is playing divide and conquer in this Pride Championship match...and it’s working! She’s taking them one at a time, and the Pride Champion is holding court in Chicago!
Andy: See, that’s what happens when you piss her off. And believe me, these two have done that in spades with this double team crap! Now they are paying for it, Valentina’s happy too!
As Lydia began to try to get up, Isis delivered a facewash in the corner with her boot across her jaw and driving her down to the mat. She pulled her back to her feet, scooping her up over one shoulder and taking off for the next corner to deliver a snake eyes that put Lydia on wobbly legs...until a massive lariat from the Titaness flipped her to the mat in a heap. The champion dropped down, plunging both hands into Lydia’s chest for a cover as Palmer fell into position to count.
Andy: Devastating clothesline! Lydia’s neck may be a couple inches longer after that! And it’s already over, Wolf!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Charisma got her shoulder up before the three. As Isis began to sit up on her knees, a running knee trembler from Jodie caught her in the side of the head, and rocked her to her hands and knees. The crowd got louder as Jodie took off for the ropes again as Isis started to push up to her feet, only to catch a kneelift to the face that dropped her back to her knees again.
Wolf: Lydia managed to get that shoulder up just in the nick of time, and now Jodie’s got her second wind and is rocking Isis’ skull with that knee!
As the champion tried to get up again, Jodie grabbed her head and drilled her with a snap DDT into the canvas. The Queen of Games quickly rolled her over, and made the cover as Palmer dropped to count.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Isis rolled her off at two, and began to get back to her feet again. Jodie wasted no time, immediately heading for the corner behind her. As the Titaness rose back to her feet, Jodie went for a flying clothesline that rocked her backwards. But she didn’t go down.
Andy: Jodie tried to take her down with that clothesline, but it’s like a hitting a brick wall with Isis. She didn’t go down!
As the champion stumbled again, Jodie headed back for the corner and climbed up to the top rope. This time, she flew off with a missile dropkick that sent Isis stumbling backwards again...into the waiting arms of Lydia, who delivered a ring-shaking German suplex onto the champion. The crowd roared in approval as Charisma lunged across her for the cover.
Wolf: That dropkick didn’t take her down either, but the suplex did! LYDIA’S GOT THE COVER!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
TH-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
As Isis was about to get her shoulder up, Lydia was pulled off the cover by her feet by Jodie. The Six String Sinner got to her feet, going chest to chest with Jodie as Gray shook her head up to her.
Andy: It had to happen sooner or later! What did Lydia think? Jodie was going to let her get the cover?! Please! Now it’s finally about to become a real triple threat!
A shoving match began to ensue before the two started trading punches with one another. Both delivered some solid shots, but Lydia’s strength was giving her the advantage as she began to rock Jodie back into the ropes. She grabbed her arm, and whipped her across for the ride before Lydia popped her into the air and brought her back down into a sitout powerbomb! Charisma grabbed both legs for the cover as Palmer dropped to count!
Wolf: A pop up powerbomb, and Jodie was planted! NEW CHAMPION!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Jodie managed to get her shoulder up in time before the three as Lydia got back to her feet. The Sinner shook her head as she pulled Jodie up to her feet. She planted her head again and picked her up for another powerbomb, but this time she ran for the corner. Jodie slipped through behind her and rolled her up with a sunset flip!
Andy: Lydia’s gonna powerbomb her into the corner!
Wolf: NO SHE ISN’T….JODIE WITH A SUNSET FLIP!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Charisma got her arm up in time before the three. Jodie popped up to her knees, trying to get her wits about her before she got back to her feet. Lydia was already starting to get up as Jodie took off towards the ropes, using the middle rope for a springboard into her Cannon Drill. But Lydia ducked it, and Jodie managed to land on her feet….in front of the now vertical Titaness who scooped her up and dropped her with a powerslam into the mat. Lydia watched as Isis rose back to her feet, and turned her full attention on the Sinner!
Wolf: What a powerslam, Jodie was driven into the canvas! I think they forgot about Isis!
Andy: How do you forget about Isis?! If you’re right, Lydia just remembered her!
The two stared across at each other for a moment as the fans came to their feet. Isis and Lydia charged one another, and began throwing hands in a flurry. The crowd responded with every shot as the two traded blows. Isis seemed to be getting the better of the exchange till a discus elbow from Lydia rocked her backwards. A second one connected as well before she pulled her head down between her legs, and gave the sign to the fans.
Wolf: LYDIA’S CUEING THE MUSIC!!
As Lydia went to grab her around the waist, Isis rose back up with her now on her shoulders. The Titaness’ face was thunderous as Lydia began trying to land elbows into the side of her head. But it was all for naught as Isis launched her into the F5 DDT!!
Andy: VOYAGE TO ARMAGEDDON!! GAME SET MATCH!
As Isis started to rise, Jodie bounced off the middle rope with her Cannon Drill. It caught the champion right to the jaw, and sent her stumbling and falling backwards into the ropes. Her arms got tied up as Valentina hopped up onto the apron to free her. Jodie dove on top of Lydia for the cover.
Andy: WAIT….SHE’S CAUGHT IN THE ROPES!!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Palmer called for the bell as the crowd erupted in the United Center, coming to their feet as Jodie sat up on her knees in shock.
Wolf: I don’t believe it…..neither does Jodie!!
Valentina finally freed Isis from the ropes as the Titaness stormed after Jodie, who rolled out under the bottom rope. The referee joined her, raising her hand as Seth gave her the Pride title.
John: The winner of this match…..AND NEW SVW PRIDE CHAMPION……..’THE QUEEN OF GAMES’ JODIE GRAY!!
Tears began to well up in the new champion’s face as she looked down at her first championship, clutching it to her chest like a longlost child before Seth raised her hand. Isis paced back and forth in the ring as Jodie kissed her fiance rather heatedly before she raised her new championship over her head with tears on her face.
Wolf: What was that you were saying about a choke artist?! Jodie Gray played the best game of her SVW career tonight, and she’s leaving with the title!
Andy: She didn’t beat the champion, it doesn’t count! But she’ll have to deal with her. Soak it up, Queenie! It ain’t gonna last long!
Jodie shook with excitement and joy as she wiped her face of the tears and the sweat, raising her title high above her head as Isis looked ready to pop in the ring.
Wolf: The Queen of Games is the Queen of the Pride division tonight!
With the fans giving Jodie all the accolades as Seth applauds her, we cut elsewhere.
Not A Happy Soumi
(We cut backstage to see Miranda Meadows stood in front of the SVW Climax logo next to a stressed looking Dr. Donald T. Soumi who can be seen puffing away at three cigarettes in one hand and of course his associate - SVW’s rising four-hundred plus pound monster, “Butcher” Braddock.)
MIRANDA: Ladies and gentleman, my name is Miranda Meadows and I am standing by with Dr. Donald T. Soumi and his associate “Butcher” Braddock!
(We hear audible jeers from the crowd as Braddock stares a hole through Miranda and Dr. Soumi funnels smoke through his nose, screwing it up as he does.)
DR. SOUMI: Always a joy..
(He hisses at Miranda, taking another trio of drags from the battery of cigarettes resting between his nicotine stained fingers. The latter pursing her lips and nodding with a sneaky roll of her eyes.)
MIRANDA: Now obviously we know that your associate, Braddock, is not here to compete tonight at Climax following a defeat on his last appearance at Aggression in his four corners ma-...
DR. SOUMI: -..Excuse me?!
(Dr. Soumi interrupts her, blowing a cloud of smoke into her face that causes her to step back, choke and splutter as he tears the microphone out of her hand.)
MIRANDA: -Coughing- W-...what hell is y-...
DR. SOUMI: How about we start this interview again, sugar-tits? Or how about you just stand back and let the people who MATTER speak?!
(Dr. Soumi snarls as Braddock widens his eyes and shakes his head at Miranda, who looks furious and if she’s about to lamp Dr. Soumi as the crowd can be heard jeering vociferously at his sheer disrespect of an esteemed member of SVW’s broadcast team. He literally gives her the shooing motions with his hand as she grinds her teeth in fury and he turns to the camera with his eyes burning bright as the tips of his Marlboro red shitgarettes.)
DR. SOUMI: First of all, let it be known to the entire SVW cosmos that on episode #99 of hashtag Aggression my associate DID NOT LOSE to anyone! ..And he’s certainly not here at Climax to be talked down to by an airheaded bimbo like Miranda Meadows.
(He scoffs, turning to her for a moment to shake his own head with disbelief and disgust as the crowd react with nuclear heat and he turns back to the camera, finishing all three cigarettes in one mighty and life-shortening lungful of death.
He flicks all three cigarette butts aside, in the direction of the camera, pausing as the crowd chant “PLEASE GET CANCER!” and he screws his face up as if he’s just bitten into a sour lemon.)
DR. SOUMI: On episode #99 of Aggression my associate - my human atom bomb, my “Butcher”, Braddock was SCREWED out of winning his four corners match by combination of poor officiating, interference by a coward and AWFUL management! So how about we establish those FACTS before we even attempt to address why myself and Braddock, SVW’s savior and bastion of hope for the future are here at SVW’s so-called blockbuster pay per view “Climax” despite the idiots who run this place clearly being too blind to see what a game-changing talent they have in their ranks and not having the pig-brained fucking sense to actually book him on a card clearly crying out for someone people will actually want to tune in and watch.
(He spits, pulling another cigarette from his pack so angrily that he burns his fingers lighting it.)
DR. SOUMI: Let it be known to anyone - especially you Miranda that my associate, or “client” as everyone likes to refer to him as DOMINATED his four corners match just a couple of weeks ago and was on course to not only win, but DESTROY every man and woman who either tried and failed miserably to stand in his path or simply run away like other so-called talents. My Butcher, my Braddock was laying waste to all comers before once again his big match saw an interference and the soon to be Black -and- blue “Big Bootyman” Dumbass Darren decided to stick his nose where it wasn’t wanted and between him and that clearly biased official COST HIM his chance of sealing the deal and putting Sydney Holt and David Cyclone out of business for good.
(He broods as Braddock makes bending motions with his wrists and bounces on the spot, Miranda just in shot shaking her head with disgust as Dr. Soumi continues on his tangent, the booing still audible and showing no signs of subsiding.)
DR. SOUMI: My associate was attacked, jumped out of nowhere and despite NOT being legal, despite not being ELIGIBLE to be counted out fell victim to exactly that. Circumstances out of his control. He was the victim of an absolute hatchet job. A hatchet job our general manager has done little to nothing to properly fix. Instead deciding to side with a man who interfered in a show-piece match and defend and official who clearly doesn’t know how to do his damn job. According to our wonderfully fair and imbalanced general manager Darren Black felt as if he owed SVW’s fastest rising STAR a “receipt” thanks to Sugata Hotaru’s chair-assisted attack on him the best part of a month ago so it’s fine isn’t it? All fair and dandy.
(He nods sarcastically, puffing manically at his cigarette as he looks left and right, Braddock’s face a mask of absolute thunder.)
DR. SOUMI: Well it’s not fine, Darren Black and it’s NOT all fair and dandy. Not for you, you great Big Dumbass. Because now it’s YOU who has a receipt coming his way in the near future and it’s name is “Butcher” Braddock and he’s going to carve you the fuck up AGAIN just like he did when he secured the fastest debut win in SVW history - maybe ever. You’ve poked the beehive on this one and grabbed the wrong tiger by the tail. You should have let it go, let Braddock march on and fight another day but you didn’t. And now you’re going to pay in blood because our corrupt general manager Mark Horton has finally gone and done -something- right in confirming your career burial. “Butcher” Braddock vs Darren Black II - The rematch. This time with no run ins. No attacks, no assists - a straight up battering that will see you RUE the day you decided to try and meddle in the affairs of my six-six, four hundred plus pound STAR. You failed at being a professional footballer and you’re soon to be a failed professional wrestler too. If you thought that chair Sugata wrapped around your skull did some damage then just wait until this ultra-violent, oversized psychopath gets his hands on you. It’s going to be so ugly it’ll make your pantheon of ho’s look half-doable and I promise yo-....
(Dr. Soumi stops, panting as he turns to his right and Braddock takes a cautious step forward and Cyclone walks into shot carrying the golden microphone known as the “Magic Mic” He smirks at Braddock before looking at Soumi and holding the trophy up.)
CYCLONE: You know Doc, I think you need to calm down a bit; for a doctor you don’t seem to know what’s good for your blood pressure and believe me, that smoke really isn’t good for anyone’s lungs in this backstage area. Now I know you’re angry and I know you’re looking at someone to take that anger out on and believe me that guy is Darren Black and you’re going to get your chance to do that. But for now you are just going to have to wait until you get that chance on another date. Me on the other hand, I have this thing.
(Cyclone holds up the trophy, shaking it around in front of Soumi and then at Braddock.)
CYCLONE: I’m sure you know this already, but this guarantees me a shot against anyone I want on the roster. That means absolutely anyone, hell if i wanted to, i could jump in the ring with your big guy right now.
(Braddock grins, rubbing his palms together at the thought as Cyclone smugly looks back at him.)
CYCLONE: But I’m not an idiot, I’m not the sort of guy who stupidly follows another wrestler backstage whilst I’m in a match either. Not like this big hunk of meat, I mean come on Doc, i thought you gave this guy instructions, you trying to tell me you told him to get lost in the parking lot?
(We can see Miranda smiling impishly behind Cyclone as Braddock irritably balls his fist and his knuckles audibly begin to crack, Dr. Soumi with his face twisted up like a pretzel stepping in between the two as he eyes the “Magic Mic” up and down)
DR. SOUMI: Cy-clown, what a pleasure! So after stealing his trophy you now want to steal Braddock’s air-time as well? How novel. And definitely not smart.. Lovely version of events too and for a coward like you it doesn’t surprise me that someone who spent so much of the match running away from his own shadow that you failed to notice my associate getting jumped by a man who would make breakfast out of a geriatric like you and subsequently getting Braddock counted out. But don’t worry - your time will come and we’ll see how well you do the second SVW sees some sense and books the decisive fall these fans were ROBBED of seeing fairly contested!
(He proclaims, playing the victim as he finishes his cigarette and flicks it past Cyclone who doesn’t blink.)
DR. SOUMI: And whilst we’re on the subject of this supposed “Magic Mic” what’s so magic about it anyway? Does it mean you’re suddenly going to strip for us and start starring in bad Warner Brothers movies? What makes you think that “Magic Mic” is going to make any difference when you DO decide to grow a pair and cash it in on someone? No amount of magic, not even the power of God can fix the crippling injuries that are soon going to put an end to your company killing reign of terror. You’re on borrowed time, your days are absolutely numbered and you damn well know it.
(Still smirking at the two of them the SCW Hall of Famer puts his hand on the shoulder of Soumi, testing the restraint of Braddock.)
CYCLONE: You know I don’t have to worry about my crippling problem as I hear you have a great Yoga program that i can sign up for. But for now I actually feel that you guys are wasting my time. So as much as I’d like to hang around…
(Cyclone looks the big guy up and then down and then up again, emphasizing largely on the up.)
CYCLONE: ...I actually have bigger things to attend to. Enjoy the rest of the show.
(Taking his trophy with him, Cyclone walks off camera but not before once more looking at the “Butcher”)
DR. SOUMI: Ain’t no one bigger than my associate… He’ll get his..
(Dr. Soumi apprises, patting Braddock on his shoulder before pulling yet another cigarette from his pack and coughing heavily as he goes to light it before he stops and looks over at Miranda who is still smiling roguishly at him following the impromptu exchange with “Mr. Main Event”.)
MIRANDA: You should definitely think about quitting those.
(She nods as Dr. Soumi angrily shakes his head, lights it and motions for Braddock to follow him as he exits the other way to Cyclone.)
MIRANDA: Seriously - someone needs to get that man a vape. Back to you guys!
(Miranda winks as we fade to the #SVWClimax logo.)
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(Written by Mark)
We head back to the ring as John is stepping through the ropes, with his microphone already in hand.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Wolf: Samara issued a challenge, she wanted a fight. Linda Ragnal was more than happy to take her up on it.
Andy: I’m pretty sure Samara was hoping someone higher up the card would be the one, but she should make pretty short work of T-Ragnal.
The lights go dark aside from the ramp, as it's lit with a flashing a slow pulse of alternating blue and white. Samara’s laughter echoes through the arena briefly as Lady Venom by Swollen Members hits the speakers. Samara slowly makes her way out with a smirk, stopping at the top of the ramp. Samara’s expensive sunglasses reflecting the light as she cracks her knuckles and adjusts her MMA gloves before walking down the ramp.
John: Hailing from Berkshire, England, this is the Succubus.....”The Berkshire Beauty” Samara Steele!!!
The buxom raven haired woman makes her way down, making sure to stay out of touching distance of the crowd, slowly using the steps to climb into the ring. Samara makes her way across to the ropes, smirking as she leans over the top rope, blowing a kiss to the camera-man and giving both fans and viewers a wonderful angle to look at. Samara removes her sunglasses, handing them to the official so they can be put aside. Cracking her knuckles Samara leans against the far corner, ready for the match.
Wolf: You may not think much of her opponent, but I think Samara has her work cut out for her tonight. If she overlooks Linda, she will surely regret it.
Andy: Who wouldn’t overlook Linda?! I read she’s a tyrant of a woman anyway, who has been texting with some loudmouth manager in FFW.
PUT ON YOUR WAR PAINT
“The Phoenix” plays over the PA system, signalling to the fans that Linda Ragnal is on her way out. Once the blonde woman walks out, she waves to the fans before standing at the center of the stage, pointing her finger up before the screen displays a blue phoenix on it. Following that Linda walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans.
John: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Manhattan, New York by way of Scranton, PA...she is the Water Born Phoenix...LINDA! RAGNAL!
Linda rolls into the ring under the ropes, standing up as she clears them. She stands on the turnbuckles, planting two fingers against her lips before pointing them out to the crowd. Linda tosses her hat out to the audience as well before hopping off the turnbuckles and waiting for her opponent.
Referee Rudy Palmer calls for the bell as Linda and Samara meet in the center of the ring immediately after hearing it. Linda offers her a handshake, but Samara instead drives an elbow into her jaw for the effort. Three more in rapid succession land as she drives Linda back into the corner. A trio of European uppercuts follow that before she grabs her head, and uses a bulldog out of the corner to the canvas. Linda begins to get up, only for Samara to grab her arms and drop her with a double underhook suplex back to the canvas. The brunette rises to her feet, and drops a knee into her head when she tries to get up. The Succubus rises again, a smile on her face as she steps over Linda with more than a little arrogance.
Andy: See what an easy go she is having of this? Samara wanted a challenge, she didn’t want Max Sato’s sexting buddy.
Wolf: Those rumors are unfounded, and Samara’s ego is already getting the better of her as she’s antagonizing this crowd instead of staying focused on Linda.
Samara gets surprised though after she steps past her when Linda rolls her up from behind into a pinning predicament!
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Samara kicks out just after the two, getting back to her feet quickly and beginning to hammer Linda’s back as she tries to get up. A pair of ax handle blows find the mark before she scoops her up into a front carry, and falls face forward with a powerslam. She gives the blonde a glare before unloading with closed fists repeatedly into her head.
Wolf: Like I told you, she needs to keep her mind on Linda Ragnal. She almost lost it right there, and would have had no one but herself to blame.
Andy: Quit playing favorites. Almost doesn’t count in wrestling. You either do or you don’t. And T-Ragnal the Sexting Sexpot didn’t.
The brunette gets back to her feet, pulling Linda up with her and applied what looked to be the start of a Russian leg sweep. But Linda got one arm free, and began firing elbows into her face repeatedly till she broke free of the hold. With Samara dazed, Linda grabbed her arm and whipped her across to the far corner. The brunette hit the corner back first as Linda charged in with a splash. Samara stumbled out of the corner as Linda hopped up onto the second turnbuckle behind her, waiting for her to turn back towards her. And when she did, Ragnal left her feet and snapped off a hurricanrana! She quickly hooked both legs in a pin attempt as Palmer dropped to count.
Wolf: A beautiful rana from the middle rope, Samara may be out here!
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Samara kicked out after the two as Linda got back to her feet. The blonde took a moment to get herself together before she hit the far side ropes, and rebounded into a senton back splash a la Rolling Thunder. Linda hooked the outside leg again as Palmer fell to count.
Wolf: TIDAL WAVE!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Samara kicked out again as Linda sat up to catch her breath. The crowd began to get louder in their support of her as she climbed back to her feet. The blonde took off towards the ropes, using them for a springboard into an Asai moonsault. But Samara got her knees up, and Ragnal landed across them instead. It doubled her over on the canvas as Samara sat up now, trying to collect herself.
Andy: Lot of good it did her, now Max Sato’s girlfriend is gasping for breath like she’s taking the uh...Full Sato.
The Succubus started to get to her feet, pulling Linda up and tucking her head between her legs. She hoisted her up for what looked like a piledriver, but Linda sat up on her shoulders and began to pound fists into her head repeatedly. The Succubus staggered backwards with Linda still on her shoulders, raining right hands before Samara went face forward with a powerbomb that spiked the back of Linda’s head on the canvas with Samara laying on top of her. Palmer dove into position to count.
Andy: I love it, that idiot just got herself powerbombed!
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!
Linda got her shoulder up in time before the three as Samara began to push up to her knees. Ragnal held the back of her head as the brunette gathered herself and finally got back up.
Wolf: You can tell how much damage that powerbomb did, Ragnal’s holding her head just off the impact of it!
Samara got the signal for her piledriver, which got nothing but boos from the crowd. She planted Linda’s head between her legs again. And when she tried to lift her, Linda shoved her off. The brunette went for a backfist to put her back down, but Linda grabbed her arm and jerked her down to the canvas. She quickly applied her anaconda vice in the center of the ring.
Andy: What?! NOO!! She’s not supposed to do that!
Wolf: Linda countered out of the piledriver, and now Samara’s caught in the vice! Linda’s got the EEL WRAP locked in, and they aren’t close to the ropes at all!
Samara grabbed for the ropes, but as Wolf noted, none were nearby as Linda kept the hold locked in very tightly. The brunette struggled to get free, but it seemed to only tighten the grip even more from the veteran. Palmer checked again and again before Samara finally tapped the mat. The referee called for the bell as Linda broke the hold, a tired smile on her face as she got to her feet.
Wolf: Samara tapped, and Linda Ragnal has just notched the biggest win of her SVW career!
Andy: I think there was a spider on the mat she was trying to kill, she didn’t tap!
John: Here is your winner by submission…………LINDA RAGNAL!!
The referee raised her hand in victory, again making the blonde smile as she listened to the crowd in the United Center. However, the celebration was short-lived when a steel chair crashed across Linda’s back and drove her into the canvas. Samara, a still pained expression on her face, stood over her with a furious expression.
Andy: There you go, Samara! That’s how you handle people like T-Rag there!
Samara set up the chair, and pulled Linda into position before delivering a package piledriver into the chair with Linda’s head. A deafening chorus of boos greeted the brunette as she got to her feet, and raised her hand in victory.
Wolf: Samara with that Double D Driver into the steel, all because she got beat fair and square!
Andy: Linda doesn’t look like much of a winner, does she though? I doubt this is over, but if Linda’s smart, she’ll stay out of Samara’s way from now on.
Wolf: I guarantee she hasn’t heard the last of this!
Samara raised her hand once again after she rolled out to the floor. From there, we head to a commercial for the next SVW event, Rampage!
John: The following match is a Fatal Fourway.... And it is for... THE SEX & VIOLENCE WRESTLING ADRENALINE CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd gets plunged into darkness. The silence gets broken by John Youle as he starts to make the introduction.
John: Hailing from Sherbrooke in the province of Quebec, Canada. She weighs in at 142lbs and stands 5’8” tall. This is the… “ONE WOMAN SHOW” SHAUGHNESSY O’NEILL!!!
