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The SVW logo seems pretty hyped up as it bounces around the screen till “Immortals” by Fall out Boy begins to play. We are taken through the war of words surrounding the SVW Championship match between Harmony and Kelly Kincaid. Also we see the long history between Steph Stefano and Luther Thunder since last year’s Climax before flashes of this year’s Hall of Fame inductees. After that, we go live inside the arena as a capacity crowd roars while fireworks shoot from the ring posts and along the stage.
Melissa: This is Madison Square Garden! This is the heart of New York City! And most importantly, this is the biggest night of the year in SVW! Welcome to CLIMAX!
Dante: I’ve been to more than one of these as a manager, but this is the first time sitting here in the booth. I’m pumped for this thing, where every single title in SVW is on the line tonight!
Melissa: You’re not kidding! All championships will be decided, and someone is going to get Buried Alive!
The camera shows the grave set up near the stage with the tombstone marking the date of the show and two pictures with both Steph and Luther on them.
Melissa: Settle in, because we got the fullest card I think I’ve ever seen on tap tonight! Thank you for joining us, and we’re going to kick it off with a ma--
I see your red door, I want it painted black
No colors any more, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Melissa: Oh for the love of--
Dante: Clearly the match will have to wait a moment.
“Paint It Black” by the Rolling Stones begins to play as Kaylee Clarke heads out on the stage to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Dressed in a pair of jeans and one of her own t-shirts, she starts cupping her ear as though she can’t hear the boos. A microphone is offered up to her from a stagehand, which she snatches away and gives the signal to cut her music.
Melissa: You can hear all of Kaylee’s fans here tonight, can’t you? She’s not scheduled tonight, so I don’t even know what the issue for her is.
Dante: That may be the issue actually. We’ll find out, she’s not shy about sharing her displeasure with things.
Kaylee: Go ahead and keep booing, I can stand here all night long!
She looks around with one hand on her hip as the crowd only gets louder. She shakes her head as she listens to them, and finally begins.
Kaylee: Tonight is SVW’s biggest night of the year, tonight is Climax! Every title on the line, and do you know who’s not scheduled to challenge for any of them? Do you know who isn’t even on this entire damn card? Me! And do you know why that is? Because I’ve been thinking about it ever since this card was finalized. And then it dawned on me, it’s because I’ve been stuck in an endless cycle of having to face Tifa Tolson a thousand times. She’s not on the show either, so obviously she’s some kind of curse. She’s posting pictures of herself on Twitter like she’s Carmen Sandiego. Well I don’t care where in the world she is. I care where I am, here in New York City for Climax….and nothing to do!
Dante: I had a feeling that might be what was bugging her.
Kaylee: I am owed a shot at the Pride Championship. I beat her like a thousand times. I embarrassed Mallory Bennett when they brought her in for some unknown reason. Since I came back, do you know how many opponents have pinned me? Do you know how many opponents have made me tap out? NOT A DAMN ONE. But where’s my deserved shot? It’s going to Sophia Pike. Now don’t get me wrong, she earned her shot before me. So yeah, she has it tonight. Whatever. But who am I meeting tonight? Nobody. And let me tell you what that is…..bullshit!
Melissa: Is she ever happy about anything? I swear the only time I saw her smile was slapping Jake Chandler off a chair a few weeks ago.
Kaylee: I should be the mandatory challenger for whichever woman wins the Pride Championship. But I guarantee you that won’t happen. So you know what? No more Miss Nice Girl.
Dante: I missed the Miss Nice Girl time period.
Kaylee: Since just defeating every opponent they put me against in the ring doesn’t seem to be working, I’ll just start injuring people. I’ll start putting them on the shelf, and then maybe….just maybe….I’ll get what I am owed. And it doesn’t even have to be in a match, I may put someone out tonight….next week...you never know. But I’m tired of playing games getting what I deserve, and until I do….I hope the major medical is paid up. That way, some of these losers can see my experience of sitting and watching major shows rather than being on them.
She points towards the ring from the stage.
Kaylee: Because that is my house, and the owner of it is about to start using crippling force on anyone she deems unfit to be in it. News flash, that’s 90% of the locker room. Sucks to be you.
She tosses the microphone off the stage, and storms towards the back to another chorus of ire and anger from the crowd.
Melissa: Ominous words from Kaylee, who is not happy about being left off Climax and not having her Pride title shot.
Dante: I’d look over my shoulder in the back if they weren’t already.
After a quick recap of their last match, we cut back to the live show and find John Youle standing in the ring with his microphone.
John: The opening contest of Climax is scheduled for one fall.
Dante: This is a match about getting catfished by a woman. Gunnar was thrown off, I think, by Lacey in their first meeting. So let’s see if he’s learned from that.
Melissa: Boys are so easy to distract. But Gunnar’s a talented guy, so I’m positive he’ll be ready for her games this time around.
The lights start to flash around the entrance as the beat and intro to “Äppelknyckarjazz” start to play over the speakers.
(Spring!) Grannen är hack i häl, han påstår att jag stjäl från hans äppelträd
(Spring!) Jag vill ju väl men måste göra något åt vår misär
(Spring!) Far han är proletär och jobbar sent men har inte råd med käk så
(Spring!) Klart jag har mina skäl och för övrigt är ju grannen miljonär
Out from the back comes Gunnar Stahl! With a towel draped around his neck to go with his fight shorts, MMA gloves and wrestling shoes, Gunnar Stahl comes out confidently marching down from the ramp with James Collinsworth following at his side, who motions for the fans to make some noise!! Not gesturing to the fans, Stahl makes his way to the ring with purpose before getting in and taking a small skip in his step before taking a single knee down on the mat, raising his arms and embracing the crowd’s reaction!
John: Ladies and gentlemen...from Reykjavík, Greater Reykjavík, Iceland and weighing in tonight at a one hundred and seventy-five pounds...he is THE MANLIEST MAN TO EVER MAN, he is...GUNNAAAAAAAAR...STAAAAAAAAAAAHLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gunnar then goes to stand in a neutral corner, removing his towel and tossing it aside, getting water from one of the assistants outside of the ring, gulping down a bit of it before tossing it to Collinsworth before turning back to face the ring, taking a second to throw in a few shadow punches, beginning to bounce on the balls of his feet while ready for battle while James Collinsworth applauds him from the outside and shouts out words of encouragement.
Melissa: Gunnar looks like he’s determined, and focused. I doubt he’s going to fall for any more of Lacey’s tricks tonight.
Dante: I imagine he’s out to prove a point tonight, so you may be right about that, Melissa. I don’t think he was prepared for what Lacey threw at him last time.
The lights dim as the opening bars of Turn You On by Stitched Up Heart hit the speakers around the arena.
Are you awake, You're gonna have to hear the words I say
Don't you try turn away, I'm everything you ever dreamed I'd be
I'll make you wish that you never talked, Back to me
I can't wait to watch your ego bleed
Your pain will set me free
A red spotlight hits the curtain and Kyle Kilmeade walks out and proceeds to hold it open for Lacey to walk through. Stepping onto the stage in front of Kyle, Lacey wears a green and black one piece, which has a deep vee cut all the way to her navel, black fishnet tights and matching green and black boots. She runs her hands down her curves, while giving a little sway of her hips and then stands with her arms folded across her chest and her head lowers.
I'd bite I'd scratch I'd hold you down, Just to turn you on
I'd leave you waiting tied and bound, Just to turn you on
Close your eyes, And come with me tonight
I'd burn this whole room to the ground, Just to turn, just to turn you on
She snaps her head up and flings her arms out at the sides of her in one fluid motion, almost as if someone has just pulled the strings on a puppet. Keeping her gaze straight ahead she slowly smirks before lowering her arms to her sides and making her way down the ramp with Kyle walking beside her.
I'll make you beg, I'm gonna teach you things you won't forget
Don't you try turn away, I'm everything you ever dreamed I'd be
I'll make you wish that you never talked, Back to me
I can't wait to watch your ego bleed
Your pain will set me free
John: Making her way to the ring at this time….from parts unknown…..LAAAAACEEEEEY!!!
I'd bite I'd scratch I'd hold you down, Just to turn you on
I'd leave you waiting tied and bound, Just to turn you on
Close your eyes, And come with me tonight
I'd burn this whole room to the ground, Just to turn, just to turn you on
Completely ignoring the crowd at either side of the ramp, Lacey speeds up as she reaches the ring and jumps up onto the apron. Taking hold of the top rope with both hands, she slowly and seductively sways her hips and wiggles her way down and back up, almost like a serpent, before springboarding over the top rope. When she lands in the ring she immediately drops down into the splits and stays there for a moment with her arms outstretched. After getting back to her feet, she climbs up onto the top turnbuckle facing the outside. Pulling something from her top she opens her palm and blows the contents into the crowd.
I can't wait to watch your ego bleed
And all the pain you feel will set you free
If you behave this night will never end
Turn off the lights and start again
The lights shut off completely for a second at the end of the theme, when they come back on, Lacey is standing in her corner sharing some last minute words with Kyle.
Melissa: Lacey seems to believe there is no one who she can’t enchant or at least distract, especially other men. But she’s going to have to compete tonight, if she wants to impress anyone on SVW’s biggest stage.
Dante: I think tonight will be the night you see her do even more than usual, because of that fact and not in spite of it.
Referee Billy Phelps calls for the bell to start the match. Lacey stares across at Gunnar with a smile on her face as she moves towards him. Stahl remains stoic as he meets her in the center of the ring. The redhead looks up to him before letting her hand start to slide down her breast, causing him to look there before she goes to jam a thumb into his eye. But he caught her by the wrist before she could, and fired a knee into her abdomen followed by two more. Stahl hooked her head as she was doubled over, and hoisted her up high into a vertical suplex. The crowd was solidly behind him as he pulled Lacey to her feet by her arm, and fired chops across her chest with the other. A quick whip into the corner caused her to stop herself before she turned around into a corner clothesline followed by a back body drop to the canvas.
Melissa: Looks like Gunnar’s got his mind on the match tonight, and he’s not going for any of Lacey’s games at all! As a matter of fact, he’s taking her to school.
Dante: He remembers how he got snookered in their last match, and that may be what is keeping his mind on what he’s supposed to do.
When Lacey started to sit up on the canvas, Stahl hit the far side ropes and retaliated with a seated dropkick into her chest to put her back down. He quickly grabbed her feet under both arms, and fell backwards with a catapult that sent the redhead into the corner. He quickly rolled through to his feet as Lacey managed to avoid the contact by grabbing on the ropes like a cat. But it didn’t help her very well when Gunnar snatched her around the waist, and sent her flying with a release German suplex.
Melissa: Lacey has tremendous agility, did you see how she landed on those ropes with Gunnar used that catapult?
Dante: Yeah, like a cat. And if we’re going with that analogy, she just lost one of her lives off that German suplex.
Before the redhead could fully get to her feet again, Gunnar snatched her head under one arm and held her up overhead in a stalling brainbuster. He kept her there for quite some time before he finally brought her down to the canvas with great impact! Stahl reached for the outside leg into a cover as Phelps dropped to count.
Dante: That’s definitely STAHLING TIME, and Lacey may be out of it after that!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
TH-NOPE!!!
Lacey kicked out after the two. Stahl got to his feet and glanced over to his manager, who was giving him plenty of encouragement. As he turned back to grab Lacey, she rolled out to the floor, where she was joined by her manager who shared some words in her ear.
Melissa: That may be the smartest thing Lacey has done in this match. She took a powder, and now she’s getting some immoral support from Kilmeade. I’m not sure Gunnar’s gonna wait long though.
Melissa was right as Gunnar rolled out around the corner, and started out after her. Lacey bolted around the ring, and rolled back in under the bottom rope. Stahl hopped up onto the apron, and was about to go in when Kyle caught his attention by grabbing his foot. He easily shook the manager off, and stepped back through the ropes, only for Lacey to kick the middle rope up between his legs as he did so. She did it a second time for good measure before he fell through to his knees on the canvas. Kyle dusted off his suit on the outside as Collinsworth started heading towards him, to which he went the opposite direction.
Melissa: Did Kyle actually think he was going to hold Gunnar’s leg and keep him from getting back into the ring?
Dante: As a former manager, I can tell you he didn’t think that. That was purely to give Lacey a chance to do what she just did.
Lacey caught Gunnar with a knee trembler to the side of his head as he sat up on his knees, a scowl on her face as she raked his eyes across her boot to keep him down. When he tried to get up again, she delivered a springboard guillotine leg drop across the back of his head to drive it back to the canvas. The redhead quickly applied a straitjacket rear chinlock, and pressed her knee into his back at the same time. Gunnar’s face was a mask of pain as Kyle urged her to choke him out.
Melissa: Gunnar’s getting his wind supply cut off at the same time as Lacey’s boring a hole into his back with her knee.
Dante: This is also giving her a chance to collect her marbles, maybe switch to plan B since the original plan clearly wasn’t going to work a second time.
Collinsworth, Gunnar’s manager, tried to shout some advice to his client as Gunnar was trying to breathe. He tried to tell him how close to the ropes they were, but Gunnar didn’t seem to catch it at first. He finally did though, and put his leg under the bottom rope. Phelps gave Lacey a four count before she let go of the hold. Stahl leaned forward trying to catch his breath before Lacey connected with a stiff front kick into his spine. It froze him in place for a moment before she moved around in front of him, and measured a shining wizard into the back of his head that put him flat on the mat.
Dante: Even though guys like Kilmeade can give them a bad name, things like that are what make managers invaluable resources for clients at ringside.
Melissa: No doubt. I’m not sure Gunnar realized how close he was right there, but James Collinsworth made sure he knew. Not that it resulted in a better circumstance for him.
When Stahl began to try to get to his feet, the redhead took off for the far side as Lacey connected with a big boot right to his head that dropped him like a rock. She quickly made the cover, pinning his shoulders with her knees as she extended her arms as if to bask in adulation. Phelps immediately dropped into position to make the count.
Melissa: Would you look at this cover?! There’s no way--
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THRE-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Stahl kicked his legs up around her arms, and rolled her up for a cover of his own. Phelps rolled around the other direction to make the count.
Dante: A little too much bravado, and Stahl’s got her pinned now!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THRE-NOOOOO!!!
Lacey kicked out before the three came down, causing Stahl to get back to his feet. Lacey was barely to her hands and knees before Gunnar delivered a gutbuster that folded her up on the mat.
Melissa: Lacey nearly lost it all right there, and Gunnar’s found his second wind now! Big time gutbuster on SVW’s answer to Poison Ivy!
Collinsworth told him to finish her off as Gunnar jerked Lacey to her feet. He fired her across to the far corner, where she crashed back. He darted straight towards her looking for jumping knee strike until Kilmeade pulled Lacey by the arm out of the corner. Stahl’s knee hit the top turnbuckle instead, while Phelps read Kyle the riot act on the apron and threatened to throw him out of the arena. Collinsworth headed for them as well, having had enough of Kyle. Lacey reached for something in her top, as Gunnar turned around before she threw a red powder into his face.
Melissa: She threw something in his face! Phelps is yelling at Kilmeade, and Collinsworth is trying to get him off the apron! I don’t think the referee saw any of that!
As Gunnar staggered blindly out of the corner, Lacey gave him a kiss and delivered her swinging reverse STO and planted him on the mat face down. She quickly covered him as Phelps finally got Kyle off the apron, and dove to make the count.
Dante: That’s the THROE OF PASSION!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Phelps called for the bell to raucous boos as Lacey got back to her feet. She shook her hair out, and licked her lips as she got her hand raised. Kyle joined her to raise the other.
Melissa: What a load of horseshit!
John: Here is your winner……………..LACEY!!!
Kyle gave her a round of heavy applause as Lacey beamed ear to ear. She shot him a devilish smile before he held the ropes open for her to exit the ring.
Melissa: You can’t tell me Gunnar Stahl didn’t have Lacey dead to rights! But with the help of her manager and whatever that red stuff is she threw in his face, Lacey picks up an undeserved victory at Climax.
Dante: Somehow I don’t think she cares how she wins them as long as she wins them. Kilmeade certainly doesn’t.
As the pair head up the ramp with Lacey looking as proud as she can, the show heads elsewhere.
John: The following contest is a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH!!!
Mel: Neither women got anything done in their last match, and now it's time to settle this once and for all, with possible implications for them in the Chaos division!
The lights go out completely as the opening guitar riff of ‘Is this the way you get to hell by Stitched up heart’ starts to play. A red spotlight hits highlighting a handbasket sitting on the otherwise empty stage.
Is this the way you get to hell?
Is this the way you get to hell in a handbasket?
You will tear me apart.
You will tear apart my mind, My simple mind.
It's just cause you hurt so bad,
That you end up blind, You end up blind.
Is this the way you… Is this the way you...
Is this the way you…
A second spotlight hits at the entrance to see Raven Knight standing with her arms raised above her head making the bottom of her top raise enough to show part of her taut abdomen. Just behind her Andrew Marx steps out and Raven pulls him towards her for a kiss as boos erupt from the crowd.
Dripping from bloody fingers,
Running from the palms of my hands.
Dripping from bloody fingers,
I didn’t even have a chance.
Dripping from bloody fingers,
Running from the palms of my hands.
JOHN: Introducing at this time...from Providence, Rhode Island,--weighing in at one-hundred twenty pounds, and accompanied to the ring by Andrew Marx, she is the “The Dark Raven:” RAVEN KNIIIIGHT!
I will tear you apart.
I will tear apart your mind, Your simple mind.
It's just cause I hurt so bad,
That I end up blind, I end up with a simple mind.
Is this the way you… Is this the way you...
Is this the way you…
Raven walks out onto the stage and approaches the handbasket with a smirk on her face, suddenly she kicks out sending the basket toppling down the ramp and scattering black rose petals in it’s wake and down the ramp.
Dripping from bloody fingers,
Running from the palms of my hands.
Dripping from bloody fingers,
I didn’t even have a chance.
Dripping from bloody fingers,
Running from the palms of my hands.
Raven walks down the ramp towards the ring with Andy walking just behind her, with her arms raised either side of her and her middle fingers extended towards the crowd. She speeds up as she nears the ring and jumps up onto the apron, sliding under the bottom rope and jumping to her feet in a quick fluid sequence. She raises her middle fingers to the crowd again before going back to her corner and pulling Andy in for another kiss, gathering even more animosity from the crowd.
Mel: And of course Andrew Marx is here. Since this match has no rules or boundaries, we can be absolutely sure he'll play a role tonight. All left to ask is, what role that'll be.
Dante: Andrew has always been a nuisance, be it here in the commentary table or helping his girlfriends. An absolutely despicable presence. Fitting that Raven Knight would appreciate having his company in a match with such a dangerous opponent.
“Through Rain and Snow” bursts through the speakers, stretching among the arena. The orchestral dubstep hybrid preludes the emergence of the scornful and vengeful former Coyote, Li Chen. The crowd awaits the beat of her theme to intensify. She stands there on the stage, her eyes wide with unbridled anger. The crowd cannot help but feel their bloodlust grow as she brandishes her kendo sword. She places it on the crook of her neck, gazing out to the crowd without much care. She then starts her way down to the ring; her unsettling face paint the focal point of the camera.
She bears her teeth as she makes her way down the apron, stretching out her arm. Furthermore, she jolts out the sword, holding it high into the air. She points to the ring, promising suffering to follow her. She stands on the apron, mentally prepping herself for what she wishes to do. Now, the camera catches a glimpse of her sword in full view, swinging around her. The angle rests below her to give her the foreboding presence that she so carries.
John: And her opponent, from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada…weighing in at 124 pounds…this is LIIIIIIII CHEEEEEEN!
Li Chen walks up the stairs, dragging the kendo sword as if to sharpen it on the steps. She enters the ring before getting on the nearest turnbuckle. She stands there, shouting out her hate to the crowd. When she drops down, she stalks over to her corner. While there, she stretches more and tests out her swing. Resting in a crouched position, poised to strike, Li Chen finds herself ready for violence.
Mel: Dangerous is an understatement: Li Chen's always ready to amp up the violence to 11. A far cry from when we first met her as Coyote the 6th. And that pet kendo stick of hers... Tonight, it's getting some use.
Dante: Much like Andrew jumping into this match, that's a matter of when, and not if! And when we mention implications in the Chaos division... Well, Li Chen is one of the most violent women of SVW that's not, well, batshit crazy. this match could get ugly really fast.
The bells ring and the two wrestlers keep staring into one another, but they don't wait too much for a chance to go to war, as Raven grabs the back of Li Chen's head and strikes her with a forearm smash. Li Chen answers with an uppercut, and that's answered by Raven's hook; that's retaliated by Li Chen headbutting Raven's chest; Knight then answerrs with a big boot to Li Chen's stomach, forcing her to bow. With the momentum on her side, Raven takes off toward the ropes, builds up some speed and comes back... only for Li Chen return Raven's big boot, except this one was aimed at her face. Raven staggers about for a shot while, and now it's Li Chen who takes off to the ropes. She picks up on speed and comes back... Only for Raven to leap and surprise her with a nice dropkick, right to Li Chen's head. She's thrown off balance as she collapses to the ropes to her side, giving Raven the time to get back to her feet and grab Li by her arm, whipping her... Or so was the plan, as but Li Chen plants her feet down and yanks Knight's arm towards her, smacking her with a short-arm clothesline, finally knocking Raven down.
Mel: A very back and forth beginning. They're still waiting for a chance to get down and dirty, but for now, they're working on techniques.
Dante: Still, the hits are coming in hard. Li with the tempoary advantage with the clothesline bringing Raven down to the mat.
Raven in in a haste to get up, but before she establishes her base, Li Chen grabs her by the head and makes a beeline to the corner, smashing her head into the top turnbuckle with some extra malice. With the bump, Raven sits on the corner, feeling her head pounding. Li Chen then wraps both hands around Knight's neck and starts choking her into the corner. Since this match has no disqualifications, the referee can't do anything other than try to politely dissuade Li Chen from choking Raven out. Raven struggles and starts to get pale, and only when Li Chen is bored of choking her out and walks away, Knight start coughing and gasping for air, quickly recovering... in time to notice Li opening the distance between them and coming back for her! Li comes for a body splash, but Raven rolls towards the center of the ring and YOINK! With a drop toe hold, Li Chen is sent face first into the second turnbuckle!
Mel: Ouch! Drop toe hold straight into the turnbuckle! Whip out your cellphone, Andy, and schedule your girlfriend an appointment at the dentist!
Raven gets up and takes advantage of Li Chen kneeling on the corner by kicking the back of her head into the turnbuckle once more. Li's head rebounds from the corner and she collapses backwards, pretty much in the center of the ring. She struggles to get back up, rolling over, then bringing herself to her fours. Once she's on her knees, Raven takes off for the ropes, and then strikes a low angle lariat to her chest. Using her hand to support herself, Li Chen doesn't collapse right away, and Raven spinds on her heels and runs the ropes once more. This time though, Li Chen finds her second wind as she pops up back to her feet and gives chase to the opponent. The result: just as Raven bounces on the ropes to come back at Li Chen, the Asian wrestler smacks her with a forearm to the face, making her tumble over the top rope and crash on the apron, and then to ringside. Li Chen immediately collapses to her knees, breathing in to get her consciousness back, before rolling out of the ring to chase Raven.
Dante: Sudden surge of energy by Li Chen and Raven is out of the ring! Now we get to see how far these ladies are willing to go to make a point!
Mel: And this is where things get dangerous. Raven has Marx, but Li Chen has this ugly, savage, feral streak to herself, and now everything starts to come into play.
Raven leans onto the steel steps next to the ring, helping herself up, with Li Chen right behind her. When Raven turns around, she notices Li Chen coming and reacts, throwing a big boot to her stomach, stopping her in her tracks. Raven then grabs the neck line of Li's attire and pulls her onto the steel steps, and the Asian wrestler tumbles over the metal. As Li Chen is in a bad way, sprawled out on the pads, Raven checks under the ring's skirt, looking for something to play with. And from under the ring she produces... a ladder, that she just leaves there leaning on the ring apron, and then a sturdy chain that she wraps around her arm.
Mel: Look at the thickness of that chain! How do you think she wants to use it, Dante?!
Dante: Could be a lot of things, all of them bad. And with that thickness, it's not going to feel like mosquito bites. More like one stage below gunshot.
Raven then looks at Li Chen, who's getting up to her feet, and takes off, swinging her arm at her with a chain-loaded lariat... NO! Li Chen ducks and grabs her by the waist, throwing her in the air and then sending her chest first into a free fall onto the barricade! Raven is shot back to the ringside pads, and Li Chen grabs the chain wrapped around her arm, yanking it away from her, proceeding to mount on top of her and wrapping the chain around her neck, yanking it backwards and choking the opponent at ringside, yelling "HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, HUH???" as Raven struggles madly against the hold. And again the referee is seen just politely trying to dissuade the Asian wrestler to stop, completely powerless. It's only when she's sick of it that she stops choking Raven out, and Li Chen finally gets up, leaving Knight coughing and gasping while she makes a beeline to the ring, browsing under the skirt. From there, she gets a black bag. And then she dumps the contents of the bag around Raven. And it's...
Mel: OH MY GOD! T-THUMBTACKS! DANTE, SHE HAS THUMBTACKS!!!
Dante: Yup, Li Chen is out for blood here tonight. What else is new though?
With the crowd in shock over the tacks scattered at ringside, Li Chen grabs Raven by the hair and starts dragging her opponent over those. Marx can be heard protesting and threatening to jump in, but Li warns he'd be none the wiser to try. Raven can be heard screaming as the tacks latch to her skin and scratch her, and it's not long before there's a small trail of blood as she's dragged around, most of it coming from her arms, before Li dumps Raven back into the ring, following her inside shortly thereafter. While Raven plucks out the tacks latched to her skin, Li makes her way to the ladder Raven had left leaning on the apron, dragging it into the ring and leaning it on the corner across from Knight. Then, retrieving her kendo stick she'd left right there since the beginning of the match, Li Chen makes her way to Raven, smacking her around a bit with that stick just to soften her up (and make her scream more), and then lifts her up to her feet and drags her across the ring to where the ladder's leaned. She then grabs Raven by the bar of her lower attire and tries to lift her into a vertical suplex aimed at the ladder... Raven shifts her gravity center and avoids being pulled upwards... Li Chen goes for it again and again she fails as Raven stands her ground... And then Raven does the unexpected as she picks Li Chen up and spinebusters her int othe ladder! The ladder doesn't bend nor break, but the damage is definitely done! Eventually, the ladder collapses, and Li Chen on top of it, and that's when Raven covers her for the first cover of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Li Chen rolls away from the ladder!
Raven growls as she rolls out of the ring and, walking around the thumbtacks, retrieves the steel chain left there. With carefully calculated steps, Knight gets safely to the other side of the ring, rolling into the square right afterwrds. Yanking the ends of the chain to make the menacing noise of the links clanging into one another, Raven proceeds to use the chain as a whip, smacking it into Li Chen's body relentlessly one, two, three, four, several times before she picks the opponent up from the fallen ladder and lifts her up to her feet. But before she can do anything...
Dante: ASIAN MIST! Right to the eyes!!!
Mel: We haven't seen Li Chen pull that of in a while! Raven's timeout outside the ring was enough time for Li to set that up, and now Raven doesn't know where she is!
Knight is blinded by the mist, struggling blindly (pun not intended... kinda sorta okay you got me there) to get her bearings back, and that's the chance Li Chen has to put her out for good: she grabs the ladder, adjusts her grip and then just smacks Raven up the head WIH THE LADDER! Raven collapses like a log, and after dismissing the ladder, Li goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO-- Raven SINKS HER TEETH INTO LI CHEN'S ARM!
Mel: DID RAVEN JUST BITE LI CHEN TO ESCAPE THE COVER?!
Dante: Looks like Li isn't the only feral one here.
Li immediately breaks the count clutching at her arm, giving Raven time to tattle her surroundings for Li's stick. After using the ropes as leverage to get up, she proceeds to properly clean her sight from the mist spray; but that's more than enough time for Li Chen to notice what's going on. Stealing the stick back from Raven with a boot to the stomach to push her back, Li then cracks the stick into Knight's forehead, and the Raven collapses to her knees, which is when Li Chen superkicks the taste out of her mouth-- NO! Raven ducks and gets up behind Li! The Asian wrestler turns around, and Raven smacks her right in the face with a haymaker! Li chen collapses backwards like a log, and that's when she looks around, finding Andy Marx there... to whom she smiles and nods. And he... smirks and nods back. Reaching in the back pocket of his jeans, Marx produces... handcuffs.
Dante: And there it is, the fucking trashbag is in the game. Handcuffs, and God knows where this leads to.
Offering the handcuffs to Raven, Marx watches as his girlfriend leaves the ring and pulls Li Chen's arms out of the square, using the handcuffs on her to tie her hands around the ring post! With Li Chen properly pinned, Raven gets back in the ring and grabs the kendo stick, grinning ear to ear before she starts smacking the stick across Li Chen's back over and over and over and OVER AGAIN, untl the stick breaks in half and there's nothing left of it to use. Li is already wide awake and burning with pain, but that's not enough as Knight now grabs the chain and starts whipping Li Chen's back over and over AND OVER AGAIN with the damn thing, to the point Li Chen's squirming so mad she manages to BREAK the cuffs! Still, the damage is done, and Raven presses Li's shoulders into the mat for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE-- NOOOOO!!! Li kicks out!
Raven doesn't want to believe that didn't work, immediately making her way to the referee and insisting it was a three-count. She keeps arguing madly with the referee and becomes oblivious that Li is getting up, growling and gritting her teeth. It takes the Asian wrestler to flip Raven around and then kick her on the stomach to fold her... And then in a lightning fast sequence of events, Li spikes Raven's head into the mat with a spiked DDT that she connects with a guillotine choke!
Mel: SPIKE DDT... GUILLOTINE CHOKE! THIS MAY BE IT! RAVEN KNIGHT MAY HAVE TO TAP OUT IN A HARDCORE MATCH
Li latches on to Knight's neck as hard as she can, and it doesn't seem like she has anywhere to go, as they're smackdab in the center of the ring! She looks around in her attempt to flee from the ring, but Li Chen has right where she wants her! Seeing no way to get out of this hold, Raven...
...
... watches as Andrew hops into the ring and HURLS the ladder into Li Chen's head, knocking the Canadian wrestler out cold!
Mel: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!
Dante: Okay, that was pretty damn messed up! What the HECK?!
With Li out, Raven, still gasping, throws herself on top of her, and the referee begrudgingly makes the count!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Andy immediately pushes the referee away and picks Raven up on his lap as she gasps for air, but is smirking devilishly in her victory. Dismissing the ref's acknowledgment, Marx escorts Raven out of the ring, while Li is out cold in the center of the ring!
John: The winner of this match... RAVEN KNIGHT!!!
Mel: With the assist of Andrew Marx, put that asterisk right there! A BRUTAL way to break the guillotine choke, with the ladder spered into Li's head, and this could very well mean a concussion or something! Let's hope it's not!
Dante: Every definition of shamelessness has been updated after this one! And Raven Knight takes this brutal, hellacious match home. And I'm sure Li won't be too happy when she wakes up and learns what actually took her out.
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A Pair In The Hall
The show cuts down to the booth, where we find Melissa and Dante sitting with their headsets on. Melissa greets the viewers.
Melissa: Throughout the night, we’re going to be showing you the induction speeches from this year’s SVW Hall of Fame class. These were recorded before we went on the air tonight in front of this capacity crowd here in the Garden.
Dante: You’ll hear from them all, but up first, let’s show you the Scarborough Fair’s thoughts as they take their rightful place in the SVW Hall of Fame.
We jump back to the Hall of Fame ceremony, this time with the Scarborough Fair standing together in front of the crowd, standing on the carpet of crushed red velvet with the podium right in the center. Raquel Fair is dressed in a slimming dress of hot pink that shimmers as she walks. She’s got on a pair of sunflower yellow flats that goes in opposite of what her tag partner Mickey Scarborough has got on. Mickey’s own outfit is an over the shoulder dress of sunflower yellow with slinky heels in hot pink. Matching much? They either planned this or traded shoes but regardless the two stand together in front of the podium in front of the welcoming crowd. Raquel leans forward to speak first.
Raquel: Me and Mickey met at Noah’s Bagel in Berke-- No. That doesn’t sound right. We dreamed that we were going to--No, no, no that sounds like the most tackiest thing ever. When God hands you lemons you find a new God. Godberry! King of the Juice! Mickey you got anything for this speech?
Mickey is furiously rummaging through a number of note cards, quicker than any human can obviously read them.
Mickey: Let’s see uh... ‘Joke about match placements’, ‘Joke about L&A finally winning one when everything is sorted for them’. Uh... ‘Sight gag with Steph and a bucket of water’ ...Nope. Nope. I’ve got like... Nothing. Oh. Actually I’d do have something.
Raquel: Well make it snappy Scarborough, Stryfe doesn’t pay us to hog up airtime.
Mickey: Ehem. EH-HEH-HEHEM. EEEEHHH-HHEHEHEHEHEHEH-HEM!
Raquel reaches under the podium top to pull out a glass of water to which the brunette toasts Raquel, takes a drink... Takes a longer drink... Takes a drink longer than that... And longer than that... And drains the glass.
Mickey: Okay then! Frog-suits. Basic bitches. Lend me your ear--buds. Me and Raquel never expected to be as big, as important as we seemed to become. Even when you guys booed us and couldn’t stand watching us cheat and cause havoc, you still wanted to see more of us. You still wanted to watch more of us. Then... Well we were still cheating, and still causing havoc... But we did it to people you didn’t like and you cheered anyway. El-oh-el wrestling am I right? Point I’m trying to make is we blew up. We blew up and we became one of those tag teams that everyone knows is one of the best. We may never be in the conversation for THE best... But we’ll always be included in conversations for ‘one of’ and that’s... That’s okay by me and ‘Quels. Of course we’d like to thank every tag team we’ve ever faced. The Queens. The Haroshis, Cade & Apollo, BSX, The original Dogs of War, Sensitivity Training...
Raquel: Stark & Stone.
Mickey: Vivid Colors. We’ve fought a lot of tag teams... And while I’ve been thinking more and more about a singles career...
Raquel seems to fight off a grimace.
Mickey: There is nothing I love more, no one I love working with more than this woman right here. Honestly if I never do anything but be a tag wrestler with this twinkletwat right here for the rest of my career, it’ll be a good end. The best end.
Fair looks as though she might cry... Or hurl. Either way, Raquel gives her a nudge in the arm and murmurs something that isn’t picked up by the microphone.
Raquel: Don’t get sappy on me Scarborough, I’m not making your ‘boyfran’ share you. Really though we just wanna thank every team we’ve ever faced, good and bad because you’ve made us that much better. We wanna thank Christian for managing us and giving us and giving us the original idea behind being the Ladder Lolitas you’ve watched in the ring... And twinkletits because there is no ‘The Scarborough Fair’ without our bazooka chested, pipe and briefcase wielding, glorious leader acting like a nut. I don’t have much to add, I mean Mickey like, said pretty much all of it. So uh... To top it all off, thank you. Thank you for watching, thank you for supporting, thank you SVW for this like, totes awesome honor of making us one of the tag teams to go into the Hall of Fame. I dunno what the future holds next but me and Mickey can guarantee you, there will be ladders. So come if you dare...
Mickey: Step to The HALL OF FAME WINNING... Scarborough Fair.
Mickey & Raquel: Thank you.
The two girls hug tightly, affectionately as they get a pleasant ovation from the crowd around the ring. As the clip fades, we head back to the live show.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
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: 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.
Dante: The last time these two met, Angel pulled out the piano wire when she couldn’t get Scarlett to stay down for the three count, getting herself disqualified.
Melissa: Let’s hope she doesn’t get frustrated enough for a repeat of that here tonight. I’m sure getting choked out with piano wire once is enough for anyone.
The lights go out, leaving the crowd in silence for a moment before “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 and are replaced only by a bright white spotlight shining down onto the middle of the entrance ramp like a golden sunbeam slicing down from the heavens and illuminating where Scarlett Kincaid, head bowed. As the first verse is sung, She stands there, breathing deeply and composing herself for a long couple of seconds before she starts to head toward the ring. On her way down the entrance ramp she high fives as many of the fans on both sides of the entrance ramp as she possibly can on her way to the ring.
