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The SVW logo swings through the screen as we open on a video package for each of the championship matches on the card tonight with the instrumental version of “Another Way Out” by the Hollywood Undead playing in the background. We immediately go live inside the arena to a roar from the crowd. Pyro erupts from the stage as the camera pans the crowd.
Melissa: You are hearing the sound of a sold out Philips Arena here in the ATL, and you’re watching Fearless! Thank you for joining us on what promises to be a historic night for SVW!
Dante: Sixteen freaking matches, and almost every title in SVW is up for grabs!
Melissa: Let’s stop talking about it, and get to it! Fearless starts NOW!!
From there, we immediately cut to a video package.
A recap of the last match between Taryn and Vivi plays on the big screen, including Vivi breaking her Rising Star award over Taryn’s head. The camera heads down to find John Youle standing in the ring with a microphone already raised.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
The lights flicker as “Monster” covered by Brighter Than A Thousand Suns hits the speakers, the haunting lyrics calling out a statuesque woman from the back to the top of the ramp. Adjusting her mma glove and ponytail Taryn Ortiz coldly surveys the arena before making her way down the ring, a single focus to her.
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster!
John: Hailing from Anchorage Alaska, she is the Alaskan Bruiser....TARYN ORTIZ!!!
Taryn doesn’t react to fans, to camera flashes or any chants, she just walks directly to the ring like a woman possessed. The Alaskan rolls into the ring and finds her corner, leaning against it and rolling her neck. The fans didn’t matter, the music didn’t matter, all that mattered was the imminent violence.
Melissa: In their last meeting, Mistress Vivi broke the plaque for her rising star award over Taryn’s head and you can rest assured that Taryn doesn't plan to let that go.
Dante: It’s understandable that she will be looking for a little payback after that, but she will need to stay focused or she could end up making mistakes.
I'm not the one who's so far away when I feel the snake bite enter my veins
Never did I want to be here again and I don't remember why I came...
The lights in the arena dim and smoke fills the entrance as the first lines of Godsmack's "Voodoo" begin playing. Six well built young men emerge onto the stage carrying a caravan with a throne bolted instead of a chair. The high back throne with the plush seat and backing is sat up on by Mistress Vivi as she looks out amongst the crowd with disinterest.
Candles raise my desire why I'm so far away, no more meaning to my life, no more reason to stay...
Freezing feeling, breathe in, breathe in...
I'm coming back again...
The men carry her towards the ring slowly, making sure to take each step slowly in their loin cloths and little else. As they arrive, they gently place the caravan on the floor before three lay across each ring step. Vivi steps over their backs one by one till she reaches the apron. Two others hold the ropes open for her, allowing her to glide into the ring effortlessly to a growing roar of boos from the crowd.
John: Ladies and gentlemen, now making her way to the ring, she is the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, the High Priestess of Baron Samedi, the Monster of the French Quarter... the one and only… MISTRESS VIVI!
Melissa: Mistress Vivi has not had the best of luck in her matches since she won the Rising Star award, so it’s understandable that she believes it is cursed and that it has been responsible for her string of losses recently.
Dante: There shouldn’t be a problem with that now, since she broke the plaque and hopefully curse and Kyle retired the award for her.
Referee Philip Rivers checks both competitors as John takes his leave from the ring. He finds nothing on either woman so he calls for the bell to get the match underway. Taryn leaves her corner like she just heard a starter pistol has gone off, and reaches Vivi before she has barely stepped foot out of her corner. She starts to unload on the ‘Voodoo Queen’ with stiff right hands, pushing her back into her corner again. Rivers tells Taryn to break but he makes it to a count of three before Taryn stops her blows and pulls Vivi out of the corner. Ortiz goes to whip Vivi, but the Voodoo Queen plants her feet to stop herself. Taryn, quickly adjusts and instead cracks Vivi with a headbutt to the face which sends her reeling backwards a few steps.
Melissa: Taryn is more than a little annoyed with Vivi and it is showing by the bucketload. She hasn’t given her a respite since the bell rang.
Dante: She looks like she’s had all of that built up inside her since these two last met and now she is erupting like a volcano!
Taryn grabs the back of Vivi’s head to deliver a flurry of forearms across Vivi’s jaw. The Voodoo Queen tries to free herself, but Taryn keeps a tight grip and keeps the hits coming relentlessly. Ortiz finishes the forearms and releases Vivi’s head before cracking the Priestess with a knife edge chop to the chest, which pushes her back a step. Two more follow before Taryn grabs Vivi by the arm and whips her, this time successfully, into the ropes. Vivi rebounds off and Taryn leaves her feet for a dropkick to Vivi’s chest that pushes her straight back into the ropes. She rebounds off for a second time, Taryn catches her and uses a snap suplex to plant the Voodoo Queen on the canvas.
Dante: Taryn has not let up at all, she is focused on one thing and one thing only and that is laying into Vivi as much as possible.
Melissa: Taryn is in a prime position for a cover, but it doesn’t look like she has any intention of going for one.
Rather than go for a cover, Taryn mounts Vivi’s chest and starts to unload a vicious series of MMA style punches. The Voodoo Queen tries to cover up but Taryn just keeps the blows coming one after another. Rivers orders her to break and let Vivi up, but Taryn just keeps on whaling on her. The referee gets all the way to four, and is a hair's breadth from counting the five when Taryn gets back to her feet. She pulls Vivi up, but the Voodoo Queen just drops to her knees in front of her, unable to get her feet beneath her after the pummelling she has just taken.
Melissa: Taryn very nearly got herself disqualified with those mounted punches, and honestly it doesn’t look like she would have even noticed as long as you could have continued to beat on Vivi.
Ortiz pulls the Voodoo Queen up again, and fires her across to the ropes. Vivi rebounds off and Taryn heads towards her but before she reaches her, Vivi drops down onto her stomach. Taryn keeps going to the ropes that Vivi has just come off and uses them to rebound off, just as Vivi is pulling herself up to her feet again. Ortiz reaches the Voodoo Queen just as she has reached a fully vertical base, and snaps her arms around her waist to use a German suplex to dump her on the mat. This time Taryn goes for the cover as Rivers slides into position.
Dante: A German Suplex on top of everything else, and this could be an early shower for the Voodoo Queen.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-NO!!!
Vivi gets her shoulder up just before Rivers can complete the two, and Taryn rolls back to her feet immediately.
Melissa: Despite what Taryn has delivered so far, Vivi is not done yet and that kick out before two just proved it.
Ortiz stalks around Vivi and tells the Voodoo Queen to get up. Vivi ignores her and Taryn decides to take matters into her own hands, and starts pulling the New Orleans native roughly up to her feet. Once she reaches about half way, she hits Taryn with an elbow to her gut which catches the blonde by surprise and bends her double. Vivi makes it the rest of the way to her feet under her own steam and stares at Taryn for a moment with a pissed off look on her face. The Voodoo Queen hits Taryn with a knee to the face to stand her upright, before a short knee to the sternum bends her double again. Taking off towards the ropes, Vivi springboards off the second rope to deliver a moonsault that flattens Ortiz to the canvas.
Melissa: Vivi was playing possum to some extent there and Taryn didn’t see that sucker punch coming!
Dante: You should always be prepared for anything in the ring, you never know if your opponent is truly as out as they may appear.
Vivi gets back to her feet again, taking a second to clear the cobwebs. She grabs the Alaskan bruiser by the hair and pulls her back up to her feet to unleash a series of right hands into the side of the blonde’s head. Several shots connect in quick succession, pushing Taryn back a couple of steps. Keeping up the attack, Vivi manages to drive Taryn back into the corner and as soon as she does, Vivi takes hold of her head and rams it against the second turnbuckle. The Voodoo Queen spins Taryn around and attempts to smash her face into the turnbuckle, but Taryn quickly puts her hands out in front of herself just in the nick of time.
Dante: It’s clear that while Vivi may have been laying it on a bit, she wasn’t completely playing possum. Taryn’s aggressive start has taken its toll on the Voodoo Queen.
Melissa:Vivi has the momentum into her favor or at least that’s how it appears at the moment. Though Taryn preventing herself from getting her face rearranged could be telling us a different story.
Taryn starts firing elbows back, but Vivi keeps stepping side to side to avoid them. Much to the annoyance of Taryn, and the Atlanta crowd who are wanting to see her pummelled again. Realising that Taryn isn’t going to stop her elbow attempts, Vivi connects an elbow of her own to the back of the blonde’s head and then pulls her out of the corner. She whips the Alaskan bruiser across into the ropes, while she runs to the opposite side. Bouncing off the ropes the Voodoo Queen meets Taryn in the middle of the ring and delivers a single arm DDT to drive her head into the canvas. The New Orleans native floats over for the cover as Rivers gets back into position for the count.
Melissa: A vicious DDT from Mistress Vivi and I think Taryn might be seeing stars after that one.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOO!!!
NOPE!!!
Taryn kicks out with power and such force that she sends Vivi flying across to the ropes. The Voodoo Queen grabs hold of the ropes and only barely stops herself from going straight through them.
Dante: It looks more like she is seeing red to me. Taryn is carrying a fair bit of anger tonight and it is all aimed directly at the Voodoo Queen.
Melissa: You can’t really blame her, I wouldn’t be very happy with somebody that broke a wooden plaque over my head either.
Ortiz immediately gets back to her knees but before she can get any further, Vivi closes the gap between the two and pulls her the rest of the way up to her feet, by her head. Attempting to whip her across to the ropes, the Voodoo Queen is caught off guard by an elbow to the side of the head from Taryn. The blonde reverses the attempt and instead sends Mistress Vivi across into the ropes, which earns her quite a large pop from the Atlanta crowd. The brunette bounces off and ducks under Taryn’s arm to avoid being caught. She continues onto the opposite ropes, and uses them to bounce off to deliver a spinning heel kick to Taryn’s head as she turns to face her. The blonde drops like a rock and Vivi runs to the opposite ropes. This time she springboards off to deliver to a diving elbow drop and then wastes no time in going for another cover.
Melissa: Another cover from Mistress Vivi in quick succession and this could be it for this match!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Taryn kickouts again but slightly slower than previously. Mistress Vivi looks to the referee and when he confirms that it was only a two she smacks the canvas in frustration.
Dante: The crowd are pretty happy about Taryn kicking out and I think that is only adding to Vivi’s frustration.
The Alaskan bruiser starts to pull herself together, and on seeing that Vivi heads to the corner and scales to the top turnbuckle. She steadies herself as she watches Taryn get back up to her feet. As soon as the blonde is vertical, the Voodoo Queen launches herself off, looking to connect a missile dropkick, but Taryn sees her coming and dodges to the side. Vivi crashes and burns with a sickening thud to the canvas.
Dante: Going high always comes with a high risk, and this time the odds just didn’t fall in Vivi’s favor. This crowd are not complaining at seeing her crash and burn though, quite the opposite in fact.
Mistress Vivi gets back to her feet a little groggily, and Taryn straight away launches at her. She connects a pair of chops to the Voodoo Queen’s chest before spinning her around to a lariat to the back of her head. Taryn delivers a fist drop into Vivi’s midsection, before going for a cover. Rivers gets into position as Ortiz hooks one of the Voodoo Queen’s legs for good measure.
Melissa: BLACKOUT from Taryn and it could be lights out for Mistress Vivi.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!
Vivi gets her shoulder up just barely before the three stopping the count, and Taryn tells the referee it was three. Rivers confirms it was only two and Taryn pushes back to her knees.
Dante: Not yet, Melissa! She’s still going, although that was extremely close.
Taryn gets back up to her feet and tells Vivi to get up. Vivi just lays there and Taryn starts to pace up and down at the side of her. She keeps her eye on the Voodoo Queen and every time she gets near her head she tells her again to get up. It doesn’t like Vivi is moving at all, and Rivers goes to check on her. As the referee bends down, Vivi sits up quickly ‘accidentally’ knocking into him and sending him sprawling into Taryn. The Voodoo Queen pops back up and starts to hammer forearms across Taryn’s back. The Alaskan bruiser, gathers her bearings after the referee falling into her and spins around to face the New Orleans native. As soon as she does, Vivi connects a palm heel strike to her jaw which sends her staggering a couple of steps backwards. The brunette follows with a spinning heel kick which knocks Taryn back to the ropes, before she takes off to the opposite ropes herself. Vivi rebounds off the ropes and delivers her running dropkick to Taryn’s knees.
Dante: There’s BOW TO YOUR MISTRESS and it looks like Vivi isn’t finished yet!
Melissa: That obviously wasn’t an accident with the referee. Vivi played possum again and then used the referee to distract Taryn long enough for her to catch her off guard, she could tell that Taryn was too focused for her to do it any other way.
As the Alaskan bruiser begins to get upright again, Vivi backs up to get a little running room then comes full speed at Tary to deliver her running swinging DDT to drive the blonde’s head into the canvas. She connects the move perfectly, before going straight for the cover and hooking both of Taryn’s legs for the cover. As Rivers gets into position for the count, Vivi kicks both feet up onto the middle rope for added pressure.
Melissa: HURRICANE VIVIENNE and I think she has just made it 1-1 against Taryn!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Vivi kicks her feet off the ropes as Rivers gets back to his feet and calls for the bell.
John: Your winner……………..via pinfall………………..MISTRESS VIVI!
Dante: The Voodoo Queen was right! That award was holding her back, it must have been cursed!
Melissa: Or she just used some shady shenanigans to steal the win from under Taryn’s nose.
Dante: You say potato, I say potatoh.
The Voodoo Queen gets back to her feet with a smirk, telling the crowd that she knew it had been the Rising Star award that had been responsible for her last few matches. Her smile only grows as the referee raises her hand to a massive amount of boos from the Atlanta crowd. Once Rivers has released her hand, Vivi makes her way out of the ring and heads back up the ramp. On that image the camera cuts to a package for the next match.
John Youle: The following match is scheduled for one fall and has NO time limit! The winner of this match will win an opportunity at the SVW Pride Championship!
Little Big Town’s “Tornado” comes out through the speakers. As the lyrics hit, Leighana steps through the curtains, a smile on her face and a leather jacket over her ring gear. Beside her is Christian Kincaid, who places a hand on her shoulder with a smile. The two then head down the ramp, where at the bottom, the blonde woman takes towards the ring, sliding on her stomach through the ropes.
John: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, please welcome LEIGHANA!
Leighana reaches her feet and heads for a corner, where she jumps high and perches herself on the top ropes, looking out around her before jumping again, turning and landing on the middle buckle, and sits on the top buckle as the music fades out. Christian hops the apron and the two share words.
Melissa: It’s third time lucky for one of these competitors tonight.
Dante: And its not just about personal pride either, there’s a chance at the Pride Championship on the line too!
“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: Introducing…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.
Melissa: She is a nasty piece of work.
Dante: Not someone I would want to meet in a dark alley, that’s for sure.
Phillip Rivers calls for the bell and neither competitor waste time by diving into the middle of the ring to a tie up, but Chen takes the advantage with a kick to the gut that doubles Leighana over. Chen hammers down on the blonde with stiff strikes to the back of the neck then takes hold of her by the wrist and throws her into the corner, following up with a forearm smash. Leighana leans forward as she gasps for breath, but its short lived as Chen pushes her back upright then fires off a stiff knife edge chop that echoes around the arena! Chen pulls her out towards the ropes and tries to send her sailing, but Leighana reverses the momentum and sends Chen for the ride, knocking her down with a standing dropkick on the rebound! Chen scurries to her feet but Leighana gets there first to knock her down with a second dropkick, sending Chen sprawling into the corner. Leighana leaps into action, chasing Chen into the corner and hitting her with an open hand chop across the chest!
Melissa: Turnabout is fair play!
Dante: I lose my breath just watching those chops. God knows how they feel actually being hit with them.
With Chen bent over and clutching at her chest, Leighana takes the opportunity to grab her opponent by the back of the head and charge out of the corner, driving Chen face first into the mat with a running bulldog! The blonde quickly rolls her over and hooks the leg …
1 … Chen kicks out!
Chen sits up straight away and Leighana keeps the pressure on, wrapping her legs around Chen to lock her into a body scissors. Rivers dives to the canvas to check for any sign of submission, but Chen snarls at Rivers to get away as she tries furiously to hammer away at Leighana’s legs to break the hold. The blonde lifts herself up on her hands to increase the pressure and Chen’s cries of pain intensifies until the blonde sits herself back down again, Chen swinging wildly with an elbow that catches Leighana in the jaw. The blonde is stunned but keeps her grip of Chen, who swings another stiff elbow shot which is enough to get Leighana to release her grip. Chen rises to her feet as Leighana checks for any sign of blood before turning around into Chen to take her down with a snapmare then hit the ropes with a low dropkick that connects with her jaw. Leighana crumples backwards and Chen rolls out under the bottom rope to the apron, almost leaping to his feet before leaping up and landing a slingshot leg drop that hits the mark! Chen manoeuvres into a cover …
1 … Leighana kicks out!
Leighana is quick to try and make it to her feet, but Chen catches her before she has chance and throws her across the ring with a huge German Suplex!
Melissa: Li Chen just threw Leighana almost the entire length of the ring with that German Suplex!
Dante: She’s been quick to take control in this match up, but with a Pride Championship shot on the line, who wouldn’t?
Leighana looks like she’s on dream street as she gets to her feet, staggering into the corner which gives Chen the chance to charge for another forearm smash, but she’s able to gather her wits in time to get a foot up that smacks Chen in the jaw, sending her sprawling out into the ring. Chen shakes off the cobwebs and turns around to find Leighana on the middle rope, the blonde leaping off to crash into Chen and take her to the canvas with a crossbody, hooking the leg on the landing …
1 … 2 … Chen kicks out!
Chen tries to get to her feet, but Leighana continues the pressure by pulling her up and throwing Chen into the ropes, picking her up on the rebound to plant her hard with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker in the middle of the ring! Chen clutches at her back as she sits up, only for Leighana to lock on a sleeper hold. Rivers dives to check for any sign of submission as Chen fights with everything she’s got against the hold, trying to twist and turn her body out of the blonde’s grip. She manages to get to a knee then push up to her feet as Leighana keeps hold of the grip, but Chen manages to land her with elbow after elbow to the midsection until she releases her grip. Chen pulls herself up to her feet and catches a charging Leighana with a kick to the gut before hurling her over with a Northern Lights Suplex to bridge into the cover attempt …
1 … 2 … Leighana kicks out!
Chan glares at Rivers, who just confirms the kickout at two before going after Leighana again with a kick to the midsection that Leighana catches and replies to with a Windmill Kick of her own!
Melissa: Windmill kick on the money!
Dante: That one will rearrange your features.
Chen instinctively rolls onto her stomach to stop the pin attempt, but she doesn’t factor for Leighana keeping the pressure up by locking her into a single leg boston crab! The crowd in the arena come to life as Chen desperately reaches for the bottom rope, all the while denying Rivers questioning about giving in. Leighana pulls back even harder on the hold, which elicits a scream from Chen, but the smaller woman digs deep and begins to drag herself towards the bottom rope on her elbows, pausing every so often to reach out and not quite reach the rope! With one more stretch, Chen finally manages to wrap her fingers around the bottom rope and Leighana complies with Rivers instruction to break the hold.
Chen moves her legs around as Rivers checks she’s fit to continue, using the ropes to rise to her feet before Leighana goes in for another attack, only for Chen to drop down and pull the top rope down, leaving Leighana to crash and burn to the floor! Rivers begins a count as Chen uses the break to catch her breath before hitting the ropes and flying over the top as Leighana finds her feet to crash into her with a Tope Con Hilo!
Melissa: AIR CHEN!
Dante: I always watch that move from behind my hands, I’d hate to see it go wrong.
Rivers restarts his count as Chen pulls herself back to her feet, pulling Leighana with her and driving her spine first into the ring apron by the waist! Leighana crumples to the floor but Chen just drags her back to her feet and throws her under the bottom rope, quickly sliding in after her to grab a fist of blonde hair and drag Leighana over to the turnbuckle. Chen ignores Rivers pleas to get out of the corner as she climbs to the middle rope then leaps off to drive Leighana head first into the mat with a Tornado DDT! Chen leaps into the cover …
1 … 2 … Leighana kicks out!
Once again, Chen argues with Rivers over the count as Leighana begins to stir, but she doesn’t get far as Chen spots the opportunity and leaps in to lock her into a Dragon sleeper and Bodyscissors combo!
Melissa: Leighana could tap out here!
Dante: Chen’s game plan is smart: don’t give her the breathing room.
Leighana’s arms begin to flail wildly as she fights back against Chen’s grip, furiously denying any of Rivers requests for a submission as she desperately reaches out for the bottom rope after managing to get Chen on her side. Using her legs for support, Leighana pushes herself closer to the bottom rope as the fans in the arena begin to get behind her, the blonde reaching desperately as she edges herself closer and closer until she finally manages to get her fingertips to the bottom rope! Rivers calls for the break and Chen just ignores it, holding onto the hold for as long as she legally can before finally kicking away from Leighana and rolling away to give Rivers the chance to check she’s fit to continue.
Leighana uses the ropes to get herself back to her feet and manages to stop Chen’s momentum with an elbow to the jaw as she charges, giving her the opening she needs to run at Chen and drive her head first into the mat with a tornado DDT of her own! Chen rolls onto her back and Leighana feels the momentum on her side, swiftly heading for the ropes to land a springboard moonsault across Chen’s prone body! Leighana hooks the leg …
1 … 2 … Chen kicks out!
Chen makes an attempt to get to her feet but Leighana cuts her off by helping her up, throwing her into the ropes and catching the brunette with a high knee that connects hard! Chen hits the mat but still shows signs of life as Leighana heads for the corner, scrambling to the middle rope as Chen turns around to fly with a diving calf kick that hits the mark!
Melissa: First the knee, now that calf kick! Li Chen just got her bell rung twice over.
Dante: I’m amazed there’s no cartoon birds flying around her head.
The crowd goes mad as Leighana seems to have found a second wind, climbing to the top rope and counting to five to signal for the Force Five finisher, the crowd joining in with the counting. She takes a second to check she’ll hit before flying off with the moonsault senton, but she just crashes and burns as Chen rolls out of the way at the last second! Rivers begins to count as neither competitor shows any sign of life until Chen finally manages to get herself back to her feet, stalking a dazed Leighana and leaping onto her back for a crucifix pin …
1 … 2 … Leighana kicks out!
Chen is vicious in her assault as she immediately mounts Leighana and begins firing off with hard right hands, ignoring Rivers instructions to stop and the subsequent count until the last second. Chen grabs a fist of hair and drags Leighana back to her feet, driving her knee up into Leighana’s face for good measure before she drags her to the turnbuckle and with an arm around the neck, drops Leighana face first into the turnbuckle with a reverse STO! Leighana slumps into the corner but Chen isn’t finished. She moves to behind Leighana and pulls her out of the corner by the waist to throw her over with a German Suplex! Leighana is on dream street but still fighting as she rolls to the ropes and uses them for support to get to her feet, turning round into a huge superkick from Chen! Leighana’s head snaps back as she slumps to the canvas, Chen dragging her towards the corner as she feels the end is near. With Leighana in position, he climbs to the top rope and leaps off with an Imploding 450 splash, a move that fails as Leighana gets the knees up!
Melissa: The 450 splash is a beautiful move but Li Chen paid for the risk.
Dante: Talk about a crash and burn!
Leighana pulls herself up in the corner as Chen gasps for breath while trying to get up, the blonde picking her moment to charge at Chen on her knees, sending her sprawling with a running knee strike. Leighana is quick to get back into the game, locking Chen into a triangle choke for good measure! Chen struggles wildly against the move, roaring at Rivers that she won’t give in despite Leighana’s best efforts to increase the pressure on the move. It looks as though Chen is starting to fade and Rivers checks that she is fit to continue when she finds a burst of energy and pushes on her feet to push Leighana back and her shoulders onto the mat …
1 … 2 … Leighana breaks the hold!
Leighana drags herself back to her feet as Chen tries to shrug off the effects of the choke hold and push to her feet, just about making it vertical as Leighana goes on the attack, running and leaping to take Chen down with a hurricanrana that sends Chen sprawling across the ring! Chen uses the ropes to pull herself up in the corner and Leighana goes to attack again, but Chen cuts her off with a foot to the jaw that staggers the blonde long enough for Chen to work out where she is. Leighana goes back on the attack again, but Chen cuts her off again with a stiff kick to the midsection before slamming her knee into Leighana’s face for a second time, staggering her enough for Chen to guide her out of the corner and plant her into the canvas with a straightjacket neckbreaker! Leighana immediately clutches at her head and neck, but Chen pushes her back down into the cover …
1 … 2 … Leighana kicks out!
Chen makes the cover a second time …
1 … 2 … Leighana kicks out again!
Chen slams her hands into the canvas out of sheer frustration then grabs Leighana by the hair to pull her up, but Leighana catches her off guard as she pulls her into a small package …
1 … 2 … Chen kicks out!
Both women find a second wind and are quick to scurry for the advantage with Leighana getting there first, hitting Chen with a standing dropkick that knocks her down hard. Chen charges back to her feet but Leighana hits her with another standing dropkick that knocks her down for a second time. Chen tries to charge back to her feet for a second time, but Leighana has the move scouted and grabs hold of Chen’s arm to lock on a flying cross armbar! The crowd goes insane as Leighana pulls back on Chen’s arm, the brunette screaming out in pain as she violently thrashes to get out of the hold, reaching out for the bottom rope while lashing out at Leighana as much as she can. Rivers dives in to check for the submission, but Chen flatly refuses to give in!
Melissa: It could all be over and done with here!
Dante: Leighana could break Li Chen’s arm right here!
Chen slowly begins to edge her body closer to the bottom rope but she can’t reach with her hand and goes for a different tactic, contorting her body to get her foot on the bottom rope! Rivers calls for the break and Leighana obliges, releasing the hold and rolling away from Chen to give Rivers the chance to check that Chen is fit to continue the match. Happy its all above board, Leighana goes after Chen again, taking her by the wrist and throwing her into the ropes. Chen rebounds back and Leighana leapfrogs over her, letting Chen hit the ropes again and bounce back to Leighana, but it doesn’t go to plan as Chen manages to execute the Thunderbolt out of nowhere!! Chen hooks both the legs …
1 … 2 … 3!!!
John Youle: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Li Chen!!
Rivers makes an attempt to lift Li Chen’s arm in the show of victory, but she quickly wrenches it away from him, favouring it following the arm bar none too long ago. Li Chen rolls out of the ring with a smile on her face as Rivers checks on Leighana.
Melissa: And we have a new number one contender to the Pride Championship!
Dante: It’s taken three matches to get there, but we made it and Li Chen will face the winner of Lilly Arthur vs. Sophia Pike in the not too distant future!
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
The lights in the arena die down a tad, as a figure in a hoodie can be seen stepping up onto the entranceway. Over the speakers a drum begins to beat, as a man speaks.
"They say that nobody changes
But I'm living proof that they do
Because I've found the answer, and you can find the answer too!"
The figure starts to set off down the ramp, head nodding along with the music as it swells, seemingly singing along with the man as he continues on.
"They made me think I was crazy
And that the pain was here to stay
But now that I've found the answer
I'm never ever gonna lose my way..."
The figure stops suddenly halfway down the ramp, the lights shooting on and their hood being thrown back, revealing Jolyne Dysart as she pumps a fist into the air along with the proud cry.
"EVER AGAIN!"
As the music kicks into high gear Jolyne takes off at a run down the ramp, the fans cheering propelling her on as John sets off her introduction.
John: Introducing from San Diego, California, weighing in at 150 Lbs, this is JOLYNE DYSAAAAAAAART!
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 reiterate her thoughts. “EVER AGAIN!” Jolyne shouts with the singer as she leaps off the turnbuckle and goes over to her corner, a wide smile apparent on her face.
Melissa: Jolyne gave Kaylee all she wanted in their first match and then some, to the point that Kaylee was ready to walk out. With the stipulation for Kaylee tonight, you can bet that won’t be happening, and Jolyne could be about to send Kaylee’s dreams of heading to Aggression crashing.
Dante: In her last match with Kaylee, Jolyne found herself on the receiving end of a Superkick from Andi Takata that was intended for Kaylee. So you can bet she has a receipt for Kaylee for that tonight.
The familiar opening from “Paint It Black” by the Rolling Stones begins to play, causing a chorus of boos from the crowd as Kaylee Clarke appears at the top of the stage. She tugs on a small leather jacket before jerking it off, and heading towards the ring. Her path to the ring is illuminated by four purple spotlights before she slides on her belly under the bottom rope into the ring. Hearing the crowd response, it brings a little smile to her feet before she pushes up to her feet and climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle to inform the crowd that someone’s about to get evicted.
John: Introducing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, ladies and gentlemen…..this is KAYLEE CLARKE!!!
She hops down to the mat from there, crouching in her corner with her hands on the middle rope looking across with a grin at her opponent.
Melissa: Kaylee has been making it clear that she wants to go to Aggression, and tonight she has the chance to make it happen. As per Cody’s stipulation, if Kaylee can beat Jolyne tonight, then she will be traded to Aggression after Fearless.
Dante: If she doesn’t manage it though, she will have the ‘Lucky Star’ Andi Takata instead. Though that might be safer for her than Aggression, where I’m sure Nancy Hudson will be ready to welcome her after she superkicked her husband!
As John makes his exit from the ring referee Billy Phelps finishes checking both competitors and calls for the bell to get the match underway. Both women make their way to the centre with the Atlanta crowd solidly behind Jolyne all the way. Kaylee tries to offer Jolyne a handshake, but she shakes her head saying she’s not falling for it. Kaylee shrugs and then quickly goes for an elbow to Jolyne’s head, but Dysart ducks under her arm. Jolyne stands back upright and Kaylee makes a second attempt, but Jolyne again ducks it. This time she stands up much quicker and hits Kaylee with a knee to her mid section which almost lifts Clarke off her feet. As Kaylee composes herself, Jolyne dashes past her and heads for the ropes behind her. Rebounding off them she comes back to Kaylee as the Canadian wrestler turns and catches her with a running DDT that plants her on the canvas.
Melissa: Kaylee tried to catch Jolyne with handshake, but Jolyne was not falling it. And she has successfully managed to avoid each strike that Kaylee has sent her way so far.
Dante: Jolyne is more than alert and could see what Kaylee was trying to do, I’m surprised that more people don’t realise when they’re being lured into a trap to be honest.
Kaylee immediately pops back up to her feet, and starts to trash talk Jolyne which doesn’t seem to phase Jolyne at all, as the California native hits Kaylee with an elbow to the side of her head. She starts to unload with a flurry of right hands into the same spot before she connects a headbutt to Clarke’s face that sends her reeling backwards a few steps. Grabbing Clarke by the shoulders, Jolyne starts to connect with knee shots one after another into her midsection. She starts hitting them harder until the hardest one actually lifts Kaylee of her feet for a second. Jolyne delivers one more knee lift, then whips Kaylee across into the corner. Kaylee hits back first and immediately Jolyne follows her in and connects a running knee into her gut which bends her double. Jolyne hits a knee into Kaylee’s face to stand her back upright, and then steps up the ropes beside her to deliver an Enziguri which sends her back out of the corner and to her knees. Jolyne pulls her back up to her feet by the head and fires her across into the ropes. Kaylee bounces off and Jolyne catches her on the rebound to deliver a snap suplex that almost puts the Canadian wrestler straight through the canvas. Dysart takes off to the ropes at speed and springboards off them to deliver a leg drop straight across Kaylee’s body, before she throws her arm over for the cover. Phelps slides into position immediately for the count.
Melissa: Jolyne is not getting paid by the hour and she has the cover.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOO-NOPE!!!
Kaylee kicks out and pushes Jolyne away from her, before rolling away herself towards the ropes.
Dante: Kaylee isn’t ready to give up on her wish to go to Aggression yet, she has plenty left in the tank.
Jolyne rolled back to her feet and quickly closed the distance between herself and Kaylee. Kaylee was having none of that though and quickly rolled under the bottom rope, coming to her feet on the apron. Jolyne goes to reach for Kaylee, but Phelps steps in front of her to stop her. Kaylee smirks from the outside and wags her finger at the California native, only antagonising her further.
Dante: Jolyne really should know better with all her experience, she can’t touch Kaylee at the moment and Kaylee has no intention of getting back in the ring while Jolyne is waiting there to pounce.
With the crowd booing her loudly, Kaylee stays on the apron, telling the referee that she won’t get back in while Jolyne is so close. Phelps turns to tell Jolyne to take a step back and as he does, Kaylee reaches through the ropes to push him. He collides with Jolyne, and stumbles a little with his hand raised to his head. With them both disorientated, Kaylee rushes back into the ring and hits Jolyne with a kick between her legs which brings her to her knees in pain. The Canadian wrestler takes off to the ropes and rebounds off them to connect a running knee to the side of Jolyne’s head which puts the California native on the canvas.
Melissa: Using the referee as a distraction to be able to deliver that low blow has given Kaylee an opening to swing this match into her favour.
Dante: There’s nobody that wouldn’t drop to their knees after a kick between their legs, nobody is immune, it’s why they tend to be so effective.
Jolyne starts to get back to her feet, still in a fair amount of pain and Kaylee fires her across into the ropes. As Jolyne bounces off, Kaylee comes off the opposite ropes to deliver a running single leg dropkick square to her chest, that sends the California native back first to the canvas. Dysart staggers back to her feet, and finds herself on the receiving end of a clothesline that sends her straight back down again. Slowly now, Jolyne starts to get back up again, but before she can Kaylee leaves her feet and lands a knee drop into her abdomen that bends the Californian in two. Without skipping a beat Kaylee lays back against Jolyne for the cover, earning her a massive amount of disdain and boos from the Atlanta crowd. Phelps drops into position for the count.
Dante: Kaylee is showing just how much she wants to go to Aggression, and it looks like her determination could be about to pay off for her.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOPE!!!