Alice Cooper’s Poison begins to play as the video wall shows close ups of different parts of Shaw’s face before finally cutting to a live feed of the young woman as the spotlight hits her in the middle of the stage. Starting to nod her head along to the beat of the music, the young woman heads down to the ring, the spotlight following her all the way to the ring. Rolling under the bottom rope Shaw kips up to her feet and stands in a corner, checking everything about her ring gear is in position as she waits to start the match.
Wolf: That woman love her or hate her has her eyes set on the Adrenaline championship as are all three of the other competitors tonight, the champion included. Amelia Realm, do you think Shaw is going to pull it out tonight?
Amelia: I dunno, Lobo. Shaw has three women looking to take her head off as well as get the title. She is like the secondary goal or something, pana. Goal 1: Get or retain Adrenaline title. Goal 1B: Hurt Shaw. That kind of gives her a mental advantage.
The flute introduction of "Animal" plays through the sound system, as Leona comes out. She looks over the cheering crowd, pointing at two random spots into the audience before letting out a loud roar, which is followed by a lion's roar echoing through the sound system.
John: And her opponent, from Monterrey, Mexico... LEONA VEGA!
She then sprints and hops onto the ring apron, and in the same impact, she hops over the top rope, landing in a three-point stance inside the ring. soaking in the crowd's cheers, she gets up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle to taunt the crowd, roaring at them, pumping her arm and acknowledging them, before jumping back down and facing the ring.
Wolf: Another competitor who has been doing the chase of the Adrenaline title for a long time, Leona Vega. Leona was a big part of why Shaw can say she isn’t Adrenaline champion, a fact I doubt O’Neill has forgotten.
Amelia: Leona has done the dance with Cara before and I have to believe that she needs to quench the thirst for Adrenaline gold she has worked up for over a year! ...Speaking of quenching a thirst, Lobo...
“Titanium” Begins to strum out over the speakers, sending the arena into a pulse of pink and white strobes.
You shout it out, but I can’t hear a word your say
I’m talking loud, not saying much.
I’m criticised, but all your bullets ricochet.
Shoot me down, but I get up.
During the opening lines, Jo McFarlane steps out onto the stage to a pop from the crowd. She raises her arms to shoulder level, and begins to flap them somewhat, egging the crowd on.
John: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Edinburgh, Scotland! Weighing in at one hundred and twenty-seven pounds, please welcome “The Living Firework” JO! MCFARLANE!
I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose,
Fire away, fire away!
Ricochet, you take your aim,
Fire away fire away!
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall,
I am titanium!
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall,
I am titanium!
During the more upbeat chorus, Jo runs down the ramp to a series of pyro that goes off with her steps down the ramp. She carries on the momentum to veer around a corner, up the steps, grabbing the top rope and flipping over them, landing on her feet to another pop from the crowd. She then takes off towards her corner, where she ascends the middle turnbuckle and holds her arms out wide, taking in the noise from the crowd. Jumping down, she looks into the ring and does some last minutes stretches while her music fades out.
Amelia: Time and time again she has come so close, Lobo! What more can Jo McFarlane go through to be victorious?
Wolf: Jo had a tough test versus you and Defy, leading her to another opportunity madee.... All three women in the ring want the title but they are looking to dethrone THIS woman.
“STAND UP!”
“Stand Up” by POS hits the PA and Hurricane Cara Stone walks out from the back slowly, carrying her championship in her left hand. SHe throws the title belt over her shoulder and starts running back and forth on the stage and playing to each side of the arena. The fans respond in kind. Cara walks to the top of the ramp and jumps up as some pyro goes off on the stage behind her.
John: From Upstate New York, weighing in at 136 pounds, your SVW ADRENALINE CHAMPION…”HURRICANE” CAARRAAAA STOOOONE!
Cara continues down the aisle, occasionally hopping in place energetically and slapping hands with the fans at ringside. She climbs up on the apron and rolls into the ring before kipping up to her feet to a pop from the crowd. Cara stands in the middle of the ring and and picks up her title belt before posing for the audience as the music dies down.
Wolf: Referee McGuire will be officiating this match and never before has Cara faced such a challenge laid before her like this one. I believe however that if anyone can do it, Miss Stone can.
Amelia: She has all the tools to do so, Lobo!
DING! DING! DING!
As the United Center begins to rally up, splitting between three of the women (and booing O’Neill as one would expect them to) Shaughnessy’s eyes began darting back and forth as do the rest of the competitors. Cara looked between Jo and Leona and Shaw, Jo looking around at the other three, and the Warrior looking around at her three opponents.... Before slowly, all three pairs of eyes were locked onto O’Neill who seemed to realize she was suddenly a target. She looked back at the three of them with narrowed eyes before she jabbed a thumb to her chest and said quite plainly that she was going to be walking out with the Adrenaline championship and there was going to be absolutely nothing that the three of them were going to be able to do about it.
They all looked at each other in silence now as Shaw continued to state quite clearly that they could fight amongst themselves because at the end of the day it was going to be her and her alone. This gets an aggravated glare from Jo before the Living Firework finally has enough and runs headlong to catch Shaw with a dropkick, but O’Neill... Steps out of the way, with a scoff.
Amelia: I uh... Lobo I don’t think Shaw is trying to endear herself to her opponents at all.
Wolf: Or these fans. An innovative dodge on Miss O’Neill’s part if... Nothing else besides getting more of Jo’s ire, if that was possible.
She ducks Leona coming at her next with a running clothesline, Vega attempting to switch it into a running armdrag takedown. Shaw sees that however and answers with a stiff kick in the back to Vega as she rolls over and once she stands up, Vega begins getting a rapid fire of stiff armed chops before Shaw spins around into headbutting Vega in the chest before catching her with a swinging neckbreaker. As the Adrenaline champion takes off at her, O’Neill dropkicks her in the knee, before immediately stepping up and giving a double axehandle on the top of Cara’s head. She puts all three down with a smirk, turning her back for a moment to face the booing crowd with a tsk. When Shaw turns right around however, she gets Leona, Jo, and Cara all three at once connecting her right in the jaw with a stiff triple superkick that sends her right over the ropes to the cheers of the crowd!
Amelia: Thank you for coming Shaughnessy.
Wolf: Shaw started up taking each of the other competitors to task there for a second... But the numbers game was decidedly not in her favor with that triple superkick!
Crowd: GOODBYE SHAW! GOODBYE SHAW! GOODBYE SHAW! GOODBYE SHAW!
With the threat of Shaw removed for a moment, all three competitors turn their attention to each other as Cara and Leona lock up rather quickly, only for Jo to leap up and dropkick them both. Neither woman goes down, locked up but both bounce against the ropes and rebound back with a double jumping lariat that take McFarlane down on the ground. Jo rolls around on the canvas as Cara and Leona square off once more, the battles never seem ending. The champ and Vega clutch each other by the backs of their heads as they pepper each other in the face with short arm punches, laying back and forth with Cara slowly beginning to get the better of the exchange, shot by shot until she gets Vega into the turnbuckle. She grabs her by the wrist and goes to irish-whip her towards the opposite turnbuckle but as she cases after her, Vega runs up the turnbuckle and executes a backflip before she dropkicks the champion square in the back, sending her into the turnbuckle. She from there goes for a jumping roundhouse kick but Cara ducks down by grabbing the ropes and bending herself backwards to let Leona wiff the maneuver.
Wolf: Cara taking a page out of Leona’s book and making it her own with a bending dodge into a backflip there.
Amelia: You must always know your opponents Lobo and that’s exactly what the champion is showing she has here!
She twists herself around and hooks Vega’s legs before dropping her on her back and the back of her neck before doing a somersault leg drop across the gut of the Vega. She holds onto her legs and keeps her legs supine as McGuire slides into place to make the cover but Vega grabs Cara’s legs and rolls over before getting to her knees. She stands up, the Adrenaline champion trying to wiggle herself free, arms swinging before Vega hooks her legs full under her arms before she falls backward and sends Cara catapulting into the corner. Stone however lands like a cat on the turnbuckle and turns around as swift as you please when Vega turns around, leaping from the top turnbuckle for a flying forearm shot that flattens Vega as the lights flash and she drops down on top of her for the pin!
OOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!
NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! KICKOUT!!
Wolf: Cara with a modified KA-POW! But Vega kicks out at the two and it looks like Shaw and Jo are about to join them.
The moment that Cara is back up, there’s an awkward team up that happens as Jo takes off running towards Cara and executes a dropsault, dropkicking the Adrenaline champion as she lands flush on Vega with the moonsault before rolling off. Stone stumbles after taking that one on the jaw, and getting swept up in the grasp of Shaughnessy who drop toe holds Cara face first into a turnbuckle! The crowd is immediately booing as Shaw gets up and grabs the ropes of the corner just as Stone turns around, leaning up against the buckle to try and force herself up, only for the Adrenaline champion to get a turnbuckle swinging dropkick face first for her trouble that puts her out for the moment. Shaw looks down at the champion with disdain, before she turns around and sees that looking at her from the other side of the ring is Jo.
The Living Firework and the One Woman Show stare each other down, obviously no love lost between them before Jo is already off, ducking a Lou Thesz attempt from Shaw so she can kick off the ropes and flip back on Shaw with a Tornado DDT, but O’Neill has absolutely none of it, catching Jo around the waist and denying her the DDT to send her hard into the ground with a stiff spinebuster. She drags McFarlane over to the ropes and leaps over and onto the apron before grabbing McFarlane by the hair and beginning to tee off with one stiff fist after the next before letting Jo hang there for a moment.
Wolf: Shaughnessy has McFarlane trapped between the ropes there now after the two encounter each other, and it looks like she’s going to make good use of her knuckles.
Amelia: I think she’s looking to bounce Lobo... Bounce... and Bounce... Leaning that foot against the rope for leverage!
Shaw holds her knuckles up as she puts one boot on the ropes. She kicks herself off and does a leaping fist drop across the back of McFarlane’s head, garotting ner across the ropes in the process as Jo rolls around on the mat, laying there and trying to gather herself from the attack. Shaughnessy doesn’t let up on her however, as she puts her hands on the back of her neck and forces McFarlane up on her feet. She’s about to tee off when suddenly Jo begins to unleash a whirlwind of kicks, before ducking one from Shaw and turning around to catch her across the head with a pele kick! Shaw doesn’t immediately go down but drops on her knees as Jo gets ready for a momentum shift, springing off the ropes but Shaw stands up and thumbs her in the eye as the crowd boos before scoop slamming her. Without a moment wasted she climbs to the top turnbuckle and points down at Jo before leaping off the top into a top rope elbow drop and a pin!
OOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!
NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Shaw immediately rolls out of the cover as Leona is coming off the top, letting her crash land on The Living Firework with a falling crossbody!
Crowd: OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Amelia: Shaw with the TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP and she was about to get smushed under The Warrior!
Shaw raised up, looking down and going for Vega but Leona immediately ducked out of her way before springboarding off the ropes and catching her with a stiff spinning roundhouse kick! Shaw looked slightly dazed as Leona began to unleash one good kick after another before she goes for a third. Shaw catches her ankle however for the third and pushes her into the ropes, catching her with a fallaway slam as she comes back. O’Neill drops an elbow into the chest of the Warrior before dragging her closer to the ropes. She kisses her knuckles before Shaw begins climbing up to the top rope, taking aim for a falling fist drop. Unfortunately she doesn’t get a moment in as Leona kip ups and throws herself on the ropes, forcing Shaw to accidentally straddle them, a mask of agony on her face.
Vega climbs up after Shaughnessy however and points out to the Chicago crowd before she leaps and executes a frankensteiner, sending Shaw flying backward and landing on her pack in pain. Vega grins wide and she’s about to continue on Shaughnessy when she gets a springboard moonsault landing on her courtesy of the Adrenaline champion! Cara comes out of nowhere with the landing before she stops and looks back as Shaw trying to recover and snaps forward, blasting her in the jaw with a superkick, putting her down in the corner! Cara looks back at Leona also getting her bearings before she hits HER with a superkick as well, collapsing her into the opposite corner.
Wolf: With two superkicks Cara has brought the momentum of this match back to her and she’s looking at two targets right here and right now!
The crowd rallies up behind The Hurricane as she turns her attention to Shaw first, taking off running and hitting her with a corner cannonball senton, crashing on top of her. With Shaw down for a moment, face first on the mat Cara takes aim and takes off, running towards Leona! The Warrior has none of that however and immediately springs up to SPEAR the Adrenaline champion nearly out of her boots! The Hurricane folds up like a wallet as Shaw begins to rise to her feet, only to get a Butterfly Kick for her troubles as she goes down right after getting back up!
Amelia: BUTTERFLY KICK FROM LEONA! SHE’S GOING FOR THE PIN!
OOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!
TTTHHHREE--NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Shaw gets the shoulder up, both her and Leona staring up at the lights before Vega begins to rise back to her feet and reach down to force Shaw back up. She gets her to her feet of course before grabbing Vega as she attempted a twist armdrag, twisting her around and pulling her into a double arm clutch. Shaughnessy begins to struggle now, looking as though she’s trying to spike Vega down into the mat with a Double Arm DDT but the Warrior is fighting trying to free her hands. Vega doesn’t have to worry for long as The Hurricane leaps forward and superkicks Shaw (monotonous isn’t it?) twisting her around before catching her in a Tornado DDT! The moment Cara gets back up she drops a few bones into the back of Leona and begins to lead her to the turnbuckle, walking her up to the top for a superplex...
...But in slips Jo.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Wolf: AND WITH ONE MOVE, JO MCFARLANE HAS JUST CHANGED THE COMPLEXION OF THIS MATCH, POWERBOMBING CARA AS SHE SUPERPLEXED LEONA!
Jo’s the only one left standing, watching out for who is first to stand among the three woman down on the mat. Cara is the first to get up and Jo immediately catches her with a spinning backfist, knocking her into the corner. She begins to peppering her with stiff headbutts before Cara begins answering back with a few of her own. She goes for another but Jo dodges it and catches her with a roundhouse, flooring the Adrenaline champion! She gets the Hurricane up and hangs her in a tree of woe position before going to the opposite corner and racing as fast as she can to get a baseball slide, kicking Cara’s head with a smack! Cara drops to the mat, a hand on her jaw as she stumbles forward into the waiting legs of Jo as she leaps up and catches her with a headscissors sending her barreling into the ropes, hanging between the fist and second.
Jo looks around before pointing to the video wall. She lets out a yell as she runs towards towards the opposite ropes and then comes back, spinning her legs into a tiger feint kick and blasting Cara in the jaw, before sending the Adrenaline champion down on the mat. The Living Firework gets ready to take that advantage when Leona suddenly arm drags her up and over the ropes before irish-whipping the Living Firework to the ropes. McFarlane however reverses it at the last moment and sends Leona towards the ropes before spinning her around and crashlanding her RIGHT on top of Cara, colliding the two bodies! McFarlane looks between the two!
Amelia: BANG! WHAT A BANG AT THAT! Jo doesn’t know who to pin! WAIT! LOBO! She’s going for Leona! NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP!
OOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!
TTTHHHREE--NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Jo rolls off of Leona and goes for Cara!!
OOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!
....
...?
Crowd: BBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The crowd boos furiously as Jo gets jerked out of the ring by Charlotte before she and Shaughnessy together left Jo up and execute her on the cold steel of the ramp leading up the curtain with a double brainbuster! The Living Firework is laying, completely motionless as O’Neill stares down at her with disgust before looking as though she might spit on her. Thinking the better for it however, Shaw instead nudges Harker and begins to give her marching orders as the two suddenly roll into the ring on either side as Leona and Cara begin to both come to!
Wolf: NO! NO! I... Damnit! Harker’s out here to help Shaw now with everyone worn out! Was this Shaw’s plan from the start? Just biding her damn time until the moment came about!?
Amelia: I don’t... I don’t know Lobo! ...They can’t even be disqualified because you don’t have any of that in a Fatal Fourway! No disqualifications that is! NO! I have to do something!
The Show together force Leona up first and O’Neill gives Harker a thumbs up before they lift the Warrior up together and drop her into a double brainbuster into the turnbuckle, leaving Vega laying! At this point it looks like Amelia Realm has had enough, dropping her headset and heading towards the ring. Shaw whistles at Harker who turns her attention to the luchadora. The moment she gets onto the apron Harker is there to greet her, kicking her square in the abdomen before lifting her up and giving her a brainbuster for her troubles. The crowd at this point has not stopped booing and the only one left in the ring and still struggling to move is Cara. Shaw looks around at the ring, essentially a clean house at this point as she and Harker together run Cara down with a double neckbreaker! Shaw then tells Harker to get to the floor before Shaw forces Cara’s head right between her legs.
With an almost ill smirk, sickly happy she leaps up and drives Cara’s head into the mat with a flipping piledriver...
Before getting to pin to a hateful crowd.
Crowd: FUCK YOU SHAW! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* FUCK YOU CHARLOTTE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* FUCK YOU SHAW! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* FUCK YOU CHARLOTTE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
OOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!
TTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTHHHRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
DING! DING! DING!
Wolf: O’NEILL’S OBLIVION... No... No John... John don’t say it...
Andy: Yes! Say it! This is a glorious day for the Adrenaline division! We finally have a champion worth something!
Wolf: Oh God, where did you come from?
Andy: Waiting in the wings while the stupidor got her ass handed to her by Charlotte.
John: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND NEW SEX & VIOLENCE WRESTLING ADRENALINE CHAMPION... “THE ONE WOMAN SHOW”....SHAUGHNESSY O’NEILL!
She smiles wide and proud as she’s handed the Adrenaline championship, holding it to her frame with a look of glee as the crowd continues to boo her with so much loathing. She climbs to the top rope and raises it high overhead. The camera catches Cara still recovering from the piledriver, Jo and Leona both glaring up at Shaw, the new champion as the whole of the United Center boos her unceasing.
Andy: I want you to take a good, long look Wolf! That is the face of the Adrenaline division. That is the life blood of the division! There hasn’t been ONE champion, ONE that you can name that has put that title to some meaningful level like Shaw has done tonight.
Wolf: You are an idiot , Andy. Truly an idiot.
With a last shot on Shaw we head somewhere else.
Impromptu Meetings
Markus Pascal was having a great time.
He was in the backstage area of the United Center, sitting on a steel chair with his feet up on a crate, watching Climax on a monitor. So far it had been a great show, filled with exceptional wrestling that allowed him to begin to pick apart potential opponents in his head. But just as a fan, it pleased him to watch.
Show could do with more Pascal, though. But that’d come.
Yes, it was truly once again a good time to be Markus.
And then that ended, as he heard the yell.
A woman’s voice, deep with anger, shouting from down the hall.
Jolyne Dysart:
PASCAL!
Markus immediately kicked the crate away, cursing to himself as he quickly got to his feet, his show interrupted as Jolyne Dysart begins to stomp her way down the hall to him, the camera easily picking up the rage in her eyes, stopping a few steps from Pascal.
Jolyne Dysart: Marky, you enjoy your last days before punishment?
Markus puffed his chest out, taking on a more confident stance.
Markus Pascal: Punishment for
what
, exactly? Are you gonna blame me for every failure you ever have?
Jolyne Dysart: Only the ones that YOU cause.
Markus shook his head, a smirk coming to his face.
Markus Pascal: Nope. Neither one is my fault. Yeah, I abandoned you and the unworthy Coyote in that Titans of Trios semifinal. But if you and her were any good, you’d have been able to win that one. Instead you both kept your eyes on me, and YOU failed. And yeah, I showed up to watch you and Aries. But it was YOU that took your eyes off of him, and it was YOU that lost. Not me.
A small twitch of Jolyne’s eye.
Jolyne Dysart: Bullshit! You take yourself out of a trios match, you make it a handicap match. You make a big deal of showing your rat face, you cost me my debut. That is on YOU! Just because you’re threatened by me and her doesn’t give you the right to fuck around with our shit!
Markus lets out a laugh.
Markus Pascal: Me? Threatened by you two? Please. I’m the finest wrestler to come out of Canada, I’m the finest wrestler the SSG has ever produced, I’m not threatened by ANYONE. Not you. Not Coyote. Not GRENDEL. None of you can hold a candle to me.
Jolyne Dysart: Oh, it’s not a candle I’m gonna be holding to you.
Markus just grinned.
Markus Pascal: All these threats and all these excuses to get around that YOU lost. Is that what Wulf teaches you brats?
Jolyne’s face immediately twisted in a deep scowl at the insult to her trainer and she started to step towards Markus, Markus taking one step back as his hand went to grab the chair he had been sitting in, only for both to be stopped in their tracks by a small hand pressing into their chests. They both blink in surprise as they realize that, while they had gotten so into their own argument, Coyote VI had snuck up on them both.
Markus Pascal: Where the fuck!
Jolyne Dysart: How the fuck!
Coyote just rolled her eyes, as she looked at each of them in turn, letting her expression take care of what she can’t say.
Markus couldn't stand either one of them but as much as it irritated him to realize...the SSG runt was right…
...this wasn't the place nor the time.
Markus Pascal: ...I don't need this shit, especially from the likes of you.
Markus slammed the chair down in the hard concrete floor with a loud clang while staring daggers at Jolyne before turning his gaze to Coyote, his look of disdain turning into a indifferent smirk to the masked one before giving her the middle finger and walking off, not missing as Coyote sticks her tongue out at the annoying Canadian. Jolyne remained tense for a few moments, ready for a fight, but finally untensed. She looked at Coyote, annoyance in her expression for a few moments before it fades.
Jolyne Dysart: Thanks, actually. You’re right. Not back here. I want to end him where a crowd can see it.
And with that she turns on her heel and departs, Coyote watching her go, a frustrated huff leaving her as we fade away to elsewhere…
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We see the highlights of the issues between the members of Revolution X, and it’s ultimate disintegration. From there, we head back to the ring and find John looking a bit unnerved as Max Sutherland paces back and forth in a referee’s outfit.
Wolf: The stakes couldn’t be much higher for Revolution X than what we are about to see as Kayden and Moxie collide...with a wild card like Max Sutherland in the stripes.
Andy: He marches to the beat of his own drum, Wolf. And then he destroy the drum.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner gets a future SVW Tag Team Championship match with the partner of their choosing.
Andy: For those uninitiated, it’s going to be Max teaming with whoever most likely.
The beginning synth sounds of “A View to A Kill” sound through the arena and Kayden Christopher walks out to cheers. He pauses a moment at the top of the ramp, cracks his knuckles and then leans down, placing his knuckles against the steel. With an intense battle cry, he snaps up and pumps his fist in the air toward the ring as he walks briskly down the ramp and to the ring. He slides in and immediately hops onto the middle rope, raising his arm in the air to cheers.
John: Now introducing from Greenwich Village, New York………Kayden Christopher!
Kayden hops down from the corner and then backs against the turnbuckles, subjecting himself to knee pad and wrist tape inspections from the referee as his music dies down.
Wolf: This man has been put through so much because of a man he tried to help see the light. But finally, Kayden realizes it was for naught. And now he just wants to regain the tag titles they lost.
Andy: The problem is Kayde has an ego, he doesn’t listen to a great guy like Moxie who knows what it takes to get to the top of SVW. And sometimes, you have to bring those people into check.
The opening lyrics of "Rock Star" by Nickelback ring out through the arena and the crowd boos instantly. Johnny Moxie slowly makes his way out from the back. He pauses at the top of the ramp, placing his hands on his hips with a cocky smirk as he looks around at the crowd. Finally, he shakes his head and mumbles something to himself before heading down the ramp.
John: And now on his way to the ring from Manhattan, New York......he stands six feet even and weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds.......JOHNNY MOXIE!
The announcement draws even more boos from the crowd as Moxie finally makes his way to ringside. he climbs up the ring steps and gets up onto the middle rope, looking around some more with his smirk before he steps up and hops down from the turnbuckle. He leans against the corner as his music dies down.
Wolf: A more insufferable human being you’d be hard-pressed to find than Johnny Moxie, and I hope he gets what’s coming to him here tonight at Climax.
Andy: I was just thinking that exact same thought...about Kayden. What’d Moxie ever do to you?