As she gets to the ring she climbs onto the apron and stands in the middle of the ropes, leaning backwards over the top rope as she pumps her fist. The red haired wrestler pauses for a couple of seconds to take a deep breath before she turns to face the ring, grabbing hold of the top rope and then catapults herself into the ring. Landing on her feet she charges to the opposite corner she leaps to the top, holding her arm aloft to a loud ovation from the crowd. Finally she turns and drops to sit on the top turnbuckle, looking into the ring, nodding her head along to the song as it draws to a close and the lights return to normal she drops down onto her feet in the corner, kissing two of her fingertips she presses the kiss against two small sets of initials - EK & EGD - embroidered on her ring gear at her hip.
John: Standing 5’6” tall, weighing in at 128lbs and hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Please welcome, accompanied to the ring…. SCARLETT KINCAID!!!
Dante: Scarlett obviously wasn’t happy with the result at the end of her last bout with Angel and will be looking for the win tonight, without being choked out to get it.
Melissa: You just know her head is going to be on a swivel looking out for that, or any other tricks Angel might have up her sleeve.
With the live Madison Square Garden crowd still on their feet, John leaves the ring and referee Mickey McGuire calls for the bell to get the match underway. Scarlett makes her way straight to the centre of ring, but Angel remains where she is in her corner, with a smirk on her face. Scarlett holds her position in the centre of the ring, and Angel continues to lean against the turnbuckle in her corner. She invites Scarlett to come over with a wave of her hand, but Kincaid gives her a roll of the eyes and tells her she’s not falling for it. Realising she is not going to come to her, Angel shrugs her shoulders and strolls casually out of the corner towards Scarlett who stances herself ready.
Dante: Angel is very obviously taunting Scarlett, trying to lure her into what was sure to be a trap.
Melissa: Scarlett wasn’t about to fall for that though, and judging by Angel’s nonchalant attitude, she wasn’t really expecting her to either.
Before Angel actually reaches her in the centre, Scarlett takes off towards her but before she can connect with her clothesline, Angel ducks under her arm and pops up behind her. Scarlett spins on a dime only to be met with a big boot to the face from the waiting Angel. Scarlett staggers backwards but manages to stay upright. At least until Angel clocks her with a roundhouse kick to the jaw that drops her down to her knees. Angel steps up onto the second rope to deliver an Enziguri but Scarlett drops down and rolls to the side out of the way of it, causing Angel to crash awkwardly to the canvas. As Scarlett quickly gets to her feet, Angel rolls onto her back. Before she can push herself up further, Scarlett steps between her legs, grabs both and them and twists them into position, then turns Angel over to fully lock in a sharpshooter. Angel yells out in a mixture of annoyance and pain, as Scarlett leans back to apply more pressure.
Melissa: It looked like Angel was going to take early control here by introducing Scarlett to her boots, but a missed Enziguri and it’s flipped completely into Scarlett’s favour.
Dante: Scarlett has that sharpshooter locked in tight, but the position isn’t great. They’re quite close to the ropes so I can’t see Angel letting herself stay in that position for very long.
McGuire drops down to ask Angel if she wants to give in, and she receives with a roll of her eyes and a no, as if he’s asked the most stupid question ever, which earns the blonde a massive amount of disdain from the New York crowd. She ignores them completely as she reaches out towards the bottom rope. She misses it by a fraction of an inch on her first attempt and Scarlett adjusts herself to pull them further away from the ropes, before leaning back again and managing to get a shout of pain from Angel. Angel digs her hands into the canvas and pulls herself and Scarlett closer towards the ropes before trying to stretch out her hand again. This time her fingers brush against it, and she quickly grabs hold of it prompting McGuire to call for the break. Scarlett releases her hold almost immediately and gets back to her feet.
Dante: Just as I thought. Angel knew her positioning and straight away went for the bottom rope to break that hold.
Melissa: Scarlett tried to move her away from them, but it wasn’t quite far enough away. Angel used her strength to pull herself and Scarlett over to get that break.
As Scarlett backs off a little at the request of the referee to allow Angel to gather herself, the blonde gets up to her feet in flash and springboards off the ropes to deliver a dropkick straight into Kincaid’s back. As the Cajun staggers forwards, Angel spins her around to clock her with an uppercut to the jaw which lifts her off her feet slightly with the impact. Before Scarlett can right herself, Angel grabs hold of her head and pulls her forwards to deliver a pair of knees into her face, before planting her on the canvas with a DDT. Angel floats over for the cover as McGuire drops down into position to count.
Dante: WHOA! Angel came out of nowhere with that springboard dropkick. Scarlett and everyone else here thought she was going to take a moment to gather herself following that sharpshooter, but instead she went straight on the attack and now she has the first cover of this match.
ONE!!!
TW-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Scarlett rolls her shoulder off the canvas before the two and tries to roll out of the way, but Angel mounts her chest and starts to unload a flurry of right hands into the side of her head.
Melissa: Scarlett was caught off guard with Angel’s surprise attack, but enough to keep her down for the three count.
McGuire calls for a break and when Angel ignores him, he starts a five count. He only gets as far as three before Scarlett shoves Angel off of her, forcing the break herself. She rolls out of the way and both women get back to their feet at roughly the same time. Scarlett looking annoyed, while Angel has a smirk on her face. Scarlett shakes herself off, and Angel strikes quickly again clocking the Cajun with a right hand to the jaw that sends her head whipping to the side. Scarlett rubs her jaw and just as she drops her hand, Angel catches her with another roundhouse kick that sends her staggering backwards this time. As the Cajun tries to regain her balance, Angel grabs her by the hair and pulls her down to smash her face off her knee. Scarlett bounces off Angel’s knee and lands on the canvas.
Dante: Angel is not letting up on Scarlett’s face and head and with the impact of that facebreaker I wouldn’t be surprise if Angel has an imprint of Kincaid’s face left on her knee now.
Melissa: You can see it’s starting to take it’s toll, that many shots to the head and face is going to leave anyone disorientated.
Angel takes off towards the ropes as Scarlett rubs her face and starts to pull herself up to a seated position. The blonde bounces off the second rope to land a lionsault across the Cajun’s chest, flattening her back to the canvas. Angel stays in position for the cover and hooks Scarlett’s leg for good measure as McGuire quickly slides back into position to count.
Dante: A picture perfect Lionsault from Angel and she’s going for another cover.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-NO!!!
Scarlett kicks out again before the three and this time shoves Angel far enough away from her to allow her to roll out of the way.
Melissa: Scarlett may be disorientated but that isn’t going to stop her from kicking out as she has just shown. You cannot fault her heart and determination.
Looking frustrated, Angel gets back to her feet and makes her way over to Scarlett. Making quick work of the distance between them, Angel reaches Scarlett and pulls her up to her feet. Gripping her by the wrist she goes to whip her across to the ropes, but Scarlett plants her feet stopping herself from moving and instead pulls Angel into a short-arm clothesline which sends her down to the canvas. Keeping hold of the blonde’s arm, Scarlett pulls her back up again and into a second. Again she repeats the processing, pulling her up into a third… and fourth.. And fifth before finally releasing her arm and letting her land in a heap on the canvas, which brings a massive pop from the live crowd.
Dante: Scarlett has managed to dig deep and get control back, much to the delight of this live capacity crowd.
Melissa: As we’ve seen so far in this match, she’s been able to take control from Angel before, it’s keeping it that is the important thing now.
Angel rolls onto her front and pushes herself up to her knees, only to be sent crashing straight back down again with a shining wizard from the Cajun. She doesn’t stay down for long though, as Scarlett pulls her back to her feet and tosses her into the corner. Angel hits the turnbuckle back first with a thud, bringing another cheer from the MSG crowd… but not as big as the cheer they give when Scarlett flips her back out of the corner and to the canvas with a hurricanrana. With Angel down, Scarlett takes off towards the ropes and climbs up to the top. Scarlett measures up, before leaping into the air and spinning through a complete 360 twist before opening out in a shooting star press, landing across Angel’s chest for a cover. McGuire drops back into position quickly.
Dante: That’s KINCAID CASCADE and could this be it?
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!
Angel powers out before McGuire can complete the three and as Scarlett moves to get back to her feet, the blonde grabs her by the head and pulls her down to headbutt her square in the face. Scarlett falls down into a seated position on the canvas and Angel rolls away towards the ropes to use them to get back to an upright position.
Melissa: Close but not quite… Scarlett and everyone else here will be wondering what it is going to take to keep one of these women down for a three.
Scarlett staggers back to her feet looking a little dazed from the headbutt, as Angel rests against the ropes to gather her bearings. Eyeing each other as they pull themselves together, they both make a move at the same time, but Angel is successful at getting the upperhand with a running high knee to the Cajun’s face which sends her into the ropes. Scarlett bounces off and straight into Angel’s arms. Angel applies a front facelock before lifting her up into position for a vertical suplex. Scarlett tries to struggle free which causes Angel to lose her footing and both women crash to the canvas in a heap.
Dante: And another shot to Scarlett’s face, but even after that she managed to prevent Angel from completing the Vertical suplex that she had in store for her.
Melissa: I wonder if it would have been better to let her complete it. The way they have both just landed in a heap doesn’t look like it has proved to be any less painful.
Even more frustrated now, Angel again mounts Scarlett’s chest and starts to fire right hands into the side of her head, before taking her head in both hands and spiking it viciously into the mat. McGuire reaches a count of four before Angel releases her and gets back to her feet. After shaking off the cobwebs a little herself, Angel pulls Scarlett back up to her feet and again fires her into the ropes. This time when she rebounds, Angel is waiting with her brogue kick.
Dante: Angel has just hit WAKING THE DEMON and we know what that means is coming next.
Angel spins Scarlett around to get her into position for her spinning crucifix toss, but Scarlett manages to kick backwards, catching the blonde in the back of the knee and forcing her to fall forwards onto her other knee.
Melissa: Or at least what she was hoping to come next. Angel was set to go for DOWN THE DEPTHS but Scarlett just paid to that idea. If Angel was frustrated before, you can imagine how she is going to react to this now.
Giving her head a shake and a rub, Scarlett pulls herself together as Angel is starting to pull herself back up to a vertical base. As soon as she is upright and before she has a chance to turn back around to Scarlett, the Cajun grabs her from behind in a straight jacket hold. She jerks the blonde downwards and brings her knee up into the back of Angel’s head, causing her to snap back up to her feet. Scarlett then grabs hold of her in a cravate hold, jerks her forward once more to deliver another knee to the blonde’s face. Then she follows that by driving Angel’s head into the mat once more. Quickly she dives over her for the cover, hooking both of her legs for good measure. The crowd are on their feet, raising the roof with the cheers for Scarlett as McGuire slides into position without skipping a beat.
Dante: I think she just might have done it, SCARLETT FEVER 2.0 and Angel is down.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
McGuire immediately gets back to his feet and calls for the bell.
John: Your winner via pinfall………………………...SCARLETT KINCAID!!
Melissa: Scarlett has got her win over Angel, without any piano wire involved this time, and her smile says it all.
Scarlett gets back to her feet to have her hand raised by McGuire, before climbing out of the ring to head to the back. A smile on her face although she still looks a little dazed. The camera shows Christian rolling into the ring to check on his client as she pulls herself up to sit against the ropes before cutting elsewhere.
John: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish!!
Melissa: From one personal issue to another, you have to feel for Joe Ragnal as he tends to attract the biggest nutjobs in SVW. I have Emma MacNamara here, and she’ll be meeting Leander Apollo later tonight.
Emma: That you do. Though I think calling Destiny Campbell the nutjob out of these two is doing a major disservice to them both. It’s not everyone who comes up with their own match type.
As “Caffeine” plays over the PA system, the crowd gets hyped up as they await the entrance of the next wrestler. Out comes Joe Ragnal, wearing his trademark green trench coat and holding two cups of coffee in his hands. As the Innovator of FUN roars he bangs the two cups together, then pours them out into his mouth, making a caffeinated mess all over himself.
John: Making his way to the ring, he is the Innovator of Fully! Unrehearsed! Nuttiness!.....JOE! RAGNAL!
Tossing the cups behind him Joe rushes down the ramp, making his way to the ring and sliding under the ropes with enough momentum to send him to the center ring. Joe pushes himself up, still on his knees as he gives a double thumbs up, then hops to his feet. Moving to his corner he takes off his coat and hands it off to the outside, warming up for this match.
Melissa: He went through quite the ordeal with Nyx at our last Pay Per View in his FUN House match, now it’s her puppet master.
Emma: Destiny has many puppets. All of them know their place and that is a good thing for them all. Could create a major problem for him though, considering what I just said.
The entire arena is engulfed in light, as the titantron, headlights, basically every light and board in the arena turns white, and a distorted sound of a bell is heard, followed by the piercing sound of wind. Dry ice smoke fills up the aisle between the gorilla and the ring, and "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit starts playing. In from the back comes the Ultraviolence Champion, Destiny Campbell, her head hanging low, letting her hair cover her face, as she makes her way down the entrance ramp. She slowly walks her way to the ring showing absolutely no emotion other than sadism and pleasure, seemingly uninterested in the audience's reaction to her presence... Which is silence.
John: And his opponent... From the Beyond... DESTINY CAMPBELL!
As she reaches the ring apron, she slowly crawls into the ring, and does her usual preparation ritual, as she takes off her gloves and her hoodie, and then goes to her knees and opens her arms wide, looking to the sky as if she were talking to the heavens. The lights and screens slowly come back one by one as a smile creeps up her face, joined by a mad chuckle. She then looks directly into her opponent's eyes with a hungry, empty stare, and slowly brings herself to her feet, before letting her arms fall.
Melissa: Joe seems to pull these women to him. Raven Wicked, Nyx, and now Destiny. He should see about changing his cologne or something.
Emma: ...I take great offence to that, Melissa! He brings it upon himself, trying to say that he is something that he’s not. He thinks he’s like us, but we all know he’s not.
Rudy Palmer checked over both competitors before he called for the bell and Joe came out of his corner towards the middle of the ring. As he did so Destiny half flung herself out of the corner and into a stutter step as the pair began to circle each other before Campbell lunged at her foe with a clothesline attempt that saw Ragnal duck underneath it. Destiny stopped and instantly turned straight into a right hand from Joe. A second and third right hand followed it before Ragnal switched up to European uppercuts that sent Campbell back to the ropes. He fired her off across the ring and on the return he caught her with a perfect dropkick to her chest. Destiny hit the canvas only to rise quickly only to be caught by a clothesline, followed by a second and a third as she tried to get her feet underneath. Finally she rolled away only for the Innovator of FUN to follow behind her and as she rose he caught her with a snapmare takedown, followed by a kick to her chest that knocked her onto her back, allowing him to deliver a leg drop. He floated over and made the cover, hooking the leg as he did.
One-
Melissa: Joe’s looking for an early win, but it’s way way too early to think he has Destiny in a compromising position this fast.
Emma: It’s worth a shot though, right? ...Maybe not, actually. Joe just likes to think that’s how good he is.
Destiny kicked out as soon as the referee made the one count and the man pulled her up to her feet where he fired her into the nearest corner. Ragnal followed hot on her heels and as Destiny hit the turnbuckles he left his feet and sent her tumbling straight back to the canvas with a monkey flip. Joe kipped straight back up to his feet, looking over his shoulder as his foe started her rise back to a vertical base and he jumped onto the bottom rope, springboarding onto the second before launching himself backwards into a high cross body that caught Campbell across the chest, knocking her back to the canvas and again he made the pinfall attempt.
One…
T-
Emma: Something something pinfall attempts wasting his opponent’s energy. No one ever seems to remember that the person doing it still exerts through trying to hold them down. Also, I’m really not sure what Joe is trying to do here. About all he’s managed is to get Destiny on a backfoot.
Another kick out from the woman from The Beyond who started to rise to her feet, getting to her knees only for Joe to begin to fire kicks into her body. Campbell continued to rise despite the repeated blows, getting full vertical before Ragnal left his feet for a high knee to her chest, before he Irish whipped her into the ropes, letting her hit them and bounce back towards him before he broke into a sprint and drove a running knee into her abdomen. Campbell flipping over his knee to hit the canvas. Instantly she sat up, her opponent grabbing hold of her hand and interlocking his fingers with hers as he dragged her over towards the ropes, picking up speed before bouncing off the middle rope and into an armdrag takedown. Joe rolled through to his feet and started for the ropes once more, coming back towards his opponent looking for a knee trembler only to get nothing but air; Campbell spinning out of the way as he came towards her. Before he could turn Destiny sprung up to her feet and sank her nails into his back, raking them all the way down his back from his shoulder blades to the waistband of his blue jeans as she stepped forward and stuck her teeth right into the trapezius muscle where his neck joined his shoulders.
Melissa: Look at that, Destiny’s trying to take a literal bite out of Joe Ragnal like a zombie from some horror movie!
Emma: Well, you did say she was a nutjob! But it’s effective if nothing else! Talk about disabling the man!
Immediately Rudy Palmer started the five count who released her teeth on four and wrapped her arms around Joe sending him down to the canvas with a release German suplex. Ragnal landed hard, pushed up to his feet and got a running kick into his gut from his opponent who then drove the point of her elbow down into the back of his head before that caused him to fall to one knee. Still facing him she clamped her hands against either side of his skull over the ears and skipped backwards, jerking him off balance as she slammed him face first into the mat. She dropped to her knees, taking hold of his head once again and started to bounce his face into the mat, she drove his face into the mat five times before she crawled backwards into the nearest corner and used the middle rope to pull herself into a crouching position, nodding her head as though she was listening to someone and agreeing with them. She stood up as Joe was rising and rushed him, driving his face back into the mat once more with a Fame-Asser this time. Ragnal rolled onto his back and Campbell lay over him to make the cover.
Melissa: Destiny’s looking to put him away here, I’m not sure this will work any better for her than it did him.
One…
Tw-
Emma: Like before, something something wasting energy but not being the best tactic for Destiny either. But like for like, I suppose!
Joe kicked out and Destiny didn’t waste any time at all as she wrapped her hand around her the throat of the Innovator of FUN. The referee counted Destiny, reaching four before she released her grip only to go straight back to the well. Again Palmer counted and saw the woman release on four but only for a second before she started the choke one more time. This time as Palmer counted, Destiny screamed towards the empty corner, releasing her grip on Joe on four once more and this time she made the cover again.
One…
Two-
Melissa: Another near fall for Destiny, and an angry scream towards an empty corner...for reasons, I guess.
Emma: Intimidation, I assume. At least with this one there might have been half a chance. “Poor” sod probably can’t breathe properly right now.
Ragnal kicked out once more and got pulled to his feet by his opponent who took his wrist and sent him into the far corner with an Irish whip, following in close behind him as she left her feet and delivered a bicycle kick that saw her boot crash into his chin. The Innovator of FUN slumped against the turnbuckles, using the ropes to hold himself upright as Destiny circled back towards the middle of the ring and came charging back towards him with a big boot. As the boot connected with the side of his face, Joe dropped down to his butt in the corner, sitting back against the turnbuckles and Destiny didn’t waste any time in starting to stomp a mudhole in him. She continued her rapidly delivered stomps as the referee used the count, backing her up for a couple of seconds when he reached four only for Destiny to come forward and deliver another set of stomps that again only saw her stop when the referee reached four on his count. This time when she stopped Destiny grabbed hold of Joe’s ankles and attempted to pull him out of the corner only for Ragnal to grab hold of the bottom rope; with a grunt of effort, Destiny jerked him free of his grip, sending him up in the air before he crash landed on the mat once more. With a satisfied smirk on her face she stepped forward and delivered an elbow drop into his chest before she made the cover once more.
One…
Two…
...TH-
Emma: That was quite the throw Destiny gave out there! Doing exactly as we expected of her.
Melissa: I never know what to expect when Destiny wrestles, and rarely does she give me a reason to change that perception.
Ragnal kicked out once again only for Destiny to grip hold of his arm and apply an ankle lock style hold on his elbow; twisting and wrenching at the joint at much as she could. Joe let out a cry of pain but refused to submit as the referee asked the question of him; the man instead reaching out for the ropes and finding himself just short. Pushing upwards he managed to inch himself a little bit closer to the ropes and stretched for all he was worth before he finally managed to wrap his hand around them. Rudy Palmer asked for the break, not getting it and started to count Destiny Campbell down, reaching four before she finally released his arm and moved backwards away from him. Ragnal held his arm against his body as he started to pull himself upwards with the help of the ring ropes and fell back into the corner, shaking his arm out only for Destiny to turn towards him, charge in and run straight into the bottom of his boot as he got his foot up at the last moment. Campbell reeled backwards holding her jaw, turning back to face Ragnal who remained in the corner and her eyes flashed fire as she charged back towards him and left her feet attempting a high knee only for the former Chaos Champion to step smartly out of the way at the last second causing her knee to strike the top turnbuckle.
Melissa: Destiny was looking to jack Joe’s jaw with that high knee, but she ended up getting all of the turnbuckle she could ever want instead.
Emma: And probably a very sore knee. With how Joe’s been getting ragdolled about the place I’m surprised he had enough about him to get out of there at all.
Destiny landed and staggered around to come face to face with Joe who lifted her upwards into an atomic drop that saw her straddle his knee before she was lifted upwards and dropped backwards with a flapjack. As soon as they landed, Joe performed a backward roll, picking Campbell’s leg as he did so and transitioned into a modified single leg Boston Crab, one knee in the small of her back as he pulled back as far as he could on her leg using the foot and simultaneously began to drive closed left hands into the side of the knee where it had met the top turnbuckle. Destiny pulled at her hair as she almost laughed and cried at the same time in the hold. Slowly the woman from The Beyond began to drag herself from the middle of the ring towards the ropes, getting close before Joe stood up and started to pull her backwards, Destiny rolling to her front as he did so and kicking him off when he attempted to re-apply the hold once more, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes.
Melissa: Joe tried to get the same hold applied again, but clearly Destiny got out of it the first time and hadn’t forgotten how to do it again just seconds later.
Emma: Yeah, you’d really think that people would learn that kind of thing doesn’t work less than a minute after it first happens. She wouldn’t have been any more worn down than she was when she got out of it.
Destiny began to rise to her feet and as she did so, Joe stepped forward, grabbed hold of her head and delivered a bulldog to his opponent. As he slammed her face first into the mat, Destiny bounced back up to all fours and tried to make it to her feet only for Ragnal to grab hold of her arm and snap off a side Russian leg sweep. Campbell rolled to one side, holding the back of head and neck as the Innovator of FUN got his feet back underneath him and headed quickly towards the corner. He climbed to the top rope and perched on the turnbuckle, waiting for the rising Destiny to stand upright before he flew towards her, catching her with a perfect flying clothesline. The momentum sent Destiny rolling backwards; the momentum bringing the girl back up to her knees from where she pushed upwards to her feet once again only for Joe to pop upwards and catch her on the jaw with a European uppercut. Campbell reeled away from her opponent only for Joe to grab her wrist, using it to shoot her across the ring into the ropes, dropping to his knees as she returned and sent her back down to the mat with a kneeling firemans carry takeover. Quicky Ragnal rolled on top of his opponent, hooked her leg and made the cover.
One…
Two…
...TH-
Emma: An almost moment for Joe there, who’s probably quite annoyed with himself for not being able to put her away, even though he’ll be aware he’d need to pull something amazing out of the bag.
Destiny kicked out and Rudy Palmer confirmed the two count, Joe nodding his head in acceptance as he spun away, dropping down to a knee as he waved Campbell upwards. When the woman from The Beyond reached a vertical base, the former Chaos Champion charged towards her and caught her with a spear - though it looked like Destiny had jumped into the air a heartbeat before he made contact; the move sending her sprawling to the mat. Ragnal rolled out onto the apron, where he got his feet underneath him quickly, taking hold of the ropes and springboarding upwards and into a senton. He delivered the move, rolled over and hooked the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Melissa: One thing I’ve learned about Destiny is she doesn’t take near falls well, and Joe’s getting punished for it! It’s almost like she’s trying to detach his eyes from their sockets with her nails!
Emma: I’m not completely sure I blame her. I mean, he’s already an idiot so...though I suppose I’ll give him props for recovering as he did.
Palmer stops the count as Destiny rolls her shoulder, bringing her hand up to her foe’s face and dug her nails into his flesh, her hand obscuring his vision before she raked her hand down his face and over his eye sockets. Joe rolled away holding his face as he was temporarily blinded and Destiny took up the mount position on top of him, pulling his hands away and scratched at his face, alternating between her right and left hands as she fought off his attempts to block the repeated scratches with her free hand. The referee used his count, before he had to force her to let up on the assault, pulling her away and reading her the riot act as she got to her feet, glaring at the referee before she seemed to start to talk to someone stood beside him. As Rudy Palmer continued to reprimand her, Joe began to rise to her feet only for Campbell to spin around and tag his jaw with a series of textbook forearms, forcing him backwards only for her to yank on his arm to bring him forward and into a spinning back elbow that knocked him back to the canvas.
Melissa: An elbow right to the mouth from Campbell, and I think the referee’s wasting his breath. Destiny Campbell doesn’t give a damn what he thinks.
Emma: You’d think referees would be well aware of that by now, but nooooooo, we gotta teach them still.
Joe rolled to the side and began to push himself upwards to his feet only for Destiny to score a running knee lift to his jaw that caused him to stumble backwards. Campbell swooped down on him once more, grabbing hold of the back of his neck and jeans to hurl him through the turnbuckle pads and into the steel ring post. The referee once again told her off for the move only to get completely ignored by the competitor as she lifted Joe off his feet and into a back suplex, dropping him to the mat. Immediately Destiny rolled over, grabbing Joe by the legs only to fall back, catapulting him in towards the corner, his chest hitting the turnbuckle and his head snapping forward to meet the top of the ring post, busting him open. Ragnal stumbled backwards, somehow managing to keep his feet underneath him as blood began to cover his forehead and Destiny bounced off the ring ropes, catching him with a justice fist that saw him collapse to the mat. Campbell fell down on top of him and made the cover, hooking the leg.
Melissa: What velocity! Joe may be seeing stars, and Destiny may be picking up the win right here!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Emma: Might be seeing stars, but definitely seeing his own blood. How that didn’t end him I’m not entirely sure.
Joe kicked out of the pinfall and Destiny pulled him up to his feet, driving him back into the corner with a series of straight punches to his body. As his back hit the pads, Campbell once more started to scratch at his head, doing everything she could to widen the cut, giggling to herself as she did so. Once she was satisfied with her handiwork she pulled him out of the corner and into a snap suplex before she floated over and made the pin once again.
Emma: Seriously though, that’s some bloodwork that’s coming from Joe right now, and being thrown about won’t be helping that.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Melissa: Another near fall, and you could see Destiny giggling like a little girl with a new toy as she tore away at Joe’s cut.
Again Joe escaped the pinfall by rolling his shoulder, Destiny pulling himsetraight back to his feet as she pushed him back into his corner, licking up his cheek with a trickle of blood that caused Ragnal’s eyes to widen slightly and push her away. Destiny regained her balance after the shove and Joe immediately cracked her in the side of the head with an enzugiri. Campbell rolled and began to crawl away before she rose to her feet again and as she did Joe moved past her to the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope and onto her shoulders where he snapped off a hurricanrana sending her to the mat. Again Campbell began to rise and as she did so, Joe forced himself to scurry to a vertical base himself and took three quick steps towards Destiny before leaving his feet and catching her with a lungblower. As she hit the mat he rolled through to the ropes, pulling himself upwards as Campbell held her middle and he leapt into a lionsault that caught his opponent perfectly. He hooked her leg to make the cover.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Melissa: Nicely executed moonsault from the Innovator, just not enough to secure the win. Destiny, like yourself Emma, can take enormous punishment and keep coming at you.
Emma: Damn right we can. And as it seems, so can Joe. It also seems like knowing he’s bleeding spurs him on.
Destiny rolled her shoulder and found herself pulled up to her feet as Joe delivered a single knee facebreaker that saw her stumble backwards, spinning away from her opponent and the Innovator of FUN darted towards the ring ropes, springboarding off them and into a disaster kick that caught Campbell perfectly; the woman from The Beyond falling backwards like an oak tree at the hands of a lumberjack. Ragnal landed on his feet as she fell and instantly made for the corner, holding his hands above his head in an X, keeping them there as he turned and gave the middle finger to his foe before he climbed to the top rope. He took a half second to measure up the fallen woman before he launched himself into the air and came down with the FUN Star Frog Splash. He landed across her body and bounced up onto his knees, holding his stomach before he threw his body across her and hooked her legs for the cover.
Melissa: He calls it the...FUN STAR FROG SPLASH!! That might be all!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Emma: Or not! Might have given Joe a burst of adrenaline but that’s not enough as far!
At the last possible second, Destiny’s shoulder popped up from the mat to stop the count. Joe sat up next to her, wiping the blood away from his forehead and eyes as he got the two count confirmed to him. He asked for the three but Rudy Palmer once more confirmed the two count and Joe shook his head, pulling Destiny upwards to her feet only to hook his arm around her head, dragging her over to the corner where he spun around and stood her on her skull with a tornado DDT. Campbell rolled away and onto her front, starting to push upwards onto all fours only to slump straight back down holding her head. Joe took a moment to watch her before he forced himself to his feet and moved towards the corner once more. Again he climbed to the top rope and found his balance as he waited for Destiny to push her way back to her feet before he straightened up and flipped off the rope into the Change of Seasons 540 into a spear.
Melissa: SPEAR!! AND---She’s already back up!!
Emma: Well, I don’t think I quite expected that!
Only for Destiny to seemingly pull herself together instantly as she showed that she’d been playing possum and caught him on the way down with a front facelock before she pulled him into a single knee facebreaker to complete the Iconoclastia. Joe sprung upwards and fell into the ring ropes, getting thrown off them and back towards Destiny. The girl lowered her shoulder and lifted him upwards and over into the Gory bomb position, holding them for a couple of moments before driving his face into the canvas with The Final Destination. She rolled him onto his back and rolled him up as she hooked the legs for the cover.
Melissa: FINAL DESTINATION!! Destiny was playing possum, and suckered Joe right where she wanted!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!
Emma: The oldest trick in the book and it got Joe everything he deserved! Like you said at the top, Melissa, she’s a puppet master indeed.
Rudy Palmer called for the bell and as it sounded Destiny Campbell rolled away slightly and leaned in close to whisper something to Joe Ragnal before she licked away another trickle of blood from his cheek and started to rise to her feet.
John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall….DESTINY CAMPBELL!!!
Melissa: Destiny Campbell did what Nyx could not, and she’s managed to put Joe Ragnal away here tonight at Climax! A bloody battle, and it wasn’t even a Chaos division match!
Emma: It doesn’t count if there’s only blood on one side, even if the gash is quite the sight to behold.
Rudy Palmer helped her to her feet and raised her hand in victory, the girl cocking her head as though trying to hear someone over the boos of the crowd and turned back towards Joe, pressing her boot against his forehead and grinding the sole against the cut for a couple of moments before delivering a stomp and then whirling away, getting more boos from the crowd as she raised her hands in the air to celebrate while the show cut elsewhere.
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Meeting Misha
The feed cuts backstage at Madison Square Garden. Misha LeCavalier stands just outside the women’s locker room already decked out in her ring attire. She uses the wall’s aid in order to stretch out her quads before her impending bout with Jolyne Dysart. She thought she heard someone approaching from her left-hand side as she continued to stretch.
Misha: ...Yes?
As the camera pans over, it reveals to the audience who stands before her. Removing his own headphones, Nico Costello, one of the newest SVW superstars stands, greets Misha with a wave.
Nico: You’re Misha LeCavalier, yes?
He smiles widely.
Nico: I saw your performances over there in CWC. Congratulations on winning the International Championship. Quite the accomplishment?
Nico shakes away his apparent excitement of meeting her, and sticks his hand out to her.
Nico: Nico Costello, eh, I’m not as prominent as you are, but it’s a honor to make your acquaintance.
She curiously stares at him for a moment before she hesitantly shakes his hand.
Misha: Mr. Costello, is it? And how may I help you?
She was aware that her question probably came off a bit rude.
Misha: You must forgive me. Rarely do people come up to me and sing my praises without want or without there being a catch. So, I am wondering what yours is. Hmm?
Nico, with his eyes wide and curious, looks at Misha without any idea what she could mean.
Nico: Oh, I didn’t have anything really. I’m just heading around meeting everyone. If I’m going to be here for a while, I want to get to know everyone personally. Blame my upbringing, I guess.
He chuckles a little nervously.
Nico: Perhaps, if it makes you feel at ease, I would like a match with you at some point. Sooner or later—you see, I’m challenging myself by facing talent that may be outside of my echelon. I’m a rookie without the pedigree of talent or a family tie-in, but I think it’d be fun to see if I can measure up to you, Ms. LeCavalier.
A beat.
Nico: I might just be able to beat you--
There’s a light buzz outside in the audience over his statement.
Nico: Or get demolished, but I’ll take that risk. Will you accept my challenge?
A mild look of annoyance crosses her face.
Misha: We are here at my first SVW Climax event, one of the grandest that the company has produced. In a few moments I plan on going out there and having one best matches that SVW has ever seen. And instead of allowing me to live and enjoy my moment, you want to trouble me with a challenge?
She shakes her head.
Misha: Why is it that everyone tries to take my shine the very moment that I grasp it, hmm?
The question is rhetorical in nature, spoken more towards herself. She turns a bit and looks Nico dead in his eyes.
Misha: Fortunately for you, I am not one to run or turn down a fight. So your challenge is accepted.
She lets out a small grunt.
Misha: However, any beating I deliver upon you shall now be double-fold—for your annoyance.
Nico’s demeanor shifts upon her acknowledgment of her displeasure. In fact, the smile of his gets hinted with a competitive flair.
Nico: In that case, I’ll see then.
He starts to leave Misha to her preparations, but stops.
Nico: Oh, and good luck tonight.
He continues on, leaving Misha alone in the hallway.
John: The following contest... is a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE Match... for the CHAOS CHAMPIONSHIP!
Pop!
Mel: And this is going to get crazy, folks: on one side, someone who's faced the absurd herself and came back to tell the story. On the other side... A completely psychotic champion. And the match can go anywhere and END anywhere.
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...
Some say the end is near... Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon.
Certainly hope we will... I sure could a vacation from this...
Bull--Shit---Three--Ring--Circus--Side--Show--Of...”
The Dread Wolf emerges from the curtains and begins to walk down the ramp with eyes peeled. Suddenly the arena goes pitch black on her. A six-eyed wolf’s head appears slowly on the video wall before the eyes begin to pulse yellow to the song as the music continues to play. The announcer finally pipes up in the middle of the song.
John: From Sydney, Australia... She is The Dread Wolf... THIS IS MARLA LEE-CROWLEY!
“FREAKS HERE IN THIS HOPELESS FUCKING HOLE WE CALL L.A.!
THE ONLY WAY TO FIX IT IS TO FLUSH IT ALL AWAY!
ANY FUCKING TIME, ANY FUCKING DAY!
LEARN TO SWIM, SEE YOU DOWN IN ARIZONA BAY!”
The wolf on the screen opens its mouth and roars silently as the lights return to the arena, with Marla suddenly perched on a turnbuckle corner, looking somewhat like an overgrown wolf made human herself with the way she’s positioned before she jumps down, ready for the match.
Mel: There she is, the Dread Wolf. A known hardcore icon herself, she defeated her clan's rival in Destiny Campbell to be here, and she's ready to face yet another opponent who's... not all there.
Dante: It's almost like she attracts this kind of people. Her wife herself doesn't seem to have all her rocks in their place. Still, she's a damn competent wrestler, hardcore or otherwise. A counter-wrestling master, and a fearless one at that.
“BEEP BEEP” L7’s Shitlist starts to blast out of the PA and along with it comes Nathan Thunder dressed up in jeans, boots and a very disturbing looking t-shirt. Nathan holds something in his hand it’s a cane, the psychotic look on his face just emphasizes the walking and talking unpredictability that he is. Nathan laughs it up and slaps some hands with the fans while making his way down the ramp working the crowd up to a frenzy, once at ringside Nathan takes a sprint and slides under the bottom rope for the joy of the cheering fans.
John: And his opponent, from Amsterdam in the Netherlands... He's the defending SVW Chaos Champion... NATHAN THUNDER!
The High Risk Hitman jumps up holding his cane like a gun and twirls around aiming it at the audience, then turns it towards the entrance way and “fires” laughing as his music dies down.
Mel: And here's the champion, someone who's been holding on to that Chaos Championship for a while now, has been through some weird stuff with it, and has the chance to turn yet another opponent back tonight.
Dante: Someone once sid you have to be a bit crazy to be part of the Chaos division, and quite honestly I agree with them... But Nathan takes crazy to a whole new level. But like I said, nothing Marla Lee isn't used to.