Dysart gets her shoulder up just after two and as Kaylee starts to move away to get back to her feet, Jolyne grabs her by the back of her head and pulls her down to the canvas beside her.
Melissa: I don’t think that move has accomplished much for Jolyne, but it has definitely slowed Kaylee down a bit and prevented her from keeping her momentum going.
Jolyne rolls to the ropes and uses them to steady herself as she gets back to her feet, while Kaylee rolls onto her front and pushes up to her hands knees. Before she can get fully back to a vertical base, Dysart hits her with a soccer kick to her middle that sends her into the air a little before she lands on her back on the canvas. The California native pulls Kaylee back up to her feet again and clocks her with a right hand to the head. An elbow follows to the same spot before she starts to unleash a volley of forearms across her jaw.
Melissa: Jolyne looked like she was going for a goal with that kick! If she ever decides to give up wrestling she could have a very successful soccer career with feet like those.
Dysart grabs Kaylee by the shoulders and delivers a pair of headbutts into her face, before pushing her backwards towards the ropes. As soon as Kaylee’s back hits them, Dysart grabs her arm and whips her across to the opposite side. She hits and speed and rebounds off to find herself on the receiving end of a double underhook DDT from Jolyne that drives her head into the canvas. Phelps drops into position as Jolyne goes straight for the cover.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!!
Kaylee gets her foot across the bottom rope which Phelps spots and stops the count immediately. Jolyne pushes back to her knees and looks at him for clarification, shaking her head in disappointment, which is mirrored by the crowd, when he holds up two fingers to confirm to her.
Dante: A great ring awareness being shown by Kaylee there, she instinctively knew her positioning despite being dropped on her head only moments before.
As Jolyne is looking at the referee, Kaylee quietly gets back to her feet, and takes a moment to gather herself. Dysart gets back to a fully vertical base herself, and spins around straight into a superkick from Kaylee that sends her head reeling. Jolyne tries to pull herself together but before she can, Kaylee hits her with an European uppercut that sends her head reeling again. A second follows before Kaylee delivers a double knee facebreaker to the California native. Jolyne stumbles back to her feet, but Kaylee comes off the ropes to deliver her running corkscrew neckbreaker. She gets herself straight into position for the cover and hooks one of Jolyne’s legs as she does.
Dante: EVICTION NOTICE! This looks like Kaylee’s ticket to Aggression coming right now!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!!
Dysart manages to get her shoulder up at the last possible moment, causing Kaylee to slap the mat in frustration before getting back to her feet. She holds her arms out to the crowd and is showered in boos for her troubles.
Melissa: She’s not there yet! Jolyne is not making her journey an easy one at all.
Kaylee storms back towards Jolyne as she is starting to stir and shouts at her that she is wants to go to Aggression. She reaches down to pull Jolyne up, but the California native launches herself forward to wrap her arms around Kaylee’s legs. She gives a sharp tug and sends the Canadian wrestler falling backwards into the corner, hitting her head off the bottom turnbuckle as she lands. Jolyne uses the time to get back to her own feet as Kaylee has not moved at all, she takes a moment to gather her bearings.
Melissa: Landing on your head is never a good thing, landing on your head on the turnbuckle has to be even worse! Kaylee might be out here.
Dante: She hasn’t moved since she fell, so that does look like she’s out, but if Jolyne hasn’t got the cover it’s not much good to her.
As the referee goes to check on her, Kaylee stirs and then slowly gets back to her feet looking more than a little disorientated. Jolyne only makes that worse when she grabs the Canadian wrestler’s arms from behind and pulls them around her neck before falling backwards to deliver her straight-jacket double knee backbreaker. Jolyne doesn’t give Clarke a second, before pulling her up to her feet and hitting her with a pair of stiff rights to the head for good measure. She leaves the Canadian wrestler wobbling on her feet for a moment, before she sends her crashing to the canvas with her spinning superman elbow. Without skipping a beat she throws her arm over for the cover and hooks both of Kaylee’s legs for good measure.
Dante: NIGHTBREAKER into POWER OF WILL and Kaylee’s dreams of going to Aggression are going to be gone in just three seconds time.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Phelps immediately gets back to his feet and calls for the bell, as Jolyne rolls back up to her knees looking tired but pleased with herself.
John: Your winner…………via pinfall……………………….JOLYNE DYSART!
Melissa: Jolyne has taken the victory and Kaylee’s chance to go to Aggression with it. That is going to be one annoyed Kaylee when she eventually gets up!
Jolyne gets back to her feet to have her hand raised by Phelps under a sea of cheers from the Atlanta crowd, before the camera cuts elsewhere.
Team Wilma
We come in backstage where we see Wilma and her bodyguard, Morrigan, looking over a thick book together, Morrigan looking annoyed like a bear trying to learn how to read.
Wilma: See? It’s pretty simple, I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out in no time and when you do, it’s going to mean big things for us!
Morrigan: You mean big things for you. I’m not crazy about you volunteering me to do things, especially things that aren’t in the realm of protecting you which, as I’ll remind you again, is actually my job.
Wilma: Your job is to do what I ask you to do!
Wilma was looking annoyed until Morrigan shot a glare back at her and Wilma shrunk back down a bit.
Wilma: Please?
Morrigan rolled her eyes and went back to looking at the book for a second before Wilma tossed it behind them when she spotted someone approaching, a big smile on her face.
Wilma: Kyle! Or rather, Mr. Kilmeade, great to see you again!
The Aggression General Manager joined them both, giving Wilma’s hand a very delicate shake and just a short wave to Morrigan.
Kyle: You can call me Kyle, that’s fine. I hope I’m not deterring you from getting ready for your match next.
Morrigan was looking behind herself to see where the book landed as Wilma just shook her head.
Wilma: Oh no, I’ve been getting ready for this match for two solid weeks, now, nothing else I can do but to go out there and show everyone that crime doesn’t pay! I did want to talk to you about something if you had a minute, though?
Kyle: Let me guess, the surprise I mentioned for the winner of the triple threat at Aggression? Which you won, and I had no doubt you would. Very impressive as your entire time in SVW has been. Would that be it, or is it something else?
Wilma: I was actually going to ask if you had any designs in mind or if you just wanted Morrigan here to use ehr imagination…
Morrigan elbowed Wilma in the ribs and she jumped a bit.
Wilma: But now that you mention it, the surprise did cross my mind, too!
Kyle: Allow me to put your mind at ease. The prize for the winner is a #1 contender match for the Adrenaline Championship. Since you won, you’ve got the match. And I’ll have a better idea of who it will be against after the show is through. But for now, you’re locked in for getting it. How’s that sound?
Kyle barely made any acknowledgment towards Morrigan as he spoke.
Kyle: I’ve already got some designs in mind, and you can come check them out in my office after you are done with your match and cooled down.
Wilma had a devious smile on her face as she heard her reward for winning the triple threat, softening up a bit with his invitation.
Wilma: Sounds like a plan, we should get going though, match to have and all.
Morrigan: What about the…
Wilma: Shh! See you later, Kyle!
Wilma tries her best to drag Morrigan away but doesn’t get very far until the larger woman shrugs and walks down with her on her own accord.
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A recap video shows the history between Nico and Wilma before we head back to ringside with John awaiting with his microphone.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
Melissa: Here’s an Adrenaline division rematch that’s been needing to happen. Nico and Wilma haven’t gotten along since day one, and they are tied 1-1 right now.
Dante: Plus you got Wilma coming in with a #1 contender shot coming up. Kyle didn’t name the other opponent, but if Nico wins, he’d have to be it. I don’t think he will, but just saying.
The legendary opening strum of "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor kicks up, getting an immediate reaction just on that alone. As the heaviness kicks up, the infectious beat traverses through the audience. More so when the lights in the arena cascade Panama’s colors of blue, red, and white. Stepping onto the stage, bopping along with the beat, Nico Costello scans the audience. He throws his arms up to further incite them before heading down to the ring. There’s an obvious pep in his step and a glimmer in his dark eyes. He kisses on a pendant around his neck when he reaches the center of the stage.
John: Making his way down to the ring...from Panama City, Panama...weighing in at 215 pounds...NICOOOOO COSTELLLLLOOOOOO!
When he reaches the ring, he takes off the pendant and heads into the ring. He goes towards the referee, giving them a pat on the shoulder and entrusting the pendant to them. When he ends the brief conversation, Nico heads to the center of the ring and crouches down. He gives his respects to the ring, the crowd, and the Heavens before getting off and rushing up the rope. He stands there, keeping the energy of the crowd up. He points out to several of them before jumping off the ropes. After his show is over, he opts to start to search. Namely, a homage to Son Goku by leaning his weight onto a knee and stretching out the free leg and then leaning onto the other.
Melissa: In his short time in SVW, I think Nico has grown himself a very healthy fanbase. And who can blame them? What’s not to like?
Dante: Well let’s see. He has a hard time accepting defeat. He didn’t appreciate Wilma’s goodwill gesture of giving him some of her Wilma Dollars. Seems ungrateful to me.
The Lights in the arena go out for a moment before we hear “Look What You Made Me Do” start to play and the crowd looks down the aisle as Wilma Iris Napier the third makes her way out from the back, closely followed by her muscle, Morrigan.
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!
John: Introducing from Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in at one hundred and sixteen pounds, she is the Silver Spoon Sweetheart...Wilma Iris Napier the Third!
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do
Wilma slides in under the bottom rope and gets to her feet, waiving her right hand out at the people who are disinterested at best and jeering at worst, but she pays no mind with her big smile on her face. She gets in her corner and relaxes against the turnbuckle, checking her nails and saying something to Morrigan.
Melissa: Wilma Iris Napier, like her or not, has one of the best records in the Adrenaline division. But Nico has proven he has her number, and I think he will do it again.
Dante: Nico would love to have her phone number. That’d be a massive step up for him, but in the ring? Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while.
Referee Mickey McGuire calls for the bell to start the match. Nico heads to the center, and offers Wilma a handshake. The blonde gets a mischievous smirk on her face as she reaches to take it, only for Costello to surprise her by pulling her down into a small package rollup. McGuire immediately drops to make the count!
Melissa: Nico’s looking for a---WHOA!!
ONE!!!
NOOOOOOOOO!!
Wilma kicks out immediately, and gets back to her feet. She gives the referee a cold look before Nico rolls her up with an inside cradle before the referee makes another count.
ONE!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Dante: Two near falls, and Wilma definitely needed to roll out of the ring. This isn’t how she wanted this match to start.
Again, Wilma kicks out and immediately rolls out onto the apron. McGuire tells her to get back into the ring before Nico catches her with a dropkick that sends her off into the arms of Morrigan, sending them both to the floor. A smile forms on his face as he backs up, letting the referee begin his ten count. Napier got back to her feet, fuming now as she told Morrigan to get up. Wilma hopped up onto the apron, only to eat a running shoulder tackle to the body from Nico. He didn’t let her fall though, instead hooking her head and bringing her back into the ring with a vertical suplex. Another floatover followed that as McGuire dropped to count.
ONE!!!
NOOOOOO!!!
Melissa: Nico’s gonna catch Wilma off guard one way or another! That’s three near falls in the first two minutes of this match.
She kicked out a third time, shoving Nico away. As he got to his feet, he grabbed her by the arm and fired her across to the far side. Costello left his feet for a leapfrog, only for Wilma to stop right behind him. She grabbed his head before he turned around, and planted him with a neckbreaker.
Dante: Yeah, look where those “near falls”....one counts by the way….got him. And now you’re going to see Wilma do what she does best, Melissa.
Napier left her feet to deliver a leaping elbow drop to the back of Nico’s head, then scrubbed his face in the mat. She bounced off the near side ropes into a double knee drop into his back as he was trying to get back to his feet. A smile forming on her face, she listened briefly as the crowd only gave her grief with boos. Costello tried to get up again, only getting a running punt kick to the ribs for his troubles. He rolled away from her towards the ropes, and began to get back to his feet. When he turned back to the ring, Wilma unleashed two spin kicks to his ribs before grabbing his head for a springboard bulldog off the ropes. A quick rollover followed that before Wilma went for the fall, with the referee right in position.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Dante: Look how fluid Wilma is in there. If Nico doesn’t want to stay down for three, Wilma’s more than happy to continue giving him reasons. I’m sure Morrigan is happy, makes me wonder if she would be interested in detailing my car like she did Kilmeade’s.
Nico kicked out, and Wilma got back to her feet. She raked the bottom of her boot against his face, and took off for the ropes once more. Nico rose back to his feet, only to catch a leg lariat that dropped him to a seat on the mat. The blonde seemed to measure him for a second, and deliver a shining wizard to the back of his head that dropped him backwards on the mat. The blonde used a double knee drop to Nico’s body before she darted over him towards the ropes. She used them for a springboard into a Lionsault, only for Nico to bring up his knees and fold her up on the canvas. This brought the crowd back into the match as Nico rolled to his knees, and clutched his ribs in obvious pain.
Melissa: You can see the effects of Wilma’s attack to Nico’s ribs, and he has to get control quickly. I’m not sure how long he’s going to keep Wilma down.
Dante: He’s wasting too much time. Nico can rub his ribs and ice them down after the match. Wilma is already starting to get back up.
The blonde went to grab him, but Nico spun into her with a kick to the stomach. He turned towards her, grabbing her arm and beginning to fire repeated kicks into her ribs. Wilma was fired chest first into the corner, crashing hard and stumbling backwards. Nico bolted towards her, leaving his feet and snapping her to the mat with a flying headscissors. She staggered to her feet, and was driven back into the canvas with a snap dragon suplex. He quickly went for the cover, hooking the outside leg in the process.
Melissa: Beautiful move right there, and Wilma’s already in trouble.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
TH-NOPE!!
Wilma got her shoulder up in time, and Nico got back to his feet. He headed for the corner, and made his way to the top rope. With impressive agility, he started walking down the top rope till he got to the center. Wilma finally got back to her feet before Nico caught her with a dropkick to the chest!
Dante: I’ll give him credit, walking the top rope was impressive. But he’s wasting time doing flashy stuff, he should be trying to put her away.
He showed Wilma up when he used the ropes for a springboard into a Lionsault that connected, unlike hers. It landed perfectly before he hooked her leg, and went for the cover. McGuire dropped to make the count.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THRRRRRRREEEEEEE-WHOOAAAA!!
The count never finished as Morrigan pulled him by the feet off the cover. Costello got to his feet, and glared down at her as she looked as though she had no idea what the problem was.
Melissa: I think Nico had it right there! But no, Morrigan stopped that and the referee didn’t see anything that just happened!
Dante: Wilma’s enough trouble. Nico’s nowhere near ready to try to take her and Morrigan down. Hey, what’s he doing here?!
The crowd’s response changed as they saw Jordan Parker heading towards the ring. Nico saw him coming, nodding when he saw him coming towards the powerful Morrigan. But as he and the referee were looking at Jordan, he caught a low blow from Wilma. He stumbled forward before Wilma left her feet for a jumping reverse bulldog! She immediately went for the cover as McGuire slid into position.
Dante: That’s called CREATING THE END, Melissa!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
McGuire called for the bell, and Wilma got back to her feet. She had a growing smile form on her face before Morrigan joined her in the ring. The referee and Morrigan raised her hands in victory.
Melissa: Seriously?! That’s a travesty! Nico had Wilma moments ago, were it not for Morrigan! If only Jordan had gotten here sooner!
Dante: Oh yeah, he made a HUGE difference. If I was Nico, I’d blame Jordan since he distracted him and gave Wilma that opening.
John: The winner of this match by pinfall………….WILMA IRIS NAPIER!!
Wilma climbed up onto the middle turnbuckle, raising her hands again to the boos of the crowd. She hopped back down, taking a few Wilma dollars from Morrigan and throwing them towards Jordan on the floor.
Dante: I bet Kyle is happy about this. He’s like me, and appreciates a world class talent like Wilma.
Melissa: Oh, please…
Wilma’s face shows nothing but pride before we cut to a commercial for Extreme Prejudice.
John Youle: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SVW Pride Championship!
The arena goes dark for just a moment, the funky opening chords to Voodoo Johnson's "Dirty Angel" playing through the PA, before the white lights are replaced by swirling green replacements, bathing the arena in the favorite color of the Emerald City Siren. A few seconds pass, though, before Sophia Pike actually makes her way out through the curtain, met--immediately--by a chorus of boos, which she largely brushes off with a flick of either wrist. She pauses at the head of the ramp, chewing a piece of gum fairly obviously, and shaking her head at the collective audience, for whatever reason.
Clearly in no particular hurry, judging by the utter lack of pace, Sophia makes her way down the ramp. About halfway to the ring, one fan is able to get past the practiced apathy of the Siren, and she actively gets in his face, shouting...something, that for the most part can't be heard over the music playing in the arena. Whatever the fan says back to her seems to amuse the self-proclaimed Queen of King County, who just smirks and waves him off, making the shorter trip down to the ring and climbing up onto the apron. She leans back against the ropes, grinning with a little more joy than one should probably get out of being almost unanimously booed, even raising both arms and beckoning the crowd to get even louder--which they happily do.
John: Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington, and weighing in at 137 lbs, this is the "Emerald City Siren," SOPHIA PIIIIIKE!
Sophia hooks her arms over the ropes and grins, climbing through the ropes and up onto the second turnbuckle and stretching both arms out, bending just a little bit at the waist and leaning herself forward. She shouts something at the sections of fans she can see, but again it's mostly unheard. Eventually, she hops off the turnbuckle and pulls her Queen of King County shirt off, tossing it out into the crowd...who promptly throw it back at the Siren. For her part, Sophia either doesn't notice or doesn't care, just settling herself back in the corner, waiting for the match to begin.
Melissa: Sophia Pike lost the Pride Championship to Lilly Arthur way back at Criminal Intent without even being pinned and she looks to reclaim it here tonight.
Dante: And Sophia definitely hasn’t been backwards in letting us know she’s not happy with how she lost the championship.
“All Stand Up” by Status Quo starts to play as the young lady runs out onto stage with the championship belt around her waist, heading to one side she urges the crowd to their feet, clapping her hands above her head. Skipping across to the other side, she waves them to their feet as she once more claps her hands over head. Quickly moving back to the ramp, she sprints down to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and getting to her feet quickly. Bouncing off the ropes she powerslides across the ring on her knees before hopping to her feet and continuing to rally the crowd by stomping on the mat and clapping as she heads for her corner, climbing to the middle turnbuckle and holding the title high above her head before getting ready for the match to start.
John: The young lady approaching the ring comes from Sheffield, England by way of New York City, New York. She is 5’7” tall, she weighs 144 lbs and she is the SVW Pride Champion….LILLY ARTHUR!!!
Billy Phelps takes the championship belt from Arthur and shows it to Pike before presenting it to the crowd. He heads to the ropes to hand it over to the ring attendant and Pike takes her opportunity while it’s there, charging at Arthur and attacking her with a flurry of blows before Phelps has chance to call for the bell! The champion tries to retreat into the corner but the challenger is unrelenting, driving her shoulder deep into Arthur’s midsection as the bell finally rings and Phelps dives in to break up the offense, warning Pike before beginning a count that Pike ignores completely by hitting the Champion with a stiff uppercut before dragging her out by the hair to throw her into the ropes. Arthur bounces back off the ropes but she’s quickly knocked down by Pike landing a standing dropkick! The Champion attempts to scurry back to a vertical base and get some form of momentum going, but Pike quickly shuts her down with an arm drag into an arm bar, bringing her right back down to the canvas. Phelps dives into position to get for any sign of submission as Pike uses her knee against the side of Arthur’s head to add more pressure, but the Champion does her best to fight back out of the hold and denies Phelp’s requests. Arthur does her best to fight back against Pike’s grip, managing to start to ease her way out of the hold but Pike keeps control of the hold by hitting Authur with an elbow to the side of the head before putting her knee back against it again!
The crowd in the arena begin to get behind the Champion, clapping and cheering, stamping their feet and hollering as Arthur begins to fight out of the grip once again, this time with more success as she manages to push up to her feet with Pike still clinging onto the hold until the Champion lands a hard strike to her midsection that staggers Pike enough for her grip to loosen. Arthur hits her again then makes a run for the ropes, but Pike cuts her off before she gathers up any sort of speed, grabbing a fist of hair and dragging her back, slamming the Champion down into the canvas!
Melissa: Sophia Pike is not giving Lilly Arthur any chance at all to gain any offense.
Dante: And saying “screw you” to the rules in the process.
Arthur pushes back up to her feet and turns around but Pike picks her moment and almost takes the Champion’s head off with a stiff roundhouse kick, the impact echoing around the arena as Arthur slumps to the canvas and Pike dives into a cover …
1 … Arthur kicks out!
The Champion sits up out of the cover and tries to push back to her feet, but Pike catches her with a knee to the side of the head, sending Arthur sprawling to the ropes. She uses the ropes for support to get to her feet as Pike goes back to attack, the Champion stopping her momentum with an elbow to the face that staggers Pike long enough for Arthur to find her bearings. The challenger turns back to attack again, but Arthur hits her with a wicked knife edge chop that makes everyone’s ears ring!
Melissa: God damn.
Dante: That’ll take the breath right out of your lungs!
Pike staggers back a step and Arthur continues the attack, hitting another wicked knife edge chop. And another. And another. And another until she’s got Pike back against the other ropes with a chest the colour of a tomato, the crowd in the arena getting louder with every strike. Taking Pike by the hand, the Champion throws her into the ropes then hits the ropes herself as Pike goes flying across the ring to meet her in the middle with a huge running knee strike that connects with the challenger’s nose! Pike slumps to the mat and rolls onto her back, giving Arthur the chance to leap onto the middle rope and land a springboard moonsault, crashing down across Pike’s body! Arthur hooks the leg …
1 … 2 .. Pike kicks out!
Pike rolls onto her stomach to stop another cover attempt, but Arthur spots an opportunity and almost leaps to her feet to drop an elbow with into Pike’s back as she tries to get to her hands and knees. The challenger makes another attempt to get to her feet and makes it further this time, but Arthur doesn’t give her time to even catch her breath, wrapping her arm and leg around her to drive Pike back with a side legsweep. Pike clutches at her head as Arthur scurries to her feet and goes for a standing moonsault, only to be cut off by Pike getting the knees up! Both women try to find their bearings as Phelps begins to count, soon being cut off by Pike reaching her feet and going after Arthur as she gets herself up in the corner, angrily grabbing her hair and slamming her face off the turnbuckle before turning her around and putting her foot to her throat! Arthur coughs and splutters for air as Phelps immediately starts to count, Pike ignoring it until the very last second to release the hold, the Champion slumping to the canvas and gasping for air. Phelps checks that the Champion is fit to continue as she pushes back to her feet, but Pike shoves him out of the way to drag Arthur out of the corner and grab her arms, hurling her viciously across the ring with a Butterfly Suplex! Pike pops back up to her feet and the crowd show their distaste for the challenger, something she takes a second to revel in by taking a bow, only inciting their anger even more! Pike turns around to find Arthur trying to pull herself up in the corner again and she takes advantage once more, using the element of surprise to wrap her up from behind and try to land a German Suplex, but Arthur holds into the ring ropes and sends Pike flat on her backside.
Melissa: That is some ring awareness from Lilly Arthur! She just saved herself from a German Suplex.
Dante: Considering she just came off a Butterfly Suplex, she did well to even know what day of the week it is, let alone whether she’s near the ropes or not.
Pike backward rolls over and up to her feet like a cat, charging at Arthur again as soon as she’s vertical, but she’s cut off at the pass by Arthur stepping out of the corner and picking her up to plant her across her knee with a Pendulum backbreaker! Pike sits up on the mat, arching her back in pain and giving the Champion the opening she needs to drop to the mat, and lock her into a sleeper hold! Phelps immediately dives to the canvas to check for any sign of giving in from the challenger as she flails and writhes against the Champion’s grasp. Pike denies Phelp’s questioning and contorts her body to push up to her feet, putting everything she’s got into fighting to a vertical base and then drive her elbow into Arthur’s midsection over and over again until she releases her grip. The Champion staggers briefly but recovers almost immediately, only to be met by a rake to the eyes from the challenger, who then uses the distraction to drag her from the corner and set her up for a Northern Lights suplex, keeping hold to bridge into the pin …
1 … 2 … Arthur kicks out!
Showing her instincts, Arthur sits up again out of the pin, but Pike doesn’t waste time in taking advantage of the situation, locking her into the Sleeper In Seattle! The hatred around the arena is deafening as Arthur madly tries to fight the grip, denying Phelp’s questions about giving up as Pike drops her whole body weight back onto her back to increase the pressure. The move works against her however as Arthur manages to push her weight back with her feet and causing Pike’s shoulders to be on the mat …
1 … 2 … Pike releases the hold!
The challenger gets up like a shot as Arthur gasps for air, dragging her up to her feet by her hair and hurling the Champion into the turnbuckle shoulder first!
Melissa: Sophia Pike almost lost right there through Lilly Arthur using her ring awareness yet again to get herself out of a predicament!
Dante: I have to say she really has something for everything Pike has thrown at her so far.
Arthur clutches at her shoulder as she backs away from the corner, but she’s suddenly thrown backwards by Pike taking advantage with a German Suplex, keeping the bridge for the pin …
1 … 2 … Arthur kicks out!
The relief from the crowd is rip roaring as Arthur rolls onto her stomach again, still favouring the shoulder while Pike takes her frustration out on Phelps, yelling at him to stop counting slow and do his job right. The official just shrugs it off, telling Pike it was only a two count before the challenger goes back on the hunt again, rolling to her feet to find the Champion almost vertical. She takes her opportunity and stalks Arthur until she turns around to pick her up and put her onto her shoulder, looking to set up for the Emerald City Flowsion, but Arthur manages to wriggle free and slide off her shoulder to land on her feet. Pike turns around and gets immediately taken out with a huge superkick from Arthur that almost takes the challenger’s head off! Pike slumps to the mat and Arthur takes her chance, pulling Pike’s prone body towards the corner before heading for the turnbuckle and climbing to the top, the crowd going mad as she takes a second for balance before flying off with a stunning moonsault that hits the mark! Arthur hooks the leg …
1 … 2 … Pike kicks out!
The challenger sits up out of instinct but Arthur doesn’t give her space, wrapping her legs around her to lock in a body scissors! Phelps hits the canvas as Pike denies any request at a submission, the Champion pushing up on her hands and rocking side to side to increase the pressure of the hold!
Melissa: Sophia Pike is getting a taste of her own medicine here!
Dante: She considers herself a submission specialist, so it would be a tad embarrassing for her to get beaten by a submission.
Pike does everything she can think of to loosen Arthur’s grip, smashing her fists into the Champion’s legs, but she finds her opportunity as Arthur sits herself back on the canvas and Pike swings back with an elbow that connects with Arthur’s jaw! Her grip begins to loosen and Pike swings another elbow. And another. And another until the Champion finally releases her hold, giving Pike the chance to get up to her feet and knock Arthur back into the turnbuckle with a standing dropkick as the Champion recovers from the elbows. Arthur slumps in the corner and Pike makes quick work of taking the advantage, pulling a dazed Arthur out of the corner to drop her with a double knee armbreaker, the same arm that slammed into the turnbuckle shoulder first earlier in the match! Arthur immediately begins to clutch at her arm, but Pike is quick to begin to pick apart the weak spot, pinning Arthur’s arm down to the mat and driving her knee into it over and over again until she’s satisfied the damage is done. The Champion rolls onto her stomach and Pike smells the blood in the water, leaping into action to lock the attacked arm into the Space Needle!
Melissa: SPACE NEEDLE!
Dante: We could be seeing a new Pride Champion right here!
Melissa: Pike’s submission knowledge is showing through here. She’s weakened the arm before the finale!
Arthur absolutely screams out in pain as Pike fully locks the hold in, pulling back on the already afflicted arm with glee while Phelps drops to the canvas to make sure he doesn’t miss any tap out. The Champion furiously shakes her head as she reaches out for the bottom rope, which is so close but seems so far away. The crowd in the arena get behind the Champion with everything they’ve got as she digs deep and finds the ability to shift her body across the mat, edging closer towards the bottom rope but just still not quite being able to get hold of it! Pike pulls back harder on the arm and Arthur cries out again and with one last effort, she contorts her body and manages to get her foot on the bottom rope! Phelps immediately jumps into action, telling Pike to break the hold before beginning a count when she ignores his instructions and waits until the very last second before the five to release the hold. Pike rolls away as Phelps checks that the Champion is fit to continue, but she’s quick to try and keep the advantage as she charges at a now vertical Arthur at the ropes, only for Arthur to duck down and lift Pike up and over the top rope!
Pike somehow lands on the apron and swings for a strike, an effort that Arthur manages to block then land a strike herself, knocking Pike off the apron and sending her crashing down to the floor, the challenger’s face bouncing off the top of the ring steps!
Melissa: Good god!
Dante: Sophia Pike could be knocked out cold!
Melissa: I’m fairly sure Arthur’s intention wasn’t to bounce her opponent off the ring steps, but it’ll buy her time with the target now on that arm!
Arthur slumps into the turnbuckle, trying to work some feeling back into her afflicted arm as Phelps heads for the ropes and begins the count, Pike laid out on the floor outside the ring but beginning to show signs of life as the count reaches five. The challenger starts to get to her feet as Phelps’ count reaches six and Arthur spots an opportunity to take control, climbing out on the apron and waiting for Pike to turn around before she leaps off, but it gets her nowhere as Pike side steps and catches her with a stiff shot to the midsection as she leaps through the air! Arthur crumples to the floor as Phelps restarts his count, but Pike shakes off the cobwebs and wraps her arm around the Champion’s neck and dropping Arthur with a STO right into the ring apron!
Melissa: What an STO!
Dante: Turnabout is fair play I suppose!
Arthur crumples to her knees, clutching at her face as Pike checks her nose for signs of blood before she drags the Champion back to vertical as Phelps’ count hits five only to slap her viciously across the face! Arthur is sent reeling, spinning a full one eighty degrees which Pike uses to her advantage, taking hold of Arthur by the seat of her pants to hurl her back under the bottom rope! Phelps stops the count as Pike rolls back into the ring as Arthur finds her feet, but Pike is swift in her attack, taking the already attacked arm and using it to drive the Champion head first into the mat with a Hammerlock DDT! Pike rolls her over and hooks the leg …
1 … 2 … Arthur kicks out!
The look on Pike’s face could kill. She absolutely glares at Phelps and argues that it was a three count, but Phelps rains on her parade and confirms the two count. Pike rolls to her feet to find Arthur pulling herself up in the corner again and she spots an opportunity, charging at the Champion only to be met with a huge boot to the face that sends her reeling back from the corner, giving Arthur the chance to wrap Pike up from behind and hurl her over with a German Suplex that sends her crashing back and neck first into the turnbuckle!
Melissa: Sophia Pike could be paralysed!
Dante: That was one hell of a German Suplex.
Phelps immediately dives into the corner to check that Pike is fit to continue the match, but she shows signs of life and its enough for Arthur to go back on the attack, dragging Pike out of the corner and wrapping up both arms to drive her into the canvas with a double arm DDT! Arthur rolls her over to hook the leg …
1 … 2 … Pike barely kicks out!
The crowd are getting behind Arthur again and she feeds off the energy, making it to her feet and heading for the corner, making a square with her hands and peering through it at Pike, who is just about struggling up to her feet. The Challenger turns around and Arthur goes for the Cutting Edge, but Pike scouts the kick and dodges to the side before smacking the Champion square in the chops with an uppercut as she turns around! Arthur reels back but tries to get back into the game, only for Pike to cut her off with another hard standing dropkick that sends her slamming back into the turnbuckle, landing against her already weakened arm! Arthur cries out from the impact but Pike is unrelenting, taking hold of the arm and twisting Arthur into a hammerlock before driving her arm into the turnbuckle for a second time! She pulls the Champion away from the corner and drives her into the canvas hard with a Dragon Suplex, bridging to make a cover …
1 … 2 … Arthur kicks out!
Rolling onto her stomach, Arthur puts herself into the position to stop the pin again, but Pike spots her chance and locks her into the Space Needle again using the weakened arm! Arthur screams out in pain but quickly tries to diffuse it again, contorting her body and managing to grab hold of the bottom rope within a matter of seconds! Phelps demands Pike breaks the hold and she just snarls at him, ignoring his count until the absolute last second before rolling away from Arthur, who clutches at her arm again with Phelps dropping beside her to check she was fit to continue.
Melissa: Thanks to being close to the ring ropes, Lilly Arthur has managed to get out of the Space Needle twice now but with all the punishment that arm has taken, you’ve got to wonder what will happen if Pike gets her in the middle of the ring.
Dante: It won’t end well for Arthur, but Pike’s getting angry at not being able to finish the job and that doesn’t bode well either.
Phelps finally backs off and allows the match to continue as the Champion gets back to her feet and Pike goes back on the hunt, but the swing of an elbow from Arthur connects with her jaw, staggering her enough for the Champion to find her bearings a bit more and catch Pike with another, stiffer elbow shot as she tries to attack again. Pike turns around a second time to attack, but Arthur is more back in the game this time and catches her aside the head with a huge roundhouse kick that sends Pike sprawling across the ring, giving Arthur the chance to grab her from behind and plant her into the canvas with a reverse DDT! Pike sits up on the mat to stop any pin attempt, but Arthur is right back on top of her, grabbing hold of the challenger by the head and dragging her up to her feet to slam her into the mat with a snap suplex! Pike sits up and rolls to her hands and knees, giving Arthur the chance to hit her in the side of the head with a vicious flash kick that sends Pike sprawling across the canvas! Positioning herself behind the challenger, she stalks her from behind until she makes it to her feet before leaping to hook the head and take Pike down with the Water Lilly! Pike flops to the canvas and Arthur almost leaps into the cover …
1 … 2 … Pike just gets the shoulder up!
