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Live from the SAP Center at San Jose in San Jose, California
October 14, 2018
The SVW logo swings through the screen with a Tarzan-like yell before it shatters, and we open on what looks to be a snowy tundra. Someone wrapped in furs is shown walking past the camera with the sounds of growling at her side. We then see a wolf sniffing the ground. It stops in its tracks, and starts growling.
The person wrapped in furs is clearly a female as she looks ahead, and sees approaching danger in the distance. She glances behind her, holds up her hands and lets out a whistle as a group begins to appear coming from the other direction. She looks back to them with a nod, and then back across to the approaching danger.
To the haters, the takers, the liars, all the vultures and the bottom feeding scum
The FCC, the FBI and every tin god with a badge and a gun
You talk and talk, you preach and bitch but your words don't mean a thing
You get what you give, you give what you get
Just the way it's always been
The woman wrapped in furs pulls one away from her mouth to show it’s Marla Lee, and the men and women approaching her from behind include Misty Whitmore, Shane Atwater, Paul James, and Sunny among others. Her wolf begins growling louder and barking as they all look across the approaching danger, including the Brazilian Storm, Jo McFarlane, and Mallory Bennett.
I choose death before dishonor
I'd rather die than live down on my knees
Bury me like a soldier, with my dignity!
Marla looks behind her once again, getting a nod from those with her before they look back to the other group. They both take off towards each other with the wolf howling. The shot immediately changes inside the arena as Five Finger Death Punch’s “Death Before Dishonor” plays over the PA system with fireworks erupting from the posts and along the stage.
Melissa: Welcome to San Jose, California in front of 17,368 fans from all over the country have converged on a night where FFW and SVW will go to war! On a night where the SVW Championship is on the line when Misty Whitmore challenges Shane Atwater!
Dante: There’s tons of title matches tonight, not just the SVW title! But you’re right about FFW and SVW facing off! This is entirely SVW’s fault, and tonight they’ll get what’s coming to them from what is obviously a superior brand collection of talent from FFW!
Melissa: Don’t you start with that crap already! We are sold out here in the SAP Center at San Jose for the final Pay Per View of 2018 in SVW! And it promises to be a night we won’t soon forget! Let’s stop talking about it, and send it up to John!
Dante: Yeah, that’s you, Youle! Go!
“Twin Killers” by Deerhoof begins to play before a shadowbox pops up from the stage with figures inside of it, each posing identically back to back. The box slides back into the stage, revealing the twins each with a lollipop in their mouths as they look to the camera with a grin. Joined by their manager, the girls head towards the ring showing mostly disinterest in the fans before throwing their suckers out into the crowd. The hop up onto the apron, step over the middle rope, giving the fans on either side a view before they smile to the camera and step inside with Christian joining them.
John: Making Their way to the ring from Santa Monica CA, the provocative pair, the tantalizing twins, the desireable Dead Ringers!!!
They start bouncing on the balls of their feet in the corner, discussing something with Christian as the lights come back up for the match.
Melissa: First match of the night, and one of the teams feature in this one will get a shot at the SVW Tag Team Championships later down the line! Entering, first, the--
Dante: The winners of this match, simply put. When the other team is a duet of children with no manners and no feathers to their cap, how can they expect to make waves in SVW's gigantic tag team division?
Melissa: ... you know they've defeated Isis Morales and River Campbell a couple times already, don't you?
Dante: They're in the Chaos Tag Division, I don't know what you're talking about.
Storming through the party like my name was El Niño!
When I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino!
As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name!
I trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came!
Sum 41’s Fat Lip rips through the speakers as Candice Bell and Lizbeth Howlett bounce out from the back and onto the ramp. Liz has on a hand-made “Troublemakers” hat while Candice wears a homemade team t-shirt over her ring gear. The duo sing aloud the lyrics as they stand at either sides of the ramp, hyping the crowd.
I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never going, never showing up when we had to.
Attention that we crave don't tell us to behave,
I'm sick of always hearing act your age.