The bells ring and Nathan and Marla just kep eyeballing one another for a while, with the Hitman sporting the ultimate shit eating grin while the Thespian scowls, ready for his next move. Sure enough, Nathan tries to throw Marla off by suddenly bursting out of his place and attacking her with a surprise swing of his cane, but Lee sidesteps and lets Nathan rush right past her, then smashing her forearm into his skull, throwing him off balance and making him drop the cane. As Thunder bows a little, Marla takes her chance to throw him to the ropes, and as he comes back, a quick rolling scoop slam follows. Keeping her momentum, Marla jumps back to her feet and rushes to the ropes, but as she hits the elastc, Nathan rolls back to his feet. Taken by surprise, Marla doesn't have the time to adapt her offense, and Nathan returns the scoop slam to sender, smashing the Dread Wolf back first into the mat. And as she gets up, Nathan taunts her going "QUACK, QUACK!"
Mel: A very much back and forth beginning, the two wrestlers still getting a feeling of what the other can do. Marla's already showing that mastery in counters you spoke of, Dante, but Nathan has some surprises of his own.
Dante: He may be insane, but he's not dumb. He knows he has to think outside the box to outwit Marla... And I'm aware "Nathan thinking outside the box" is kind of an oxymoronic sentence.
Marla growls at Nathan and lunges at him, but it's his turn to sidestep and push Marla to the corner. She just has the tme to turn around before hitting her back against the turnbuckles, and Nathan's already all over her as he strikes her with a turnbuckle clothesline, pressing the Wolf into the corner. Picking up on speed, Nathan runs across the ring, hitting his back on the far turnbuckles, only to come running back at Marla... who rolls out of the way. Nathan has the time to adjust himself, hitting the turnbuckles with his back and keeping his momentum (sort of) as Marla finds herself in the center of the ring. But when Nathan comes running for her, it's her turn to surprise him, as she jumps him with a Lou Thesz press... but Thunder doesn't go down immediately, grabbing Marla by her legs and then letting her fall with a flapjack... that Marla telegraphs due to Nathan's delayed move, tucking an arm in and rolling as she hit the mat, getting back to her feet, no problem. Nathan rolls over to get back to his feet, but Marla immediately dashes at him, striking him with a near criminal PK kick to the head sending him rolling across the ring, and then returning the taunt to sender: "GOAL, AUSTRALIA!"
Mel: Well... Back and forth. I didn't know Australia was known for soccer, though.
Dante: If it is, they must be proud. That kick would put an NFL special team to shame.
Nathan makes his way to a corner for safety, clutching at his neck after the PK kick, as Marla makes her way to a parallel corner, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. With Nathan sitting, Marla dashes and strikes him with a cannonball, squishing Nathan into the turnbuckles. She rolls away from him, and Nathan seems to be all but out of it. The Dread Wolf then helps him up, pressing him into the corner again, opening a bit of a distance and then coming back running, jumping for a knee lift... but Nathan raises his leg and big boots Marla's lights out, with the sole of his boot going right on her stomach. Marla stumbles backwards feeling the blow, and Nathan leaves the corner, running up to Lee, grabbing her arm and wrenching it, just to whip her across the ring and into the corner across from them. Marla Lee bounces off the corner and stumbles back to Nathan, who strikes her with a leaping lariat with some extra oomph that sends her spiking into the mat and then roll out of the ring with the built up momentum!
Dante: Powerful lariat by Nathan and out goes Marla!
Mel: He knows he needs to be fast and unpredictable to outwit Marla, it's just like you said, but he needs to put her down as hast as he can too, and boy howdy does that work!
With Marla out of the ring, Nathan waits for his chance, and it's when he can see Marla's head peeking from behind the apron that he runs the ropes, picking up as much momentum as he could ask for, only to leap over the top rope with a suicide somersault, hoping to find just his target standing there... but what he finds -- and feels -- is a steel chair being smashed right into his spine, as Marla goes for the kamikaze-esque attack just as Nathan falls on top of her! Both wrestlers crash at ringside, and Nathan squirms in pain with the steel chair's edge having been smashed into his spine, as Marla gathers her bearings back for a second time!
Mel: OH MY GOD, THE SIDE OF THAT STEEL CHAIR RIGHT TO THE SPINE! WHEN HE WAS JUMPING FOR THAT SENTON!
Dante: Well that's a way to frustrate someone's plan! Bet Nathan's chiropractor is going to have a lot of work to do after that.
While Nathan squirms, Marla hs the chance to get back to her feet first, taking her chance as the match continues outside of the ring. Without waiting for him to recover, she grabs him by the waist and bridges backwards, sending him spine first into the apron with a release German suplex! Nathan SCREAMS as he bangs his back against the apron, collapsing back to the padded floor in pain. And only then Marla takes her chance, dropping on top of him and making the first cover of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Nathan kicks out!
Mel: Suplex into the apron, hardest part of the ring, and now Marla seems to have a clear target!
Dante: A big, glowing target, literally on his back. It's going to be a long night.
Marla shakes her head and gets up, grabbing Nathan by the head and forcing him onto his feet as well, only to smash his head into the ring apron once and again and again, making sure he's not conscious enough to fight back. Then, dragging him a couple of feet away from the ring, only to whip him into the apron again... But unexpectedly, Nathan hops onto the ring apron, bounces on the ropes and jumps onto Marla with an avalanche crossbody block! Both wrestlers collapse to the padded floor, and Nathan stays on top of her for a cover!
Mel: Avalanche crossbody out of NOWHERE!!!
ONE!
TWO-- NO!!! Marla kicks out with authority!
Mel: And no dice! Nathan pulled that out his hat out of absolutely nowhere, no way she was expecting something like that!
Dante: Takes a lot of spirit to try something like that, especially with a hurting back and so little space to act. Brilliant offensive by the champion!
Nathan rolls away from Marla and slowly comes back to his feet, taking shelter near the corner post. As Marla starts to get up as well, Thunder rushes at her and strikes her with a low angle dropkick to the side of the midsection, sending her rolling to the steel steps surrounding the ring. Now it's the Wolf's turn to squirm and groan in pain, as Nathan puhses back to his feet and then hops onto the ring apron again. Getting up to his feet, he calculates his next move, waiting for Lee to get up. And as she finally does, Thunder jumps onto her shoulders and goes for a hurricarana... NO! Marla plants her feet down and draws out all the power she has to lift her up, and just as they're both losing balance, she powerbombs the crap out of him into the crowd barricade! Nathan bounces off the barricade and Lee, scowling, gets back up and grabs Nathan by the head, lifting him to his feet and pressing him against the barricade, only to smash her head into his chest one, two, three, several times, and then throwing chops just for the sake of it, and more headbutts, until she stumbles away from him a bit dizzy, holding an arm up for the crowd's delight. She's quick to regain her balance though, as she rushes up to Nathan again, throwing a dropkick... that finds nothing but the barricade, as Nathan rolls out of harm's way!
Mel: Marla, dropkick incoming-- and she MISSES!!! Her knees just ate all the impact, that's not going to help her!
Nathan falls to a knee as he runs out of Marla's kick's way, but quickly powers back to his feet, turning back to Marla and delivering several kicks and stomps to her now fallen body. With Marla's body now picked apart, Nathan pulls himself up onto the barricade and then leaps onto her with a moonsault that hits right on the money! He stays on top of her for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Marla's shoulder pops out from the floor!
Dante: So far a match of endurance, and we still haven't seen the crazy sides of either Marla or Nathan. I'm sure things are going to start picking up real soon, if they keep trying to just wear out one another.
Nathan gets up, staring down at his opponent and then walking up to the steel steps, watching as Marla slowly powers back to her feet. He "patiently" waits for her to get up, slapping the steps to make a loud noise, and when she's finally up, Nathan rushes up to her... But Marla throws herself to the floor and rolls under the ring! An annoyed Nathan starts lifting the apron's skirt, looking for Marla, but he can't find anything, since it's pretty dark and crammed under the ring. What everyone else CAN see though is Marla surfacing from the other side of the ring, dragging a couple of glass panes on one hand, leaving them on the floor, and with her other hand closed as if she was holding something small.
Mel: Ask and you shall receive! Sturdy glass sheets-- who the hell leaves THIS kind of stuff under a wrestling ring?
Dante: Hell if I know! But she found them, and she will use them!
with his attention piqued by the crowd's "oohs," Nathan loops around ring, running towards Marla... who throws what she's holding on her closed hand into his face: it's plain old dust, but enough to blind him for a couple of seconds as he tries to whisk the powder away from his face. Marla -- who's only had enough time to put ONE of the glass panes on the apron and nothing else -- then rushes to the far barricade. From there, she hops onto the ring apron, comes running and, right before she inadvertently steps on the panes she herself brought in, leaps in the air, striking Nathan with a powerful missile dropkick while Nathan is still fighting off the dust on his face! Just for the sake of wearing him out, Marla stays on top of him for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
T-- NO!!! Nathan kicks out!... while coughing.
Dante: That handful of dust really made a number on Nathan. He was distracted for just enough time for Marla to act, and she's making full use of that.
Marla quickly gets back up to her feet and grabs Nathan's head, forcing him to stand. She then throws him into the ring, lifting the ring's skirt again and browsing for something else. This time she produces something bit less unorthodox: a steel chair that she brings to the ring as she rolls in. Wielding the chair like a shield, Marla calls Nathan out while he slowly comes to his feet. When he's on his fours, she smashes the chair smack dab atop his skull, throwing him off balance as he collapses onto the far corner. Marla then wedges the chair between the mid and top ropes of the opposite corner from where Nathan is, andthen makes her way to her opponent, grabbing his arm and pulling him from the corner, only to whip him across the ring. But with the chair wedged there and in plain sight from a wrestler's mile away, Nathan sees it coming no problem, holding on to the top rope as he approaches the contraption. Marla comes trailing behind Nathan like a train without brakes as well, but when Thunder dashes away from the chair and leaves the corner empty, Marla only has enough time to hit the brakes and avoid crashing into her own trap.
Nathan reacts quickly, running to the parallel corner, building up his momentum. And just as Marla turns around, she's caught by a Busaiku knee to the chest. Marla is then send into the chair, dropping seated on the bottom turnbuckle, with her head right in position in front of the wedged chair. And, of course, Thunder takes full advantage of that by superkicking Marla's head into the chair. Lee's lights are out as she drops forward like a sack of bricks. Then Nathan makes his way to the far corner, taking shelter as he thinks his next move... before realizing he'd dropped his cane right there. His grin comes back to his face before he picks up the cane, takes aim and announces his next move, as he invites the crowd to sing with him:
Nathan: TAKE ME OUT TO THE BAAAAALL GAME~
Crowd: TAKE ME OUT WITH THE CROOOOOWD!
And with that, as Marla starts to crawl out of the corner, Nathan hops in for the shot, swinging his cane aiming at Marla's head. The move having been telegraphed, Marla has the chance to power upwards, but can't avoid getting struck in the stomach. As the home-run strike draws all the air out of her lungs, she collapses again, and Thunder gleefully drops on top of her, making a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE--
Mel: SURPRISE ROLL-UP!!!
Marla SOMEHOW turns the tables on Nathan by hooking his arms and pressing him into the mat with a crucifix roll-up!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Nathan turns his body and gets back to his feet, immediately grabbing Marla's head and headbutting her on the forehead! Marla seems to be completely out of it as she tries to power back to her feet and collapses again, finding shelter in the far corner, parallel to where the chair was left wedged. Nathan shakes the cobwebs out of his head and gets up to his feet, making his way up to Marla and grabbing her head, putting her in a side headlock, grinding his free arm's fist into her skull just for the sake of it as he drags her to the center of the ring. But already wy past sick of the abuse, Marla draws in a sharp breath and grabs Nathan's inside leg and lifts him off the mat, surprising him with a back suplex, finally knocking him down after a while. Marla then powers back to her feet, watching as Nathan is much faster than she is to do the same thing. She is quick to make her move, grabbing him by the head and knee lifting him to the face. Now Nathan feels the assault, staggering backwards and eventually trapping himself on the ropes. Marla then makes a beeline to him, grabbing his arm to whip him to the ropes... but Nathan plants his feet down and pulls Marla back with a forearm strike. Marla is sent off balance again as she stumbles to the ropes by her side. And then Nathan notices, finally, the glass pane sitting right next to her.
Mel: And now the glass that had been prepred by Marla... It may end up working against her instead.
Dante: You don't leave someone as mad as Nathan alone with dangerous toys like those.
With a smirk, Nathan gets the glass pane, that's big enough to cover the three ropes, deciding to then lift it up and rest it against the ropes. While he does that, Marla peeks outside the ring and looks for options. She looks back into the ring at the right time though, as she notices Thunder coming for her for a lariat, leading her to bend down and grab Nathan by the waist, sending him upwards with a back body drop. Nathan grabs the top rope, managing to land on the apron, and then grabbing Marla's head with a chokehold while there. Marla reacts by jerking her own head back and forth, smacking Nathan with a headbutt to the nose, making him loosen his grip. Marla takes this chance to rush across the ring, building up her momentum, and then catch Nathan with a lariat that sends him out of the ring as he BARELY misses the glass panes outside the ring, right there by the apron! Marla then makes her way to the apron, watching as Nathan begins to rise. The Dread Wolf then runs across the apron, leaping from the ring towards Nathan and collapsing onto him with a senton, and the two wrestlers crash at ringside again ON TOP OF ONE OF THE GLASS PANES THAT SHATTER UNDER THEIR WEIGHT!
Mel: AND THERE GOES THE GLASS!!! MILLIONS OF LITTLE PIECES UNDER THESE TWO!!!
Marla looks at the broken glass mess around her and pouts, before she looks circles the ring and gets th glass pane handing from the ropes. She then takes the opportunity to use it right away as she gets up to her feet and lays the glass pane on top of Nathan's body... Or so was the plan, before Thunder shoves the pane and Marla away from himself. He gets up in somewhat of a tantrum, showing the broken glass glued to his back complaining up a storm. OF COURSE that's a bad choice, as Marla throws the most blatant low blow in the history of low blows, kicking Nathan's nether parts very shamelessly. As he curls up in pain, Marla rests the new glass pane on Nathan's back and then leaps into a dropkick, exploding the second glass pane into smithereens as it's pressed into Nathan's back! After that, Marla presses Nathan into the glass shard-covered floor and makes a cover!
ONE!
NO!!! Nathan IMMEDIATELY pushes Marla away from him! Marla rolls over the broken glass and Nathan can be heard loud and clear growling, "it's my turn now, bitch!"
Mel: "My turn now?" Looks like Nathan wants to scratch and puncture Marla a little bit too.
Dante: She's had all the advantage she could ask for with this glass, now he wants to let her suffer a bit as well.
Nathan gets up as fast as he can and takes advantage of how tired Marla is, making a beeline to her and jumping on top of her with a... full body drop apparently, squishing her into the glass shards all over the place. As she screams in pain, the shards digging into her skin, Nathan begins to stomp her back again and again and again, and when Marla turns around he starts stomping her chest, forcing all the shards into her skin. Lee's bleeding like a skinned animal now as Nathan makes his way back into the ring, only to grab the steel chair that had been wedged in the ropes. He then "wears" the chair like a chest plate as he makes his way to the apron, taking aim at Marla and then jumping, almost as if he was about to start bodysurfing with the chair... But Marla rolls out of the way and Nathan goes chest first to the pads, and the steel chair rebounds right back, making the Hitman eat all of the impact!
Mel: CRASH AND BURN!!! HE WANTED TO PRESS MARLA INTO THE GLASS BUT ALL HE DID WAS BOMB RIGHT INTO THE FLOOR!!!
Dante: And it would have been even worse if it WASN'T for the chair! He'd crash right into the sea of glass shards, that would've been... Well, worse than it already is right now!
Nathan gets up to his fours gasping for air as Marla stands up. The Wolf then picks him up by the head, lifting him to his knees. Looking at the mess around her, she takes a deep breath and then takes a few steps away from him, grabbing the steel chair and setting it up behind him. A couple more steps to her back, another deep breath and charge! She rushes towards Nathan, using the steel chair as a trampoline, propelling herself upwards and into Nathan, somersaulting over him and then bringing him down into the glass shards with her signature cutter! A cry of pain follows as the wounded Wolf gets the last of her strengths to roll Nathan over and make the cover!
Mel: MARK OF THE WOLVES!!! THIS MAY BE IT!!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Mel: IT IS!!! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!
Marla rolls away from Nathan, eyes wide as her music plays, as she's soon brought the title belt!
John: Here's your winner... And NEEEEEWWWWW SVW CHAOS CHAMPION... "THE DREAD WOLF" MARLA! LEE! CROWLEY!!!
Mel: The Dread Wolf has beaten the absurd AGAIN! And now she has the token to prove it! We have a new Chaos Champion, and this one's been a LONG time coming!
Dante: We've been following Marla Lee for quite a while now, but this... This is the crowning of her patience and her hard work! She's now the Alpha of the Chaos Division!
John Youle: The following match is scheduled for one fall and the winner will earn an opportunity at the SVW Pride Championship!
The venue’s lights dim. The audience is left to its own devices for about ten to fifteen seconds before the airy sounds of PVRIS’ “Mirrors” begins to play over the arena’s speakers. Sets of lights near the base of the entrance ramp steadily flicker and flash. The lights continue flickering as Misha LeCavalier makes her way out from backstage and stand on the base of the ramp. Misha slowly begins to make her way down the ramp as “Mirrors” begins to kick into high gear. All the while her eyes are cold and focused.
John: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds—MISHA LECAVALIER!
Misha allows the crowd to briefly take in her presence as she reaches the end of the entrance ramp. Misha walks up the steps and enters the ring then wipes the bottom of her boots before she enters the ring. The crowd begins to boo her, but she seems unaffected as she struts about the ring, judging the atmosphere. Misha smirks and then removes her ring jacket. After pulling on the top rope and testing its tightness, Misha walks to the corner and leans against the turnbuckles to wait for the bell to ring.
Melissa: She’s incredibly …. Confident.
Dante: And that’s Melissa being polite.
An array of different noises, along with a low and dull strumming of a guitar comes before the eruption of heavy electric guitar and blasting percussions blares out. Jolyne Dysart comes from the back, moving the entranceway curtain out of her face. She stands on the stage for a moment; “My World” by Emigrate blasts behind her. She nods her head a little to the rhythm of her own theme before she heads her way down the ramp. There is a small bit of the previous rhythm still in her step.
She stops mid-way on the ramp, looking through the crowd. She points upward as the singer sings the chorus, “THIS IS MY WORLD”! With a gungho expression, she chuckles to herself. From there, John goes to make the call.
John: Introducing from San Diego, California, weighing in at 140 Lbs, this is JOLYNE DYSAAAAAAAART!
Jolyne takes a moment to stretch out her arms, soaking in the crowd’s reaction. With a deep breath, she points to the ring and then takes off in a sprint towards it. She easily jumps on the ring apron. In another fluid motion, she jumps over the ropes. From the ropes, she goes onto the middle turnbuckle, ascending it. She then stretches her arms to allow the singer to re-iterate her thoughts. “THIS IS MY WORLD!” Jolyne shouts with the singer as she leaps off the turnbuckle and immediately charges at Misha, pummelling her into the corner with strike after strike!
Melissa: Jolyne is determined to get her feet firmly on the ladder here in SVW and Misha has been a real thorn in her side over recent months.
Dante: And she’s wasting no time here at all!
Referee Roger Weatherby tries to get Jolyne out of the corner, eventually managing to put himself between the two women and prise Jolyne away from the corner, warning her to wait for the bell before stepping out to call for the bell. Jolyne goes to make the attack again, but Misha manages to get a thumb to her eye before Weatherby gets back into position, giving her the advantage. Misha hits Jolyne hard with a stiff forearm shot to the back of her head and neck before turning her around to throw Jolyne into the ropes, knocking her down hard with a dropkick on her return. Jolyne tries to get straight back up but Misha doesn’t give her the time to breath, catching her with a hard roundhouse kick as soon as she gets to her feet! Jolyne hits the mat hard and Misha dives into a cover …
1 … Jolyne kicks out!
Misha leaps back on Jolyne, mounting her and hammering away at her with stiff right hands, prompting Weatherby to begin a five count that Misha adheres to just before he hits five. She drags a dazed Jolyne over to the corner then hops onto the middle rope and dives off to land a knee, only to crash and burn as Jolyne rolls out of the way. Misha clutches at her knee and tries to shake the numbness out as she pushes up to her feet, only to be knocked back into the corner by Jolyne hitting a huge dropkick as soon as she’s on her feet. Misha slams back into the turnbuckle and Jolyne leaps on the attack, charging at Misha and driving her shoulder right into the other woman’s midsection. With Misha gasping for air, Jolyne drags her out of the corner by her hair and loops her arm over her neck then hurls her back with a quick snap suplex! Misha sits up, clutching at her back as Jolyne leaps back to her feet and charges at the ropes, coming back at Misha with a low dropkick that connects with her jaw! Misha sprawls backwards to the mat and Jolyne makes a cover …
1 … Misha kicks out!
Jolyne goes to pull Misha up to her feet again, but Misha counters with a stiff elbow to the midsection, allowing her to get out of Jolyne’s grip and grab her head to drop down with a jawbreaker, a move that sends Jolyne crashing back to the mat.
Melissa: Neither one of these women is giving an inch here.
Dante: With a Pride Championship opportunity on the line, I wouldn’t expect any less!
Jolyne tries to shake the cobwebs off and makes it to her knees, but Misha takes the opportunity and runs with it, literally, as she smashes Jolyne in the face with a running bicycle knee! Jolyne rolls across the ring and onto the apron, where Misha stalks her and tries to pull her up, but Jolyne fights back as she leans through the ropes, catching her with a stiff kick to the side of the head! Misha staggers back as Jolyne rolls back under the bottom rope, but as she gets to her feet, Misha charges to attack, only for Jolyne to lift her up and over the top rope, a move that sends Misha crashing to the floor! Weatherby begins to count as Misha drags herself back to her feet, only to be met by a baseball slide from Jolyne that sends her crashing spine first into the security barrier!
Weatherby tells them to get it back in the ring then restarts the count while Jolyne goes straight back after Misha, dragging her up to her feet by her hair and slamming her face off of the ring apron! Misha tries to crawl away to put some distance between them, but Jolyne stalks her around the ring and tries to go on the attack again, only for Misha to trip her and slam her head against the ringpost as she falls!
Melissa: Ouch!
Dante: That’ll have Jolyne seeing stars.
Jolyne lands in a heap on the floor and Misha takes the time to catch her breath before rolling into the ring as Weatherby’s count reaches five, giving her time to recover. The count reaches eight and Jolyne finally reappears, rolling herself back into the ring to be met by a flurry of stamps from Misha, garnering a count from Weatherby that she ignores until the very last second again. With a fistful of hair, Misha drags Jolyne back to her feet and backs her into the ropes then throws her across the ring, catching her on the rebound to hurl her overhead with a belly to belly suplex that sends Jolyne crashing into the turnbuckle! Weatherby checks that Jolyne is fit to continue from the impact and finds himself waved away by the brunette, who uses the corner to bring herself back to her feet, only to be slammed into the turnbuckle spine first by Misha with a shotgun missile dropkick! Jolyne’s head slams back against the turnbuckle and she slumps into the corner, giving Misha the chance to drag her out by the ankle and make a cover …
1 … 2 … Jolyne kicks out!
Jolyne rolls onto her front out of instinct, but Misha is quick to lock on a Fujiwara Armbar! Jolyne writhes and screams, desperately reaching out for the bottom rope while Weatherby hits the mat to check for any sign of submission. Misha pulls back harder and harder on her arm, but Jolyne manages to edge herself closer to the ropes and contorts her body to somehow get her leg on the bottom rope, prompting Weatherby to call for the break! Misha complies and stays back while Weatherby checks that Jolyne is good to continue, but as soon as she’s given the all clear, Misha goes back on the attack, only to get cut off by Jolyne getting an elbow up that staggers Misha for a moment. Misha staggers forward and Jolyne seizes the moment, grabbing her round the waist to hurl her over with a German suplex and bridge into a pin …
1 … 2 … Misha kicks out!
Jolyne is quickly back to her feet and off the ropes as Misha tries to get up, catching her with a hard knee lift before she can get fully vertical!
Melissa: What a knee lift!
Dante: Misha’s bell just got well and truly rung.
Misha slumps back to the mat and Jolyne leaps on top of her, firing off with a constant stream of right hands, prompting Weatherby to start a count that Jolyne uses to her advantage, not dragging Misha back up by her hair until the count of four. Jolyne hurls Misha into the turnbuckle then goes to follow up, but Misha gets a foot up to connect with Jolyne’s jaw that gives her the chance to dive out of the corner and drive Jolyne into the mat with a cravate cutter! Misha rolls Jolyne over to make a cover …
1 … 2 … Jolyne kicks out!
Jolyne rolls over and Misha wastes no time in locking in a heel hook! Once more, Jolyne cries out in pain and desperately reaches out for the bottom rope, denying all of Weatherby’s questioning over giving up or not. Misha pulls harder on the hold, but Jolyne will not give up and she manages to drag herself across the mat on her elbows to grab hold of the bottom rope! Weatherby calls for the break and Misha keeps hold of it until his count reaches four. Jolyne uses the ropes for support to get back to her feet as Weatherby admonishes Misha for her actions before she goes back on the attack with a strike that Jolyne manages to block then stagger Misha with a headbutt! Jolyne tries to get the movement back in her leg while Misha tries to shake out the cobwebs and go back on the attack again, but once more Jolyne blocks her attempted strike and hits her with another hard headbutt! Misha staggers back into the ropes and Jolyne throws her across the ring, almost knocking Misha’s head off with a huge bicycle kick on the rebound! Jolyne drops down to make the cover …
1 … 2 … Misha kicks out!
Misha looks like she’s on dream street as Jolyne runs at the ropes to try and take advantage, but she gets her feet unexpectedly taken out from under her by Freya as she hits the ropes, slamming her face first into the canvas! The crowd begin to boo as Weatherby misses the interference thanks to Misha grabbing his attention!
Melissa: God damnit Freya, get out of here!
Dante: Misha and Freya have become close friends over recent times and its paying off for Misha!
Freya ducks out of sight as Weatherby turns his attention back to the match, Misha pushing past the official to catch Jolyne as she tries to get back up and plants her face first into the mat with an STO! Jolyne still shows signs of life and Misha calmly drags her back to her feet before she hits her with the Kill Me Baby lariat! Jolyne almost turns inside out with the impact and Misha wastes no time in making a cover …
1 … 2 … Jolyne kicks out!
Jolyne rolls away and manages to pull herself up in the corner, giving Misha the chance to charge for an attack, but Jolyne sidesteps and Misha is able telegraph it, hopping onto the middle rope and back into Jolyne instead, only for Jolyne to catch her and hurl her over with a wheelbarrow suplex! Misha is driven into the mat hard and Jolyne wastes no time in capitalising on the advantage, rolling out to the ring apron to land a springboard legdrop! Jolyne hooks the leg …
1 … 2 … Misha kicks out!
Jolyne gets herself in position to stalk Misha, waiting for her opponent to get back to her feet before catching her from behind to drop her with an inverted snap DDT! Not satisfied with the impact, Jolyne pulls Misha back to her feet and hurls her at the ropes, looking to set up for Take The Throne but Misha finds her bearings in time and blocks the move, instead dropping Jolyne with a DDT of her own!
Melissa: DDT’s galore in this match!
Dante: Jolyne really seemed to have a head of steam going there but Misha managed to shut her down.
Melissa: I just want to know where the hell Freya is.
With Jolyne dazed, Misha rolls her over and makes a cover, sneaking her feet onto the ropes…
1 … 2 … Weatherby spots the feet on the ropes!
Misha gives Weatherby a side eye before dragging Jolyne to her feet by her hair and locking up her arms, dropping her on her head again with the Mirror’s Edge! Misha rolls her over to make a cover …
1 … 2 … Jolyne kicks out!
Misha doesn’t waste time on frustration, instead hurrying to her feet and running at the ropes to springboard off for a Lionsault, but she crashes and burns as Jolyne gets the knees up out of instinct! Misha clutches at her ribs, gasping for air which gives Jolyne the chance to find her bearings and get back to her feet, pulling Misha back to her feet and wrapping her arms up to drop her with the Lawgiver! Misha rolls out of the ring and Weatherby heads to the ropes to begin to count her out, but behind him, Jolyne pushes back to her feet as Freya rolls into the ring behind her!
Melissa: Freya, don’t you dare mess with this match!
Dante: Weatherby, look behind you for christ’s sakes!
With Weatherby’s count at three, Freya grabs Jolyne by the arm and spins her around, looking for a strike that Jolyne blocks and hits her with a headbutt! Freya staggers back into the ropes and Jolyne finishes the job with a running lariat, knocking Freya over the top rope and to the floor below just as Misha rolls back into the ring on Weatherby’s count of seven!
Melissa: That serves her right!
Dante: Let’s not forget Freya faces Wendigo later tonight too. That may not have been her brightest idea.
With Misha back in the ring as Jolyne turns around, Misha charges and looks for an attack, but Jolyne ducks underneath and lets Misha come off the other ropes before she catches her with a kick to the midsection. Misha doubles over and Jolyne finds her spot, wrapping her up and somersaulting over to drive Misha into the mat with Take The Throne!! Jolyne dives into the cover …
1 … 2 … 3!!
John Youle: Here is your winner via pinfall, Jolyne Dysart!
Melissa: Take The Throne and Jolyne has finally put Misha LeCavlier to bed!
Dante: And scored herself a Pride Championship opportunity in the process!
Weatherby raises Jolyne’s hand in the middle of the ring as Freya reaches in to help pull Misha out to the floor, looping her arm over her shoulder to support her weight while Jolyne celebrates her victory with the fans, climbing the turnbuckle to throw her arms in the air!
Melissa: It could have been a very different result thanks to Freya, but Jolyne has overcome the unexpected numbers game.
Dante: Indeed she has, Melissa!
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Lilly’s Big Break
As we head elsewhere, we find Lilly Sheffield standing with the Aggression General Manager Mark Horton in front of his office.
Mark: Lilly, I have some news here for you. But first of all, welcome to your first Climax as part of SVW! I know you’ve been in the arena before, but Climax is SVW’s biggest show. And it’s always felt pretty special to me even after all these years.
Lilly: It’s a pleasure to be here Mark, thank you for the warm welcome. I love these big shows. There’s always a special feel and energy to them; you can tell just by hanging out here in the back that it’s a really huge night. Kinda amps you a little doesn’t it? Even though I’m not competing, I’m still sorta massively hyped up by it all.
Mark: That’s what I like to hear. Here’s what I wanted to talk with you about. I know you’ve set your sights on becoming a Pride Champion as your first major accomplishment in SVW. And I think you may have chosen the thickest division possible to start making your mark. I mean we got Luci and Sophia later tonight, and you’ve seen how impressive the champion has been. Luci’s had a meteoric rise in SVW.
Lilly nodded her head.
Lilly: Oh yeah, she’s been hugely impressive in all of her matches and has deservedly rocketed upwards. She’s been a fine Pride Champion too, putting on clinics in her defences against Syd Holt and then really pulling it out when she needed to in the recent triple threat match. All the respect in the world to Luci for what she’s accomplished in such a short of space of time. Then you’ve got Sophia who has just been absolutely fearless and relentless in her pursuit of the Pride Championship and shown a ruthless streak too. You could argue that is going to be Luci’s biggest challenge.
She paused for a moment.
Lilly: And there’s going to be a huge number of eyes glued to monitors in the back watching them go at it knowing the result could well have a massive effect on their ambitions. There’s a long queue of people who would love to challenge for the Pride Championship. Like Vivi and Sydney and Raven Knight and Jolyne and Misha and Colby to just name a few. I must be crazy to wanna throw my name into that hat.
The brunette joked with a short laugh.
Lilly: Mountains are there to be climbed. Challenges are there to be overcome.
Mark: That’s very true. And in one case, I have a pain in the ass who has been sending me emails and messages and everything else making demands. So what I want to do is start you off in the division in a match with that person, if you’re game. She’s probably going to be irritated you didn’t even mention her in that list. So I’m suggesting one on one with Kaylee Clarke. What do you think?
Lilly: I think you’re probably right. She will be irritated I didn’t mention her. Especially as it’s her house I’m going to be stepping into when her and I go one on one. And I’m looking forward to facing her. Kaylee can be pretty intense and pretty methodical in that ring; she can pick you apart and can beat in a whole number of different ways. I know that she’ll push me hard and that I’m going to have to be at my best to beat her. And I’m going to Mark… because I’m not going to flood your inbox or light up your phone with requests and demands, instead I’m going to take this opportunity that you’ve given me and let my display inside the ring persuade you that I belong in the Pride Championship; that I deserve a shot at whoever the Champion might be. And Kaylee’ll find out that I’m a whole lot different proposition to Tifa.
Mark: Well that’s where your journey begins. Good luck, Lilly.
He gives her a handshake before we head elsewhere.
“Just Like Fire” strums out of the system, bathing the arena in blue, red and white lights. As the verse is sung, Luci steps out from the back to a pop from the crowd, a smile on her face as she lifts a hand to them, raising her belt high in the air. As she drops her hand, Vincent Belmont comes out to join her.
John: On her way to the ring! Accompanied by Vincent Belmont hailing from Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia, weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds, please welcome the SVW Pride Champion, LUCI!
Lowering her hand, the blonde begins to make her way down the ramp, smiling all the way down. She stops at the bottom of the ramp and takes a step back, then lunges forward and throws herself under the ropes, popping back to her feet. She takes to the middle of the ring where she holds the title aloft to another pop before retiring to her corner, where she meets Vincent again, the two talking between themselves as the music fades out.
Melissa: This match feels like it’s been a long time coming. Some while ago Sophia Pike won an opportunity for the Pride championship, and that chance of her’s comes tonight in the form of this match.
As Voodoo Johnson’s “Dirty Angel” starts to play through the PA system, the arena is bathed in circling green lights. A few seconds pass with the guitar playing before the curtain’s pushed aside, and through it emerges Sophia Pike. The crowd boos in response, and the Emerald City Siren stretches both arms out, beckoning the crowd to make them even louder. Behind her steps Hunter Peterson, cackling to himself as Sophia brings her arms to straight in front of her, both middle fingers raised as she does.
I should have known it was a long run
Shook my head and made my way home
But when I turned and laid my eyes on the Dirty Angel with the broken halo
Spirits led me to the other side
Took my hand before I realized
Just one glance and I was tied to the Dirty Angel with the broken halo
JOHN: Making her way to the ring...accompanied by the “Emerald City Raging Bull,” Hunter Peterson...from Seattle, Washington--weighing in at one-hundred thirty seven pounds, she is the “Emerald City Siren:” SOPHIAAAAAAAA PIIIIIIIIIIIKE!
It's too late, it's too much
She’s infected me with her touch
I'm too high, she’s too low
Dirty Angel take me home
Hunter wraps an arm around Sophia’s shoulders and the pair make their way down the ramp, mostly talking amongst themselves--although Sophia takes an interest in one particular fan for a moment; long enough to laugh at him about something, anyway.
The more I drink the more I need her
The more I think the more I feel her
Creeping inside I can't believe her
The Dirty Angel with the broken halo
Hunter slides under the ropes as Sophia climbs up onto the ring apron, leaning her back against the ropes and staring out into the audience. Hunter comes up behind her, wrapping an arm around her again and shouting at the front row fans that “you only wish you could have her.” Sophia smirks and swaps places with Hunter, who rolls out of the ring as Sophia backs into her corner.
Melissa: Pike has recently shown that on her own she’s singles champion material, winning the FFW No Surrender Championship. I think a lot of the odds in Vegas are high on-
Just as the referee hands the Pride title to the outside, “How Does It Feel” plays over the PA system, and both Luci and Sophia look at the entrance in confusion as they see, of all people, a grinning Eric Sharpe making his way down the ramp. He waves to both women, then heads over to the announce table.
Melissa: Um...can I help you?
Eric: Hello Melissa, lovely evening tonight. Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just doing some scouting in this match.
Melisa: You realize you just stole attention away from a title match, right?
Eric: Of course, you want people to know that you’re the most powerful person in the room, this is what I do best.
Melisa: Uh huh…
In the midst of that distracting, Sophia takes advantage of it by shoving Luci into her corner, mudstomping into her midsection until she’s in a seated position in the corner. While she’s seated Sophia backs up, ignoring the ref’s call to keep away from the champ, and runs back at Luci with a dropkick against the corner.
Melissa: Well thanks to you Sophia got the upperhand by a distracted Luci. Couldn’t you just come out like a normal person?