The crowd in the arena can’t believe it and neither can the Champion! She pleas with Phelps, but he just tells her she wasn’t lucky enough that time, prompting Arthur to keep the momentum going as Pike makes the attempt to make it to her feet, only to be knocked back down hard with the Cutting Edge!! The Axe kick comes down hard on top of Pike’s head and Arthur drops down to the cover again …
1 … 2 … 3!!!
John Youle: Here is your winner and STILL SVW Pride Champion, Lilly Arthur!!
Arthur throws her good arm up in the air as she rolls off of Pike’s prone body then pushes up to her feet to meet Phelps with the Pride Championship, keeping her other arm guarded against her body as she lifts the belt high in celebration with her good arm. Phelps foregoes the usual arm lifting due to the injury, but puts his own arm up and points to Arthur as she rolls out of the ring to celebrate with the fans at ringside.
Melissa: Lilly Arthur has managed to retain the Pride Championship!
Dante: And you know Sophia Pike will not be happy about it.
Melissa: What a match up we’ve just witnessed between the pair though, the damage may well be done to Arthur’s arm.
Dante: Despite Pike’s best attempts to effective rip her arm off, she couldn’t quite fully execute the plan.
Arthur reaches the top of the staging and takes a minute to turn back to the arena of fans, hoisting her championship belt above her head proudly.
Misha’s Had Enough
Misha: I am tired…
The feed cuts in. As it does, the audience can see Misha LeCavalier seated in the women’s locker room. She rocks a black Nike sports bra, Black Nike leggings, and a pair of DÄV Granada boots. There’s a look upon her face, a quite peculiar one. The camera picks up bits of aggression, frustration, and a hint of exhaustion. The camera lingers on her for about five seconds before she speaks once more.
Misha: I am tired of all fake attempts at deception and misdirection. I am tired of all the dimestore parlor tricks. And I am certainly tired of all the fucking shenanigans afoot…
Misha closes her eyes for a second as she takes in a deep breath. She addresses the camera again after she exhales.
Misha: Every so often, I sit in front of this camera and share a bit of myself to the people of SVW. Today is another one of those days. Therefore, what crucial nugget of knowledge does SVW need to appreciate and understand about Misha LeCavalier tonight? Hmm?
She pauses for two seconds.
Misha:
Games
are joyous and wonderful. I have a Playstation Four at home. I enjoy Grand Theft Auto Five, in particular. Nevertheless, when it comes to the sport of professional wrestling, when it is a matter of my fucking career—then I am not one for games.
She folds her arms across her chest. Her eyes begins to narrow, the sign of anger increasing.
Misha: You want to know what is curious? I was a cool and calm about the whole situation, at least up until a couple of days ago. However as each day passed, as this fateful night approached, I felt myself growing a bit more furious.
Misha: My reasoning, one might ask? This triple threat match would not even be taking place, had it not been for your nefarious acts, Sunny. Luci? She likely would have fell by my hand at Uprising One Hundred and Three. And you? Well, given the grandiose lengths you went through at Uprising One Hundred and Four, the world knows that you would have fallen too. I would have been the SVW Defiance Champion—I
should
be the SVW Defiance Champion…
She quickly cracks her knuckles before she plays her hands in her lap.
Misha: Tonight, I am coming to claim what is rightful mine. Luci? You are no push-over; that is certain. I do not expect you step aside or lay down. Conversely, you cannot expect that I shall simply let you waltz in take what I have earned. I earned my championship opportunity by defeating Kaoru, not once but twice. I won my match at the last Uprising, chaos and all, and still got screwed. Therefore, you need to get it through your mind that I shall do whatever it takes to get the job done this time; that includes taking you out. I shall leave nothing up to chance.
She lets out a sigh.
Misha: And Sunny. There should be no need for me to tell you this; you should already know it is coming. However, I shall reiterate it anyway. There shall be no mercy for you.
She shakes her head.
Misha: I am going to punch you in the head. I am going to stomp on your knee. I am going to
hurt
you, please believe that. And when all is said and done, I am going to raise MY Defiance Championship high into the air. That shall be your last chance to gaze upon it. I sincerely hope you savor the moment.
The camera lingers on Misha for a few seconds before the feed cuts out.
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A video package showing the previous matches between the two teams plays before the camera heads down to the find John already standing in the ring, microphone in hand.
John: The following is a Tag Team Match and it is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
As Kaleo’s “Hot Blood” starts Conor heads out to the middle of the entrance ramp with a smug grin on his face and with a great sense of theatre he peels off his vest top...and gets a slap to the back of the head from Nancy as she steps out from the back. The duo move towards the ring, Nancy looking focused while Conor takes a little longer, showing off his tattoos, his biceps and slapping his chest as he looks to get the crowd behind them. As Nancy reaches the ring she slides in underneath the bottom rope and heads to her corner, climbing the turnbuckle and throwing her hands in the air before glaring at Conor. The young man stops playing around and sprints the rest of the way, sliding into the ring where he kips to his feet and tosses his vest into the crowd and throws his fist into the air. He then loosens up as he joins Nancy, with a huge grin on his face, for a last minute tactical discussion as they wait for the match to start.
John: Please welcome to the ring, Nancy Hudson and Conor Morrison…. SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE!!!
Melissa: Conor and Nancy are starting tonight with a new team name. In their last meeting with Brazilian Storm, they managed to pick up the win and make the score one a piece.
Dante: I don’t think a new name is going to help them very much in the ring. It’s the rubber match tonight and Brazilian Storm are not going to make it easy for them, no matter what their name is.
The lights in the arena go almost out, allowing yellow and blue strobes to take effect as the quietly intense opening of Rev Theory’s “Something New” starts over the speakers. On the sound of the notes, the crowd jeers and from under the stage, The Brazilian Storm, Bianca and Mel, are lifted.
Love to hate, repeating my mistakes
Now there's no one left to listen...
No one left to listen...
Take a chance, and fuck the consequence
When there's no one left to listen...
No one left to listen...
The two friends look to each other, grin and fist bump. Looking out around them, they continue to grin at the reaction they’re getting. From there, they begin their walk towards the ring.
Right now! We’re taking control!
Tired of waiting! Tired of waiting!
For something new!
Right now! We’re taking control!
Tired of waiting! Tired of waiting!
For something new!
Ignoring the outstretched arms of fans who want a high-five, the Brazilians make their way to the ring, where Mel pulls herself onto the apron using the ropes, and Bianca stops right under her, where the two rogues strike a pose, with Mel taking a soft dip of a bow, and Bianca opening her arms wide.
John: And their opponents… From Rio de Janeiro and Porto Alegre, Brazil… MEL AVILO… BIANCA SALVADOR… THE BRAZILIAN STORM!!!
Mel then steps into the ring and Bianca rolls under the bottom rope right afterwards. The two of them then make their ways to opposite turnbuckles, both climbing on the second rope and staring at the booing crowd, diminishing the negative welcome they’re getting from the crowd their own way before they hop back to the ring and meet once again in the center of the ring, sharing another fist bump, before they retreat to their corner to strategize.
Melissa: Bianca and Mel were successful in the first match against the newly named Soldiers of Fortune, now with talks of the possibility of a title shot for the winners, they are going to do whatever they can to come out ahead.
Dante: It’s a dog eat dog world out there, you can’t blame them for wanting to succeed. If they have the choice of the possibility for a title shot for themselves, or handing it over to the Soldiers, it’s only smart that they would want it for themselves.
As John leaves the ring, referee Mickey McGuire checks both teams for anything untoward while they are having discussions among themselves about who will start. Finding nothing, McGuire calls for the bell. Nancy makes her way to the centre of the ring, but Brazilian Storm are still in the corner having discussions with Kyle. Nancy looks back at Conor with a shrug and starts to tap her foot as she waits.
Dante: You can’t rush decisions like these. Making the wrong choice this early on could dictate the whole tone of the match.
Melissa: They’re only choosing who is going to start the match, not making a lifelong commitment. It’s not that difficult.
With the Atlanta crowd getting restless, and Nancy tapping her foot even more impatiently, Bianca and Mel continue to discuss strategy with Kyle. McGuire makes his way over to them to see what the hold up is. They tell him it’s an important decision, and Nancy looks back at Conor again with an exasperated expression. The second her back is turned, Mel shoots out of the corner towards her and Bianca takes her place on the apron. Conor warns Nancy and she turns around but just a fraction of a second too slow to avoid being mowed down by a running clothesline.
Melissa: Finally Brazilian Storm have decided who is going to start and Mel let Nancy know the decision with ring shaking impact.
Dante: A classic diversion tactic, I’m just surprised that it worked so effectively.
Melissa: Conor saw it coming but Nancy was just a tad too slow to prevent being knocked on her butt.
Nancy immediately pops back up to her feet, and narrowly side steps to avoid a second clothesline from Avilo, almost losing her balance in the process. Hudson sticks her arm out to steady herself, and Mel takes advantage by grabbing it and connecting a double knee armbreaker, getting a yell of pain from Nancy in response. Cradling her arm, Nancy starts to get up, only for Mel to pull her the rest of the way by her head. The Brazilian fires Nancy into the neutral corner where she hits back first, before she follows her in to connect a big boot to her face. Nancy drops to a seated position on the canvas, and Mel grabs hold of the top rope to start stomping away on her chest, pushing her back up against the turnbuckle. McGuire tells Mel to break, but she keeps it going until a count of four before stepping back with a smirk on her face.
Dante: Nancy might be considering that it would have been less painful to have just taken the clothesline that Mel had in mind for her, instead of the armbreaker and stomps that she’s ended up with instead.
Melissa: I think it’s six of one and half a dozen of another, because Mel is very unlikely to have just stopped with a clothesline!
Using the ropes to steady herself, Nancy pulls herself back up to her feet and steps out of the corner. Mel charges her again, looking for another clothesline. Nancy attempts to side step again but Mel steps with her and grabs her around the body, pulling her into a bear hug. Avilo tightens her grip, squeezing Nancy and starting to shake her side to side. Hudson tries to free herself but Mel just tightens her grip. Changing track Nancy hits Mel with a headbutt to the face, forcing the Brazilian back a step. It takes another two headbutts on target before Mel finally releases her grip.
Melissa: It took three headbutts for Mel to release that iron grip, I’m not sure most people would have held it much longer after one!
Conor reaches out his arm, encouraging Nancy to come for the tag, which she looks like she is inclined to do. She starts to make her way towards her corner, cradling her arm slightly, but Mel regains her composure and charges after her, tackling her to the canvas. With Hudson on her front, Mel mounts her back and starts to spike her face off the canvas, prompting McGuire to again admonish Mel and tell her to break. Mel gets an extra couple of shots in for good measure, before getting to her feet and stomping on Nancy’s back as she does. McGuire looks as if he is about to admonish her again, but the Brazilian puts her hands up in front of her saying it was an accident.
Dante: I don’t think anybody believes that was an accident, but it would be hard to prove otherwise.
Nancy rolls onto her back and quickly sweeps Mel's legs out from under her sending her crashing to the canvas, to a massive pop from the Atlanta crowd. Nancy rolls onto her front again to push up to her hands and knees and then back up to her feet. She just manages to get her balance before Mel kips up to her feet looking thunderous at Hudson. Nancy doesn’t looked phased in the slightest as she launches herself at the Brazilian and starts to unload with rights into the side of Mel’s head, punctuated by a knee to the gut which bends Mel double. A knee to her face follows to stand her back upright before she hooks her head and uses a DDT to drop Avilo on her head.
Melissa: Mel has been in control for the majority of this match so far, but Nancy has found an opening and it is coming back to Mel in spades now!
Dante: After that DDT I’ll be surprised if Mel knows what day of the week it is, her head bounced off the canvas like a basketball.
Mel staggers back to her feet looking dazed, and Nancy cracks her with a spinning back fist that knocks her back a couple of steps. Grabbing her by the wrist, Nancy fires her into the corner, then follows her in with a corner clothesline. Mel manages to stay upright, but only because her arms are over the top ropes. Nancy cracks her with a forearm smash across the jaw, then pulls her out of the corner and into a short-arm clothesline which drops her to the canvas. Seeing Mel start to move towards getting up, Nancy takes off towards the ropes. She goes to bounce off them, but Bianca catches her around the throat and prevents her from doing it. Spotting this, Mel starts to writhe on the canvas, prompting McGuire to check she is okay.
Dante: This is part of what makes Brazilian Storm such a successful tag team.
Melissa: What? Their blatant underhand tactics and disregard for the rules?
Dante: No, their teamwork. At times it is almost as if they share one mind and know exactly what the other is thinking. You have to admire that.
Bianca keeps Nancy trapped in the headlock and starts to fire shots into the side of her head. Hudson tries to struggle free but that just cuts off her air supply from her throat pressing against Bianca’s arm. Conor starts shouting at McGuire to get his attention, and Bianca takes a final shot, then kicks her in the back sending her sprawling face first to the canvas. McGuire finally turns around, but Bianca is already back at her corner, holding onto the tag rope with an innocent look plastered on her face.
Melissa: If he had turned around just a moment sooner he would have seen Bianca’s contribution to Nancy being face first on the mat!
Mel gets back to her feet and gives her head a shake to clear the cobwebs. Seeing Nancy starting to get up, she closes the distance between them. Grabbing Hudson by the head, she pulls her to her corner where Bianca is waiting and makes the tag. Bianca heads straight up on to the top rope as Mel lifts Nancy up into a vertical suplex. Bianca jumps from the rope into Nancy a flying shoulder tackle sending her crashing to the canvas. Mel steps out onto the apron with a smirk as Bianca throws her arm over Nancy for a cover. McGuire gets into position for the count, as the crowd shower the Brazilian duo with boos.
Dante: Again Brazilian Storm work in tandem to execute a devastating move, and this could be it for the newly named Soldiers of Fortune, without Conor even making it into the ring.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOPE!!!
Melissa: It’s premature to count them out yet! Nancy isn’t ready to give up and Conor looks like he was primed to break the pin attempt if she hadn’t have kicked out under her own steam.
Nancy manages to get her shoulder up just after the two and Bianca pushes back to her knees. She glares at Nancy for a moment before pushing back up to her feet and pulling Nancy up to her feet from behind her. Nancy surprises Salvador with an elbow into her gut, followed by another six in rapid fire succession before Bianca finally releases her grip. Getting her bearings, and aided by Conor holding out his hand and calling to her, Nancy lunges towards her corner getting her a massive cheer from the Georgia crowd. Bianca gathers herself and goes after her, grabbing hold of her foot and stopping her inches from reaching Conor’s hand, which gets a collective sigh from the crowd.
Melissa: Nancy desperately needs this tag and she was so close to making it, but Bianca knew that and stopped her just inches from her fresh as a daisy partner.
Hudson tries to free her foot, but Bianca has an ironclad grip on it. She looks behind her, before using her free foot to kick the Brazilian square in the jaw, sending her rocking backwards to land on her butt. Nancy scrabbles back to her feet before making a final lunge at Conor and managing to make the tag. Morrison climbs into the ring as Bianca has just got to her feet. The crowd erupt in cheers as he charges straight for her and uses a double leg takedown to send Salvador crashing straight back to the canvas. The Soldiers of Fortune team member, pulls Bianca back up to her feet. He gets her in a headlock and then…. proceeds to give her a noogie.
Dante: Schoolyard tactics are not going to do anything but annoy Bianca. Noogies don’t win matches!
Melissa: I don’t think he is intending to try and win the match with it, but when opponents get annoyed, that can be when they make mistakes. It’s lucky that looks can’t kill though otherwise we’d need a coroner out here for Conor!
Bianca starts to furiously fire elbows back into Conor’s mid section, she hits four before Conor releases her head. Bianca backs off a little and glares at him, before charging to hit him with a vicious right hook. She goes for a second, but Conor catches her arm and fires her across into the neutral corner. He follows her in and delivers a matching pair of knees to her midsection, before using a hip toss to bring her out again. Bianca takes a moment to get back to her feet, and as soon as she does, Conor lifts her up into a Gorilla press position then slams her heavily back down to the canvas. He floats over for the cover as McGuire slides back into position.
Melissa: Conor has taken full control of proceedings inside the ring, but I don’t think he has done quite enough yet to keep Bianca down for three.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO-NO!!!
Bianca gets her shoulder up before the two and Conor gets straight back to his feet and starts to pace around the downed Brazilian Storm team member.
Dante: Nowhere near enough yet, even if it had of been she likely would have kicked out just because of her annoyance at that noogie.
Salvador rolls onto her front and then up to her hands and knees. Before she can get any further Conor wraps his arms around her waist and yanks her up to her feet, only to lift her straight up and over with a German Suplex to deposit her back on the canvas. He pulls her up again for a second, and a third. He is going for the fourth when Mel rolls under the bottom rope into the ring and grabs his ankles. She pulls him backwards and he lands in a heap with Bianca crash landing on his chest. McGuire tells Mel to leave the ring, and with her back turned, Bianca gets to her feet and low blows Conor, causing him to curl up in a ball in pain.
Dante: Owwww!
Melissa: I think every man in the crowd just felt that one with him, and a lot of the women too judging by the look on the faces out there.
As Mel finally leaves the ring, McGuire turns back around just as Bianca lands a leg drop across Conor’s body. She gets back to her feet to lay a duo of stiff kicks into his side, then follows them up with a stomp on his abdomen. Salvador completely ignores the disdain she is receiving from the crowd, and even plays up to it before she leaves her feet to land an elbow drop into Conor’s chest, then throws her arm over for the cover. McGuire drops quickly into position as Bianca hooks one of his legs.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
T-NOPE!!!
Conor kicks out before the three and shoves Bianca off him with force. Bianca rolls with the force and uses the momentum to roll straight back up to her feet.
Melissa: Despite the pummelling he just took from Bianca, Conor is not done yet. If Bianca hadn’t of managed to control that that momentum she would likely have ended up on the arena floor!
Morrison rolls up to his knees clearly winded, but drops down to his front quickly again and rolls to the side, as Bianca was charging towards him looking for what looked like a shoulder tackle. Unable to stop her momentum, Bianca continues on and crashes shoulder first into the neutral corner. Conor pushes up to his feet quickly and follows her in, connecting a knee into her midsection which bends her double. He pulls her out again and hoists her straight into position for a vertical suplex, which sends her crashing to the canvas. Wasting no time at all he goes for the cover.
Melissa: Conor has come back swinging, literally and this could be all she wrote now. Soldiers of Fortune are a three count away from winning.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEE-WHOA!!!
The cover is broken as Mel charges into the ring and hits Conor with a big boot to the back, sending him sprawling across the canvas.
Dante: Another shining example of teamwork from Mel and Bianca, but it looks like they are about to have an example from Nancy now too!
As McGuire starts berating Mel for coming in, Nancy enters the ring and charges at Mel tackling her backwards into her corner. She starts unloading with lefts and rights with rapid fire speed. McGuire follows them and as soon as his back is turned, Bianca gets back to her feet and goes to low blow Conor again…. But this time he catches her foot and pushes her backwards. The Brazilian almost topples over but manages to keep her balance barely. Morrison gets back to his feet and takes Bianca completely off hers with a spear, as McGuire finally separates Mel and Nancy in the corner. With Bianca down, Conor gets to his feet and gets Nancy’s attention. She makes her way to him and he lifts her up into a Gorilla press before dropping her onto Bianca with an elbow drop. McGuire finishes getting Mel out of the ring and turns just as Nancy is making her way back out to the apron on her own corner.
Dante: Conor has Bianca in prime position now for the cover and to take the win away from Brazilian Storm.
Melissa: Wait… what’s this?!
Conor gets into position for the cover, but no count comes. Morrison looks up to see McGuire distracted by Kaylee Clarke coming out and drawing Nancy’s attention away from the ring. Nancy straight away drops down from the apron to go after her, as McGuire tries to tell her not to.
Melissa: You would think Kaylee would want to avoid Nancy not antagonize her, and Nancy is hot on her heels. I wouldn’t want to be in Kaylee’s shoes if or when Nancy gets her hands on her.
Dante: You can’t blame her for being annoyed with Kaylee but there’s a time and a place. She’s left Conor alone in the ring, and with the referee distracted, Brazilian Storm are taking full advantage of it!
In the ring, Bianca holds Conor’s arms back with her knee pressed into his spine, while Mel lays a series of kicks into his chest. Five connect before the two pull him up and fire him across into the ropes. As soon as they do that, Bianca talks off to the the apron. Conor rebounds off the ropes as Mel jumps onto the second rope and Bianca, leap over the ropes, using Mel as an extra springboard to land Conor with a volley kick. Mel quickly leaves the ring and gets McGuire's attention as Bianca makes the cover. The referee slides into the place for the count as Bianca hooks both of Conor’s legs.
Dante: TIDAL WAVE! Brazilian Storm are about to win the rubber match, and if the whispers are true a Title shot too!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
McGuire gets back to his feet and calls for the bell.
John: Your winners……………..via pinfall……………….BRAZILIAN STORM!
Melissa: Bianca and Mel have stolen the victory from under Conor and Nancy’s nose, and this crowd are not happy with that result at all.
Under a hail of boos and abuse from the Atlanta crowd, Bianca gets back to her feet and Mel joins her in the ring, for McGuire to raise both of their hands, with Kyle applauding them from outside of the ring. On that, the cameras cut elsewhere.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is for the SVW Adrenaline Championship!!!
Melissa: It’s time to let the Adrenaline division take center stage with the first title defense of the new champion against two of the women he manages.
Dante: We were supposed to have the first defense back at Criminal Intent, but it didn’t come about. So better late than never, right?
The thumping war drums and the mysterious flute of "Aztec Temple" hit the sound system. The crowd comes alive as the Aztec Warrior Leona Vega comes through the main gate, looking over the cheering crowd, soaking it in for a bit. She points at two random spots into the audience before letting out a loud roar, which is followed by a lion's roar echoing through the sound system. She then slowly makes her way down the entrance ramp, sharing a high-five with the fans in attendance with their arms out for her.
John: Introducing first, from Monterrey, Mexico... LEONA VEGA!
She then stops a couple of steps before the ring, backtracking a little bit and then sprinting towards it, hopping onto the ring apron, and then immediately vaulting over the top rope, landing in a three-point stance inside the ring. Soaking in the crowd's cheers, she gets up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, staring into the crowd with a big smile, raising her arms, with her fists closed, saying a quick prayer to herself before slapping the top turnbuckle and jumping back down into the ring, cracking her joints in the sequence.
Melissa: Leona Vega has been after the title for some time, and has earned herself this opportunity. She proved how well she works with Kincaid both together as a team and as a manager. Let’s see if she can outwork him into snatching the title.
Dante: She has all the technical skills she’d need to do it. I’m not even sure why she still keeps the guy on payroll personally. But that’s the same for Angel too.
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 one person on the ramp, a woman. And that woman is Angel, 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 makes her way down the ramp, the platinum blond deliberately keeping as far from any fan contact that she can, looking to the crowd with a look of disgust occasionally. At the bottom of the ramp, she stops and looks out around her.
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 the music to go out.
Melissa: I like Angel’s chances here, Dante. I say that because of the three, I’m positive there aren’t any lengths she wouldn’t go to in order to claim the title.
Dante: And that’s a smart strategy. When the bell rings, there are no friends and you do absolutely anything you need to in order to win, much less if there’s a title on the line.
N-now th-that that don't kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
'Cause I can't wait much longer
As “Stronger” begins, blue and white spotlights bathe the entrance ramp after the arena darkens before Christian rises up from the stage. Wearing a flight jacket, he leaps into the air and comes down with two fists onto the stage. As he does this, the video wall looks like he just jumped into space and came back down to the floor. Christian opens his jacket to look down at the title around his waist with a grin, giving the SVW Adrenaline Championship a pat. He then charges the ring to a roar from the crowd, and slides under the bottom rope to a stop on his knees in the ring.
Let's get lost tonight
You could be my black Kate Moss tonight
Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight
And you don't give a fuck what they all say, right?
Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior
Damn, they don't make em like this anymore
John: Hailing from Maui, Hawaii by way of Fort Lauderdale, Florida, please welcome the reigning and defending SVW Adrenaline Champion….CHRISTIAN KINCAID!!
He nips to his feet, and runs to the middle turnbuckle in one corner to rally the crowd before hopping down to his feet and starting to pull his jacket off, and handing the title off to the referee.
Melissa: Most champions don’t have a triple threat in their first defense, but the champion didn’t mind it at all. He realizes he may have something to prove to people who say he didn’t win it fair and square.
Dante: Well he didn’t. So this would be his first defense where he has the chance to make that case. But in a triple threat, the likelihood of retaining any title is cut drastically.
Rudy Palmer took the Adrenaline Championship from the man as Christian pulled on the ropes to check they were tight enough as the official presented the title to Angel, then to Leona and then to the crowd. Finally he passed it off to John Youle as the announcer left the ring as Christian walked towards the middle of the ring where he was joined by his two clients, offering them a handshake as Palmer called for the bell. Angel shook his hand quickly as she stared him dead in the eye before Leona took his hand; the Mexican then offered her hand to her fellow challenger. Angel looked down at it for a moment before she took Vega’s hand and jerked her forward into a raised knee, not releasing her hand as she yanked her forward again into a second and a third raised knee into her midriff. Vega doubled over and Angel adjusted her grip, bringing the Mexican wrestler by the hair, pulling her downwards into a single knee facebreaker that caused Leona to fall backwards to the canvas. As Vega landed on her back, Kincaid rolled Angel up from behind into a pin attempt.
Dante: Leona already looking to end it!
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Melissa: Way too early for that. Angel still has almost a full tank, and isn’t looking to call it a night yet.
Angel kicked out and started back to her feet only for the defending Champion to start laying into her body with a series of stiff kicks that he finished up with a jumping side kick to her face that caused her to stumble backwards into the corner. Kincaid took two steps backwards before darting forwards to deliver a splash to Angel against the turnbuckles before following it up with a one handed bulldog. Quickly he pulled Angel up to her feet and Irish whipped her into the far corner, following in close behind her where he left his feet and delivered a corner dropkick to his chest. As he started to his feet he got a call from Vega that caused him to drop onto all fours in front of Angel, allowing the Monterrey native to sprint in and use his back as a launching platform to deliver poetry in motion to the platinum blonde in the corner. Vega landed on her feet facing Angel after delivering the move as Christian was already back on his feet behind her, wrapped his arms around her midsection and snapped off a German suplex that he bridged for the pin.
One…
Tw-
Melissa: Nicely executed German suplex with a bridge there for the champion, but not enough to get more than a two.
Dante: Angel stopped it herself just in case, and gave Christian’s head a shellacking in the process.
Angel stepped forward out of the corner and drove an elbow drop into Christian’s rib cage as Palmer was about to complete the two count. Angel was quickly back to her feet and delivered a second driven elbow drop into his chest, followed by a third. Angel got back to her feet quickly once more and this time found Leona was also back to a vertical base and the platinum blonde began to lay into the Mexican native with a series of jabs and hooks aimed at body and face - switching up her targets as the brunette tried her hardest to cover up before she finally anticipated one of the incoming shots, countering the blow with an armdrag takedown that saw her send Angel across the ring. Angel used the momentum of the arm drag to come to her feet but as she did so, Vega nipped towards her and caught her with a perfect superman punch to her jaw. Angel dropped to one knee after taking the blow, staying there for a moment before she pushed back up to her feet only for Vega to be back in motion as she sprung off the middle rope and sent Angel down to the canvas with a hurricanrana.
Melissa: When it comes to speed, I think Angel may be at a disadvantage. She likes to throw hands, and ground an opponent.
Dante: Compared to Leona or Christian, you’re right. She might be the slowest, but I would also say she’s the one most likely to do whatever it takes. And that’s an advantage and a half.
Leona rolled through to one knee but didn’t bother going for the pinfall as she exploded up from this stance and caught Kincaid on the point of his jaw with a running jumping knee strike. The Floridian staggered backwards into the ropes and Vega immediately went shoulder to shoulder with him, firing him across the ring for the ride as he bounced back he threw himself into a forward roll to duck underneath his foes butterfly kick. He came straight out of the forward roll and back to his feet where he jumped onto the middle rope into a springboard crossbody only for Leona to counter with dropsault that caught him in the stomach, sending him down to the mat. Vega rolled back to her feet and Angel charged towards her only to be cut off by the Monterrey born wrestler who caught her square in the stomach with a savate kick.
Melissa: Angel’s having flashback to whatever she had for dinner earlier with that kick in the gut from Leona. Vega kicks like a mule!
Angel staggered backwards holding her stomach only for Vega to press home her advantage by grabbing hold of Angel’s wrist and jerking her forward into a jumping short arm lariat that sent her down to the mat. Angel quickly got back to her feet as Vega came back off the ropes and caught her with a running one leg dropkick to the chest. The Platinum blonde again tried to rise but barely got her feet underneath her before Leona swept her legs out from underneath her with a capoeira leg sweep. Angel landed hard on her back and Vega sprinted across the ring once more, bouncing off the ropes and came back into a rolling senton that saw her land flush across Angel’s chest. Leaning back Vega hooked the leg for the pinfall.
One…
Two…
...TH-
Dante: Nice try, Leona! But it ain’t happening like that. What was it you said? Too much gas left in the tank?
Angel kicked out of the pinfall. Vega rolled away from her and to her feet as the referee showed the two count only to get spun around and receive a kick to the gut from Christian Kincaid who quickly hooked her head for a DDT. Before he could snap the move off, Leona pushed him off of her and immediately fired off a high kick that caught him in the jaw. Christian stepped backwards holding his jaw for a moment only for Vega to step forward, feinting a leg sweep only to turn it into a roundhouse kick to the side of his head as the man attempted to dodge having his legs taken from up. He reeled a couple of steps to the side from the kick only to have Leona jump towards him, grab his head and jerk him down into a codebreaker, driving both of her knees into his ribs. The Adrenaline Champion landed on his back on the mat, holding his chest that only prompted Vega to hit the ring ropes and come back with a jumping knee drop, landing on the Champion’s ribs before she made the cover hooking his leg as she did so.
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...THR-
Melissa: Win or lose tonight, Christian’s gonna be leaving with some bruised ribs no matter what happens. But he’s still very much alive.
Dante: I’m glad to see they aren’t going half speed on the guy just because he manages them.
Christian kicked out of the pinfall attempt and rolled to the ropes as Vega came to her feet and looked to go after him only to suddenly get pulled up short as Angel surprised her with a low blow from behind. Palmer reprimanded the platinum blonde for her actions only to get a roll of the eyes from the woman as she grabbed hold of both of Leona’s arms, not letting her drop to her knees as she locked in a straightjacket hold. Angel pulled back on her opponent’s arms, tightening up the hold and using them to choke her out. Vega though was struggling against the hold, trying to free her arms before she stomped down on Angel’s foot hard that caused her to loosen her grip slightly but not let go. Vega tried to stomp down on Angel’s foot once more only for the platinum blonde to move it out of the way and counter by sending Vega to the canvas with a straitjacket suplex. Getting up to her feet, Angel quickly crossed the ring and delivered a baseball slide into Kincaid’s body as he recovered under the ring ropes. Angel got back to her feet once more and delivered another baseball slide to Christian that sent him down to the floor.
Melissa: Two baseball slides have sent the champion out of the ring, leaving Angel alone with Leona once again.
Dante: Well she doesn’t have to pin Kincaid to get the title. Maybe she thinks Leona would be the easier touch of the two.
Again Angel came to her feet as Vega rose to hers and Angel charged towards her, leaving her feet to take the Mexican down to the mat with a Thesz Press, following it up with a series of hammer blows from her left and right hands as Vega covered up. The referee ordered Angel to let her foe get back to her feet, only for Angel to ignore him as she delivered a couple more shots against Vega’s forearms in an attempt to get through her defences before finally starting to push up to her feet, pulled the Luchadora up to her feet with her as she established a Muay Thai cinch, bringing her knees up into the Mexican’s body before she hooked hold of her head, grabbed hold of her tights and spiked her head first into the canvas with a DDT. Angel quickly got back to her feet, making for the nearest set of ring ropes and came back with a lionsault that landed perfectly across Vega’s chest. Angel made the cover, using her hands to press all her weight down on Leona’s shoulders.
Dante: That was picture perfect, and she may have Leona now!
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...THR-
Melissa: Close but no cigar for Angel. Leona is one of the most resilient athletes on this roster, and she’s reminding us why that is the case.
Vega kicked out and Angel didn’t bother to wait for the referee to confirm the count as she pulled her foe back to her feet with a handful of hair. She delivered three punches underneath her ribcage before she hooked her head and lifted her up into the air, holding her upside down for a moment before she completed the vertical suplex. Vega sat up immediately, holding her back and Angel moved in behind her, grabbing hold of her arms to apply a straitjacket once more. Angel used the straitjacket choke hold to bring Vega back to a standing position though only for a second before she took her down with a straitjacket lungblower. The Mexican wrestler rolled around in pain for a couple of moments as she landed on the canvas before she started to force herself upwards, getting to her hands and knees before Angel grabbed hold of her arm and rolled her over into a magistral cradle.
Dante: Look at that cradle! Angel’s showing us some new moves tonight!
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Melissa: She is, but Leona’s cagey enough to be ready for it. And the Aztec is still alive here.
Vega kicked out once more and tried to come to her feet. Angel though made it to a vertical base before her opponent and bounced off the ropes, catching Vega with a big boot to the face the moment she stood up. Leona spun as the boot connected before she dropped back down to all fours, allowing Angel to dart forward and leave her feet with a double foot stomp to her spine sending her face first into the ring mat. Quickly Angel pulled the Monterrey native back up to her feet and Irish whipped her into the corner. As Vega hit back first, Angel charged forward and drove her shoulder into Leona’s middle. Three more shoulder thrusts followed before Angel stood up and pressed her boot against Vega’s throat in a choke as Leona tried to push the boot away. Palmer ordered the break of the choke that only seemed to cause Angel to push harder with her boot against her foe’s throat. Again Palmer ordered the break, Angel bringing her boot to the floor as she verbally railed against the referee for a couple of moments before she went straight back to the choke hold; pressing her boot against her throat once more. Palmer once more tried to order the break, but his appeal went unheeded by the platinum blonde wrestler as she continued to press with her boot.