Sutherland calls for the bell as Kayden makes a beeline for Moxie, who immediately ducks out of the ring to the floor shaking his head. Kayden watches from inside before he finally decides to go out after him. He spins Moxie around and starts blasting away with right hands to the head, much to the crowd’s delight before he bounces his skull off the mat. Moxie stumbles a few steps before Kayden mows him down with a short arm clothesline. He starts to get back up again, only for Kayden to grab him by the back of the head and drop him with a reverse DDT. Meanwhile, Max isn’t bothering with a count, merely watching from the ring.
Wolf: I see Max is letting them go here, he’s not even administering a ten count on anyone! Meanwhile, Kayden is giving Moxie all he wants!
Andy: He may not know how to count to ten, I’m not really sure how educated this guy is. He certainly knows how to apply creepy face paint.
Kayden pulls his former partner up, and tosses him under the bottom rope back into the ring. He follows in after him, sitting him up long enough to begin hammering forearms into his back repeatedly. He pulls him back to his feet from behind, and begins with a pair of German suplexes one after another. When he rolls through to deliver a third, he lets go this time and sends Moxie crashing into the canvas while Max watches from a corner. Moxie heads to the nearest corner, waving for something that never comes before Kayden spins him around and begins firing repeated kicks to his body one after another. He sits him on the top rope, climbing up with him before connecting with a belly to belly overhead that sends Moxie crashing into the canvas once again.
Wolf: This match has been all Kayden from the bell, I guess we know which one of these two is the better talent!
Andy: I think poor Moxie was expecting maybe a reconciliation here, but Kayden is too much of a glorywhore to let that happen.
As Moxie starts to get back up once more, Kayden charges out of the corner and catches him with a running neckbreaker that drives him back down. Christopher makes the cover as Max drops to count.
Andy: Maybe someone woke Moxie up from a nap just now?!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Moxie got his shoulder up before the three came down as Kayden mounted his chest, and pounded right hands into his head before he got to his feet. Christopher glanced over to Max for a moment before he grabbed Moxie’s legs, pulled them apart and executed a double leg drop between them.
Wolf: I don’t know who Moxie was trying to call out earlier or what he was doing, but Kayden continues to dominate this match!
Kayden headed for the corner, starting to make his way up to the top rope. But Moxie charged the ropes, and caused him to land crotch first across the turnbuckle. Moxie tried to pull himself together as he looked over to Max, who didn’t offer much response other than watching what was going on. Johnny headed towards Kayden, driving a few shots across his back before he tried to imitate Luther Thunder with a crucifix powerbomb from the top rope. Kayden crashed hard as Moxie grabbed the outside leg for the cover! Max dropped to count it.
Andy: Look at that, an homage to Luther! Moxie’s gotten out of the blocks now!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Wolf: I think Luther does it better, at least he usually gets the pin with it unlike Moxie!
Moxie looked up to Max, telling him to count quicker. But the referee didn’t offer much response as Moxie shook his head and got back to his feet. He pulled Kayden back to his feet, hooking his head before dropping him with a sweeping DDT into the canvas. He once more made the cover, telling Max to pick up the pace when he dropped to count.
Wolf: Why is he insisting on Max counting faster?! So far other than not counting people out, Max has been a fine referee!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Kayden got his shoulder up before the three as Moxie got back to his feet. He was still talking to Max though, but the face-painted wrestler offered little in the form of a response.
Andy: The New York State of Mind didn’t work, but he’s getting closer! Max isn’t going to break any speed records with his three counts either.
Moxie shook his head as he rolled out of the ring to the floor, jerking Youle up out of his seat and taking the chair out from under him. He folded it up, and rolled right back into the ring with it. Max watched silently as Moxie glanced to him...and then to Kayden, who was starting to get up!
Wolf: Is he gonna let Moxie use that chair?! This isn’t No DQ!
Andy: You think Max cares?!
Moxie wound up a bit with the chair, as if he were a batter about to hit a pitch. And as Kayden got back to his feet, Moxie went to swing...but Max jerked it out of his hand. Moxie turned on him before Max got a hold of the chair…..and mowed Kayden down with it himself!
Wolf: Max intercepted that chair, and----WHAT WAS THAT?!
Andy: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Max looked over to Moxie, who told him to do it again as Sutherland began to wear Kayden out with the steel over and over across his back. The crowd began booing loudly before Max set the chair up in the ring. Johnny pulled up his former partner into a front facelock with a shit-eating grin...before connecting with that same sweeping DDT again...through the chair!
Andy: I guess Max finally made up his mind who he wanted to team with to get the tag titles! And man, when he makes a choice, he really makes a choice! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Wolf: NEW YORK STATE OF MIND….into the steel! Max Sutherland has betrayed his longtime friend in Revolution X….for Johnny Moxie?!
Moxie dropped down for the cover, laying backwards across him as Max fell down to make the count. The fans in the United Center were loud with their boos as Max counted.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Andy: I don’t think Max knew what he wanted to do…..till just a few seconds ago! But either way, it’ll be Max and Moxie reforming Revolution X to get the tag titles back! This is tremendous!
Wolf: This is a farce!
John: The winner of this match..and earning a SVW Tag Title rematch………...JOHNNY MOXIE!!!
Wolf: With a big assist from the damn referee, I might add, John! Max made his choice, and it was the worst one possible! I had hoped Kayden and Moxie could finish and settle their issues, but not like this!
Andy: This was tremendous! And there’s your future SVW Tag Team Champions right there, Wolfy!
Max raised Moxie’s hand before looking a bit disappointed with Kayden on the canvas. Moxie gave him a hug and told the cameras they’d be after the tag titles very shortly. With the fans booing and trainers coming to help Kayden, we cut to a commercial for Rampage!
A video plays showing highlights from the Chaos Invitational and Crystal Hate’s numerous interventions before we get a highlight from the last show; Hate looking to intervene in the finals of the tournament only to be cut off by Marla Lee. The graphic for the match appears before it cuts to John standing in the middle of the ring with the microphone in his hand.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
Wolf: You could subtitle this match as “Payback time” if you’re Marla Lee, and it’s about due!
Andy: Just because Crystal helped her, and she couldn’t show appreciation? How ungrateful!
Smoke starts to fill the top of the ramp way as the opening strand of “Rev 22:20” by Puscifer starts to play. The lights fade to a soft solitary green spotlight in the center of the ramp way. The fans instantly start to boo as Crystal Hate walks onto the ramp way with a black cloak with an upside down silver pentagram on the back.
Don't be aroused
By my confession
Unless you don't give a good god damn about redemption
I know . Christ is coming
So am I
And you would too if this sexy devil caught your eye
She'll suck you dry
And still you cry
To be back in her bosom
To do it again
She'll make you weak
And moan and cry
To be back in her bosom
To do it again
John: Now approaching the ring, she hails for Victoria, MN and weighs in at 162 pounds. She is the Harbinger of Shadows, Crystal Hate!!!
Andy: I think Crystal Hate should get some accolades for showing such selflessness by helping Marla, but noooo! What happened to gratitude?
Wolf: You’re ridiculous...and WAIT, THERE’S MARLA!!
Crystal smirks as she ignores the boos that are coming from the fans. Halfway down the ramp, Crystal takes a knee as the lights go completely out for a second before turning back on to find Marla using her shield like a battering ram, driving it into her spine, causing the Hate sister to fall forward to her knees. Instantly Marla drops forward into an almost elbow drop that sends the face of the shield into her opponent’s spine and sends her face first into the steel of the entrance ramp. Lee pushes up to her knees only to drive the face of the shield downwards once more and into her spine before she gets back to her feet.
Wolf: This match hasn’t started, but Marla couldn’t wait any longer to get her hands...or shield onto Crystal Hate.
Andy: If Hate had done this, you’d be screaming how unfair it is! But Marla attacks someone from behind, and it’s all hunky dory!
Hate starts to crawl towards the ring only for Marla to remove her shield, leaving it on the entrance ramp as she grabs Hate by her cape, wrapping it around her throat as she drags the Minnesotan to her feet and uses the garment to hurl her down towards the ring. Hate rolls with the throw and comes to her feet only for Marla to charge forward and catch her in the chest with a running dropkick. Hate staggers backwards into the ring apron and Marla goes right after her, driving knees into her gut before, doubling Crystal over before driving the point of her elbow into the base of her neck that sends her down to one knee. A second elbow follows to the top of her head before the Australian hooks an arm around her head and looks to pull her upwards into a suplex only for Crystal to block the attempt, countering with a swift punch into her side. Crystal pushes away from her foe before raking her eyes and sliding into the ring.
Wolf: A rake of the eyes, and Crystal finally makes it into the ring. But this won’t keep Marla down for long at all!
As Marla follows in behind her Roger Weatherby calls for the bell and Hate hurls her removed cape towards her opponent, throwing it over her head. An instant later she throws rapid fire left and right hands towards her head, forcing her backwards into the corner where she continues to throw punches through the cape and into her head. Weatherby orders Crystal to let Australian out of the corner and gets his wish as the American gives Lee a taste of her own medicine using the cape to snap her out of the corner and to the mat.
Andy: There you go, Crystal. The referee should lay off her considering how much Marla’s gotten away with. This isn’t a Chaos division match!
Wolf: Crystal giving Marla a little taste of what she had to deal with, and the referee is giving her plenty of static for it.
Marla pulls the material from over her head and tosses it away as she turns back towards Hate and straight into a heart punch that sees her fall to one knee as Crystal brings her knee upwards as quick as a flash sending into her foe’s jaw. Marla pops up to her feet holding her jaw following the impact and the American continues her attempts to press home her advantage, firing of a series of quick kicks into the antipodean wrestlers gut. Marla manages to catch one of the flying feet, causing Hate to bounce on one leg for a couple of moments before she leaps into the air and delivers an enzugiri to the side of her head. Marla teeters, dropping down to one knee and instantly pushes upwards only to get a European uppercut right on the point of the jaw, that causes her to fall backwards to the canvas. The American dives into the cover, hooking one leg.
One…
T-
Wolf: Nice shot from Crystal there, but that’s nowhere near enough to keep the Lone Wolf down.
Andy: She knows that, it’s just about making her use up more energy. Duh!
Lee’s shoulder comes up as she kicks out and the Australian wrestler starts to rise up to her feet as Hate stares daggers at the referee. As soon as Marla was on her feet she found herself bum rushed back into the corner by Hate who followed it up with three venomous shoulder blocks. As Weatherby ordered her to let Marla out of the corner, Crystal quickly moved towards the center of the ring and gathered speed as she neared him, leaving her feet as she attempted a back splash. Marla though brought her knees up, causing Hate to crash spine first into them. Crystal staggered forward and the Australian drove her down into the canvas with a running bulldog.
Andy: Marla with a bulldog, which is fitting because her face reminds me of one honestly.
Wolf: When’s the last time you looked in a mirror?
Marla rolled backwards onto her feet as Hate pushed up to her knees and Lee fired off stiff kicks into her back only for Crystal to continue to rise before Marla jerked her forward and into a short arm clothesline. Hate hits the canvas and rolls onto her hands and knees once more. This time Marla bends down, wrapping her arms around her opponent’s waist and hurls her through the air with a gutwrench suplex. Crystal sits up only to get a low dropkick from her opponent before she makes the cover.
One…
Tw-
Andy: Yeah, a dropkick is going to beat Crystal. Marla’s been taking too many weapon shots to the head.
Hate kicks out on the one and a half count and Marla dives on top of her, throwing elbows to the side of her head before Weatherby forces them to separate. As Marla rises to her feet she brings Crystal up with her and Irish whips her into the nearest corner, charging in hot on her heels to deliver a running knee to the midriff before she steps backwards and drives stiff knife edge chops into her chest - the impact of each one reverberating loudly throughout the crowd. The Australian manages to land seven chops before Weatherby’s count gets to four, pulling the Minnesota native out of the corner by the wrist, spinning her around and drives a boot into her stomach. Grabbing hold of her hair to land a facebuster to the knee, dragging her straight back to her feet and into a corkscrew neckbreaker. Marla drops down into the cover, hooking the outside leg.
One…
Two…
Wolf: A beautiful corkscrew into a neckbreaker, but Hate still has more left in the tank.
Crystal kicks out yet again and Marla attempts to pull her back up to her feet only for Marla to drop down to her knees. Lee tries once more to bring Hate upwards only for Crystal to surprise her, lifting the Australian off her feet and falling backwards to stun gun her on the top rope. Marla lands on her knees gasping for breath only to quickly rise to her feet, staggering around and getting a headbutt from her opponent who once more lifts her up off her feet and this time drops her once more with snake eyes into the top turnbuckle. Again Marla turns and this time Hate starts to claw at her face, Weatherby reading her the riot act as she scratched at the woman’s face. Marla holds her face where Crystal had scraped her talons over her flesh and the American lashes out with a kick to the gut, hooking her head before she lifts her up off her feet, resting them on the top rope as she adjusts her grip and drops Lee to the mat with a DDT. Rolling Lee over Crystal makes the cover, hooking the leg as she does so.
Wolf: What a DDT, that could be all she wrote!
One…
Two…
Andy: Wrong again, Wolfaluffakins.
Marla kicks out of the cover and the Minnesota native kneels over her on one knee, cradling the back of her foes head with one hand as she drives closed fists into the Australian’s forehead. She lands six in quick succession before she leans in and bites her, finally causing her to start to bleed and seeing that she starts firing hands once more looking to open the cut further. Weatherby’s count gets to four and he pulls Crystal away from Marla who immediately starts to pull herself upwards using the ring ropes. Hate advances on her once more, grabbing hold of her hand to bring her up to her feet and Irish whip her across the ring. Lee bounces off the ropes and Hate grabs her around the midsection spinning as she drove her downwards into the canvas. Marla sat up for a moment only to fall backwards as Hate grabbed hold of her legs, holding them apart as she jumped into the air and came crashing down with a double leg drop that seemed to land suspiciously low - the referee, however, chose to give the Hate sister the benefit of the doubt.
Wolf: That should have been a disqualification right there. The referee isn’t sure though, despite Marla holding her groin.
Andy: If you’re not sure, you can’t call it. Right call by the referee...for once.
Marla rolled to one side holding her groin and kicking her feet in agony as her opponent came to her feet and once more grabbed hold of the Australian by the legs. Adjusting her grip so that she had her by the knees, she maneuvered her into position under the bottom rope and fell backwards into a catapult that sent the Liar of Liars throat first into the bottom rope. As Marla gags and gasps for air, holding her throat and writhing on the canvas her opponent rolled out to the floor, grabbing her opponent by the hair before she lifted her head up and brought the back of it crashing down into the edge of the apron. She repeated the move once more before she hopped up onto the apron; Marla holding the back of her head and her face a mask of agony as Hate left her feet and delivered a leg drop across her throat. The Minnesota native slithered back into the ring, yanking Marla away from the ropes by the ankle and fell into the cover, not bothering to hook the leg.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Wolf: Marla was able to get that shoulder up in the nick of time, and Crystal is giving her more of a fight than I had assumed.
The Last Wolf rolled her shoulder as the officials hand was falling for the three and he showed Crystal the two count only to get the evil eye from the American wrestler as she pulled the Australian to her feet. Once more she sent the actress barrelling into the corner with all her strength, Lee hitting the turnbuckle hard and dropping down to a sitting position in the corner. Hate taunted the crowd before she measured up the seated wrestler and charged in, leaving her feet for the bronco buster only to land on nothing but turnbuckle as Marla dove out of the ring at the last moment. Quickly Lee saw an opportunity, hopping back up onto the apron once more she grabbed hold of her opponent’s arms before Crystal could move out of the corner and fell backwards jerking the Minnesota native chest first into the middle turnbuckle.
Andy: That right there will knock every bit of air in your body out. People think those turnbuckles are soft, they aren’t when you are sent into them.
Wolf: Some actual insight, you’ve managed to earn part of your pay for once tonight. Well done.
Hate fell backwards to the canvas holding her chest as Marla brought herself back to a vertical base on the outside, checking the cut on her head that only caused her to smear the thin trickle across her forehead before she dove back in under the bottom rope. The American wrestler had rolled onto her front and had started to bring herself upright only to get spun around by the woman that she was facing who drove a huge right hand upwards into her jaw that almost saw Hate’s feet leave the mat on impact. Marla connected with a second fist just as venomous as the first before she pushed her opponent backwards into the ropes and used the momentum of her rebound to lift her up into the air and drop her forward into a gutbuster.
Andy: Gutbuster from Marla, but don’t worry. Crystal can take a thumping.
Wolf: Good, that’s what she has been doing with aplomb so far.
Marla methodically rose up to her feet as Crystal got to one knee and the Australian pulled her upright only for Hate to attempt to surprise her with a throat thrust that Lee saw coming, parrying the blow off to one side before she replied with another huge right hand to the jaw that this time saw Hate spin around on one heel and flop face first to the canvas. The Minnesota native pushed up to her knees only to hold her hands up, crawling backwards away from Marla Lee asking for a time out. Marla though went after her, backing her up to the corner before she seemed to relent and step backwards, Hate grinning as she pulled herself upwards only managing to get to one knee before Marla spun around and sprinted forward to land a yakuza kick to her chest. Crystal staggers away from the turnbuckle only for Marla to take her head, pulling her away from the corner and delivering a sit-out powerbomb that she holds for the pinfall.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Wolf: Crystal Hate is showing me a lot here, whether I like the way she operates or not. She is a very resilient woman, to say the least.
Hate’s shoulder comes up at the last moment and Marla smirks, shrugging her shoulders as she pulls her opponent upward, double underhooking her arms as she started to deliver knees to her face and shoulders. The referee orders the release, counting Marla only for the Australian to ignore him completely. And his count. Weatherby is forced to pull Marla away from Crystal only for the Australian to still lash out towards her foe, kicking out one leg towards Crystal who drops to her knees, rocking back on her haunches. Slowly Hate rises to her feet as Weatherby stands between them, still reading the riot act to the Liar or Liars; Crystal staggers and falls forward into Weatherby who loses his balance as he too falls into Marla only to get caught, the momentum spinning the pair around and presents Lee’s back to her opponent. Hate doesn’t let the opening go to waste, exploding up from the mat and driving her knee into Marla’s shoulder blades sending her into a meeting of the minds of the official before she tumbles through the ropes and to the outside as Weatherby drops to the mat, sitting against the turnbuckles and looking out of it.
Andy: Stupid referee got in the way, that’s what happens when you don’t do your job right.
Wolf: By that logic, someone should catch you unaware with a shot.
Hate staggers for a moment as she regains her balance, takes a couple of deep breaths to find her bearings and spots her opponent pulling herself upright on the outside. She takes off, haring across the ring, hitting the ropes and on the return executes a perfect suicide dive catching Marla right in the chest and into the crowd barricade as the Minnesota native lands on her feet. She staggers away as Marla falls to her knees and reaches over the barricades, facepalming a fan out of their chair before grabbing their chair and folding it up in her hands. Turning back to Marla, Crystal raises it high above her head and brings it crashing down onto Marla’s head the moment that she gets to her feet.
Andy: YES!! That was fantastic, she should have used that stupid shield too.
Wolf: If the referee knew what was going on, that would be the end of the match right there!
The Australian fell to her knees before she slumped forward, catching herself with both hands as blood dripped from the cut. Another chair shot to the back as she tried to get away sent her face first into the floor with a howl of pain. A fourth chair shot connected causing the Liar of Liars to spasm and writhe around in agony - like an electric current had been passed through seeing her end up unmoving half under the ring. Crystal played up to the crowd, inciting their ire as she raised the chair one more time, measuring up Marla and as she brought the chair downwards for the top of her head, Lee swung a warhammer out from under the apron meeting Hate’s weapon as it came down, knocking it out of her hands. As Hate stepped away, holding her wrists in pain Lee rolled to her knees and drove the head of the hammer into her opponent’s gut. As Crystal doubled over, Marla brought the warhammer upwards, driving the blunt end into Hate’s head - the Minnesota native getting her hands up in the nick of time to take the brunt of it but still the metal edge connects with her skin, slicing her open as it does so.
Andy: For a match that isn’t under Chaos rules, you wouldn’t know it to watch this thing!
Wolf: What’s good for one is good for the other! Hate used a chair, so Marla’s got her hammer!
Crystal stepped backwards, getting another, similar shot to the skull cutting her deeper. The blood started to flow quicker from the wounds. The Last Wolf delivered one final hammer blow into Hate’s gut before discarding the weapon and driving Crystal’s face into the ring apron before rolling her into the ring. The Australian followed the American into the ring and made the cover; the referee slowly moving out of the corner, crawling into position to check the shoulders and make the count.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Andy: Nope, not even cheating with all your weapons is going to deliver you the win, Marla. She disgusts me, Wolf.
Wolf: I’m sure the feeling is mutual.
Hate’s shoulder comes up from the mat in the nick of time. Marla shakes her head as she pulls Crystal upwards and into a rolling scoop slam. Marla got to her feet quickly and began to stomp away at her foe, circling her body aiming her blows at her shoulders, wrists, ankles, ribs and finishing with one vicious stomp to her face before she dropped down again and made another cover, hooking the leg as she did so.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!
NO!!!!!!
Wolf: That Garvin stomp was very thorough, but still not enough to put Crystal away even still.
Andy: That’s because she can’t do it!
Again the Minnesota based wrestler’s shoulder came up off the mat right before the three count and Marla sat up, staring in disbelief at the referee asking for the three count. Sadly Weatherby shakes his head, holding up two fingers and explaining that it was only two then the shoulder come up but that it was so, so, so close. Barely a lick of paint between his hand and the canvas. Marla asked once more only to be denied by the referee yet again. Finally the Australian turned back to her opponent, pulling her upwards to her feet, struggling to get her upright as she attempted to set up for the a leg sweep chickenwing facebuster - that only for Crystal to drive her head sideways into Marla’s head, stomping down on her foot to get enough of a release before she grabs her foe by the head and delivers a cutter.
Wolf: CUTTER!! And it’s the ones you don’t see coming that do the most damage!
Hate rolls away, laying face down on the mat as the referee checks on both wrestlers getting confirmation that they are both okay before he starts a very slow methodical ten count. Marla is the first to move, pushing up to her feet, wiping away blood from the cut on her forehead before she advanced towards Crystal, pulling her upwards to her feet only for Hate to strike driving her head into Marla’s stomach. The Minnesotan did it once more before she managed to get her feet underneath her and lashed out with a toe kick straight into Hate’s midsection, doubling her over and allowing Crystal to hook her head land the Ceremony of Omens DDT sweep. Hate rolls over, pressing her back against her foe’s chest as she reached down to hook the leg.
Wolf: That’ll do it! Marla won’t get up from this!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!NO!!!
Andy: C’mon, ref! Stop playing such favorites out here, Crystal had that for at least five by my count.
The Liar of Liars manages to get her shoulder up off the mat in the nick of time and Crystal shakes her head as she gets vertical with barely a second glance at the referee. Hate staggers purposefully towards the corner, climbing up the turnbuckles and measures Marla who hasn’t moved before she launched herself into a moonsault...that came down on Marla’s knees. Rolling away, the Antipodean wrestler crawled to the ropes, using them to pull herself upwards, watching as the American also began to rise as the Last Wolf springboards off the ring ropes, flinging herself towards Hate and into a somersault cutter, landing the Mark of the Wolves perfectly, driving her opponent venomously into the canvas before he dove on top of her for the pinfall, hooking both legs as they do so.
Andy: Don’t let it end like this! C’mon, Crystal!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!
Wolf: And the Lone Wolf finishes the job and repays Hate for weeks and weeks of torment, and costing her the Chaos Invitational!
Weatherby called for the bell, Marla rolled away from the cover and as the bell rang the girl started to slowly get up to her feet.
John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall…”THE LAST WOLF” MARLA LEE!!!
Wolf: A fantastic and hard-fought victory for Marla Lee here tonight on SVW’s biggest stage!