Eric: Not at all, I need people to know I’m here and watching them, and Sophia right now shows she’s deserving of my attention.
Pike grabs Luci by the head and yanks her out before hitting the Australian with a series of European uppercuts that backs her into the ropes. Pike delivers a knee to her midsection before whipping her across the ring, awaiting her return to toss her across the ring with an armdrag, but locking in an armbar immediately. Luci manages to slide her way near the ropes, using her leg to break the hold. Pike lets go at four and a half, standing and stalking over Luci while she rolls her shoulder as she gets to her feet. Pike grabs her by the head, but on instinct Luci drops to her knee, bringing Sophia’s jaw down atop her skull for a headbutt, dazing the Siren. As Sophia staggers back, Luci uses this moment to kick at Pike with a big boot to the face, and Sophia lands on her back.
Melissa: All it took was the right moment and Luci got herself back in the picture.
Eric: Yes yes, a lucky shot from the champion, but she’s clearly not champion material when Sophia took so much out of her already.
Melissa:...Okay, we see where your biases lie.
With Pike on the mat, Luci takes the opportunity to run at the ropes, bouncing off the middle and rolling back to land a lionsault atop Sophia. Luci hooks the leg for a cover.
ONE!
T
Luci gets nothing else but an elbow to the cheek as Pike raises her arm up off the mat. The Pride champion rubs her face, then plants a few fists into her face. Luci helps the Siren off the mat, whipping her into a corner. Pike puts the breaks on before she hits the turnbuckles, and delivers an elbow to the face of the rushing Australian. Luci staggers back, and Pike comes to her side as she hits a Russian leg sweep on the champion. Pike hooks the leg as she tries for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Luci rolls her shoulder off the mat.
Eric: That’s how you can tell Sophia is getting work done. Look at Luci’s pinfall attempt against Sophia’s, Pike clearly did more work to keep her down!
Melissa: That doesn’t mean...god, why does my head hurt already?
Pike gets Luci to her feet, whipping the champion into the ropes. Luci comes back at Pike, who seems ready to hit a back body drop to the running Aussie, but Luci leaps over, grabbing onto Pike’s hips and rolling her back for a pinfall!
ONE!
TW
Sophia kicks Luci off and rolls to her feet, scowling at the Pride champion. Luci just smirks, knowing that she’s getting to the Siren. The champ picks herself up and ducks under a clothesline coming from Pike, and coming from behind places her into a Full Nelson lock. Pike moves herself towards the ropes, reaching out for them while Luci pulls her back with her arm strength, putting pressure on the contender.
Melissa: One mistimed clothesline and Sophia’s paying for it, Luci locking that Nelson on her opponent.
Eric: She realizes she’s dealing with a submission expert and champion, right? A lot of good that’s going to do when Sophia’s beaten so many better opponents before her.
When Pike realizes she can’t get within reach of the ropes, she uses her feet to kick at Luci’s leg, stomping her sole against it several times before the Aussie lets go of the nelson after her leg gives out on her. Pike turns around and grabs one of her arms, hitting it with a double knee armbreaker! Luci yelps, feeling out her arm while Pike runs the ropes, coming back at the champion with an STO! Pike holds down the damaged arm for a cover.
Eric: You see that, Melissa? That’s what makes Sophia an incredible wrestler and a viable client, doing doohickeys like armbreakers to secure the win!
ONE!
TWO!
Luci manages to kick out.
Melissa:...Sorry, did you just call her armbreaker a doohickey?
Eric: Not important, but what is is that Sophia looks annoyed, and I don’t blame her when she has that shrimp on the barby so close to losing that title.
Melissa: I’m...I’m trying to figure out how you can say that and still act like you’re ahead of your zombie in intelligence.
Sophia picks Luci to her feet, then goes to whip her into a corner. The Pride Champion turns it around on Pike, sending her into a corner instead and hitting a knee to her gut! Luci locks in a Cobra Clutch to the Siren, then runs forward with a bulldog to connect! Luci goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Melissa: I think Luci could have held that submission hold, but I guess she thought it’d be enough to finish Sophia.
Eric: It’s better she didn’t try for the hold, then. Knowing Pike she would have made it out of there with no trouble.
Luci rolls to her knee, stalking over Sophia while she waits for her opponent to get up, The Aussie raises her hand high, and yells loudly, signalling the end. Once Sophia’s standing, Luci runs at her with a spinning knee strike...that Pike manages to duck under! Luci stumbles while Sophia yanks her arm and kicks her back knees, forcing the champ down to the mat. Sophia kneels down with the arm between her legs, yanking back while Luci reaches out to the distant ring ropes!
Eric: An impromptu Space Needle out of nowhere from Sophia Pike! Brilliant! This match is in the bag!
Melissa: You don’t know that, Luci still has a fighting cha-
DING DING DING!
After Luci taps the mat, the ref signals for the bell, then is handed the Pride championship. Sophia leaves the hold on Luci until the ref comes with the belt, to which Sophia tries to feign surprise.
John: Here is your winner...and NEW PRIDE CHAMPION...SOPHIA! PIKE!
Eric: Never underestimate Sophia Pike, Ms. Reeves.
Melissa:...It’s Rodriguez.
Sophia holds the title high, cackling while she looks at the hard cam. Eric, meanwhile, puts his headset down and applauds Sophia, who seems at all unaware of the CEO and what he’s doing.
Melissa: Well...I think you folks at home see what Eric is trying to do, get Sophia’s attention...good luck with that. Meanwhile Pike is the new Pride Champion, and with her performance of late between two companies...god have mercy on this division.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is for a shot at the SVW Defiance Championship!!
Christian: Don’t adjust your sets, folks. After calling 7 matches in a row with a load more still to come, Emma and I offered to handle this Defiance division match where the winner gets a crack at whoever leaves as the champion after the triple threat later.
Emma: Eyyyyyy, chalk this up to the first time I get to call a match with someone I like! And in a match I’ve been looking forward to for ages, at that!
“Well you can tell everybody, yeah you can tell everybody....
Go ahead and tell everybody...
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man!
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am!
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man!”
The crowd boos as Aloe Blacc’s “The Man” hits the arena’s sound system. Through lights of gold and orange bathing the arena, the crowd stares at the curtain as Gary Gilray emerges through the cloth with hands extended and a wide smile on his face as Helena has her hands behind her back and looks around. He begins to spin around in excitement, eyes closed and basking in the presence of everyone as they boo him as Helena flexes a bicep for the crowd. Under both wrestler and bodyguards’ arms are a pair of gift baskets with exotic looking items like cheeses, butters, and fruits. They continue walking down the ramp before pushing the gift baskets through the ring. After he gets in the squared circle himself, “The One They Spoke Of” kindly hands one of the gift baskets to the ref, and puts another one in his opponent’s corner as John announces their coming.
John: From Seattle, Washington and accompanied to the ring by Helena Verhulst... He is “THE ONE THEY SPOKE OF”... This is GGAARRRYYYY GGGIIIIILLLLRRRRAAAYYYY!!
As the lights return to normal, Gilray begins to take off his rip-away suit for wrestling trunks and boots before he gives his arms a stretch.
Christian: No matter who wins the Defiance title tonight, Gary here is hoping and wishing and begging for it not to be Shane Atwater! Three times, he’s come up short. I think he’d happily take Rhea or even the Cheetah if he wins tonight.
Emma: Ehhhh, I’m not sure Gary’s too fussed. At this point he probably just wants to do Linda some damage, not that anyone can blame him for that.
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.
Christian: It’s clear who the crowd here in New York City are supporting. Linda has been eyeballing the Defiance title for a while now, but the...waterborne phoenix which really doesn’t make sense….better be on her toes here.
Emma: The Ragnal family on the whole don’t make much sense, babe. Of course, there’s a colossal difference between eyeballing and doing anything about it. Something that seems to be lacking in her department.
Mickey McGuire checks both competitors and called for the bell as the 6’10”, 305lb behemoth swaggered out of his the corner the 5’4”, 180lb Water Born Phoenix pulled on the top rope as she stretched before she kicked the gift basket he’d left in her corner off the apron to the floor on the outside. A look of hurt crossed Gilray’s face as he saw his gift rejected before his attention to Linda who was pacing back and forth in front of him before she finally stepped forward and went for a collar and elbow tie up only to almost immediately be overpowered by Gilray who sent her tumbling backwards to the ring ropes. Ragnal rose to one knee, holding onto the middle rope and stared at Gilray. She nodded her head for a moment before she quickly rose to her feet and charged at Gary, launching herself at him to drive a high knee into his chest, following it up with three stiff kicks to his right thigh before she grabbed him by the arm and sent him down to the canvas with a deep armdrag.
Christian: On the technical wrestling side, I think LInda is going to have the advantage. For Gary to thrive here, he has to find a way to use his height and strength advantage. Which shouldn’t be hard to do when you are as tall as he is.
Emma: Gary’s a giant and Linda’s about average size. It’s not a competition, is it? But can we also point out how much of a dick move that was with the gift basket?!
Linda quickly rose to her feet and caught Gary with a dropkick to his before the giant could get any further than one knee, rocking him backwards. Still he rose to a vertical base, only for Ragnal to again fire off a stiff kick into right thigh before she took him off his feet one more time with a drop toe hold. Once more Gilray immediately tried to push up, getting to his knees only for Linda to bounce off the ropes behind him and plant his head into the ring mat once more with a single handed bulldog. Again Gary tried to push upwards but only reached all fours this time before Linda came back of the ring ropes once more and connected with a low dropkick to the side of his head that caused him to roll onto his back. Ragnal made the cover, reaching to hook the leg as she did so.
On-
Christian: Linda must like playing the lottery, thinking she might get a pinfall off a dropkick. And not even hardly a one at that.
Emma: She might beat Charity Deas with a dropkick...but that’d be about it.
Gilray kicked out with authority, sending Ragnal into the air and off of him before he sat up; Ragnal striking again as she applied a rear chinlock. Despite the hold, The One They Spoke Of continued to push his way upwards, getting to his feet as Linda transitioned the chinlock into a standing side headlock, really wrenching it in on the big man who walked backwards to the ropes using them to fire Linda off him and across the ring. As the blonde returned Gilray delivered a perfectly timed knife edge chop to her chest, sending her crashing down to the canvas. Instantly the Ocean Beauty rose to her feet only to get sent back down with another chop to her chest from her opponent. Again she rose quickly, getting a third chop that knocked her down for a second and this time when she started to get her feet underneath her, Gary measured her up and this time caught her with a double chop to the chest. Ragnal rolled away from him on the mat, holding her chest in agony as Gilray raised his hand in the air to rally the crowd only to get jeered before he went after Linda.
Christian: Okay, I get irritating the crowd. But with the stakes being what they are in this match, I might wait till after I’ve won here.
Emma: Ehhhh, he had time. It’s Linda, she’s not in for much really.
As he caught up with her he stepped on the ends of her hair before he reached down, grabbing hold of both of her wrists and pulled upwards, causing her to let out a cry of pain and kick her feet as her hair was still caught and in danger of getting pulled out at the root. McGuire used the count to get the break, reaching three before Gilray looked down and with an ‘Oops’ look on his face seemed to realise that he’d trapped her hair and stepped backwards on four, jerking her the rest of the way to her feet and into a belly to belly suplex. Ragnal rose to her feet, holding her back for a couple of seconds as Gary strolled over to her and walked straight into a stiff kick to his right thigh from his opponent, that caused him to falter for a moment, a grimace appearing. A second kick landed in the same spot, causing him to grimace once more as he stepped forward regardless and raked his fingers down Ragnal’s face and over her eyes, stopping her offence cold.
Christian: That’s something I tell the girls I train with. When all else fails, a thumb to the eye will buy you a breath every time. It’s the one part of your body you can’t train or toughen up.
Emma: Unless you’re a man, of course. Not that there’s anything wrong with a good thumb to the eye, or the advantage it gives you!
With the blonde temporarily blinded, Gary began to land stiff jabs and right hooks into her stomach and chest, following her and continuing to land blows as she tried to cover up while stumbling backwards into the corner. The official ordered Gilray to let Linda out of the corner before he started to use the count. The tall man continued to deliver closed fists to his opponent’s ribcage until the referee reached four when he jerked her forward, away from the corner and scooped her upwards into a sidewalk slam, landing on top of her and staying there to make the cover.
One….
Two-
Christian: Good cover, not enough gas spent yet though. But he’s got the right idea, using that big frame to throw a much smaller Linda around...or down in this case.
Emma: You know, a little more pressure and he could have held her down. That’s letting a good size advantage go to waste!
Linda rolled the shoulder and Gilray brought her up to her feet and into a hammerlock, keeping the hold applied as he lifted her up and into a shoulder breaker. He followed it up with a second hammerlock shoulder breaker before dropping her to the mat and delivering three stomps to Ragnal’s shoulder before he pulled her upwards once more, scooping her off her feet and into position for a powerslam. He held her on his shoulder for a moment, stalling the delivery of the move as he showed off his strength to the crowd only for Linda to kick her feet and twist her body to escape his grip, slipping out of the back and landing on her feet behind him only to hurl herself into a chop block to his right leg. Gilray hit the mat hard and gasped for breath as he rolled away and tried to rise to his feet only for Linda to cut him off as she took him down to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker. As Gilray rose back to his feet, Linda lined up his right leg and drove a front kick into his knee before she grabbed hold of his head, jerking him downwards into a single knee facebreaker that sent him backwards to the canvas.
Christian: I bet that move hurts a lot worse than most facebreakers you might see. Linda impresses me as someone with very bony knees...because well the rest of her looks pretty bony as it is.
Emma: That’s probably the only way that’d have any impact on Gary, let’s be fair here.
Before he could move, Linda grabbed hold of Gary’s right foot, holding it up and began to stomp away at the back of his thigh and knee. She landed five blows to his leg before she attempted to go for a figure four only for Gilray to use the power in his legs to kick her off, sending her stumbling backwards into the ring ropes. Gary tried to rise to his feet as Linda stepped towards him, only to change her mind as she turned back to the ropes and jumped onto the middle rope, springboarding back towards him and delivered a disaster kick to the jaw of the The One They Spoke Of. The man staggered backwards and Linda moved towards him quickly, grabbing hold of him and snapped him back to the canvas with a side Russian legsweep. As they landed on the mat, Linda rolled on top of him and began to drive forearm blows into his face landing several before he rolled her off of him. The tall man shook his head as he started to push upwards, getting to one knee as Linda stalked around him, getting in front of him before she left her feet to slam her boot into the back of his head with a devastating enzuigiri. Gary collapsed to the canvas, holding the back of his head and Linda dove on top of him for the cover.
Christian: Linda looking for a knockout with that enzuigiri, and Gary looks well past dazed right here.
One…
Two…
...TH-
Emma: Not dazed enough though! That was some kick. But she’s gonna need a few more of those to get where she wants!
Gilray kicked out and pushed upwards to his feet, Linda waving him upwards before she dropped back to the ropes, bouncing off them to build momentum as she raced towards. Leaving her feet she wrapped an arm around his head and spun herself around his body only for him to catch her, hands grabbing her hips as he tossed her upwards out of the Tornado DDT attempt and as she plummeted down to the canvas he brought his knee upwards and caught her flush in the chest. The Water Born Phoenix landed on her feet only to fall backwards, through the ropes and landed hard on the floor on the outside. On the floor, Linda started to slowly rise upwards to her feet as Gilray complained to the referee about his opponent pulling on his hair and as McGuire told Gary he never saw any such event, Helena sprinted towards Linda and mowed her down with a clothesline from behind the moment that she managed to get her feet underneath her. Quickly Helena pulled Linda upwards and rolled her back into the ring; McGuire telling her to back up and leave the wrestler alone, the manager holding her hands up as Gilray came forward and delivered a back splash on Linda before he leaned back and hooked her leg for the cover.
Christian: That Helena really likes to get hands on, doesn’t she? Gilray could be close to the title shot now!
One…
Two…
...THR-
Emma: Just a pity that the one time she gets her hands dirty, it doesn’t do Gary any good! Mighta gotten the fall out of it but that’s about as far as it goes!
The smaller wrestler rolled her body to break up the pinfall, rolling to her knees where Gary locked in a shoulder claw as he pushed up to his feet and pressed down with all his weight on her. Linda’s face became a mask of pain and kicked her feet against the mat and McGuire asked her if she wanted to quit only for her to shake her head. The One They Spoke Of clamped down tighter, causing another cry of pain as Linda started using her opposite hand to try and pull his fingers away but found his grip vice like. McGuire asked her is she wanted to quit once more but instead the Ocean’s Beauty forced her way to her knees, twisting around and started to pummel his right leg with a closed fist that saw him release the submission hold only to bring his knee up into her jaw, rocking her back on her heels. He quickly pulled her upwards, taking hold of her hair and the waistband of her jeans as he hurled her shoulder first between the top and middle turnbuckles and into the steel ring post. McGuire read him the riot act, only for Gilray to ignore the official as he jerked Linda back towards the center of the ring, dropping to one knee as he fed his head between her legs and stood up, with Ragnal on his shoulders before he fell backwards into an electric chair drop.
Christian: I’ve seen a lot of electric chair drops in my time, felt a few too. But that’s one hell of a descent off Gary’s shoulders! I’d go for a cover!
Emma: So would I...but neither of us are Gary Gilray. As I said, he just wants to hurt her.
Ragnal rolled to the side with a very pained expression on her face as Gilray rolled onto his knees and took hold of her legs before he pushed up to his feet with a smile spreading across his face before he began to spin around. The crowd counted eight complete revolutions before he completed the Giant Swing, releasing Ragnal and sent her flying towards the corner. He raised his hands to the crowd following the display of strength and getting booed and jeered by the sold out Madison Square Garden. Linda began to haul herself upwards using the ring ropes in the corner, getting vertical only for Gary to charge and catch her square on the jaw with a running uppercut. Linda slumped against the pads, Gilray driving three knees into her abdomen before he pulled her out of the corner and with an arm hook lift dropped her injured shoulder first into the ring ropes to deliver his Anarchy Theory signature. Linda grabbed hold of her shoulder, staggering away from the ropes and straight into a single underhook slam. Before Ragnal could rise, Gary grabbed hold of her arm and applied a figure four wristlock.
Emma: Carrying on the theme of Linda getting somewhat ragdolled here, and to add to it all, a man that size is putting in the submission on Linda. A hold that normally wouldn’t work!
Christian: Given how Linda prides herself on her technical abilities, imagine how demoralizing for her it would be if she had to tap out to Gary.
The Water Born Phoenix let out a grunt and groan of pain as the tall man twisted and contorted her joint to cause her as much agony as possible. The official asked Linda if she wanted to quit, getting the blonde to shake her head in refusal as she tried to pull at his arms to lessen the pressure but got the opposite result as Gilray tightened his grip further. McGuire asked Linda once more who shook her head again, gritting her teeth as she tried her hardest to fight the hold. Gilray told her tap, keeping the hold tightly applied causing the blonde to moan and whimper in pain; still refusing when the referee asked. Instead she wiggled and moved her body as she threw a fist into his side a couple of times only for them to have little effect. She stopped moving as her hand started to hover over the canvas; the referee watching it closely as he asked her if she wanted to quit. He got no answer as her hand wavered and with one last effort, Ragnal kicked out her leg and managed to reach the bottom rope. Mickey McGuire instantly called for the break and started the count on Gary Gilray; the man releasing and rolling away on four, Linda rolling the opposite way as she held her wrist.
Christian: I’m not sure if Linda knew the rope was there or not, but it’s really moot now. She got the break. The referee’s asking if she’s okay. If she doesn’t answer, shouldn’t he stop the match?
Emma: Probably hoping for the best, let’s be reasonable here. Though as far as stopping the match goes...your guess is as good as mine. Never been one to pay attention to their nonsense, as you know.
Mickey checked on the blonde, asking her if she was sure she could carry on, getting no answer as Gilray pulled her up to her feet and pushed her backwards with a swagger into the ring ropes before he fired her off across the ring. She hit the opposite side ropes and came back towards him, The One They Spoke Of lifting her up on the return for a spinebuster...that Ragnal countered by spiking him into the canvas. Linda rolled away, holding her arm as she forced her way upright and faced Gilray as the big man also stood up. Linda took half a moment to measure him up before she launched herself forward and into a low yakuza kick that caught him flush on the right kneecap causing it to buckle. Quickly she rolled over and onto her knees behind Gilray only to hurl herself forward with a chop block into the back of his right knee once more that took him down to the mat. Linda cried out in pain as she connected and instantly reached for her arm as she rose to her feet and looked at the already rising gift basket giver before glancing to the corner and immediately she ran towards the ropes, triple jumping up the turnbuckles to the top where she leapt onto his shoulders and snapped off a perfect Evaporation hurricanrana that sent the big man sprawling across the ring.
Christian: She may have bony legs, but apparently they are made of spring steel! Gilray looked like he got shot out of a cannon there.
Emma: Going for the legs is about the only thing Linda can do to keep herself going right now. The guy’s twice her size!
Ragnal once more forced herself upwards, shaking out her arm as Gilray was already getting back to his feet but never got back to a fully vertical base before Linda skipped forward and caught him flush on the jaw with a superkick. Gary stumbled as he seemed to be out on his feet, grabbing the top rope as he fell into them to stay on his feet and managed to somehow stay upright only to stagger straight back into Ragnal’s path, the blonde launching herself into a lungblower that saw him roll off her knees and onto the canvas, clutching at his chest. Once more Linda was quick to her feet, giving her arm another shake before she ran towards the ropes and came back into the Tidal Wave rolling thunder senton that crashed into his chest. She scrambled quickly and made the cover on the big man.
One…
Two…
...THR-
Christian: The Tidal Wave didn’t work, it was close though. But close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.
Emma: Well, she tried. So..A for effort?
Gilray kicked out of the pinfall attempt using his strength to send Linda rolling away across the ring from him. Once more the Water Born Phoenix rose quickly to her feet and charged towards the rising Gilray once more, flipping over his back and attempted to jerk him down into a sunset flip pin. The big man windmilled his arms as he attempted to keep his balance and not fall backwards, finally finding it after a couple of minutes and a wide grin came across his face as he jumped upwards and came down with a knee drop that only found mat as Ragnal telegraphed it coming in and scooted out of the way in the nick of time. Gilray reached for his right leg as he let out a grunt of agony. Linda got to her feet and ran the ropes, bouncing back to drove her boot straight into the spine of her opponent causing him to fall forward to all fours before she stepped up onto his back and used it to jump high into the air as she came down across the back of his neck and head with a leg drop. The One They Spoke Of slumped down to the canvas and Linda forced him over onto his back and made the cover.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Christian: Another near fall. One thing that occurs to me is with the size difference being what it is, it must take quite a bit of Linda’s energy just to roll Gary onto his back as much as they have hammered each other.
Emma: You almost sound surprised! I wouldn’t want to have to roll Gary over every time I had to pin him either!
Once more Gilray kicked out and this time he rolled away from the blonde before he slowly started to push up, holding his right knee. Again Linda didn’t allow him to get fully upright as she grabbed him from behind when he got to one knee and attempted to lock in a Full Nelson as a set up for the Tribute to UC. Gary though fought against the hold, pushing upwards as he did so, countering out of the Full Nelson and into a Hammerlock. He twisted the arm as far up the Ocean Beauty’s back as possible while he took a couple of moments to clear the cobwebs before he jammed his elbow into the crook between her neck and shoulder and started to laughs. The laughing turned to screams as he ruthlessly started to drive repeated elbows downwards into the crook before he finally finished off the assault with one final jumping elbow smash to the joint and shoved Linda away from him as he completed the Wings of Hermes. The Blonde stumbled forward and fell to her knees against the ring ropes, holding her shoulder as tears of agony has started to run down her cheeks while Gilray dropped to one knee, holding his right leg in pain.
Emma: At this point, I’m not entirely sure I would blame Linda if she wanted to keep going. The beating she’s taken is enough for most people to have thrown it in alreadyl
Christian: She can take one hell of a thumping, she’s proven that in this match alone. But you have to come to a point where you ask yourself if the match is more important than your career potentially.
McGuire checked on Linda Ragnal who was adamant she wanted to continue - the blonde reaching for the middle rope as she started to very slowly push upwards to one knee. The referee took a deep breath but nodded as he turned towards Gilray, advancing on him and asking him the same question. Gary seemed to take a moment as he massaged his right leg with his hand, distracting the referee for long enough that Helena could advance down the side of the ring and deliver a European Uppercut to Linda as she leaned over the middle rope and was pushing herself upwards. The blow from the outside brought Ragnal up to her feet and she reeled away towards the middle of the ring; Gilray popping up to his feet immediately and delivered a toe kick into her gut, doubling her over and giving him the perfect opportunity to plant her head into the ring mat with the lifting cross armed version of a DDT - the DDX. He rolled her over and made the cover.
Christian: There it is! Say it with me, folks. D-D-X! I think Gilray’s got himself a title shot!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Emma: ...Say it with me, Linda: some thing are not worth it. This is one of them.
At the very last second Linda managed to roll her shoulder to break up the pinfall and Gilray went wide eyed at the referee who confirmed the two count and the shoulder coming up just before the three. Gary shook his head as he came to his feet, asking the referee for the three count only for McGuire to stand firm in his two count while Linda rolled away from her opponent and started to pull herself up into a sitting position. Once more The One They Spoke Of shook his head at the referee but didn’t bother arguing any further as he advanced quickly upon his opponent, driving a kick into her spine that saw her try to roll away from him. Gary though stopped her quickly as he dropped down to one knee and instantly took her injured arm twisting as far back behind Linda’s own head as possible for the Prayer Position. Linda let out an agonised scream and kicked out her feet in pain. She tried to get away, inching her body slightly forward but still finding her wrist trapped by the big man. She kicked out again though as McGuire asked her the question and this time her feet found the bottom rope. The referee asked for the break and began the count, getting to four as Gilray kept the hold locked in tight, staring a hole through the referee almost daring him to disqualify him. Mickey McGuire hesitated for a moment and began to pull and tear at Gilray’s arm to get him to release the hold; Gary letting go after having milked the submission for an extra couple of seconds. He rolled away to his feet, Mickey McGuire reading the riot act to him as he did so.
Christian: Gary’s a lot braver in this case than I would be. I wouldn’t want to dare a referee to disqualify me. But he knows like we do that this is Climax, and the fans wants a clear winner one way or another. So he’s giving some leeway. I still wouldn’t test it though.
Emma: I would. I’m getting paid anyway. But why the hell not either? Linda’s stupid enough to have not thrown it in.
Gilray, however, didn’t look at all concerned by the continued reprimand from the referee as his eyes stayed locked on his foe who was using the ring ropes to pull herself upwards slowly. He breezed past the referee, grabbing Linda by the damaged arm once more and hip tossed away from the ropes. He stared down at her as she landed and started to pull herself upwards once more before heading towards the nearest corner and pushing up to the middle rope on the inside, staring at her as he raised his hands to the crowd only to get booed loudly. He brought his hands together over his head in position for a double axe handle as Linda was on her knees in front of him, waiting for her to get to her feet before he jumped towards her to deliver the move… but she never did, getting to one knee inside and looking up at him before she threw herself towards his feet in the corner, grabbed an ankle and in one swift move jerked him off the rope, the back of his head striking the top turnbuckle as he fell and collapsed on the mat.
Christian: There’s a KO shot if I ever saw one! Linda should go for a cover, a nearly seven foot man dropped that far and hit the back of his head on the way down. That’s pinfall territory if I ever saw it!
Emma: That’s what you’d think, but I don’t think Linda has the awareness about her right now to know that should be a thing!
Linda sat with her back against the ropes for a moment as Gary writhed in pain in front of her, holding the back of his head. Slowly he began to rise and Ragnal forced herself to get to her feet towards him and charge at him, catching him on the jaw with a running knee lift. She spun as he staggered and instantly zeroed in on the right leg of his, driving stiff martial art style kicks into the knee and thigh before she dropped down and used her good arm to deliver a dragon screw leg whip that sent him to the canvas. She rolled through with the moment and leapt into the air, crashing down on his lower spine with a double foot stomp. Gilray cried out in pain, reaching for his lower back as he tried to rise to his feet only for Linda to grab hold of his head with one hand and drove him downwards with a sitout facebuster. Linda sat there for a moment before she started to move, floating over Gary’s body to grab hold of his right leg with her good arm and sat down low with a single leg Boston crab.
Christian: I’ve never understood the point of a single leg crab. You’d increase the pressure more using both legs, but that’s what we have here. I know her arm is hurting, but you can’t do half measures with stakes this high. You can ice the arm down later.
Emma: Supposedly anyway. And not only more pressure with two legs, but you’re leaving a leg free to swing back at you. ANd when your legs are the length that that are when they belong to a man almost seven feet tall...that’s a lotta leg.
Gilray pounded the mat with his fists before he started to pull at his face in agony. Mickey McGuire asked him if he wanted to quit but got a refusal from the behemoth; the Seattle native starting to inch his way across the ring with his fingertips, reaching out for the ropes and refusing to submit every time the official asked him. He inched forward a little more and stretched for the ring ropes, finding them tantalisingly out of reach as his manager Helena urged him on, leaning on the bottom rope and as he stretched out and this time he managed to reach it, grabbing hold of it even as McGuire told his manager to back up. Helena did so as McGuire ordered the break of the hold and used the count, getting to four before Linda released and rose to her feet.
Emma: That was quite unlike Linda. Probably trying to milk him like he milked her.
She cradled her arm against her as she turned, grabbing hold of the top rope and began to stomp away at Gilray’s upper back and landed three blows before he rolled onto his front. Linda stared down at him, driving another stomp into his chest before she looked down at Helena with a look of disgust on her face and looked as though she was about to drive a final stomp into Gary’s chest only for her to catapult herself over the top rope and crashed into Helena with a senton, sending her backwards into the barrier in a heap.
Christian: I get the motivation, but that wasn’t very bright! Linda’s not facing Helena, and she’s now giving Gary a chance to pull himself together. And she’s not faring well enough to be giving out extra chances here.
Emma: She’s a Ragnal. They’re not exactly known for making smart decisions. But she might want to turn around...
Linda pulled herself upwards by the ring apron and dragged herself into the ring under the bottom rope. She started to pull herself up by the ring ropes only to find Gilray already on his feet waiting for her as he drove a knee into her midriff and pulled her away from the ropes and into position for The Last Crusade blue thunder bomb lifting her upwards and started to spin her around only for Linda to shift her weight in midair, grabbing hold of his head as she came down into a single knee facebreaker counter. Gilray popped back up and spun around, holding his head as his eyes went glassy and Ragnal saw her opportunity to launch herself at his back, wrapping her arms around his head for a sleeper before she dragged him backwards into a lungblower. Gilray hit the mat and Linda grabbed both of his legs, stacking them up over his shoulders for the pin.
Christian: I think she calls that the OCEANIC ROSE DRIVER...doesn’t exactly trip off the tongue. But there’s the cover!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!
Emma: ...How in the name of all that is good did she pull that off?
McGuire called for the bell as Gilray kicked out, sending Linda up to her feet and across the ring as the big man rolled onto his front while the bell sounded.
John: Here is your winner by pinfall….”THE WATER BORN PHOENIX” LINDA RAGNAL!!!!
Christian: Linda has herself a shot at the Defiance title, but boy did she ever have to work hard for it! Gary was a half second late on his kick out, and Linda’s husband better be getting the ice bath ready. She’s gonna need it!
Emma: Not half! Maybe after a trip to physio first, I can’t see a reason that her arm won't be completely gubbed after that.
McGuire raised her good arm into the air and a smile crossed Linda’s face only for her to quickly dive out of the ring as Helena slid in and darted towards her. Linda raised her arm into the air once more as she backed up the ramp, the crowd cheering her as Gilray was helped up to a sitting position by his manager; the pair staring at the blonde.
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Welcome to the Hall, Misty
Melissa: Let’s send it back to earlier tonight before Climax went on the air, and hear from Misty Whitmore who joins the Hall of Fame class this year.
Dante: Extremely deserving too.
The show cuts to earlier in the night. Wearing a glamorous white dress Misty Whitmore steps into the ring with a smile that seems cemented on the young wrestler’s face. There is an air of nervousness to the Canadian as she waits for the applause to die down, letting out a sigh and wiping her eyes.
Misty: Been trying to prep myself for this for weeks now and all that just got thrown out the window. You guys are gonna make me ruin my makeup!
She let out a chuckle and composed herself.
Misty: To be honest when I was told I was being inducted I think I did what most people do in this sort of situation and pinched myself. And I did, right here on my wrist I pinched so hard I swear I left a mark for a few days. But I didn’t wake up. This wasn’t some dream, it was reality. Me, a twenty-something wrestler was being inducted into the SVW hall of fame. As dreamlike it was, this wasn’t a fantasy.
A sigh escaped Misty’s lips as she looked out at the crowd.
Misty: But that’s what it’s always been hasn’t it? A dream. I think to all of us part of this was a dream. No matter what level of confidence a moment like this is never, NEVER set in stone. And if you had asked me five, six years ago if I would be standing here being inducted into the SVW Hall of Fame I would’ve laughed. Because I’d talk about all the people more deserving, and well...to a point I still feel that way. I’m not even a quarter of a century into this life and here I am being inducted into the SVW Hall Of Fame. That alone is daunting. And I see those who have not been inducted and wonder what was so special about me that I get to be up here right now, that I get my name forever etched in the history of this company so early in my career. Not only that but alongside women who I have to credit for my development. Kelly, Raquel, Mickey, you guys deserve this. I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, and a certain pair of you did help try and remove my shoulder from my body at one point...
The Canadian chuckled showing it was water under the bridge now.
MIsty: ...but if I deserve this, there is no doubt in my mind you lot deserve it just as much if not more. Blood sweat and tears we all have shed to get here, and tonight...tonight I suppose it all comes to a head. Even if to a degree I still feel like that kid watching wrestling on TV, dreaming about one day ‘making it’.
The young wrestler chuckled.
Misty: But then I remember something my father used to tell me when I got like that when competing in gymnastics. I never liked the compliments, I felt I didn’t deserve them. My dad, being a great dad that he was, never let that stick. I remember sitting on the bleachers during a little award ceremony and I got this ribbon, this ribbon saying I won a contest for best tumbling that year. I didn’t think I deserved it, but my dad saw that as a gold freakin’ medal not a ribbon. I remember he had the biggest smile on his face too. He’d say “Pumpkin, shush and accept the compliment. They see something you don’t.” So with that in mind I say this, thank you. Thank you to all who considered me to be inducted, you clearly see something in me and for that I’m eternally grateful. Thank you to everyone who supported and has continued to support me since I started on this perilous journey into wrestling. Who stood by me when I questioned myself, or the nights I spent crying, or worse in the hospital. Of course without a doubt I want to thank the fans, because without your support I wouldn’t have made it this far. It’s for you I step out there 9 times out of 10. And every time you cheer and boo and get into it, I feel even more energized. Thank you for everything and I promise this story is far from over.
Misty cleared her throat and smiled as she looked about.
Misty: Finally I want to thank my enemies. Every single person who has tried to keep me down. Every single person who has attempted to stop my career short, thank you. Because people like you energize me in a different way. You prove that the little guy, the underdog, can stand up against those who push them around. That we can overcome, that we WILL overcome. And in a time like this filled with such stryfe, pain and turmoil that’s the message we need right now. Remember ‘They will not force us. They will stop degrading us. They will not control us. We WILL be victorious.’ Thank you everyone, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you. Without you this wouldn’t be possible, and I shall cherish this moment the rest of my life.
As she concludes, we head back to the live show.
John Youle: The following match is a last man standing match for the SVW Adrenaline Championship! There will be no pinfalls, no submissions and no disqualifications. The only way to win this match is to render your opponent unable to answer the count of ten.
The lights are killed in the storied Madison Square Garden. Fans rise to their feet in the darkness partly in confusion. They don’t wait for very long as…
“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.”
Instead of the usual introduction for Christopher Kane, the sonet continues on.
“From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou’art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy’or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.”
At the conclusion the arena is heard some static feedback is heard echoing through the arena. People know who is due out next and begin chanting for the second generation star. The tension begins to fill MSG knowing what’s going to come. Then the gentle beginning of “The Sound of Silence” by Disturbed begins to play.
“Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains... within the sound of silence”
The lights flicker on and dim back down to see Christopher Kane’s silhouette standing in the entry way. He doesn’t move a single inch as the arena crowd is shown various highlights of his on-going saga against Sunny and the Worthy.