Dante: I don’t know why the referee is ordering a break here. It’s a triple threat, and that means there aren’t any disqualifications.
Melissa: Maybe because the referee has a moral compass? That could be why.
Finally Angel relented on the choke, bringing her foot back down to the mat and pulled Vega out of the corner, setting her up for The Gates Are Open Russian leg sweep. Before she could deliver the move though Kincaid rose to the apron and leapt onto the top rope, coming off into a springboard clothesline that caught both Vega and Angel perfectly across the chest, sending them both down to the mat. Christian rolled through to his feet, continuing his momentum as he ran into the ropes, coming back towards his opponents as Angel was first to her feet and he took her back down to the mat with a roaring elbow strike. He turned his attention towards Leona as she had made it to her hands and knees and leapt into the air, coming down across her spine with a backsplash.
Melissa: Christian’s found his second wind, and he’s nailing anything that moves in there right now!
Dante: They should double team him if they get the chance, even though I know they both think well of him.
Christian rolled to his feet once more and charged towards the rising Angel, taking her back down to the mat once more with a spinning neckbreaker. Kincaid kipped straight back up to his feet as Angel rolled towards the ropes holding her neck and he turned his attention towards the Mexican challenger for his title. He helped the rising Vega the rest of the way to her feet only to scoop her upwards into his arms. He body slammed her into the mat next to Angel and immediately took off across the ring coming back with a rolling senton that saw him land on the bodies of both women. He immediately made the cover on Angel, hooking her leg as he did so while Vega rolled away holding her ribs in pain.
Melissa: The pace has picked up big time, and Kincaid’s got the cover on his former tag team partner!
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Dante: Well he did, but still wasn’t enough. I’m telling you they need to double team this guy.
Angel rolled her shoulder to break up the pinfall, Christian nodding his head as he watched the referee confirm the two count before he looked over to Vega as she was beginning to push up to her feet. Kincaid stood up and stalked around the ring, watching as Vega pushed upwards, letting her get to one knee before he darted forward and caught her with a shining wizard to the back of her head that saw her collapse to the canvas, rolling underneath the bottom rope as she fell. He turned his attention back towards Angel who was slowly starting to rise and quickly he headed towards the corner. He climbed the turnbuckles on the inside to sit on the top rope, waiting until the platinum blonde wrestler was on her feet before he dove towards her and slammed her down into the mat with a blockbuster. Quickly he pulled Angel back to her feet only to pull her head down into a barrage of rapid fire knees that he finished with a corkscrew neckbreaker - completing the Don’t Look Down. He instantly made the cover, hooking both of her legs as he did so.
Melissa: DON’T LOOK DOWN!! Angel’s done!
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Dante: Damn, that was close right there! Leona had to stop it, or this might have been over!
Before Phelps could complete the count, Leona managed to pull herself towards the pinning attempt and dive on top of her manager to break it up. Leona rolled away and tried to force herself up as Christian came to his feet, advancing towards her only for Vega to surprise him with a drop toe hold that took him face first into the canvas. The pair rose simultaneously and Vega tried to take the initiative as she lashed out at him with her foot, only to see him block the kick with his leg and attempt to reply with an open right handed shot that Vega blocked. Quickly the pair exchanged blows - or at least attempted to, as each managed to block the other’s shots. Finally Leona left her feet looking to catch him with a jumping knee strike only for Christian to spin away and behind his client, wrapping his arms around her waist for a German suplex. As he attempted to lift her off her feet though, Vega blocked the move. He tried once more to lift her up but as he did so, she fired two back elbows into his head in rapid succession, causing him to release her and allowing the Mexican to swing her weight forward and roll him up into a small package.
Melissa: Leona with a surprise! Small package on the champion!!
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Dante: See, they haven’t focused on him enough in this match. Otherwise, I don’t think he’d have kicked out of that.
Kincaid kicked out just before the three count and came to his feet as Vega did likewise, the Monterrey native just a couple of beats ahead of him allowing her to turn and run the ropes. She came back towards him and went looking for a spear only for CK to see it coming as he leapt into the air, landed on her back and rolled forward, bringing her down into a sunset flip.
Melissa: Look at the agility, what a display! We got a cover!
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...THREE!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dante: I have never seen someone leapfrog onto the back of someone trying for a spear! I thought that was it right there!
Vega realised what was happening in the nick of time and managed to kick out of the hold. She rolled backwards to her feet as the Adrenaline Champion also came to his and suddenly lunged towards Leona, catching her with a headbutt, followed by a jumping knee into her chest. The Mexican wrestler staggered backwards into the corner only for Kincaid to pull her out by the wrist and into an Irish whip that sent her across the ring. She slumped against the turnbuckles as she hit, allowing Christian to measure her up before he charged across the ring and caught the woman with a yakuza kick into her chest. As he started to rise back to his feet, he heard a call from Angel, who had managed to pull herself back upright and make her way to opposite corner. With a nod he dropped down to all fours in the corner, setting up for another poetry in motion with his former tag team partner. Angel set off, stepping up onto Christian’s back and leapt into the air… only to deliver a curb stomp to the Adrenaline Champion, driving him down into the mat as she did so.
Melissa: Angel damn near put his head through the mat with that curb stomp, and has the champion in a bad way right now.
Dante: I’m impressed he’s still conscious. I haven’t seen a head stomp like that since Super Mario Brothers.
He held the back of his head as he rolled away towards the middle of the ring. Meanwhile Angel left her feet and caught Leona with an enzugiri to the side of the head, the Mexican stumbling out of the corner before she fell through the ring ropes to the apron. Angel gave her a little glance down to Leona before she climbed up to the top rope and measured up Christian as he lay flat out on the mat and launched herself into a shooting star press that landed cleanly across his chest.
Dante: LEONA’S GONNA PIN KINCAID WITH HIS OWN MOVE!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Melissa: NO, SHE’S NOT!! Somehow the Adrenaline Champion found a way! He’d have never live down losing to his own move.
At the last moment Christian rolled his shoulder to break up the pinfall and Angel stared a hole through Rudy Palmer as he showed her the two count. She shook her head at him, demanding the three count only to be told that it was just two before she finally accepted it and backed up across the ring. She dropped down on her haunches, waving Kincaid up to his feet, watching him rise unsteadily upwards. The moment he was vertical and turned towards her Angel darted out of the corner and caught him flush in the face with Waking The Demon brogue kick. Kincaid fell backwards into the ropes, bouncing off them before he flopped forward, Angel catching him and manhandling him onto her shoulders as she attempted to go for her Down The Depths spinning crucifix toss.
Dante: DOWN THE DEPTHS here we come!
Melissa: Not if Leona has a say in it, she won’t!
As Angel got him into position for the move and turned towards the middle of the ring, she came face to face with Leona Vega who drove a knee into her exposed midsection, she followed it up with a second and a third as Angel dropped Christian onto his feet. Immediately the man slumping to his knees before Vega grabbed Angel by the head and took her down to the canvas with a snapmare. Angel almost immediately started to rise to her feet, Leona only allowing her to get to her knees before she caught her with a roundhouse kick. The Monterrey native forced herself up onto the balls of the feet and seemed to find new energy as the crowd got behind her, cheering her on as she delivered another roundhouse kick, moving around to deliver a heel kick with her other feet. Then another and another another - spinning around her opponent, alternating between feet and the type of kick delivered with each strike to keep her opponent guessing. Finally Vega finished up the El Molinillo with a vicious volley kick straight into Angel’s face.
Melissa: EL MOLINILLO!! That was a knockout shot right there!
Angel held her face with one hand as she lay on her side on the mat. Vega raised her hand in the air, getting the crowd to cheer her loudly as she pulled Angel up to her feet, moving her away from the ropes before she caught her in a Warrior’s Wing that drove her down into the canvas. Leona quickly made the cover, hooking both of Angel’s legs as she did so.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dante: That’s the WARRIOR’S WING, and we almost had a new champion! But Christian saved his title right there!
At the very last moment possible, Christian Kincaid made the save with a baseball slide into the side of Vega’s head causing her to roll out of the cover. Vega pushed up to her feet as she saw Christian a second behind her and she darted towards the ropes, springboarding off them into a disaster kick - Kincaid just getting his hands up in the nick of time to take some of the force out of the shot, even though it still caused him to stagger backwards. Vega measured him up and as he regained his balance she quick stepped towards him, leaving her feet as she grabbed hold of his head and started to spin around and around and around and around and around and around and around him before drilling his skull into the mat with the Orbit DDT. She made the cover, hooking his leg as she did so.
Melissa: Leona’s got something for CK too, and he got planted! NEW CHAMPION!!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Dante: I may not like him much, but I gotta give the guy credit. He’s harder to stop than the Energizer bunny!
Christian’s shoulder came up a moment before the three count was made and Leona quickly pulled him up to his feet and onto her shoulders with a slight grunt of effort. She held him there for a moment, setting him for El Pilote but Christian didn’t give her a chance to deliver it as he fired elbows into her hand allowing him to slip out of her grip and for him to lock her in a headlock. He waited barely a second to get his bearings before he slammed Vega into the mat with a headlock driver that saw her land and roll towards the ropes on impact. Kincaid pushed up to his knees, looking over at Leona and then towards Angel, seeing her pulling herself up by the ring ropes, resting over the middle rope. He forced himself up to his feet, looking from one challenger to the other before he set his sights on Angel, setting off towards the ropes and into a Tiger Feint Kick that saw him drive his boots into her face. The platinum blonde dropped backwards to the canvas as the Adrenaline Champion looked to the top rope. He rolled his hands and pointed towards the nearest corner as he slowly walked towards it and into a springboard corkscrew moonsault - The Flight Path 2.0 - that landed perfectly across Angel’s body. He hooked both of Angels legs, keeping his eyes on Vega on the far side of the ring for the pin as Palmer slid into position.
Melissa: FLIGHT PATH 2.0! That’s gotta do it!! What more can he do if it’s not?!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dante: Well damn!
Vega dived to break up the pinfall but came up just short as the referee’s hand made the three count and called for the bell. Christian rolled out of the pinfall as it sounded and onto his back breathing heavily.
John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall and STILL SVW ADRENALINE CHAMPION….CHRISTIAN KINCAID!!!!!
Dante: I guess we can say he earned this one, because he took one hell of a beating to retain his title.
Rudy Palmer retrieved the title belt from the ringside attendants and helped Christian to his feet, presenting him with the title and held his hand aloft. Christian nodded his head as he raised the title belt before he went to check on both Angel and Leona, helping each to their feet and giving them a short embrace before he raised their hands in the air too, each competitor getting a loud response from the crowd. After having her hand raised Angel rolled out of the ring and started to slowly retreat up the ramp, with a respectful look on her face but keeping her eyes on the title as she did so.
Melissa: That tells you how much both women, who don’t like each other, respect their manager. All three of them put on one hell of a performance, but Christian’s still the Adrenaline Champion.
Leona meanwhile raised Christian’s hand once more and gave him another congratulatory embrace, telling him - with a determined smile - that she’d be back for that title before she left the ring. Christian continued his celebration in the ring as the show cut elsewhere.
Return of the Legend
The show cuts back to the ring, but not with the ring announcer standing in it. Nope, it was Dexter McKenna. He looked out at the expectant crowd before he began.
Dexter: How are you enjoying Fearless, Atlanta?
That gets a cheap pop.
Dexter: Good. Tonight, among other things, marks the return to SVW of a woman who has long since been absent. But you’d be hard-pressed to find someone who knows the history of the company any better than her. With that in mind, Atlanta, my guest at this time…...VALERIE LAMB!!
On cue, the Skar Productions cover of “Rains of Castamere” blasts through the speakers, brining about a chorus that is not quite positive. Through the curtain steps the woman in question; Valerie Lamb. Taking place at the top of the ramp, and apparently ignoring the reaction of the crowd (or playing to it in some weird irony), she spins twice in a circle, causing the skirt of her dress to lift slightly, and ends it with a shallow curtsey. Finally, she heads down the ramp, hands on hips and a wide smile on her face. She then walks around the ring, taking a spare microphone from John at the timekeeper’s desk, before climbing the steps and stepping between the ropes to enter the ring and join Dexter. As she does, the music fades out and she brings the mic to her lips.
Valerie: I’m baaaaaaaack! Didya miss me?!
The reaction she gets indicates that this was not the case, and she frowns.
Valerie: Really? Well, ain’t that a cryin’ shame? ‘Cause I sure missed being in this ring!
Dexter: I guess the first and most appropriate thing would be to welcome you back to SVW. Along with that, the most obvious question would be what brings you back?
Valerie: Well, thankya, Dexter. Like I all but said there, it’s good to be back. Been far too long. So...why did I come back? Well, for that to be the case, I would need to have ever actually left. I’ve not had a match in quite some time, but I’ve been part of the company, mostly supporting my sisters. But I’m intending to come back to compete properly for a couple of reasons. The first, and biggest being, that this place could do with a dose of me that they’ve never had before. You guys always seem to get me in short bursts. Which is fine, but I ain’t the one and done kinda girl, you know? Or couple and done, as the case has been. You guys need me for the long haul, so I’m gonna give you that. It seems like the best time of any to make that attempt, too. I get along well with Cody, and I can certainly think of worse people than Kyle. And as you guys might have seen from the other company...I don’t seem to do muchin the way of work these days so far as the ring goes. Now I’m happy to step aside a little and let my sisters have some of the glory...but I want some of that for me. I didn’t get into wrestling to train rookies and sit on the sidelines. I got into wrestling to do what I spent the better part of ten years doing anyway; taking your names and etching them into my stick.
Dexter: That sounds definitive. The next question is where will be you be going? You mentioned both the General Managers.
Valerie shakes her head.
Valerie: Not yet. And ya know what, I’m alright with that for the moment. It gives me flexibility. And I’m certainly open to offers. Like you said, I know the history of this place better than most people in it. I know who I think would do a better job. And they both know that having me on their brand would be wonderful for them. The poster said legend, right? If they want me on their show, they’re gonna need to prove that much to me. I’m not on draft. I’m open to offers...but only the best.
Dexter: I’m going to assume you have no preference. So let’s go with asking if either roster in particular holds more interest than the other. Do you see one potentially being more or less of a challenge?
Valerie: At this moment, you’re right. I don’t. But “challenge” is a word I’m slightly unsure by. See, as we’ve both mentioned, this isn’t my first go round here. And I’ve faced many of the female talent on both sides, so to me a challenge would be those I’ve never faced. It so happens that in that regard, the answer would be Uprising. However, insofar as talent goes, I would prefer Aggression. I don’t wrestle for anything less than a great match, and there are unfortunately many people on both who are happy with middling to decent.
Dexter: There it is, fans. Valerie Lamb is looking for the best offer from our General Managers before she commits to either roster. Only time will tell what comes her way, but I’m sure we’ll find out soon. Thank you for joining me, Valerie.
The crowd shows her very little love as Fearless cuts to a merchandise site ad.
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John: The following contest is a three-way match... For the SVW DEFIANCE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
“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. As she drops her hand, Vincent Belmont comes out to join her.
John: Introducing first! Accompanied by Vincent Belmont, hailing from Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia, weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds, please welcome... LUCI!
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 raises both arms out wide, spins in a circle and then heads to her corner, where she meets Vincent again, the two talking between themselves as the music fades out.
Melissa: Ladies and gentlemen, the Defiance Championship pool is getting intense, and this is the Australian up-and-comer's chance to prove she's not just another pretty face in the division!
Dante: Honestly, I don't think she's ever been such, but this is, most definitely, one of her biggest matches in a LONG time. She'll need eyes on the back of her head to get through this one, because it's gonna be CRAZY.
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: Her opponent, 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.
Dante: And you can bet Misha LeCavalier is still fuming over the switcheroo that Sunny pulled last time they met, putting one of her masked henchmen in the line of fire so she could run off with the win.
Melissa: Misha has been nothing short of monstrous when it comes to her competition, and tonight may just be the night for payback she wants to inflict on the champion so bad.
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 the Defiance Championship belt 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. And behind them, a sea of acolytes dressed just like her.
John: Hailing from, Yeongdeungpo District, South Korea this is the DEFENDING Defiance 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”
Making their way down Qilin hands pamphlets to anyone who would take one as Sunny caressed the title. 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, while the row of acolytes surround the ring. Sunny quickly slips through the ropes and glares around as smoke surrounds the ring. Qilin helps Sunny remove the entrance attire, sans mask, before slipping out of ring.
Dante: Like I said, Mel... Crazy.
Melissa: There's a countless number of Game Changers here and... And Sunny Kyoun is gonna wrestle with her mask on-- this can only mean trouble!
The bells ring, and Sunny stands in the center of the ring with her arms open, calling attention to the fact her acolytes are all around the ring and she's ready to do whatever it takes to remain Defiance Champion. This makes Luci and Misha exchange glances... before they attack Sunny with stereo kicks to the stomach, folding the Korean wrestler; they then grab the Game Changer by the arms and send her to the ropes. When she returns, Luci and Misha strike her down with stereo dropkicks that send Sunny crashing to the mat. A rather annoyed Sunny scrambles to get back up to her feet, only for Misha to wrap her arms around Sunny's waist and bring her back down with a hip toss. Sunny again gets up, and now Luci is the one on the ball as she scoop slams Kyoun right back down. Once more Sunny gets up, now a bit dazed, and now Misha again wraps her arms around Sunny's waist, and as Luci throws a superkick to the Korean's jaw, Misha bends and puts the Korean through a bridging German suplex!
Dante: Beautiful suplex by Misha, and an early cover!
ONE!
TW-- NOPE! Luci grabs Misha's legs and pulls her away from Sunny, lifting her back to her feet only to smash her down into the mat with a snap suplex!
Melissa: Ouch! Luci ain't gonna let Misha steal her spotlight like that! Sure, that early cover may just've been to sap Sunny's energy, but nobody's being paid by the hour here!
Misha is now sprawled out in the center of the ring, as Sunny takes the time to recover. As Luci gets up, Sunny is the first to stand up, giving the blonde her target. Dashing towards the Game Changer with her arm out for a clothesline, Luci misses as Sunny bends down and grabs her waist, throwing her up and then coming down with an alley oop. Luci gets up to her feet holding her face after falling nose first into the mat, and she only has time to brace herself when it's Sunny who clotheslines her out of the ring, sending her tumbling over the top rope and to ringside. Misha is now up, though, and Sunny immediately turns her attentions to her, putting the Canadian wrestler in a side headlock. Misha smartly disengages by grabbing Sunny's free arm and twisting it with as much torque as possible, forcing the Korean wrestler to let go of the headlock because of how awkward her body would get. Sunny tries to break free, but Misha keeps twisting and wrenching Sunny's arm as much as she can. Annoyed, Kyoun responds with a back elbow to Misha's nose, sending the Canadian to her knees immediately. Meanwhile, at ringside, Sunny's acolytes are literally just staring at a thrown off Luci.
Dante: Notice how Sunny's minions are just watching. This is not a glorified lumberjack match... They're basically here for the intimidation factor.
Melissa: Yeah, just to keep us on our toes as far as when they're gonna wreak havoc goes...
Sunny turns to Misha and grabs her head, methodically dragging her back to her feet... Before Misha grabs Sunny's arm and attempts to whip her across the ring. Sunny plants her feet down and sends Misha running instead. With the built up momentum, Misha hits the ropes and comes back, only to be met with a kitchen sink (a knee lift to the stomach of the incoming running victim) that basically sends her tumbling close to the ropes across from where she came from. Getting up while still holding her stomach, Misha stumbles towards the center of the ring while Sunny runs the ropes to build up her momentum, striking Misha's skull with a running big boot. Misha collapses to the mat like a sack of bricks and, as Luci is finally coming back to the ring, Sunny rolls Misha over and makes a cover.
ONE!
TWO-- NO! Misha powers out!
Sunny gets up to her knees, cracks her neck, shakes her head at the referee and instructs them to count with the proper speed, which is met with an eye roll. Unbeknownst to her though, Luci is on the top rope, just waiting for the perfect chance, beckoning for her. And it's when Kyoun turns around that Luci lunges forth, crashing into Sunny with an avalanche leg drop! Sunny is knocked over and Luci gets up, popping off for the crowd's delight. Without missing the beat, Luci then helps Sunny up and starts striking her chest with powerful knife-edge chops just to light her up, and eventually trapping her in the corner. Yanking Sunny from the corner, Luci hops onto the second rope and, as Kyoun turns around, she leaps and hooks her head, going for a springboard DDT... Nnnnnope! Sunny plants her feet and holds Luci's body in the air, throwing her the other way and conneting with an STO!
Melissa: What strength from Sunny Kyoun right now, planting the Australian wrestler down with a timely STO reversal!
Dante: That was rather unexpected, and Sunny is back on the driver's seat!
Sunny grabs Luci's head to bring her up, while Misha is bringing herself to her feet as well across the ring from them. The Canadian watches as Sunny hurls Luci to the far ropes and waits as the blonde builds up her momentum. When Luci his the ropes, Sunny dashes so they can meet in the center of the ring. The Korean then leaps and flips, trying to catch Luci with a Rear View; Luci throws herself to the mat and rolls under Sunny, popping back to her feet. Sunny turns around and attempts to clothesline Luci, who again ducks; but this time, Luci grabs Sunny's waist and lifts her just enough to bring her down tailbone first into her knee. Sunny yelps with the Atomic Drop, but she doesn't have much time to react before Misha dashes towards the two wrestlers and strikes both with a dual leaping lariat that knocks both women down!
Melissa: STEREO LARIAT BY MISHA! They ate all of it, and it's Misha time!
Dante: Twice the enemies, twice the intensity! Misha knows what she needs to do to win a belt, she's done so all over the world!
Misha gets up with a clenched fist, as Luci slowly brings herself up, staggering, along with Sunny. Each of Misha's opponents stagger to a separate corner, and Misha has to choose who's her victim. Eventually, she sets her sights on Luci, dashing towards her corner and striking her with a powerful European uppercut. Luci collapses as she sits on the corner, and Misha dashes across the ring to do the same to Sunny -- another European uppercut that takes the Korean off her feet! Sunny staggers to the center of the ring and eventually collapses, allowing Misha to sit Sunny up and put her in a standing Katahajime!
Dante: Look at this BEAUTIFUL submission hold by Misha! She makes it look EASY!
Melissa: And Sunny is right where she wants! How unlikely is it to have a three-way match end in submission?!
Misha keeps twisting Sunny's arm in the standing Katahajime as the Korean wrestler struggles to get out of the hold. Any lesser wrestler would've already tapped out; but not the Game Changer: slowly, she manages to bring her legs under her, standing on her knees; and from there she starts to pull herself up, arching her back backwards in an attempt to break Misha's hold. Misha slowly adjusts herself to make sure Sunny is still locked properly. But what neither of them expect to see is Luci pop out of her corner as she jumps for Misha's neck and twists her in mid-air, smashing her skull first into the mat with a tornado DDT! Misha, of course, has no other choice than to let Sunny go in that interim, and now Korean and Canadian wrestlers are down, with Sunny gasping for air and LeCavalier wasted on the mat, as Luci picks herself up.
Melissa: WHAT SPIRIT BY LUCI TO DO THAT TO MISHA, NOW EVERYONE'S DOWN!!!
Dante: Up to Luci to pick up the fallen pieces now, they're all there for her disposal!
Luci brings Misha up to her feet and sets her up for another DDT - a spiked one this time - as LeCavalier seems to be all but unresponsive. From that position, Luci immediately transitions into a camel clutch, with Misha dead to rights in the center of the ring as she pulls as hard as she can on the Canadian's chin. Sunny, however, is up right behind them, and of course she sets her eyes on Luci: grabbing the blonde's head in a dragon sleeper hold, the blonde flails a bit seeing as she still has Misha in the camel clutch, before Sunny connects with a neckbreaker that nulls Luci's momentum entirely. Misha is now the one gasping for air, as Sunny and Luci get up; and as Luci turns around to see Sunny, the Aggression representative connects with a thunderous superkick that echoes all over the arena! Luci crumbles, and Sunny quickly makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- NOOO!!! Misha KICKS Sunny's head to break the count!
Melissa: OUCH! That's gonna ring in the morning.
Sunny roars in anger while holding her head, as Misha gets back in the match. The regal Canadian grabs Sunny's head, but Luci arrives and connects with a spin-a-roonie-esque kick to the side of Misha's head. Misha staggers to the ropes, and Luci is the one who snatches Sunny by the head, slowly getting up. Once the two women are on their feet, Jamieson leads Sunny to the far corner and sends the Game Changer mask first into the top turnbuckle... Nope! Sunny puts her right foot on the second rope joint and blocks it, quickly reacting with a back elbow to Luci's chest. Luci drops Sunny as she staggers backwards, and the Korean wrestler takes this chance to dash to the far ropes, at the same time Misha seems to decide to just let all that go on while she preserves her energy. With Luci on the dead center of the ring, Sunny makes her way to the far ropes to build up momentum and comes back. But unexpectedly, Luci turns around and yanks Sunny off her feet, sending her upwards for a back body drop. Sunny adjusts herself in midair and rolls to safety, nullifying Luci's attempt; but she doesn't get the chance to turn around to see what Luci is up to as the blonde wraps her arms around Sunny's waist and bends backwards, slamming her into the mat with a thunderous German suplex! And after that, Luci raises a hand and lets out a war cry that brings the crowd to their feet!
Melissa: Luci's feeling it, it may be Overdose time!
Sunny starts to get back up to her feet and Luci just waits for the perfect chance to strike, dashing forth when the time is right to try and catch Sunny with her deadly spinning knee shot; NOPE! Sunny telegraphs it (maybe it was the scream) and ducks under it, as Luci crashes on the mat a bit awkwardly before she brings herself up to her feet! Before Jamieson can turn around though, Sunny leaps as high as she can and catches Luci's head with her legs, bending backwards and executing a PICTURE PERFECT reverse Frankensteiner! Sunny doesn't even have the time to celebrate as Misha, who's seen enough, dashes from her safe point and SMASHES her forearm into Sunny's face with a short-range lariat! Sunny collapses, and Misha makes the cover!
Melissa: REFLECTION BY SUNNY!... KILL ME BABY! MISHA WITH THE TIMELY BLOW, AND SUNNY JUST HAD A TASTE OF WHAT SHE ESCAPED LAST TIME!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Sunny's shoulder pops up! Misha growls and quickly crawls over to Luci, covering the blonde as well!
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!! Luci powers out as well!
Melissa: Well that went nowhere! It's title match, and when there's hardware on the line people will draw power from where they won't usually do, and Misha was just reminded of that!
Misha pounds the mat in anger as Sunny starts to get up. The Canadian immediately locks crosshairs on Sunny as she gets up, immediately striking her with a kick to the gut. From there, Misha puts Sunny through an arm wrench. Sunny spins around herself and undoes the wrench, grabbing Misha's outside arm and whipping her across the ring... except Misha plants her feet down and pulls back on Sunny's arm, yanking her into a pull-back clothesline... NOPE, Sunny slides under that, rising back up behind Misha! Misha turns, and Sunny leaps and connects with a volley kick that sends Misha staggering to the ropes! Luci begins to rise, and Misha watches as the blonde strikes Sunny with a Northern lariat. With the Korean down, Luci stares at Misha and throws her an "I haven't forgotten about YOU" smirk. LeCavalier's eyes go wide as Luci grabs Misha's neck and brings her to the center of the ring; but Misha shoves Luci away from her. Luci uses the backwards momentum to hit the ropes behind her, and as she comes back, she leaps for Misha's neck and brings her down to the mat with a tilt-a-whirl DDT! And as Luci gets up from that, she realizes they have officially misplaced Sunny!
Dante: Uh-oh, there's the mischievous nature of Sunny's machine. She just blended in with her acolytes and... Well?
Melissa: I can't tell her from the rest of them either. It... It could literally be anyone.
Luci and Misha, who's getting up from the DDT, stare around them and see a sea of Game Changer-masked acolytes, all of them dressed the same, and Sunny Kyoun just cannot be recognized out of all of them! Misha slowly gets up and, standing back to back, both Uprising wrestlers brace for a potential mass attack... until, that is, Misha throws all caution to the wind and turns around, smacking Luci with a blindsiding forearm smash!
Melissa: Well, looks like Misha doesn't care! She'll continue the match anyway!
Dante: Smart thinking! When it's crunch time, Sunny will have to show herself! But at the same time, she's still wasting energy while Sunny is keeping hers! Now what?!
Luci staggers, and Misha dashes to the ropes behind her, coming back with a big boot that shoves Jamieson closer to the ropes, and from there Misha connects with a springboard enzuigiri. Luci doesn't collapse, though, as she staggers about and to the center of the ring; and at this moment, Sunny (it has to be, right?) climbs onto the top rope of the corner behind Misha and leaps! Striking Misha with a springboard hurricanrana, Sunny sends Misha INTO Luci, and the two literally crash into one another, with Luci on top of Misha!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-- WHOOOOOOOOPS!!! Sunny runs her hand around Luci's waist and deadlifts her into a tiger suplex, bridging her into a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE-- NOOOOO!!! Luci powers out at the last possible moment!
Sunny then stands and shakes her head, hounding Misha, who starts to get up, and Luci, who begins to do the same. Misha stands and turns, and as she notices Sunny coming for her, she quickly shoos her away with a kick to the stomach, folding the Korean and sending her into Luci, who leaves her feet and nabs Sunny's head, putting her in a guillotine choke! The crowd immediately comes to their feet, but Misha dashes in and strikes Luci with a low-angle European uppercut that makes her let go of Sunny's head! Sunny rolls around and LeCavalier grabs her arm, setting her up for a Fujiwara seated armbar! And with the leader of the Worthy being the victim of choice of Misha's and Luci's submission holds, the acolytes finally hop onto the apron and loom over the ring! Misha wastes no time yelling an "OH NO YOU DON'T!" before she lunges at the first, and Luci does the same... And it doesn't take long before the sea of acolytes jump into the ring and start overpowering Luci and Misha!
Melissa: AND HERE COMES THE SEA OF MINIONS!!! MISHA AND LUCI ARE SEVERELY OUTNUMBERED!!!
Dante: And all of this is legal! There are no disqualifications in a three-way!!! THAT could've been Sunny's plan all along, deploy the henchmen right at crunch time!!!
And with the enormous mess that the match becomes, Sunny removes her mask to call for the referee's attention and, at one particular moment, rolls Misha up!
Melissa: AND THERE'S SUNNY!!! ROLL-UP!!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Dante: HOLY SH--
The bells ring and Luci and Misha can barely tell what happened, but when they see Sunny unmasked smirking at them and with her arms up... That's when it dawns on them.
John: Here's your winner... AND STILL SVW's DEFIANCE CHAMPION... THE GAME CHANGER... SUNNY KYOUN!!!
Misha immediately gets up, albeit staggering a bit, to face Sunny... And so does Misha. But Sunny immediately rolls out of the ring and retrieves her belt, without waiting for the referee to do it, joining her masked fellows as they all celebrate their champion.
Dante: This has got to be the CHEAPEST title win I've ever seen... and I've seen a lot of them!
Melissa: Sunny just had all of her minions come for her aid just when she was at her most fragile, and she pulls off a win in the unlikeliest way! You can be sure there'll be repercussions for this!
With the recent history shown between both halves of Danse Macabre and Rebecka Hate shown, we cut back to the ring where John is standing by with his microphone.
John: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall.
Melissa: We’re gonna get the answer to the question here of who Rebecka Hate has chosen for her tag partner. Because Sylvia and Marla combined are extremely formidable.
Dante: We know it isn’t her manager, he has business of his own later tonight. But still, I’m with you as far as being curious goes.
The slow guitar drone starts as the lights begin to flicker rapidly in the arena. Sylvia Crowley steps out, hands running through her hair and yanking on her long locks as she laughs to herself. Beside her, Marla Lee-Crowley bends at the knees, hands on the mat like a wolf as she stares at the squared circle.
“This world doesn't need no opera, we need it for the operation..
We don't need a bigga knife... (a bigga knife)
'Cause we got guns, we got guns, we got guns... (we got guns)
We got guns, you betta run (ya betta run, ya betta run, ya betta run!)”
The lights completely cut out and a trail of fire begins running down the ramp before it comes ringside. Once the fire comes an inch near the apron of the ring, the flames shoot up from the all four turnbuckles in an explosion. The lights return and somehow Sylvia Crowley and Marla Lee are already standing in the ring.
“We're killin' strangers, we're killin' strangers!
We're killin' strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love!
We're killin' strangers, we're killin' strangers!
We're killin' strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love.”
John: Sacrificing tonight to the Dead Gods and at a combined weight of 279 lbs... The team of Sylvia Crowley and Marla Lee... This is DANSE MACABRE!
The two women head to their corner, Sylvia whispering something in Marla’s ear as they share the same devilish grin.
Melissa: This is the first time that we’ve seen these two together as a tag team in SVW, and they look like they have bad bad intentions on their mind for Rebecka Hate.
Dante: Well we know one of them is a few fries short of a Happy Meal, and after that introduction, something tells me the other half isn’t far off either.
The lights fades the drums start in. As the first verse starts, a hooded figure walks out from behind the curtain with a long cloak wrapped around them.
Night is falling, the sun goes down
Fireflies awake
In the darkness of the forest
We are together again
Night is falling, the sun goes down
Fireflies awake
In the darkness of the forest
We are together again
Far away in a secret place
For the chosen ones…..
As the spotlights start to strobe around the arena, the song suddenly stops. As the silence started to get unbearable, a haunting voice starts to be piped through the speakers.
Despite the lies that you're making
Your love is mine for the taking
My love is
Just waiting
To turn your tears to roses
As the music joins the voice, the figure removes their hood and the face of Becky Hate is seen as white flames explode in front of her.