The duo practically skip down the ramp, slapping hands and getting selfies with fans. Candice stops and takes off the shirt, handing it to a fan while Liz does the same with her hat, handing it to a kid in the audience.
John: At a combined weight of 240lbs, coming to us from Miami, Florida....they are Lizbeth Howlett and Candice Bell...The TROUBLEMAKERS!
I don't want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society.
I'll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.
They climb onto the apron side by side, Candice bouncing on the ropes as Liz casually lays along the apron a moment. Candice jumps over the ropes into the ring and Liz rolls in after her, the team rush the corners to hype the crowd further as their music quiets and the match is set to begin.
Melissa: Well, whatever you think about the Trouble Makers, the truth is that they've turned some heads since they've arrived... As well as turned some opponents back as it is, and they're ready to go face Rönin for the belts... Or whoever's holding the straps when they get there!
Dante: Already giving them the victory, Melissa? Here I thought you were a professional, and as such had to remain neutral in situations like these.
Melissa: The bells haven't even rung once tonight and I already need you to shut up.
The match begins with Lizbeth coming out of the Trouble Makers' corner, as... well, one of the twins walk out of the Dead Ringers' corner (we're just going to assume it's Casey). The two women walks up to the cetner of the ring, studying one another, and eventually go for a collar and elbow tie-up. Lizbish seesm to get the early advantage on Casey, but the Dead Ringer twirls and grabs Howlett by the wrist, whipping her to the ropes. As the speedster Liz hits the ropes, Casey drops to the mat, forcing Liz to leap over her. She quickly gets up as Liz goes all the way across the ring, and then swings her arm to catch the brunette Trouble Maker with a lariat on the comeback. Liz ducks under Casey's lariat and just keeps running, making her way to the ropes once more and then leaping onto the second rope, springing herself backwards and then smothering the Carnal One into the mat with a crossbody! She quickly rolls off of Casey, and the two women quickly get up. Liz dashes to the ropes again and builds up a little bit more speed, proceeding to leap for Casey Lynn's shoulders, and then brings her down to the mat with a hurricanrana!
Melissa: Strong start by Liz Howlett here, taking the match right to... uh... which one of them is in the ring? Can you tell them apart, Dante?
Dante: One of them has a spot on her glutes.
Melissa: How the hell do you expect me to figure them out with an information like THAT?! Am I supposed to stare at their asses all night-- Oh. OOOOOH.
Liz seems to feel the energy from the crowd pumping her up as she smirks and grabs Casey by the head to bring her up. However, Casey reacts by lifting Liz up and bringing her down with a kneeling leg breaker. Liz yelps as she stumbles over herself for a second, and as she turns her back to Casey, the twin takes the chance to leap for her back, connecting with a backstabber! Liz comes to her knees as Casey gets up and then dashes to the ropes to pick up speed. Aiming at Liz's chest, Casey leaps and launches a dropkick, but Howlett manages to get out of harm's way, and Casey helplessly crashes into the mat. Rolling over, Liz tries to jump to her corner to get a tag with Candice, but Casey notices the attempt and grabs Liz's legs and drags her a little bit away from the corner and stomps her stomach to double her over. As Liz curls up in a semi-fetal position, Casey proceeds to knot her legs around her owns, proceeding to put Liz in a figure-4 leg lock!
Dante: And look at that! The perfect blend between technique and high speed action by "Carnal" Casey Lynn!
Melissa: So you just keep staring at their asses to figure out which is who, yeah? I thought you were married!
Dante: Aren't you a lesbian or something? Don't tell me you have an issue with analyzing a woman's glutes to figure out who she is!
Melissa: THAT. IS NOT. THE POINT!!!
Lizbeth groans as she attempts to crawl over to her corner in spite of her legs being tied up, and that's when Candice decides to act, jumping into the ring and grabbing Liz's hands, literally dragging her partner closer to her corner! Casey, Stacy AND the referee seem to be livid with this, as all three of them tell Candice to go back to her corner and stay out of the ring. She does exactly that, except as soon as she's in her rightful position, she makes the tag with Liz, immediately jumping back into the ring and smacking Casey with a haymaker straight out of a boxing match.