“And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared... disturb the sound of silence”
The lowlights of his forced servitude to the Worthy and Sunny. The months, the year, of the torment and fighting between the two competitors for the Adrenaline Title.
“And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"... and whispered in the sound of silence”
And the highlight package ends with the two face to face, determination in their eyes. As “The Sound of Silence” comes to it’s conclusion, MSG is left in silence once again. That is until another song begins to play. The chanting beginning of “I Am Hell” by Machine Head overtakes the screaming crowd being flashbacked to last year’s Climax.
“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”
The same red blood rain falls down as last year as two spotlights flash to the entryway to reveal Christopher Kane not in his wrestling gear, but a pair of jeans, a white tank top, his hands taped up and the torn up Reckless Jack mask from last year in his right hand. He slowly raises it up in the air to the crowd’s delight before throwing it down to the stage. And now “I Am Hell” stops playing, the lights going back off with the rain still falling. Now? “Sleepwalking” by Bring Me the Horizon
Pyro explodes all over the tron screen and stage and Christopher lets out his father’s former signature war cry. The crowd keeps cheering as Christopher begins to walk to the ring. He’s focused, ready, and without Avery at his side ready for the war to come. He stops midway down the walkway to inform everyone that this bitch is going to die.
“Time stood still
The way it did before
It’s like I’m sleepwalking
Fell into another hole again
It’s like I’m sleepwalking”
Christopher Kane hops up on the ring apron and removes his tank top, throwing it out to the crowd. He has a focused, hateful and determined look his face and then proceeds to proclaim that he beats this bitch for good or he’s going to die trying. The blood rain finally coming to an end. Christopher storms around the ring hyping everyone up a little bit more before turning his attention to the entry way as the song stops.
John: And coming from San Diego, California… weighing in at 184 lbs… Christopher Kane!!!
Melissa: Christopher Kane has been put through absolute hell by The Worthy over the past few months, but tonight he gets the chance at final redemption.
Dante: This match is going to be ugly and it’s going to get ugly quickly.
Melissa: Kane ran the gauntlet and took out two of the three Worthy members, but Sunny managed to get the better of him. Tonight is a different story and he finally gets to remove the head from the snake.
Dante: And taking the Adrenaline Championship from Sunny would be the icing on the cake.
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 and SVW Adrenaline Championship over her shoulder. 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 as she pats the belt that now rests on her shoulder. Sunny smirks and points at the ring. Making their way down QIlin hands pamphlets to anyone who would take one as Sunny caressed the title.
John: Hailing from, Yeongdeungpo District, South Korea this is the SVW Adrenaline Champion, 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 and plotting as Qilin heads back up the rampway, but the carpet is pulled out from under her literally as Kane chances her entrance as a distraction to slip out the ring and pull her legs out from underneath her, slamming the Adrenaline Champion face first into the canvas!
The crowd go crazy as Kane drags Sunny out of the ring by her feet and begins to stamp down on her back as she lays on the floor. Referee Darren McCluskey slides out of the ring to keep up with the action as Kane hoists Sunny up to her feet by her hair then drives his knee into her face over and over again, each hit making her head jolt despite Kane keeping hold of her hair. With a sudden chance of tact, Kane spins round and hurls Sunny into the ring steps spine first, the crash of human body against steel echoing through the arena! Darren McCluskey immediately begins to count as Sunny slumps against the steel, the blood beginning to trickle from her nose…
1….. 2 …..
Sunny almost immediately comes back to life and tries to get back to her feet, but Kane tries to thwart her attempts only to get tripped by the Champion, his face bouncing off the steel steps!
Melissa: Human body is not supposed to meet steel like that!
Dante: Sunny is already bleeding and we’re only five minutes into this match.
Melissa: That is the mindset of Christopher Kane right now. He wants her to suffer like he has.
Kane bounces back to the floor but doesn’t waste time in getting back to his feet, checking his face for blood only for Sunny to meet him immediately with a huge roundhouse kick to the side of the head that staggers the challenger long enough for Sunny to completely find her bearings again and hop onto the apron. Kane turns around into a flying Sunny, who leaps onto the middle rope and crashing into the challenger with a springboard crossbody! Both competitors fight to get back to their feet, which is a battle that Sunny wins in charging at Kane as he turns around, driving him spine first into the security barrier! The fans in MSG pour scorn on the Adrenaline champion as she drags a slumped Kane back to his feet and hoists him up to drop him with a back suplex across the security barrier! Kane slumps to the floor again and McCluskey leaps into action, beginning to count…
1 ….. 2 …..
Kane manages to make it back to his feet and Sunny tries to charge for another attack, only to be stopped in her tracks by Kane picking her up to flapjack her, dropping the Adrenaline Champion face first across the security barrier!
Melissa: Talk about repaying the favour, ouch!
Dante: We knew this would get ugly, quick. And it really has.
Kane gets back to his feet as McCluskey starts to count again…
1 ….. 2 ….. 3 …..
The challenger jumps on Sunny as soon as she’s back on her feet, hammering down on her back and neck with stiff forearms before taking her by the hand and trying to throw her into the ringpost, only for the Champion to reverse the momentum and send Kane crashing head first into the ringpost himself! Kane hits the floor like a sack of potatoes and McCluskey begins to count again …
1 ….. 2 ….. 3 ….. 4 ….. 5 …..
Clinging onto the ringpost, Kane pulls himself back to his feet and Sunny doesn’t waste time, hitting him from behind with a double forearm strike to take him off balance before dropping him with a snap DDT straight onto the metal ramp! The sound of skull against metal rings out around the arena as Sunny rolls away and McCluskey begins to count …
1 ….. 2 ….. 3 ….. 4 ….. 5 …..
Kane pushes back to his feet, prompting a snarl from Sunny who hits a knee to the side of the head as he tries to straighten up then grabs Kane by the head and tries to hurl him into the security barrier, but Kane manages to grab Sunny by the head and catch her with a jawbreaker that drops her onto her backside. Sunny immediately goes back on the assault and the pair begin trading blows back and forth in a flurry of left and right fists until Sunny breaks the pattern with a thumb to the eye! Kane turns his back to her and Sunny uses the opportunity, leaping onto Kane’s back to lock a sleeper and bodyscissors combo on the challenger. McCluskey checks on Kane’s state as he flails his arms around, trying to free himself from Sunny’s grip but to no avail, the Champion just tightening her hold on his head and neck. Kane looks like he’s beginning to flag, but he finds something deep down and suddenly drops backwards, driving Sunny into the steel ramp spine and head first!
Melissa: Sunny’s head must be ringing right now.
Dante: That was a smart move from Kane here. Survival instinct kicked in.
Neither competitor is moving as McCluskey begins to count …
1 ….. 2 ….. 3 ….. 4 ….. 5 ….. 6 …..
Kane makes it to his feet before Sunny does and uses the advantage, grabbing her by the hair and driving his knee into her face again before dragging her up the ramp to the top of the staging. As they reach the top, Sunny breaks his grip and hits a hard European uppercut that staggers Kane for a second, only for the challenger to block the next strike and hit the Champion with a nasty headbutt that causes the blood to start flowing from her nose again! With Sunny staggered, Kane grabs her by the hair again and spins round before hurling her spine first into the LCD panel at the back of the entranceway! The LCD panel shows the hole in the colour from the impact as Sunny lies in a heap at the base of it, Kane holding onto the edge of the display while McCluskey begins to count…
1 ….. 2 ….. 3 ….. 4 ….. 5 ….. 6 …..
Sunny drags herself back to her feet and Kane is back on the attack almost instantly, but he doesn’t get far as Sunny hits him with a violent low blow that brings him to his knees!
Melissa: Oooof.
Dante: It’s no disqualification. I talked about survival instinct earlier and that was definitely survival instinct.
Sunny begins to laugh as Kane breathes deeply, taking a step back and waiting for him to sit back on his heels before running at the challenger and hitting him with a hard inziguri that sends him sprawling backwards! Kane immediately tries to get back to his feet, rolling to his hands and knees which earns him a huge boot to the ribs from Sunny that sends him rolling to the side of the announcer’s table on the staging. The challenger coughs and splutters as he sits himself up against the side of the table, which pushes McCluskey to start counting…
1 ….. 2 ….. 3 ….. 4 ….. 5 ….. 6 ….. 7 …..
Kane just gets to his feet as McCluskey hits seven, and Sunny takes off at him at speed.
Melissa: Dante, move!
Dante: Jesus chri-
Dante doesn’t finish his sentence thanks to losing his headset from diving out of the way as Kane recovers in time to catch Sunny and throw her over, driving her spine first into the announcer’s table which doesn’t break! Sunny arches her back, crying out in pain as Kane keeps his momentum going and climbs onto the table, wrapping his arms around her waist as she tries to get up and hurling her overhead to drive Sunny through the table with a huge German suplex!! The crowd goes insane as the table collapses below them and neither competitor is moving as McCluskey jumps in to make the count…
1 ….. 2 ….. 3 ….. 4 ….. 5 ….. 6 ….. 7 ….. 8 …..
Kane manages to roll from the wreckage of the table and get to his feet, just as Sunny manages to do the same. Kane grabs a fist of hair, but Sunny manages to land a stiff punch to the gut that winds Kane and gives Sunny time to find some bearings, running and grabbing Kane by the head to leap off the staging, driving Kane face first into the concrete floor with a bulldog!!
Melissa: My god! Kane has to be out cold! Dante, are you back with me??
Dante: …….. just about.
Sunny holds her back as she pushes to her feet, while McCluskey begins to count again …
1 ….. 2 ….. 3 ….. 4 ….. 5 ….. 6 ….. 7 ….. 8 …..
Kane is incredibly wobbly as he about gets back to his feet, catching Sunny with an elbow as she tries to go back on the attack. She staggers and we see the blood beginning to trickle from a wound above Kane’s eye as he grabs hold of the camera boom and swings it round as Sunny turns around, smashing the camera into her head!
Melissa: Those cameras cost a fortune!
Dante: Something tells me Chris Kane really doesn’t care about that right now.
Sunny crumples to the floor and McCluskey begins the count …
1 ….. 2 ….. 3 ….. 4 ….. 5 ….. 6 ….. 7….. 8 …..
Somehow, Sunny crawls her way back to the edge of the ramp and uses it to support her weight to get back to her feet, her eyes looking a little glazed. She climbs onto the ramp as Kane goes back on the attack, making a beeline for her as she tries to stagger back down to the ringside area. Kane catches up to her but Sunny throws another elbow that connects with Kane’s nose, staggering the challenger long enough for the Champion to get some distance between them and catch her breath. Kane finds his bearings and goes back on the hunt, and finding Sunny leant up against the security barrier he charges to attack, only for Sunny to hurl him over the security barrier with a back body drop that drives him into the concrete and the crowd!!
The fans in MSG express their distaste for Sunny’s actions as the Adrenaline Champion smiles a sick smile before hopping over the security barrier and going on the hunt, finding Kane just about making it to his feet. Sunny goes to turn him around, but the challenger catches her off guard with a drink from a fan, throwing the ice cold soda in her face!
Melissa: Chris Kane is getting creative here.
Dante: Maybe Sunny will appreciate the cool off!
Sunny staggers from the shock of the sudden cold and Kane finds his spot, using an empty chair as a step up to leap onto Sunny’s shoulders from behind and spike her into the concrete floor with a reverse rana! McCluskey finally gets over the security barrier to start the count as Kane pulls himself back to his feet …
1 ….. 2 ….. 3 ….. 4 ….. 5 ….. 6 ….. 7 ….. 8 …..
Using a nearby fan as a leaning post, Sunny somehow manages to get back to her feet, shoving the fan out of the way once she’s vertical. She turns around straight into a clothesline from Kane that knocks Sunny right back over the security barrier and to the ringside area! Kane hops back over the barrier with McCluskey close behind, grabbing Sunny by the back of the head as she tries to get back up, slamming her head off the ring apron! Sunny staggers around the ringside area and Kane continues to attack, but the Champion manages to switch the tempo as she catches Kane off guard with a superkick right to the jaw! Kane flies backwards and collides with one of the ringside cameramen, knocking both of them down to the floor! McCluskey immediately calls for medical help for the cameraman as Sunny takes a second before lifting up the ring apron and dragging a table out!
Melissa: The ringside area is carnage, our table is in pieces and a cameraman is now receiving medical attention! This is insanity!
Dante: And now Sunny wants to bring another table into the mix!
Kane is back on his feet and goes for Sunny, the Adrenaline Champion stopping the challenger in his tracks by raking his eyes as he grabs her from behind, the Worthy member spinning round in his grasp! With a split second chance, Sunny scoops up the dropped TV camera and lines herself up with Kane, waiting for him to turn round before launching at him with it and crashing it into his head!!
Despite the shot, Kane is still showing signs of life and Sunny cannot believe it. She discards the camera but keeps hold of the cable and loops it around his neck, using it to drag him over to the table as he coughs and splutters! Sunny continues to use the cable as a weapon, using what energy she’s got left to drag a now lifeless Chris Kane onto the table, hitting him once more with a stiff right hand before staggering back against the ring apron. McCluskey comes to start making a count, but Sunny grabs him by the collar and threatens him to stop, hissing at him “Not. Yet.”.
Melissa: Did she seriously just threaten an official?!
Dante: Sunny has gotten past the point of just wanting to beat Kane. She wants to embarrass him.
Almost hurling McCluskey away, Sunny begins to climb up onto the apron and then towards the top of the turnbuckle, but the effects of the match mean it’s not an easy task and Sunny takes her time getting to the top rope. With her back to the table, she doesn’t see Chris Kane recovering and climbing onto the apron too. Just as Sunny gets to the top rope, Kane is there behind her, catching her off guard by hitting her hard in the back of the neck and head! The pair are teetering dangerously on the turnbuckle as Kane positions himself and Sunny, balancing precariously and tucking her head between his legs and picking her up.
Melissa: No way! There’s no way he’s going for this?!
Dante: Kane is determined to destroy Sunny, but Chris it’s not worth killing yourself over!
With a momentary pause, Kane moonsaults off the top rope with Sunny in his grasps, crashing the pair of them through the table on the outside with the Unlimited Finale!! Wood spinters everywhere, McCluskey almost leaps out of his skin and the fans in MSG go absolutely insane as the pile of humanity crashes through the table! With no signs of life, McCluskey begins to count…
1 ….. 2 ….. 3 ….. 4 ….. 5 ….. 6 ….. 7 ….. 8 …..
Kane grabs hold of the ring apron and uses it to drag himself up to his feet as McCluskey’s count reaches nine, but there’s no sign of life from Sunny as the count reaches ten and McCluskey calls for the bell!
John Youle: Here is your winner and the NEW SVW Adrenaline Champion, Christopher Kane!!!
As soon as the bell rings, Kane collapses back against the ring apron as medical personnel flood the ringside area to check on both competitors. Kane just shoves them away as McCluskey approaches with the Adrenaline Championship belt, handing it to Kane then lifting his free hand in victory but diving to catch him from falling just seconds later.
Melissa: He’s done it!!
Dante: Chris Kane has been to hell and back thanks to The Worthy and tonight, he finally cut the head off the snake!
Melissa: Something tells me Sunny won’t be happy when she comes round, but she’s only got herself to blame!
Dante: Let’s focus on the big thing here. After constantly chasing for the Adrenaline Championship, Chris Kane has finally won it!
McCluskey drapes Kane’s arm around his shoulders and supports the new Adrenaline Champion as he makes his way around the ring and up the ramp, holding his new championship belt up the best he can.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall...!
Cradle of Filth’s “Feotus of a New Day Kicking” thunders out of the sound system, dousing the arena in noise as the lights turn blue and black. From the back first steps Ryan Mackenzie. As the curtain closes behind him, dry ice comes up from the stage. He turns himself towards the curtain and extends his arm, as though waiting for someone. As the music changes to something much less showy, Emma MacNamara steps out from behind the curtain, smirking as the crowd jeer her.
Anita/Tifa: Introducing first, from Glasgow, Scotland, at a weight of 140 pounds, she is “The Pretty Little Psycho”, EMMA MACNAMARA!
The pair at the top of the ramp ignore the jeers and start their journey down the ramp, the woman about half a step in front of Ryan. The reach the bottom of the ramp and Emma heads for the stairs while Ryan pulls himself up onto the apron, and sits on the middle rope to allow Emma through.
Danger warning levels hissed out loud,
I saw the silver lining hidden in the mushroom cloud
Now I’m reeling from the shock at Ground Zero!
If yesterday you would have stood up proud,
Then why tonight are you in with the stoning crowd?
Now I breathe through the feotus of a new day kicking!
Stepping through the ropes, Emma heads for her corner where she stands on the middle rope, looking out to the crowd in silence and a deadpan expression before hopping down to meet Ryan in the corner. The two share words as the music fades out.
Dante: Emma MacNamara and Leander Apollo both want one thing. The SVW championship. The problem is that as of right now it doesn’t look like either one is ready to step away from the chase.
Mel: Which means their paths have to intersect.
Multiple colored lights begin to swirl all over the arena, a violin’s melody playing across the PA system while the Tron begins to show eerie yet beautiful images of space as the song builds, it showcases the night sky on the water’s reflection, as a foot suddenly enters the frame and steps into the water, as it ripples and turns red, the entrance ramp beginning to be covered in smoke...
“RAISE YOUR FLAAAAAAG!
KOE NO KAGIRI, KOE NO KAGIRI, KOE NO KAGIRI SAKENDE!
IKI NO KAGIRI, TSUZUKU KAGIRI, YUME O MITSUZUKE SAMAYOU...”
As flashes of Leander Apollo hitting moves and applying holds on his opponents is shown, Apollo emerges from the entrance and through the smoke, a focused look on his face as he cracks his knuckles while walking down the ramp and moving towards the ring, soaking in the crowd’s cheers although never letting his focus break away from the ring as he steps up to the apron through the steel steps and enters the squared circle through the middle rope.
John: And her opponent…from Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at a two hundred and two pounds…HE IS THE “RED COMET,” LEANDEEEEEEEER…APOLLOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
As the chorus to “Raise Your Flag” by MAN WITH A MISSION begins again, the lights frantically begin to move with the beat of the song as Leander absorbs the roar of the crowd, moving to the center of the ring and taking a knee as he pounds the mat and lifts his arms up in the air, fists clenched while yelling out, hyping himself up for another round of cheers from the SVW fans before making his way over to the ropes, putting his arms across them and leaning back as if to stretch out, ready for what’s ahead of him.
DING! DING! DING!
If anyone thought this would start off as a technical classic in MSG from the jump off, they would be dead and wrong in that order. Emma immediately starts out with leaping on top of Leo the moment he finishes stretching, using her momentum to drop on top of him and begin letting out straight out haymakers in his face, dropping him on his back. She goes absolutely off on him, tagging him in the face one shot after the next before she cradles the back of his head with one hand and then one forearm, going completely in on him before she quickly gets up and begins stomping away at his face and then on his shoulder! MacNamara quickly reaches down to grab his arm and lift it upward, extending it before she kicks him in the elbow and then drops an elbow into his shoulder!
Dante: Emma NacNamara is just pounding away at Leo, hitting any part of him that moves.
Mel: Even parts that don’t!
Emma quickly grabs Leo by the wrist to force him up, The Red Comet still dazed from that initial surprise attack as she lifts him upward and forces him into the corner before loosing out a knife edge chop. After a short ‘Wwwooooooo!’ from the crowd she takes aim and does it again before grabbing Leo by the back of the head and taking off with him... Running one-handed bulldog out of the corner with authority! She finishes the sequence by walking towards the ropes, rebounding quickly before coming down on his head with a falling fist drop, catching him flush in the jaw before she collapses on him as referee Roger Weatherby slides into position for the first pinfall of the match!
OOONNNNNNEEEEEE!!
KICKOUT!!
Dante: First kick out of the night here and now Emma going for a lock up, grabbing him by the arm.
Mel: She’s going to try to slow down any suplexes, any holds, any ground plans that Leo has with a few of her own.
Shoulder up for Leo, The Red Comet quickly getting the shoulder up before wiping his mouth in silence. He shakes it off and pushes himself up and off the ground. He lets out an exhale but Emma quickly switches tactics and gets in a standing hammerlock before dropping a knee into his back before pulling his other arm back into a standing armbar, wrenching on that shoulder and staring a hole through the back of Apollo’s head. The Pretty Lil Psycho slowly raises her foot and begins to push it into the back of Red Comet’s head, letting go of the hammerlock and quickly squeezing both hands on the wrist she has in an armbar before she continues pulling... Twisting... Pulling.before she gives him a simple kick in the back of the head!
Dante: Nasty sidekick to the back of The Red Comet’s head and now The Pretty Lil Psycho is looking for something big, I think she’s going for a moonsault!
Indeed Emma takes off, running towards the ropes and springboards off for a second rope springboard moonsault just as Leo stands up... But Apollo ain’t having any of that and catches Emma under the jaw with a stiff european uppercut as she comes down, jacking her jaw and sending her to the ground! She’s sprawled out on the ground, not out after all she’s been through in her career but rubbing her jaw like “The fuck was that?” Leo reaches down and the Red Comet wrenches her up by her hair before he puts a hand on her back and motions like he’s going to irish-whip her to the ropes but instead wrenches her back, wrapping his arms around her neck and leg with a capture suplex before launching her backward and sending her to the mat! He rises back to his feet and grabs her ankle before walking around with her, circling her on her back before dropping an elbow into her shin!
Mel: The Red Comet has now switched things completely with that beautiful european uppercut counter and now things are coming up Leo!
Dante: He’ll need to keep on his toes however, Mel. At any point in time Emma will just reach in and take the momentum right back.
He reaches down to grab her wrist, but Emma pulls him into a quick small package from out of nowhere!
OOONNNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!
...
KICKOUT!!
Quick kickout by Leo once again, not expecting the small package by any means but the moment Leo gets up out of it she kicks him in the gut got before scissoring one leg around his arm, going immediately for the Scissored DDT! She begins to wrench backward... Nearly spiking his head into the mat but Apollo wrenches himself upward and counters The Pretty Lil Psycho by bringing her onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position. She realizes it quickly what’s coming and begins peppering Apollo’s head, having no interest in her being buried into the mat via any powerbomb variant that Leo is planning. He launches her up and over his shoulders before runs towards the ropes. She rebounds as well, both wrestlers coming for each other but Emma quickly springs up and catches him with a Tornado DDT from out of nowhere! He goes prone on the ground and she quickly rolls him onto his stomach, going for a camel clutch!
Mel: Emma’s going for a camel clutch! She nearly hit the Playing With Scissors but Leo saw it coming and wasn’t having any part of it!
Dante: Just like I think Leo isn’t having any part of her camel clutch!
Apollo uses his weight advantage in this regard, slowly sitting up on his knees at first before raising upward with her piggybacking on him. She attempts to get her legs back around him, before she seems to get an idea... And hooks an arm around his neck, putting him in a half Dragon Sleeper! Apollo already senses what’s coming next as she tries to get in the body scissors next, about to put The Red Comet’s Constellation Clutch Zeta on him! He has to grab her ankles to stop the body scissors but the sleeper is still applied, causing Leo to slow down. He looks as though he’s about to sink to his knees but instead he takes off towards the other corner of the ring, stopping sort and letting Emma sail towards the turnbuckle for a Snake Eyes! She crashes face first into it, stumbling back into his waiting arms for a sleeper! Emma’s eyes widen, she reaches an arm up and counters with a stunner before rolling out of the ring as Leo drops, grabbing his jaw in pain as Emma quickly scales the top!
Mel: WHAT A FREAKIN’ SEQUENCE! Emma going for a Camel Clutch, but Leo counters that, causing Emma to try and use his own submission on him, making Leo counter her with Snake Eyes! He nearly goes for that sleeper and we all know where THAT was heading but Emma counters with a stunner!
Dante: ...And now Emma’s up top and I think we know what’s coming out here!
Emma sails, Reverse High Angle Senton but as she lands on her back, it’s on Leo’s knees and not on his frame! She rolls around in pain and Leo quickly scrambles, going for a pin of his own finally, hooking her legs!
OOONNNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTHHHHHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE--!!
...
KICKOUT!!
Dante: Fall From Grace attempt but it doesn’t hit!
Big time kickout by Emma, and the first thing she does is sit up and check Leo with a nasty forearm smash! Apollo spits blood from the lip before he clips Emma with the goddamn same forearm smash, busting her mouth open as well. The crowd is immediately behind this nasty back and forth, Emma screaming at Leo for another and he obliges, forearming the shit out of her mouth! Does The Pretty Lil Psycho give a damn? No. She checks him RIGHT back in the mouth with her own forearm smash, making him spit blood on the ground before he turns right back to her and the two smack each other with a pair of forearm smashes, sending both wrestlers dropping to the ground! Weatherby looks to Apollo and he doesn’t know what to do. He looks over to MacNamara and he doesn’t know what to do. Finally be begins counting!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
Mel: I think Weatherby was confused there for a second and so would I be! Emma and Leo kept popping each other in the mouth until neither could stand now he’s counting them down!
FOUR! FIVE!
Dante: Well at least they’re both starting to stir now but we’re about to be right back to square one!
SIX! SEVEN!
At about the ‘seven’ count both wrestlers are back up on their feet and Emma swings for another forearm smash but Leo dodges it and latches onto her for a rolling German suplex, dropping her hard on the back of her neck before doing it a second time! He keeps the waist lock applied however, pulling her into her feet before he latches on the sleeper! The Pretty Lil Psycho begins to struggle however, reaching for the ropes that are far away, seething as she sticks out a leg before her movements seem to begin to slow! The former Chaos champion continues to struggle before Leo lets go of her and jerks her into position, setting her head between her legs. He gets a gotch-style grapple on her leg, lifts her torso into the air and spikes her head into the mat to complete the piledriver before pushing her over and laying on top of her!
Dante: NEPENTHE OMEGA! THAT’S GOTTA BE THE END OF IT!
OOONNNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTHHHHHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
DING! DING!
John: The winner of this match... “THE RED COMET” LEANDER APOLLO!!
Dante: After the last few weeks leading up to this, Leander Apollo gets a measure of revenge on Emma. He begins his ascent towards the SVW championship proper but this won’t be the last these two see of each other. Not with the goal they both have in mind.
Mel: Emma’s never been one to take anything like this lying down. Even when she was lying down! For now The Red Comet can breathe easy in the garden!
Weatherby raises Leo’s wrist as he gets to his feet, feeling the ovation from the crowd, nodding to himself and nodding to the fans surrounding him as Emma rolls out, a hand on the back of her neck and a look of irritation clear on her face.
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Throw the Dogs A Bone
As we head into the backstage area, we find the “Voice of FFW” Zack Hudson heading through the corridors with what looks like a contract in his hand. Whatever is written on it seems to be amusing him greatly, as he heads into the locker room where we find both halves of the Dogs of War already inside.
Zack: You guys will love this. I have good news and great news. The good news is you’ll both be in tag action at the next Aggression. And with the revolving door of competency over on Uprising, I think you’d both rather be on Aggression anyway.
Nancy met him with a hug and a kiss to his cheek.
Conor: Well, some of the guest Uprising General Managers have had some erm… what’s the term I can use for batshit crazy, badgers-in-a-barrel mad decision making without causing offence to anyone coming or to anyone who has already been and might get the job in the future?
Nancy: ‘Interesting’. Or ‘Unique’. Or ‘Different’.
The man nodded his head.
Conor: Yeah. Some of these guests have made very interesting decisions. You never really know what’s coming up from week to week sometimes.
Nancy: Aint that the truth! We’d definitely rather be on Aggression, knowing what we’re likely to get from week to week. Getting consistency and fairness. So...if that’s the good news, what’s the Great news, sexy?
Zack can’t help but grin as he recites it.
Zack: Well according to Mark, one team has been badgering about their bookings. Stating that an undefeated team deserves more opportunities, so as a result, he’s put together a match with you two facing this….undefeated team.
Once more, he starts chuckling.
Zack: So next Aggression, the….undefeated streak of Generation Eric is on the line against the Dogs of War.
Nancy: The … undefeated...streak… of… Generation Eric. We’re talking about the same team right? One of them looks like he’s spent the last week awake being seriously, seriously ill. I mean, jeez, Dad used to bring home crime scene photos with healthier looking people than him in. And the Abbot to his Costello has that weird hobo beard? Thinks he’s some kinda smart alec?
Conor: I think they might have been dropped on their head way too many times. And I’m more than happy to do it again. Give them another chance to count the bluebirds tweet-tweet-tweeting around their head and find another way for their hype man to spin it up once more and try and build up their confidence a little bit more. It’s almost great that they can continue to live in this little dream world bubble they’re constructing for themselves.
Zack: Apparently the first two matches were doctored, and didn’t actually go down the way...everyone else saw them. He thinks they are lobbying for a tag title shot. I still haven’t forgotten the match with the Sheffields where one of them didn’t even get to tag in.
Conor: Doctored. Oooooo-kkkkkkaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Hey, look, you know what? I’ve seen slumps before - I’ve been in them - and while I’ve just trusted myself to do all the little things right and know that it’ll come good in the end. Others, they just need confidence to perform.
The Canadian looked apprehensive for a moment.
Conor: These two though, they could probably mainline confidence for the next two weeks and they’d still be a pair of walking training dummies just waiting to be put down once more. I’ll be the first to say that I’m not an expert when it comes to assessing wrestling talent, but I can see when people are in a situation and it’s way, way, way over their head and this is it.
Nancy: Yeah, they might have looked good in a gym. Or maybe in some high school somewhere. Or perhaps they managed to talk their way into getting the endorsement they’ve gotten and the strings pulled to get them to this point. And if the latter is the case - I gotta tell you boys there are easier swindles and cons to pull than this and most of them don’t involve you getting a tattooed brunette smash your teeth down your throat with her forearm or elbow. Most of them don’t involve a 6’6” pretty boy Canadian throwing you around like he’s moving bales of hay around on a farm. Believe me, that’s just the start if you’re seriously lobbying for a Tag Team Title shot. Conor and I are pretty nice people who will only look to beat you up long enough to get the three count.
Zack: This is going to be a lot of fun to watch.
As the idea once again brings a grin to Zack’s face, a quick graphic shows us the match added to Aggression before we head elsewhere.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
The opening of “Unsettling Differences” by Blue Smock Nancy begins as the crowd gets on their feet and the lights dim down. Glass falling on the tron screen provides the only light in the arena as the opening of the song kicks in. Pyro explodes from the stage as sparks begins to rain down from the top of the tron screen as out steps Freya with a disgusted look on her face as the sold out crowd begins to boo at the top of their lungs. Right behind her stands Cameron Matthews, her husband, her bodyguard. She glances back at him before turning her gaze to the ring. Slowly, Freya begins to walk to the squared circle, taking her time and soaking in her newfound hate from the crowd.
John: And introducing from Miami, Florida, weighing in tonight at 113 lbs… she is Freya!!!
Once she reaches ringside, Freya walks up the ring steps and stops at the top to glare out into the crowd as longtime fans now scream obscenities at her. She pays them no attention wiping her boots on the ring apron before entering the ring. Cameron follows suit and stands right beside her as she heads to the top turnbuckle yelling at the crowd gaining more of their ire. Freya hops down does the same thing on the opposite side of the ring. She hops off and keeps that disgusted look on her face as the song fades off.
Dante: This all ties back to the Midas Touch. Freya didn’t like Wendigo’s hand in her being thrown out.
Melissa: There has been quite a bit of back and forth between these two and Twitter and it comes to a head tonight, with them facing off.
As the “Take Back The Fear” by Hail The Villain starts, Markus Vuletich walks out from the back, rolling his head between his shoulders. Standing centre stage the man takes a moment to listen to the crowd as he breathes deeply and started to stride towards the ring.
John: From Dawson City in the Yukon, Canada, standing 5’7” tall, weighing in at 172lbs and a two time SVW Champion…...WENDIGO!!!
As he gets to the ring Wendigo climbs the ring steps and hops through the middle ropes. Taking a couple of seconds he shadow boxes in the centre of the ring before walking back to his corner. Dropping onto his haunches he steadies himself by holding onto the second rope, looks up to the heavens, muttering a couple of words in prayer before his attention goes back to the ring and his opponent as he awaits the opening bell.
Dante: It was around a month ago the Wendigo took on Freya’s new partner in crime, Misha. After what happened in that match, he will no doubt be keeping his eye out for her turning up to return the favour to Freya.
Referee Philip Rivers checks both wrestlers as John makes his way out of the ring. Satisfied that neither has anything they shouldn’t have, Rivers calls for the bell to get the match underway. Both wrestlers make their way to the centre of the ring, and as soon as they reach it Freya catches Wendigo with an elbow to the jaw. It catches him unaware but doesn’t move him at all. Before he can react to it, Freya catches him with a second elbow to his jaw and then leaves her feet for a dropkick that staggers Wendigo backwards. She follows him and goes for another elbow but Wendigo ducks his head and then catches her arm, before tossing her into the ropes. Freya rebounds and Wendigo catches her, lifting her up off her feet and then slamming her down to the canvas with a thud. He straight away goes for a cover to the delight of the New York crowd and Rivers looks a little shocked at the early cover as he gets into position for the count.
Dante: Wendigo is wasting absolutely no time at all. He’s going straight for a cover to try and end this match before it has even really started.
ONE!!!
Freya kicks out and shoves Wendigo away from her looking disgusted as she rolls back up to her feet. Wendigo pops back up to his feet just a fraction of a second behind her with a smile on his face, which only makes Freya shake her head at him and look even more disgusted.
Melissa: As much as this crowd would have loved to see that, Freya was in no way ready to stay down. And she really doesn’t look happy about the fact that Wendigo even tried to pin her, never mind so early on.
With Wendigo still smiling, Freya takes off towards him and again clocks him with an elbow to the jaw, then she sweeps his leg sending him back first to the canvas. As soon as he is down Freya starts to stomp on chest and abdomen until he tries to catch hold of her leg. She narrowly avoids letting him and steps back before landing a leg drop straight across his chest. The pissed off brunette rolls straight back to her feet, as Wendigo pulls himself up into a seated position holding his chest a little. He starts to move to get up but before he can Freya comes behind him and starts to unload a torrent of kicks into his back, finishing the flurry off with a knee into the back off his head which knocks him down onto his side. Wasting no time, Freya starts to unload more kicks into his body, as she tells him he is too old for wrestling.
Dante: Freya is unleashing a vicious set of kicks into any part of Wendigo that she can reach. It’s all he can do at the moment to try and protect himself as best he can until he can get back up to his feet.
Melissa: Freya will want to keep him down as long as possible. Toe to toe, Wendigo has a definite size and power advantage.
As Wendigo tries to roll out of the way, Freya comes down hard with a double foot stomp onto his side that forces a yell out of him and causes the arena to erupt in a wave of boos aimed towards Freya. She pauses for a moment to shout at the crowd to shut up, and as she does, Wendigo uses the opportunity to roll away from Freya and back up to his feet, holding his side. Looking even more annoyed that he has gotten up, Freya charges at him and connects with a running knee to his middle that bends him double. She then starts firing forearms across his back to force him to his knees.
Melissa: There is a lot of anger in Freya. I don’t know where it has come from but she is trying to give it all to Wendigo.
Dante: She actually looks angry at him for daring to roll away and get back to his feet.
Wendigo starts to stand back up, but before he can, Freya grabs him by the head and uses a DDT to plant him face first into the canvas. Straight away Freya heads to the ropes and comes off the middle with a leg drop across the back of Wendigo’s neck. Wasting no time, she rolls him onto his back to go for the cover. Rivers slides into position for the cover.
Dante: Freya has done well to keep Wendigo down, which is what she needed to do to have a chance.
ONE!!!
TW-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Wendigo breaks the cover by grabbing Freya by the shoulders and throwing her off and away from him.
Melissa: She kept him down long enough to attempt a cover, but it wasn’t enough to keep him there for a three count. He kicked out of that with authority and sent Freya flying in the process.
Still holding his side a little, Wendigo gets back to his feet and leans against the ropes to steady himself. Meanwhile across from him, Freya gives him the evil eye as she shakes off being thrown and starts to get back to a vertical position herself.
Dante: I think playtime is over. After Wendigo getting an explosive start, Freya has pretty much controlled the match since.
Melissa: She was controlling the match, but Wendigo’s face is showing that may be about to change and Freya may want to get out of the way.
Freya pulls herself fully up to her feet, just in time to be met with the full force of Wendigo as he drops his shoulder and charges her straight into the corner. She hits back first with a loud thud and a sharp exhale as she is left bent over, winded by the impact. Wendigo backs off a little but keeps his eyes firmly on Freya as she starts to stumble out of the corner. As soon as she is clear, Wendigo takes off towards her and plants her face first on the canvas with bulldog. He quickly pulls her back up to her feet and tosses her into the ropes. As she rebounds off them, Wendigo catches her, lifts her up and turns 180 degrees before driving her into the mat and going for a cover of his own. Rivers quickly slides into position beside them to count the fall.