Marla finally gets vertical, the referee raised her hand in the air as Marla began to celebrate her victory to the cheers from the fans. Crystal rolled out of the victory, holding her head as she glared at her opponent as she started to celebrate her victory before the show cut elsewhere.
Psyche
Coyote is forced into the ground as a boot enters from out of frame. She tries to get to her feet, but gets a pinpointed kick right to the face. The elegant, expensive boot is slowly revealed to belong to one Alex Kaiser. In a full beige suit, he stands. He takes off his shades, revealing those sharp eyes of his. There is an audible boo that reaches the confines of the area.
He looms over the recovering Coyote with a cold expression. He methodically walks around her, titling his head softly at her. She tries to gain some distance, but he continues to drive his boot into her form, forcing her back to the ground.
Alex Kaiser: Now now, little wolf, you don’t get to run.
Coyote sparks to life and shoves Kaiser back. She cracks him upside the head with a thunderous punch. He stumbles back into a production crate, which starts to give Coyote time to either recover and run or to fire back. Yet, Kaiser has other plans. He takes the handles of the heavy crate and forces it down towards Coyote. It hits her head on, forcing her to the ground.
The clicking of his boots forces the camera back over to him. Alex places his shades neatly into his chest pocket, after retrieving from the ground. He looks down at his boot, realizing there is a mere speck of red on them. Perhaps from the pointed kick to Coyote’s mouth, but nevertheless it forces Alex into a frenzy.
Alex Kaiser: Of course you had to bleed on my boots! OF COURSE!
He begins to stomp away on Coyote, reflective of his attitude in his match against DJ Laine. He stops only when he gets tired. Coyote is curled up in a ball, protecting her vitals with her forearms. Kaiser scraps the bloody boot on her before squatting down next to her. They share a glare, but only Kaiser produces a smirk right after.
Alex Kaiser: Do you have anything to say?
There is a moment of silence, but it is interrupted by a disgruntled noise from Kaiser.
Alex Kaiser: Of course not.
Annoyed, more than upset, he lifts Coyote up before planting her face into the ground with one of his patented DDTs. He gets up, checking his suit. There is a speck of blood on it as well, which causes him to facepalm and then drags his hand down his face. He lets out an agitated noise.
Alex Kaiser: You should really stop bleeding everywhere, you know. You messed up this whole damn suit with your pesky blood.
He sighs.
Alex Kaiser: It doesn’t bother. It doesn’t bother me…
He speaks in a mantra, but he then sighs. He looks back down at Coyote and shakes his head.
Alex Kaiser: Common filth always do this kind of mess.
He turns on his heel and walks away, leaving Coyote to tend to herself. The camera is then allowed to fade away from the carnage.
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As Billy Talent’s “Viking Death March” starts Conor heads out to the middle of the entrance ramp with a smug grin on his face and with a great sense of theatre he peels off his vest top...and gets a slap to the back of the head from Nancy as she steps out from the back. The duo move towards the ring, Nancy looking focused while Conor takes a little longer, showing off his tattoos and biceps. As Nancy reaches the ring she slides in underneath the bottom rope and heads to her corner, climbing the turnbuckle and throwing her hands in the air before glaring at Conor. The young man stops playing around and sprints the rest of the way, sliding into the ring where he loosens up before he joins Nancy for a last minute tactical discussion as they wait for the match to start.
John: Please welcome to the ring, Nancy Hudson and Conor Morrison….THE NEW DOGS OF WAR!
Wolf: This has become quite the rivalry recently, with Luther Thunder's kids in Awesome and Almighty getting the upperhand over the Dogs of War one time too many!
Andy: Biased much, old timer?! C'mon, we all know Luther's protegés are superior, and tonight, they get to prove it once again!
“This is the year that hope fails you!”
The siren of “Pulse of the Maggots” blares through the arena and Corey Taylor’s voice fills the arena. The lights flash by the entranceway and Greg Pettis and Cesare Cavallo walk onto the stage side by side in their ring gear. The rock guitars kick in and the two comrades in arms stalk their way down to their ring, showing their disdain for the fans along the way.
John: And their opponents... Greg Pettis and Cesare Cavallo -- AWESOME AND ALMIGHTY!
They ignore several outstretched hands when they make it down to the ring. Cesare climbs the steps to get in while Greg rolls under the bottom rope. But instead of stopping and posing for photo ops, they go straight after Nancy and Conor, as two teams collide in an all-out brawl with Conor engaging Greg and Nancy trading blows with Cavallo!
Wolf: And looks like they don't want to WAIT, nobody's being paid by the hour here!
Andy: Which is sad, because I have to sit by your side for the entirety of the night. I should get an additional for that.
The referee urges both teams to knock it off so the match can start properly, and this is only achieved after Cesare knocks Nancy down with a hook to the face at the same time Greg presses Conor into one of the corners. The bells are rung as Nancy collapses from the ring and Pettis is alone in the ring with Conor, who's currently being knocked down by the Awesome one as he smothers Morrison into the corner with a clothesline. Conor, sturdy as he is, powers back to his feet rather easily, but Greg is quick to put him in a standing arm wrench. Conor isn't athletic enough to spin out of it, but as he's almost powering out of it, Pettis throws a kick to his elbow, softening Morrison up. He then hurls Conor across the ring, sending him into the far ropes. Morrison bounces back and Greg welcomes Conor with a calf kick, knocking the power player down again. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Cesare has Nancy by the hair as he smashes her head into the steel steps surrounding the ring!
Wolf: Awesome and Almighty are all over the Dogs right now, like they've been for the most part of this rivalry!
Andy: And the way you act like you're surprised is SO cute!
Forcing her to stand once more, Cavallo shoves Nancy's throat into the steps' angle, as the tattooed beauty collapses backwards coughing, and that's when Cavallo FINALLY makes it to a corner. Inside the ring, Greg is softening Conor further up with a series of elbow drops, hindering his comeback as he's starting to reach for air a bit harder now thanks to all the shos to his lungs. Eventually he brings himself up and leans on the nearest corner to him. Greg bounces on the balls of his feet and rushes for Conor's head, going for a Yakuza kick... No! Conor jumps out of the way and Greg hits the back of his knee into the top turnbuckle, collapsing backwards! Getting back up a bit awkwardly, Greg is an easy picking for Conor who takes him off the mat and into a gorilla press, only to slam him flat into the mat.
Wolf: And there goes that advantage. Conor's fully recovered and now Greg has to pay for his sins.
Andy: What sins? He's the protegé of a holy man, he has no sins to atone for!
Conor shakes his head and "beats his hands clean" as Greg pushes back to his feet (Nancy, at this moment, makes it to her corner) Helping Pettis up, Conor goes for his head, putting him in a side headlock and then dragging him to the center of the ring. There, Conor scores a series of knee strikes, with Greg failing miserably to reach for his corner where Cesare has his arm outstretched for his partner. On the very contrary, Conor makes a point to whip Pettis in the opposite direction, making him crash into his team's corner, and then making a beeline to him and smashing his face in with a back elbow. A confident Nancy offers her hand for a tag, and Conor happily allows her to become the legal one as they tag.
Wolf: And Nancy Hudson is now the legal woman for the Dogs of War!
Andy: Bold move for someone who had her throat spiked into the steel steps not long ago.
Nancy hovers into the ring between top and mid ropes while Conor hoists Greg up again, this time in a fireman's carry, only to drop him right into Nancy's knees. Morrison leaves the ring, and Nancy gets back up to her feet, watching as Greg makes one hell of an effort to jump to his corner to tag Cesare in. No dice: she then bounces on the parallel ropes and comes back for him with a knee shot to the temple, knocking him right back down. Nancy then mouths of at Cavallo, who is tempted to invade the ring to give Nancy what's hers, but is stopped by the referee. With Greg in the very center of the ring, Nancy wraps her arms around his waist, deadlifting him off the mat and then slamming him into the mat once again with a facebuster. And not yet satisfied, Nancy gets back up and goes for the ropes again, coming back and leaping as she locks crosshairs at Greg's stomach, coming down with a powerful knee drop. After that, the cover.
ONE!
TWO-- WHOOPS! Greg holds Nancy's arms and rolls her up, reversing the count!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Nancy backflips and escapes the hold!
Andy: VERY close! Greg was about to make a big fool out of Nancy right there, and I'd've laughed my ass off if that was the case.
Wolf: Hold your laughter, Andrew. Nancy has a lot of gas in the tank to go, and right now it's Greg who needs the tag worse.
The tattooed beauty quickly stands back up, and stops Greg from getting up with a rather brutal/bitchy stomp to his face. This only makes it harder for Greg to push back up, but he puts on one hell of an effort, before he's "helped up" by Hudson, who pulls him toward the corner, pressing him into the turnbuckles and then opening a short distance between them, only to rush in his direction and striking him with a double knee strike, hitting Greg right to the chest and taking all the air out of his lungs. Nancy then watches as Pettis collapses, only making a point to roll him over and covering him again.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Greg's shoulder pops up!
Nancy quickly gets back to her feet, as she sees Cesare coming into the ring anyway to save his partner, and the two clash, with the referee trying to separate the two of them before it gets out of hand. Greg starts to rise, but he's nowhere near his partner, and Cesare is nowhere in conditions of saving Greg as Nancy tags Conor back into the match, only for the two of them join forces in dropping stereo legs on him. As Nancy rolls out of the ring, Colby lifts Greg upside-down by his legs and sets him up for an Alabama slam, taking him for a short ride before smashing him into the mat. After that, Colby covers Greg...
... no count?
Andy: And there goes the referee!
Wolf: OH COME ON!
As he looks around, he notices Cesare has dragged the referee out of the ring and jumped in! Before the referee can stop him, Cesare attacks Conor with a body block! Nancy jumps into the ring and attacks Cesare with an angry clothesline that Cavallo just TANKS before kicking her stomach and folding her, lifting her in the air with a vertical suplex and then slamming her down. Only then the referee jumps in, reading Cavallo the riot act and pointing to the emblem on his shirt, telling him that HE is the authority and ordering him to retreat to his corner at once. He does so, but not before dragging Greg to that corner, only then hovering to the ring apron and offering his arm ("TAG ME!!!"), and that's when Greg low-fives Cesare, and the Almighty one is now legal, complete with a defeated sigh from the referee.
Wolf: ... well, he did get the tag.
Andy: Cavallo is a smart man! Nobody said HOW Greg had to make his way to the corner, he only had to BE there!
Cesare then makes a point to wait until Nancy and Conor are up to their feet, only to take them down with a double clothesline-- NO! Nancy eats the clothesline, but Conor ducks under it! As Nancy rolls out of the ring, Cesare tries to turn around in time, but Conor is a tad faster as he grabs Cesare's head and drives him into the mat with a two-handed bulldog. From there, Conor leaps and tries to catch Cesare with a diving crossbody... No! Cavallo pushes up to his knees and strikes Conor with an Euro uppercut to the jaw that takes his lights out!
Wolf: Timely uppercut, and Conor may be out cold!
Andy: With a glass jaw like that, I'm sure he is! Finish 'em off, Almighty one!
Cesare then pushes back to his feet and drags Conor near the corner, setting him up for the big swing... though Greg is not there for the punt kick ending, but he's going to do it anyway. Having the idea of smashing Conor's head into the turnbuckles, Cesare starts spinning, but is oblivious to the fact that thanks to his wingspan, Conor manages to scrape Nancy's hand from her corner, and the Dogs make a blind tag! And exactly because he's oblivious to this, he starts spinning Cono around in the giant swing, and misses as Nancy hovers int othe ring and jumps for him, striking him with a dropkick that brings the giant swing to a very awkward halt! Cavallo immediately looks to the referee and complains that Conor is the legal man in the ring, only to be told Nancy got a valid tag, and then look at Nancy and eat a superkick! Cesare is sent to the ropes and bounced back right into Nancy's arms, who lifts him off the mat and slams him down with a Samoan drop! After that, a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- NOOOOO!!! Cesare's shoulder pops up!
Andy: Why is the referee even counting a cover from this woman?! She didn't even get the tag!
Wolf: Of course she is. And all she had to do was to be there.
Nancy looks up at the referee and asks for confirmation on that count, and gets the word that it was just a two-count. Greg starts to get up in his corner, recomposing, while Cavallo begins to stir. As Nancy preys on Cavallo, preparing the ultimate attack, she's oblivious to Greg walking up behind her -- she will realize that once Greg grabs her by the shoulder and then superkicks the taste out of her mouth! As Nancy collapses, Greg returns Cesare's favor by dragging him to his corner and making a tag! Greg then rushes into the ring... Only for Nancy to spring upwards and then catch him with a vicious Thezs press as she digs both of her knees into his chest! His legs fly up and she hooks both up for the cover!
Wolf: RAIN OF FIRE!!!
Andy: NOT LIKE THIS!!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Wolf: YES like this!
Nancy rolls away from Greg and rushes to her corner for Conor's aid, as the referee points at them as the winners!
John: The winners of this match... THE NEW! DOGS! OF WAR!
Wolf: It took time, but the students of Luther Thunder get their comeuppance in the biggest stage SVW could offer!
Andy: Comeuppance?! You annoy me greatly, old fart! Greg and Cesare are simply superior, and this was an error by the referee! Nancy should've never been given that blind tag!
Wolf: Excuses, excuses. We're all tired of them. Nancy pulls it off for the Dogs of War!
Written by Mark
The ring is ready to go once again as we find John Youle with his microphone standing in the center.
John: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and according to a a note I received from Uprising General Manager DOC….it will now be under….TORNADO TAG rules! If Sensitivity Training wins, they will receive a tag title shot! If the War Fair wins, the Fair get a tag title shot and Colby gets a Pride title match as well!
Wolf: I was not made aware of this change at all, but DOC isn’t above changing things on the fly. And are those ever some big stakes!
Andy: I think these things just come to him, and he lives in the moment. Either way, the referee is going to have their work cut out for them now more than ever!
As the intro and beat begins to play along with the violin for “New Level” by A$AP Ferg over the PA system, the lights around the arena dim and spotlights of white, green and red varieties begin to swirl around the arena and the boos rain down as Hunter Peterson, Tyler Hartling, Sophia Pike and River emerge out of the curtain. The quartet takes a moment to soak in the reaction, sneering at the SVW Nation before they begin to walk down the ramp as River wraps around Tyler’s left arm while Hunter casually places his arm around Sophia’s shoulder, the group discussing something among themselves and Sophia quick to flip a fan off when they yell out an insult while they walk down the ramp.
Hunter slides under the bottom rope, Sophia leaping up on the apron while Tyler and River take the steel steps up into the ring apron. With a grin, both men take a seat on the middle rope, opening it up for Sophia and River to step inside the ring. Before John Youle can make any sort of in-ring announcement however, River is quick to step up and snatch the microphone from his hands, shooing him away as she stands front and center in the ring in her low v-cut dress that happens to match with Sensitivity Training’s gear.
River: Bitches and fat virgins, scumbags and goodie-two-shoes all over the nation...stand your worthless asses up and put your hands together for the tandem that is going to teach you a thing or two about tag team wrestling! Hailing from places none of you could afford and weighing in tonight at none of your goddamned business, they are SENSITIVITYYYYYY...TRAAAAAAAININGGGGG!!!!!!!!!
Loud boos rain down as River tosses the microphone back at John while Sensitivity Training raises their arms up, flipping off the viewing audience in sync as the lights come back up and the tandem that’s set to wrestle tonight begins to prepare for the match ahead while River gets out of the ring with Tyler’s assistance and watches on from the outside.
Andy: I don’t remember for sure, but I think this is the first time we’ve seen all three of the team in the ring as a unit before. It’s usually just two of the three.
Wolf: Indeed, but we’ve seen enough of them to know that they do work well in tandem. In previous meetings between members of these teams, Sensitivity Training has won every time.
“HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS?! BAD THINGS COME IN TWOS,
BUT I NEVER KNEW... ABOUT THE LITTLE THINGS!”
John: From Berkeley, California... At a combined weight of 246 pounds and accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid... Mickey and Raquel... THE SCARBOROUGH FAIR!!
“Every single day, things get in my way. Someone has to pay, for the little things.”
As the chords of “The Little Things” screech, the entire arena gets filled with cheers. Spotlights of yellow and pink flicker through the crowd and the arena darkens as the music plays. Mickey and Raquel emerge from the top of the ramp with a ladder in tow, holding it up together. Raquel and Mickey put down the ladder and high-five after coming down while Christian watches on with a smile. Fair and Scarborough roll into the ring before climbing opposite turnbuckles, soaking in the cheers with wily grins before talking strategy in the corner as their music fades out.
Wolf: The Scarborough Fair would love nothing more than to become 2x SVW Tag Team Champions. And they could earn that opportunity right here, along with their partner.
Andy: Don’t get your hopes up. You just said Sensitivity Training has won every meeting so far between them. This is going to be a formality.
As “I Go Hard” by Wiz Khalifa starts to play, Colby Morrison heads to the top of the entrance ramp; the hood of his sweatshirt up as he stands there with his head lowered. For a moment there’s a big toothy grin showing his pearly whites before it fades and becomes a lot more serious. As the song plays the man starts to head toward the ring his head bobbing from side to side to the music, giving any pretty ladies in the crowd a small smile. Getting to the ring he steps up onto the apron, pulling the sweatshirt up over his head and tosses it into the ring before he poses for the fans, showing off his muscled torso before stepping over the top rope and into the ring.
John: Welcome to the ring, standing 6’8” tall, weighing 290 lbs and hailing from Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada….COLBY MORRISON!!!
Wolf: This man right here is going to be quite difficult for anyone he’s facing in this match to deal with. Colby outweighs everyone on the other team, and overpowers them without much trouble as well.
Andy: So what? With it being tornado tag rules now, he’s gonna have to go start to finish. And it’s been my experience the big guys are the ones who tire the quickest. They’ll run him ragged, Wolfaluffagins.
Referee Angela Rocca shakes her head as she realizes how hard this is about to get before she calls for the bell. Both teams seem to discuss a little strategy before they all head for one another in the center of the ring. Mickey and Raquel go after Hunter & Sophia, while Tyler has to look up at Colby. Hartling starts firing shots into his chest, forearm blows as Colby looks down at him and watches him. Seeing they aren’t doing much, Tyler looks up as Colby rains a big forearm down onto his chest which sends him backwards into the corner. Morrison drives a trio of knees into his body before he scoops him up high over head into a gorilla press. As Hunter & Sophia look to see what’s going on, Colby launches Tyler on top of them. All three go down before they shove Tyler off, only for Mickey & Raquel to jump on the other two members looking for a pin. Rocca barely gets down before they get kicked off as well. As Hartling gets back to his feet, Colby charges him with a big boot to the head. But he ducks out of the way, and as the referee is watching the other four, he catches the big man with a low blow that drops him to his knees.
Wolf: It took a low blow to bring Colby down, and Tyler Hartling must feel like he drew the short stick when it comes to which member of the team he has to contend with!
Andy: If the referee doesn’t see it, it didn’t happen. That’s how you chop down a tree, kick it in the acorns!
Mickey was busy with Sophia as the two were trading right hands with one another. Scarborough fired her into the corner chest first, and caught her with a splash before she could turn around. She finally spun her around, and began to pepper her with a flurry of shots to the body. Sophia was rocked against the corner before Mickey whipped her across to the far side. As she rebounded, Mickey delivered a clothesline that sent her over the top rope to the floor. As Pike began to try to get up, Mickey launched herself with a suicide dive that crashed Sophia back to ringside before she began pelting her with right hands.
Wolf: It’s hard to keep up with all the action going on right now. Mickey just drove Sophia into the floor here with that suicide dive!
Andy: Well you can stop watching them since falls only count in the ring, dumbass!
Raquel had taken a second to see what Mickey had done with a smile on her face till Hunter caught her with an elbow to the mouth. It rocked Fair backwards, and certainly got her attention as he lowered his shoulder, driving thrusts into her ribs over and over again before he scooped her over one shoulder and hit a Snake Eyes in the corner that dropped Raquel to her knees. As Raquel started back to her feet, a spinning heel kick in the ribs doubled her over before Hunter dropped her with a discus forearm to the mouth. Looking rather proud of himself, he hopped up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside and drove a knee into her chest before she could get up. He quickly made a cover as Rocca dropped to count.
ONE!!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Raquel kicked out as Hunter got back to his feet, stepping on her throat till the referee got to a four count. He glanced over to see Tyler laying into Colby, and decided to go join him.
Andy: Gonna have to do a little more than that to win this one, but I like the idea. They got Raquel down, now they can double team the Vanilla Gorilla over there.
Wolf: They are going to need to double team Colby more often than not, I feel, in order to keep any kind of advantage.
The boys pulled Colby to his feet, and began taking turns as they fired kick after kick after kick into his chest. It caused him to double over before they grabbed his head, and hoisted him up for a stalling vertical suplex...until Hunter stepped away and Tyler turned it into a brainbuster on the big man. Hartling quickly made the cover as Hunter kept watch...until he was jerked out of the ring by his feet to the floor.
Wolf: A two man brainbuster, and that’ll definitely keep Colby down!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Andy: Mickey just sent Tyler rolling off the cover, I thought she was busy with Sophia over on the other side!
Tyler was sent off the cover with a dropkick. And when he got up, he found out it was Mickey who did it as she launched towards him with a Superman punch to the jaw. It sent him back into the neutral corner before she began to unload with kicks of her own. She whipped him across to the far side, where he crashed chest first into the corner. As he turned around, Mickey was there to greet him with a codebreaker that brought the crowd to its feet!
Wolf: This is nearly impossible to keep up with, but Mickey with a beautiful codebreaker! And she’s got the cover right here!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The count never finished as Sophia pulled Mickey off the cover by her feet, dragging her out to the floor. Scarborough turned towards her as the two started trading blows all over again, this time with Pike wrapping her arm around the ringpost as she tried to soften it up.
Andy: Mickey made the save for her team, Sophia can too! Only she does it better, if you ask me! Plus she’s way hotter!
Hartling used the ropes to help him get back to his feet, glancing down to see Sophia working over Mickey. Pike pointed behind him as he turned and found Colby back up, and waiting for him! The crowd came to life as Colby began to drive forearms across his chest. The big man fired him out, and jerked him right back into a short arm clothesline that nearly flipped Tyler inside out.The big man took off for the far side as Tyler began to sit up, only to eat a basement dropkick to the chest from the big man that put him back down. Colby got back to his feet, dragging Tyler with him before he hoisted him up and planted him with a pumphandle slam! Morrison made the cover as Rocca slid into position to make the count.
Wolf: That’s the biggest pumphandle slam I’ve seen in a long while from that big man right there! This could be all!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Tyler got his shoulder up as Colby sat up on his knees, looking down at him...till a shining wizard to the back of his head from Hunter dropped him face forward. Tyler rolled out of the way to keep him from falling on him as Morrison went face down on the canvas.
Andy: This is why I love tornado tag matches, because you never know where the next shot is coming from! Colby certainly didn’t right there!
The boys looked at one another with a smile before Tyler got taken down with a chop block. Hunter spun around to see where it came from as Raquel caught him flush with a superkick to the chin out of nowhere (of course). Peterson collapsed to the mat as Raquel took off for the ropes, using them for an Asai moonsault that landed perfectly. The crowd came to its feet as Raquel got back up, and executed a corkscrew elbow from the standing position. Fair dropped to make the cover as Rocca slid into position.
Andy: A corkscrew elbow? Okay, she’s just showing off now! And a cover too?!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WHOAAA!!!
Hunter got his shoulder up as Raquel hopped back to her feet, long enough for Sophia to slip back into the ring behind her and drop her with a Russian leg sweep. Pike rolled over on top of her, pounding fists into her face much to the chagrin of the crowd.
Andy: Don’t you just love that Sophia? She’s so smart, and looks damn good on top of it. That’s what matters in life, you know!