Melissa: ... WELL, that's one way to tag into a match!
Casey collapses immediately, and Candice mounts on top of her for a ground-pound session. The referee attempts to jump in to tell Candice to knock it off, but he's distracted by Stacy pointing at the Trouble Makers' corner, as if Lizbeth was about to pull something off. And as the referee looks at the other corner, Stacy jumps into the ring and big boots the everloving taste out of Candice's face! Candice collapses backwards, and Stacy readily dumps her twin out of the ring, taking her place in the match. Liz is pointing and yelling like crazy at the blatant switcheroo, but when the ref looks back at the action, there's only one twin inside the ring.
Melissa: Well, ASSUMING it was Casey Lynn in the ring just now, Stacy Anne just pulled off a perfect crime, and the referee's all like "well, nothing to see here, folks!"
Dante: What are you talking about? That's Stacy Anne inside the ring all this time. It was her before and it's her now.
Melissa: How much do they pay you to kiss that much ass? No, really, I just need to know.
Stacy grabs Candice by the head and forces her to get back up to her feet, putting her in a side headlock in the sequence. From there, she executes a hiptoss, throwing Candace to the mat and then going with her so to keep the headlock tightly applied. She keeps applying the torque to Candice's neck, and the blonde begins to thrash about in an attempt to show the referee she's being illegally choked. The referee buys into the acting and jumps in to read Stacy the Riot Act, which goes ignored. This prompts the referee to count her out, and it's at a solid count of 4 that the Steamy One lets go of the hold, as Candice rolls over gasping. Stacy Anne immediately gets in the ref's face telling that Candice is acting, but the ref is adamant in enforcing the illegal chokehold rule. And behind his back, Candice (while still "gasping") smirks.
Dante: Look at that blatant acting! Candice Bell was NOT being choked!
Melissa: But the referee bought into it, and the Trouble Makers get an opening! Now to see if Candice can capitalize on that!
Stacy forces Candice to get back up, but Candice decides to react, as she throws an elbow shot to her opponent's head. Stacy takes a couple of steps backwards, but quickly reacts by throwing an elbow shot of her own. Candice answers to that with an uppercut to Stacy's jaw. Stacy answers with a backhand to the face. Candice growls and dashes to the ropes behind her, picking up speed... And as she jumps to catch Stacy with a flying move, Stacy jams her thumb into Candice's throat, and NOW she's gasping for real! As the blonde collapses, coughing and hacking, the twin grins and taunts the Trouble Maker, telling her that her acting is much better now. From there, Stacy moves to her corner and tags Casey "back in". Casey gladly enters the ring and takes Candice down with a well placed leg lariat across the throat. From there, she makes the first cover of the match!
Melissa: A Clear trget now on Candice Bell's throat, and Casey Lynn goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO-- NOPE! Candice kicks out with authority.
Shaking her head, Casey lifts Candice back to her feet... only for Candice to roll Casey up in a schoolgirl pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE-- NOPE!!! Casey rolls away from Candice, and as the two wrestlers get up, Casey sweeps Candice's legs! The blonde crashes, and Casey immediately hooks both her legs for another attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
NOPE!!! Both women quickly get back to their feet and Candice dashes to the ropes to pick up speed... Only for Casey to strike her with a dropkick that sends Bell backwards like she's just been gunshot!
Melissa: OH MY GOD!!! A picture perfect dropkick right to the sternum sending Candice across the ring, and that looked NASTY!
Dante: Let me fix that for you: that looked BEAUTIFUL! What technique! That's why you don't put world class athletes in the ring with children!