Despite the lies that you're making
Your love is mine for the taking
My love is
Just waiting
To turn your tears to roses
I will be the one that's gonna hold you
I will be the one that you run to
My love is
A burning, consuming fire
When the chorus starts, the flames dies down some and she steps over the flames. Becka makes her way down the ramp. She ignore the fans as she walk, swatting away hands of unworthy fans that try to touch her As they arrive around ringside, Becky takes off her cloak revealing a form fitting dress similar to the one worn by May on Coyote Ragtime Show with leggings under the dress.
No
You'll never be alone
When darkness comes, I'll light the night with stars
Hear the whispers in the dark
No
You'll never be alone
When darkness comes, you know I'm never far
Hear the whispers in the dark
John: “Introducing from Tampa Bay, Florida, she is the carver of souls and self-proclaimed of SVW. Weighing in at…..*receives a glare from Becka* never mind. She is The last of a dying breed….Rebecka Hate.”
You feel so lonely and ragged
You lay here broken and naked
My love is
Just waiting
To clothe you in crimson roses
Becky climbs into the ring and glares at the crowd as she waits for the bell to ring. John takes a step towards her cautiously, asking her who he’s supposed to introduce. Becka tells him no one as the referee double checks to make sure he heard that right.
Melissa: Did she just tell the ring announcer that he didn’t need to introduce anyone for her partner? She’s gonna do this alone?!
Dante: That would be….extremely unwise, to say the least. She can take either one of them and be competitive in one on one matches, but….not both of them.
Referee Mickey McGuire asks one more time about Becka’s partner before Marla steps out of the ring to let Sylvia start. He finally calls for the bell to start the match. Sylvia wastes no time, running and screaming towards Becka like a banshee. Hate puts her hands up as Crowley begins unloading with furious shots to the head and the body. But the taller Hate manages to cover up as she backs into the corner. Sylvia merely climbs up the turnbuckles, and starts biting into her head and trying to pull her hair out at the roots. Becka shoves her off, sending backwards a few steps on the mat before Crowley bolts towards her again. This time though, Becka sidesteps her and sends her into the corner. But Sylvia stops herself before she hits, and surprises Hate with a spinning backfist to her jaw. Sylvia uses a double leg takedown to bring her down to the mat before she bites into her face again.
Dante: It’s hard to strategize for Sylvia, because I don’t think she knows what she’s going to do in advance. One thing’s for sure, she’s certainly looking to bite Becka’s face.
Melissa: That’s one thing Sylvia definitely enjoys doing, biting into her opponents. Hate’s trying to wrestle, but Crowley just wants to rip and tear anything she can get her hands on.
Hate finally managed to shove her off, and get back to her feet. But Crowley was back up before her, and started hammering wild forearms into her head and body to try to bring her down. A jawbreaker stumbled the powerhouse backwards before Sylvia grabbed her head, and pulled her down for a single knee facebreaker. She took off towards the ropes, using them for a springboard into an elbow drop to the back of Hate’s head as she tried to get up. Rising back to her feet, she laughs with glee before she pulls Hate’s head between her legs for a piledriver. Hate’s taller frame makes it difficult for her though, especially when the Hall of Famer stands up with Sylvia dangling over her back. She grabs Crowley’s head, and plants her with a backdrop driver.
Dante: It’s not wise trying to use a piledriver on someone much taller than you are, as Sylvia here just showed as an example.
Melissa: Hate countered out of that easily with the backdrop driver, but she better stay on top of her. Sylvia seems full of fire tonight.
Crowley was slow to get to her feet as Becka pulled her up the rest of the way, and shoved her backwards into her corner. The former SVW Champion began to unload with left and right hand body shots in combinations, one or two lifting Sylvia’s feet off the mat. A nasty uppercut ended the flurry, rocking her backwards. Becka jerked her out by one arm to deliver a short arm clothesline followed by a leg drop across her chest where she landed. As she got to a knee, she pummeled Sylvia with straight right hands to the face before getting back to her feet.
Melissa: That right there is one of the things Becka brings to the table in any match, power and brute force. Sylvia’s face is gonna get rearranged at this rate.
Dante: I think she may have pissed Becka off with all the biting before, because it’s clear that Becka would rather have Marla one on one.
She rose to a vertical base, and pulled Sylvia with her. She quickly hoisted her over one shoulder, and took off towards a neutral corner to deliver a snake eyes. Crowley’s head bounced against the turnbuckles, stumbling backwards into a waiting Becka who scooped her up for a spinning spinebuster on the canvas. Hate leaned forward hooking one leg for the cover as the referee dropped to make the count.
Dante: Becka’s running the show, and looking to make quick work of Sylvia right here!
ONE!!
TWOOOOOO!!!
Sylvia got her shoulder up in time, and Becka climbed back to her feet. Sylvia tried to get back to her feet as well, only to be grabbed around the waist for a gutwrench suplex
Melissa: It wasn’t enough to keep her down, but I don’t think Becka minds at all. She likes dealing out punishment, and that gutwrench suplex is proof, folks!
Hate pulled Sylvia up again, firing a few body shots with a repeated right hand into her abdomen. She fired her into the ropes, and caught her on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker before looking back to Marla with a smile. She asked her if she wanted in yet, to which the Chaos Champion held out her hand for a tag. The Hall of Famer shook her head for a moment, and pulled Sylvia back up. But Crowley was ready this time, catching the taller woman with a codebreaker by surprise. Hate staggered backwards into the ropes, and Sylvia rolled into her corner to make the tag. Marla stepped through, taking off towards Hate with a running clothesline that mowed her down.
Melissa: Becka was busy trying to incite Marla, and it got her in trouble! But if she wanted the Chaos Champion before, she’s got her now!
Dante: Of course, she does. Becka’s been competing against her demented wife for five minutes, and now the champion wants to compete.
As Hate began to get up, Marla bounced off the near side with an arched big boot to the head that put her right back down. The Chaos Champion circles around her like a bird of prey before delivering vicious stomps to her legs, arms, shoulders, body, and one final shot to her face. Hate struggles to get to her feet before Marla takes off towards the ropes, using a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown to plant her and then go for the cover!
Melissa: The TAMING OF THE SHREW into that gorgeous tilt-a-whirl! The champion’s got the cover.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR-NOOPE!!!
Becka got her shoulder up in time as Marla got back to her feet. She took off for the far side as Hate was getting up, and caught her with a corkscrew neckbreaker to put her back down yet again.
Dante: Marla’s discovering just how tough and resilient the woman who pioneered the division she currently is the champion of! Hate never goes down that easily.
Marla paced for a moment before dropping to her knees, and slash her thumb across her throat before biting into her fingers. The crowd came to their feet as she waited for Becka to get up. And as she waited, there was an interruption.
Dante: Looks like Marla’s ready to put this thing to be---wait a second.
“Going To Hell” by The Pretty Reckless hits the speakers, and the crowd is unanimous in their disapproval. Ignis walks out, cracking her knuckles as the live crowd is most decidedly unhappy to see her. She makes a beeline for the ring, and hops up onto the apron in Becka’s corner with her hand out. Marla and Sylvia stare blankly at her.
Melissa: IGNIS?! WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?!
Dante: I don’t know, but it looks to me like she’s here to be Becka’s partner! She ought to get a better watch, she’s a little late.
Marla stared at the “Firebird” briefly, which gave Becka a chance to get back to her feet. Before the champion could turn around, Becka grabbed her head into a reverse DDT. When she sat up and looked at Ignis in the corner, she looked confused and told her to leave. Hate rose back to her feet, putting the boots to Marla before grabbing her feet under both arms. She fell backwards, catapulting the champion over the turnbuckles where her head hit the ring post instead. The Chaos Champion collapsed on the turnbuckles briefly until Rebecka climbed up the corner with her. And with an impressive power display, Hate sent Marla flying with a release German suplex to the canvas. She immediately crawled towards her, and went for a cover as McGuire dropped to count.
Melissa: What a German suplex! Marla may be out cold!!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Marla got her shoulder up before the three, and Becka rose back to her feet. She went to grab Marla’s feet, but the champion used them like a piston to shove her backwards. Hate landed against the ropes near her corner before Ignis tagged herself into the match.
Dante: Marla’s head is a lot thicker than I thought, and now….well we haven’t seen Ignis in a SVW ring in quite a while. Looks like that’s about to change though!
Hate gave her a scowl, telling her again to leave before Ignis ignored her and took off towards the far side. She delivered her rolling thunder senton to Marla’s chest before nipping up to her feet with her arms out for adulation...which never came. She pulled Marla to her feet, and hooked her into position for an Unprettier, driving her face into the mat. The “Firebird” made the cover with a hook of the leg, while the referee accepted her as the partner and went to cunt the fall.
Dante: That’s old school for Ignis, called it the CANDY WRAPPER!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WHOOAA!!
As Marla was about to get her shoulder up anyway, Sylvia came in and dragged Ignis off the cover by her feet. The former “Firebird” got to her feet, and started throwing hands with Crowley. The two traded blows before Ignis bolted back to her corner to make the tag again to Becka.
Melissa: Here comes Hate back into the ring, Ignis doesn’t get paid by the hour, does she?! The referee’s trying to get Sylvia out still, she wants to fight!
Marla started back to her feet before Ignis told Becka to move. Hate did just that as Ignis launched a fireball seemingly from her chest into Marla’s face. The Chaos Champion clutched it as soon as it landed, and Hate spun her around into her psycho pumphandle slam! She immediately dropped for the cover as Ignis bolted around the ring, and jerked Sylvia out by her feet to the floor.
Dante: That’s called KALFU now!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
McGuire called for the bell to a chorus of boos before Ignis fired Sylvia into the ring post to get away from her. Hate had her hand raised as she got to her feet, while Marla was still rubbing her face.
John: Here are your winners…….REBECKA HATE…..and…..IGNIS!!!
Melissa: With the help of a fireball from a very unlikely source, Rebecka Hate just pinned the Chaos Champion! And something tells me that won’t be the end of it either!
Hate hopped down to the floor as Ignis raised both their hands, at least until Becka shoved her backwards with an angry expression on her face.
Dante: I don’t….I don’t think Becka knew Ignis was here, much less was going to be her tag partner.
Melissa: Ignis is treating it like she just won the tag titles, but regardless of that, they stole this match! But like you said, I doubt this is over! It seems to have only grown.
Becka leaves Ignis as she heads up the ramp towards the back with her arm raised, before the former “Firebird” follows after her. On that, we cut to a preview of tonight’s main event stillt o come later.
Samara Interrupted
Backstage we’re brought to see Cassandra Paxton, and next to her was none other than the Berkshire Brawler herself, Samara Steele.
Cassandra: Thank you for meeting with me Samara.
Samara: My pleasure luv.
Cassandra: So being the big night that it is I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, and a lot of matches you’re paying close attention to. But I have to ask, where’s your head at these days? Regarding Gary GIlray specifically. He seems to have formed a certain fascination with you, care to elaborate?
Samara took a deep breath and ran her hand through her long black hair.
Samara: Gilray is a man who knows how to push someone’s buttons. He does it like the act alone gives him strength. But I am not so easily pushed. Gilray is a con-artist, and I refused to be..
Sam stopped as she saw a figure pass by the end of the hallway, the cameras turning just in time to see the last tail of a long white coat. Gilray’s coat. Samara didn’t waste a second to race down the hallway.
Samara: Gilray you sonova...
Sam ran full tilt around the corner only to be sent flying into and through the nearby tables like a ragdoll. Stepping into view was Lena Velhurst, wearing Gilray’s coat. Gilray’s bodyguard, Lady Venom as she liked to be called, smiled over the groaning brit. Walking into frame on the opposite side was a very pleased Gilray. Gilray begins clapping quietly as he admires the surrounding damage of splintered wood and metal. He leans down in silence, a small smile on his face.
Gilray: I wish so... Dearly that I could take the credit for this, Samara... But this was all Lena’s idea. You have to hand it to the girl, she really... Gets it. Y’know? She really understands what it takes to really... Dig into the emotions of... Oh hold on.
Gilray rummages into his pocket and takes a photo of Samara laying in the wreckage, looking up weakly at him and Lena.
Gilray: I like to keep photos for posterity. Ehem... As I was saying. She really gets it. You’re not easily pushed huh? See I... I find that really had to believe. I think... I think that if Lena and I push just enough... Just enough Samara, that eventually you’re gonna crack. Maybe. Maybe just maybe you might even thank us later for pushing you back over the edge... Where you belong. Now, I think you should probably be paying us even for this service... But. Since you seem kind of stingy, even a little thankless... We’ll take our payment right here and now.
Gilray stands up before bringing his boot down on Samara’s head, just to make sure she stays down a few moments longer. With a merry whistle he begins rummaging inside of her jean pocket, drawing out a white hotel keycard. He flips it over, reading.
Gilray: Ooh, the W Atlanta. Someone’s got expensive tastes in their hotel room. Lena my dear, what do you say to us having a little nightcap at the W? I’m sure Samara won’t mind footing the bill if any of the sheets or furniture incur uh... Mmm. Damages.
Lena grinned and took Gilray’s arm in her’s and kisses his cheek, her foot resting on Sam’s throat for just a moment.
Lena: Sounds brilliant, LUV.
The powerhouse gives a mocking tone in a poor English accent before stepping off Sam and leaving down the hall with Gilray. Samara coughing and groaning in the wreckage of wood and metal.
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John: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Hair versus Mask match!!!!
Dante: This is a first for SVW, which is hard to say after all these years.
Melissa: No kidding. Someone’s losing a mask or their hair, and I’d be quite interested to see Lacey as a cueball.
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 unmasked Defy in a Chaos Tag Tournament match, a pretty despicable thing to do honestly. She’s got a lot coming, as far as I’m concerned.
Dante: What for? Taking off someone’s mask isn’t against the rules. That was brilliant, it won them the match!
“I was born depressed, and uh I end up in one big mess and trip around it...
Trip around it...I was born jaded, I lift one finger up to display it and trip around it...
Trip around it... Trip around it...Trip around it...”
The arena goes black as the low, droning lyrics of “Born Depressed” play while the crowd gets excited for the arrival of the luchadora. On the words “Born Different” white pyros explode at the top of the ramp as the video wall flashes various clips of Amelia pulling of aerial techniques.
“AH, AH! BORN DIFFERENT! BORN INNOCENT! BORN PERFECT!
I’M NOT LIKE YOU, I’M A BORN LOVER! BORN LIVID AND I KNOW I’M--
I’M NOT LIKE YOU, I WAS BORN CLEVER, BORN KNOWLEDGEABLE,
BORN BETTER THAN YOUR BEST! I SWEAR I’M A BORN KILLER... BORN THRILLER!”
John: From Chicago, Illinois... She weighs in tonight at 145 lbs... AMELIA REALM!!
Amelia Realm walks through the pyro smoke with her arms outstretched proudly. A second wave of bright fireworks go off behind her. She begins to walk towards the ring and high-fives all the fans she possibly can. She takes off a spare mask on her face to put it on the head of a child in the front row. She rolls into the ring and bounces up on and down, swinging her head to her theme as her purple hair flies about.
Melissa: Amelia’s doing this for her friend, and I hope she makes Lacey regret what she did! As I understand, we have a barber backstage ready to get to shaving that mane of Lacey’s.
Dante: I thought you were supposed to be unbiased, stop pushing your personal feelings into play by play. Just call the match, alright?
Roger Weatherby moved towards Lacey, wanting to check her for any foreign objects only for her to refuse to let him touch her as she claimed discrimination. Her manager backed her up from the apron - even as the referee tried to advise that he was going to check her opponent too… only for Realm to interrupt him as she charged across the ring and attempted to catch the red head right out of the gate with the Sword In The Stone running, leaping discus double axe handle. However, Lacey sidestepped the move, stepping behind Realm and attempted to apply a rear waistlock only to get cut off with a mule kick into her gut. Amelia spun around and instantly took her foe down to the mat with a spinning neckbreaker.
Dante: You can really tell how much Lacey has learned since joining up with Kyle. Her ring skills have multiplied incredibly!
Melissa: I won’t argue that, but a mule kick in the stomach is just as effective. You can ask her about it later if you want.
Quickly the masked woman kipped up to her feet and darted across the ring into the ropes and came back towards Lacey just as she got to her feet and delivered a dropkick to her shoulder blades that caused the red haired woman to fall forward, landing across the middle rope as she collapsed to her knees. The Regal Luchadora didn’t waste any time as she threw herself into a tiger feint kick that sent her falling back to the canvas. Lacey rolled away to her knees and tried to quickly get back to a vertical base yet as she did so, Amelia fired off a stiff roundhouse kick into the red haired wrestlers chest. Her arms moved to cover her chest in response only for Realm to quickly snap off two more kicks, this time aimed at her thighs before she grabbed hold of her wrist and jerked her forwards into a knee to the gut. The Woman from parts unknown bent double as the knee connected only for her masked opponent to lower her shoulder and yank her forward, lifting her up on her shoulders into a fireman’s carry that she transitioned into a bulldog.
Melissa: Lacey’s giving up a fair bit of experience to Amelia here, and it’s starting to show here.
Dante: Why on Earth do you keep singing her praises? She’s fighting for something that has nothing to do with her!
Lacey bounced on impact from the bulldog, holding her nose as she unsteadily pushed up to her feet, trying to make it there quickly only. As she stood up, Realm measured her up then launched herself forward, leaving her feet and straight into The End of Aegis. The jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick caught Lacey perfectly on the side of the head, the red head stumbled to the side trying to keep her legs underneath her before she collapsed to the mat. Realm quickly rolled her over and made the cover.
One…
Two…
Dante: Ha, smart move by Kyle! He can’t put his hands on Realm, but nothing says he can’t pull his client out when the need arises. He must have watched me back in my managing days. I miss those.
As Weatherby’s hand was coming down for the three count, Kyle managed to jerk Lacey out from underneath the luchadora and to the outside where he helped her stay on her feet. The official stared at the manager in disbelief, starting to read him the riot act only for the Aggression General manager to ignore his subordinate as he checked on Lacey. The referee shook his head in frustration as he told Amelia to keep her distance. The Chicago native nodded her head as she retreated to the far side of the ring and hunkered down watching her opponent hold her head and talk to her manager on the outside. As Weatherby’s count got to six, Realm appeared to get tired of waiting as she exploded forward, leaping over the top rope with a tope atomico that caught both the wrestler and her manager sending them down to the floor the hard way.
Melissa: Beautiful!! Lacey and Kyle both got all of the Regal Luchadora they ever wanted! Maybe that’ll keep him out of this match for a while!
Dante: She just hit the Aggression General Manager. How dumb is that?!
Amelia popped up to her feet, letting out a war cry to the crowd as she raised her hand in the air, getting a response from as the sold out arena got behind her. The masked woman pulled Lacey up to her feet using her red hair and shoved her back into the ring under the bottom rope. Lacey rolled away as Realm followed her into the ring and started to pull her up to her feet, looking to set her up for a brainbuster but before she could lift her upwards, Lacey pushed the Regal Luchadora away from her, giving the woman from Parts Unknown just enough space to lash out with the heel of her hand straight into Realm’s throat. The masked woman gasped for breath only to be scooped off her feet by Lacey who lifted her up and dropped her throat first across the top rope.
Dante: Look, Amelia’s choking for real as much as she tends to do in big matches! That was tremendous and poetic.
Melissa: It’s not over yet, you know?
Realm snapped back off the rope, coughing and gagging for air as she fell to her knees. Lacey didn’t give her opponent any time to recover, shoving her forward over the middle rope before she leaned on her back, forcing her throat against the plastic encased metal strand. Weatherby immediately called for the release, starting the five count on Lacey when it wasn’t forthcoming; the red haired woman kept her weight on her opponent’s back as one hand rubbed her head for a moment.
Dante: Careful, Lacey. Don’t get disqualified, that luxurious red hair needs to stay right where it is.
Lacey milked the count for every second she could before releasing at the last possible moment. Weatherby attempted to reprimand Lacey for her actions only to see the woman step out onto the apron, drop to the floor and grab hold of her foe by the back of her mask as she used her weight to again pull her throat down against the ring rope, causing Amelia to flail as she tried to draw breath. Again Weatherby used the count, Lacey again skirting with disqualification as she released her hold on the four count, holding her hands up in innocence for a moment.
Melissa: Lacey’s flirting with a disqualification again, and we got a barber backstage primed and ready to relieve her of that mop of hair!
But it was only a moment as she grabbed the Adrenaline division wrestler by the mask once more, telling her that soon this mask would be hers, following the promise with an open handed slap across her jaw. Amelia spun and fell away from the ropes to her hands and knees, one hand going to her cheek as Lacey slid back into the ring. The red headed wrestler held her head for a moment as she used the ring ropes to pull herself to her feet, gave her head a little shake before she advanced on her opponent, hooking her arm around her head as Realm got to her knees and pulled her up to her feet only to spike her head down into the mat with a snap DDT.
Dante: I just can’t imagine Lacey without hair. And you should be ashamed for cheering that to happen. Who cares if Realm loses her mask?! She’s probably ugly under there anyway.
Melissa: What an obnoxious thing to say! She agreed to the match, and I hope she gets what’s coming to her.
Lacey sat up after landing the move, taking a moment or two to adjust her ring gear only for Amelia to start to recover, pushing upwards onto all fours. Lacey took a deep breath as she got to her feet and looked over to Kyle who gave her instruction from the corner, his client nodding her head. She stepped over her foe, reached down and grabbed hold of her wrists, crossing them over as she pulled back on her arms, applying a straitjacket chinlock that she used to drag Realm into a sitting position where she pushed her knee into her spine while pulling back as far as possible on the submission hold. Weatherby dropped down in front of Realm and asked her if she wanted to quit only for the luchadora to refuse point blank. Lacey pushed up slightly but only so that she could drive her knee forward into her spine again. Still the Chicagoan refused to quit, despite struggling for breath in the straitjacket.
Dante: The great thing about this hold is it doesn’t matter if Realm wants to quit. She can pass out, and still have the same outcome.
A pleased look started to cross the face of the woman from Parts Unknown as she again stood up a little - but again, it was only so that she could drive a knee into her foes spine. Realm let out a cry of pain and kicked her feet against the mat before she seemed to grit her teeth underneath the mask as she started to push up to her feet. As she slowly got vertical, Lacey released her hold on one of her arms, spinning the Luchadora around to face her as she brought a foot up into her gut. Amelia doubled over and Lacey grabbed hold of her mask once more as she slammed her face first into the canvas with a sitout facebuster. Quickly she rolled the masked grappler onto her back and made the cover.
One…
Tw--
Melissa: Amelia’s trying to get her wind back, and still manages to kick out after that facebuster. That’s heart right there.
Realm kicked out as the two count was made, causing Lacey to pull her foe up to her feet and irish whipped her into the corner. Realm hit the pads hard and started to step forward, arching her back in slight pain only for her to get mow down with a clothesline from the red haired wrestler. Amelia sat up quickly but as she did so Lacey wrapped her legs around her head. The red haired woman tightened up the headscissors before she rolled them onto her front and began to smash Amelia’s masked head into the mat. She bounced her cranium off the canvas five times before she released the hold and rolled away to her feet. Realm started to push upwards as Lacey bounced off the ropes and caught her flush with with a running kneelift to the jaw. The blow saw the Luchadora come to her feet, turning her back to Lacey as she did so allowing the woman from Parts Unknown to hook her arms and deliver a dragon suplex, landing it and bridging it for the pinfall.
Dante: Oh my goodness, what a beautiful bridge!
One…
Two…
...THR-
Melissa: How it looks doesn’t matter, because Amelia was able to escape having her mask removed.
Realm kicked out on two and a half. Lacey glared at the referee as he showed her the two count before she came to her feet with saying a word to the official. The red haired woman pulled her opponent upwards and into position for a spiked piledriver. As she looked to lift her upwards, Amelia kicked her feet, making it as difficult as possible to deliver the move and was dropped down to her feet. Before Lacey could make another attempt at the move, Amelia countered with a back body drop. Lacey’s eyes went wide as she sat up holding her back before she rolled to her feet where Amelia delivered a roundhouse kick to the side of her head, Lacey getting her hands up at the final moment to take some of the sting out of the kick yet still staggered towards the corner. As the red haired viper found her footing the Chicago born high flyer caught her with a dropkick to the chest that sent her falling backwards against the pads. Almost immediately Lacey tried to step out of the corner only to for Amelia to leave her feet, wrap her legs around her head and snap off a hurricanrana, hooking both of her foes legs as she landed and held it for the pinfall as Lacey wiggled and kicked her legs trying to get free.
One…
Two…
...T-
Melissa: Near fall for Amelia right there, and luckily for Lacey, landing on her head won’t hurt her personality at all.
Dante: You’re just jealous. You wish your girlfriend looked like that, it’s alright. I understand.
Lacey’s struggles paid dividends as she managed to kick out just before the three count, unbalancing Realm and sending her falling forward into the canvas. Quickly the pair got back to their feet facing each other and before Lacey could move she caught a back flip kick with her jaw. The red head held her jaw and once more tried to step towards the middle of the ring… where she was caught by the wrist and sent across towards the opposite corner. As she hit, Amelia charged in behind her catching her with a corner splash that she followed by stepping up onto the middle rope and delivering an enzugiri to the side of her head. Lacey’s legs immediately turned to jelly, the woman stepping forward towards the middle of the ring very unsteadily, struggling to keep her balance. Realm called for her to turn around, begging her to face her… and Lacey did so, Amelia’s foot flashed out a savate kick to her opponents jaw. The red headed wrestler fell straight backwards like a tree hacked down by a lumberjack.
Melissa: Timber!!! I guess you could say Lacey was like a giant redwood coming down right there, huh?
Dante: A thousand comedians out of work, and I have to ist here with you….
Realm headed towards the corner and climbed to the top rope where she measured Lacey up before taking flight twisting her body around into a corkscrew moonsault. As she came down, Lacey rolled towards the corner and began to pull herself upwards; Amelia adjusted in midair and landed on her feet. Realm got her balance and as Lacey turned to face her, she fired off a stiff kick into her midsection. A second and a third followed it before she jerked the red head out of the corner and delivered a sit out jawbreaker. Lacey landed on her back as Amelia nipped back to her feet, spun around and jumped onto the middle rope into a springboard moonsault that connected perfectly as she made the cover, hooking her leg as she did so.
One…
Two…
...TH-
Dante: Nice try, Amelia. No dice. You know the reason most of these people like to wear masks is because they don’t want people to see their face.
Melissa: I wouldn’t be upset if you decided to wear one!
Lacey kicked out of the pinfall on two and a half, Weatherby confirmed the count as the Regal Luchadora rolled away and to her feet. The Chicago native called for the crowd to get loud behind her as she measured up Lacey before she set off across the ring and caught her nemesis with a running cross chop, driving her hands into both sides of her neck. Lacey staggered backwards only to get a high knee into her stomach from Amelia which enabled the masked woman to hook an arm around her head, dragging her back towards the center of the ring before she jerked upright and dropped her down on the top of her head with a brainbuster. Instinctively the woman from Parts Unknown rolled to the side and onto her front slowly trying to push herself upright. Realm had a laser eyed focus on her opponent as she was already on her feet and the Luchadora took off across the ring. She rebounded off the ropes and came sprinting back towards the rising woman only to leave her feet and catch her across the back of the neck with the Cry For Justice rolling wheel kick that sent her face first back into the mat. Amelia quickly took off across the ring and delivered a baseball slide into her opponent’s side; the impact rolling her onto her back and the Luchadora floated over quickly to make the cover, once more hooking the leg as she did so.
Melissa: Amelia’s three seconds from all of us getting to see Lacey’s head shaved!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Dante: That was wishful thinking on your and her part right there.
Lacey rolled her shoulder to break up the pinfall and Weatherby showed the two count to the masked woman as she rose to her feet, pulling her opponent upwards with her and sent her in for the ride. As Lacey hit the ring ropes, Realm was there to meet her as she delivered the Sword In The Stone discus axe handle to the top of Lacey’s head. The woman from Parts Unknown dropped to the mat and Realm headed towards the corner, climbing to the top where she paused for a moment to get her balance. The masked woman offered up a prayer before she launched herself from the top rope and into the Helmbreaker...only for Kyle to pull Lacey out of harm’s way; Realm landed hard on the canvas on her ass. Weatherby once more read Kyle the riot act, ordering him to stay out of the match, the official getting a glare from the General Manager.
Dante: Who does this referee think he is? That’s his boss in the ring up there, you don’t tell your boss what to do!
Melissa: Wrong. He works for SVW, not Kyle!
Amelia started to slowly rise to her feet as Lacey was pulling herself upright by the ring ropes. The Chicago native retreated back away from her foe before she came forward once again, this time with a handspring as she looked to deliver the Regalia DDT only for Lacey to grab hold of the top rope and shove her away. Amelia spun around and as she did so, Lacey caught her with a European uppercut, followed by another before she grabbed hold of the back of her foes head and slammed her face first into the top turnbuckle. She did it again and again and again with increasing venom until Amelia dropped to her knees. And then she bounced her head repeatedly into the middle turnbuckle before Lacey dropped to her knees and finished it off by bouncing her face off the bottom turnbuckle.
Dante: Amelia’s gonna know all the turnbuckles in that corner better than anyone else in SVW at this rate. At least it won’t hurt her looks any.
Lacey once more used the ring ropes to push herself up to her feet, not bothering to straighten up as she stepped backwards and grabbed hold of her opponent by the foot, pulling her out of the corner. As Amelia pushed up to all fours, Lacey curb stomped her face first into the canvas. The red head rolled the masked woman onto her back and dropped to her knees to make the cover.
Dante: Attagirl, Lacey! Stomp that head like a Goomba!
One…
Two…
...THR-
Melissa: Look how hard Amelia is fighting here, not just for herself but her friend who we haven’t seen since he was unmasked!
Realm’s shoulder came up off the canvas before the three count could be completed and Lacey floated over into the mount position where she started to bounce the back of Realm’s head off the canvas. Weatherby used the five count and saw the red haired woman roll away on four, jerking roughly at Amelia’s mask as she brought her up to her feet once more, telling the Luchadora that it would soon be hers as Realm struggled to keep the mask over her face. Lacey pulled Realm towards the middle of the ring where she brought her into a standing headscissors, delivering a spiked piledriver. As Realm collapsed to the mat, Lacey made the cover again, hooking her leg this time.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Melissa: A vicious piledriver, and I don’t know how but Amelia found a way to get her shoulder up!
Realm popped her shoulder up at the last moment and Lacey stared a hole through Weatherby, demanding that was a three count. Yet the referee stayed the course, confirming the two count and the shoulder came up before three. Lacey shook her head as she backed away from the official to the ropes. The vixen waved the masked woman upwards, watching as Amelia made it to all fours and started to straighten up to her knees before she dropped back to the ropes and fired herself forward. As she got close to her opponent she brought her boot up for the Kneel Before Me only for Realm to telegraph it as she swayed backwards out of the way. Lacey spun back towards her opponent who wrapped her arms around her waist, lifted her up into the air and drove her down into the canvas with a spinebuster. As they landed on the mat, Amelia launched herself forward into a jackknife pin attempt.
Melissa: Big time spinebuster and there’s the jackknife! Lacey can kiss her hair goodbye!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dante: Oh my God, that was too close! I don’t want to live in a world where Lacey doesn’t have the joy of her hair!
At the very last heartbeat, Lacey popped her shoulder up from the canvas, sending Realm off to the side. Anger flashed across the red head’s face as she scrambled to her feet, beating Realm to a vertical base as she grabbed hold of her head, delivering a single knee facebreaker to the masked woman. Realm staggered backwards only to be stopped in her tracks by Lacey who yanked her back towards her by the wrist and slammed her into the canvas with the Throe Of Passion swinging reverse STO. Lacey took a couple of moments giving Amelia a swift, gentle kiss on the lips before she made the cover, hooking both legs.
Dante: THROE OF PASSION!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Melissa: DAMN IT!
Amelia kicked out a few moments too late as Weatherby called for the bell. Kyle rolled into the ring and helped Lacey to her feet as both he and the official raised her hands in the air.
John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall…. LACEY!!!!
Dante: Don’t worry, everyone. Tomorrow will not be a national day of mourning! Lacey will keep those beautiful locks after all!
Kyle raised Lacey’s hand in the air once more as she began to celebrate, getting booed loudly by the crowd before she turned her attention to Realm who had made it to her knees. Amelia held her head as Lacey approached her and told her to hand over the mask. When Realm didn’t respond, Lacey slapped the taste out of her mouth, causing her to rock back on her haunches before she demanded the mask once more. Amelia rocked forward, holding onto the bottom of the mask for the moment, giving a small shake of her head...that only caused Lacey to grin and demand it once more.
Melissa: This is hard to watch, and no one in this arena wants to see Amelia get unmasked tonight.
Dante: Speak for yourself!
With great reluctance, Amelia slowly peeled off the mask, hanging her head so that her hair obscured her face as she held it out to Lacey. The red haired wrestler snatched it from her and immediately headed towards the corner to hold it aloft and celebrate her victory while Realm rolled out underneath the bottom rope and began to retreat up the ramp. As she got half way up the ramp, Amelia ran her hand through her hair, pulling it away as she raised her head - the boos turning to rampant cheers.
Dante: WHAT?! WAIT, THAT’S NOT RIGHT!!
Melissa: That’s absolutely right! Amelia had another mask underneath, and Lacey nor her manager are happy about it!
Lacey turned towards the ramp as she heard the crowd turned and her eyes went wild as she stared at Realm who had revealed a second mask underneath the first. Realm gave her a little wave before she blew a kiss towards Lacey in the ring. The red haired woman threw the mask down to the canvas, looking as though she was about to explode as she stormed towards the ring ropes, Kyle trying to calm her down as the crowd cheered the Regal Luchadora once more before the show cut elsewhere.
After the quick commercial for the merchandise site, we head back to the ring and find John Youle already standing by.
John: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SVW Tag Team Championship! And it will be contested under tornado tag rules for the champions only!