At this point, Tyler had made it back to his feet. A hand tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned to see Colby again, he cursed rather loudly before the big man sent him reeling with a big right hand to the jaw. A second followed that one before Colby fired him into the far side. As he rebounded off the ropes, Colby connected with that big boot the second time. Hartling hit the canvas like a sack of bricks. As Colby was about to reach down to grab him, a drop toe hold from Sophia sent him across the middle rope. Pike hammered shots across his back as she screamed for Hunter. She got her wish as Hunter bounced off the near side ropes, and delivered a 619 into his face that dropped Colby onto the mat.
Andy: That was gorgeous! Pin him, you got this! I love these guys!
Hunter took Andy’s advice without realizing it as he dropped across Colby and hooked one of his tree-trunk like legs in the attempt. Rocca slid right into position for the count.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! NOPE!
The count was interrupted when Hunter ate stereo dropkicks on both sides of his head, sending him rolling off the cover. Both Mickey and Raquel were back up, and working in tandem now. Sophia went after Mickey, only for Scarborough to scoop her up over her back into a backdrop driver. Tyler went to grab Raquel, but she surprised him with a stunner that sent him backwards through the ropes to the floor.
Wolf: The Fair are working like a team now, and Sensitivity Training is in big trouble!
The girls looked to one another as Sophia started to get back to her feet. They each let out a scream into a double hair-pull facebuster on Pike! Raquel dove across her for the cover as Mickey ran interference as Hunter was heading their way!
Wolf: DULCET DUET!!
ONE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Rocca called for the bell as the crowd roared in enthusiasm. Mickey and Raquel shared a hug as Colby was getting to his feet. The referee raised their hands in unison.
Andy: This is terrible! Raquel wasn’t even the legal woma!
Wolf: It’s a tornado tag, you moron! There are no illegal partners!
John: The winners of the match…..COLBY MORRISON & THE SCARBOROUGH FAIR!!
Wolf: And well earned it was in what has to be the most chaotic match all night long here at Climax!
The boys pulled Sophia out of the ring as all three looked thunderous up to the trio inside. Colby invited them back in as they chose to back up the ramp. The Fair gave each other a high five as Mickey congratulated her boyfriend.
Wolf: Sensitivity Training won every match but this one tonight, and the Fair prove that they and Colby are just as effective as ever before!
Andy: I’m sure they haven’t heard the last of this! Sensitivity Training wasn’t prepared for tornado tag rules!
Wolf: Too damn bad! The Fair get a tag title rematch, and Colby’s earned himself another crack at the Pride title! Well done to all three!
As the trio celebrated in the ring, we cut to a commercial for Aggression 100.
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John: The following is a two on one handicap match scheduled for one fall and is for the SVW Chaos Championship!
As “Mo’ Money Mo Problems” begins to play over the PA system, the fans in the arena immediately begin to boo as fake money begins to rain over the stage and crowd. Christian heads out first as Ana & Rebecka step out, looking up to the falling cash and bumping fists before they follow CK towards the ring. Ana rolls under the bottom rope as Hate steps over the ropes to join her, each ascending opposite turnbuckles and grabbing a fake bill and snapping it in front of the camera.
John: Coming to the ring at this time, and accompanied by Christian Kincaid, they are Anastasia & Rebecka Hate…..DOLLARS & SENSE!!
The pair hop down off the corners as Rebecka folds her arms over her chest while Ana props up against her like she’s leaning on her with a smirk on her face.
As “Attitude City” plays over the PA system, Joe rises from an elevated platforum below the stage, his back to the audience. His trenchcoat has blinking lights on the back that spell out “CHAOS CHAMPION”, and as he pivots around once the platform is done elevating we can see that he proudly wears the championship proudly around his waist.
John: From Miami Fl by way of Scranton, PA...he is the Chaos Champion, the Innovator of Fully! Unrehearsed! Nuttiness! JOE! RAGNAL!
He heads down the ramp, slapping hands with the crowd on either side before running into the ring and sliding under the ropes. Hopping to his feet, Joe heads to the middle of the ring, where he takes off the championship and holds it high for the crowd to see. Raising it also creates a pyro in the form of an 'X' behind him, which excites the crowd. Joe hands the Chaos title over to Billy Phelps before taking his trenchcoat off, then turns to prepare for the fight.
Ana makes a beeline for Joe as Billy Phelps begins to display the Chaos Championship to the crowd, the pair exchanging words in the middle of the ring as the crowd begin to chant Joe’s name but the exchange soon ends as Joe is sent sprawling by Becka using the distraction to sneak around behind him and smash him in the back of the head and neck with a double axehandle! The fans in the United Centre are vocal in their displeasure as Ana jumps back then begins to point and laugh at Joe on the mat, the Chaos champion clutching at his head while Becka continues her attack by stamping down on Joe’s head over and over again.
Ana joins in the attack, kicking Joe in the back and midsection over and over before Becka finally grabs Joe by the head and drags him back up to his feet, still hammering away on the back of his head and neck with stiff forearm shots until she backs him into the ropes and throws him at Ana who catches him square in the face with a huge knee lift! Joe crumples to the mat and Ana leaps on top of him to hook the leg …
1 … kickout!
Ana immediately leaps to her feet and begins to berate Billy Phelps, screaming that it should have been a three count complete with over the top hand movements as Becka uses the distraction to their advantage, dragging Joe over to the bottom rope and draping him over it throat first before standing on his back!!
Wolf: And this is the tide Joe has to fight against! This match is already becoming a mugging!
Andrew: If you want to be a champion, you have to be prepared for these things. He knew what he was getting into.
Wolf: That’s a load of bullcrap and you know it. Dollars and Sense have manufactured the entire situation to suit them!
Andrew: That’s YOUR version of events….
Joe’s arms are flailing all over the place as he tries to gasp for air, but Becka begins to bounce up and down on his back, making it even worse! Finally, Billy Phelps spots what is going on behind Ana and shoves past her to berate Becka, giving her the count that Becka uses to her full advantage and eventually stops at four. She doesn’t give Joe chance to respond as Becka grabs hold of him by the foot and drags him away from the ropes, rolling the champion over to hook the leg …
1 … 2 … kickout!
Joe quickly rolls away to stop another pinfall, using the ropes for support as he tries to stand up and smelling blood in the water, Becka charges at him but Joe ducks down and lifts the former SVW Champion up and over the top rope, sending her crashing to the floor below! The crowd in the United Centre begin to get behind Joe as Ana makes a charge at him too but she’s stopped in her tracks as Joe catches her with a hard elbow, staggering her long enough for the Chaos Champion to charge and drop her with a bulldog! Spotting his chance, Joe rolls Ana over and makes a cover …
1 … broken up by Becka dragging Joe off of Ana!
Wolf: Joe saw his moment to capitalise there and he took it, but the numbers game is still too much for him.
Andrew: Don’t make him sound like he’s anything special, Wolf. He saw an opportunity and he took it, just like Dollars and Sense did with this match!
Wolf: You cannot be serious.
Andrew: Deadly.
Becka immediately drops an elbow between Joe’s shoulder then hits him with more forearm shots to the back of the head before she drags him up to his feet and throws him into the corner. Ana rolls herself out of the way as Becka backs up opposite Joe then flies at him, only for Joe to duck out of the way! The fans roar in approval as Joe slides to the side, sending Becka crashing chest first into the turnbuckle and allowing Joe to drop down behind her and roll her up from behind …
1 … 2 … kickout!
Wolf: Near fall there for Joe and that’s the strategy he needs to employ here! Get the match over with quickly and use those moments when he’s only got one of them to deal with.
Andrew: Please. It’s going to take more than a roll up to defeat a former SVW Champion.
Joe wastes no time in grabbing hold of Becka to continue the offense, but Becka jams her thumb right in his eye and Joe releases her immediately, turning around blinded into a kick to the midsection from Ana who then runs at the ropes and takes the Chaos Champion down with a beautiful swinging neckbreaker! Joe sits up, clutching at his neck but he’s not there for long as Becka hits the ropes herself and crashes into Joe with a low dropkick right to the face that sends him sprawling backwards! Ana stands and applauds her partner’s handiwork as the crowd begin to chant “BECKA SUCKS!! ANA SUCKS!!”, watching on as Becka hooks the leg …
1 … 2 … kickout!
Becka leaps straight back into Joe, firing off more clubbing blows to the back of his head and neck as she drags him to his feet, only for Ana to join her in throwing him into the ropes to drop the Chaos Champion on his face with a double team flapjack! Joe immediately grabs at his face but his opponents waste no time in rolling him over, Becka grabbing his feet and Ana grabbing his hands to lift him up in the air and slam him down to the canvas with the Market Plunge!
Wolf: This match is a damn mugging! How in the hell is this fair to Joe?!
Andrew: Wolf, life isn’t fair and that’s a lesson a few people in this company need to learn. Joe’s a champion, or at least he is for the moment, and sometimes that means you have to deal with things that aren’t fair. Suck it up or get off the bus.
Becka pounces on Joe as he tries to get away from the pair, ignoring the hatred from the crowd at their antics and dragging the Chaos Champion to his feet once more to violently throw him into the corner! Ana takes her position in the opposite corner and takes Becka’s hand, putting a little spin on it to turn Becka around and throw her towards Joe but the plan backfires as Joe leans on the top rope and leaps up, getting both feet up and thrashing out at Becka so hard that he sends her flying back into Ana, the pair colliding heads!!
The crowd roar at the opportunity for the Chaos Champion as Joe charges out of the corner and immediately throws Becka out of the ring again, sending her to the floor below with a thud before going after Ana and planting her into the canvas with a Russian Leg Sweep! Ana instinctively rolls onto her stomach but Joe stops her from going anywhere by locking her into a Mexican Surfboard submission! Billy Phelps makes a dive for the pair, asking Ana if she wants to give in as she screams out in pain from the middle of the ring with no-where to go!!
Wolf: Joe could win this match right here! Ana is in no man’s land with no way out!
Andrew: No damnit, where the hell is Becka?!?!?
There’s absolute fever pitch in the crowd around the United Centre as Ana continues to scream out in pain from the hold, looking more and more likely that she’s going to give in, but the hope is short lived as Becka rolls back into the ring and stamps down on Joe’s head! Joe releases his hold of Ana and clutches at his head as Becka drags him up to his feet, firing off a knife edge chop that echoes around the United Centre followed by a second stiff knife edge chop, and another! Becka finally grabs Joe by the hand and throws him into the ropes, following up with a vicious heart punch that sends Joe crashing to the canvas and gasping for breath! The former SVW champion pounces on Joe and hooks the leg …
1 … 2 … Kickout!
Becka begins to argue with Billy Phelps that it should have been a three count as Joe rolls away to combat another pin attempt and manages to get to his knees, only to have his bell rung by a now recovered Ana who hits him square in the side of the head with a step up enziguri!
Wolf: Good grief what an impact!
Andrew: Did I just see one of Joe’s teeth go flying?!
Wolf: This goes back to my earlier point about the numbers game. Becka was busy with Billy Phelps but Joe gets no respite because of Ana!
Ana goes to work rolling Joe over onto his back and positioning him near the turnbuckle as Becka shoves Billy Phelps out of the way and climbs out onto the apron, heading up to the top rope as the crowd in the United Centre make with displeasure known. Becka pauses on the top rope to flip off the crowd, which intensifies their reactions before she flies with a moonsault, only to crash and burn as Joe manages to get the knees up! Becka rolls out of the ring, clutching at her ribs as Ana goes after Joe tries to get back to his feet, meeting her with a stiff forearm shot of his own that staggers her enough for him to get to his feet and throw Ana out of the ring through the ropes too!
Billy Phelps begins to count as Joe lies in wait in the ring, waiting for Dollars & Sense to make it to their feet before hitting the ropes and flying over the top rope with a senton, crashing into both Ana and Becka! The crowd cannot believe their eyes at the pile of humanity outside of the ring as Billy Phelps restarts the count again!
Wolf: What a move from Joe Ragnal!
Andrew: Eh I’ve seen better.
Wolf: Dollars & Sense have managed to shut Joe down at every turn but this may be the turning point!
Joe manages to pull himself up from the pile of bodies and grabs hold of Becka, rolling her under the bottom rope and heading to the top rope himself, the crowd beginning to gather a head of steam as he perches on the top rope, waiting for Becka to roll onto her back before he leaps off with the FUN Star Frog Splash, but not before Ana hops onto the apron and shoves him off the top rope!! Joe lands throat first across the top rope once again and flops back to the mat, coughing and spluttering as Ana slides back into the ring and helps Becka to her feet, lying in wait for Joe to turn around before she drops him hard with a Jaw Dropper! Joe flops back to the mat and Becka heads for the top rope again, flying off with a moonsault that this time connects with the target! Becka hooks the leg …
1 … 2 … Joe gets the shoulder up!
Not wasting time, Becka tells Ana to head for the top rope as she drags Joe up to his feet and hoists him up into a Bear Hug, starting to set up for the High Roller!
Wolf: I don’t like where this is going!
Andrew: I do. Finish the job girls!
Ana takes her time on the top rope, posing for the fans but the waste of time costs her as Joe manages to hammer Becka with elbows to the side of the head over and over until she releases the hold and he shoves her back into the corner, bringing Ana down onto the top turnbuckle! Joe charges towards the ropes as Becka staggers out of the corner and knocks her over the top rope with a stiff clothesline that sends her sprawling to the floor outside!
Joe goes after Ana on the top rope, but she lashes out with a foot and connects with his jaw, the crowd in the United Centre showing their distaste at her advantage as she climbs down from the top rope and tries to drop Joe with a bulldog. Joe carries the momentum on and shoves Ana off into the corner, bouncing her off the turnbuckle then rolling her up from behind …
1 … 2 … Kickout!
Ana scurries up to her feet and walks right into a hard clothesline from Joe that knocks her down, but she gets back up only to get knocked down by another clothesline from Joe. Ana tries to get up to her feet and Joe goes at the ropes, but he’s stopped by a hand from outside the ring as Becka pulls his legs out from underneath him! The crowd absolutely roar in disgust as Becka drags Joe out of the ring and hurls the Chaos Champion into the steel steps at ringside!
Wolf: Is it not bad enough you’ve got a two on one advantage?!
Andrew: Look, Ragnal needs to learn when he’s beaten. He should have just laid down at the start and saved himself the trouble.
Wolf: That’s not what a champion does!
Andrew: No, but its what the SMART person does. And we all know Joe Ragnal is anything but smart.
Joe crumples in a heap on the outside as Becka dusts off her hands at her handiwork, ignoring the boos of the crowd as she hits a high five with Ana before dragging Joe back up to his feet and violently throwing him back under the bottom rope. Joe staggers back to his feet but turns around straight to a kick to the midsection from Ana so she can plant him with a Facebuster! Ana rolls him over for a cover …
1 … 2 … kickout!
The crowd goes nuts as Joe holds his arm up in the air to push the fact he kicked out and Ana turns around on Billy Phelps, screaming at him it was a slow count! Becka wastes no time in grabbing hold of Joe and dragging him up into a pump handle position and slamming him into the mat, making the cover …
1 … 2 … kickout!
Wolf: I cannot believe Joe Ragnal is still kicking out!
Andrew: JUST DIE ALREADY, JEEZ!
Even Becka can’t believe that Joe won’t give in and slams her fists into the mat as Joe struggles to get back to his feet but he’s caught just as he gets there by Ana catching him with a Codebreaker that staggers Joe back into Becka for a second Pump Handle Slam, the pair pulling off the Breakin’ The Bank! Becka makes the cover …
1 … 2 … Joe gets his foot on the bottom rope!
The crowd can’t believe it.
Becka can’t believe it and Ana is in the corner almost losing herself, wondering what on earth they need to do to put Joe Ragnal away!
Andrew: Did he replace himself with a robot or something?!?!
Wolf: Joe Ragnal will not die!
Ana heads straight for the top rope as Becka violently drags Joe to his feet and hoists him up into a Bearhug, positioning herself near the turnbuckle for Ana to leap off the top rope with the cutter to complete the High Roller!! Ana scurries into the cover and Becka holds down Joe’s legs behind her, out of sight of Billy Phelps …
1 … 2 … 3!!
John: Here is your winner and the NEW SVW Chaos Champion….champions?…..DOLLARS & SENSE!!
Wolf: Joe Ragnal put up one hell of a fight but the numbers were just too much for him.
Andrew: Thank god that his reign of terror is over!
Ana and Becka both leap up to their feet and hug in the middle of the ring, jumping up and down as Billy Phelps hands them the Chaos Championship belt and they hold it between them as the crowd boo them mercilessly until Aggression GM Mark Horton suddenly appears on the staging with a microphone in hand.
Andrew: And here comes Mark Horton to congratulate the new champions!
Mark: Congratulations, girls. Guess what? Aggression 100 for the Chaos Championship...it will be Ana versus Becka for that title! And the winner will give Joe his rematch IMMEDIATELY following that match!
The crowd in the arena come absolutely unglued as Ana and Becka stand eyeing each other up dubiously in the ring while Joe sits himself up against the turnbuckle with a smile on his face!
Andrew: WHAT?! THAT’S UNFAIR!!!
Wolf: I think it’s a great idea.
Andrew: Oh you would!
A highlights package plays, showing the rise of the BSX to the Tag Team titles - including the match with Revolution X, followed by highlights of Cade & Apollo defeating Dollars & Sense to win the shot. The graphic fades in before the show cuts to John Youle standing in the middle of the ring with the microphone raised to his mouth.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is for the SVW Tag Team Championship!!!
Wolf: Cade & Apollo finally get a crack at the SVW Tag Team Championship coming right up.
Andy: Yeah, they were gifted it by cheating Joe Ragnal from poor Dollars & Sense.
The lights dim inside of the arena, the Tron beginning to display black and white frames of two very different women beating opponents senseless with various amount of strikes, as a fierce beat alongside a low whistle is heard over the PA system as the lights begin to flash white, red and gold all over the arena, the spotlight shining on the tunnel as “Bring Da Ruckus” by the Wu-Tang Clan starts through the PA system and the RZA’s voice blasts through the system.
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHER, BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
BRING DA MOTHERFUCKIN RUCKUS!
Bursting out from the curtain to the roar of the crowd are Leander Apollo and Vanessa Cade, who nod along to the support as they look around the arena before Cade executes a 360 spin with her right elbow leading, while Leander raises his fist and hooks his arm around Vanessa’s as streamers of gold, black, white and red fire off behind and over them. With that both competitors make their way to the ring, staring down the ramp with every intent of making things happen.
John: Introducing first, the Challengers...weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy-five pounds, they are…CADEEEEEEE AND APOLLOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Cade & Apollo get inside the squared circle, the crowd showing their support accordingly as Vanessa and Leander ascend to the top rope on each side, Vanessa bringing her arms high up and gloves together to form her own logo within it while Apollo extends his arms to the side, basking in the crowd support. After a few moments, the two hop down from the top rope and begin their preparations for the contest ahead in the nearest corner.
Wolf: You can see the determination and focus on both of their faces as these two are more than ready to go after tag team gold against the 2x champions.
Andy: Yeah, maybe Joe will come out here and hand them another victory. He’s pretty good at that.
[Cue the chiptunes and 8-bit sprites! Coming dashing out from the back is Andi Takata, hopping about excitedly, while her partner Kaoru Asaka follows behind at a more reasonable pace....]
John: INTRODUCING AT THIS TIME, THE REIGNING SVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 280 POUNDS... HAILING FROM AKASAKA, TOKYO, JAPAN...
[As Kaoru crouches at the top of the ramp, Andi takes off towards the crowd to get them dancing along with her, side to side!]
John: SHE IS THE RAGING INFERNO OF FEMME FATALE.... KAORU. BLLLLAZING RAAAAGE ASAAAAKAAA!!
[Asaka springs up with her fist high in the air, and walks down to the ring, past...]
John: AND HER PARTNER, HAILING FROM THE GREAT COSMOS...
[Asaka tries to get past Andi to get to the ring, as she's hopping around and excited to be here!]
John: SHE IS THE MAGICAL PRINCESS FROM OUTER SPACE...
[Andi positions herself! Step out, arm up.]
John: THE "LUCKY STAR" ANDIIIIIIIII TAAAAKATAAAAA!!!!!!
[POSE! Crowd loves it! Then both girls slide in under the bottom rope, and make their way to opposite turnbuckles.]
John: TOGETHER... THEY ARE.....
[Wyld Stallyns? NO! The girls ascend the turnbuckles!]
John: THE BUUUURNING STAAAAAAR EXPREEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
[And they climb down from the turnbuckles and get ready for their match as the music fades down.]
Wolf: There may not be a tag team with more fanfare and popularity in SVW than the reigning 2x tag champions here, and they have their work cut out for them.
Andy: So what? Popularity doesn’t win you matches, all it does is sell merch and make a bunch of fickle fans scream for you like teenyboppers.
Billy Phelps asks both teams to decide who will start as he takes the titles from the BSX, presenting them to Cade & Apollo and then to the crowd before he hands them to a ringside attendant. He checks once more as Leander and Andi take up positions on the outside, leaving Kaoru and Vanessa as the legal participants before he calls for the bell. The pair immediately move towards each other, Kaoru looking to lock up with her opponent only for Vanessa to surprise her with a discus forearm to the jaw. Asaka stepped backwards and Cade continued her attack, driving another two forearms into Kaoru’s jaw before she followed it up with a kick into the gut to double her up before bringing a knee up into her chest. Asaka snapped back upwards only for Cade to grab hold of her wrist and whip her across the ring and into the challenger's’ corner.
Wolf: Vanessa already starting to try to isolate Kaoru here in the early going, that’s tag team wrestling 101, folks.
Andy: I honestly don’t like either of these teams, so I just hope someone loses their temper and the shit hits the fan personally.
Vanessa follow in behind quickly only for Kaoru to side step out of the way. Cade stops herself before she hits the turnbuckles and before she can turn around Asaka wraps her arms around her waist, sending Vanessa flying with a german suplex. Cade rolls backwards to her feet in the middle of the ring only to start catching stiff joshi style kicks with her midsection from Kaoru Asaka. The Japanese superstar manages to catch the blonde with five shots before grabbing hold of her head and sending her into a sitting position with a snapmare takedown. Kaoru takes two steps backwards before coming forward and into a rolling neckbreaker that snaps Vanessa’s head into her chest before causing her to pop backwards to the mat. Cade rolls to her side and pushes up to her feet only for Asaka to grab her head once more and take her down to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker.
Wolf: Nice swinging neckbreaker from Kaoru, as these two have met once already as recently as last night.
Andy: But that doesn’t mean a single thing here. Nothing at all. This is SVW.
Cade sits up quickly and Asaka locks in an arm wringer on the blonde, bringing her up to her feet by the wrist and dragged her over to the BSX corner where she made the tag to Andi. Takata entered the ring by leaping over the top rope and into a double axe handle smash into Cade’s shoulder. Asaka let go and stepped out of the ring as Cade stumbled forward, Takata charging past her to the ring ropes, bouncing off them and coming back with a running clothesline that takes Vanessa off her feet. Yet again Cade rolls quickly upright only for Andi to drive both of her feet into her chest with a dropkick that sees Vanessa fall back into the corner. In a flash Takata is back to her feet and pins her opponent against the turnbuckles with a series of kicks and knees into her stomach, delivering a palm strike before she steps backwards at Phelps request to let her out of the corner. The blonde, however, is not quick in coming out of the corner so Andi moves forward once more and sends her opponent flying towards the middle of the ring with a monkey flip.
Andy: Vanessa’s getting tossed around like a sack of trash, kinda fitting though.
Wolf: They are going to have to find a way to negate the speed and quickness of the champions, especially Andi!
Andi rolls forward on the mat as Vanessa rises to her feet quickly and the Space Princess pops upwards with a flying forearm strike into Cade’s chest that keeps her off balance. Takata takes hold of her foe’s wrist and sends Vanessa across the ring, leaving her feet with the flying Andi Butt-Butt...only to get nothing but air as Cade ducked underneath the move and continued towards the ropes leaving her feet to springboard backwards off the middle rope and delivered a perfectly timed elbow to Andi’s jaw knocking her back to the canvas. The Space Princess pushes up to her feet only to hit the mat hard as Vanessa takes her knees out from under her with a chop block. Takata rose back up to her feet but as she got vertical Cade grabbed hold of her arm from behind and delivered a side Russian legsweep to her. The Golden Elbow brought the tag team champion to her feet and whipped her into the Cade & Apollo corner, following in behind her and catching her with a running knee before making the tag to her husband.