Clutching her chest, Candice squirms around and Casey adds insult to injury as she starts stomping her ribcage for good measure. When she's done with it, she grabs Candice by the hair and lifts her up again, only to drop her to the mat with a German suplex. On her corner, Lizbeth is yelling at her friend to get her shit together and make the tag, but all Candice can do is yell right back ("I'M TRYING, GODDAMN!") The blonde sits up, and Casey grabs her by the head, ready to whip her across the ring. Candice reacts quickly and reverts the whip, grabbing Casey by the head and throwing her out of the ring as the twin flies out of the square between the top and mid ropes! As she crashes at ringside, Stacy IMMEDIATELY dashes into the ring, jumping Candice with punches and ax handles, and that prompts Lizbeth to jump in as well, striking Stacy with a big boot up the head that makes her roll out of the ring as well, crashing at ringside right beside her sister. As the Wood twins reground at ringside, Candice and Lizbeth look at one another, nod, and then dash to the opposite ropes, building up momentum, only to make their way across the ring and leap through the mid and top ropes, flying into the twins with stereo topés suicidas!
Melissa: DOUBLE SUICIDE FLIGHT BY THE TROUBLE MAKERS AND THE DEAD RINGERS ARE... WELL, MOSTLY DEAD AT RINGSIDE!
Dante: That was a horrible joke and you should be ashamed!
Melissa: I bear enough shame being your ringside partner, Dante, don't worry about it.
Liz and Candice get back to their feet at ringside and high-ten, only to look at the two twins sprawled out beside them. They look at one of them... Look at the other... And then look at the referee asking him which one of them is the legal one. The referee shrugs in confusion, and then Liz and Candice shrug in confusion and then... The Trouble Makers proceed to eenie-meenie-miney-mo between the two twins. And, of course, because why not, Candice and Liz eventually end up selecting different twins. The tag partners squint at one another, and the Liz just says "well, you're the legal one anyway" and shrugs. Then, going with Bell's choice, the two Trouble Makers pick one of the twins up (for conveniency's sake, we're going to assume it's Stacy) and then throw her back into the ring. Liz proceeds to round the ring to go back to her corner and Candice rolls back into the ring to continue the match. The Trouble Makers then proceed to make a tag, and as Liz hops onto the top rope, Candice does the same in a neutral corner.
Melissa: Well, that's one way to decide who's the legal woman in the match, and now it looks like the Trouble Makers are ready for some KINETIC--
Casey: HEY!!!
Candice, Liz and the ref look at the other twin and ringside and...
Casey: I'M THE LEGAL WOMAN HERE!!!
Dante: Pfffft--HAHAHAHAH! That's what you get for eenie-meenie-miney-ing which opponent you wanna take on!
Candice and Liz can only stare at her with a proper WTF face... And Stacy uses the distraction to jump to Candice's corner and sweep her leg, forcing the blonde to collapse from the top rope! Before she can do the same to Liz, though, the brunette leaps and connects with a missile dropkick to Stacy's chest for her troubles! And before Casey can jump into the ring again, Liz decides she can eat a dropkick as well, sending the other twin to ringside, crashing into the barricade. Now alone in the ring with Stacy, Liz lifts her onto her shoulders and shakes her head... before she pops her upwards and brings her down into her trademark detonation kick! Stacy crumbles semiconscious, and Liz makes a cover!
Melissa: LIZBISH!!! THIS MAY BE ACADEMIC NOW!!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Casey doesn't have the time to jump in to avoid defeat, and Liz comes to her knees, looking for Candice before she gets her hand raised in victory by the referee.
John: The winners of this match... And new #1 contenders for the SVW Tag Team Championships... CANDICE BELL! LIZBETH HOWLETT! THE TROUBLE MAKERS!!!
Dante: This is highway robbery!!! The woman who was pinned was NOT the legal woman! I demand a replay!
Melissa: Oh cry me a river, you sorry little man! The Dead Ringers' confusion tactics backfire and it didn't matter who Lizbeth just pinned! If they want to look the same, they shouldn't complain if either one is defeated! Both have to eat this L!
Liz quickly rolls out of the ring to regroup with a smiling Candice, and the Trouble Makers lift their arms before they lean onto the barricade to celebrate with the crowd. It's on that image that we fade out to a preview for the Pride Championship match.
John: The following match is for... THE SEX & VIOLENCE WRESTLING PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP WITH A TIME LIMIT SET FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES!!
“All Stand Up” by Status Quo starts to play as the young lady runs out onto stage, 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.