Dante: Wendigo has pulled himself together and taken back control of this match with a bulldog followed straight away by his DOUBLE A SPINEBUSTER. This could be the end of the match right here.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Freya manages to get her shoulder up before the three, which leaves the crowd showing their dismay extremely loudly. Wendigo doesn’t appear too put out as he pushes back up to his knees, and then straight back up to his feet.
Melissa: This New York crowd thought that was going to be it and they are showing just how unhappy they are that Freya managed to get her shoulder up in time.
As Freya pulls herself up into a seated position, Wendigo rests against the ropes watching her intently and waiting for her to get back to her feet. As soon as she does, he charges towards her and instinctively she dodges to the side out of the way. Wendigo manages to stop himself short of crashing into the corner, and spins on a dime but not quite quick enough to avoid the European uppercut that Freya has waiting for him. It knocks him back a couple of steps, but he quickly recovers his balance, just in time to avoid the elbow that she is aiming towards his jaw. Catching hold of her hand he twists it backwards getting a yell from the angry brunette, then he transitions into a hammerlock, pushing her arm up her back towards her neck.
Dante: Freya tried to take back control of this match, and very nearly managed it with a well timed uppercut.
Melissa: Nearly, but not quite. The uppercut landed on target but the elbow fell short and gave Wendigo the opening to apply the hammerlock.
The discomfort is apparent straight away as Freya grimaces and grits her teeth, and tries to ignore the raising cheers from the crowd telling Wendigo to make her tap. He pushes her arm further up towards her neck for extra discomfort and brings another yell of pain from her. She manages to lean forwards and grab hold of the rope, which prompts Rivers to ask for the break, which Wendigo does straight away. Freya gives her arm a rub and a little shake but before she can turn around to face him he puts his head under her arm and then lifts her up with both arms wrapped her torso. Falling backwards he drives her into the canvas which brings the crowd to their feet with applause. He throws his arm over and as Rivers gets into position once again, he hooks both of her legs for good measure.
Dante: DAWSON CITY DROP and I think this is going to be all she wrote!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!
Melissa: No! She managed to get her shoulder up just in the nick of time, but only barely. I’m not sure who is more surprised, the crowd, Wendigo or Freya herself!
Wendigo pushes up to his knees as Freya rolls away and onto her stomach to push herself back up. Before she can, Wendigo suddenly strikes and grabs her arm in a seated Fujiwara armbar, pulling back and causing Freya to shout out in pain. As he starts to pull back a little further, Rivers drops down to ask Freya if she wants to give in but he receives a negative response from the brunette.
Dante: Since he couldn’t get her to stay down for the three count, Wendigo now has a seated Fujiwara armbar locked in tight and it looks like he is going to leave her with no other option but to tap.
Melissa: Maybe you spoke a little too soon, it looks like they have a spectator coming down to watch and I highly doubt she has good intentions.
Misha makes her way down the ramp and climbs up onto the apron, directly in Wendigo’s line of sight. Catching a glimpse of her, he looks for a second to make sure she is not about to jump him and when she doesn’t make a move, he continues to pull back on Freya’s arm bringing another yell of pain from her. As soon as she yells, Misha starts to try to climb into the ring and the referee straight away goes to remove her. The split second distraction, causes Wendigo to loosen his grip just slightly, but on feeling it, Freya quickly snatches her arm free and as Wendigo tries to grab it again, she punches him straight between the legs. Wendigo drops onto his side in pain and Freya pulls her arm back and cradles it to her body.
Melissa: Freya has just dropped Wendigo with a punch between his legs, but she used the arm he had been targeting and it looks like she may of hurt herself as much as she did him.
Dante: Misha served as a distraction for both the referee and Wendigo, allowing Freya to not only break the hold but to deliver a low blow out of the view of the referee too.
Freya uses the ropes to pull herself up, still clutching her arm to her body as Wendigo starts to push himself up. Spotting that he is about to get up to all fours, Freya takes off towards him and delivers a curb stomp with both feet to drive his face down into the mat. With him face down in the canvas, she delivers a double foot stomp to the back of his head and neck for good measure. Misha jumps down off the apron and Rivers turns back into the ring, just as Freya is covering Wendigo. Rivers looks a little surprised but slides into position for the count.
Dante: KITCHEN KNIFE. Freya may have just stolen this match.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Rivers gets back to his feet and immediately calls for bell.
John: Your winner via pinfall……………………...FREYA!
Misha climbs into the ring to help Freya back up to her feet as she still favours her hur arm a little as the referee raises her other arm.
Melissa: Stolen is right. Thanks to the distraction tactics of Misha and a low blow, Freya picks up the win. Wait… what are they doing? There’s no need for that…
As soon as the referee releases Freya’s arm, both her and Misha start to pound away, stomping on Wendigo’s back as he tries to push himself back up to his knees. Everytime he tries they stomp him back down again.
Dante: It looks like Wendigo has some back up of his own coming, in the form of his fiancee Sydney!
Sydney hits the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. As she does, Misha and Freya and roll out of the other side and start to make their way back up the ramp with smiles on their faces, as Sydney checks on Wendigo. The camera cuts back to the smiling faces of Misha and Freya before cutting elsewhere.
With a recap of events since the Midas Touch involving the BSX and the One Woman Show including their recent handicap tag match, we head back to ringside with John standing by in the ring.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SVW Tag Team Championship!
Melissa: There’s a lot more to the story than just that video package you saw, but we’re about to see the latest chapter in a tag team rivalry that has gone for well past a year and spanned 2 companies.
Dante: There may not be two teams in SVW that dislike and outright despise one another more than these two.
The lights cut out and the Guitar riff/piano opening of Meat Loaf’s “Out Of The Frying Pan (And Into The Fire)” starts to play.
John: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome, at a combined weight of 299lbs accompanied to the ring by their managers, Kyle Kilmeade and Carson Black, the team of Charlotte Harker and SHAUGHNESSY O’NEILL….ONE WOMAN SHOW!!!
As the spotlight hits the middle of the stage, we find Charlotte and Shaw stood next to each other. Though only for a moment as Shaw extends her arms off to the side, almost jabbing Charlotte in the eye and causing her to move to the side of the spotlight. O’Neill begins to move towards the ring, Harker, following her closely, only to once more be forced backwards and to the very edge of the circle of light cast by the spotlight thanks to her partner choosing to spin around with her arms still outstretched. As Kyle smirks at Shaw’s hogging of the limelight, O’Neill rolls her eyes, shaking her head as Carson seems to tell her not to worry about it and let her performance in the ring do the talking. As they reach the ring, Harker climbs onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes as O’Neill rolls into the ring and kipping up to her feet, pushing Harker back into the corner as she once more takes center stage, revelling in the boos of the crowd. Finally Shaughnessy moves to her teams corner and seems to be giving orders Charlotte regarding their strategy for the match to come.
Melissa: Kyle Kilmeade gave the Show this tag title shot when he was in charge of Uprising, and he also gave them a handicap match with Kaoru that same night.
Dante: That’s true, but they are the ones who have to prove they can defeat the Burning Star Express. They’ve only ever faced once in a tag match, and they came up short then.
[Cue the chiptunes and 8-bit sprites! Coming dashing out from the back is Andi Takata, hopping about excitedly, while her partner Kaoru Asaka follows behind at a more reasonable pace....]
John: INTRODUCING AT THIS TIME, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 280 POUNDS... HAILING FROM AKASAKA, TOKYO, JAPAN...
[As Kaoru crouches at the top of the ramp, Andi takes off towards the crowd to get them dancing along with her, side to side!]
John: SHE IS THE RAGING INFERNO OF FEMME FATALE.... KAORU. BLLLLAZING RAAAAGE ASAAAAKAAA!!
[Asaka springs up with her fist high in the air, and walks down to the ring, past...]
John: AND HER PARTNER, HAILING FROM THE GREAT COSMOS...
[Asaka tries to get past Andi to get to the ring, as she's hopping around and excited to be here!]
John: SHE IS THE MAGICAL PRINCESS FROM OUTER SPACE...
[Andi positions herself! Step out, arm up.]
John: THE "LUCKY STAR" ANDIIIIIIIII TAAAAKATAAAAA!!!!!!
[POSE! Crowd loves it! Then both girls slide in under the bottom rope, and make their way to opposite turnbuckles.]
John: TOGETHER... THEY ARE..... THE REIGNING…...DEFENDING SVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...
[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.]
Melissa: There is no team that gets a crowd quite as loud as the Burning Star Express! They are recording break tag team champions, and they’ve got the Garden all fired up!
Dante: No team in SVW history has held those tag titles on as many occasions as Andi and Kaoru, but you can bet the jovial mood they have is about to change.
Referee Angela Rocca takes the tag titles from the BSX, and holds them high over her head before handing them off to John. No sooner than when she calls for the bell, that the BSX rush the Show all at once! Andi and Kaoru catch Shaw unaware a moment with a double clothesline over the top rope. They each grab Charlotte’s arms when she turns around, using a double arm wringer before they send her across for the ride. Harker rebounds quickly with a double clothesline in mine, but the girls duck it. And when she hits the far side ropes, a pair of drop toe holds put her on the mat before dual elbow drops follow that. As Shaw gets back up onto the apron to get inside, a pair of dropkicks sends her back down to the floor with the crowd roaring!
Dante: I told you the mood was about to change! This isn’t a tornado tag match, but the BSX are cleaning house with both members of the One Woman Show!
Melissa: And to a nicer pair of girls it couldn’t happen! Shaw’s barely been in the ring, and the champions are taking it to Charlotte!
Harker started to get to her feet before both of the BSX hoisted her up for a vertical suplex, letting her hang there for a moment before bringing her down to the mat with a thud! Kaoru rolled out to the floor as Shaw was getting up, and spun her around to deliver a volley of open hand chops to her chest. The brunette staggered backwards into the barricade, and stumbled forward into a discus clothesline from Asaka. She glanced up to her partner, who was heading to the top rope. Kaoru quickly joined her on the next closest turnbuckle while the Garden crowd was thunderous!
Melissa: Are you kidding me?! Are they going for the SPACE JAM right now!?! It’ll be the shortest tag title defense in SVW history!
Dante: The One Woman Show weren’t expecting all of this, and I think that’s exactly what the champions are about to do!
As Charlotte began to stir, Shaw hopped up onto the apron and shoved Kaoru off to the floor. Andi looked over to see what had happened when a hand wrapped around her throat. The space princess’ eyes widened as she was given a chokeslam from the top rope to the canvas by a very agitated Charlotte. The powerhouse started stomping away at Andi, and then using clubbing blows across her back when she tried to get up. Shaw made it back to her corner as Charlotte scooped Andi up, and then planted her with a running powerslam to the canvas. Harker’s face showed a very angry woman.
Dante: I think the BSX strategy might have been trying to catch the Show off guard, and it worked for a little while! But now, all they’ve accomplished is pissing off both women instead!
Melissa: Look at Charlotte’s face, she’s pissed off! I don’t think Andi’s even recovered from that chokeslam from a moment ago!
Harker pulled the alien to her feet, and fired her into the Show’s corner. A corner clothesline crushed her against it before Charlotte hung her upside down into a tree of woe. Repeated stomps to Andi’s body followed that before Charlotte made the tag. But she didn’t step out, instead barreling off the far side ropes and catching Andi with a baseball slide into her head that ricocheted off the bottom turnbuckle. Harker rolled out to the floor as Shaw made her way inside. The brunette berated the space alien before letting her collapse to the mat in a heap. She dragged her out of the corner towards the center, and then rebounded off the near side ropes in a double knee drop to her body before hooking a leg for the cover.
Dante: Andi doesn’t know where she’s at right now, and Shaw’s picking up the scraps left by her tag team partner.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOPE!!!
Andi got her shoulder up in time, causing Shaw to rain elbows onto her head before she finally got back to her feet. The crowd began chanting Andi’s name as Shaw mocked them as though she couldn’t hear them.
Melissa: Andi got the shoulder up, and she needs to get to her corner sooner than later. Shaw’s not making any friends in the Garden either!
A standing fist drop connected with Andi’s head when she started to move again. Shaw jerked her back to her feet, and bent her over with a knee to the ribs. She rebounded off the near side with a running high knee to the side of her head that dropped Andi to her knees. O’Neill caught her with a shining wizard to the back of her head that sent her face down onto the mat. A springboard knee drop to the head followed that before Shaw reached out for the tag to Charlotte. She stepped into the ring as Shaw grabbed Andi’s feet under her arms, and catapulted her into a clothesline off the ropes from Charlotte that nearly flipped her with its impact.
Dante: Charlotte’s checking back into the match, and Andi is continuing to take one hell of a beating courtesy of the #1 contenders to the tag titles.
Melissa: Everything Charlotte does hurts. And when you factor in how much more violent she’s become in recent months, she’s a force all her own to be reckoned with.
When Andi started to try to get to her feet again, Charlotte grabbed her head and dropped down into a dragon sleeper in the center of the ring. Andi’s arms flailed a bit as she was trying to find the ropes, but none of them were close by. She did manage to grab the referee’s top briefly. Charlotte told her to quit, which only spurred the crowd to chant Andi’s name again. Takata began trying to grab Charlotte’s head, but she managed to avoid that before Andi’s arms began to be less animated.
Melissa: With all the shots she’s taken already, I’m not surprised Andi is beginning to fade out in this dragon sleeper. It’s only worsened for her by the fact Charlotte has excellent ring positioning.
Dante: That’s one of the things that the Show excel at. They always know exactly where they are in the ring, and if Andi doesn’t find a way out soon, we’ll have new tag champions momentarily.
The referee asked Andi if she wanted to stop the match more than once, but Andi didn’t respond. Her arms now hung at her side as Charlotte told the referee to ring the bell. Rocca raised Andi’s hands twice, but wasn’t able to finish when a standing sidekick from Kaoru to Charlotte’s jaw broke the hold and sent Harker over on the mat. The referee escorted Kaoru back to her corner, while Charlotte held her jaw. Andi started to move again, trying to find her corner as Kaoru pounded the top turnbuckle with her hand out for the tag.
Dante: Charlotte got her dental work checked right there with that sidekick from Kaoru, and it’s given Andi a chance to figure out what the hell he is going on here.
Melissa: Andi needs to find her corner quickly, because that kick isn’t going to keep Charlotte down for terribly long at all.
Charlotte got back to her feet as Andi began crawling for her corner. Harker grabbed her foot, and started dragging her backwards. She went for an elbow drop to the back of her head, but Andi rolled out of the way. As Charlotte’s elbow hit the mat instead, Takata started on her way once more to her corner. Kaoru was leaned over the top rope reaching for the tag. Andi got her feet under her long enough to lunge for the tag, only for Shaw to pull Kaoru down off the apron and cause Andi to miss. O’Neill bounced Kaoru’s head off the canvas, and fired her into the barricade. She darted back for her corner as Andi was looking around at her empty corner. When she finally spotted Kaoru on the floor, she wasn’t vertical for very long when Charlotte snatched her up and lobbed her with a hard German suplex.
Melissa: Andi had the tag without a doubt, but Shaw made sure Kaoru wasn’t there to complete it! And now Andi’s back to square one!
Dante: If that’s square one, I hope to never be there! Because she’s getting walloped like nobody’s business right now.
Harker got back to her feet, stalking behind Andi as she began to move again. Shaw shouted for the tag, but as Charlotte went to make it, O’Neill was yanked off the corner this time! Kaoru delivered a belly to back suplex that saw the back of Shaw’s head hit the steps. Charlotte became incensed and went to grab her before Andi tried to roll her up. Harker was too strong, but a headbutt from Kaoru on the apron sent her over into a rollup! Rocca dove into position to make the count!
Dante: Turnabout is fair play, and Andi may snatch victory from the jaws of defeat right here!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Charlotte kicked out before the three, and Andi immediately rolled like a wheel towards her corner. Kaoru took off towards it, hopped up onto the apron, and made the tag to a roar from the crowd.
Melissa: There’s the tag, and Kaoru is as hyped as one woman can be! Harker’s about to run into a buzzsaw!
As soon as Harker got up, Kaoru began unloading with chops and kicks and more chops and kicks that sent her back into the ropes. She fired her across to the far side, using the middle rope for a springboard into a tornado DDT on Harker! Asaka rolled back to her feet, waving Charlotte to get up again. As Harker was up to a knee, Kaoru took off out of the corner and caught her with a spear that folded up the powerhouse. Kaoru pounded the mat, and headed for the top rope. She waited on Charlotte to get up again facing in the other direction before a bulldog from the top rope spiked her head into the mat. Asaka rolled her over and went for the cover as the referee dropped to count the fall.
Dante: A bulldog from the third floor might be enough to put Charlotte down! Kaoru’s got the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Charlotte got her shoulder up in time, and Asaka popped back to her feet. The “Atomic” star circled around as Harker was starting to rise, using a facepalm on her into a STO! She dropped for the cover again!
Melissa: The bulldog didn’t work, but that #Facepalm may do the trick! Kaoru is a one woman wrecking crew!
ONE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Once again, Charlotte managed to get her shoulder up in time. Asaka checked her corner to see Andi back on her feet, and then made the tag. Both women then ascended different corners, as the crowd got to their feet.
Dante: Charlotte is in massive trouble, and it feels like deja vu with Charlotte down and these two back up top for a SPACE JAM!
Melissa: If they hit it, they’re keeping the tag titles!
Kaoru left her feet for the moonsault, but Shaw pulled her partner out of the way. Asaka hit hard as the referee went to get Shaw out, while Kyle shook the ropes to cause Andi to land straddling the top turnbuckle. Charlotte made it back to her feet as Andi toppled over to the canvas. The powerhouse pulled her up, hitting her signature driver as Shaw Shaw came off the top rope with an elbow drop! Shaw rolled out of the ring, and jerked Kaoru with her as Charlotte made the cover!
Melissa: No no no!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Rocca called for the bell as Shaw rolled back into the ring, and jumped into the arms of her tag partner with nothing but pure elation on her face. Kyle snatched the tag titles from the timekeeper, and stepped in to hand them to Shaw and Charlotte.
John: Here are your winners…….AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWW SVW Tag Team Champions…...THE ONE WOMAN SHOW!!!!
Melissa: Say it ain’t so, Dante!
Dante: I would, but I’d be a liar! The One Woman Show are the next tag team champions, and give one hell of an assist from their manager!
Shaw kissed her title as Charlotte simply raised hers overhead. With the crowd booing to no end, Shaw climbed to the middle rope to show them her title as well. Kyle applauded roundly for his team as he was probably the only one happy about it, going by the sound of the crowd.
Melissa: The One Woman Show are on top of SVW’s tag division for the first time in their careers, and I don’t think anyone but Kyle Kilmeade is happy about it!
As the boos continued to rain down on the new tag champions as they celebrate with their titles, the show heads elsewhere.
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Missy Under Protest
The show cuts to a video with “Recorded Earlier This Week…” in the top corner, and there we find Benjamin Brown sitting in what looks to be someone’s apartment. With him sat in a recliner, the camera shows new SVW star Missy joined by Adam Grant.
Ben: Ben here with a special report being filed for Climax. I’m here in the shared home of Missy and her boyfriend, Adam Grant. Many of our viewers may recognize him as the Director of FFW’s Future Shock developmental brand. Thank you for both for joining me today. I guess we should start with why neither of you are at Climax. I know Missy isn’t booked, but..
Adam: You can blame me for that one, Ben. Ever since my experience trying to be in the arena for Missy’s first SVW match, I decided I didn’t really have any desire to try to attend any more SVW shows, which made her less inclined to want to be at them unless she was booked.
Missy: No, Adam… nobody can blame you for anything. If anybody is to blame for us not being there in person that would be Alexander Stryfe’s Administrative Assistant. With how shockingly bad Adam was treated on the night of my debut, nobody can fault him for not being there. And since he wasn’t made to feel welcome, I don’t particularly want to be there until I need to be. I’m sure the viewers would agree after the footage that was shown with just how abysmally he was treated.
Ben: Can you tell us what happened that night, Adam?
He took a deep breath before he began.
Adam: Long story short. I was deemed a security risk, and was forced to leave. The reason I was given was because someone had reported my rental car stolen. So they took me out with a zip tie around my wrists, frisked and patted down for weapons, and escorted out of the building. In the process, a watch given to me by a deceased grandparent was destroyed. I spent the rest of the night trying to prove I didn’t steal my own rental car...I did pay for it, by the way. All those things conspired to make me really have no desire to attend any SVW shows.
Missy: I didn’t even find out about the watch until recently. Which is very lucky for my sister, because if I had of known that on the night it would have taken every member of security in the building and more, to have kept me away from her. For her sake, I would advise her to avoid me when I do have matches to attend. It is one thing for her to target me, I’m used to it. She has been doing it for as long as I can remember, but to target Adam… that is just petty and vindictive. He did absolutely nothing to deserve the treatment he received.
Ben: What’s strange about all this is that you’ve always been welcome at events before. I recall DOC inviting you to an episode of Uprising, and I’ve personally seen you attending events throughout the years. You were even at Extreme Prejudice this year.
Adam nodded in agreement.
Adam: Yeah, I’ve been to a few shows over the years, when I could fit it into my schedule. I went to Extreme Prejudice because I knew some of the Future Shock girls would be in the Midas Touch, including Missy here. And I wanted to be there to support them. Look, I’m not going to make a big stink about it. It happened, it’s over. There’s nothing I can do about it now. I’m just not going to give the opportunity for it to happen again.
Ben: I’m not sure you will ever have that choice.
Ben reached into his jacket pocket, producing a sheet which he handed to Adam. The Future Shock Director opened it, and looked it over.
Ben: According to this, you’ve been added to a list of people permanently banned from ever being within 100 miles of a SVW show. In short, you’ve been blacklisted.
Missy: What the hell… blacklisted?! What for exactly? And how exactly do they think they can ban him from being within 100 miles of a SVW show. This has Cassandra stamped all over it.
Adam: Well that won’t be a problem, Ben. I won’t go to any.
Ben: I’m sorry I had to be the one to deliver it to you. If you do, you’ll be taken into custody. As far as SVW is concerned, you’re now considered a danger to the staff and talent who work there.
Adam nodded his head with a long sigh.
Missy: That is complete and utter bullshit.
Missy placed her hand on Adam’s thigh and gave it a little squeeze.
Missy: Adam has done absolutely nothing wrong, and if he’s not welcome at the shows, then unless I’m actually booked in a match, which I contractually have to show up for. I won’t be there either.
The camera zooms in on the very angry face of Missy before the clip ends, and we head back to the live show.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for... THE SEX & VIOLENCE WRESTLING DEFIANCE CHAMPIONSHIP!
“Spit shine” by Xzibit starts to play out from the PA with thick bass and the monstrous black man shows up wearing all black, making his way down to the ring with heavy steps, rubbing his palms together a hint of smirk across his face.
John: On his way to the ring standing 6’6 tall weighing 450 pounds The Fat Cheetah, Paul James!
Dante: This... This is going to be the most interesting triple threat we’ve ever seen for the Defiance championship in sometime, Mel.
Mel: You’re telling me! Paul James is one of the most dangerous opponents to anyone who faces him... And that goes for both the other challenge and champion tonight.
The opening riff from Coheed & Cambria’s “Welcome Home” rips through the speakers as the arena goes dark. In a flash of light, the Athena stands at the top of the ramp, her arms outstretched and her back turned as bright colored lasers whip around from the ramp.
John: On her way to the ring, from Tripoli, Greece and weighing in at 142 pounds... “THE MODERN DAY AMAZON”... Rhea Laskaris!!
You could've been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would've endured my world
Rhea slowly makes her way down to the ring, rolling her shoulders a bit as she makes her way down the ramp. Rhea stays solely focused on the ring, ignoring the crowd for the most part as she climbs into the ring. The Modern Day Amazon climbs the turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd, her face calm as she gazes upon the masses before hopping down. The powerfully built Greek Amazon rolls her neck from side to side and stretches, pulling on the ropes as her music stops.
Mel: The Modern Day Amazon probably considers herself Defiance champion in all but name after Uprising but both The Fat Cheetah and the champ will have something to say about that!
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, brandishing the Defiance Championship strapped firmly around his waist before stalking down toward the ring with purpose, only pausing to slap hands with a few fans here and there before he makes 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 unstrapping the Defiance belt from around his waist and holding it up to the crowd to an eruption of cheers. He nods, the hint of a smirk playing across his face before he climbs down, taking a last look at the belt before handing it off to the official and 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...He is the reigning AND defending SVW Defiance Champion….SHAAAAAAAANE ATWATER!
Dante: Speaking of the champion, Shane has seen every bit of a war with Cyclone and finally put him behind him... But here we have new challenges for him. Two big challenges at that.
DING! DING! DING!
All three competitors eye each other up warily while Phillip Rivers feels a withering look from Rhea Laskaris on him the way she stares at him. At least for a moment. Just a moment before the Defiance champion suddenly seems to have remembered all the literal hell and shit Rhea and her manager has put him through before he takes off for her, shoulder blocking her into the corner before cravating her by the neck and immediately making her eat one nasty european uppercut after the next, repeating the sequence of a cravate headlock to make sure sure she goes nowhere before catching her with another. Another again! He goes for one more but Rhea shoves him off before catching her with a stiff kick to the gut and turning things around! Now Shane is in the corner as Rhea feeding him stomps to the midsection... She stops...
BUT ONLY FOR PAUL JAMES TO RUN IN AND SANDWICH THEM BOTH INTO THE CORNER WITH A JUMPING SPLASH!
Mel: ...
Dante: ...
Crowd: OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Rhea is hugging her ribs in pain, getting sandwiched between James’ frame and Shane’s shoulder, Shoulder gets to be the ‘bottom slice of bread’ and has the proper response of mouthing ‘motherfucker’ as he hugs his own neck with the landing as both competitors are either sitting, leaning against the ropes or on their knees in pain. The Fat Cheetah however don’t give no fucks right now, he’s here to work as the crowd cheers him on, reaching one hand down to lift the head up of Rhea and one to lift up the head of Shane before he attempts to give them a meeting of the minds, sending them into headbutting each other and rolling away! Both competitors go from clutching ribs and neck to clutching heads as the big man begins to pick and choose who he’s going to tear apart first. He seems to pick Rhea and walks for the Modern Day Amazon who quickly shoots upward and attempts to tag him with one of her patented piercing kicks... But he catches her by the ankle, wagging a finger... Before he clotheslines the Amazon so hard that she does a backflip and lands face forward!
Mel: I don’t think... I don’t think Rhea was quite expecting getting a walloping clothesline like that one! Paul’s going for the pin!
Dante: This quickly in the match at that!
OOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!
NO!!
It’s a running knee trembler from Shane to stop all of this going on, taking off and kicking the Fat Cheetah who is immediately up to meet Shane, but that stiff knee to the head has already rattled James! Atwater takes advantage, one european uppercut after the next before running towards the ropes and coming back with a rebounding european uppercut. The big man doesn’t go down however and Atwater seems to say to hell with this and sweeps to the side of James, kicking him in the back of the thigh to get him down to one knee before he goes for a side standing armbar! He wrenches the big man’s arm with both of his own, putting literally every inch of strength the champ has in the grip. James smacks his shoulder, wincing slightly as Shane continues wrenching, not about to pull shoulder from socket! By now Rhea is shaking off the clothesline and takes off for James, this time catching him with a superkick square in the jaw before putting the big man down!
Dante: I don’t think the champion and Rhea meant to team together considering the animosity the two have for each other, but for the moment they’ve got Paul down!
Mel: Which means it’s time to focus on each o--THE WHALE & THE WASP!
The Defiance Champion apparently doesn’t get paid by the hour because the moment he and Rhea are facing each other, he toe kicks her, before lifting her upward and dropping her into a rolling fisherman suplex... He follows it up, rolling through with another fisherman suplex, rolling through one more time and lifting her up once more before spinning out into a sit-out spinebuster and dropping the Modern Day Amazon right on her back! He doesn’t go for the pin however, immediately turning his attention on Rhea’s weapons of choice and slaps a heel hook on her right leg right in the middle of the ring! Laskaris shakes her head in pain as Rivers asks her if she wants to quit, raising the free leg and trying to break the grip and wrap around that Atwater’s ankle has! She starts kicking at him, breaking or trying to break it but he just won’t let go for anything! He simply continues to wrench her right leg, looking to literally pop it out of its socket! The Modern Day Amazon lets out a throaty roar at the Defiance champion, going to push herself up off the mat but Shane is forced to let go when all 450 pounds of Fat Cheetah comes down on the champion!
Dante: And now in one move its the champion who suffers Paul James coming down on him! That certainly made him let go of Laskaris’s leg...
Mel: Wait... James isn’t moving! I think this is a pin attempt! He’s hooking the legs and rolling over, pinning Shane with his back!
OOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!
TTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
Mel: HARPY’S CALL!
Madison Square Garden sees Rhea climb to the top rope and come down with authority on the big man, breaking up the pin by dropping her leg across the big man’s throat with a diving guillotine leg drop! The Fat Cheetah rolls around on the mat, not obviously expecting that at all. Rhea continues the damage she’s got focused on with James’ head as he rolls over, dropping a knee on his head before rolling through and dropping another one! The Fat Cheetah rises to his feet and goes for another clothesline, but Laskaris knows better this time with a running dropkick to the chest of the big man, making him stumble into the corner. She takes off with a double knee press into his ribs into the corner before James begins to stumble outward.. And then sits in the corner. She takes off once again and catches him in the head with a running hip attack that sandwiches the big man’s head in the turnbuckle. She smirks, takes a few steps backward... RIGHT into a release german suplex by Shane!
Mel: Rhea going to town on Paul and finally seeming to get him down but the moment she seems to have made some progress on him, there’s the champion with a brutal looking german dropping her on her neck!
Dante: Always the problem with a triple threat here. No matter how successful you are one moment, the next you’re an open target for an opponent as Rhea just learned!
The Modern Day Amazon tries to break the grip of Atwater but he swings her around as she grabs his fingers and begins to physically wrench his waist lock... He looks as though he’s about to go for another suplex but she catches him on the nose with a back elbow, causing him to break the waist lock and get her in a double chickenwing! She tries to free herself but he isn’t having any of it and drops her on the back of her neck once again, this time unable to protect herself or even soften the blow! He forces Laskaris to sit now before he begins to make a motion for the Stretch Plum and gets it halfway applied but The Modern Day Amazon has to use both her legs to power out of it from out of nowhere, catching the champion in a modified looking samoan drop into the turnbuckle before both of them are laying there, Shane on his stomach, Rhea on her back and both competitors looking weary. As one has come to expect, Paul James is not far behind, the Fat Cheetah rising to his feet and sees them both laying there. He flashes a wide grin to the crowd... Before the big man takes off like a runaway train. What comes next is a running corner slingshot splash, crashing on top both of Shane and Rhea with a loud thud, Shane’s back in pain and Rhea’s ribs in misery!
Dante: CORNER SPLASH BY THE FAT CHEETAH! He’s dragging... He is dragging both competitors out of the corner! Is James going to try and pin them BOTH!?
Atwater gets dropped down to the mat first, before Rhea gets dropped on top of him. James drops right on top of them with a grin, hooking a pair of right legs...!
OOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!
TTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
DOUBLE KICKOUT!!
The Fat Cheetah rises up, looking as though he’s less than pleased by this... As both Rhea and Shane stand up... One by one they both get a hand around the throat! The Fat Cheetah slaps a big mitt around the Defiance Champ’s neck... Then the Modern Day Amazon’s...! The MSG crowd is watching with bated breath, expecting that he’s about to put them both down but with only one eye exchange they both kick Paul straight in the abdomen, hook his arms around their neck and shoulders. Both lift.
DOUBLE.
FUCKING.
BRAINBBUUUUUSSSTTAAAHHHHHH!!
Mel: I think they just killed Paul James!
Dante: A DOUBLE BRAINBUSTER BY THE DEFIANCE CHAMP AND THE MODERN DAY AMAZON! THE FAT CHEETAH HAS BEEN FELLED! ...And now ladies and gentlemen... Rhea and Shane pick up where they left off.
It takes the two to recover a few seconds to recover from lifting the big man together. They eye each other in silence, looking at James but Rhea immediately leaps onto Paul, looking for a pin... But Shane immediately drags her off! Atwater goes for a submission, grabbing an arm and gets dragged off! They eye each other once more and suddenly Atwater tags her in the stomach, bending her over but the moment he goes for a single arm DDT Rhea sends him up and over for a back body drop but the bigger man lands on his feet as she turns around! She catches him with a Monkey Flip however, and sends him dropping on his back, Atwater stepping upward only to get caught with a kitchen sink... No! The Defiance champ counters it, grabbing her ankle and twisting her around, sending her down to the mat with a grapevine ankle lock, focusing on the right leg he had been working over before! She tries to drag herself towards the ropes, shaking her head as Rivers asks her if she wants to quit!
Mel: Shane’s RIGHT back on that right leg he previously targeted on Rhea. The Defiance champion never forgets what’s been picking apart on you.
Dante: He’s weakening Rhea’s biggest weapons yes, but that will and has not ever stopped The Modern Day Amazon from trying to power through the pain. With the Defiance title on the line? It might not even be a question!
Rhea gets closer... Closer to the ropes... But Shane drags her back before he wraps his legs around it, suddenly dropping to the mat and going for a scissored variation from the grapevine! He puts dead weight on her leg while holding it and it looks as though it’s causing The Modern Day Amazon more pain then she can take. She’s roaring in pain now and seems to go still from the pain, hands flat against the mat as Shane looks as though he knows that tap out is coming... But pissed off, unrelenting wrestler that she is, Laskaris begins to pull himself, arm by arm towards the ropes until she throws her arm over the ropes! Atwater breaks the hold and looks as though halfway between being impressed and revulsed. He goes for a knee trembler as she hangs against the ropes but she shoots her healthy left leg upward and kicks him straight in the knee! Shane drops down and Rhea pulls herself up, eyes wide as she runs towards the ropes...
....
Laskaris makes the motion, the crowd knowing that Olympus Has Fallen is coming. She takes off...
...
Into a running low angle shoulder from 450 pounds of Paul James! Rhea goes down, laid out and spread eagled before Shane turns around into a lariat by James that sends him over the ropes before James drops right on top of Rhea!
Dante: DO! DA! POUNCE! Rhea got taken down by a runaway freight train seconds away for trying to go for that scissor kick!
OOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!!
TTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTTTTHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
DING! DING! DING!
John: Here is your winner... AND NEW SEX & VIOLENCE WRESTLING DEFIANCE CHAMPION... THE FAT CHEETAH... PAUL JAMES!!
Dante: The former Pride champion tonight in MSG has captured the Defiance title! It’s going to take a big challenger to knock this big man off the top of the mountain!
Mel: I don’t think we.... Uh-oh.
As “Spitshine” by Xzibit plays and the MSG crowd gives this match a standing ovation, Rhea rolls out of the ring while the former champion rolls in. He stops the referee from handing James the Defiance title, getting in James’ face. It looks like a tense moment between the former and current champion...
...But then Shane raises The Fat Cheetah’s arm himself to the cheers of the crowd. The two men share some words before Shane hands James the title. It’s hard to tell what words are being exchanged but Atwater rolls out of the ring as James has his moment, raising the championship as Rhea watches on, wincing on her leg with narrowed eyes out of the ring.
A highlight package shows us the months of David Cyclone infuriating each member of the McFarlane family since he arrived in 2016. It also shows the final explosion at Extreme Prejudice when his wife, Jo, went after him in the Midas Touch. From there, we cut back to ringside with an enormous buzz rumbling through the Garden.
Dante: I can’t tell you how much I’ve looked forward to this! I have never a husband and wife face one another, much less with all the animosity in this one. No better place than Climax for this. Caroline Dallins has joined me, who is Jo McFarlane’s best friend and tag partner. Caroline, I understand why you wanted to see this in person.
Caroline: I wanna see Jo get her absolution so to speak. I was there for the zenith of her career in FFW. I wanna be here for... Other reasons.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The beat to Jungle by X Ambassadors, Jamie N Commons kicks into the sound system, as David Cyclone makes his way from behind the curtain holding a Lucozade bottle in his right hand. Blue lights flash around the arena as he makes his way to the ring, shrugging off the crowd as he walks down the aisle.