Wolf: Cade with a nice counter right there, and here comes the Comet for the first time in this tag title match.
Andy: You want me to blow a kazoo or something to show my excitement?
Leander steps through the ropes and the pair pull Andi out of the corner, lifting her up and dropping her into the mat with a double flapjack. Takata bounces right back up to her knees and with Phelps still making the count the married couple grab hold of her head and deliver a snap double DDT. Cade rolls out of the ring and Apollo falls into the cover, hooking the leg as he did so.
One…
Two…
Andy: Andi kicks out, and Leo’s back to square one. I just want someone to do something dirty. Is that too much to ask?
Andi kicks out and Leander pulls her up to her feet and into a Muay Thai clinch, bringing his knees up into her face before he releases her. Leander watches as she dropped to one knee only to come straight back up to her feet where she gets met with European Uppercuts to her jaw before he yanks Andi forward and into a scoop slam. Takata tries to sit up after the scoop slam only for Leander to meet her with a stiff kick into her sternum, knocking her back to the canvas before he left his feet and delivered a knee drop into her body. Once more Apollo made the cover and hooked the leg as he did so.
One…
Two…
...TH-
Wolf: A close call for Leo yet again, and he’s doing an excellent job of keeping Andi on the mat. She’s far less effective there!
Phelps made it to two and a half on the count only for Apollo to help back to her feet, scooping her off his feet once more and dropped her down into a shoulder breaker. Dropping her onto the mat once he’d delivered it and held her arm as he yet again dropped a knee downwards into her shoulder, followed by a second in short order and a third before he released her arm, allowing her to roll over, holding her shoulder before he floated over, grabbed hold of her arm and sent her down to the mat as he locked in the Fujiwara armbar. Takata refused to submit as she began to move her body around on the canvas, stretching out for the ropes only for Apollo to reach up and tag in Cade. As Vanessa entered the ring, Leander pulled the Space Princess to her feet and into a rear waistlock, Cade bouncing off the ropes and connected with a yakuza kick as Leander sent her flying a moment later with a German suplex.
Wolf: This is what the champions have to avoid, Leo can throw them around without much trouble. They don’t have that luxury.
Andy: Not unless it’s Vanessa, but she’s been putting on some weight, I think. So it might be harder to get her off the mat anymore. Married women stop caring how they look, ya know.
Andi rolled to the side as her shoulders were driven downwards into the canvas and Vanessa began to stomp away on her shoulder, getting faster and faster with each stomp only for the official to count her down in order to get her to back up. Takata began to rise but was only allowed to get as far as her knees before Vanessa fired off an overhead kick that drove her boot into Andi’s injured shoulder. Takata let out a cry of pain as she held her shoulder once more only for Vanessa to swoop in, grabbing hold of her wrist and twisting her arm up behind her back and into a hammerlock. She kept the hold locked in tight as she drove the point of her elbow into her shoulder joint before she combined the hammerlock with a body scissors and fell backwards to the mat, taking Andi with her.
Andy: I can’t tell if she meant to do that or not. Either way, it worked and she’s got Andi locked up in a submission.
Wolf: She certainly meant to do it, and you’re right about Andi Takata being snared.
Once more Takata refused to quit as Phelps asked the question of her, rocking instead from side to side on top of Cade as she managed to build up enough momentum to roll onto her side. This only caused the blonde to tighten up the body scissors as she tried to squeeze the air out of the BSX member and increase the torque of the hammerlock. Still Takata refused to quit, trying to flop and move her body on the mat, before she threw out her leg and hooked it over the bottom rope. Phelps used the five count and got the break on four as Cade rolled away and Andi started to pull herself up using the ring ropes for assistance. Immediately the challenger went towards her, pulling her away from the ropes and into a European Uppercut before she sent her across the ring with the Irish whip into the neutral corner. Andi hit back first before Cade began to measure her up and charged forward looking for a running elbow into the corner only to get a face full of wrestling boot from Andi.
Wolf: Wow, Andi got her foot up and Vanessa knows what size boot she wears now.
Andy: That’s alright, Vanessa’s used to licking boots.
Vanessa staggered away holding her jaw, only to turn back towards Andi Takata and as she did so the masked wrestler pushed up onto the middle turnbuckle and launched herself forward, grabbing hold of Cade’s head and spinning around her as she took her into the mat with a Tornado DDT. Andi lays splayed out on the mat after delivering the move breathing deeply before she finally kips up to her feet holding her shoulder only to find Cade had beaten her to her feet and was advancing on her only for Takata to take her down to the mat with a drop toe hold, transitioning through the move and managed to lock in a spinning toehold, that saw Cade grimace in agony before she kicked upwards and caught the alien in the bad shoulder with her boot. She did it again and Andi released her, staggering backwards as she held her shoulder. Cade rose to her feet and as she did so Takata skipped forward and drove a superkick right into Vanessa jaw causing her to fall backwards to the mat. Takata dove into the cover, hooking the leg.
One…
Two…
...TH-
Wolf: All credit to Vanessa Cade for surviving that superkick, that may have rocked some molars!
Cade’s shoulder popped up and Andi didn’t even bother waiting for the referee to confirm it rolling away and diving towards her corner to make the tag to Kaoru. Asaka charged past Cade as the blonde was heading towards her corner, bounced off the ropes and took her down with a clothesline as Andi went low with a rolling kick to the back of her knees. Phelps count reached three as Andi got to her feet and jumped into the air to come down with a leg drop across her chest before she rolled to the outside while Kaoru took two steps forward and fell into an elbow drop into the challengers chest, following it up with a cover.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Andy: Kaoru wasn’t able to get a three count off the elbow, I bet she’s wondering if Joe’s gonna come back and help Cade & Apollo win like he did the other week.
Again the Challengers shoulder came up off the mat only for Vanessa to be brought to her feet by Kaoru who hooks her head, driving a knee into her gut before she snaps off a suplex. She keeps her head hooked as she spins her hips, pulling Vanessa upwards yet again and straight into another snap suplex. Again she keeps her head up and starts to rise to her feet, bringing her opponent with her as she lifts her vertically and drives her downwards with a Falcon Arrow. Kaoru rolls away as Vanessa rolls over, pushing up to all fours and then to her knees as Kaoru bounced off the ropes and came back to catch her perfectly with a running knee into the side of her head, knocking her backwards to the canvas. Instinctively Vanessa rolls to all fours and crawls towards the ropes, beginning to bring herself to her feet only for Asaka to help her the rest of the way and deliver a headbutt to her nose before she wraps her arms around her waist once more and sends her down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Kaoru floats over and hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Wolf: Belly to belly suplex well executed by Kaoru, but still not enough to put the Golden Elbow down for the three count. And this tag title defense continues!
Leander enters the ring and dives on top of Kaoru to break the cover before the three count; Asaka stares at Apollo as he meets her gaze, not breaking it as he retreated slowly back to his corner until he stepped through the ropes back to the outside. He started trying to rally the crowd behind Vanessa only to start duelling chants for both teams amongst the sold out crowd. Asaka turns her attention back to Cade, pulling her upwards into an inverted facelock before she lifted her into the air as though she was setting up for the Atomic Glow inverted facelock brainbuster only to find Cade begin to twist, turn and shift around in her foe’s grip, slipping out of it and landing on her feet behind Kaoru; immediately grabbing hold of her head and dropping down with a neckbreaker.
Wolf: A beautiful counter right there from Vanessa, she needed an opening and she found it!
Andy: Kaoru didn’t have a tight enough grip obviously, so that’s all her fault.
Slowly the blonde challenger comes to her feet only to receive a stiff right hand from Kaoru, followed by a second and a third before the Japanese wrestler sends her across the ring with an Irish whip. Asaka ducks her head as Cade rebounds, only for her the blonde challenger to put on the brakes and surprise the BSX member with a roundhouse kick to the side of her head. Kaoru spins as she straightens, turning her back momentarily on Cade who takes full advantage to grab hold of her opponent and send her face first into the mat with a half nelson bulldog. Cade takes a moment, kicking her foot against the mat before she starts to rise, finding Kaoru once more vertical first and Vanessa hurls herself towards her kneecaps, sweeping Asaka’s legs out from underneath her and rolling through into a leglock, reaching up as she did so and making the tag to her partner.
Wolf: Vanessa Cade with a much needed tag right there, and here comes Leo back into the match!
Andy: Yeah, legally this time.
The Red Comet entered the ring and charged towards the opposite ropes only to launch himself into a baseball slide that caught Kaoru in the side of the head as Cade released and fell to the mat, rolling underneath the bottom rope and to the outside. Apollo pulls Asaka to her feet, hooking her head under his arm as he spins her around, glaring at Andi Takata as he slapped his hand against Asaka’s shoulder and delivered a vicious looking DDT. Leander sat up immediately after he delivered the move and once more pulled his foe to her feet, sending her into a neutral corner. Asaka hits back first and slumps down. Apollo comes charging in behind her and slams a Yakuza kick into her chest, rolling off to the side and coming to his feet where he bounces off the ring ropes and leaps to deliver a superman punch that connects squarely with Kaoru’s jaw and causes her to spin around on one foot before she collapses backwards to the canvas. Leander drops to his knees, pressing his arm across her shoulders as he hooked her leg.
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...THRE--
Wolf: Asaka still has some gas in the tank, and impressive considering the force Leo had behind that shot!
Kaoru’s shoulder came up before the three count and Leander asked the referee to confirm the count once more, getting the two count shown to him before Billy Phelps who continues to tell the Comet that it was only by the slimmest of margins. Leander nods his head, pulling Kaoru up to her feet only to shove her into the ropes and send her flying on the return with an exploder suplex. The BSX member lands hard and starts to come to her feet with the aid of the ring ropes in the opposite corner only for Leander to launch himself towards her, crushing her chest first against the turnbuckles with a splash. As Kaoru stumbled backwards, Apollo set her up for the Hyaku Shiki, lifting her up for the back suplex into the wheelbarrow facebuster and delivering it perfectly as he rolled her over and made the cover once more.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!NO!!!!!!!!
Andy: This would have been over by now if someone had hooked some tights, or used a weapon. But nooooo!
Andi just got there in the nick of time to stop the three count, the Space Princess checking with the referee and started to breath a sigh of relief as she was shown the two count only for her celebration to be short lived as she received an elbow to the jaw from Leander Apollo, he threw a second elbow that also caught her under her jaw and brought her to her feet where she became the recipient of a flying elbow strike from Vanessa Cade that saw Takata fall through the ropes to the outside. Vanessa heads back towards her corner only for Apollo to catch up with her and discuss strategy for a moment or two before he returns to Asaka. As he approaches the Tag Team Champion he stoops down and looks to grab hold of her legs, only for Kaoru to grab hold of the bottom rope in the corner with a vice like grip. He tries to yank her away only for the woman to squirm as she keeps her hold tight, finally bringing her knees up to her chest suddenly, jerking him off balance and sending him face first into the top turnbuckle. As Leander staggers backwards, Asaka manages to make it to her feet and deliver a sitout jawbreaker to the man. He continues to stagger, only managing to gain his balance as Kaoru finds her feet and she launches herself forward, pressing her hand into his face for the #facepalm, sweeping his feet and driving him down to the mat with the STO. She fell on top of him and Phelps checked the shoulders before he started the count.
Wolf: Did you see the way that connected?! The BSX are gonna retain right here!
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...THR-
Andy: You’re really batting about .100 tonight, nimrod.
Apollo’s shoulder rolls at the three count and Kaoru hears Andi in the BSX corner, slapping her hand on the turnbuckle, stomping her feet on the canvas and she begins to crawl towards her partner, diving and just making the tag as Leander grabs hold of her ankle. She comes to her feet and instantly leaves them for an enzugiri that glances off his shoulder, causing her foot to slide up into the side of his head. Apollo takes a step backward only to get driven back down to the mat courtest of Andi flying from the top rope and into a Senton bomb. Andi pops up to her feet and continues across the ring as Apollo instinctively comes to his feet, getting the Space Princesses legs wrapped around his head as she sends him back to the mat with a hurricanrana. Takata holds her shoulder having landed on it hitting the hurricanrana put fights through the pain as she comes to her feet and charges Leander once more to put him face down on the mat with a shining wizard. Apollo rolls over as Andi gets to her feet and from a standing start she leaps high, crashing down on the comet with THE Shooting Star Press. Andi hooks the leg as she makes the cover.
Andy: Shooting star press, Takata’s going for it! I think she may have it, Leo’s out!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!
NO!!!!!
Wolf: Vanessa Cade just ensured their tag title aspirations didn’t go up in smoke right there!
This time it’s Cade turn to make the save in the nick of time and as she does so Kaoru comes into the ring and begins to fire stiff kicks into Vanessa’s body, backing her across the ring as Cade attempts to reply with forearms and elbows. The blonde managed to back Asaka up only for Kaoru to use the separation to connect with a very hard, accurate running dropkick that sends Cade tumbling through the ropes and landing on her feet on the outside. Nodding her head Asaka backs up two steps and charges forward into a suicide dive through the ropes, crashing into Vanessa and causing them both to land in a heap. Back in the ring Leander is just starting to rise to his feet and Andi Takata bounces off the ropes into a cartwheel before she springs towards the man, catching his head and slamming it into the canvas with the Space Crusher RKO. Apollo bounced onto his back and Takata made the cover, hooking the leg once more.
Wolf: SPACE CRUSHER!!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!
Andy: What do you know? Without Joe Ragnal, Cade & Apollo can’t get the job done! When does Dollars & Sense get their title shot?!
Leander kicks out but it’s a moment too late as Billy Phelps calls for the bell and holds Andi’s good arm aloft as she sits up.
John: Here are your winners, and still the SVW Tag Team Champions, the team of Kaoru Asaka and Andi Takata….THE BURNING STAR EXPRESS!!!
Wolf: An outstanding performance by both teams, but tonight the BSX have retained their gold. But their woes with Revolution X are likely far from over!
Kaoru rolls underneath the rope, helping her partner to her feet as Phelps retrieves the tag team title belts and presents them to the victors, raising their hands in the air. The pair start to celebrate in the ring as the camera cuts to Cade and Apollo on the outside, Apollo holding his head as he nods while Vanessa gives the team a very half hearted clap. The cameras cut back to the BSX as they climb the turnbuckles, celebrating in front of their fans before the show cuts elsewhere.
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John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to the finish!
The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning lyrics to “Pull Me Under” by Dream Theater blare out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple, as the crowd begins to clap along with the beat of the song, watching as a man rises from the throne inside of the temple and makes his way down the steps. Once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above, covering the entrance ramp as the song kicks into full motion, the fans clapping along with the song in full while white, yellow and blue spotlights swirl all across the arena.
John: 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 emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the faithful as he stops in front of the entrance ramp before he slowly raises his right hand up in the air, looking up and staring at it as smoke shoots out from each side of the ramp before he makes his way down the entrance ramp as the occasional fans reach out towards him from the rail while he walks down the ramp while keeping his eyes focused on the ring as the fans don’t hesitate to sing along with the chorus.
Pull me under! Pull me under!
Pull me under I'm not afraid!
All that I feel is honor and spite,
All I can do is set it right!
Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. Strike just gives the fans a sly smirk and a nod as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes while stretching his arms out as “Pull Me Under” fades…
Wolf: Tonight Mika looks to make a stop of vengeance on her way to collecting the SVW championship! How successful she’s going to be is another question.
Andy: You’re joking right? Chris Strike has one foot in the grave career-wise. He’s fast wasting away and Mika Demidov is in the PRIME of her career. He doesn’t have a chance.
Two sea eagle cries are heard before "Rise" hits the sound system. Mika and comes from the backstage when the song makes its halt to come back with a stronger beat. Right before the entrance aisle, she raises her right hand in the air with the index, middle and ring fingers fully extended upwards, and white, blue and red pyros shoot behind her back. She then parades down the entrance aisle, showing off for the booing crowd, sometimes even swearing at them, before she enters the ring by climbing the steel steps and passing between mid and bottom ropes. Once inside the ring, she climbs a random turnbuckle, posing for the crowd. After soaking in the boos, she leaps back into the ring and faces her opposition across the ring.
John: Introducing from St. Petersburg, Russia, she is the............Mika’s Touch Briefcase Holder. This is….’THE RED STAR’ MIKA DEMIDOV!!
Wolf: Unlike my commentary partner, I know well enough not to have any doubts of Chris Strike...
Andy: What does that mean? She could beat Strike in the snap of a fingers and go on to cash in with ease.
DING! DING! DING!
Roger Weatherby motions for the bell to ring but Mika and Chris are simply staring at each other from opposite corners, neither one is moving. The two looks to be calculating... Trying to figure out each other’s moves without so much as lifting a finger... Or perhaps both are waiting for the other to blink. They continue to just stare on each other, moment after moment passing in silence as the United Center keep on watching, not sure who will make a motion first. Finally Mika rolls out of the ring and begins walking around the squared circle and hopping over the stairs before Strike’s eyes roll before he rolls out of the ring after her. Weatherby begins making the count for the count out, but the moment that Mika is forced to turn around by Strike’s hand on her shoulder, she catches him with a quick to the thumb to the eye, causing him to turn around in pain. From there Demidov because to unleash a barrage of blows on the back of Strike’s head, quickly firing one off after the next as they walk back towards the ring and she shoves him in!
The moment he rolls in and she rolls after, Mika irish-whips him towards the ropes. On the rebound she hooks her arms low around one of his legs and hefts him upward, letting him land throat first over the ropes, letting the War Machine bounce backward and land back first on the ground. Mika immediately drops down on top of him, turning his backside away from Weatherby’s sight as she grabs the tights and goes for the cover!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTTWWWWOOOO!!
TTTTHHHHHRRREE!!
...
KICKOUT!!
Strike gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time, eyebrows raised as he mouths a straight up ‘what the fuck’ as Mika rolls out of the ring and begins rubbing her jaw, hands on the apron as she stares at him insolently, The Red Star glaring.
Wolf: Mika going for the tights this early in the match? She doesn’t seem to be as interested in hurting Strike as she’s been making it sound.
Andy: Don’t be an idiot. Six people are about to beat the snot out of each other in the Elimination Chamber. Mika could waste her energy on this lesser wrestler but then how would she cash in?
It seems to occur to Strike what Mika is doing at about the same time Andy poses the question. The War Machine stares her down and mouths, ‘is that you’re going to play the game then?’ Getting a smirk on the face of the Red Star... Until Strike says something loud enough for the people to hear.
Chris: I can still hear Kyle’s neck being jacked from the piledriver I gave him.
The smirk on the Red Star’s face slowly begin to sink into the most hateful glare on her face, eyes widening. If looks could kill, Strike might have collapsed from a heart attack as The Red Star immediately rolled into the ring and fired off an explosive european uppercut across the jaw of the War Machine, and the War Machine has none of it by answering back with a stiff european uppercut right back. Back and forth the two go with shots.
Strike hits Mika with a european uppercut!
Crowd: YYYYYAAAAAYYYYYY!!
Mika hits Strike with a european uppercut!
Crowd: BBBBBBBBOOOOOOO!!
Strike hits Mika with a european uppercut!
Crowd: YYYYYAAAAAYYYYYY!!
Mika hits Strike with a european uppercut!
Crowd: BBBBBBBBOOOOOOO!!
Strike hits Mika with a european uppercut!
Crowd: YYYYYAAAAAYYYYYY!!
Mika hits Strike with a european uppercut... Followed by another and another and another and another and another and another until she knocks him down!
Crowd: BBOOO-BBOOO-BBOOO-BBOOO-BBOOO-BBOOO-BBBBOOOOOOO!!
Andy: You can just hear the ‘partisan’ in this crowd of gangling idiots. Mika dragging Strike to the corner here, working him over.
Wolf: She’s trying to put a boot to his throat and choke him, but Weatherby is telling her off... Damnit Weatherby, the longer you yell at her the longer you forget to actually COUNT HER OUT!
Indeed the moment Mika gets the War Machine into the corner she has her hands on the ropes and a boot against the throat of Strike, choking him. Before Weatherby can get a chance to begin to count her out, The Red Star begins arguing and telling him that it’s bullshit that he doesn’t actually just let them do as they want. Weatherby argues to Demidov that he knows she’s just trying to keep him from making a count to disqualify her and it’s not going to work because he’s smarter than that... Mika rolls her eyes and continues arguing as Weatherby continues to let Mika argue him back and forth while Strike chokes against the rope and her boot... Until Weatherby realizes what he’s letting happen and begins counting her out!
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIV-!
Mika moves her boot, hands up before dragging Strike into the center of the ring and dropping down on getting Strike’s throat hooked around for her patented Dragon Sleeper. Her eyes go wide as the Red Star flashes a wide grin, squeezing the hold in as Strike’s arms are up, shaking as he seems to be trying to loosen himself out of the hold but Mika continues to hold onto it, licking her lips and telling Strike to tap out, telling him that he needs to just quit now and save her the goddamn hassle. She continues squeezing around his throat in the inverted facelock as Strike’s arms begin to falter and fall backwards slightly before they raise back up, until Mika hooks one under her arm and reigns back the hold, leaving Strike only to work with one hand and on his knees.
Andy: Look at the excellence of Mika’s DRAGON SLEEPER! Strike might as well tap out now, he’s in the middle of the ring, he has no way to escape... He might as well just throw the towel in early, admit Mika’s excellence over him and call it a career.
Wolf: ...No way, Andy?
The Chicago crowd begins to rally furiously around Strike, the War Machine seeming to draw strength from their chanting. His arm raises up and curls into a fist before he begins to pound into her head repeatedly, one shot after the next into the face of the Red Star before he uses her grasp on his arm to pull her onto his shoulder as he stood with Mika trying to pull herself away, wriggling away but the War Machine is not allowing this as he takes a few steps forward and executes the Red Star with a powerslam cutter, dropping her down on the mat! The crowd cheers furiously as Strike puts a hand on his throat, glaring down at Mika before reaching down and lifting her by the hair.
He slams the Mika’s Touch holder into the turnbuckle corner before grabbing the ropes and pounding in shoulder thrusts into the abdomen of Mika Demidov, one after the next with rest as a mask of pain crosses the face of The Red Star as she tries to drop fists into the back of the War Machine only to get folded up repeatedly with each shoulder thrust! Her strikes into his back begin to slow down somewhat before Strike puts his legs down on the ground, heels digging and pounding one last shoulder thrust. He turns Mika around and hooks an arm around her waist before lifting her upward and dropping her into a back body drop onto the turnbuckle, bouncing the Red Star onto it before she goes flopping forward and dropping on the canvas as Strike goes for the pin!
Wolf: Strike with those explosive shoulders to the gut of the Midas Touch briefcase holder, slowly sapping her strength and stamina from her! She she’s trying to fight out of it and there’s the back body drop into the turnbuckle and Strike’s going for the pin!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTTWWWWOOOO!!
TTTTHHHRR-----!!
...
KICKOUT!!
Mika gets the shoulder up but from the face of Strike, that’s all well and good by him as he stands up... Only for Demidov to pull him into a roll-up, feet on the ropes!
Wolf: Feet on the ropes, Mika’s got the feet on the ropes!
Andy: If the zebra doesn’t see it, Wolf! Mika’s got him!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTTWWWWOOOO!!
TTTTHHHRR-----!!
...
KICKOUT!!