John: The young lady approaching the ring comes from Sheffield, England by way of New York City, New York. She is 5’7” tall and weighs 144 lbs….LILLY ARTHUR!!!
Dante: I could name at least fifteen other wrestlers on the Aggression roster more deserving than Lilly Arthur of a Pride championship shot against our dear... Legendary... Pride champion. Okay, ten. Nah, five... Y’know what, forget I said anything about worthwhile competitors.
Melissa: I’ll pretend to be surprised over here. Anyway... Lilly would be quite the welcome sight for a champion. She’ll bring prestige back to the title that has not been seen since Missy.
Dante: Your bias is absolutely disgusting and I am going to inform Lacey of your verbal talent shaming.
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,.....Your SVW Pride Champion…..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.
Dante: Have you ever seen a more perfect Pride champion? That question is rhetorical because of course you have not. No one... No one is stronger, more agile, more talented on the ground, in the air, in every aspect of the wrestling ring than Lacey.
Melissa: Your bias is showing...
DING! DING! DING!
The two wrestlers immediately begin to lock up, but the English wrestler immediately drops to her knees, sliding on the side of Lacey before she forearms the back of the Pride champion’s knee, sweeping her off her feet and immediately jumping at Lacey the moment she’s on all fours, to clutch a gator roll. For a moment it looks as though she has it, but the Pride champion immediately rolls out of the ring, escaping the gator roll as she puts a hand on her lip as Kyle whispered something to her. Lilly Arthur however motioned her back into the ring, dropping into a crouched position as she all but welcomed her to come back in. The Pride champion would not be made a fool of, motioning as though she was going to roll into the ring before rolling out as Lilly rolls her eyes, realizing...
...That Lacey was only doing that to break the ten count as referee Weatherby restarts the ten count while the Pride champion relaxes against the barricade and begins talking things up with Kyle. She begins treating things like she could come back into the ring at any time, and begins asking Kyle how he’s feeling tonight, if he feels like something quaint after the show, or extravagant. Chicken or fish, Surf, turf, or both, you get the idea. Kyle looks as though he’s actually considering it, before shaking his head and commenting that she’ll be the still reigning Pride champion so it is only right that she chooses...
Lilly in the meantime looks as though she’s having enough of all of this before she runs towards the back of the ropes and rebounds, running towards the side where Kyle and Lacey stands, leaping through the ropes and checking the side of Lacey’s jaw with a flying elbow strike!
Melissa: FLYING ELBOW from Lilly and it’s going to take our champ a while to eat solid foods after landing that hit! She looks rattled!
Dante: Lacey is never rattled. If anything, Lacey is allowing Lilly to to show off some of her offense before she ends this quickly. That’s just the kind of decent, upstanding person that Lacey is.
Whether or not Dante is going to continue lapping praise on Lacey is irrelevant as Lacey is trying to pull herself together from that big time elbow upside the jaw. Luckily (unluckily) for her, Lilly is on hand to force Lacey up and back into the ring, rolling her inside. The moment that Lacey stands up she’s treated to a running start from Lilly. The Pride champion believes she’s safe, blocking her challenger with both arms, but Lilly only uses Lacey’s arms as a springboard to execute a front flip, before catching Lacey under the chin with a big time knee upside the chin, causing her to stumble backwards into the corner. She quickly holds a hand up before clapping a VICIOUS knife edge chop across Lacey’s chest... Then again, and again, and again, and again, each time the crowd gasping in awe with each impact that Lacey’s chest eats from the chops. She quickly grabs the wrist of Lacey now, and irish-whips the Pride champion quickly but the champ reverses it and sends Lilly to the ropes. She rushes towards her but Lilly has none of it, raising a boot and letting Lacey running face first into it... When Lacey stumbles back she has no expectation of the beastial german suplex of Lilly’s that flings Lacey up and over into a pin and dropping her RIGHT on the back of her head to boot!
OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TTTTTTTTTWWWWW--!!
..
KICKOUT!!
Melissa: First pin of the night and the challenger is no slouch to be sure. I freaking love how Lilly made use of that suplex though. I’m sure our dear champ felt ALL of it.