John: Making his way down the aisle, from Bournemouth, England. Weighing 226 lbs, “Mr Main Event” David…Cyclone!!!!
He takes a swig of his drink and spits it out in the air as he walks up the ring steps and struts along the ring apron. He enters the ring through the top and middle rope and walks over to the furthest turnbuckle. He climbs up onto the second rope and poses for the crowd.
Dante: I have never seen a man infuriate his family to the depths that David Cyclone has. There’s no question in my mind that his wife has bad...bad intentions for this man tonight.
Caroline: And maybe... Maybe that’s where healing comes from. Get it all out of their systems and that’s it.
The arena darkens, with only strobe lights which pulse gently giving any kind of light to the arena. Lights on the ramp pulse in pink and white, while in the middle of the ring, spotlights form the Irish Tricolour, all of this while dry ice is coming up from the stage and ramp, generating a buzz from the crowd. It’s then that the dark, sweeping entrance of Ronan Hardiman’s “Warriors” comes in, and a spotlight focuses on the stage, to which Jo McFarlane comes out from behind the curtain, to the cheers of the fans.
John: And his opponent, hailing from Edinburgh Scotland, by way of Derry, Northern Ireland, weighing one-hundred-and-twenty-seven-pounds, she is “The Living Firework” JOOOOO MCAFAAAAARLANE!
With the announcement out of the way, and the song underway, the redhead starts her way down the ramp, high fiving the fans as she heads down. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, she then turns to go around the ring, and carries on with the fans until she has gone full circle. Then, standing at the steps, she reaches across herself and removes her dress, handing it to an attendant. As the music picks up pace, she moves quickly towards and up them, her shoes clacking off of the steps, and she spins around, using the ropes until she gets to dead centre between them. From there, she bounces over the rope and lands on her feet, taking off towards her corner and vaulting herself onto the middle turnbuckle, posing briefly for the fans. She then hops down, waiting for what may come next while the music dies down.
Dante: Jo McFarlane has not taken her eyes off her husband, and it’s not because she is happy to see him. She’s the reigning FFW Champion, but in this environment, she’s a pissed off wife!
Caroline: I dunno Dante. She may be both at once. Either way Cyc should be worried.
Referee Angela Rocca called for the bell to start the match, and the live crowd was already on its feet with anticipation. Cyclone headed for the center of the ring, already talking to Jo and seemingly trying to make amends. But the redhead didn’t seem all too interested in that as she moved towards him. However, that didn’t deter her husband from continuing to try to talk to his wife. He apologized to her again and again, telling her he didn’t want this match. He then saw he was getting nowhere before he laid down on the canvas, telling her to cover him. The redhead looked down to him, and the referee who shook her head.
Dante: He’s gonna lay down for Jo? I can’t believe David Cyclone is offering to throw this match, but there it is. He’s telling her to cover him right now!
Caroline: I mean... In a way, I kind of get the logic. He doesn’t wanna do this with his wife so is taking the quickest route but still... Will he actually?
Jo looked around at the crowd for a moment, whom were making it clear that they didn’t want to see it end like that. She looked down to her husband again, as he told her to cover him and let’s talk about it in the back. Jo seemed to relent and lean down towards him….until he surprised her and rolled her up into a small package that the referee dropped to count!
Caroline: ........................Goddamit.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR-NOOOOO!!
Jo kicked out before the three came down, as Cyclone got to his feet. He glanced over to the referee, and right back into the furious eyes of his wife as she slugged him right in the mouth. Three more shots landed on his jaw before Jo grabbed his head, and delivered a codebreaker that flipped over onto his back.
Dante: He tried to swerve his own wife, and it backfired! Good Lord, did it backfire! Jo’s somehow even more incensed than she was before, and I didn’t think that was possible.
Cyclone tried to get to his feet as Jo rebounded off the far side. As soon as he turned around, she left her feet with a Thesz press before unloading with furious right hands all over again right to his head. The crowd ate it up as Jo finished the flurry of rights with an elbow right between his eyes before she got back to her feet. Her teeth gritted, she paced back and forth and screamed at him to get up.
Dante: I’ve seen hundreds of Jo McFarlane matches. This isn’t the cool customer we’re used to seeing. This is a pissed off Scot, who wants her husband to get up so she can knock him down again!
Caroline: In fairness she’s always had a bit of a temper on her, she just controls it better than most would believe.
As the former Defiance Champion began to get to his feet, Jo pulled him up by the arm and tore into his chest with knife edge chops that sounded throughout the arena. She fired him across into the far corner, and bolted in after him as he hit back first. She caught him with a midair knee strike to the side of the head that sent him staggering out as his wife hopped up onto the middle turnbuckle. She shouted his name with anger, and caused him to turn around into a spinning roundhouse kick to the jaw! He collapsed to the canvas as the crowd roared in approval.
Dante: David Cyclone is getting his clock cleaned, courtesy of the FFW Champion who just happens to be his wife! To a nicer guy it couldn’t happen!
Caroline: This is slap-slap-kiss without any kiss.
The former Defiance Champion tried to crawl away, but had trouble keeping his balance after the roundhouse kick. He finally backed into the ropes, and turned around on his knees to ask his wife for forgiveness. She slowed down her pursuit of him as he got to his feet up, holding up both of his hands to apologize again. Jo’s anger seemed to be subsiding slightly still as he tried to talk his way out of it, offering her his hand.
Dante: I wouldn’t trust David Cyclone if his tongue was notarized, but he’s pleading with his wife to let bygones be bygones. And Jo….she may be considering it right now.
Caroline: Thoughts of better times, better moments may be making Jo consider hearing out./
He kept his hand outstretched, asking for her hand as well. Jo stared at him, and then down to his outstretched hand. She finally reached forward to take it….before he pulled her into him and poked his thumb into her eye. The boos rained from the Garden as Cyclone started firing elbow smashes into the side of her head, still holding her other hand in the process. Jo dropped to her knee, got pulled up, and hammered with an elbow to the mouth again. Cyclone never let go of her hand though, yanking her back to her feet jerking her into a belly to belly suplex. He got back to his feet to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Caroline: I imagine Cyc has a devil and angel on his shoulder with every move he takes on Jo... And he listens to the devil against even his own better judgment. He’ll learn today.
Dante:
He pulled his wife back to her feet, hooking her head into a front facelock before firing knees into her body repeatedly. A gutwrench suplex planted her on the canvas before he got to his feet, measured and dropped a knee into her head before he rolled to a seat on the canvas with a little smile on his face as he listened to the irate crowd. He got back to his feet, seeing his wife starting to get to her hands and knees. A swift kick into her ribs lifted her off the mat, and folded her in half on the canvas. Another knee drop landed on her ribs before he pulled her up, and applied an abdominal stretch. Rocca moved around in front of Jo, asking her if she wanted to submit. As she did this, Cyclone reached behind him and grabbed the top rope to increase the pressure, causing Jo to grimace in more pain. The referee peered around to see Cyclone scratching the back of his head while she was looking, and right back to grabbing the top rope when she wasn’t.
Caroline: I thought he DIDN’T want this match...
Dante:
Jo’s face showed abject pain as Rocca peered around again, seeing Cyclone wave at her with his free hand till she turned away again. Once more, he grabbed the rope for added leverage until the referee looked around the other direction. This time, she caught him and kicked his hand off the rope, which allowed Jo to use a hip toss to send him over to the mat. She doubled over as she clutched her ribs, but Cyclone delivered a running kneelift into her face that sent her backwards into the corner. He lowered his shoulder, and began to drive thrusts into her ribs. Cyclone loaded her over his shoulder, walked out of the corner, and snapped her down with an Alabama Slam to the canvas. A leaping leg drop to her chest followed that before he reached across for her leg to make a cover. Rocca dropped to count it.
Dante: Jo’s head and body ricocheted off the canvas after that, and Cyclone’s gonna send New York City home pissed right here!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEE-NOPE!!
Jo kicked out before the three came down, causing Cyclone to roll to his feet. He looked around at the sold out Garden crowd, none of whom were supporting him. He shrugged his shoulders, and headed for the corner as his wife tried to get to her feet.
Caroline: I’m impressed he’s so devil-may-care with this match. Impressed in that I’m impressed how flippant he is.
As soon as she was vertical again, Cyclone took off out of the corner and connected with a spear that drove her into the mat.
Dante: He just hit his GUT CHECK on his wife, folks! If Cyclone wins this match, he better have a car waiting after this match to get him the hell out of town!
He got back to his feet, the smile still on his face as he seemed to think about going for the cover but decided against it. Cyclone watched her for a moment, and then glanced over to the referee, who seemed disgusted with him herself. He raised his hands to deliver a clubbing blow to her back….until Jo sat up on her knees and grabbed a handful of his manhood. Her hand began squeezing, and causing him to shout in pain as she started back to her feet.
Dante: David Cyclone took a little too long, and now….oh boy...Jo’s got herself a handful of the family jewels! She may be about to make herself some earrings!
Caroline: Jo giveth pleasure. Jo giveth pain.
Still holding onto him, she began firing straight right hands into his face one after another. The live crowd started getting behind her once more before she gave a wrench of her other hand, and caused him to drop to his knees in agony. McFarlane hit the near side ropes, and caught him with a big boot across the face to put him back down. She grabbed his feet in her hands, and pulled his legs apart. She looked out to the crowd begging her to hit him there!
Caroline: She knows how to hit Cyc without getting a DQ. I think that’s what terrifies him most.
Cyclone begged her not to before she left her feet with a double leg drop between them. She rolled back to her feet, still favoring her ribs as her husband was nearly in the fetal position on the mat. The redhead rolled out to the floor, grabbing his feet again and pulling him around the ring post. She grabbed his ankles again, and applied a figure four leglock around the post as her husband shouted in agony. Jo hung upside down, pulling with everything she had till he referee got close to counting her out before she let go.
Dante: I don’t ever recall Jo McFarlane using a figure four around the ring post, but I also don’t recall anyone infuriating her as much as her own husband has done!
Caroline: ...I’m having the strangest flashback.
Jo grabbed his leg, and then wrapped it around the ring post as hard as she could. She snapped it across the post again before she rolled back inside. Her husband crawled away from her towards the other side of the ring. He used the ropes to help him get up, not to mention hold him up as Jo stared across at him. He held up his hand again, asking her for mercy as his knee was really hurt now.
Dante: Once again, David Cyclone is asking for leniency from a very pissed off wife. But absolutely no one in Madison Square Garden thinks he deserves it!
Caroline: Well I’m sure if you ask him. Probably.
Jo slowed down a moment as he dropped to his knees on the canvas facing the crowd. She looked over to the referee as Cyclone pointed to something in the corner. When the referee looked to see what it was, he caught Jo with a right cross with brass knucks to the jaw that dropped her like a rock. He quickly stuffed them back into his trunks before the referee turned back, telling him she didn’t see anything.
Caroline: ....................................................................
He crawled across quickly, grabbing her leg as he rolled through for a cover. Rocca slid right into position to make the count.
Dante: Don’t tell me David Cyclone is gonna defeat his wife….with brass knucks!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Jo’s shoulder popped up as he looked to the referee with disbelief in his eyes. She held up two fingers to confirm it for him, causing him to curse audibly and get back to his feet.
Caroline: I dunno why he’s surprised. Cyc’s certainly beat many odds... Why is he so surprised his wife is on if not above the same level?
He hobbled towards the corner with his bad leg, and headed up to the top rope. He had trouble making it up to the top rope, needing a moment to steady himself before he told his wife he loved her….to the loud booing of the crowd.
Dante: He’s going for his frog splash, and Jo may not have a clue where she is after getting clocked with those knucks just seconds ago!
Caroline: That Deathplant as he calls it...
With the NYC crowd booing to nearly deafening levels, Cyclone launched himself off the top rope with his frog splash. But Jo rolled out of the way, and he caught nothing but canvas instead. The crowd erupted as Jo began to push up to her hands and knees, rubbing her jaw where she got punched and looking...even angrier now.
Dante: Look at that face! I know I keep saying it, Caroline, but Cyclone continues to find ways to piss his wife off even more! And she looks absolutely furious right now! Who’d blame her?!
Caroline: Anyone who says your husband is right in any and all arguments.
The redhead slowly got to her feet, her body shaking with anger now as she rolled him onto his back. She then applied her inverted figure four leglock, causing Cyclone to scream in pain as Jo wrenched his foot with everything she had in her.
Dante: There it is, that inverted figure four! Cyclone is screaming in pain, and Jo’s got him dead center of the ring.
Caroline: ..........Really, really having flashbacks now.
David tried to reach the ropes in any direction, finding none within reach before Jo twisted his leg a bit more until he tapped out...repeatedly.
Rocca called for the bell to a roar from the live crowd as Jo didn’t release it immediately. She stared at her husband shouting in pain for a few seconds before she finally let go. The redhead got to her feet, and had her hand raised in victory.
Caroline: Victorious once again by that submission maneuver.
John: Here is your winner by submission………………’THE LIVING FIREWORK’ JO MCFARLANE!!
Dante: Jo made sure she got every last bit of that hold even after the bell, and I don’t think there’s a soul watching this match who blames her for it! Cyclone tapped out, and Jo McFarlane has gotten revenge for her whole family!
Jo climbed the turnbuckle, raising her hand as she looked over her shoulder at her husband with a scowl on her face. She looked back to the crowd, her expression softening at their support.
Dante: I don’t know what this means for their marriage, but I think we can all agree David Cyclone got what was coming to him here tonight at Climax!
Caroline: Well, one hopes there’s a therapist involved at the end of this.
Jo rolled out to the floor, looking over at her husband on the mat holding his knee. She shook her head, and headed up the ramp before the show headed elsewhere.
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Kelly In The Hall
The show cut back to the SVW ring covered in red carpet with Kelly Kincaid stood at the podium, the SVW Championship belt over her shoulder. The girl was getting a loud cheer from the crowd that she soaked in for a couple of minutes. Finally she leaned forward to the microphone with a proud smile on her face.
Kelly: Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m honoured tonight to be sharing this stage with Misty Whitmore and the Scarborough Fair; with three of the most talented, most popular wrestlers on the planet; with three of the fiercest competitors I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. I’m honoured to be able to stand here and share in joining some of the most illustrious names to have ever graced an SVW ring as we accept the highest honour SVW can be bestow - an induction into the SVW Hall of Fame.
She looked down at the podium for a moment, allowing a larger grin to appear on her face.
Kelly: If you sat me down a couple of years ago, back when I was a teenager and just starting out in this business. If you’d sat me down and told me that I was going to be chosen to be amongst the creme de la creme of this company and told me that I’d be the first person to be inducted holding the SVW Championship. I’dve told you “Well...yeah, obviously, I mean, c’mon, I’m a unique, once-in-a-lifetime talent. I’m gonna be the all-time greatest, so
of course
I’m going to be part of the Hall of Fame.” Of course, I was destined to take this spotlight and make it my own.
Just for a moment she laughed as she looked around the crowd for a couple of moments.
Kelly: I guess I was right all along.
The former acrobat let out more of a laugh, shaking her head.
Kelly: It’s been one hell of a journey from being that arrogant, cocky, believed she was invincible teenager to get here and I’ve enjoyed every single second of it. I’ve learned a lot and I’ve grown up a lot over the years. I’ve suffered setbacks and adversity and enjoyed the highest of highs - both inside the ring and outside it.
The blonde paused for a couple of moments.
Kelly: Now here I am. A girl from Coney Island. Brooklyn born and bred. New York’s own.
This got her a cheap and loud pop from the crowd, causing her to fall silent as she waited for the cheer to die down before she continued.
Kelly: Now here I am stood here a stone’s throw from where I grew up; from where I took my first steps, from where I first fell down and grazed my knees; where I learned to ride a bike and went to school; where I used to fly through the air with the greatest of ease. I’m stood here in the most famous arena in the world - Madison Square Garden - in my own backyard, getting inducted into the SVW Hall of Fame. The proudest moment of my professional career...and I just want to say Thank You.
There was another slight pause before she continued.
Kelly: To my family, old and new, who have always supported me and been there for me. To my half-sister, Scarlett Kincaid, who has always believed in me and been fully behind me and her husband who gave me an opportunity. Thank you to my husband, Christian, who has done absolutely everything he can to make sure I’ve always been ready to grasp hold of the opportunities presented to me and always been in a place to be the best Kelly Kincaid that I can be. And for ALWAYS being my rock; for always being there to give me perspective; for being the man who has picked me up whenever I’ve needed it and kept me anchored to the floor while I’ve reached for the stars; who always knows when to tell me what I want to hear and when to tell me things that I need to hear.
Looking around her the blonde grinned once more before she looked back to the camera.
Kelly: I’ve got to thank all my colleagues too; all the men and women who have ever stepped into an SVW ring. You guys keep on raising the bar and keep on pushing me, motivating me to get better and better to make sure that I can keep on clearing it. Thanks guys. And finally, I want to thank all of you sat out in the stands…. New York, you’re the best fans in the world without a shadow of a doubt.
Another pop for the Coney Island native.
Kelly: And thank you to all the rest of the SVW faithful all around the world without whom none of this would be possible. Thank you for tuning in, for buying tickets and t-shirts and showing your support for SVW and for me - please, keep on doing it. Please keep on being awesome. Because that’s exactly what I plan to do for a good many years still to come. I promise you, the best is yet to come.
With that Kelly waves to the crowd before the show cuts elsewhere.
Two sea eagle cries are heard before "Rise" hits the sound system. Accompanied by her manager Kyle Kilmeade, Mika Demidov walks through the entrance gate when the song makes its halt to come back with a stronger beat. She seems to be either extremely focused or extremely pissed, as she doesn't bother calling her pyros or letting Kyle introduce her to the booing audience: she just storms her way down the entrance aisle, ignoring everything and everyone in the way.
John: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, escorted to the ring by Kyle Kilmeade... From Saint Petersburg, western Russia... "The Red Star"... MIKA DEMIDOV!
Mel: And boys, this one is emotional, and this WILL get ugly! Mika lost the SVW Championship to Kelly Kincaid and she blames Samara for that, since she was there to stop something worse from happening--
Dante: But I gotta ask, at this point, what was Samara's worst crime? Removing Mika of the SVW Championship, or assaulting Kyle? Because making a target out of her manager sure seems to be a surefire way to get Mika mad at someone.
Mel: But at the same time, Mika is as ambitious as they come, and she wanted her career to be defined by the SVW Championship.
Scowling at the world, Mika reaches the ring and rolls in, not bothering posing for the audience, instead just pacing back and forth, yelling for Samara to just come out already, since she'd been waiting for this. Sure enough, the lights go dark aside from the ramp.
“Bless me father for I have sinned...”
The intro riff of Going to Hell by the Pretty Reckless hits the speakers as it's lit with a flashing a pulse of alternating blue and white. Out from the back walks Samara Steele, stopping for a moment to take in the sight before her, with what can only be described as a smirk. Samara’s expensive sunglasses reflecting the light as she cracks her knuckles and adjusts her MMA gloves before walking down the ramp.
Father did you miss me,
Been locked up a while.
I got caught for what I did but took it all in style.
Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when.
Now I'm versed in so much worse,
So I am back again, and he said
For the lives that I take, I'm going to hell!
For the love that I make, I'm going to hell!
John: And her opponent, from Berkshire, England by way of Los Angeles, California....She is the The Berkshire Beauty, the Nefarious One...this is.... Samara Steele!!!
The buxom raven haired brawler makes her way down to the ring, slapping hands with a few fans along the way. Slowly Sam gets into the ring, using the steps to climb in and heads to the ropes with a smirk. Sam 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, tossing them into the front row... Before staring at her former best friend and tag partner across the ring from her.
Mel: And that's why it can be ugly. They're former tag partners, they called one another "sister". And now Mika is blaming Samara for her downfall. Something tells me Samara has an ulterior motive, maybe even a noble one for having done what she did, but we never really heard from them.
Dante: All we know is the facts, and the facts show us that Samara is on a mission to stop Mika from... doing something. We don't yet know what it is, but who better to stop Mika than someone who knows her inside and out?
As soon as the two wrestlers meet in the center of the ring, Samara approaches Mika with her hand out for a handshake. Mika stares at Samara... Then at Kyle at ringside... Back at Samara with a scowl. Samara can be seen talking something to Mika in a very soft spoken fashion... to which Mika screams at Samara -- and the microphones around the ring can pick it up -- "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" Samara keeps speaking, still with her hand out... And she's cut short when Mika spits on her face. Samara cleans her face with a dejected expression as Mika keeps mouthing off at her. And the Succubus' reaction to all that is to... extend her hand out at Mika again.
Mel: ... Samara is... Samara's just taking it. She's taking the abuse and offering Mika an olive branch.
Dante: Noble, but not gonna work. Mika can be like a raging bull: once she sees red, you can't stop her.
Mika scowls at Samara, who can be seen mouthing softly at Mika, "we're here, we have to do this. Let's at least give it our best and do it right." They stand there with Mika still scowling at Samara, before, again, the Red Star spits on Samara's face. Samara is left to clean up again, taking her time again, but she doesn't seem to be in the mood to jump Mika for that. However, the Red Star jumpstarts the match as she starts striking Samara with axe handles, forcing the referee to call for the bells. After striking Samara plenty, Mika grabs Sam's head in a front face lock, quickly transitioning it into the Russian legsweep setup. Just when Mika's ready to kick Samara's inside leg for her trademark backbreaker, Sam lifts her leg and avoids the attack, which sends Mika off balance. Sam spins Mika into a headlock of her own, then forces Mika's head down and between her thighs, then reaching for her legs to pull her up into the package setup. Before she can do that, Mika rolls backwards and forces Samara's shoulders into the mat with a vertical roll-up!
ONE!
Samara quickly rolls out of that predicament, and the two women get up, Mika with a little lag. From there, the British wrestler dashes to the ropes and comes back with built up momentum, leaping at Mika trying to catch the Russian with her trademark Superman punch... No! Mika drops and sends Samara tumbling down with a drop toe hold! From there, she traps one of Sam's arms with her knee joint and mounts on top of Sam to put her in the Russian Torture B... But Sam rolls over and, with an intricate leg movement, she catches Mika's neck with her pegs, pulls her down and presses her against the mat for a pin count!
ONE!
Mika backflips and comes to her feet, as Samara rolls onto her stomach and helps herself up. And then...
*SLAP!*
Dante: ... oh. Well. That's... That's a statement.
Mel: Back and forth between Mika and Samara; like you said, they know one another very well, and this goes down to their every move. But Mika's rage won't allow that to be just a great show of wrestling. Egos... Egos everywhere.
Samara just keeps her face turned for a while there, as Mika growls, her fists clenched tight and her arms shaking with anger. After a while just standing there, Mika dashes to the ropes behind her to pick up momentum... but Samara turns to Mika and catches her with a knee lift to the stomach that stops her in her tracks. This doesn't faze the Empress, as she lunges forward and strikes Samara with a nasty lariat-- NO! Samara holds Mika's arm, pushing her away and then grabbing her by the head and twisting her into a neckbreaker! Mika seems to have run out of gas as far as her early burst goes, and it's Samara's turn to attack as she runs the ropes and comes back to meet her former best friend with a Shining Wizard to the temple. Mika is sent tumbling to the far corner, finding herself close enough to the ropes to use them as leverage to get up, while Samara just... waits.
Dante: Samara's wrestling a squeaky clean match tonight, she's giving Mika all the fair chances she can... I don't understand what she wants to do with that but I guess I can appreciate it?
Mel: Mikaela on the other hand seems to be blinded by rage. Is it just me or is she being a bit... erratic?
With Mika on her two feet, Samara makes her move, making a beeline to the corner... But Mika takes advantage of that by catching Sam's leg with a scissors-like takedown, sending the British wrestler face first into the top turnbuckle! Moving away just enough from Samara, Mika picks up some speed and then hops onto the second rope, slinging herself upwards to catch Samara's head with a very daredevil dropkick! Samara collapses, and Mika backflips back to her feet. Without even waiting for Samara to get up, Mika grabs her by the waist and, with much effort, she deadlifts her former partner in the air and slams her down with a German suplex so erratic, Samara almost hits her head on the mat, and so does Mika.
Mel: There's my answer, she almost hurt herself with that suplex. There's something wrong with Mika.
Dante: Maybe it's the fact she's wrestling someone she was so close to. We KNOW how Mika deals with separations: NOT WELL. This is just proof of it.
Samara sits, groaning in pain, and Mika immediately kicks her on the chest to put her down again, and then leaps and crashes down on her opponent with a knee drop to the head! Samara rolls around in pain clutching at her forehead, adn Mika forces her to her feet, trapping her on a corner and delivering a barrage of chops to Samara's chest. And even though everyone knows that's not doing much, the chaser comes in the form of an running European uppercut right to Sam's chin. Samara is all but dizzy in the corner, and Mika drags her out of there with a short snapmare, quickly followed by a cover.
ONE!
TW-- NO! Samara pushes Mika's head away and breaks the count with authority.
Mika gets up, still annoyed at Samara, bending down to grab her head, forcing Samara to stand... but Samara takes advantage of the position and picks Mika up, slamming her down on the mat with a makeshift scoop slam, going to a knee herself. She quickly gets up and takes advantage of how Mika isn't getting up, dropping on her with a short barrage of elbow drops to the stomach, aimed mostly at trying to draw the air out of Mika's lungs, and it seems to work after a while, as the Russian starts gasping for air. The blonde sits up, drawing in some air, and Samara makes another move, locking Mika's arms behind her back and then proceeding to put her in a bodyscissors on the mat, squeezing the Empress as hard as she can! A distressed Mika starts squirming madly against the hold in what can very well be ruled an overreaction as she tries to reach the ropes in front of her, eventually managing to move. The referee follows everything closely as Mika manages to approach the bottom rope with her foot and hook it with her boot.
Mel: And Mika gets the rope break! One of the most flexible wrestlers we know, a former ballerina, Mika's full of these tricks!
The referee starts counting Samara out, but at a 3, Samara changes the game by locking Mika's head and twisting around herself, sending the Red Star into a spin and dragging her away from the ropes! Mika now has a better chance of reaction as she starts throwing elbows into Samara's stomach... only for Samara to knee lift Mika to the nose. Mika eats all of that as she drops like a log, rolling out of the ring for a safe haven, Kyle immediately coming for her aid at ringside... and Samara shaking her head. While Kyle and Mika regroup at ringside, Samara decides to throw caution to the wind as she runs the ropes, picking up on her speed. When Mika notices what Samara is about to do, she only has the time to shove Kyle out of harm's way as the Succubus launches herself between the top and mid ropes, crashing into Mika with a suicide dive that sends both women into the barricade! Samara gets up and pops off... right before she casts Kyle a dirty look, one that's answered with a dirty stare coming from the manager, before she grabs Mika by the head and rolls her back into the ring. Before she goes into the ring herself though, she throws Kyle another death glare, only for Kyle to taunt her by showing her his cheek, daring her to come punch him again.
Dante: Don't do that, Kyle, someone may take you up on that offer, and it's gonna be fucking glorious.
Mel: Part of why Mika is so mad at Samara is how the Berkshire Brawler decked Kyle during Mika's match with Kelly Kincaid. Kilmeade can't help himself, he just has to flirt with danger...
Samara doesn't fall for the taunt, instead climbing the steel steps and making her way into the ring, staring laser beams into Mika. The Russian seems to be in no hurry to get up, or maybe she doesn't have the strength. Samara, wary of that, still comes closer to Mika and grabs her by the head to force her up. And once Mika is on her feet, the Red Star IMMEDIATELY takes a step back and strikes Samara with a near criminal pistoning kick to the chin! Samara collapses like a log, and Mika drops on top of her for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Samara powers out!
Mika is already livid, as she sits up and breathes in and out hard. Kyle, from ringside, keeps encouraging Demidov, telling her to keep going. The Russian wrestler then casts a glance at the top rope, nodding to herself and then making her way to the corner, slowly but surely perching herself onto the top rope there. Slapping her knees to get them ready for what's to come, Mika waits for Samara to get on her fours, and then leaps trying to get her with an avalanche double stomp... NO! Samara gets up and shoves Mika right back into the corner! Mika gasps for air with the impact, and Samara powers back to her feet and makes a beeline to her rival, pressing her into the turnbuckles before holding her up and sitting her on the top turnbuckle. Samara then starts to climb on the ropes herself, striking Mika with a forearm to the nose just to daze the blonde, before she climbs onto the second rope, tucks her head under Mika's arm and forces the Russian to stand up... And then, yes: THAT happens.
Mel: POWERSLAM!!! SAMARA WITH THE POWERSLAM FROM THE SECOND ROPE! MIKA MAY BE OUT!!!
Mika crashes violently on the mat, and Samara starts to get up, proud at how the crowd is cheering solidly for her. Sam then grabs Mika by the head, but once Mika is up to her feet, she pushes Sam's arms away from her and then delivers a SECOND piston kick to Samara's face! The Succubus staggers and ends up on the ropes, and Mika takes a chance to drag her to the center of the ring and set her up for the Do Svidaniya leg sweep-- NO! Samara floats around Mika and nabs her by the neck, bending her onto her knee, only to swing around holding her by the neck and smash her face first into the mat with a Knox Out! Following that, Samara makes a cover!
Dante: Nephilim by Samara! If the powerslam didn't take Mika out, this may!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-- NOOO! Mika powers out!
Mel: NO! Not really! Mika's been dropped on her face but she keeps on keeping on!
Samara rolls over to get up, picking Mika by the head and lifting her up. Mika seems to be all but out of it, and Samara shakes her head, mouthing somewhat of an apology to her before putting her opponent's head between her thighs and preparing for the DD Driver. But before she can do that, Mika powers out of the predicament by lifting Samara in the air and forcing her overhead! Samara triesto do a full somersault over Mika to land on her feet, but she ends up miscalculating it, putting too much pressure on one leg, that eventually gives out on her. Getting up, Samara gives a light hobble, and that's when Kyle IMMEDIATELY signals Mika about the new target. Samara turns to Kyle at ringside and warns him to shut up if he doesn't want to eat another punch-- ROLL UP!
Mel: WHOOPS!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- NOOO!!!
Mika rolls back to her feet much faster now, as does Samara. The British wrestler then tries to catch Mika with a haymaker, but Mika ducks under that, dashes to the ropes and comes back, striking Samara with a powerful spin-out backhand to the chest, and both women go down!
Mel: And AGAIN, these two women know one another VERY well! Mika saw the jab coming and dodged it in the last second!
Dante: You have to be lightning fast, you have to be SUDDEN when you're facing someone you know inside and out! That's Mika and Samara! Former best friends and partners!
Both women take their time in getting up, but Samara, having taken less punishment than Mika, manages to power back to her feet faster. She grabs a handful of Mika's hair to bring her up to her feet and then presses the blonde against the corner, proceeding to kiss her balled up fists and then throwing one, two, five, several punches to Mika's ribcage and face. The blonde eats all of the punishment without having the spirit to properly defend herself, to the point there's a cut on Mika's head that starts bleeding a bit... and that's when Samara stops, knowing she's done enough to an opponent who's barely defending herself. With a sigh, Sam grabs Mika and pulls her from the corner, pushing her to the center of the mat and silently begging for Mika to let this end already before she runs the ropes, picking up momentum and then leaping at Mika for the Drop Dead Gorgeous punch, that hits Mika right on the jaw. The Russian wrestler drops unconscious and Samara goes for the cover.
Mel: DROP. DEAD. GORGEOUS!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
...
NOOOOOT REALLY!
Mel: THAT WAS-- Was that a three-- Was-- NO! MIKAELA KICKS OUT AT TWO!
Dante: You couldn't have a paint job between the mat and the ref's hand there, but Mika KICKED OUT!
Samara sits up in a shock, staring at the referee, signaling to her it was a 2-count, raising her hands over her head in despair. Kyle is rallying like CRAZY at ringside, slapping the mat and yelling at his talent, while Samara gets up and slowly brings Mika up to her feet... but Mika suddenly reacts, kicking Samara's midsection and putting her in the underhook position, lifting her in the air and letting her spin, smashing her face first into the mat with the Soviet Burial! Mika rolls Sam over and desperately covers her, hooking her both legs and sraping the mat with her feet as the ref slides in to count!
Mel: SOVIET BURIAL! THIS IS--
ONE!
...
NO!!! Samara kicks out with PLENTY authority!
Mel: ... it?
Dante: ... Samara Steele. Just kicked out. Of the Soviet Burial. AT ONE.
Mel: Cue... a very angry Russian.
Now it's Mika's turn to be in complete shock, her face being the mask of despair. Demidov powers back to her feet as Samara lies on her back. Staring down at her former best friend, Mika starts doing the unnecessary, stomping Samara's head relentlessly, and even going as far as scraping the sole of her boot over her face, all while giving her quite the mouthful. At one point, Mika presses her boot into Samara's neck, choking her out, and the referee is forced to come count her out. Mika ignores the count entirely, and at a 5, the ref literally drags Mika away from Samara, reading the Red Star the riot act... before he gets out of the way as Mika allows him to telegraph the spit she's about to send his way. Samara has now rolled up onto her stomach and is getting up to her feet, clutching at her forehead. When Samara's on her feet, Mika approaches her and decks her with a balled fist right to the nose, and down goes the English wrestler again.
Mika: THAT'S FOR KYLE!
And wit hthat said, Mika jumps on top of Samara and starts punching her wildly with closed fists, forcing the referee to drag Mika away from Samara yet again. This time, Mika is threatened with a disqualification, but the Red Star ignores it entirely as she gets right back to Samara. This time, the brunette defends herself by throwing Mika away from her, buying herself just enough time to get back to her feet, only for Mika to strike her with a THIRD piston kick to the face. Samara is sent to the ropes and rebounds back right into Mika's expecting arms as she tucks Sam's head between her legs...
Mika: AND THIS IS FOR MY SVW CHAMPIONSHIP!
... and lifts her in the air, smashing her into the mat with a second Soviet Burial. Rolling Samara over, Mika goes for another count...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Mel: And the SECOND one does it!
And this time it does the job. Mika immediately rolls over to the corner and, sitting on her knees, she starts trembling and sobbing, while Samara lays there... smiling?
John: The winner of this match... MIKA! DEMIDOV!!!
Mel: Even though she doesn't really look like a winner, she did. She just defeated Samara in an emotionally grueling match for her. At least that's how it looks like.
Dante: She was erratic, she was emotional... We don't see her very often. Chalk it to the fury of having lost the SVW Championship and not being in tonight's main event, it's the easiest explanation, but... What if...?
Kyle grabs Mika's hand and drags her out of the ring, checking on his client, as Samara just lays there, very much conscious.
A video package plays, highlighting the year long battles between Luther and Steph beginning with The Headline in the Elimination Chamber a year ago through to Stefano distracting him at Criminal Intent allowing Kelly to pick up the win. It then cuts to Fearless, picking out moments from their match that finished with Luther standing tall. Finally it cut to the events of Extreme Prejudice - the Wicked Witch teeing off on Esme before exchanging blows with the Amsterdam Assassin only to be pulled apart by security; the camera cutting between each straining against the men holding them back. The match graphic appears before the camera goes live inside the arena showing a large mound of earth near the top of the entrance ramp; a grave-like hole dug into the top of it, complete with a tombstone inscribed ‘The Steph Stefano vs Luther Thunder - Climax 2017’. Next to the grave is another mound of soil, complete with three shovels stuck into it, while the full bucket of an earth mover hangs ominously overhead.
Dante: I wouldn’t have minded if they had a guest out here with you for this one, Melissa. I do not like to be in enclosed spaces, and I can’t think of anything that gives me more chills than what is about to happen.
Melissa: Don’t worry about it! One of them is going to be put in that grave over there, Dante. Not you. We’re plenty far away.
John: The following match is a Buried Alive match!!!
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. Stopping for a moment, he walked over to the mound of earth, running his hands over before giving a nod of his head and returning to the two ladies, linking arms with them again.
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. Immediately Angela Rocca points to Esme and Tara Thunder and gives them their marching orders. The pair look aghast at the decision as Luther argues with the referee’s decision. Rocca though, isn’t having any of it as she orders them to the back, giving them a couple of seconds to start to move before she starts to call for security which prompts the two ladies to shake their heads, before telling Rocca they’d offer up their prayers for her before they start to depart the ringside area.
Melissa: You can date the issues with Luther and Steph all the way back to last year’s Climax when it was Steph who eliminated him from the Chamber.
Dante: Yeah, I think he felt a little betrayed by that, but that’s the point of the match. But you’re right, it got a lot uglier from there.