Melissa: Yeah, because that’s totally fair. Shaw and Charlotte are enough trouble on their own in a tag team, but when they can double team you the whole time, that makes it nearly impossible.
Dante: It’s all in how you look at it, Melissa. Arisu and Fuma have the choice of pinning either half of the team, whereas Shaw and Charlotte can only pin the legal person. You could say that’s a handicap for the champions.
Trivium’s “The Sin and the Sentence” slowly builds over the speakers, dimming the lights and building a thick layer of dry ice on the stage. Suddenly, the song bursts into life, and from the smoke we see two figures emerge from the back. As it clears, we lay eyes on Keiji and Arisu Mitsuhide, which brings cheers from the crowd. Keiji takes a shallow bow to the ring in front of them, and as he does, a clap of red pyro goes off behind them. Once he straightens himself, the pair begin their walk down the ramp.
John: On their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 367 pounds, please welcome Keiji Mitsuhide and Arisu Mitsuhide, RONIN!
You better practice your linest
You better practice your words
I know that real monsters lie
Between the light and the shade
It doesn't matter what you say or feel
When honest men become deranged
They'll genuflect to a lie
Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Keiji pulls himself onto the apron while his wife takes the stairs, meeting him in the middle, where he holds the ropes open for her to step through. He joins her in the ring, where they then head to opposing corners. Ascending the turnbuckles, they look out at the crowd before jumping down and meeting in their corner, discussing strategy as the music fades out.
Melissa: Ever since leaving the Worthy, the fans have been warming up more and more to Ronin. And given the opposition, I’m pretty sure they will have the lion’s share of the support tonight.
Dante: I never try to bet against the One Woman Show. They’ve had the tag titles since Climax last year, and always seem to pull through when the gold is on the line.
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.
Maggie: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome, at a combined weight of 299lbs accompanied to the ring by their manager, Kyle Kilmeade, the team of Charlotte Harker and Shaughnessy O’Neill, the reigning and defending SVW Tag Team Champions….ONE WOMAN SHOW!!!
As the spotlight hits the middle of the stage, we find Charlotte and Shaw stood next to each other; Shaw in possession of both title belts - one around her waist and one over her shoulder. Though only for a moment as Shaw extends her arms off to the side, and handed her partner her title belt before she stepped to the side, sharing the spotlight and Charlotte held the title over her head. Charlotte dropped it to her shoulder and the pair began to move towards the ring. O’Neill took the lead, Harker, following her closely, as Shaw told the crowd they were looking at record breaking Tag Team Champions; that no one could dethrone them in a fair fight. As Kyle smirked at Shaw’s self promotion; O’Neill meanwhile, stayed focused on the ring, her hand gripping the title as though she had a death grip upon it. As they reached the ring, Harker climbed onto the ring apron and through the ropes as O’Neill rolled into the ring and kipped up to her feet, Harker stepped into the corner as her partner took center stage, revelling in the boos of the crowd. Finally Shaughnessy moved to her team’s corner and started talking to Charlotte regarding their strategy for the match to come, bumping fists as they come to agreement. Reluctantly the girls give up the title belts to the referee; Charlotte ordering him to make sure they’re well looked after.
Melissa: Like you say, they have held those tag titles for some time now, but I have to believe that Arisu and Fuma can do it…..even if the stack is stupidly stacked against them.
Dante: It’s all in perception, Melissa. See, you choose to believe that the challengers are being handicapped. I choose to believe that it’s the champions.
Referee Billy Phelps raises the SVW Tag Team titles into the air before handing them off to John as he exits the ring. Shaw and Charlotte look at each other with a grin as Fuma and Arisu shake their heads at one another. Fuma chooses to start as the bell sounds, causing Shaw and Charlotte to immediately go right after him. He ducks under their grasp, and pops up behind them. As soon as they turn around, he begins throwing lefts and rights at the same time, aiming for both jaws as he wobbles the girls. A series of hard kick to the body also land before a split-legged kick to both of their midsections doubles them over. Fuma barrels towards the ropes, and comes back with a double running bulldog on the rebound to a pop from the crowd.
Melissa: How about that!? Maybe they can do it! Fuma’s nailing anything that moves, and he just took both of the Show down right there!
Dante: Yeah, let’s see if he can keep it up though. Sure, he’s started off fast but there’s gonna come a point where it catches up to him. Luck always runs out, Melissa.
As both women start to get up, Fuma pulls Shaw up and fires her into the far corner. He follows her in with a stinger splash before climbing up and raising his fist to deliver ten blows to the side of Shaw’s head. The crowd counts them off before he hops down, and takes off towards the ropes. Shaw stumbles out as Fuma leaves his feet with a hesitation dropkick that drops her where she stands. He was about to drop for a quick cover before Charlotte scooped him around the waist, and sent him flying with a release German suplex. The cheers turned to boos as Harker got back to her feet, jerking Fuma up as well before she dropped him across her knee with a gutbuster.
Dante: That’s what I was talking about, Melissa. Fuma is only one person in there, and he gave Charlotte a little too long early in the match. Look what’s happening now.
Melissa: Charlotte Harker is a deceptively strong woman, evidenced by the fact she just hoisted Fuma up for that gutbuster!
Clasping her hands together, Charlotte began pounding the back of Fuma repeatedly each time he tried to get up. Six in a row connected before she pulled him back to his feet, and fired a kidney punch into his lower back. Harker applied a full nelson, as Shaw measured and delivered straight right hands to his jaw. She followed it up with a slap before Charlotte shoved him towards her, to which she responded with a codebreaker and into a cover. Harker stood guard, and kept an eye on Arisu as Phelps dropped to count.
Dante: This is very likely to be one of the shortest tag title defenses in SVW history, Melissa!
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
TH-NOPE!!!
Fuma kicked out in time, and Shaw got back to her feet. She and Charlotte pulled him to his feet, and took turns firing chops across his chest. They sent him across to the far side, and caught him on the rebound with a flapjack.
Melissa: There is nothing fair about this at all. It’s difficult enough to overcome the One Woman Show as a team, much less having to do it two on one.
Dante: He can tag out anytime he wants, Melissa. Quit making excuses.
Charlotte pulled him back to his feet, and sent him hard into the far corner. Fuma struck back first and stumbled out before Shaw caught him with a running neckbreaker to put him down on the mat. The tag champions looked quite pleased before they looked over to Arisu, picking up Fuma’s limp hand and waving at her with it. Arisu only returned a cold stare as Charlotte picked up her husband again. She fired him towards Shaw, who scooped him up enough to fall backwards with a stun gun across the top rope. Fuma hit the mat, gasping for air as Shaw made another cover with Charlotte standing guard.
Dante: If he was smart, he’d just stay down here. He’s getting pummeled, and has nothing to show for it.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR-NOPE!!
Again, Fuma got his shoulder up in time. Shaw rolled her eyes as she got back to her feet, while Charlotte leaned against the ropes. The brunette pulled him into a front facelock only for a second before Fuma broke free, grabbed her head, and rocked her with a jawbreaker.
Melissa: There you go, Fuma! Shaw getting her molars cracked right there, but here comes Charlotte!
Shaw stumbled backwards holding her mouth as Charlotte went to get him. But Fuma caught her coming in with a spinning backfist to the mouth. Harker staggered a bit as he used the middle rope for a springboard into a tornado DDT on Harker! He hooked the outside leg for the cover as Phelps slid into position.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!
Charlotte got her shoulder up before Fuma rolled off the cover. He gave her a double stomp when she started to sit up, and turned around to go after Shaw. The brunette had her bearings again before he charged her with a running Superman punch that put her down. His wife shouted for him to tag her in, which he did. As Shaw got back to her feet, both of them connected with roundhouse kicks to her head: one in front and one in back. Arisu immediately went for a cover as her husband left to the corner.
Melissa: Shaw’s gotta be out cold! They’re gonna do it!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WHOOOAAAAA!!!
The pin was broken up as a knee drop from Charlotte caught Arisu on the back of her head. She pulled her up off the cover, and hammered forearms across her back. Charlotte scooped her up for a running powerslam, but Arisu slipped out the back and caught her with a lungblower as a counter.
Dante: If I’m Arisu, I’m gonna do everything in my power to keep both of these women down. I’d also suggest quick tags back and forth, and taking full advantage of the count before you have to leave after a tag.
Arisu got back to her feet, leaving them again for a double knee drop into Charlotte’s body. Harker sat up clutching her ribs before she caught a shining wizard to the back of her head that put her down again. The Japanese beauty headed for the corner, hopping up onto the second turnbuckle from the inside. As Charlotte got to her hands and knees, Arisu came off with a curb stomp to the back of her head that brought the crowd to life. She quickly rolled Charlotte over, and hooked the leg for the cover!
Dante: Shaw’s still loopy from those dual roundhouse kicks, and Arisu may actually be about to win the tag titles right here!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!!
Charlotte got her leg across the bottom rope before the three came down. Arisu looked up at it with an annoyed expression before she got back to her feet. She doubled back to her team’s corner, and tagged in her husband. Fuma headed up top, and went for a moonsault onto Shaw, who was still on the canvas. It connected perfectly before he got to his feet, and tagged his wife in again.
Melissa: I think they’re taking your advice, Dante. Look at those quick tags by the challengers while they have both halves of the Show down!
Fuma pulls Shaw up into a full nelson before Arisu unloads with a flurry of punches to her face. And as soon as she finishes, Fuma connects with a dragon suplex. Arisu dove on top of her for the cover as her husband went back out to the apron.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!
The cover never finishes as Charlotte pulls Arisu to her feet into a full nelson of her own. She struggles to get free before Harker follows it up with a full nelson slam. Charlotte dragged her thumb across her neck as she pulled Arisu up into position for her side slam backbreaker.
Dante: I think the party’s about over though, Melissa! Charlotte’s got a Crucifix in mind right here, and Arisu won’t get up from it!
Melissa: She won’t have to….look up there!!
Before Charlotte could pick her up, a missile dropkick off the top rope caught her in the chest. It toppled her backwards to the mat. As the referee went to get Fuma out of the ring, Shaw caught Arisu with a low blow as she went to make the cover. The Japanese beauty crumbled to her knees as Shaw finally got back to her feet. She planted her head between her legs, and snapped off her flip piledriver and immediately made a cover.
Dante: O’NEILL’S OBLIVION!! The tag titles aren’t going anywhere!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WAIT!!
Fuma dove back into the ring with a diving headbutt into Shaw’s back, causing her to roll off the cover before the referee could finish counting. He tried to shake his wife a bit to get her moving again before Charlotte sat up with an angry expression on her face. Arisu finally began to move, and pointed behind her husband as Charlotte approached.
Melissa: Arisu may not have a clue where she is, but Charlotte is an unmistakable sight!!
As Charlotte advanced, she grabbed Fuma by the throat before a red mist erupted from his mouth. It blinded the powerhouse as Fuma grabbed here from behind for his Dragon’s Teeth suplex, and Arisu finally made it to her feet. She nailed her with a spinning backfist before Fuma snapped off his hold! He quickly made the cover!!
Melissa: DRAGON’S DEN!
ONE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Shaw went to stop it, only for Arisu to spear her to the canvas as the referee’s hand dropped for a…
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Dante: I don’t believe it! I just don’t believe it!!
Phelps called for the bell as Fuma made it back to his feet. The crowd made quite a bit of noise as he helped Arisu to her feet, and they were handed the SVW Tag Titles! Kyle hopped up onto the apron, yelling at the referee that Fuma wasn’t legal.
John: The winners of this match…..AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW SVW Tag Team Champions…………….RONIN!!
Dante: Wait, Kyle’s right! Arisu was the legal member of the team! This shouldn’t be happening!
Melissa: The referee’s decision is final, and we have new tag team champions! Ronin FINALLY captured the gold here at Fearless against nearly insurmountable odds!!
The couple embraced, and raised their new tag titles into the air with a bright smile on both their faces. Kyle checked on his clients, and went back to reading the referee the riot act for counting the fall.
Melissa: Kyle may not be happy about it, but he’ll have to get over it! Ronin, after years of struggling, have finally reached the mountaintop of SVW’s tag division!
Dante: Oh, there’s a lot he can do about it. And I’m sure that’s a likely possibility. They better enjoy it while it lasts.
Fuma and Arisu head to the outside, raising their new titles overhead as they walked up the ramp to quite a positive response from the crowd. On that, we head to a commercial for the Midas Touch Battle Royal at Extreme Prejudice.
Double Vision
The show heads to the backstage area, where we find the Adrenaline Champion surrounded by two brunettes who are obviously twins. All three are joined by Benjamin Brown with a microphone.
Ben: I’m being joined by a new tag team just recently signed to SVW, Stacy Anne and Casey Lynn Wood. Welcome to Fearless, ladies.
Stacy: Thank you Ben, we're glad to be here.
Stacy flashes a bright smile and winks at the camera.
Casey: We are excited for this opportunity, this is our chance to show what we are made of.
Casey smiles.
Ben: Tell the fans about yourselves, and what they can expect from you in SVW.
Casey: We are use to getting whatever we want, and we want some gold around our waists, it won't be long before it happens, the fans can expect it to happen.
Stacy: Yes, right here.
Stacy motions a belt around her waist
Ben: Christian, I take it you will be managing these two?
Christian: Absolutely. A little under a year ago, these two girls came to me wanting to become wrestlers. I have a long history of success both being part of teams and managing them, so I was happy to take them on. Believe me when I tell you, they are ready for what’s ahead.
Stacy: With our natural talent and his training skills, we're ready for anything they throw at us.
Casey: We are determined to make our mark and with Christain’s training we will.
Ben: Ladies, what made you decide to hire Christian as your manager after he trained you?
Casey: It was a natural choice, he's the best and we always want the best.
Stacy: As a matter of fact, we only want the best.
Ben: Do we know what brand they have been assigned to, Christian?
Christian: Yes, they will be coming to Uprising on Sunday nights. And of the two, I think they got the better end of the deal.
Ben: Thank you all for joining me.
Christian nodded his head as he and the twins headed off, and the show cut elsewhere.
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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.
John: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from London, England and weighing 137lbs, this is HARMONY!
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.
Melissa: Lots of history in this match, involving... quite a lot of people. Harmony stopped Cyclone when he was about to cash in a Midas Touch contract that did NOT belong to him, and... In response? Cyclone gifted Mikaela Demidov a win in a Steel Cage match by smashing a steel chair into Harmony's head.
Dante: So it's safe to say there's no love loss between these two. Harmony is one of the classiest wrestlers I've ever seen, but I expet nothing but unabashed fury from her tonight.
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: And her opponent, 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.
Melissa: So we can throw away this concept of two Englishfolks getting down and dirty in the ring: it's all about an unresolved issue that began when Cyclone took claim of Stephanie Stefano's briefcase.
Dante: I guess you make Harmony's point for her here, Mel. It was not his, he had no right trying to cash it in. Although if you ask Cyclone, it's all a big conspiracy to get him.
Harmony and Cyclone exchange words (and quite passionately so) in the center of the ring, as if they're solving their differences right there and then... Of course, that is, until David swings his arm and strikes Harmony with a jab to the face. His shit-eating smirk tells the story of how proud he feels about that... And it goes away as fast as it came, becuase Harmony answers that with a sound slap to the face that!
Melissa: OH! Well, there's sure the vitriol between these two. Cyclone thinks he can be superior to him, but there's no way you'll look anything less of a chump when you're slapped like that.
Dante: If there was any doubt that this was a personal issue between these two... Well, it most certainly is now.
Cyclone growls at Harmony and complains ("YOU JUST SLAPPED MY FACE!") before -- wouldn't you know it -- Harmony delivers a SECOND one, now to the other cheek! The now incensed Cyclone answers that with a kick to Harmony's stomach, folding the fellow Brit over. He then puts Harmony in a headlock, but Harmony quickly responds with kidney punches, undermining Cyc's grasp. Cyclone eventually lets go, folding over a bit, allowing Harmony to get up and grab him by the arm, whipping him across the ring. Cyclone builds up his momentum and comes back acting first, striking Harmony with a shoulder tackle. Harmony staggers backwards for a bit but eventually plants her feet down and doesn't collapse. Cyclone brushes his shoulder and dashes to the ropes, and as he comes back it's Harmony who tucks her shoulder in and strikes him with a shoulder block.
Dante: Shoulder for shoulder and this is the ultimate stalemate.
Melissa: It's almost like they're just trying to show off one another. Less like a match and more like an "I'm better than you" contest.
Dante: But aren't all wrestling matches just that?
Melissa: Well... Yeah but... You get my point.
Cyclone retreats a little as Harmony mockingly brushes her shoulder as well, shaking her head at Cyclone, before she dashes at him with her arm out for a clothesline, which he ducks under. Cyclone then dashes all the way to the ropes behind Harm, as she turns around to see what he's up to. When he comes for her, she braces for impact and sends him over her body with a hip toss... NO! Cyclone rolls and gets right back up! Harmony pops back to her feet and Cyclone dashes forth with HIS arm out for a lariat... And she ducks under that before she throws a blind roundhouse kick that Cyclone barely avoids! They then dash to the ropes behind them, come back to the center of the ring and strike one another with a double clothesline, with neither wrestler collapsing to the mat! The stalemate brings the audience to clap and cheer for them!
Melissa: Two people who just want to prove they're better than the other, and we're at a stalemate! And I gotta admit, that was a nice display of athleticism.
Dante: But that alone won't resolve their issues. It's about to get really dirty... At any moment now.
Harmony and Cyclone once again start trading words, even going forehead on forehead, before Cyclone throws the first European uppercut. Harmony staggers to the ropes, and Cyclone sees his chance to send Harmony out of the ring where the fun is plenty... but as he dashes in to catch Harmony with a lariat, the British Vixen ducks and Cyclone hits his chest on the ropes, being shot backwards. He adjusts himself, but ends up being easy pray for Harmony's belly-to-belly suplex. Cyclone then gets up a bit weirded out, only for Harmony to bring him down with a second suplex, this time a dragon suplex, before she makes the cover.
ONE!
NO! David pushes Harmony away with authority!
Harmony stands up, watching as Cyclone does the same. Without missing the beat, Harmony grabs him by the head... just as he grabs her by the waist and throws himself back with a Saito suplex. And then just like that, he makes a cover as well!
ONE!
NO!!! Harmony powers out with authority!
Cyclone stands, shaking his head as he beckons for Harmony to get up. When she does, he starts connecting with a series of elbow shots to her skull before he pulls her in for a body slam. He's feeling like a million bucks right now as he parades around the fallen opponent and, as she gets up, he lifts her chin, "encouraging" her to get up, only for Harmony to palm strike him away. Cyclone seems to run short of breath for a split second as he staggers back, before it's Harmony who starts throwing elbows and kicks to Cyclone's upper body, trapping him on the corner. Cyc seems to be dazed for a second before Harmony dashes to the ropes behind her, builds up some momentum and then catches Cyclone with a Yakuza kick... NOPE! Cyclone dodges the hell out of the way and Harmony hits nothing but ropes! As she's shot backwards, she takes a backflip to bring herself back to her feet, just as Cyclone dashes towards her and smacks his arm into her face with a rather malicious lariat. Harmony collapses and makes her way to the corner to help herself up using the ropes as leverage, but Cyclone doesn't miss the beat as he walks up to Harmony, wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into a German suplex, slamming her into the mat right before he transitions that into a dragon sleeper!
Melissa: OH!! Nice combination by Cyclone, Harmony is in a precarious situation in that dragon sleeper, and Cyclone is milking it as he pleases!
Dante: It's as much about putting pressure on her neck as it is about annoying her! And... Goodness me, it seems to be working!
David keeps yanking on Harmony's neck and celebrating his own greatness alone, but every time he yanks on her neck, he gives her a little bit of space to readjust her legs. And she does so by bringing herself to her knees, buying herself just enough space to bring him into a stunner that sends him reeling backwards. He shakes his head as she gets up to her feet and recomposes; and then he dashes towards her, trying to catch her with a cross body block... NOPE! Harmony rolls out of harm's way and Cyclone crashes into nothing but mat. Harmony gets up and so does Cyclone; but she's just faster enough to surprise him by grabbing him by the arm and pulling him closer, slamming him down into the mat with an Olympic slam. After that, she makes a cover!
Melissa: NICE slam by Harmony, and the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!! Cyclone powers out!
Harmony gets up, grabbing Cyclone by the head as she does. She then runs towards the center of the ring for a running bulldog... but Cyclone reverses by lifting her off her feet using her own momentum as she jumps, connecting with a belly to back suplex, knocking Harmony dead center of the ring. Harmony rolls over to get some leverage to get back up, but Cyclone insists on the submissions, now locking her in a camel clutch. Harmony struggles on the mat trying to break free, as Mr. Main Event himself holds her tight exactly where he wants, talking smack at her all the way.
Melissa: Another submission by David Cyclone, this time a camel clutch. Clearly he has a target on her neck.
Dante: And if it works, better for him. In part, though, I wonder if he's doing that for the sake of saying he was the one who shut her up or something. Because... Twisted neck.
Eventually, Harmony realizes she can tilt her way closer to the ropes... And that's exactly what she does, as she slowly tilts her body and forces Cyclone to go adjusting his position as she does. And lo, she manages to put her foot under the bottom rope, and the referee has to enforce the rope break... which, of course, Cyclone doesn't give a care in the world to. The ref does a full count of 5 before Cyclone lets go of the camel clutch, finally; and it's enough to sap much of Harmony's energy as she's now coughing on the mat. David positions himself behind Harmony as she begins to rise, and then pulls Harmony up in a front headlock, shaking his head as he prepares to spike her into the mat... But nope! Harmony reacts with more punches to his kidney! The proud Cyclone doesn't let go at first, but eventually gets punched in a sweet spot and is forced to, before Harmony leaps, grabs his head and bring him down with a solid STO! Harmony gets up, standing next to Cyclone, flat on his stomach. Flipping him over, Harmony smirks and lifts one of his legs, preparing to put him in the figure-4...
Melissa: O-oh! Here it comes! The Fermat--
And as Cyclone realizes this, he starts flailing mad, striking Harmony's lower body with kick after kick after kick, and a good kick to the knee cap takes all of Harmony's balance off a she lets out a scream of pain before she lets go of his outside leg. Cyclone gets up and looks around, as Harmony powers back to her feet. He quickly grabs Harmony's neck and applies brings her down to the mat with the spiked DDT he planned to do before. With Harmony down, he talks a bit more smack ("You shouldn't've done that!") before he makes his way to the ring apron, and then up on the top rope, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Dante: Spoken too soon, Melissa! Cyclone is going top rope, and it may be time for the Deathplant!
With Harmony on her back on the mat, Cyclone leaps for his frog splash... but he lands ON HARMONY'S RAISED KNEES! Both wrestlers let out a LOUD scream of pain -- Harmony because of the already wasted knee, and Cyclone because... Well, that's not a landing anyone wants to experience -- and neither get up, forcing the referee to start a 10-count!
Melissa: OH MY GOD, HE LANDED ON HER KNEES! HE LANDED ON HER KNEES! THAT WAS THE WORST POSSIBLE OUTCOME OF THAT!!!
Dante: Gives her enough time to recover, but her left knee was already a bit banged up, and now... I think the both of them are in a bad situation right now, question is WHO!
At a count of 6, Harmony has her knees on the mat, which ends the count. She slowly gets up, albeit limping a little bit, as Cyclone trails. Harmony hobbles a bit up to him and grabs him from behind in a full Nelson... but Cyclone grabs Harmony's head and reverses by connecting with a jawbreaker! Harmony lets go as she staggers backwards, and Cyclone makes a beeline to her, executing a variant of his signature move where he doesn't laces his fingers with Harmony, but still rushes up her body and brings her down with a hurricanrana! Harmony is sent flying across the ring and STILL GETS UP after that, which leads Cyclone to run up to her... Only for her to punk him at the last possible moment and then whirl around him, eventually putting him in an octopus lock!
Dante: BEAUTIFUL!!!
Melissa: SHE'S NOT QUICK, SHE'S SUDDEN!!! OCTOPUS LOCK BY HARMONY AND CYCLONE HAS NOWHERE TO GO!!!
The referee jumps in to ask Cyclone if he gives in, but gets a resounding no as he tries to reach for the ropes with his leg, seeing as they're relatively close to the corner... And as he eventually does, Harmony immediately complies, even if she's thoroughly annoyed, to the rope break. Leaning on the ropes, she takes a short breather while Cyclone crawls away from her and uses the same ropes to help himself up. When he does, Harmony backtracks and hits the ropes behind her, building up momentum as she catches Cyclone's head with a Yakuza kick -- the one she missed earlier, but this time, right on target. Cyclone collapses and bumps into the bottom rope, rolling back towards the center of the ring, allowing Harmony to grab him by the neck, lift him to his feet and wrap her arms with his, rolling him around and putting him in the Gory Bomb position... only for Cyclone to plant his feet down and lift Harmony up, slamming her into the mat with a crucifix powerbomb!
Melissa: WHAT A COUNTER FOR THE ACCICATURA!!! CRUCIFIX POWER BOMB, AND NOW HE SHOULD WANT TO END THIS!!!
Dante: From your mouth to his ears, Melissa, I think he's going to set her up for the Cyc-o-Driver!
Cyclone looks around, still getting his bearings back after the scare, as Harmony struggles to get up after the surprise. With a smirk, Cyclone lifts Harmony back to her feet and then crouches, lifting her in the electric chair, ready to drop her with the Joker driver... When the UNTHINKABLE happens: Harmony arches backwards and connects with a poison rana, sending Cyclone neck first into the mat! And as he's down, Harmony quickly makes her way to his legs and puts him in the figure-4 leg lock... That she slowly and methodically bridges to complete the figure-8!
Melissa: FERMATA!!! FERMATA WELL LOCKED IN!!! HE'S GOT NOWHERE TO GO!!!
Cyclone starts struggling madly to get out of that hold, attempting to crawl his way to the ropes, and he manages to find a way to drag himself closer to the bottom rope... But just as Harmony realizes that, she breaks the hold, drags him to the center of the mat, and puts in all the work once more, so now that Cyclone is dead to rights in the center of the ring locked in the Fermata! In his distress, Cyclone slaps the mat fiercely and repeatedly with a howl of anguish, and the referee calls the match!
John: The winner of this match... HARMONY!!!
Harmony lets go of the submission hold and brings herself to her knees, and Cyclone rolls over in distress, pounding the mat yelling that he hadn't tapped... Except he clearly did!
Melissa: Look at that sore loser! He's saying he didn't tap!
Dante: I don't think a referee calling a match when a tap out happens is a matter of interpretation! If the referee saw a tap out, that was a tap out! And I'm pretty sure I saw him tap out as well!
Melissa: And so did I! But I guess the whole thing about conspiracies and the sort... We haven't heard the end of it.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall... With the following stipulation. If Rhea Laskaris wins both she and Missy will be going to Aggression. If Missy wins, they will be staying... And Cody Kincaid will get two trade picks from Aggression! Introducing first...
The lights in the arena go off before a single purple spotlight hits the stage. As the opening bars of Wild Side by Cross My Heart Hope To Die starts to play Missy appears at the entrance way. Missy stands perfectly still, as her head stays bent, looking towards the ground and her manager Christian Kincaid walks out to stand behind her.
I've been on my best behavior
But I've heard that good girls finish last
And once you're gone they say no one can save you
But who knows if I go I may never want to ever come back
We've all fell victim to temptation
It seems that I'm the last one holding on
What's the use in fighting for my salvation
And why does it feel so damn right to want to be so wrong
At the side of Missy purple lights flash on and off, looking almost like fireworks, causing a wave of oohs and cheers to escape from the crowd. As the lights subside, Missy raises her arms up to the air and a single white spotlight accompanies the move.
I just wanna dance with the devil tonight
I wanna know what it feels like
I wanna close my eyes, put my hands in the sky
I wanna walk on the wild side
John: Introducing at this time…. Hailing from Leeds, England and weighing in at One hundred and twelve pounds… she is MIIIIISSSSSY!
Missy makes her way down the ramp to the ring keeping her eyes straight ahead, focussing on the ring, with Christian following a few steps behind. When she reaches the ring she slowly climbs the steel steps, building the crowd to fever pitch with anticipation, she climbs elegantly between the bottom and middle rope and climbs up onto the middle rope. She smirks before blowing a kiss out to the crowd as her theme music ends.
Dante: Well Melissa, we’re about to see a clashing of two women who have grown to despise each other over recent months, and this mutual disdain has not been contained in just SVW alone!
Mel: Missy looks to take her pound of flesh from Rhea, and shut down having to go anywhere near Aggression where Kyle is certain to make her life miserable!
The opening riff from Coheed & Cambria’s “Welcome Home” rips through the speakers as the arena goes dark. In a flash of light, the Athena stands at the top of the ramp, her arms outstretched and her back turned as bright colored lasers whip around from the ramp.
You could've been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would've endured my world
John: From Tripoli, Greece and weighing in tonight at 142 pounds... She is “THE MODERN DAY AMAZON”... This is RHEA LASKARIS!
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.
Melissa: Tonight will prove to be a very interesting battle, Dante. Both women are looking to catch the other bent over... For Missy, it’s the Mischief Maker that leads into that devastating frog splash... For Rhea? It’s Olympus has Fallen, but usually comes in out of Calydonian Revenge.
Dante: We’re going to see both women trying to hit the other, get the other bent over... And in both knowing what the other is looking for, we may get a lot... And I mean a LOT of unique offense here. Also I find it strange that Kyle isn’t out here for such an important match.
DING! DING! DING!
Almost without a single thought other than giving pain, Rhea snaps her leg off, trying to superkick Missy straight in the gut... But Missy catches her ankle, pushes the massive leg upward and leaps forward, nearly knee striking Rhea upside the head. Laskaris however uses her arms to block the knee strike but Missy immediately puts her hands on Rhea’s shoulders, leapfrogging over her before swinging around and hooking a waistlock around the Modern Day Amazon! Suddenly she’s going for a ride as Missy hits her with a MASSIVE german suplex on the back of her neck, causing Rhea to roll backwards on her hands and knees, leaving her open for a curb stomp! Missy takes off for her and NEARLY stomps Rhea’s head in but Laskaris is out of there, her eyes disbelieving that someone...
THAT ANYONE!
...Would dare throw around a goddess reborn like her.
...The crowd however seems very favorable towards Missy however, nearly watching Rhea’s head get scrambled as the Modern Day Amazon stares a hole into her. She doesn’t get a break however as Missy snarls and runs towards the ropes, leaping up and over as she turns, executing a fosbury flop style moonsault on top of Rhea with abandon!
Mel: Missy DID not come to play tonight, Dante! I don’t think Rhea was expecting her to come s hard out of the gate!
Dante: Rhea is always used to imposing her will on her opponents, but I suspect she isn’t going to take this lying down much longer.
...
Unfortunately for Missy, Rhea catches her on her shoulder before running forward and hitting her with a running powerslam into the nearest turnbuckle pole. Missy writhes in pain as the Modern Day Amazon grabs her and foists her up... Before giving her an encore of the Leeds native’s body hitting miserably hard things... As she flings Missy into the barricade as the Atlanta crowd is not pleased by this. The Amazon looks down at Missy and asks if she thinks she has what it takes to beat her, if she absolutely believes that before she reaches down and grabs Missy by the back of the head before sliding her through the ropes, leaving her upper half hanging off the apron and the edge of the ring. With Missy in perfect positioning Rhea takes aim, looking for Olympus Has Fallen. She takes off and goes for the scissor kick but at the last moment Missy jerks herself back in the rope as Rhea lands on a crouch! The Modern Day Amazon slides into the ring after Missy but catches the tail end of a devastating shining wizard, going down as Missy drops on top for the cover!
OOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEE!!
...
KICKOUT!!
Dante: Missy nearly got another scissors kick to the head and but escaped it... Rhea however wasn’t so lucky!
Mel: It didn’t keep her down for long though Dante, but Missy is going to capitalize!
The Leeds native pushes herself up as though doing a push up after Rhea gets the shoulder up and quickly slaps on a rear chinlock! When Rhea tries to stand up, with Missy in tow at that, Miss Mischief puts both feet on Rhea’s ankle, shaking her head and refusing for Laskaris to power herself upward. Rhea grunts before swinging a fist and nearly punching at Missy’s jaw but Missy continues applying the rear chinlock... Rhea however uses her OTHER leg to push upward and takes Missy for the ride. Missy is forced to try and apply a cobra clutch with bodyscissors on Rhea, wrenching the hold... Laskaris however is at a standing position and takes off backwards, crushing Missy’s back into the turnbuckle corner and sandwiching her between it and Rhea. When Missy refuses to let go, still holding on tight, Rhea takes a running start towards the opposite corner, before turning around and again crushing Missy into the opposite corner... Still Missy hasn’t let go of the cobra clutch and Rhea is beginning to slow down, as well as growing red in the face. The Modern Day Amazon takes off again, slower as she turns but at the last moment Missy lets go of her, rolling away. The moment she stands up though, Rhea snaps off a DEVASTATING super kick to Missy’s abdomen, causing her to make a short hop before curling up in pain as Rhea drops on her own hands and knees, trying to draw breath.
Dante: CALYDONIAN REVENGE! ...But Rhea can’t follow it up after being in a cobra clutch so long... And Missy can’t do much either!
Mel: It looks like if anything they’re both taking a breather... Even though Rhea and Missy are both in PRIME positions for Olympus Has Fallen and the Mischief Maker respectively.
Both women are beginning to gather themselves up after that and Missy attempts to hit the curb stomp again as Rhea hasn’t moved... But this seems to be a feint on Laskaris’s part because at the last moment she shifts her body and catches Missy on her shoulders before hitting her with a popup samoan drop! Missy rolls on the mat in pain as Laskaris decides to follow up with a big time knee drop to the back of her head, causing her to lay spread eagled. Rhea drags her over towards the middle of the ring before dropping on top of her, hooking the leg!
OOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTTWWWWW--!!
...
KICKOUT!!
It’s barely near a two count but Missy gets the shoulder up and Rhea looks irritated by this. She rolls off of the Leeds native before the greek wrestler kicks her on her stomach and puts a boot into her back. She grabs Missy’s left arm and begins to slowly wrench it backward, pulling it... Physically trying to pull it out of its socket. It’s not even a real submission but it’s causing Missy no end of agony judging by her reaction to the pain. Rhea seems to take note of this before reaching over and grabbing Missy’s other arm, both her feet firmly planted in the back of the Leeds native. Laskaris proceeds to tell Weatherby that Missy wants to quit and she wants to quit right now. Missy however shakes her head furiously. Still wrenching her arms back, Rhea smirks and raises a leg up, about to stomp Missy’s head in. She seems to have decided if she can’t hit Missy with her own scissor kick, she’ll settle for embarrassing Miss Mischief with a variation of her own signature. At the last moment however Rhea stomps air and then ground... Before Missy SINKS her teeth into the back of Rhea’s leg, through the fabric of her ring gear! The Modern Day Amazon bellows in agony as she lets go of Missy’s arm and drops back, grabbing her leg that’s now... Bleeding through through her ring attire as Missy massages her arm... And spits Rhea’s blood and flecks of her ring gear from her mouth.
Dante: ...Missy... Missy broke that surfboard stomp by quite literally taking a bite out of the Modern Day Amazon!
Mel: Well that’s one way to break a submission isn’t it!?
Rhea looks incensed and goes to take a step... Before wincing in pain from bite marks in her leg. Missy wipes her mouth with her forearm and looks as though she’s about to go in on the Modern Day Amazon before taking off towards. Rhea raises her leg up and nearly has Missy run into a big boot with her good leg but Missy bounces off the ropes and chop blocks Rhea in the back of the right leg she’s bitten in. Rhea hunches down in pain, hands on mat as Missy has her set up perfectly for the Mischief Maker! She hits the ropes again and looks for another curb stomp but Rhea pushes herself upward, catching Missy around the waist and launching her with an overhead belly to belly suplex!
...But Missy lands on her feet!
The Phillips Arena watches on as Rhea stands up on one shaky leg to see the result of that suplex, only for Missy to catch her with a running backflip kick upside the head, causing Rhea to drop to the mat spread eagled! With the Modern Day Amazon down, the Leeds native quickly scales to the top rope and takes aim. She leaps into the air, executing a somersault and landing a leg drop across the head of Rhea, seeming to score a knockout shot! Missy quickly hooks both Rhea’s legs and goes for the cover!!
OOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
KICKOUT!!
Laskaris kicks out and the Modern Day Amazon stiff arms Missy across the jaw with a forearm, getting Miss Mischief off the Grecian wrestler. Missy rolls away, wiping her jaw and turns around into an Inverted Atomic Drop that’s immediately followed up with a brutal T-Bone suplex! The Modern Day Amazon looks as though she isn’t screwing around here anymore. She walks slowly but dangerously towards Missy before putting her into a double underhook... And then using her good knee to pummel Missy’s face in again... And again... And again. She does so about five times before flinging Missy over in a double underhook suplex, finishing it off with a knee drop into Missy’s ribs. The Leeds native rolls around in agony as Laskaris continues to have her way with her, telling her that she better be happy to be along for the ride when they’ve both gone to Aggression... When Missy attempts to stand up, especially from Rhea’s taunting... Rhea kicks her in the face to put her back down, telling her that what hope did she have to stand up to an Amazon, much less a reborn Goddess. Missy looks to be growing... Increasingly incensed here as Rhea reaches down and clamps a hand around her throat before forcing her upward and meeting her face to face. She asks Missy any last words before she finishes this and they’re off to Aggression...
...
Before Missy headbutts her furiously right between the eyes! Rhea steps back with a snarl as Missy kicks her in the abdomen before spiking her head into the mat with a flowing DDT!
Mel: Rhea was getting a bit too ahead of herself there and Missy made her pay the price with that nasty looking DDT! It looks like Miss Mischief is about to rain down all over the Modern Day Amazon!
Christian begins rallying the crowd behind his client as Missy clenches her fingers together, intertwining them as as Rhea sits up on her knees. The Leeds native blasts Rhea in the head with a knee kick across the side of the head... Followed by another knee kick... And another knee kick... And another knee kick... One after the next rattling the jaw of the Modern Day Amazon. She goes for one more and Rhea vaults upward and forward, clotheslining Missy and sending her flipping inside out! Laskaris shakes her head, rocking the cobwebs out but those last few hits to the head and after being dropped on it has certainly rattled her. She reaches down to grab Missy but seems to be a bit more dazed than she wants to admit, trying to see straight after some five knee kicks to the head! She reaches down and grabs Missy... Only for Missy to pull her into an inside cradle from out of nowhere!
OOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEE!!
TTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Dante: OH NO!! Poor Rhea!!
The referee called for the bell as Missy made it to her feet, joined by her manager before both of her hands were raised.
Mel: Good for Missy! That’s how you do it! And now Kyle just lost two draft picks for Aggression! This night has really not been good for him, has it?
John: Here is your winner……………….MISSY!!!!
Dante: You know what will happen? Cody’s just gonna stripmine Aggression, and he’s getting away with it!
Mel: It was Kyle’s idea, he can lump it! Congratulations to Missy!
Christian helped his client out of the ring, raising her hand once more as they got to the floor before we head elsewhere.
What About Skye?
The next image we see is that of the “Goddess of SVW” Skye Armanni joined by her fiance and the Uprising General Manager. Carson seems as though he is trying to talk Cody into something at the moment.
Carson: I appreciate your time on such a busy night. The reason I have asked for it is because I feel there’s been some injustice. Recently this Chaos Selector put the ravishing Skye Armanni into a match with a woman who has….a tenuous grasp of reality. And I don’t feel that is a fair opportunity for a woman like her.
Cody: Do you want me to put her back and let the Selector pick her a new partner?
Carson quickly shook his head.
Carson: Skye is more of a singular talent, a unique woman who shines brightest on her own. What I would like is an opportunity for her to do just that to both bolster her profile, and even help Uprising’s branding in the process.
Skye flips her hair and smirks.
Skye: I'm singlehandedly making Uprising a prettier place. I'm the face this brand-- no, I'm the face SVW needs to be the ultimate marketable success it deserves to be!... This being said…
The smirk devolves into a scowl.
Skye: Being paired with Destiny Campbell was… utterly unaesthetic! I mean, look: this is the Nth pay-per-view in a row that I'm without a match. Last event I was supposed to be wrestling someone who quit before I even had the pleasure of wrapping my hands around her neck and show her who's the one and only Living Aphrodite of professional wrestling!... I guess if anyone's deserving of a chance, that's me. Yeah?
Carson: She’s right. I think there’s opportunity abound for a woman of her talents, just preferably not back in the Chaos tournament. That would be ill-advised.
Cody crossed his arms, and began to rub the back of his neck as he thought it over for a moment before looking back to the pair.
Cody: How about an opponent who has been a dominant champion in their time? Someone who a win over them would help Skye here prove exactly what you both are saying about her. No tags. No Chaos. Just one on one. How does that sound?
Carson looked back to his fiance.
Carson: That sounds about right to me. What do you think?
Skye: Ideal, I'd say.
The Canadian supermodel smirks.
Skye: Expected from a managerial genius such as yours, Mr. Kincaid. Anyone in mind?
Cody: Glad you’re on board. We’ll begin next Uprising. Skye here versus a woman with a pedigree of being a very dominant champion in her day.
Carson: Who might that be?
Cody gave Carson a pat on the shoulder.
Cody: Sylvia Crowley!
This drew a pop from the crowd watching in the arena as Cody headed off the in the other direction, leaving Carson a bit quiet as he looked back to his fiance… who was less than amused.
Skye: I guess there must be some kind of charm in watching me tangle with people short of a bolt or two. But you know what? This is where I excel. Whatever level of unaesthetic trash you put in front of me and I'll make magic happen. And believe me, is going to be…
And with a smile, Skye opens her arms in musing and whispers seductively…
Skye: … BEAUTIFUL!
And with that, the Perfect 10 struts out of the scene.
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John: The following match is scheduled for one fall...!
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. Right before the entrance aisle, she raises her right hand in the air with the index, middle and ring fingers fully extended upwards, and white, blue and red pyros shoot behind her back, and her manager presents her to the crowd.
John: Introducing first, escorted to the ring by Kyle Kilmeade... From Saint Petersburg, western Russia... "The Red Star"... MIKA DEMIDOV!
She then walks down the entrance aisle, scowling at the crowd and ignoring the outstretched hands who wish for a high-five, before she's offered a hand by Kyle to climb the steel steps leading into the ring. She enters the square passing between the mid and bottom ropes and, once inside, she climbs a random turnbuckle, taunting the crowd by basically screaming smack at them. After soaking in the boos, she shakes her head and leaps back into the ring and prepares for her match.
Mel: I know It’s Mika’s sister who used to call herself Executioner, but it looks like tonight Mika is stepping into that role for Kyle.
Dante: Shane Atwater might want to focus more on Mika than Kyle tonight... If he doesn’t, well this will be a quick night for the Empress.
The lights dim, and the opening drums of “Coward” ring out over the speakers. As the heavy guitars hit, the floor lights come up slightly and tint everything with a bluish hue as Shane Atwater steps onto the stage. He pauses there a moment, head bowed before he looks up, throwing the hood on his vest back and looking out at the crowd before stalking down toward the ring with purpose, only pausing to slap hands with a few fans here and there before making his way to ringside. He pauses momentarily before climbing onto the apron, kneeling there momentarily with his hand on the top rope, head bowed as he takes a quiet moment to hype himself up before he climbs into the ring, immediately heading to mount the middle turnbuckle in the nearest corner. He takes in the scene a moment longer before throwing a single fist in the air to an eruption of cheers. He nods, the hint of a smirk playing across his face before he climbs down, rubbing his hands together and cracking his neck before heading to his corner to await the start of the match.
John: Introducing at this time...From Los Angeles, California...standing six feet, three inches tall, weighing in tonight at two-hundred-forty pounds...SHAAAAAAAAANE ATWATER!
Mel: The former Defiance champion could make a big path to his ascent towards the SVW championship... Starting with a former champion and the Empress herself.
Dante: No one is going to dismiss Atwater’s talents, but you tell me how many opponents has he had who have main evented SVW shows, who have held the title. In Mika he’s up against a whole new breed of competitor.
DING! DING! DING!
Even though Atwater has a near foot on Demidov, that doesn’t stop her from immediately hitting him with a big time european uppercut that rattles off and echoes from sheer impact. A few in the crowd whistle from the loudness of the impact but Shane himself simply nods at Mika before he rattles her jaw with a european uppercut that makes her stumble backward a few steps. She spits a gob of saliva and snaps off another european uppercut to Atwater who takes it in full before taking a step back from the impact. Roger Weatherby winces at each increasing heft that the uppercuts have to each other as the two wrestlers trade them back and forth, one after the next with Mika leaning backward into another but Shane catches her by the wrist and gives her a standing arm wrench. He continues twisting her arm before turning into an arm drag and from there wrenching her arm again.
Dante: This match is going to be very, very slow paced at first. These are two mat wrestlers who are good at what they do.
Mel: We don’t often see Mika making use of her Russian Torture Beta but to rain it over Mr. Tap Out The World, we might just see it tonight.
Mika breaks away this time, rubbing her wrist before the two wrestlers finally do a collar elbow tie up. Atwater even with the size difference slowly begins to be pushed back into the corner before the Empress and Atwater are told by referee Weatherby to slowly break up the hold. Slowly. Slowly. They do so and begin to pull away from each other before Mika firmly pats Shane on the chest, condescendingly as though he should do better next time. Shane however doesn’t look as much phased by Mika’s antics... This is the man who dealt with David Cyclone for months on end after all. He walks back to the middle of the ring and the two competitors eye each other up before they lock up again... This time with Shane slowly beginning to push Mika towards the turnbuckle. He leans her again it before once again Weatherby tells them both to break it up... and they do... Before Mika slides under Atwater’s legs and dropkicks him chest first into the turnbuckle. She quickly hooks his legs and pulls him into a school girl, grabbing his tights on top of it.
OOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!
TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
...
NO!!
KICKOUT!!
Mika comes within centimeters of immediately stealing one with an illegal pin but Atwater kicks out in the nick of time as the Empress rolls out of the ring and waves a hand dismissively as the crowd boos her. She continues seemingly having her fun, treating this match (and Atwater) as more a joke than anything else. As she hops onto the apron however, Shane immediately reaches over the ropes for her, waistlocking her before launching the Russian former champion in an overhead belly to belly as she lands on her back and rolls. Once she stands up Shane’s already on top of her with a rolling european uppercut, jacking her across the jaw and turning her around before he launches her with a brutal looking german suplex, dropping Demidov on the back of her neck and causing her to roll out of the ring once again... This time not out of mockery for Atwater... But incensed.
Mel: Mika... Mika doesn’t look at all happy right now. I think she thought Shane was going to be more of a cakewalk than she realized. Who told her that?
Dante: I mean do you really blame her? Mika is a world renowned, multi-time champion of different companies and--
Mel: --And Shane Atwater isn’t?
The Red Empress now seems to be taking Atwater more seriously here as she slides back into the ring and keeps to the ground with a more practical grappling stance but Shane bends as well, showing he’s quite adept at the same mat wrestling, just in case Mika wasn’t aware. She suddenly goes for his wrist, locking up with a cross side wrist lock before she quickly kicks the back of his leg and breaks the hold, immediately switching into a side headlock. She licks her chops and keeps the hold applied, as Atwater however counters her and wraps his arms around her waist and powers her up before turning one-hundred eighty for a nasty side suplex that puts Mika down on the mat. He quickly grabs her leg and immediately applies a kneebar, dropping down on the mat as Mika begins to try and reach for the ropes. Quicker than a hiccup Atwater lets go of the kneebar as he doesn’t get all of it when Mika drops on her stomach, quickly crossing her legs and applying a stepover toehold facelock. Mika’s eyes nearly bug out as she reaches for the ropes but Atwater has her farther from the ropes than closer as Weatherby asks if she wants to submit.
Mel: Shane’s got a hold for every occasion and a counter for every counter. This isn’t the type of match that Mika is going to succeed with... Not against Shane.
Dante: Mika has the moves necessary, all that will be needed is escaping the hold...
Mika does finally find a way to escape Shane’s STF... By reaching up and digging her eyes into his nostrils and his eyes, physically digging into his face as Atwater has no choice but to let go or nearly lose and eye and nasal cartilage to boot. Atwater lets go of the hold and stands up just as Mika piston kicks him in the abdomen to get him bent over before she hammerlocks his arm for grip and DDTs him into the mat! Atwater goes down and Mika drops on top of him, hooking the leg for the pin!
OOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!
TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHH----!!
KICKOUT!!
Dante: GOLDEN BUSTER!! The Empress is leading on the momentum here whether or not this Phillips Arena likes it!
Shane kicks out, arm up as Mika quickly reapplies a hammerlock, bringing to a grounded version with Atwater’s face on the mat and her bending his arm. The Empress licks her chops, trying to loosen his fist so she can start bending his fingers back one after the next. When Atwater’s hand doesn’t budge she begins to use both her hands to unfurl Shane’s fist but this allows him to get her onto her back and free his own hand before she tries to roll away... But Shane puts a shoulder claw into her neck, stopping her as he wrenches the hold in.... Before he suddenly stands up and begins kicking her back repeatedly, one kick after the next into Mika’s spine and slowly going upward with a stiff kick in the back of her neck! Suddenly he reaches down and grabs her arms in a double chickenwing before finishing with a suplex that drops her on the back of her head! ...But Shane isn’t done yet, rolling with her into another chickenwing suplex... But Mika’s arms are still pinned in the double chickenwing and she gets dropped for the final time on the back of the head, this time with a pinning predicament!
OOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!
TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHH----!!
KICKOUT!!
Mika kicks out!
Mel: Three rolling double chickenwing suplexes and Shane isn’t even waiting for Mika to try and escape it, he’s already let go of it and... What is THAT, Dante!?
Dante: THAT Mel is an omoplata... In some circles known as an ashi-sankaku-garami or in catch wrestling... A coil lock. Shane hasn’t completed the hold however... This is a VERY hard armlock to cinch in and Atwater may be taking a risk... A risk he can’t afford against Mika!
Shane looks to be attempting to... “seatbelt” Mika into the hold by using his inner arm over her waist. She won’t let herself get the hold applied on her however, reaching for the ropes again and grunting as she keeps herself free of the coil lock. She uses her legs to circle around with Shane in tow but Atwater tries to keep his weight down on the mat to keep Mika from squirreling further. She throws a leg over the ropes and Shane is forced to let go of the hold as Weatherby gets ready to count him out. Atwater stands up over Mika but then he spots Kyle hopping onto the apron. Shane immediately makes a break for the Aggression GM, nearly taking his head off with a european uppercut. As Weatherby begins telling off Kyle for interfering (with Kilmeade reminding Weatherby that he signs his checks) Shane turns around into a BIG low blow from Mika who drops him onto the mat with his knees. She quickly makes a “3” sign for victory but seems to think better of trying to powerbomb lift Shane, instead going for a Russian Leg Sweep... But she doesn’t get to latch in on properly! Shane puts his leg out around her’s, forcing Mika to pull him into a backslide pin!
Dante: RUSSIAN SUPLEX!!
OOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!
TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHH----!!
KICKOUT!!
Mel: Near fall after near fall but for every pin Mika seems to score, Shane’s nearly got her in a submission to end it all!
Mika changes the scheme of this match by immediately going for Atwater’s leg and applying a half crab, sitting on the small of his back. She doesn’t let Atwater’s other leg get away however, applying an ankle lock to that from a side seat as the crowd boos her. Demidov however takes it all in stride, wrenching his ankle nearly out of its socket as she informs Atwater that she’s the only wrestler good enough to tap the world and he’s just a pretender to the Empire. She keeps on talking and talking, all the while Shane is using his forearms to slowly creep himself towards the ropes, before Mika shakes her head, refusing to let Shane get away. She lets go of the ankle lock and crab walks him back into the middle of the ring... But Shane begins crawling right back... There’s little way for her to stop him as he continues using his forearms, powering towards the ropes. He finally hooks an arm around the ropes and Mika... Well the Empress seems to decide that she’s going to sit on her hold a little longer than needed as Weatherby begins to count her out!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
It comes to a near five before Mika actually lets go, licking her chops as Shane begins to try nad stand himself up. Once again she gives the “3” seeming to decide she really will go for the powerbomb facebuster this time. She screams “THE EMPIRE PREVAILS!” as she motions Atwater to get to his feet before he toe kicks her! Mika shoves his head between her legs... But Shane counters from out of nowhere by grabbing her wrist and hooking around her neck with a cravate before he nearly spikes her head into the mat with a neckbreaker! Mika writhes in pain as she puts a hand on the back of her neck, eyes widened in pain as Atwater cracks his own neck and reaches down, taking a hand on Mika as he stares a hole through Kyle.
Dante: Mika once again looking to go for the Soviet Burial but Atwater counters her with a devastating cravate buster that there about dropped her!
Mel: This Atlanta crowd is rallying behind him!
Atwater looks down at Mika before motions to Kyle and mouthing “This is on your head”... Mika gets forced up, irish-whipped into the nearest turnbuckle. She tries to sidestep, slipping her legs through the ropes but her back is open as Atwater jerks her backward, dropping his knee into the back of her neck! She writhes around and the second she’s halfway standing up, she catches a nasty knee trembler across the side of the temple that outright drops her. Shane isn’t done with her however as he grabs Mika by the wrist and foists her up, forcing her to stand before he vaults her up and over with an olympic slam on the back of the head and neck... Pretty much the same area he’s been targeting pretty much the entire match... He doesn’t go for the pin however, immediately applying his arm trap crossface right after and pulling at Mika’s neck backwards with her arm tucked between his legs so she can’t escape! When she attempts to reach her arm back, he jerks his head back, not allowing her to rake his eyes and nose like last time!
Mel: PARABOLA! ...AND NOW A SCHISM FOR MIKA’S TROUBLES! ONE AFTER THE NEXT AND MIKA’S GOT NO WAY TO ESCAPE!
Dante: Too many suplexes on the back of the neck, that STF... Even that coil lock to weaken her attempting to escape his crossface later. Atwater came in this one with a plan
To her credit, the former SVW champion has her hand raised but is fighting everything to actually tap out. Still Shane keeps the crossface applied, pulling and pulling harder as she can do little else. Finally... Mercifully the Empress begins tapping the mat in pain, if only to finally be free of the crossface working her neck over. Atwater lets go...
...
But the entire time he had the hold applied...
His eyes were boring dead center into Kyle’s.
....
DING! DING! DING!
John: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY SUBMISSION... SHANE ATWATER!
Dante: I think... I think that was a clear and present message to the Aggression GM, Mel. I’m not sure if that’s something he wants to send to Kyle however.
Mika has already began rolling out of the ring as Shane stays seated where he is, Weatherby raising his arm as Kyle helps his client stand, looking back at Shane who welcomes him to be next if he really wants to get through the ropes.
As “Coward” plays the Atlanta crowd cheers along with the song before we cut elsewhere.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish with the winner earning a shot at the SVW Championship!!!!
Melissa: One of the three we are about to see will have a shot at the biggest title in all of SVW at Extreme Prejudice! The question is who will it be? We’re about to find out.
Dante: I’ve already made a donation to Thunder Ministries! Let’s go, Luther!
The music starts, as the crowd quiets. A spotlight appears at the top of the ramp…but after a few moments nobody shows. The spotlight starts combing the arena, followed by another spotlight, and a third as the song starts.
Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR, transmissions will resume
They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
(So come on!)
The spotlights race around for a moment until one finally stops in the middle of the crowd, revealing Misty standing amongst the fans. She raises her fist with a cry and a grin as the fans nearby cheer and do the same.
John: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario Canada. The Voice of the People....MISTY WHITMORE!!!
The young wrestler then makes a B-line for the ring, slapping hands of fans before hopping the barricade. Misty climbs onto the ring apron and looks out at the crowd, holding a hand over her brow with a grin. Leaping over the top rope Misty runs to the opposite corner, climbing up the corner and singing out the chorus with the fans, raising her fist with every phrase.
They will not force us!
They will stop degrading us!
They will not control us!
We will be victorious!
So come on!
Misty jumps down from the corner, fists raised and ready for the match.
Melissa: All three know what it’s like to be SVW Champion, and there may be no more of a sentimental favorite than Misty!
Dante: Sure, she’s picked up some flukes lately. But that doesn’t mean anything. What mattesr is tonight!
The arena falls dark as the opening of “Blonde, Bad and Beautiful” by Airbourne plays, Kelly explodes upward out of the middle of the stage as though shot out of a cannon, landing a perfect front somersault in a shower of blue sparks. The girl is joined by Christian Kincaid on the stage. Turning to face her husband, she turns to face him, giving him a big hug as she plants a kiss to his lips. As the music starts to pick up pace once more she starts to run toward the ring, performing a quick cartwheel into a handspring before sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Using the momentum to her advantage, the former acrobat forward rolls to her feet and leaps onto the middle rope. She springboards off the ropes into a backflip and heads towards the corner. The former acrobat runs straight up the pads. Stopping on the top turnbuckle she blows a kiss to the fans and corkscrew flips back to the mat, facing the middle of the ring as she lands.
John: From Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York, 5’5” tall, weighs 115 lbs and is accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid. Please welcome...KELLY KINCAID!!!
Melissa: While her husband has been a busy man tonight, there’s no doubt that he’s got Kelly ready to go tonight! She’d love to meet the SVW Champion at Extreme Prejudice! Here’s her chance.
Dante: Here’s another one with a few flukes to her name that thinks she’s the best there ever was. I don’t get why people like her, must be because some prefer blondes.
We hear a thunderclap, signifying the start of “The Man Comes Around” by Johnny Cash. As the acoustic guitar and the hypnotic words of the man in black fill the arena, the lights go out, and in a sole spotlight we see the slow walk out of Luther Thunder, flanked by Esme & his sister Tara, all in black. Luther bows his head, and makes the sign of the cross on his chest, before linking arms with the two ladies and walking down the ramp towards the ring, the spotlight following.
John: Introducing from Amsterdam in the Netherlands, accompanied by Esme and Tara Thunder standing 6’6” tall and weighing 270 lbs, he is...LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Luther gets to ringside, where he releases from the ladies, climbing the steps to the apron. He blesses the ring, bowing his head, before climbing atop the turnbuckle. He throws his arms out like a crucifix, and then slowly starts asking the Lord to forgive these sinners who boo him.
Melissa: If there’s a size and power advantage in this match, that big man right there has it in spades. He’s traded wins with both of these women, and Luther may well be the biggest threat in this match.
Dante: MAY?! He damn sure is the biggest threat in this match. If gambling wasn’t a sin, I’d have put a lot of cash on the big man. Instead I donated that sum to his ministry.
Billy Phelps immediately looks to exert his authority on the contest by ordering Esme and Tara back to the locker room - a move that causes much consternation amongst the three members of Thunder Ministries; all of whom begin to argue with the referee. Not that Phelps is interested in their arguments as stands firm, telling them to leave the ringside area, as they do so, Kelly moves towards Misty, pointing towards Luther and seemingly reminding, if she had forgotten, of what happened at the end of the last Uprising; that the pair of them owe Thunder Ministries a receipt for an attack. Misty nods for a moment as she looks towards Luther then back to Kelly.
Melissa: Misty and Kelly, odd as it may be, seem to be working an unspoken pact here after what happened at Uprising.
Dante: Why anyone would try to plot against a man of the cloth is beyond me. I find it quite disgusting, he’s like the Pope but more beloved!
As the official start to call for security to come and escort Esme and Tara from ringside, the two women take off and catch an unsuspecting Luther with simultaneous dropkick that send him falling back into the corner. Immediately the two woman kip up and together unleash savate kicks right into the Dutch Devils midsection. Thunder cradles his gut as he leans forward, getting another pair of stiff kicks to the abdomen causing him to double over a little more before Whitmore and Kincaid hook his head and slam him face first into the mat with a double DDT.
Melissa: And here we go, Kelly and Misty going right to work on a man neither one of them like in the least. The Pope?!?!
The pair of high flyers roll backwards to their feet and dart across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and coming back into match Tope Atomicos, clearing the top rope and crashed down into Esme and Tara at the outside just as security arrive at the bottom of the entrance ramp. Misty holds up her hands to high five Kelly, only to see the former Acrobat ask for just one moment as the New Yorker reached into the ring, grabbing Luther’s feet as the big man got to his hands and knees and yanked him backwards, crotch first into the steel ring post. With a smile on her face she turned back to Misty. The Torontonian rolled her eyes and asked if what she did to Luther was truly necessary getting a slight nod of her head and a shrug of her shoulders from Kelly before she offered up her hands for the double high five. The Canadian reluctantly accepted the offer and as she raised her hands and met Kelly’s, Kincaid lunged forward to surprise Misty with a headbutt. Whitmore staggered backwards in shock as much as anything only for Kelly to measure her up and unleash a superkick to her opponent’s jaw.
Dante: Misty is really pretty damn thick! This is a match for a SVW Championship shot! You can’t rely on a partnership to last.
Melissa: It is everyone for themselves in this match, and Kelly’s more interested in regaining the title than teaming up with Misty against Luther.
As Misty collapsed to the floor as security ushered Esme and Tara back up the ramp and Kelly climbed up onto the ring apron and measured Thunder as he was starting to get to his feet, the New York born wrestler waiting until he turned to face her before she leapt up onto the top rope and springboarded off into a flying clothesline straight to big man’s chest. Luther stepped backwards from the impact as Kelly landed on her feet before delivering a low dropkick to the man’s knee, taking it out from under him. Thunder was only down to one knee momentarily before he pushed back up to his feet before getting taken down to the mat face first thanks to a drop toe hold. Quickly Kelly transitioned through into a kneebar, applying as much pressure as possible on Luther’s right knee.
Melissa: I like Kelly’s strategy, only save for the fact this is a triple threat. Submissions are going to be very difficult, and besides that, Luther’s legs are like tree trunks.
Dante: For once, we agree. Had to happen sooner or later.
Phelps dropped down to ask Luther if he wanted to submit only to get a withering stare from the Ministry leader. Kelly pulled back further in the submission hold, trying her hardest to apply as much pressure and do as much damage as possible. The Amsterdam Assassin grimaced slightly - more out of annoyance than anything - and began to lash out with his free foot, catching Kincaid with repeated blows that forced her to let go and roll away. The high flyer came to her feet as Luther made it up to one knee and she charged past him towards the ring ropes, leaping up onto the middle rope and springboarding off of it and onto his shoulders as she tried to snap off a headscissor take down only to find herself caught by the Dutchman. Immediately he lifted her upwards, getting her into position for a powerbomb only for Kelly to begin to deliver rapid fire right and left hands into the top of his head, enabling her to escape his grasp and slide down his back and into a sunset flip pinning combination.
One…
Tw-
Melissa: Good Lord, the momentum Kelly had to have to pull out that sunset flip on Luther! It just wasn’t enough though!
Thunder kicked out and Kelly rolled backwards to her feet once more and went to continue her attack on the big man with a volley of stiff kicks targeting his ribcage and moving down to his right knee as he got his feet underneath him. Luther grimaced as her boots connected with the side of the joint only for the blonde to suddenly go low as she attempted to execute a single leg takedown. Luther though widened his base as she made the attempt and countered with a clubbing blow across her shoulders with his left forearm followed by a short sharp closed fist right hand straight into the back of her skull that saw Kelly drop to all fours and allowed the Dutch Devil to wrap his arms around her midsection and demonstrate his power advantage with a huge deadlift gutwrench suplex that sent Kelly flying into the ropes.
Dante: I heard that’s how Luther hangs his laundry out, just like Kelly got thrown! That was fun to watch!
Melissa: I guarantee you Kelly didn’t find it all that fun! That power advantage is what both her and Misty must avoid.
Luther rose quickly to his feet and confidently turned towards Kelly Kincaid but before he took a step towards her he found himself taken down to the mat face first once more thanks to Whitmore flying off the top turnbuckle behind him and catching him with a bulldog. Quickly Thunder rose to his feet only for Misty to be waiting for him as she down to the mat once more with an armdrag. The veteran wrestler rolled through and used the momentum to bring him to his knees from where he quickly found his way back to his feet only to find Misty bearing down upon him at high speed. He barely had time to think, lashing out his arm for a clothesline attempt that the Toronto native easily avoided before she leapt onto the middle rope and launched herself into, twisting whilst airbourne to grab him by the head and spike him down into the canvas on the top of his head with a Tornado DDT. Misty rolled away and came to her feet only to leap high into the air once more - this time for a pele kick that caught a rising Kelly on the top of her head and sent her falling backwards, through the ropes where she bounced off the apron on the way down to the floor.
Dante: The best part about this match so far is seeing Kelly getting thrown around by a big man and getting kicked into next month by Misty.
Melissa: Kelly’s head must be feeling like a pinata right now after that Pele kick from Misty!
The Canadian turned back to face the Dutchman as he made it back to his feet and darted towards him, delivering a jumping knee into her chest, before she followed it up with a stiff sidekick into his midriff. As it landed, Thunder threw a right hand towards her head only for Misty to see it coming, ducking underneath the attempt as she spun around behind him and drove a palm strike into his kidneys. It froze him up for a moment, allowing Misty to follow it up with a second palm strike - this one aimed at his spine. He stepped forward with a look of pain on his face and immediately tried to tag his opponent in the jaw. Again though Whitmore was able to duck underneath the attempt and counter with another palm strike to his kidneys as she quickly circled back around to stand in the front of the man and irish whipped him towards the corner.
Melissa: If you watch all of Misty’s previous matches with Luther, you can see an evolution in her gameplan from then to now. And it’s working like a charm!
Dante: Yeah yeah, everyone has a plan till they get punched in the mouth.
The small of Luther’s back hit the middle turnbuckle causing pain to once more flash across his features as the man gingerly stepped forward, holding his back in pain. Meanwhile Misty tried to keep the pace high as she nipped past the tall man into the corner, pushing up the inside of the turnbuckles to the top rope and came off with a bionic elbow driven into the top of Thunder’s spine. The Amsterdam Assassin dropped down to his knees, allowing Misty to walk around and come face to face with him, grabbing hold of his head and planting him into the canvas with a sitout face buster. The European wrestler instantly pushed up to his hands and knees as the Canadian kipped up to her feet and drove him back into the mat with a double foot stomp to his back. As she landed on her feet, Misty took off towards the ropes yet again, building up momentum heading back towards his feet as he pushed upwards to all fours once more at which point she jumped into the air, coming down upon his back with a cannonball splash. As Luther landed on his face once more, Misty stayed sat upon his back and quickly locked in a camel clutch variant of a straitjacket choke.
Dante: As big as Luther is, I’m not sure Misty is going to get as much usage out of this camel clutch at her size as someone else would.
Melissa: You may be right, but that won’t stop her from trying her best! I can’t remember the last time Luther submitted though.
Phelps again got down in front of Luther Thunder asking him if he wanted to quit only to get a no from the Dutchman. Misty pulled back further on his arms, leaning backwards as she sat down on his spine, but still Luther refused to quit instead he slowly began to force himself up to his feet, Misty wrapping her legs around his torso as he made it to one knee. Still Luther rose causing the Torontonian to lean back even further, pulling as much as possible on his arms, slowing his movements as the chokehold took full effect. Despite this the Amsterdam Assassin managed to get his feet underneath him...only for Kelly to take his right knee out from under him with a chop block. Thunder fell face first to the mat Whitmore found herself forced to release the hold as she thrown forward.
Melissa: Kelly’s doing the smart thing here, taking out one of Luther’s legs will help keep that power advantage we talked about from coming into play.