Dante: Of course you do. Of course. You don’t care about anything that is worthwhile and good in this world, else you would put all your support because the greatest Pride champion of all time.
Lacey pops her shoulder up... Followed by jaw-jacking Lilly across the mouth with a kneelift, catching her across the jaw. Once Lilly is off of her over, Lacey quickly clamps on with a straightjacket, putting her knee deep into the back of Arthur and pushing her offense for everything it’s worth. Lacey held onto the modified boston crab, digging her knee as far into Lilly’s back as it could go, stopping only to feed a few knee strikes into the back before continued the modified boston crab, burying that knee as deep into the shoulder blades as possible. She asks the English wrestler why she has not quit yet, only in the most flippant of fashions before driving one more knee in the back before telling Weatherby to ask her to quit. That she wanted to give up. Lilly of course does not want to give up, and Weatherby does not assume so but Lacey tells him with all certainty that Lilly wants to quit...
She even told her so.
Dante: I respect Lacey... It’s easy to know your own limits, but to be so capable of squeezing said limits out of your own opponent? She’s the Curtain-Jerk Whisperer.
Melissa: ...And I have to be the one to decipher all the cockamamie crap that comes out of your mouth. I guess that makes me the Idiot Whisperer.
Lilly’s eyes close in pain but she not give up ghost to the Pride champion, putting her hands down flat on the ring before bending them, digging her elbows into the mat and forcibly dragging Lacey and herself towards the ropes. She begins to inch on as the San Jose crowd rallies behind her every step of the way. Lacey is forced to pull her knee from the back of Lilly and stand into a proper crab but that does not stop Arthur, using her arms to continue to pull the Pride champion towards the ropes. Closer, close, closer... Lilly comes within an arm’s reach and stretches her arm...
...Only for Kyle to pull the ropes slightly towards him, as Lilly reaches and her hand grabs... Air. Suddenly Lacey is pulling her RIGHT back towards the center as the crowd boos heartily and Weatherby begins reading Kyle the riot act. Kyle smiles and pats Weatherby on the shoulder, commenting that he’ll remember all of the ref’s complaints the employee evaluation for refs come later towards the end of the year. Weatherby looks aghast for a moment as Lacey bends backwards on the boston crab and Lilly beats the mat in agony. The Pride champion bends SO far backward that she has the crown of the head down with a grin.
Dante: If I was Roger Weatherby I would hold... All of those choice words for my boss to myself. I guess some people don’t care about their jobs.
Melissa: Well if Kyle didn’t OBVIOUSLY pull the ropes away from Lilly’s reach... Ugh, I can’t imagine how much damage has been done to Lilly’s back by now.
Lacey finally breaks the boston crab, rolling away from Lilly as she has a hand on her back, on three... Of all fours. Lacey quickly takes her arm, wrapping it around her leg before slipping over her and putting Lilly into a La Magistral cradle pin as Weatherby slides to make the count.
OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TTTTTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
..
KICKOUT!!
Lilly pops the shoulder up but Lacey is already up and over, running towards the ropes and rebounding back, catching her with a basement big boot to the head of Lilly’s kneeling frame! She drops down to the ground and lays there as the defending champion smiles as smugly as all get out.
Dante: KNEEL BEFORE ME! ...AND YES I WOULD LACEY!! AS SHOULD WE ALL!
Lacey begins dragging the frame of Lilly Arthur towards the corner before flipping her onto her stomach. The crowd gets the feeling that Lacey intends to do as much harm to Lilly’s back as possible, and gets ready to climb... Until she stops.
...A look of unfiltered evil intentions runs across the face of the Pride champion, before she forces Lilly up and HANGS her in the corner, on the ropes of either side of the second turnbuckle. She begins to climb from the outside, looking down at Lilly’s prone form, hanging with her back open for more punishment. She leaps from off the top turnbuckle and attempts to drop a double knee into the spine of Lilly to finish the job that the extended time in the boston crab suffered her, but Arthur PULLS herself onto the apron at the very last second, letting Lacey rattle her own knees in pain! Lilly takes the switch in momentum and immediately slings over the ropes, grabbing them to launch herself into a springboard spear that brings her down onto the mat! Lilly kips up without a second thought before running towards the ropes, bounding off with her shoulders as Lacey stumbles upward, only to catch a side-flip enzuigiri across the side of the head for her trouble! A shock of red hair flies as Lacey drops to the mat!