“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 over her newspaper. She continues to stand with Kincaid who takes the now rolled up newspaper from her that she has in hand. Finally the two of them walk to the ring, dead set as Steph wraps up 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: From Berkeley, California and weighing in tonight at 170 pounds... She is THE WITCH OF WALL STREET... THIS IS *THE* STEPH STEFANO!
Melissa: This isn’t the first time these two have met one on one. Luther already has a victory over the Witch of Wall Street, but that’s a whole other case from what we are about to see.
Dante: You’re not kidding. There are no pinfalls or submissions, this is about….Jesus….burying someone alive in a grave. The whole thing….
Steph focuses on finishing wrapping up her hand as Esme and Tara reach them; Esme suddenly darting towards her, catching her in the midsection and driving her back first into the crowd barricade as Tara surprised Christian with a headbutt before she wrapped her arms around his waist and sent him flying into the steel entrance ramp with a belly to belly suplex. Meanwhile Esme delivered another two shoulder thrusts into Stefano’s gut, driving her back into the steel crowd barrier again before she hooked her head and drove her face first into the metal of the entrance ramp with a running bulldog. Christian began to rise and Tara picked up speed as she ran towards him and caught him square in the face with a running knee lift that sent him back down only for Tara to pull him back up, double underhook his arms and was about to DDT him into the steel when security swarmed both Tara and Esme, pulling them away forcing them back to the entrance ramp, before helping CK to his feet and to the back as the manager held his jaw.
Melissa: I had a feeling this was going to be an explosive situation, and it’s already started out that way. All the managers and lackeys are being held at bay now.
Dante: I’m not sure which one of them is the lackey to you, but I’ll just stay way over here either way.
Stefano started to rise on the entrance ramp only for Luther to already be measuring her up and he charged towards her, catching her with a big boot to the jaw as she got her feet underneath her. Stefano rolled to the side and began to rise once more only for Thunder to hook her head and snap of a suplex that sent her back first into the steel of the entrance ramp again. Steph sat up, holding her back and tried to come to her feet again only for the Dutchman to scoop her off her feet and body slam her down into the steel once more. The Wicked Witch of Wall Street, momentarily arched her back as she landed and rolled to the side before she began to rise again, this time finding her arm twisted into an armbar as she slowly rose to her feet only for Thunder to grab hold of her hair with his free hand and jerk her backwards, sending her back to the floor. Again Stefano pushed up, Thunder twisting her arm in the socket another rotation as she once more got back up to her feet only for Luther to turn into her and deliver three knee lifts into her gut before he released her arm, letting her stagger back three steps before he charged forward and clotheslined her straight back down to the entrance ramp.
Melissa: Luther’s already reminding Steph how much power is stored in that massive body, which is part of what makes him such a dangerous opponent.
Dante: That and he will do anything….absolutely anything...to win.
He made the sign of the cross over the Wicked Witch as she lay on the entrance ramp for a couple of moments before she started to move. Thunder stooped down, constantly talking to her as he started to pull her upwards once more, delivering another stiff knee lift into her midsection, sending her back down to one knee, cradling her abdomen. With a slight grin on his face, Thunder hooked her head and was about to deliver a DDT into the steel only for Steph to stop him temporarily with a low blow. As the Amsterdam released her, Stefano hooked her arms around his waist, lifted him upwards and into an inverted atomic drop. Luther staggered backwards and Stefano followed him, grabbing hold of his wrist as she reached him and fired him across the entrance ramp causing him to strike the barricade back first. She waved the crowd behind him away, a couple nipping smartly to the side as she barrelled towards the big man then launched herself at him with a clothesline that caught the taller wrestler high across the chest causing them both to tumble over crowd barrier.
Dante: Steph has some power behind her too, no question about that. And now the ringside fans here in the Garden are getting as close to the action as they’d ever want.
Melissa: I’d get the hell out of the way of these two.
Steph held her back in agony, pushing herself up to her feet with the help of the now empty chairs as Luther also made his way up to a vertical base and got a throat thrust from the Wicked Witch for his trouble. As he gasped for breath, Stefano dropped her shoulder and lifted him upwards into a back body drop that sent him crashing into the now vacated row of chairs. Thunder rolled off, looking to be in agony as he landed on his hands and knees, starting to crawl away only to have one of the folding chairs crashed into his back by his opponent. Steph swung the chair into his back once more, causing him to fall face first to the floor and the Italian placed the chair over his spine and left her feet for a double knee drop into the chair in his spine. Stefano pulled the folded up chair away from his back as she stood up and stepped on his back, walking up his spine to stand on his shoulders where she set the chair up in the space between two rows of fans seating, the seat over his head before she stepped backwards down his spine and stepped off him. Stooping down, Stefano grabbed hold of Luther’s legs, rolling him and measured up ready to catapult him face first into the chair only for Thunder to start to fight the move, bringing his knees up to his chest to kick her off of him, sending her stumbling backwards.
Dante: With Luther’s power, Steph feels like she just got shot out of a cannon right there, I bet.
Melissa: She nearly toppled over just off the spring in his legs. I’m not sure even Luther knows how powerful he is.
Stefano regained her balance as Thunder recovered to one knee and the Italian-American charged towards the preacher who reacted by forcing himself upwards and forwards, catching his onrushing opponent around her knees, lifting her up and fell backwards, crashing her knees into the chair seat while the seat back caught her in the midriff. She rolled off the chair to the side, sitting in one of the fan seats as Thunder pulled himself upwards, using the chair and threw his body towards her, catching her with an elbow to the jaw. He delivered another elbow then another before he took a handful of hair and jerked her off the chair, back towards the entrance aisle only to stop, lift her up onto his shoulder before he threw her up into the air and sent her crashing throat first into the seat back of the chair she was going to catapult him into. She collapsed to her knees against the chair, struggling for air as Luther stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and dragged her back to her feet, pulling her backwards as he looked towards the crowd barrier and popped off a release German suplex that sent her flying back first into the steel.
Melissa: Cold, hard steel is what Steph Stefano just landed on right there! Remember though, the only way to win is throw your opponent in that grave and cover them with dirt.
Dante: You can stop reminding them of that. Trust me when I tell you the idea has never left my mind since it started.
The Wicked Witch of Wall Street slowly pulled herself upwards using the barrier, receiving a roundhouse kick to the side of the head that caused her to slump against the steel fence. The Leader of Thunder Ministries stepped over the divide and onto the entrance ramp only to turn back to face his opponent, grabbing her by the head and introduced her face first into the top of the barrier. He did it again and again, slamming her head first into the steel three times before he pulled her halfway over the top of the barrier, letting her hang there for a couple of seconds as he measured her up and brought his leg crashing down on the back of her head with a scissor kick; the blow causing Steph to tumble and land back first on the entrance ramp. Stefano began to stir only for Thunder to grab hold of her hair, jerking her upwards and into position for a single arm DDT as he gave a signal to the crowd before he delivered the move. Stefano slumped against the cold metal as Luther sat up looking pleased with himself.
Dante: A self-proclaimed man of God with a devilish smile on his face, you know he’s not suddenly feeling the spirit of forgiveness.
Melissa: Not likely, he’s getting closer to the ultimate goal he has of burying Steph six feet under here at Climax!
The former SVW Champion pushed upwards, bringing the Berkeley born wrestler up with him, keeping a handful of hair as he pulled and lead her towards the mountain of earth. As they got close, Steph began to fight back, firing a fist into his side, followed by a second that caused Luther to turn and slam the point of his elbow into her spine, followed quickly by two more as he drove her down to one knee only to jerk her back upwards, hook her arm and hiptoss her into the side of the entrance ramp. The Witch slumped down against the metal and Luther began to stomp away at her body, landing seven stomps into her stomach before he pulled her back upwards and began to march her forward once more. Again though Steph fought him, firing off more shots into his body, connecting with four this time before Luther delivered a European uppercut to her jaw to stop her and this time followed it up by grabbing hold of her wrist and sending her towards the top stage with an Irish whip. Steph’s back hit the steel wall and causing her to slump back against her and Thunder charged towards her, bringing his boot aiming for her jaw only for Stefano to dive out of the way at the last moment; Thunder’s boot striking the metal and causing him to fall to the floor, holding his right knee.
Melissa: Uh oh, that could spell long term trouble for Luther in this match. He may have jammed his knee!
Dante: When steel meets flesh and bone, steel will always win.
The Amsterdam Assassin rolled onto his hands and left knee as he started to push upwards, getting to his feet as his opponent exploded from one knee into a Thesz Press into his chest. Landing astride his body, Steph started to fire off right and left hands, driving her fists into his face as he covered up before he finally managed to roll her away. The former Defiance Champion held her back as she forced herself to her feet, Thunder not far behind her and immediately Steph went low, catching him around his knees and lifting him upwards, spinning and driving him down into the concrete floor with a spinebuster. Immediately she scrambled up his body and once more started to pepper his face with right and left hands, grabbing the sides of his head as he attempted to cover up again and bounced the back of his skull of the unforgiving concrete before he managed to roll her off of him once more.
Dante: Luther getting that devious brain scrambled right there, but I’m not sure how much damage was done.
Steph took a moment before she pushed back upright and again took the fight to the rising Thunder, delivering forearm strikes into his jaw and chest before finally stepping forward into a knee lift right into his gut, jumping slightly to put even more force behind the blow causing him to bend double. This allowed the Berkeley native to grab hold of his head and set off into a running bulldog that saw her drive the top of his skull into the metal wall side of the entrance ramp.
Melissa: Every part of this stage is getting introduced to Luther’s head, and Steph is clearly trying to knock him out as quick as she can and dump him into that open grave.
The Dutchman staggered backwards, holding his head before he was scooped up onto his opponent’s shoulders and driven back first into the concrete floor again - this time with a Samoan Drop. Stefano pulled him upright and again began to fire off forearms into the side of his face before she whipped him into the side of the entrance ramp once more. He crashed into it hard, his back arching away from it and Steph charged towards him, leaving her feet to crush him back against the steel with a stinger splash. Landing on her feet she backed up and lifted the stumbling Thunder off his feet and into a backbreaker, jerking him back to his feet only to scoop him up and drop him down one more time with a falling powerslam. Thunder let out a cry of pain, rolling to his side and held his back as Stefano began to push up to her feet only to stomp away at his back. She landed four boots up and down his spine before she leaned forward and pulled him upwards to his feet where she lifted him onto her shoulders and started to carry him towards the pile of earth and waiting grave.
Melissa: Look at the power, that’s no small man that the Witch of Wall Street is hauling towards his fate.
Dante: Someone’s gonna get buried alive, and it looks like Luther may find his maker sooner than later!
As she started to climb the mound of earth, Thunder came to life and began to wiggle and squirm, fire elbows into the side of Stefano’s head as he escaped her grip. He landed on his feet behind her, spinning her around and jabbed a thumb into her eye, following it up with a knee to the groin before he hooked her head and lifted her vertically, gritting his teeth as he held her upside down before finally falling backwards with the suplex. The man held his back, rolling to the side before he started to rise once more, Stefano doing likewise and the taller wrestler started to throw right hands into the side of her head as they rose before taking hold of her hair, yanking her forward and straight into a raised knee to her gut. Stefano leaned forward and Thunder grabbed hold of her head, spinning her around and drove her face first into the concrete with an impaler DDT only to bring her back to her feet and deliver another impaler DDT that spiked her face first into the canvas.
Dante: Luther managed to avoid what Steph had in mind, and he’s got her down after two vicious DDTs.
The Berkeley native lay there unmoving as Thunder got to his feet and looked up to the grave, before he started to pull Stefano upwards only for her to drop to her knees. The tall man glared at her and shook his head before delivering a vicious right hand haymaker shot to the side of her jaw that saw her fall to the side. Once more he pulled her back up to her knees and this time he pulled her head back by her hair and began to deliver short sharp precise jabs into her forehead, the crowd counting each one up to ten, busting Stefano open in the process before he spun around and cracked her on the side of the jaw with a spinning backfist. Again Stefano fell to the side and Thunder stalked off, around the mound of dirt and out of sight of the camera, holding his back as he did so.
Melissa: Where’s he going? Luther is out of camera sight right now, and Steph isn’t looking too good.
Dante: Neither one of them do, but only one of them is walking right now!
Steph began to move slowly, trying to collect herself and push upwards as her opponent came back around the gravesite carrying two folding steel chairs that he set up facing each other at the bottom of the mound. Once satisfied he advanced towards Stefano who had made it to her knees and drove his elbow into the cut on her forehead before he pulled her up to his feet and hoisted her onto his shoulders. He carried her around the two chairs that he had set up and stood on the earth where it started to slope upwards, taking a deep breath as he paused for a moment, backed up a step...then hurled himself forward into a rolling fireman’s carry slam that drove Stefano’s body into the two chairs, denting and twisting the metal; Steph laying on them for a couple of seconds before she slumped off them to the floor. Luther rose to his feet slowly, waved his hand over Steph’s body before he bent down, took a handful of her hair and dragged her up the sloping earth to the hole.
Dante: He’s really gonna do it! He’s dragging Steph like she was a corpse towards that damn grave!
Melissa: Steph is just moments away from being buried alive, and you can bet Luther has no problem doing it whatsoever!
As they got to the edge of the freshly dug hole, Luther took a knee and leaned in close to Stefano, seeming to ask the semi-conscious women if she had anything she wished to confess before he offered her up to the Lord. Before she could answer he forced her head into the soil and ground her face against it then tried to force her into the pit only for Steph to begin to struggle, flailing her arms and legs as she caught Thunder in the ribcage. He grimaced as another wild elbow caught him and he pulled Stefano upwards as the grimace turned to anger and before he could end her fightback, Steph lurched upwards and caught him square in the throat with a palm thrust. As the leader of Thunder Ministries coughed and tried to suck in air his opponent caught him with a front kick into his gut. He bent forward and the Italian-American wrestler pulled him towards her as she stepped backwards, keeping hold of his head as she launched herself backwards and delivered a facebreaker into the headstone. Thunder’s head hit the rock and his body rolled away all the way down the mound of earth to the bottom where the camera found that he too was now busted open, his forehead turning blood red.
Melissa: Have you ever seen a facebreaker on a tombstone? Neither have I, and Luther’s back down at the bottom again.
Dante: Not only that, but he is bleeding like a pig!
Stefano lay back at the top of the mound, breathing deeply, arms outstretched before she started to slowly sit up, grabbing hold of the tombstone and using it for support as she fought her way back to her feet. She looked down the slope where Thunder was beginning to rise and Steph started to stagger forward, building up speed and only to deliver a shotgun dropkick to the side of his head. Again Steph took a little while to get to her feet; Thunder rising with her, getting to his feet second and Stefano launched herself upwards, grabbing hold of his head and jerking him backwards to the concrete floor with the Walk of Shame jumping reverse bulldog. Both wrestlers rolled away from each other, Luther on instinct while Stefano held her back. Finally Stefano pushed up to her feet and grabbed hold of Thunder under the arms, manhandling up the small hill and didn’t waste anytime in throwing him into the hole.
Melissa: There he went, Dante! Luther’s in the grave, and Steph just has to cover him with dirt to win this match!
Dante: This….this is like a nightmare come to life, Melissa. There’s no way….
She looked down at him for a moment before she walked around the grave and towards the waiting shovels, only for Thunder to have already started to rise to his feet in the hole. As Stefano grabbed hold of one of the shovels, flicking some of the dirt backwards into the hole, Thunder had made it back to his feet and grabbed hold of his opponent by the ankles, jerking them out from underneath her causing her to fall to the side, dropping the shovel as she rolled away. Thunder began to drag himself out of the hole, pushing up to his feet as Steph scooped up the shovel and scrambled to her feet, holding the tool like it was a baseball bat and she swung at Thunder’s head as he was almost out of the whole and got nothing but air as Luther hurled himself forward, underneath the blow. Somehow, Thunder used the momentum to bring himself to his feet and as Stefano turned with the shovel raised he skipped forward and delivered a superkick aimed right at her jaw...which the Wicked Witch tried to block with the shovel only for the metal scoop to get driven into her face. It took a second but then the Italian-American fell backwards into the hole as Thunder dropped to his knees.
Dante: A shovel to the face, and Steph collapsed into that grave! Now Luther has to cover her with dirt, and this….this is hard for me to fathom.
Melissa: If he can get the dirt over her, he’s won this match! I don’t even know how you’re supposed to breathe if you do get covered!
The leader of Thunder Ministries breathed deeply as he crawled forward to find Stefano laid out in the grave and spat down on her before he crawled towards the pile of dirt next to the hole and began to scoop the loose soil with both hands backwards onto his opponent. He threw some large handfuls backwards before he looked upwards, almost as if praying and spotted the large earth filled scoop above the hole and the cab of the earth mover not far away. Pushing up to his feet he headed down towards the machine, and climbed upwards, ripping open the door as he pulled himself in. He started the motor and looked out through the window as Steph’s hand appeared reaching up over the pile of dirt. A second hand appeared, followed by her head as she pulled herself up to her knees on the edge of the pit and stuck both her middle fingers up at him before she slumped forward.
Melissa: There’s the earthmover, and we’re seconds away from seeing Steph Stefano buried alive! And---oh my!
Dante: Steph is letting Luther know she’s number one with him, but she needs to get out of there!
Thunder stared at her for a moment through the window of the cab then, having found his second wind started to move quickly, leaving the vehicle and made a beeline towards Stefano. He reached her as she made it to her feet and the pair started to exchange right and left hands, Steph managing to block one of Thunder’s shots and started to get the upperhand before she hooked his head and dropped with a jaw breaker. Thunder staggered around following the move and Steph quickly rose to her feet and leapt into a backstabber, flipping Thunder backwards with her legs after driving both her knees into his spine. Luther pushed upwards onto all fours as Steph rolled to all fours and forced herself to her feet and charged towards him looking for The Headline only for Thunder to lean back and grab hold of her by her attire and pull her into the grave, only to fall in with her. Landing on top of her, Luther started to deliver mounted punches to Steph’s face; the Wicked Witch covering up before bringing her knee up into his groin. Thunder grimaced and grabbed hold of Steph by the top, jerking her body upwards and straight into a headbutt across the bridge of her nose.
Melissa: That’ll make your eyes water, and shoot your equilibrium all to hell at the same time.
Steph lay back at the bottom of the hole holding her nose and rolled onto her front as Thunder slowly started to rise. As soon as he got his feet underneath him he looked to pull himself out of the hole only to be stopped by his opponent, grabbing him by the ankle and jerking him back down. He landed on his feet and threw an elbow backwards into Steph’s jaw, before he turned around and wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to trap her arm only for Steph to manage to keep one free. Despite this he started to throw headbutts, connecting with three, before Stefano reached forward with a dirt covered hand and raked his eyes. He released her tried to stagger backwards only for Stefano to grab hold of him by the wrist and fall to her back, jerking him forward and sending him headfirst once again into the headstone. He staggered back as he hit and the camera saw Steph Stefano face down in the bottom of the grave once more, digging frantically with her hands in the dirt. As Luther recovered, Steph jerked at something in the dirt, pulling it free and as she did so, drove it into Luther’s stomach. Thunder doubled over and Steph raised her hands and slammed them downwards into the top of his spine; raising them again as Luther fell to his knees and this time brought it down on the top of his skull. Thunder fell forward as the camera focused in on the implement in Steph’s hand, finding it to be a dirt encrusted lead pipe.
Melissa: SHE HAD A LEAD PIPE IN THERE!! And Luther just got crowned with it!
Dante: They are fighting in an open grave, and this is a horror movie straight out of my nightmares right now!
Slowly Steph reached for the top of the hole and used the pipe to help herself climb out from the grave and immediately got her bearings as she began to make her way towards the cab of the earth mover, pushing up to her feet as she did. Getting there she pulled herself up into the cab as the camera saw Luther Thunder start to push upwards into the grave. As he managed to get to all fours, Steph found the right control and the bucket swung forward, dumping its load of dirt and soil into the hole on top of the Amsterdam Assassin. As it emptied, the bell rang and Steph was already heading towards the top of the mound once more, lead pipe in hand.
Dante: For the love of…...
Melissa: There it goes, and that’s it!!
John: Here is your winner….”THE” STEPH STEFANO!!!
Melissa: Steph Stefano has won this match, and buried Luther Thunder six feet under here at Climax!
Dante: I guess congratulations are in order, but this whole match has been nightmare fuel for me. And I’ll be fine if SVW never books this thing again.
Steph made it to the top of the mound and raised her hands in the air, getting a cheer from the crowd as she celebrated her victory. She raised her hands once more in celebration, getting another loud cheer from the Madison Square Garden crowd before the show cut elsewhere.
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Stryfe on Rampage
After a commercial for the upcoming Rampage Pay Per View, we head back into the arena and hear the familiar tune of the CEO’s music. This automatically brings the crowd to it’s feet as soon as they recognize it.
We Fall, We Fall
We Fall, We Fall
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Alexander Stryfe steps out onto the stage to quite a roaring reaction from the crowd, bringing a smile to his face as he adjusts his cufflinks.
You wanna be a star, here's a gimmick and a style,
To mimmick and free clothes to help design your image.
I feel like the only way I'll see fame and wealth,
Is to kill myself the same week my record hits the shelf.
Melissa: It wouldn’t be Climax without the owner of SVW here, and that’s Alexander Stryfe in the flesh without question.
Dante: Yeah, and a Brooks Brothers suit.
As his music fades, he is handed a microphone where he stands on the stage. The crowd continues to give him support which keeps the smile present on his face before he begins.
Alexander: Thank you for that. And thank you to everyone here tonight in Madison Square Garden in New York City….
Cheap pop.
Alexander: And to everyone watching at home throughout the world on Pay Per View! Tonight has been a very historic night with every title so far having changed hands with only one championship match left. And of course…
He looks over to the grave where Luther Thunder was buried moments ago. He looks to be about to say something about it, but shakes his head and returns his attention to the crowd.
Alexander: SVW returns to Pay Per View on December 3rd at the XCel Energy Center in St. Paul, Minnesota. And after seeing all we have tonight, I’ve already began to put together a card for that show. The first match I am prepared to announce is a #1 contender contest between two people who I feel are long overdue for meeting one on one. They have clashed in War Games the night I seized control of this company from Kyle Kilmeade, and they have met inside the Chamber. On that night, I am putting together two Hall of Famers when Misty Whitmore meets Luther Thunder!
Melissa: Oh man, talk about the ultimate underdog as Misty faces a massive challenge in Luther with a shot at the title for the winner!
Dante: I can bet Luther won’t be in a holy mood after getting dropped six feet under. I certainly wouldn’t.
Alexander: But you see, while that will determine the next #1 contender, we need one for that night. That is why I am ordering at the next Uprising a triple threat with three people I feel are the most deserving of such an opportunity. I’m going to start with Emma MacNamara. And by virtue of his victory over her tonight, I will also add Leander Apollo.
Emma’s name gets nothing but boos, but Leo’s changes that entirely.
Alexander: The third entrant will be by virtue of her victory tonight over Samara Steele….’The Empress” Mika Demidov.
More boos on that name.
Alexander: Whoever emerges victorious will challenge for the SVW Championship at Rampage against either Harmony or Kelly Kincaid. And while I am speaking of Uprising, we have two more shows before Uprising’s 100th episode. And on that show, I will name the new General Manager permanently placed. But first, there’s two more guests. The next one will be a businesswoman who has been contacting my office repeatedly about this opportunity. And that will be none other than…….NICOLE ROSSI!
Dante: Nicole Rossi?! You mean Skye Armanni’s former manager?! Oh Lord!
Nicole’s name gets nothing but boots at the mention, which causes Stryfe to nod his head as he hears them.
Alexander: And on the 99th episode on November 12th….I happen to have a guest General Manager who is from right here in New York City!
Melissa: I’m trying to think of everyone I know of from around here….
Alexander: The guest General Manager for Uprising’s 99th episode will be…..CODY KINCAID!!
Dante: Seriously?!
Cody’s name gets a huge pop from the crowd.
Melissa: Well….that’s definitely news right there! The former COO of FFW will be the guest General Manager for the 99th edition of Uprising!
Alexander: We’ve had a wide field of choices show us what they would bring to the position. And I look forward to seeing what Miss Rossi and Mr. Kincaid have in mind! But that’s still to come. Right now, I think it’s time for the main event!
As Stryfe heads towards the back, the show cuts to a video package.
The spotlight shines over the center of the ring in the darkened arena, where John Youle awaits with his microphone.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is your main event of the evening! And it is for the SVW Championship!
Melissa: This night has been a rollercoaster and a half so far, but it’s main event time for the biggest prize in all of SVW!
Dante: And given where we are, I have a feeling that the SVW Champion is going to get one hell of a welcome from the Garden.
The arena is thrown into darkness and the crowd begin to buzz as to what is happening until a single lyric cuts through the buzz.
You better work bitch!
An explosion of purple pyrotechnics from the staging brings the arena lights back to life as "Work Bitch" by Britney Spears rips through the arena speakers and Harmony appears at the top of the staging, cocking her hip to the side before throwing a hand in the air and striding down the ramp with a smile, touching hands with fans as she makes her way towards the ring.
The brunette hops up onto the apron then throws herself over the top rope, landing on both feet before ascending the turnbuckle and blowing a kiss out to the fans. She throws a hand in the air again then jumps down and swings her arms back and forth, preparing herself for the match.
John: Introducing, from London, England and weighing 137 lbs, this is Harmony!
Melissa: I can only imagine the nerves and butterflies filling Harmony’s body in what has to be the biggest night of her career so far!
Dante: Harmony has been here before. Last year, she was in the Chamber for the title. Tonight though, it’s all on her! There’s no one else to focus on, this is the best chance she’s ever had at becoming the SVW Champion.
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.
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!!!
Melissa: We are only about 15 miles from Coney Island, and it sounds to me like a lot of Garden took that short trip! The SVW Champion is getting one hell a welcome home here in the Garden!
Dante: As a teenager, Kelly Kincaid was an acrobat soaring high above crowds. Fast forward to 2017, they still come to see this two time SVW Champion and as of tonight, Hall of Famer!
Referee Angela Rocca checks both women before she takes the title from Kelly, who holds it just a second longer before she lets go. The referee shows it to Harmony, and raises it over her head before handing it to John as he exits the ring. Rocca calls for the bell as the largely pro-Kelly crowd begins making plenty of noise for her, bringing a smile to her face. Harmony shows nothing but her game face as they move towards the center and shake hands. With the crowd still largely behind the champion, the pair lock up in the center of the ring. Harmony starts to push the champion back a few steps before she transitions into an armdrag takedown. Kelly pops up, and walks into a second one from the British brunette. A third one follows that before Kelly stops herself right before Harmony is ready to grab her again.
Melissa: Kelly may have the quickness advantage in this match, but that’s not to say Harmony is a slouch when it comes to speed herself. Kelly’s getting a refresher course on that right now.
Dante: Harmony may also be a better technical wrestler in the margins, considering Christian trained his wife and she relies heavily on her quickness and high flying offense.
Kelly’s hesitation brings a slight smile to Harmony’s face before the pair lock up again. This time, Kelly pushes Harmony back into the ropes and gives her a clean break when the referee calls for it. But Kincaid surprises her right after that with an elbow across the jaw. Two more follow that before she fires Harmony across for the ride. She rebounds quickly as Kelly intercepts her with a running knee into the abdomen. With the Brit doubled over, Kelly grabs her head and executes a quick neckbreaker before rolling through to her feet. As the challenger starts to rise, Kelly hooks both arms for a butterfly suplex followed by an elbow drop to the chest.
Melissa: There’s that quickness we talked about. One thing about Kelly is that she’s able to chain together moves fairly quickly before her opponent has time to respond to the last one.
Dante: That’s true. Harmony had barely hit the mat after that suplex before Kelly was airborne again with the elbow drop.
The challenger began to get up to her feet again, causing Kelly to catch her with a kneelift to the face. She drove her back into the corner, grabbed the top rope, and began to unload with a flurry of kicks to the body. Seven connected before Kelly whipped her across to the far side ropes. Kincaid took off right behind her as Harmony grabbed the ropes to stop herself, and used a pop-up to send Kelly higher to land across the top rope. The champion hung over double with the rope under her chest before Harmony grabbed the top rope and used it as a slingshot to send her flying back to the mat. The champion clutched her ribs in pain as Harmony stomped a foot into her lower back and pulled her arms behind her into a standing surfboard.
Melissa: Kelly may have gotten a little too rambunctious there, and paid for it dearly. That rope doesn’t feel too good on your ribs, and neither does Harmony’s surfboard here.
Dante: I don’t know if Harmony was planning to work the body in her strategy for this match. But if she wasn’t, Kelly just gave her every reason to do so. I’m not sure she will get a submission yet, but she can certainly soften those ribs up even more.
Rocca dropped down in front of the champion, asking her if she wanted to submit. Kelly shook her head as Harmony continued to pull back on her arms. The brunette arched back, trying to get everything she could out of the hold while Kelly’s face contorted in pain. The referee checked again, still getting the same response. The brunette finally released the hold, seeing that it wasn’t getting her what she wanted. A double stomp to her lower back followed that before she pulled Kelly back to her feet into a rear waistlock. She turned a quarter circle, and then launched her with a release German suplex that sent Kelly’s back into the top turnbuckle before she crumpled to the canvas in the corner.
Melissa: Harmony showing some serious strength! Usually people aim for the back of someone’s head to hit the turnbuckles, Harmony wanted Kelly to land back first!
Dante: If that’s what she wanted, then she should be very happy! She’s got the champion in trouble, and has this title match well in hand.
When the blonde started to get to her feet in the corner, Harmony barreled in with a corner clothesline. She hammered a few forearm shots into the side of her head before sitting her on the top rope. The challenger climbed up with her, driving a pair of elbows into her head before hooking it under one arm. And with one swift motion, she delivered a superplex that saw Kelly bounce off the mat! Harmony immediately made the cover as Rocca dropped to count.
Dante: A superplex off the top rope! If Kelly’s ribs weren’t screaming before, they damn sure are now! There’s the cover!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
NOPE!!!
Kelly kicked out after the two, but that didn’t slow Harmony at all. She rose back to her feet, and rolled Kelly onto her stomach. She stepped on the back of her knees and grabbed her hands before falling backwards into another surfboard with Kelly suspended above her.
Melissa: No wasted motion from the challenger! And now Harmony has gone from one surfboard variation to another here!
Kelly’s face was wrenched in pain as Harmony kept her arms and legs locked underneath her. The Garden crowd began chanting for the champion again as Christian shouted some advice from ringside. Rocca asked her once more if she wanted to quit, but got a negative response. Kelly then began trying to rock back and forth in the hold, causing Harmony to lose her grip and let Kelly slide down over her and onto the mat. The brunette quickly rolled to her feet as Kelly got up, and she walked right into a superkick on the jaw. The brunette fell backwards like a tree before Kelly lunged across her for the cover, with the referee darting in right behind her.
Melissa: Where did that come from?! Harmony walked right into a jaw rattling superkick!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
The challenger kicked out in time, causing Kelly to roll off the cover to the canvas. She sat up on her knees, clutching her ribs in agony before she rose to her feet. The champion darted for the ropes, using them for a springboard into an Asai moonsault. It connected perfectly, but caused her to roll off again as she held her ribs.
Dante: Kelly’s found an opening, and Harmony got her jaw jacked! But Kincaid’s ribs must feel like they are on fire right now. Everything she does hurts her as much as Harmony.
The blonde got back to her feet again, leaning against the ropes taking deep breath as she tried to soothe her ribs. The challenger began to get to her feet, though her legs weren’t quite under her as she wobbled a bit. Kelly bolted past her to the near side ropes, using them for a springboard into a disaster kick! She landed on her feet as Harmony collapsed back to the mat before she was immediately covered a second time!
Dante: Right on the button! Kincaid’s looking for knockout shots, and Harmony is in big time trouble! There’s the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THRE-NOOOOPE!!!
Once more, Harmony managed to get her shoulder up in time before the three. Kelly rolled off, one arm pressed to her ribs as she fought back to her feet. She looked up towards the corner, and started in that direction with the crowd largely behind the hometown girl.
Melissa: I don’t know what Kelly may be thinking, but whatever it is going to do her as much harm as it does Harmony! Kincaid’s heading to the top floor!
Harmony started to her feet again, seeing where Kelly was before she darted for the corner towards her. Kincaid leaped over her head off the top rope, landing behind her as Harmony just barely stopped herself from hitting the corner. When she turned around, Kelly caught her with another superkick that sent her into the turnbuckles anyway. Kelly lifted her with a pained expression to sit on the top rope, much as Harmony had done earlier. She climbed up with her, snapping her arms around her waist before delivering a cyclorama from the top rope to the canvas below! The live crowd came to its feet as Kelly hooked both legs for the cover!
Dante: CRASH AND BURN!! THAT’S IT!! KINCAID’S RETAINED HER TITLE!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Harmony rolled her shoulder at the last second, causing Kelly to stare blankly at the referee and then to her husband.
Melissa: WHAT?! How in the name of all that’s holy did Harmony do that?! Look at Kelly, she’s dumbfounded! I understand totally!
Kelly climbed back to her feet, her face wincing with each breath as she headed back for the corner again. The SVW Champion ascended to the top rope, quickly glancing to her husband before she came off with a shooting star press this time! It landed perfectly as Kelly clutched her ribs with one arm and Harmony’s leg with the other! Rocca dove to count the fall!
Melissa: There’s the FLIGHT PATH!! That’s her husband’s old finisher! New York City’s going home happy!!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Wait.
As Rocca’s hand came down for three, she looked to see Harmony’s foot across the bottom rope. She pointed it out to Kelly, who looked more than a little dismayed at this point when she saw it too.
Dante: It’s just not meant to be, Melissa! This is Harmony’s night! She just won’t stay down! Kelly Kincaid cannot put Harmony away tonight! Every title in SVW changed hands tonight, and Kelly’s not gonna be any different!
Kelly got back to her feet, gritting her teeth through the pain as she pulled Harmony back to her feet. She planted her head under one arm, and looked to be going for her headlock driver. But Harmony shoved her off. And when the champion turned back to grab her, Harmony pulled her into a spinning lifting double underhook facebuster! The British Vixen’s fans came to their feet as she dropped across Kelly for the cover!
Melissa: That’s Scarlett’s finisher! Harmony’s gonna beat Kelly with her own sister’s move! NEW CHAMPION!!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! No.
Kelly’s arm popped up and back down prior to the three hitting the mat. Harmony looked over to the referee, checking to make sure it was just a two. Rocca nodded her head as the challenger rolled off the cover.
Dante: Could you imagine how Kelly would have felt leaving the gold behind because of Scarlett’s own finisher?! Harmony is pulling everything she knows and then a little more!
Harmony got back to her feet, staggering a moment as she did so before jerking Kelly up with her. She planted her head between her legs, and hoisted her over her back!
Melissa: Kelly’s in position for the ACCIACATURA!! That’s Harmony’s favorite finisher!!
But Kelly started kicking her feet free, and reversed it! She landed on her feet with Harmony now hooked behind her. Kincaid transitioned into a vertebreaker that drove Harmony’s head and neck into the canvas!
Dante: That’s a vertebreaker!! Kelly fought out of the Gory Bomb, and CRUSHED Harmony with that vertebreaker!
The champion dove across her, hooking both legs in the process as the referee dropped into position to make the count.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Dante: I stand corrected! Every title in SVW changed hands tonight...but ONE!!
Rocca called for the bell as Kelly rolled off to lay on the mat across from Harmony. The New York crowd erupted for the blonde as the referee retrieved the SVW Championship. Christian got into the ring, helping his wife to her feet as the referee raised her hand. The hometown crowd roared in approval as she was handed back the SVW Championship.
John: Here is your winner by pinfall…..AND STILL SVW Champion…….KELLY KINCAID!!
Melissa: Kelly Kincaid came home right here in New York City! She went into the Hall of Fame tonight, and she’s leaving the Garden with her championship still intact!
Dante: They gave each other everything they had in their bodies….everything! And it was just one slight mistake that lead into a vertebreaker for Kelly to retain the title! Harmony has nothing to be ashamed of!
Harmony began to get up on the canvas, holding the back of her head as she looked over to see Kelly with the title. She offered her a handshake, which Kelly only took a second to return. The crowd gave both women an ovation, and Christian shook her hand as well.
Melissa: Sometimes, things are said in the heat of the moment. But whether or not they like each other, they have massive respect for one another. Climax was everything it was built up to be, and more! Thank you for joining us! Congratulations to Kelly Kincaid on retaining her title!
Harmony told her she’d see her again before she rolled out to the floor. Kelly thrust her SVW Championship overhead to a pop from the hometown crowd as Climax faded off the air.
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