Strike kicks out and as both competitors get up to their feet Strike immediately goes for a sprint, ducking a piston kick from Mika and coming back at her with a flying forearm smash, knocking Demidov down. The moment she gets back up she catches a Kesagiri chop, but the spinning kesagiri chop to follow up gets caught by Mika as she grabs him by the wrist for a hammerlock before she spits in his face, going for her STO that follows up, but Strike denies her by headbutting her square in the nose, causing a dribble of blood as she stumbles back in pain before he grabs her by the neck and flings her through the ropes! She stumbles, grabbing the back of her head only to turn around as Strike flies over the ropes and crashes on top of her with a tope con hilo, taking both competitors down as Weatherby counts!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
FOUR! FIVE! SIX!
Wolf: Strike pulling out all the stops tonight, an excellent tope con hilo there and it looks like he’s about to get Mika back into the ring!
With a hand into blonde hair once more, Strike forces her up into the ring and rolls in after the blonde, stepping forward and making a motion that she’s about to get put down. He drops to his knees and punches the mat as Demidov begins to rise to her feet, sitting on all fours before rolling around as he punches the mat once more before he shoots up on his feet and hooks her neck around with his arm in a front facelock before hooking one of her leg’s in what looks to to be a Fisherman’s Suplex position beginning. Strike huffs her upward and spins around with a well executed three hundred and sixty degree motion before finally finishing up and spiking her head onto the mat, leaving the Red Star prone as he drops down on the mat and hooks her leg!
Wolf: MJÖLLNIR! THAT”S GOTTA BE IT!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTTWWWWOOOO!!
TTTTHHHRR-----!!
...
KICKOUT!!
Mika’s arm goes up to the boos of the crowd, the frustration real from the entire United Center as Strike doesn’t bother harassing Weatherby about the three count, shaking his head as he punches the mat once in frustration before he reaches down for Mika’s hair only for her to grab him by the head and take off into the corner, running towards it and sending him headfirst into the turnbuckle as she slips through the ropes with a running bulldog! The crowd groans as Strike lays there for a moment, slowly raising up and holding his jaw in pain only for Mika to leap back over the ropes and double stomp him in the back the head, though from the angle it looks as though the Red Star executed a kind of backwards dropkick more than anything as she rolls through onto her back and stands up, staring him down and cracking her knuckles. She watches as he forces himself up, turning around to her...
Demidov takes off running and nearly takes his head off with a corner big boot, essentially a Yakuza Kick, dazing the War Machine as he slumps into the corner. Once again she goes for the corner choke, a boot against his throat as she pushes down with more and more growing malice as Weatherby now actually makes the count. At near five once more Mika removes her boot, but not before stomping away at Strike a few more times for good measure in the head.
Andy: Look at Mika in full control here. A beautiful corner boot to the head of Strike before she continues cutting off the air supply to his head. Not that there’s many brain cells left to actually be killing off. It’s a good thing he isn’t planning to donate his brain to science after he dies. Research might go back ten years.
Wolf: Would you stop?
Mika drags him into out of the corner and goes for the pin!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTTWWWWOOOO!!
TTTTHHHRR-----!!
...
KICKOUT!!
The Red Star looks more than annoyed and goes to pin again, but switches into a headlock at first... In the background the whole of the Chicago crowd begins stomping, clapping in unison, making all the sounds like war drums as though they’re rallying for Strike to make the come back. The Red Star is only looking more and more annoyed by the moment, shaking her head in fury before switching into a pin.
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTTWWWWOOOO!!
KICKOUT!!
Strike begins punching the mat with the rumble, in the rhythm of the crowd’s noise as he slowly begins to rise to his feet taking the Red Star with him. He takes a few steps back and back body drops her onto the mat with the roar of the crowd! She lays on her knees, trying to get up before Strike begins teeing off with stiff kicks to the abdomen before roundhousing and blasting Demidov across the jaw, sending her rolling out of the ring! Mika drops on the ground before glaring at a steel chair and much nearer, her Mika’s Touch briefcase. She walks towards the briefcase and roughly kicks it to slide to as far as near the ramp before grabbing the chair and rolling into the ring as Strike yells at her to bring it!
Weatherby has no part of it however and jerks the chair out of her hands before heading to hand it over to John. As Youle gets up to take it, Mika runs towards Strike and baseball slides between his legs and out of the ring, his eyes narrows as he reaches through the ropes to grab her..
CCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRUUUUUUNNNNCCCCHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Crowd: BBBBBOOOOOOOOO!!!
With Weatherby’s back turned, Mika uses her briefcase in full effect, both hands clutching the case as she uses the corner to SMASH the War Machine across the temple before dropping it as he collapses against the mat and she drops on top of him, hooking the leg!
Wolf: YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! THIS ISN’T GOING TO BE HOW THIS ENDS! NO! NO!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTTWWWWOOOO!!
...
TTTTHHHRREEEEE!!
DING! DING! DING!
Andy: YES! Wow, Mika didn’t even need a Soviet Burial or a Do Svidanya to finish off Strike tonight! That’s damn impressive!
Wolf: SHE STRUCK HIM WITH THAT DAMN BRIEFCASE!!! ...Why did it take her two hands to even do swing her briefcase...?
Strike is rubbing his head in pain, a few curse words look to be leaving his mouth as he hasn’t gotten up yet as Weatherby raises Mika’s arm as she smiles proudly of her accomplishment before rolling out of the ring as Strike reaches for her leg with an arm as John makes the announcement.
John: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH... “THE RED STAR” MIKA DEMIDOV!!
As Strike stares daggers at Mika, the briefcase holder grabs her Mika’s Touch briefcase and holds it up. She shakes it slightly before opening it up by the latches and turning it over. Two brick sized surge protectors drop down on the ground with loud thuds onto the metal as the War Machine continues rubbing his head. The Red Star shrugs and begins walking up the steps with a smirk on her face.
Andy: Now that’s a brilliant play by Mika. Keeping surge protectors in her briefcase. You never know when you’re gonna have extra cords, Wolf. Well, no power for the War Machine tonight.
Wolf: That’s idiotic and the intelligence of those listening at home has been lowered for hearing it. Strike lost here tonight, no thanks to Mika’s briefcase being loaded with more weight than usual. I don’t think that’s the last of this however.
We cut to the glaring eyes of Strike, wincing slightly as he grips his head in pain before we go to a television spot for SVW merchandise.
A Need for Oversight
We return deep inside the United Center and find DOC moving through the hallways as he sees the security team he stationed at the top of the show standing outside his door. A smile forms on the black man’s face as he heads towards them, rubbing his hands together.
DOC: Well better late than never, right boys? Shame she got here so late, but at least she’s in time for the Chamber, right?
One of the security men shook his head as DOC was about to open the door.
DOC: You got the dropsy, boy? Whatcha shaking your head for at DOC? You boys did good, just like I said. Now if you’ll excuse me, I got a little bit of business to discuss Double S in there.
He goes to grab the door again before one of the guards shakes his head, interrupting him this time.
Security: Mr. Crane, this isn’t--
DOC: This isn’t the time for this, boys. You did your jobs, now let ol’ DOC do his, Ya feel me? Now if you will excuse me…
He waves them aside before he opens the door, and enters his office. Inside the person waiting for him, however, wasn’t his intended guest before Alexander Stryfe gets up from a seat as he sees DOC enter.
Alexander: Mr. Crane, just the man I was looking for.
DOC glances around, looking for Samantha before he looks a little confused.
Alexander: I assume you are waiting to see if Miss Star arrived. She did not, and I could have told you before you said you wanted to see her on live television several weeks ago...she’s not coming. However, I am here and I wanted to let you know the same thing I told Mr. Horton recently.
DOC: AIn’t that bi--OH, yeah! Big M told me about trying to work together, but don’t worry. DOC set him straight. I know I’m the golden goose for ratings around here, I can almost hear the buy rate numbers coming in for tonight. And if you decide to replace him, DOC will be more than happy to take over both shows. Ya just gotta add another zero to DOC’s salary, HAHA!
Stryfe doesn’t seem terribly impressed or amused.
Alexander: I’m afraid you are wrong. You see, Mr. Crane, when I put you and Mr. Horton in charge, I had no intention of seeing you two work against each other. We all work for the same company. And frankly, SVW has seen enough internal struggles in management over the years. I do not intend to allow it to happen again. So this is what is going to happen. In November, our next event will be called Rampage. And you both have till November to begin working together….or I’m going to be forced to take measures to resolve that. I am only interested in what is best for SVW, what is going on between you two...is not that.
DOC looked a little surprised, as though this was the first time he’d heard anything of the sort.
DOC: It’s like I was telling Big M. We got to work together, we can’t be having all this discord. Ya know? I got your back, bossman! Ol’ DOC got the cure for what’s ailing SVW.
Alexander: Be sure that you do. Otherwise, I’m going to have to instill some….
Fans: OVERSIGHT!
DOC looked around as he heard the fans say the word before Stryfe headed out of the office. Crane watched him go before he fished out his cell phone, and began to dial a number.
DOC: This is DOC. It’s important. No, I don’t want anyone but the boss. Tell her that the investment Constellation Ventures has been making may be about to get turned upside down on’em.
DOC paused as he listened to whoever was on the other end.
DOC: Hello there, Miss Saint! DOC here….we got a problem.
On that, we cut to a highlight package for the Elimination Chamber.
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A highlight package shows clips of all six competing in the Chamber before we head back to the ring. The darkened arena only has spotlights aimed at the rafters as the Elimination Chamber begins to lower towards the ring. The live crowd buzzes for all the obvious reasons.
Wolf: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s that time! There you see it, two tons of metric steel and fifteen miles of chain make up the Elimination Chamber. There’s only ever been one in SVW history, and my guest for this match is the man who won it. Lyn Dallins, welcome to Climax and welcome to what may be the longest night for the six individuals about to step inside that structure.
Lyn: Glad to be here Wolf, and its time to get things going.... I have been looking forward to this match for some time now and we’ll see who is going to emerge victorious.
Wolf: I’ve been informed that the order was determined moments ago at random, and the last two to come out will be the ones who start this match.
The camera shows John standing on the floor near the timekeeper’s table as he begins. The Chamber finally surrounds the ring as the crew make sure everything is ready to go when John starts to speak.
John: The following contest is your main event of the evening! And it is for the SVW Championship to be contested inside the ELIMINATION CHAMBER!!
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 Esme & his sister Tara, all in black. Luther bows his head, and makes the sign of the cross on his chest, before linking arms with the two ladies and walking down the ramp towards the ring, the spotlight following.
John: Introducing from Amsterdam in the Netherlands, accompanied by Esme and Tara Thunder standing 6’6” tall and weighing 270 lbs, he is...LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Luther gets to ringside, where he releases from the ladies, climbing the steps to the apron. He blesses the ring, bowing his head, before climbing atop the turnbuckle. He throws his arms out like a crucifix, and then slowly starts asking the Lord to forgive these sinners who boo him. The big mean heads for the first pod before he is locked inside.
Wolf: Luther Thunder is the first out, and that means he doesn’t have to start this match. He has to be one of the favorites to win this match. And if he comes out late enough, he will be even more difficult to overcome.
Lyn: Whether you love him or hate him... ...And I am obviously no fan... He’s one of the toughest bastards to ever lace up his boots. More so, one could say that he nearly won that chamber I competed in.
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. As she lands she holds her title belt high over her head. 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, holds her title belt high in the air and then corkscrew flips back to the mat, facing the middle of the ring as she lands and heads inside another pod.
John: From Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York, 5’5” tall, weighs 115 lbs and is accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid. She is the reigning and defending SVW Champion...Please welcome...KELLY KINCAID!!!
Wolf: Kelly Kincaid has taken on every challenge, and if she wins tonight somehow, Chris Strike awaits on the next Uprising. But does she have a mountain to climb!
Lyn: The champion’s disadvantage is a tough one but I believe that Kelly can continue the tradition of the champion walking in chamber... And walking out. If there’s anyone who could do it, Wolf...
Oh, oh, oh! Oh here we go!
Walkin’, talkin’ like you know,
I want your pretty little psycho!
(Pretty little psycho)
The synths of Porcelain Black’s “Pretty Little Psycho” blares out over the PA system. The lights in the arena turn blue and black while smoke rises up from the stage. A white light comes down on a spot on the curtain, accentuating some movement behind the curtain.
John: On her way to the ring! She hails from Glasgow, Scotland and weighs one-hundred-and-thirty-four pounds! She is the “Pretty Little Psycho”, EMMA MACNAMARA!
Following the announcement, Emma steps out from behind the curtain.
I’m ready to go, I’m taking chances,
Sipping less from champagne glasses.
Gotta have you, I’m moving closer.
I won’t take no for an answer.
You’re looking crazy, you’re looking wrong,
Looks like we’re gonan get along.
And once I’ve got you, it’s a fact,
Baby, there’s no turning back.
Make me, make me impressed!
Make me, make me obsessed!
During the verse, Emma walks down the ramp towards the ring, where she stays dead centre, ignoring everything around her, including the booing from the fans. Her gaze is directed solely towards the ring. Reaching the ring, she pulls herself up on the apron and steps through the ropes. She then walks to her corner, where she stands with her arms folded as the music fades out.
Wolf: After a long run as the Chaos Champion, Emma Mac could take that amazing resilience all the way to the promised land if she can capture SVW’s richest prize.
Lyn: It isn’t just the resilience I bet she’s counting on... An environment like this... I think it very much suits Emma. She will make dangerous use of the chamber.
The music starts, as the crowd quiets. A spotlight appears at the top of the ramp…but after a few moments nobody shows. The spotlight starts combing the arena, followed by another spotlight, and a third as the song starts.
Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR, transmissions will resume
They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
(So come on!)
The spotlights race around for a moment until one finally stops in the middle of the crowd, revealing Misty standing amongst the fans. She raises her fist with a cry and a grin as the fans nearby cheer and do the same.
John: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario Canada. The Voice of the People....and the NEW SVW Defiance Champion…..MISTY WHITMORE!!!
The young wrestler then makes a B-line for the ring, slapping hands of fans before hopping the barricade. Misty climbs onto the ring apron and looks out at the crowd, holding a hand over her brow with a grin. Leaping over the top rope Misty runs to the opposite corner, climbing up the corner and singing out the chorus with the fans, raising her fist with every phrase.
They will not force us!
They will stop degrading us!
They will not control us!
We will be victorious!
So come on!
Misty jumps down from the corner, fists raised and ready for the match and then heads for the last vacant pod.
Wolf: How rewarding was it, Lyn, to see your prize pupil capture the Defiance Championship earlier tonight? No one has been put through more hell since day one than has Misty Whitmore! And she could very well make history here tonight!
Lyn: I’m exceptionally proud to have seen her be victorious here tonight and even more so that she’s holding that same title that I did. No one has deserved it more. No one and I want to believe she still has enough gas in the tank to pull it off.
Wolf: And now we know who’s starting this match…
The arena is thrown into darkness and the crowd begin to buzz as to what is happening until a single lyric cuts through the buzz.
You better work bitch!
An explosion of purple pyrotechnics from the staging brings the arena lights back to life as "Work Bitch" by Britney Spears rips through the arena speakers and Harmony appears at the top of the staging, cocking her hip to the side before throwing a hand in the air and striding down the ramp with a smile, touching hands with fans as she makes her way towards the ring. She makes a detour around the ring to one side, giving an older couple a hug and sharing a few words before she heads towards the ring.
Wolf: Harmony’s parents flew in for tonight, and there you see her greeting them before this all important main event.
The brunette hops up onto the apron then throws herself over the top rope, landing on both feet before ascending the turnbuckle and blowing a kiss out to the fans. She throws a hand in the air again then jumps down and swings her arms back and forth, preparing herself for the match.
John: Introducing, from London, England and weighing 137 lbs, this is Harmony!
Wolf: I don’t think there’s a person in this crowd who doesn’t appreciate and respect Harmony. She flew her family here to Chicago to see her compete in the biggest match of her career. Her mother & father are looking on, hoping their daughter leaves tonight with the gold!
Lyn: I don’t think there’s any question that she could walk out of the Chamber as champion. She has a wealth of experience and I am hoping tonight is her night.
“A little wicked... That’s what he calls me... ‘Cause that’s what I am...
...That’s what I am.”
The arena is bathed in green spotlights as Christian Kincaid stops after coming through the curtain at the top of the ramp. He smiles slightly, looking back behind him as Stephanie Stefano emerges shortly after him in her ring gear with a leather jacket as she stares out at the crowd as they boo her. She continues to stand with Kincaid who takes the rolled up newspaper from her that she has in hand. Finally the two of them walk to the ring, dead set as Steph finishes up wrapping her left hand.
“No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne,
No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.
Beware the patient woman, cause this much I know,
No one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.”
John: Coming to the ring accompanied by Christian Kincaid... From Berkeley, California and weighing in at none of your business... STEPHANIE STEFANO!!
“CAUSE I AM, I AM A LITTLE WICKED! I AM, IAM...!
HANDS RED, HANDS RED JUST LIKE HE SAID!
I AM...A LITTLE WICKED.”
The wicked wrestler stands in the center of the ring, wrists crossed and head bowed as the green spotlights bathe her while CK is leaning in the corner with a smirk before her song fades out and the lighting returns to normal. Christian leaves the Chamber as the referee at the door locks it behind him.
Wolf: I think we can both agree the luck of the draw was not kind to Steph Stefano. She left the Defiance behind at the start of the show, but she hopes to cap off the night with the SVW Championship. And do these two know each other!
Lyn: Well... That sucks. First she loses the title, then she gets to face off against the woman who she took the title off of and there is... Little love lost between the two of them.
Referee Angela Rocca calls for the bell to start the match as Harmony and Steph lock eyes, with the Witch looking like she could kill her just with a look. The staredown ended abruptly as they both lunged towards one another, and began to throw rights and lefts with reckless abandon. Steph got the better of the exchange with a short knee to the ribs before she began to drive more fists into her head. She fired her into the far corner chest first before running in behind her with a running shoulder tackle to the lower back. She drove a few more shots into her back before she spun her around and sat her on the top turnbuckle. Stefano climbed up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside, and sent her flying with a fallaway slam to the canvas.
Wolf: Remember, fans. These are five minute periods. Steph’s already been through a helluva fight about three hours ago. And Harmony came in as fresh as a daisy.
Lyn: One could argue that all Steph has to do is try and survive and hope that it won’t be Misty coming out next.
As Harmony started to get up, Steph drove the flat of her foot into her lower back to put her back down. She dropped a pair of knees to follow that before she took off for the far side. Steph left her feet for a running senton, only for Harmony to roll out of the way and make her land on her back instead. The British Vixen started back to her feet with a pained expression, meeting Steph as she was starting to get up with a running kneelift into her face. It rocked Stefano backwards a couple steps before Harmony unloaded with a series of rights and lefts to go with it. She backed her into the ropes, and whipped her across to the far side this time. As Stefano rebounded, Harmony left her feet and connected with a tornado DDT. She quickly hooked the outside leg for the cover as Rocca dropped to count.
Wolf: A beautiful tornado DDT, and Harmony’s going right back to the very place Misty attacked earlier tonight!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Steph kicked out after the two as Harmony mounted her chest, unloading with a few more rights to the head before she got back to her feet. A fist drop to the face followed that as she got back to her feet, looking briefly to her parents in the front row with a smile.
Lyn: Harmony taking a moment to appreciate her parents here and that’s all well and good but don’t forget the woman at your feet will take an inch like a mile, Harm!
Harmony pulled the brunette to her feet, hooking her head under one arm before she hoisted her up into the air. She showed quite the strength as Steph hung upside down before Harmony drove her into the canvas with a stalling brainbuster. She quickly got back to her feet, and headed for the corner. Hopping up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside, Harmony measured and went for a diving elbow drop into Steph’s head. But the Witch rolled out of the way, and her elbow connected with the canvas instead. Steph sat up on her knees, holding her head for a moment as she got back up. Harmony began to do the same before Steph came up from behind her at an angle to connect with her jumping reverse bulldog. Stefano winced in pain almost as much as Harmony did before she rolled over on top of her for the cover.
Wolf: WALK OF SHAME! Steph hurt herself, but she may be about to eliminate Harmony!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Harmony kicked out just after the two as Steph got back to her feet, still holding the back of her head for a moment as she did so. As Harmony started to sit up, Steph caught her with a vicious front kick in the chest that put her back down again.
Lyn: Steph’s head has to be killing her right now but she’s not about to give up the fight... Looks like she’s dragging her to the corner...
Stefano watched as Harmony began to get up again, this time pulling her up the rest of the way and hanging her up in the corner in a tree of woe. Stefano stepped out into the Chamber itself, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her as she tried to bend Harmony backwards against the turnbuckles. The British Vixen shouted in pain as Steph propped her foot up on the ringpost, trying to get more leverage. She shouted at her to quit as Rocca dropped down to ask Harmony if she wanted to do just that.
Lyn: ...And using the turnbuckle as a tag team partner. Well, it’s legal.
Wolf: The back isn’t supposed to bend like that, and Steph is screaming at her to quit. You can see the looks of concern on Harmony’s parents as they watch their daughter being dissected!
Steph continued to pull back on her arms, as Harmony refused to quit. Stefano finally let go, realizing this wasn’t going to happen before she stepped back into the ring. A trio of well placed stomps to her ribs as she hung upside down connected before she finally unhooked Harmony’s feet to let her fall back to the canvas. She quickly stepped over her back, and sat down to apply a camel clutch. Harmony was bent backwards as Steph began to crank back on her chin as she sat on her lower back.
Wolf: A camel clutch is almost as old as the sport itself, but it also keeps the pressure on Harmony and gives Steph a chance to collect herself. Because we both know she’s not 100% either. And we’re also less than a minute away from the next entrant.
Lyn: Anything to run down the clock here. Working on Harmony’s back, Steph’s favorite target of attack and hoping for just a few moments of reprieve.
Steph’s face gritted as she used as much of her power as she could to pull back on Harmony’s head, causing the British Vixen’s face to grimace considerably. Rocca asked again if she wanted to quit, but got a negative response. Stefano tried to increase the torque before Harmony pushed Steph’s fingers into her mouth and bit into them, causing her to shout in pain before she got her hands free and broke the hold. Stefano shook her hand a moment as the camera saw little drops of blood where Harmony’s teeth broke skin on two of her fingers. She looked back in anger towards Harmony as she began to get up near the corner. Stefano charged towards her with a clothesline, but Harmony scooped her off her feet and dropped her face first across the top turnbuckle with a stun gun. Both women collapsed to the mat as the crowd was chanting louder for Harmony now. The Face of the Year rolled over, and threw an arm across Steph’s chest for the cover as Rocca dropped to count.
Lyn: That could be it! First person out! FIRST PERSON OOUUU---!!
ONE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Steph put her leg across the bottom rope, causing Rocca to stop the count and hold up two fingers. Harmony saw it herself before she started to push up to her hands and knees. She dragged Steph away towards the center before applying a body scissors with a sleeper hold.
Wolf: A fantastic idea! Harmony’s gonna put Steph out with a sleeper, I’ve seen it work before and Stefano may be seconds from ending!
Steph’s eyes began to flutter and float into her head as Harmony squeezed tighter, trying to get as much out of the hold as possible. Rocca dropped down to the mat to check her arm, lifting it up and letting it fall. It was lifted a second time before it fell again. And when it went up the third time, the arena darkened as the spotlights began to flash over the pods with a buzzer sounding.
Lyn: My ex-wife’s luck is astounding. Just ask my lawyer.
The lights flashed all around till they settled on one pod, and the referee unlocked the door to let out Emma MacNamara. The Scot grinned ear to ear as she headed for the ring after the lights came back up. Harmony still had the hold applied before Emma took off, and caught her with a shining wizard in the back of her head. The British Vixen collapsed on the canvas as Steph dropped to her side, trying to get her wits about her. Emma dropped to her knees, and began to drive relentless elbow strikes into Harmony’s head.
Wolf: Emma does not like Harmony, and she couldn’t possibly have her in a better condition to do anything she damn well pleases to her, Lyn.
Lyn: I am pretty sure the feeling is mutual and Emma looks like she’s about to walk all over her here.