Dante: She’d have to take his leg off, and even then, divine intervention would stop her. I wonder if he’s been nominated for sainthood yet.
Misty came to her feet and found herself eyeball to eyeball with Kelly; the blonde giving her a small smile as she pointed towards their shared opponent. Misty slowly shook her head in response, causing Kelly to shrug and unleash a knife edge chop across Misty’s chest. Misty replied with one of her own that was more venomous than Kelly’s causing the New Yorker to take a step backwards and hold her chest for a moment before she delivered another chest to the former Olympic hopeful. Whitmore barely seemed to feel the blow as she fired off another chop of her, laying every ounce of her weight into the blow. Kincaid grimaced in pain, reeling away and back towards Whitmore who landed another venomous chop to the blonde, this one delivered with such force that it actually knocked Kelly down to the mat. Kelly rolled onto her knees and pushed up to her feet where Misty caught her with another chop that saw Kelly fall back against the ropes. Whitmore sized her up for another but before she could deliver Luther clattered into both women with a clothesline that took them down to the canvas yet again.
Dante: All that work from both of them to get him down, and Luther took them both out with one move. That’s impressive, that’s why he is a former SVW Champion and will be again!
The two smaller wrestlers started to get to their feet at the same time and both of them fired off simultaneous chops into Luther stomach only for the Preacher to grab them both by the back of their heads and send them into a meeting of the minds. Kelly dropped once more to the canvas on impact as Misty staggered backwards into the corner where Luther charged towards and delivered a series of kneelifts into her gut, each one lifting her off her feet in the corner. As he delivered the fourth though, he found a pair of arms wrapping around his neck as Kelly leapt onto his back and applied a sleeper hold. The Dutch Devil pulled at her arms for a moment, keeping them in his grasp as he spun around and drove Kelly backwards into Misty in the corner. He did it a second time causing Kelly to release the hold. Turning once more Luther grabbed hold of Kincaid’s wrist and jerked her roughly out of the corner and into a short arm clothesline that saw her leave her feet and land hard on the canvas. As the New Yorker held her back on the mat, Thunder turned his attention to Misty, pulling her out of the corner as he scooped her up and slammed her down on top of Kelly. With his two opponents stacked up on top of each other, Luther left his feet and drove both his knees into Misty’s chest with a double knee drop. Whitmore rolled away cradling her gut and as she did so, Luther made the cover on Kelly.
Dante: These two are getting what they deserve, and Luther’s got this!
One…
Two…
...T-
Melissa: Kelly and Misty both are a lot tougher than you give them credit for, Dante. What else is new though?!
Kelly kicked out and rolled away as Luther came to his knees and got rocked back on his haunches thanks to a running European uppercut from Misty Whitmore. Thunder shook his head, holding his jaw as he continued to push upwards only for Whitmore to come back off the ropes again and connect with another European uppercut as he made it to one knee, rocking his head backwards once more. Still Thunder continued to rise as Misty set off towards the ring ropes once again, leaving her feet once more and flying towards the big man only for him to catch her in both arms, trapping her arms by her side before he delivered a series of headbutts to the Canadian wrestler then sent her across the ring with a belly to belly suplex.
Dante: Misty doesn’t know if she’s in Atlanta or Albuquerque right now! Luther’s treating the little brat just how she deserves!
Melissa: Matter of opinion there.
As Thunder stood in the middle of the ring in saw Kelly on her feet in one corner and charged her, catching with a corner clothesline before he turned around to see Misty getting back to her feet on the other side of the ring and he dashed across and caught her with a corner clothesline. As soon as he connected with Misty he spun on his heel and set off across the ring again to slam his raised foot into Kelly’s face. Again he spun and sent off, giving Misty a running big boot to the face too as Kincaid dropped to a sitting position in the corner. Thunder once more looked across towards Kincaid and charged her again, this time driving his knee into her face. He paused for a moment, breathing heavily as he stood over the fallen Kincaid and held his arms out in a crucifix position, getting booed by the crowd.
Melissa: SVW’s Man of God is getting treated like the devil he is by this capacity crowd here in the Philips Arena!
He forgave those nearest to him and once more he turned towards Misty, scowling a little as he found her on her feet still, arms over the top rope to keep her upright. The Torontonian stared at him for a second before she waved her hand at him, calling him forward. She got what she wanted. As Thunder sprinted across the ring as quickly as he could looking to drive a knee into her middle only for Misty to hop up on bottom rope and leap over the top rope to the apron. Thunder struck the middle turnbuckle with his right knee and took a step backwards as Misty leapt high in the air, attempting to connect with an enzugiri to the side of Luther’s head only to find he had his wits about him enough to block the kick. Misty landed on her feet on the outside and Luther mowed her down with a clothesline that saw her land on the apron.
Dante: Luther’s like a giant fly swatter as he just wrecks these two high flyers every chance he gets. He really is in a class by himself.
Melissa: Yeah, a low one.
Thunder looked across the ring to find that Kelly had rolled to the outside, propping herself up against the barricade, holding her head with CK checking she was alright. He turned his attention back to Misty, ducking between the ropes and grabbing her by the hair. He pulled her upwards, feeding her head through between the top and middle ropes, setting her up for a single arm DDT before he walked backwards until just her feet rested on the ropes before he slammed her head down into the canvas. Rolling Misty over he made the cover, hooking both of her legs.
Melissa: Misty got drilled, and that could be all she wrote!
One…
Two…
..THR-
Dante: Nice tight cover, but sometimes an opponent like Misty is too dumb to know when to call it a night. That’s alright, just pound on her some more, big man!
Misty kicked out of the pinfall; Thunder shook his head as Phelps confirmed the two count and came back to his feet. He waited for Misty to start to push herself upwards from the canvas before he dropped back to the ropes and came forward to catch her with a scissors kick across the back of her head, sending face first into the mat once more. He dropped to his knees and rolled Misty over for the cover.
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Dante: Like I said, too dumb to quit. But it’s fine, I’m sure Luther has plenty more to give out to her if she can’t figure out when enough is enough.
Misty kicked out once more and found herself pulled to her feet then lifted vertically into the air, displaying his raw power as he circled the ring, holding her upside down with little trouble before he completed the vertical suplex, slamming her down into the canvas. He didn’t go for the pinfall right away, instead he chose to take up the mount position and started to fire off right and left hands from the mounted position as Phelps ordered him to let her up. Thunder showed little desire to comply with the referee’s commands but before Phelps could intervene further the Dutchman found himself jerked backwards by the hair as Kelly used her strength to pull him away before she dropped down into a neckbreaker on the big man. Kelly quickly rolled away from him and as he started to rise she darted towards the corner, climbing up the turnbuckle pads as surefooted as a cat before she pushed off the top, flinging herself towards Thunder with a crossbody block. And the New Yorker found herself caught in his arms. She kicked her feet uselessly before he hurled her across the ring with a fallaway slam.
Dante: Just like taking out the trash for Luther! I tell you what, they should just stop the match now and give it to him already.
Melissa: That’s not how it works!
Once more the Amsterdam Assassin found himself under attack as he got back to his feet as Whitmore was peppering his body with stiff kicks to his midsection. She managed to land three shots before Thunder caught her swinging leg, stepped forward and swept her standing leg out from underneath her. The Canadian hit the canvas back first and immediately, trying to get to her feet only for Thunder to catch her with a stiff right hook to the side of the jaw that caused her to stagger. He followed it up by grabbing hold of her wrists and sent her in for the ride, catching her on her return and delivered a spinning spinebuster that drove her into the mat. He made the cover and hooked the leg as Phelps slid into position.
Dante: Stop the match already, Misty’s done! Oh wait, covering her is good too.
One…
Two…
Melissa: Another near fall, but Kelly stopped it cold before it was too late! It must have felt like she was dragging a bear across the ring.
As Phelps completed the two count Thunder was dragged backwards off the top of the Ontarian with a loud grunt of effort by Kincaid, who adjusted her grip on his leg and delivered a DDT that drove his right kneecap straight into the canvas. Kelly kept a determined look upon her face as she pushed herself up to her feet quickly, still keeping hold of Thunder’s right leg as she lifted his knee up off the canvas, placed her foot behind it and drove her boot down with a curb stomp. Thunder let out a howl of pain and tried to reach for his knee only for Kelly to deliver another curb stomp to drive his kneecap into the mat. Still the New Yorker kept hold of his leg as she let out another grunt while she pulled him towards the ring ropes, laid his foot on the bottom rope, pinning it there with one foot before she bounced and launched herself into the air, bringing all of her weight down upon his knee.
Melissa: There we go! Kelly’s using the strategy from earlier in this match! Take this big man’s legs out from under him, and you’ve made things a lot easier on yourself.
Dante: Just give him time, he’ll be throwing her around like a sack of garbage again before much longer.
Kincaid rose back to her feet and began to stomp away at his knee before she pulled Luther upwards, only to jerk his head down into a single knee facebreaker. He staggered backwards before Kelly drove another knee into his face causing him to fall backwards to the mat. Quickly Kelly moved to his feet, grabbed hold of his legs and locked in a figure four, putting all the pressure on his right knee, propping herself up on one hand as she drove the other into the side of the joint. Luther looked to be in agony but refused to quit as Phelps asked him the question. He began to roll and writhe in pain as Kelly added further pressure in the submission hold, still refusing to quit though letting out a cry of pain as he did so and looked to be close to tapping out only for the pressure to suddenly get relieved thanks to an elbow from Misty to Kelly’s chest.
Dante: I don’t know who told these two to try for submissions, because they got some bad advice. One, I don’t remember the last time Luther quit. And two, it’s a triple threat and it’s almost always going to fail in that kind of match.
Melissa: Are you trying to come back as a manager or something?
The New Yorker rolled away and came to her feet only to find Misty lying in the wait. The Canadian took two quick steps forwards, closing the distance to her opponent before she left her feet and delivered a lungblower that sent the former acrobat falling back into the corner. Thunder rolled under the bottom rope as Misty fired off kicks into Kelly’s middle before she pulled her away from the turnbuckles and sent her barrelling across the ring to the opposite corner. As Kincaid neared the corner she managed to put on the brakes and hop over the top rope to land on her feet on the apron as Misty was close behind her. The Canadian also stopped herself before she hit the turnbuckles and turned to face Kelly as the acrobat ducked between the ropes with an attempted shoulder thrust, Misty stepping backwards as she brought her knee up and caught her foe in the face. Kelly hung over the middle rope and Misty used the bottom rope as a springboard to deliver a double footstomp into the back of her head that saw Kelly fall back through the ropes and to mat. Misty dropped and made the cover, hooking her leg as she did so.
Melissa: Kelly’s gotta be out cold! Misty’s getting the title shot!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Dante: Oh please! I already told you this match belonged to Luther! Why don’t you listen to me?!
At the last moment, Kelly’s hand came up to grab hold of the ring rope to break up the pin. Misty looked at the referee for a moment as she took in the two count that she was being shown and finally nodded her head as she pulled Kelly up to her feet, pushing her back into the corner before she Irish whipped her across to the other side, dropping to her knees as she did so. Kelly hit the opposite corner and slumped down slightly as the Canadian began to pound her fists into the mat. The crowd matched her tempo, solidly behind her as she got quicker and quicker before exploded forward and caught Kincaid square in the chest and jaw with the People’s Decree knee strike. Misty landed on her feet as Kelly stumbled forward straight into her opponent’s clutches before Misty slammed her down into the mat with a Spanish fly. Once more she made the pin on Kelly.
Melissa: PEOPLE’S DECREE!! THAT’LL DO IT!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dante: Can someone just hit her with a tire iron or something? Seriously! What does it take to keep that woman down?
At the last moment, Kelly’s shoulder popped up from the canvas to break the fall. Misty ran her hands over her face, pulling at her skin a little in disbelief as the referee showed her the two count, once more nodding her head in acceptance of the count as she came to her feet while the New Yorker rolled to the ropes, but didn’t get to press home her advantage thanks to Luther picking her up from behind and slammed her down onto the canvas with a side suplex. Thunder pulled Misty upwards, favouring his right knee as he rose to his feet and lifted Whitmore onto his shoulders and slammed her down into the mat once more with a rolling fireman’s carry slam. He held his knee for a moment before he pulled himself up to his feet with the help of the ring ropes. With a wicked smile he looked down at Misty as he kept his hands gripped around the top rope before he jumped up onto the middle and into a springboard splash that connected perfectly across her ribcage. Once more he reached for his knee for just a second after landing the move before he fell across Misty and hooked her leg to make the cover.
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Melissa: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Luther hit a springboard of any kind, and I’m amazed Misty got her shoulder up!
Dante: I’d call it instinct, but that would imply it was smart!
It’s Misty’s turn to get her shoulder up at the last moment, Phelps immediately waving off the three count and showing the two count to Luther who stared at the officials fingers wild eyed before he accused him of being a heathen sinner, non-believer, son of a Babylonian… and a couple of other choice biblical insults. Phelps still told him it was just a two count, causing Luther to take a deep breath, look to the heavens and forgive the official as the Amsterdam Assassin made it to his feet. Thunder backed away across the ring, waiting for Misty to rise as he spotted Kelly getting to her feet and rounded on her, catching her with three vicious knee lifts into her gut before he piefaced backwards, sending her through the ropes. Kincaid caught herself on the middle rope, managing to land on the apron and roll back into the ring while Thunder had all his attention on the rising Canadian wrestler. Slowly Misty got to her feet and looking a little unsteady she turned to face the Dutchman. As she did so, Luther skipped forward and delivered the Thunderstruck superkick to Whitmore, driving his left boot into her jaw as his right leg buckled - Luther dropping to his knees as Misty fell back to the canvas. Thunder grimaced slightly, holding his right knee before he started to crawl towards Misty. He never got there, however, as Kelly spotted her chance and nipped forward, wrapping her arms around his head and drove him face first into the mat with the Clipped Wings headlock driver. Thunder rolled onto his back and Kelly dove on top of him to make the cover, hooking his leg as she did so.
Melissa: CLIPPED WINGS! KELLY’S GOING TO EXTREME PREJUDICE!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Dante: See, this is why Kelly and Luther should have been teaming Misty this entire match!
Thunder didn’t move a muscle, instead Misty came flying in in the nick of time and caught Kelly with an elbow drop across her shoulders to break up the pinfall. Whitmore held her jaw as she forced herself to scurry up to her feet. Kincaid slowly rose upwards and the moment she was back to a vertical base, Misty launched towards her and drove her head down into the canvas with an inverted spike hurricanrana - the Ad Astra. Misty dove upon her, hooking both her legs as she made the pinfall.
Dante: Not the AD ASTRA!!
One…
Two…
...THREE!!!!
Melissa: SHE DID IT!! MISTY’S GOT HERSELF A TITLE SHOT!!
Phelps brought his hand down for the third time and called for the bell as Misty rolled away and laid back on the canvas breathing heavily.
John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall…. MISTY WHITMORE!!!!
Dante: I hope Misty goes out and buys herself a lottery ticket tonight, because that was the definition of dumb luck right there!
Melissa: Oh shut up! Misty Whitmore has punched her ticket into the SVW Championship match at Extreme Prejudice. And coming up, we’ll find out if it’s Emma or Steph awaiting her!
Phelps helped her to her feet and raised her hand in the air as CK rolled in to check on Kelly, helping her to a sitting position as she looked up at Misty with a slight look of frustration before she pushed the rest of her way to her feet and offered the Canadian a handshake. Misty took it with a nod of appreciation before they both turned and saw Luther getting back to his feet. The Dutch Devil glared at both of them for a couple of moments before he backed up and left the ring, heading up the entrance ramp slowly with a scowl. Kelly also left the ring as Misty headed towards the corner, climbing up onto the turnbuckles and getting a loud cheer from the crowd as she raised her hands in the air. She headed to the next corner, getting another loud cheer from the crowd as she celebrated her victory, telling the camera that she was coming for the SVW Championship before the show cut elsewhere.
Stryfe Makes Right
The show heads back to the ring before the main event when the fans hear the familiar lyrics of “We Fall We Fall” from Dead Celebrity Status. The live crowd gives a very loud reception as soon as they hear 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.
The owner of SVW steps out onto the stage, looking out over the Atlanta crowd before adjusting his cufflinks. He heads towards the ring, and up the stairs to go inside. John hands him a microphone as he looks around at all the fans, waiting for his music to fade.
Alexander: There always seems to be something that needs to be addressed, doesn’t there? Thank you for that warm reception, Atlanta. And after many of the things we’ve seen here tonight, it appears there is more than one situation that requires….
Fans: OVERSIGHT!
Melissa: That’s like the weirdest catchphrase, but it works.
Dante: I find it obnoxious.
Alexander: Precisely. Let’s start with the travesty that took place in the Defiance Championship match. What took place there will not be acceptable. I would like to inform both Misha LeCavalier and Luci you will both be getting a rematch at our next Pay Per View, Extreme Prejudice….in a gauntlet match! Sunny likes adversity, she will have it. It will begin with her facing Misha LeCavalier for the Defiance title. Whoever wins will have an immediate defense against Luci following that match, also for the championship. And the referee has explicit instructions that if or she sees any of Sunny’s followers at ringside during one or both of her title defenses, she will be immediately stripped of the championship!
Dante: How is that fair to Sunny?!
Melissa: Completely and totally fair!
This gets quite the pop from the crowd as Stryfe listens to the reaction, giving an affirmative nod before he continues.
Alexander: Now that brings me to the last bit of business I should address. Recently, I made it very clear that you will get to decide who the next Vice President of SVW will be. And I have found three candidates that I feel are worthy of your votes. Allow me to introduce you to them, and you will be hearing from them in the weeks to come The first candidate is a man I know better than anyone, my brother, Jacob Stryfe.
Jacob steps out onto the stage in a suit, his hands clasped behind his back as he nods towards his brother. The crowd gives him a mild reaction.
Melissa: The boss’ brother and Mel Avilo’s boyfriend could make an interesting Vice President, but I’m curious to see who else is on the list.
Dante: No one good, most likely.
Alexander: The second candidate is a man who was once the General Manager of Aggression, and has been quite a major part of SVW, Mark Horton!
“I Made It” by Kevin Rudolf begins to play as Mark heads out onto the stage to a loud response from the crowd. He exchanges glances with a slightly perturbed Jacob standing a few feet from him on the stage before waving to the crowd.
Melissa: YES!! That’s the one I’m voting for right there! I’d love to see him back in SVW after the way he was canned by the last Vice President!
Dante: Yeah, he’d be the best president since Noriega.
Alexander: And finally, a man I think might find his talents are more useful here, not to mention more appreciated. Your final choice for the Vice Presidency….
“Money and the Power” by Kid Ink begins to play before the COO of FFW steps out onto the stage. The fans give Seth the loudest reaction, causing him to smile.
Melissa: Wait a minute, isn’t that---
Dante: Yes. Yes, it is. Somewhere at a private estate in Los Angeles, a couple tables just flipped over.
Alexander: Seth Star! Ladies and gentlemen, all three of these men will be sharing their visions with you in the coming weeks! And then, it’s up to you! Good luck to you all!
The three men on the stage exchange glances before we cut to the video package for the SVW Championship.
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A quick commercial for the Midas Touch Battle Royal at Extreme Prejudice airs before we head back to the ring. The arena is darkened with a spotlight over the ring announcer, signifying the main event is next.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SVW Championship!
Melissa: Here we go! The biggest prize in SVW is on the line, and I don’t envy Steph Stefano in the least in the task ahead.
Dante: Me either, we agree there. I’m pretty sure Emma will pick up her reign right where she left off.
Black and blue lights douse the arena as “The Great Pandemonium” starts up on the PA system, and dry ice begins to rise from beneath the stage. As the softer beginningof the introduction plays, Ryan Mackenzie walks out from the back, bringing a chorus of boos from the crowd.
On a silent shore, I confronted fear.
I spoke to God, but he wasn’t there.
The sun is down and the war begun.
Assemble the great pandemonium!
The songtruly kinds in at this moment, and as it does, Emma MacNamara comes through the curtain, raising the jeering from the crowd. Emma stands beside Ryan and the two look at each other, grins on the faces as they apparently enjoy the reaction they’re getting. Turning to face the ring, the pair begin their walk to ringside.
One more down by the book of Babylon.
One more down, in accordance with my fate.
One long drift ‘cross the lake of Avalon.
One more trip that I must create.
And my…
Eyes sweep a shore that was always there,
A blood red line in the Sonisphere.
I can’t resolve where it’s coming from,
I sense it’s the great pandemonium!
John: Introducing first/And her opponent/And their opponent, from Glasgow, Scotland! Weighing in at 140 pounds, please welcome “PRETTY LITTLE PSYCHO” EMMAAAAAA MACNAMARAAAAAAAAAA!
The pair walk down, occasionally having to shift themselves as fans try to touch them. Reaching the bottom, Emma removes her jacket and hands it to a ringside attendant, while Ryan has moved to the apron, where he reaches down to help Emma up, and then allows her through the ropes.
One more day by the pits of Hell.
Just one more, when even yesterday was too late.
One more thought that I had to sell.
One last trick that you can’t debate
Emma walks over to her corner, where she pulls herself onto the middle turnbuckle. FOr only a moment, she looks around, disdain on her face at the sight of the crowd before she jumps back off and Ryan joins her in the corner. As the word “debate” is sung, the music cuts out and the lights return to normal.
Melissa: Emma, along with her fiance, is not happy how her SVW Championship reign went, it was fairly lackluster. Tonight though, she looks to fix that by whatever means necessary.
Dante: Of course, she does. Everyone in this company would want to be SVW Champion. And if they don’t want to be, they need to put in their resignations now.
“God money I'll do anything for you. God money just tell me what you want me to.
God money nail me up against the wall. God money don't want everything he wants it all.
No you can't take it! No you can't take it! No you can't take that away from me!
No you can't take it! No you can't take it! No you can't take that away from ME..!”
The strange wails of “Head Like A Hole” begin to sing out as fog begins to envelope the top of the ramp and a green spotlight begins to try and cut through the haze of the fog. The hands of the many fans begin to reach through the fog, giving the image similarity to the souls of the damned reaching up through the abyss. Suddenly two figures begin to emerge through the thick green smog and make their way down to the ramp. The Witch of Wall Street is reading a newspaper as she walks to the ring, joined by Christian Kincaid. Around her waist is her title belt secured snuggly.
“HEAD LIKE A HOLE! BLACK AS YOUR SOUL!
I’D RATHER DIE THAN GIVE YOU CONTROL!
HEAD LIKE A HOLE! BLACK AS YOUR SOUL!
I’D RATHER DIE THAN GIVE YOU CONTROL!”
John: Accompanied to the ring by Christian Kincaid... From Berkeley, California and weighing in tonight at 170 pounds... She is THE WITCH OF WALL STREET AND YOUR SVW CHAMPION... THIS IS *THE* STEPH STEFANO!
Steph rolls her newspaper up and talks with Christian a few moments. After nodding she rolls into the ring, and runs to the nearest turnbuckle, one foot on the top and the other on the second. Look out to the cheering crowd among green spotlights she removes her title from her waist and raises it to the cheering crowd before hopping down as the lights return to normal.
Melissa: It was Criminal Intent that Steph Stefano finally cashed in her Midas Touch contract, and walked out with the SVW Championship! And her first challenger could be her last standing across the ring from her.
Dante: You can change could to will actually. Since that night, I guarantee you a day hasn’t gone by when Emma wasn’t thinking about what she was going to do to Steph first chance she got.
Senior referee Angela Rocca took the title from Steph, and held it above her head. A quick show of it to Emma before John took it with him, the referee called for the bell. The two women stared across at one another in the ring, both then glancing towards the SVW Championship at the table before tearing across the ring at one another. The fists began to fly as Steph drove Emma back into the ropes. The fists continued landing before Steph fired her across to the far side. A Thesz press followed that as the champion unloaded with big right hands, and got right back to her feet to a pop from the crowd. Emma wasn’t up but a second after that, spinning Steph around. Stefano was ready for her though, scooping her for an inverted atomic drop. Emma stumbled backwards against the ropes before Steph sent her over the top rope to the floor with a clothesline.
Melissa: The SVW Champion is fired up, and Emma just got dumped outside like it was trash pickup day on the block!
Dante: Emma’s not going to overpower Steph in any situation, she definitely has to find a way to bring her down to the mat and keep her there.
Ryan shared a few words with his fiance before Emma rolled back under the bottom rope into the ring. Steph was there to greet her with a running shoulder tackle that drove her back into the nearest corner. Five quick thrusts into her ribs slowed the challenger down before Steph rose up, and shot her across to the far corner. Stefano followed her in with a big boot across the jaw, rocking her against the corner before the champion scooped her up and delivered a running Samoan drop to drive Emma’s back into the mat. The brunette hopped to her feet, rebounding off the near side into a rolling senton onto Emma followed by a hook of her leg for the cover.
Melissa: The champ’s looking to put Emma away right here!
ONE!!
TW----NOPE!!
Emma shoved Steph off the cover as the two was about to strike, and rolled towards the ropes. The champion immediately went to get her with a running knee to the ribs as she got up. It caught Emma flush before Steph hoisted her up with ease, using a backbreaker across her knee to put her back on the mat.
Dante: Steph’s getting into her comfort zone now. She’s got backbreakers for days, and there’s just the first of what may be many before the match is over.
Emma grabbed the ropes to get up again as Steph grabbed her around the waist, and tried to pull her away. But the challenger darted towards the ropes, and lowered her head. The top rope caught Steph across the chest with a clothesline, sending her backwards before Emma used the middle rope for a springboard into a roundhouse kick that floored the champion where she stood. The blue-haired challenger got back to her feet, catching her breath with a look of irritation down at the champion.
Dante: That was brilliant right there. I think Steph was going for an O’Connor roll, but Emma let the rope be her partner to set up that nasty kick!
Melissa: Concussive force from that roundhouse has put the champion flat on her back here, and now Emma Mac is in firm control.
The champion started to get up, eating a kick to the ribs followed by repeated stomps from Emma to her head and body. She finally let up, and pulled the champion up with her. She grabbed her head, and took off for the corner with a bulldog into the middle turnbuckle. Stefano stumbled backwards into the waiting arms of the challenger with a Russian leg sweep. Emma dropped to her knees, and pounded elbows into her head repeatedly. Stefano weakly pushed her away, and tried to roll in the other direction. But Emma was already back to her feet, darting towards her with a double knee drop into her back when she tried to get up. A camel clutch followed that before the referee moved into position to check for a submission.
Dante: Emma’s slowing the pace down to her speed, and that’s exactly what she needed to do. I think Steph was trying to go for broke from the bell, and Emma weathered that storm very well.
Melissa: Steph can’t use her power or especially those backbreakers from this position. It’s also worth noting the champion has a decided experience disadvantage as well.
Steph tried to push up to her hands and knees, but Emma stopped that by letting go long enough to jump and crash down across her back with all her body weight. She went right back to the camel clutch, holding it with one hand to drive elbows into the top of her head before using both hands. Rocca checked to see if the champion wanted to stop, and got a very obvious no. Stefano tried to find the ropes, reaching to the side since they looked closest. Her arm wasn’t long enough as her fingertips were just barely an inch shy. Instead, she kicked her foot under the bottom rope. Rocca gave Emma a four count before she let go of the hold. She grabbed Steph’s feet, and used her for a catapult that sent Steph’s neck across the bottom rope.
Dante: If Steph wants to rely on the ropes so much, Emma’s gonna let her choke on them. If I had to use the ropes, I’d just tell the referee to stop the match.
Melissa: Yeah, right! What the hell is wrong with you? That was a very wise decision by the champion, but unfortunately for her, the challenger isn’t relenting in the least.
Steph clutched her throat as she rolled away from the ropes, and tried to get back to her feet. Emma pulled her head between her legs, and left her feet with a piledriver! Steph collapsed onto the mat before Emma made the cover with a hook of the leg.
Melissa: Steph fell apart like a house of cards after that piledriver, and Emma’s three seconds from being a two time champion!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TH-NOOOOPE!!!
Steph’s shoulder popped up before the three came down, which seemed to bring a smile to Emma’s face as she got back to her feet. Repeated stomps to the back of her head followed that before Emma headed to the corner, and began to remove the bottom turnbuckle pad.
Dante: Oh, this won’t be pretty! I think Steph is about to eat that metal retaining arm underneath the padding! This is gonna be tremendous!
The challenger doubled back and grabbed Steph’s feet again, positioning her face under the exposed bottom turnbuckle. She looked at the crowd with a sick smile on her face. But when she looked back, Steph pulled her knees up and sent Emma face first into the top turnbuckle instead. The champion rolled out of harm’s way, and made it back to her feet. As Emma turned to face her, Steph scooped her up for a spinebuster that brought the crowd back to life. She stumbled backwards to lean against the ropes, When Emma started to get up again, Steph whipped her across with an Irish whip, and caught her coming back with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
Melissa: That spinebuster brought Atlanta to its feet, and the champion is beginning to rebuild some momentum here!
Dante: Well it’s Atlanta, there’s really not much else for them to get excited about. Have you seen the Hawks playing lately?
Emma rolls onto her stomach to try to get back to her feet, while Steph circles around behind her with her arms out. The challenger finally makes it before Steph delivers her jumping reverse bulldog, which is immediately followed by a cover!
Dante: WALK OF SHAME! Something I’ve heard Steph is very familiar with, by the by.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THRE-NOPE!!!
Emma gets her shoulder up in time, and Steph immediately heads for the ropes. The challenger starts to get back to her feet as Steph clobbers her from behind with a clothesline that sends her stumbling into the ropes before she gets spun around into a pop-up lariat!
Melissa: DEBT COLLECTOR!! Steph’s firing on all cylinders, and there’s the cover!
While Steph had a tight cover and a leg hooked, she noticed there was no count. When she glanced around, she saw Ryan up on the apron with the referee’s attention. A glance towards Christian saw him darting around the corner, and yanking Emma’s fiance off the apron. Finally, Rocca turned back and slid into position for the cover.
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Emma kicked out at two, and Steph took a deep breath before letting the referee know she had a cover for some time.
Dante: Now she’s complaining because the referee was doing her job and getting a manager off the apron. This woman is never happy, Melissa.
Emma got up during this discussion slowly. Steph spun towards her to nail her with a right hand, but the challenger blocked it and returned fire with an European uppercut. The champion staggered backwards before Emma grabbed her head into a single knee facebreaker. The challenger rolled towards the ropes, sitting against them to pull herself together before pulling them to get back to her feet. She headed for the corner, and made her way to the top rope. Waiting till Steph was back up and facing her, she came off the top rope with a double knee drop into Steph’s chest before hooking both of her legs as she sat on top of her for the cover.
Dante: Emma using a shiranui, and she’s got Steph folded up like origami! The title’s coming home!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Steph kicked out after the two count, and Emma got back to her feet. She glanced back towards the corner, and headed in that direction with Steph still prone on the canvas.
Melissa: I’m not sure what Emma has in mind here, we could see her headscissors DDT from the high rent district or something else entirely!
Emma perched herself on the top rope, and left her feet with a diving headbutt. But Steph rolled out of the way. Emma’s head smacked the canvas as Steph rolled to her feet with a stumble, due to everything she had absorbed. Emma stumbled as she tried to get up, clutching her head before Steph spun her around into a lifting side slam followed by a cover!
Melissa: WITCHMADE!!! Steph nailed it, and that’ll do it for Emma!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOO!!
Emma’s shoulder came up as Steph looked at Rocca to be sure it was just a two. The champion looked back down at Emma with some alarm on her face.
Dante: Yeah, keep staring at her, champ! That’ll get you the win! Emma’s tougher than Steph, you, or these morons in Atlanta even knew!
As Steph was getting to her feet, Emma raked her fingers across her eyes. It blinded the brunette as Emma struggled to get to her feet. Stefano came in from behind her, only for Emma to catch her with a Pele kick that dropped her again. The challenger made her way back to the corner once again, and made her way up top. Steph rolled over onto her back as Emma dove off the top rope with her high angle senton bomb! But the champion brought her knees up, and Emma crashed right across them! The crowd came to its feet again as the champion rolled to her feet
Melissa: We almost saw a FALL FROM GRACE, but all Emma got was two big knees in the back! Stefano’s up again!
Dante: She wasn’t supposed to do that!
Emma rolled onto her hands and knees, one hand clutching her back as Steph barreled off the ropes with a punt kick to the head that snapped Emma’s head back. The champion dove on top of her with a tight hook of the leg.
Melissa: Good lord, one HEADLINE to rule them all!!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Rocca called for the bell as Steph rolled off the cover. The crowd roared in approval as she got back to her feet, joined by Christian as he and the referee raised her hands.
John: The winner of this match….AND STIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLL SVW Champion…….’THE’ STEPH STEFANNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Steph was handed her title back before she climbed up to the middle rope to show it to the crowd. The fans responded loudly as Christian applauded her. When she hopped back down, he raised her hand again.
Melissa: Steph Stefano overcame one hell of a threat to her reign tonight, and the SVW Championship is gonna sleep on a mattress full of money!
Dante: Okay, she won. Let’s move on here. She’d never be able to do it again, but she fluked out tonight. And she can--
The music starts, as the crowd quiets. A spotlight appears at the top of the ramp…but after a few moments nobody shows. The spotlight starts combing the arena, followed by another spotlight, and a third as the song starts.
Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR, transmissions will resume
They'll try to, push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that, we will never see the truth around
(So come on!)
The spotlights race around for a moment until one finally stops in the middle of the crowd, revealing Misty standing at the bottom of the ramp with a smile.
Melissa: It’s the new number one contender!
Steph looked down at Misty on the floor, the color slightly draining from her face as she looked down at the smiling #1 contender who was applauding her.
Dante: The one person who has had Steph’s number….again and again! Ahahahahah!! I think Steph Stefano’s title reign just flashed before her eyes!
As Steph had a long look down at her next challenger smiling up to her, Fearless faded off the air.
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