Steph finally began to get her bearings, looking over her shoulder at Emma who pounded away mercilessly on Harmony. Stefano nodded her head as if in agreement before she joined her, the two now pounding on her together. Steph got back to her feet, still more than a little wobbly after suffering the effects of Harmony’s sleeper. Emma glanced up to her, pulling Harmony up and holding her arms behind her back to give Steph a free shot. And the Witch of Wall Street took it gladly as she began to paste her with rights and lefts and an uppercut to the chin that finally allowed Harmony to drop to her knees. Steph decided to return the favor as she pulled the Vixen back up, and held her arms for Emma. The former Chaos Champion grinned as she took off towards the ropes. She left her feet before Harmony broke free of Steph’s grip, causing Emma to grab Steph in her headscissors DDT and spike her into the canvas! The crowd came to its feet as Harmony gasped to get her second wind.
Wolf: PLAYING WITH SCISSORS!! That wasn’t the intended target though!
Lyn: Steph is... Out. I think that’s about it for her tonight.
Emma glanced down to Steph for a moment, only to turn back and find Harmony taking off towards her with a Lou Thesz press and unload with punches to her head. The crowd responded loudly to this as Harmony blasted away. The brunette staggered back to her feet with a severe look on her face before she headed for the corner, making her way to the top rope. Emma got back to her feet as Harmony flew with a moonsault that landed right on top of her, causing her to hook the far leg for the cover as Rocca dropped for the count!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Lyn: QUEBRADA! Man, you don’t see moonsaults that clean anymore... Well executed by Harmony there but close three count.
Emma got her shoulder up in time as Harmony rose back to her feet. The enraged Vixen grabbed both of her feet, and leaned in to apply her figure four. But as she leaned over, Steph charged towards her with a punt into the side of her head that dropped her to the canvas in a heap. Stefano dropped to her knees as well, gasping for breath The former Defiance Champion finally began to get up, grabbing Harmony’s legs and applying her reverse Boston crab. Emma began to stir next, looking around and seeing the Ratings Spike locked onto Harmony. A smile began to form on her face as she reached into her boot, and out slid a six inch nail. Emma looked at it longingly as she began to crawl towards them with it in her hand.
Lyn: ...Why in God’s name does Emma MacNamara have a rail spike!? WHO GAVE THIS WOMAN A RAIL SPIKE!?
Wolf: She’s looking at it like a long lost lover, I don’t like where this is going!
As Steph leaned into the Ratings Spike, Emma put her knees onto Harmony’s shoulders and licked the tip of the nail before asking Harmony which eye she wanted removed. Steph’s eyes widened at this as well, as Emma raised the nail over her head and began to sing the “eenie meenie miny mo” song as Harmony looked up in terror and unable to get her arms free.
Lyn: Even Steph looking at bit shocked by that one. I don’t think there’s anyone on the roster more prepared to legitimately follow through on hurting another human being than Emma. At all... And Harmony’s parents are watching...
The camera got close enough to hear the words come out of Emma’s mouth to Harmony.
Emma: You tap...or I take an eye. Pick one!
Wolf: Did you hear that?! Emma told her to quit...or she’ll take her eye out right here in front of her parents! What a sick bitch!
Lyn: I’m speechless of that one. Literally speechless.
Harmony tried to free her arms desperately as Emma raised the nail over her head with a shrug. And finally, the British Vixen tapped her hand on the canvas as the referee called it.
John: HARMONY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
Wolf: Harmony had no choice, she was pinned down and couldn’t get free! It was tap or literally lose an eye! Emma Mac is as sadistic as they come!
Steph let go of the hold, getting back to her feet as Emma seemed to think it over and decided to do it anyway as she went to drive the nail down into Harmony’s face. The referee caught the nail, and jerked it out of her hand. But with her legs free, Harmony kicked her feet up and snapped Emma forward to the canvas before she rolled on top of her and unloaded with furious right hands to her head, screaming in her face as the fans roared in approval!
Lyn: Harmony is absolutely infuriated here. Emma has not only embarrassed her in front of her parents but forced.... God, forced her parents to watch their daughter essentially being threatened into quitting.
The Chamber door opened as officials came in to pull them apart. Two of them grabbed Harmony and began to pull her to her feet as Emma also got up. The Vixen broke free and charged her with a clothesline over the top rope onto the chamber floor. Harmony dove through the ropes on top of her, unloading with more rights as the pair rolled towards the exit and down the steps to the floor with Harmony continuing to hammer Emma!
Wolf: Harmony may not leave the champion, but I don’t think she cares about that right now! They’ve literally broken out of the Chamber, and SVW’s Fan Favorite of 2015 has come unglued!
Lyn: I... Emma can’t be counted out right? I’m fairly sure she can’t but those two women are still brawling... They may be fighting even after the show is done!
Steph watched from the ring as she leaned against the corner, trying to catch her breath and pull herself together. Security came from the back next, pulling Harmony up to her feet as she struggled against them. Emma seemed a little dazed as she sat up finally holding her head. Harmony finally seemed to get control of herself as the security began to release their grip on her. And as Emma got back to her feet, Harmony took off in a sprint and speared Emma into the barricade along the ramp and through it into the fans. Several fans dove out of the way as Harmony pounded rights into Emma’s head in the eighth row ringside!
Lyn: Harmony is going to tear her apart... I never would have imagined at all that I might ever see her THIS infuriated but... And the fans are scattering.
Wolf: In front of her family, Harmony was forced to quit or lose an eye! She may not win the title tonight, but she’s gonna take Emma out anyway!
Security pulled her off again, this time trying to drag her out of the arena as she kicked to get free. Emma began to sit up again, clearly very dazed and wobbly as she started to crawl out of the ringside area back to the aisle. She glanced back over her shoulder to see a furious Harmony literally being dragged against her will. Emma headed towards the Chamber to get back inside as the spotlights began to flash again with the buzzer going off!
Wolf: I have never seen someone try to get INTO the Chamber to get away from someone, but that’s where we are! I don’t think Emma realizes how far she’s pushed Harmony, but she’s getting a damn good idea of it! She’s going back into the Chamber, and we got another one about to emerge!
Lyn: It might be at the point right now that Emma would be happy to see the back of her and the front of anyone else but Harmony! Who’s next?
Emma crawled up the steps back into the Chamber before the lights flashed back on over one pod. And the door opened as the SVW Champion stepped out into the Chamber next. The crowd got much louder. Emma rose to her feet as Kelly charged towards her, mowing her down with a flying clothesline onto the Chamber floor. Kincaid hopped back to her feet, grabbing Emma’s legs and catapulting her head first into the top turnbuckle behind her. The former Chaos Champion bounced headfirst into it as Kelly watched her till she turned back around dazed...before the champion delivered a hurricanrana into the steel floor that brought the crowd to its feet. And as the referees were about to close the door back, Harmony broke free again and charged back towards the ring!
Lyn: Kelly out like a shot ladies and gentlemen and she just spiked Emma on the head with a hurrican-- HARMONY’S BACK AGAIN!? THIS WOMAN IS LIKE THE TERMINATOR!
Security ushered back out again as Harmony went to pull the Chamber door open until they caught her, and began to cuff her this time and start to carry her towards the back.
Wolf: They are literally handcuffing Harmony and carrying her out of the United Center! I never thought I’d see it, and Emma can’t have much left after all this!
As Harmony was now taken to the back, the Chamber door was finally locked again. Kelly got back to her feet, grabbing Emma over one shoulder and dumping her over the top rope back into the ring. The SVW Champion stepped in with her as Emma was clearly in a lot of pain, and very dazed. She tried to get back to her feet, jamming a finger into Kelly’s eye to stop her progress. It worked as Emma grabbed her head, and began to drive knees into her face. It wobbled the champion backwards into the corner as Emma followed her in, climbing up onto the middle rope and driving fists into her face with a fury. She glanced up to make sure Harmony wasn’t coming back, and Kelly delivered an inverted atomic drop and a clothesline to send her down.
Wolf: Emma took her eyes off the champion for a half second, wanting to make sure Harmony wasn’t coming back again! And it cost her!
Lyn: I mean I can’t really blame her... Harmony has a look in her eye that might have seen Emma tied up in the back of her trunk, but Emma’s worry is Kelly’s opportunity!
As Emma tried to get back up again, Kelly took off past her for a facebuster into the canvas. Kincaid headed for the top rope, perching herself quickly and wasting no time at all in delivering the shooting star press!
Wolf: THE FLIGHT PATH!! Shades of her husband right there!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Emma got her shoulder up somehow in time as Kelly started back to her feet, listening to the crowd rallying behind her. Emma started back to her feet very slowly as Kelly went to grab her. But the former Chaos Champion caught her with a low blow to stop her in her tracks for a moment. Emma finally fought back to her feet, grabbing Kelly’s head...only for the blonde to shove her backwards. She caught her with a kick to the gut, and dropped the Scot with the headlock driver!
Lyn: CLIPPED WINGS! FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!!
Kelly rolled over into the cover, hooking both legs in the attempt as Rocca dropped to count.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Rocca gave the signal for another bell as Kelly got back to her feet, nodding her head as she heard the announcement.
John: EMMA MACNAMARA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
Wolf: The SVW Champion has sent Emma packing out of the Chamber, but give the assist to Harmony who speared her through the barricade. I’m not sure there was much left after that!
As Emma was helped out of the Chamber and the door closed back, Kelly looked around and turned to see Steph sitting against the corner breathing heavily. The brunette held up a time out sign with her hands as she sat across from the SVW Champion.
Lyn: And Steph finds herself standing... Well, sitting face-to-face with a very game Kelly.
Wolf: There’s no timeouts in wrestling, Steph. This is your chance to face the SVW Champion!
Steph leaned against the corner where she sat before Kelly delivered a baseball slide into her abdomen that doubled her over where she sat. Kincaid stepped out, and climbed up onto the top rope as Steph got to her hands and knees...before Kelly delivered a double stomp to her back to drive her into the mat once again. The SVW Champion headed right back out again, climbing back up and perching herself as Steph held her back in pain. And as the brunette started to stand up, Kelly came off the top with a top rope lungblower that sent Steph crashing into the canvas!
Wolf: That was the biggest lungblower I think I’ve seen, and Steph Stefano is only seconds away from being eliminated, I think, Lyn.
Lyn: No one does it bigger or better than the champion and Wolf I think you’re right. That’s all she wrote for--
Kelly dove across Steph for the cover as Rocca dropped to count it.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!
Steph got her leg under the bottom rope, moving it only a few scant inches while the rest of her body wasn’t really moving at all. Rocca held up two fingers to show Kelly and then pointing to the extended leg.
Lyn: --her? Well, that’s good ring awareness on her part but it doesn’t stop her from still having to deal with the champ.
Kelly got back to her feet as Steph dragged herself along the bottom rope towards the corner. Stefano tried to get back up as Kelly headed for the opposite corner, crouching and watching her as the Witch began to rise to her feet. And as soon as she did, Kelly charged across and seemed to be going for a Stinger splash. But Steph popped her up into the air a little higher, and Kelly crashed into one of the pods instead. Kincaid hit head first before she slumped to the steel floor as Steph was still gasping for breath as she leaned against the corner.
Wolf: Good Lord, Steph sent Kelly with all kinds of velocity right into the pod! She may have knocked her out, but Stefano’s been beaten up so much that she can’t capitalize off it.
Lyn: All she can do is sit and continue to stretch the time in her favor. She’s playing a dangerous game and Kelly will recover eventually!
Kelly lay slumped against the pod, holding her head as the arena darkened again with the spotlights flashing over the last two pods. The crowd in the United Center began to murmur before the buzzer sounded, and the next pod opened. And it just so happened to be the one Kelly was leaning against as Luther Thunder stepped out of his pod. A cheshire grin crossed his face as he looked down to Kelly in front of him.
Lyn: ...Oh............................Oh joy.
Luther shook his head as he looked down to Kelly, pulling her up by the hair before he scooped her over one shoulder and drove her face first into the chain wall. He backed up, and drove her into it again and again and again before a powerslam drove her onto the floor after that. He stepped onto her chest as he walked over her, glancing back to Steph who was in the ring and still breathing heavily. The Dutch Devil scooped Kelly back up, planting her head between his legs and powerbombing her to the floor around the ring. Kelly’s body arched up on contact as Luther stood over her with that same cheshire grin.
Wolf: Luther hasn’t forgotten who cost him the SVW Championship at Fearless, and he’s waited a long time to punish Kelly for it! He’s making full use of the Chamber in the process.
Lyn: He looked like he was considering Steph for a moment there but went back to locking on Kelly. Biggest problem needs to go first!
The SVW Champion crawled away from him towards the wall as Luther followed slowly along behind her. As Kelly used the chain wall to help her pull up, Luther grabbed two handfuls of her hair and began to grate her face against it. Kelly shouted in pain before he snapped his arms around her waist, turned and sent her with a belly to back suplex into the wall before she slumped to the floor. The big man raked his boot across her face before he began to pull her up again, asking her if taking his title was worth it. He scooped her up overhead with both hands into a military press….then walked out from under her to let her faceplant on the Chamber floor.
Wolf: Luther is dominating the SVW Champion to an amazing degree. Meanwhile, Steph’s getting plenty of recovery time, which may not be in anyone’s best interests.
Lyn: It’s going to turn from recovering to just lying in wait and... Dear God Luther is doing everything in his power to make Kelly suffer. That is a bitter, bitter man right there and vicious military press.
Luther looked to be enjoying himself as he pulled Kelly back up again, planting her head between his legs into position for another powerbomb. As he brought her up though, Kelly countered with a hurricanrana that snapped them both over the top rope back into the ring. Kelly collapsed to lean against the ropes as Luther held the top of his head. The crowd began to get louder in support of the champion as she fought to get back to her feet. The big man started to stir as well as Kelly glanced to see him. When he was up to one knee, she lunged towards him and caught him with a leg lariat that took him right back down. Kincaid dropped to her knees, trying to collect herself before she headed for the corner. Luther began to stir as Kelly wasted no time in coming off the top rope with a frog splash that landed perfectly! She quickly hooked the leg for the cover.
Wolf: FROG SPLASH, THAT COULD BE IT!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!
Luther kicked out just at the three as Kelly rolled off him, onto her hands and knees as she tried to pull herself together with the crowd chanting her name.
Lyn: The United Center, no... The WHOLE WORLD IS WATCHING! FINISH HIM OFF KELLY!!
The champion began to get back to her feet as Luther began to do the same. She darted past him in a run, rebounding off the far side into a spiked hurricanrana! She followed that with a springboard backflip into a moonsault that landed perfectly before a standing frog splash to finish it off! She lunged across him for the cover as Rocca dropped to count.
Wolf: THREE RING CIRCUS!! That’ll be all right there!!
ONE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
But Luther’s arm popped up just in time as Kelly looked up to Rocca with a dumbfounded look. She only held up two fingers to the blonde as Kelly’s face fell. She shook her head as she started to fight back to her feet with the crowd getting louder in her support.
Lyn: I... It had to have been three. It.... It was so close. SO. CLOSE.
The champion headed for the corner as Luther began to stir again. Kelly knelt to catch her breath, measuring the big man as he started to get back to his feet. And when he did, she took off towards him looking for a bulldog. But he avoided the contact as she stopped herself in a few steps, only to turn around into his superkick!
Wolf: THUNDERSTRUCK!
Kelly hit the canvas in a heap as Luther gasped for breath, glancing down at her with disdain. He seemed to be thinking about a cover but shook his head. He rose back up slowly and made a cross sign with his arms.
Lyn: He’s calling for it... That damnable crucifix powerbomb...! My neck hurts just... Remembering it.
Luther pulled Kelly back to her feet, planting her head between his legs before he hoisted her up over his shoulders into the crucifix position. The big man’s face showed nothing but disgust at the SVW Champion….and DROVE her into the canvas with the crucifix powerbomb! The big man made the cover, trying to catch his breath as Rocca dropped for the count.
Wolf: Good God, what impact!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Rocca called for a bell as Luther lay over Kelly with a grin growing on his face.
John: KELLY KINCAID HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
Lyn: Kelly’s out! We’re... We’re getting a new champ tonight! Luther is looking--
Luther rolled off the cover to his hands and knees, a big grin on his face as he looked at the crowd. That was until Steph charged out of the corner with a running punt right into his head! Stefano collapsed into the cover, grabbing both legs and a handful of tights!
Wolf: THE HEADLINE!! WAIT!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Wolf: Steph took Luther’s head off, and the big man who just eliminated the SVW Champion...JUST GOT ELIMINATED!!
John: LUTHER THUNDER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Lyn: THERE IS NO HONOR AMONG THIEVES!
Steph’s face lit up as she looked up expectantly...till seconds later when the buzzer went off. And there was only one pod left, which opened as Misty Whitmore stepped out. As soon as Steph saw her, she called an audible.
Steph: MOTHERFUCKER!
Lyn: Aannnnnnnnndddddd she’s fucked. Sorry. Sorry. Ehem... Stephanie must be having flashbacks to earlier tonight.
Wolf: Climax began with these two one on one, and it’ll end with them too! Steph and Misty one more time with the richest prize in SVW on the line!! One of them will be SVW Champion before we leave the air!
Steph began to get back to her feet as Misty stepped into the ring with the crowd LOUDLY supporting her as Kelly & Luther got out of the Chamber before the door was locked back. Steph shook her head, already talking as Misty drew closer. Whatever she was saying, Misty shook her head. Whitmore charged forward and the two picked right up where they left off as they traded haymakers one after another. Due to Steph’s abuse taken, Misty began to get the better of the exchange as she backed her up into the corner. Misty whipped her across to the far side before taking off after her, and delivering a codebreaker to the Witch of Wall Street. The Defiance Champion pounded the mat, and shouted in the crowd which responded in kind.
Lyn: In one fell swoop ladies and gentlemen, Misty Whitmore is about to do it! She’s about to finish the job here tonight! STEPH is down!
Wolf: Whitmore is electrified, and the new Defiance Champion could be just minutes away from doing what no one else has ever done!
Misty headed for the corner, climbing up to the top rope as the fans in the United Center were on their feet. Steph started to get to her feet as well as Misty came off with a missile dropkick, but the Witch of Wall Street stepped back and grabbed her feet. Misty landed on the back of her head as Steph went to apply her reverse Boston crab! But as soon as she leaned down, Misty grabbed her head and rolled her up into a small package. The fans came to their feet all over again as Rocca went to count!
Lyn: NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
NO! Steph managed to get free, breaking the cover as both women got to their feet about the same time. But before Misty could turn back towards her, Steph connected with her reverse bulldog!!
Wolf: WALK OF SHAME!! For the second time in this match! Steph’s gonna be SVW Champion!!
Stefano hooked the leg for the cover as Rocca dove into position to count the fall.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
NOPE! Misty kicked out just before the three as Steph rolled off the cover, audibly cursing like a sailor with the crowd deafening for Misty.
Lyn: She is losing her mind here ladies and gentlemen! Misty refuses to say die here tonight!
Wolf: They are standing in Chicago...and around the world! Steph’s so close to the title, she can taste it!
Stefano headed for the corner, asking Christian for the pipe. He slid it through the chain fence, and it rolled into the ring. She quickly slid into her boot before calling for the punt.
Wolf: She’s gonna punt Misty’s head across the Chamber...and it’s loaded with that pipe!
Lyn: I don’t even think we’ve got a name for that? Wall Street Headline? Whitmore c’mon, you can’t get caught by this one!
Misty began to get to her hands and knees as Steph screamed at her to get up again. As Whitmore rose, Steph charged like a freight train out of the corner and went for the punt. But Misty raised her head out of the way. Steph stopped herself and turned on a dime, only to get superkicked in the jaw! Stefano fell like a giant oak to the canvas as Misty headed for the corner, and fell down in front of it before she began to pound the mat like a drum!
Lyn: THE UNITED CENTER IS RALLYING BEHIND THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE! THE WORLD IS WATCHING! C’MON MISTY! MAKE YOUR MOMENT IN THE SUN! DO IT!
The fans began to stomp along with each pound of the mat as Steph began to get back to her feet. She glanced around and turned as Misty charged out of the corner, and connected perfectly with the mid-air knee strike to the jaw! The live crowd popped!
Wolf: PEOPLE’S DECREE!!!
Misty hooked both legs for the cover as the crowd started counting as the referee began to do so at the same time.
ONE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Rocca called for the bell as the United Center exploded!! Misty looked up in disbelief till she sat up, and the referee raised her hand in victory.
Lyn: SHE DID IT! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN SHE DID IT! THIS IS THE MOMENT WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR, THE MOMENT THAT HAS BEEN YEARS IN THE MAKING! MY GOD! MY GOD WHAT A SHOW! WHAT A PERFORMANCE! YES!
Wolf: Can you believe it?! The United Center is SHAKING! Tell’em about it, John!
John: The winner of this match….and for the first time ever….THE NEW SVW & DEFIANCE CHAMPION……….MIIIIIIIISTTTTYYYYY WHITMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOREE!!!
Wolf: Misty Whitmore has done what no one else in SVW history has ever done! She came in with no titles, but she’s leaving with two! MISTY WHITMORE HAS ARRIVED!!
Lyn: I can’t... I can’t even put it into words. I am so proud, I am so happy... I simply cannot voice it properly.
As the Chamber began to ascend back into the rafters, the referee handed Misty the SVW & Defiance Champions together. She looked at them in disbelief, tears rolling down her face as she laid them across one another and fell forward in almost a bow across them.
Wolf: X marks the spot! Misty’s captured two titles in one night, all the years….and I do mean YEARS...of trials and tribulations...heartache after heartache...have paid off finally! This really is a CLIMAX!!
Lyn: This is a welcome moment ladies and gentlemen. A moment we can take pride in, a moment we can believe in.
Fireworks began to erupt around the arena as Steph rolled out to the floor, leaning against the barricade as her manager went to check on her. She looked up at the sight before her as Misty got to her feet in the ring, raising both of her newly won titles high above her head to a roar from the crowd.
Wolf: I’ll give the devil her due, Steph stayed in this far longer than I thought she would with what all she’s gone through tonight. But on this night...the 11th of September 2016...Misty Whitmore became a big money player in SVW! And she has made history in the process!
Lyn: Stephanie’s reaction... I... Can’t read it. Either way, I completely agree Wolf. The Voice of the People stands before us all now, on top of the mountain. The very top! WHAT A PAY-PER-VIEW! WHAT A CLIMAX!
Wolf: Wherever you are, thank you for joining us on a night we’ll never forg-
Two sea eagle cries are heard before "Rise" hits the sound system. The celebration is cut short as Misty looks back towards the ramp, along with the crowd, when Mika Demidov appears at the top of the ramp with her briefcase.
Lyn: ..................................................Of course she would.
Steph screamed at Mika to do it as the “Red Star” headed towards the ring with her briefcase. She only got about halfway there before the “War Machine” emerged behind her, darting past her and standing in front of the ring and telling her to go ahead.
Wolf: Mika’s coming to cash in, but Chris Strike….he’s saying she’ll have to go through me to do it!
Lyn: Strike is not going to let Mika do it. For those who remember, Mika has had her fingers in Strike’s pie a few times during his toughest matches and there is no love lost between them after tonight.
Mika glared at him as Strike was still in his ring gear, telling her to go ahead and do it as he stood guard in front of the ring. The Red Star’s face was thunderous as she started to back up the ramp with her briefcase, clearly changing her mind as Chris rolled into the ring, soon to be joined by Cade & Apollo, Caroline Stark, the BSX, Freya Kane, Penny Buchanan, Mark Horton, Alexander Stryfe, and DOC among others as they hoisted Misty up onto their shoulders. Misty looked at her two titles with tears on her face, showing them to the crowd once more.
Lyn: If you’ll excuse me, Wolf.
Wolf: The VOICE OF THE PEOPLE….JUST BECAME THE CHAMPION OF THEM AS WELL!
A pair of headsets fell on the table as Lyn & Wolf join the celebration in the ring. The fans in the United Center chanted Misty’s name as Climax faded off the air.
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