Melissa: Beautiful step-up enzuigiri from Lilly and it looks like she’s not going to let a roughed up back stop her from rattling the Pride champion’s skull!
Dante: You see rattling the Pride champion’s skull, I see the last throes of a desperate competitor who doesn’t realize she’s going home without that belt!
Lacey however begins pulling her herself upward, this time the one on all fours before Lilly grabs her by the wrist and irish-whips her towards the turnbuckle. She launches her hard and the Pride champion rushes towards the turnbuckle, her entire front meeting the buckles! She hugs her ribs in pain dropping to one knee as Lilly USES her as a springboard, leaping onto the turnbuckle before launching herself off the top and with a beautiful moonsault as she crashes onto Lacey for a pin! The camera catches when Lilly does the moonsault that the brunt of what gets Lacey is Lilly’s knees coming down on her skull!
OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TTTTTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTTTTTHHHHRRREEE--!!
..
KICKOUT!!
The Pride champion gets the hand up but it rolls onto her stomach as Lilly begins to stalk her opponent as the San Jose crowd seems to get the feeling that the end is nigh for Lacey. She tries to force herself up... Before the Pride champ drops back down on her knees, that last rattling of of the head having done enough damage. Lilly herself crouches slightly, though she looks as though it is hurting her to try to keep standing, her back inflamed. Still the crowd knows what’s coming when Lilly makes a square with her hands, focusing on Lacey. The Red Enchantress has to grab a rope to help herself onto her feet and Kyle looks worried here as Lacey stands to her feet near the ropes...
Dante: NNNOOOOOOOO!! THIS HAS TO BE ILLEGAL!
Melissa: CUTTING! EDGE!
The sound of Lilly’s boot from that axe kick sounds like a gunshot the way it cracks the Pride champion across the side of the head... Sending her tumbling out of the ring. Lilly however from the landing is in pain, struggling to get herself back up as what Lacey has done has caught up with her. Lacey however is sprawled out on the ground outside of the ring as Weatherby begins counting her out...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
...Only for Kyle to throw his client’s arm over his shoulder and lift her up, beginning to help her up the ramp! Lilly’s eyes widen and she begins to force herself up, a hand on her back and irritation across her face before she puts a foot out of the ring as Weatherby begins telling her that if she leaves it’ll be a Double DQ!!
SEVEN!
Dante: Why is that moron Weatherby still counting!? This match should be canceled! It’s obvious Lacey can no longer continue the match! If anything he should award it to her based on her valiant efforts in the face of obviously illegal moves.
EIGHT!
Melissa: Lacey is being physically WALKED to the back by her manager! She doesn’t even look conscious!
NINE!
TEN!
DING! DING! DING!
John: The winner of the match due to disqualification... LILLY ARTHUR!! ...BUT STILL YOUR SEX & VIOLENCE WRESTLING PRIDE CHAMPION... LACEY!!
Kyle and Lacey have already disappeared behind the curtain as the crowd is booing furiously. Lilly looks less than pleased, hanging herself onto the ropes to take pressure off her back.
Melissa: That Axe Kick all but laid Lacey out! Lilly had her DEAD TO RIGHTS DANTE!!
Dante: Excuse me. Volume. Do I scream in your ear with a voice that would cause migraines in dogs?
Melissa: DEAD. TO. RIGHTS.
The referee lifts the arm of Lilly but her eyes are still on the curtain that Kyle and Lacey disappeared behind before we cut elsewhere.
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The Wicked
The Big Screen comes to life and a video begins to play with "The Coming Curse" by Iced Earth playing over the video. We are shown different scenes of Kristina spencer and Veronica Chandler. We starts off by seeing some of Kristina’s more violent moments from her career including her training regime of tearing up meat in a meat locker while Veronica yells at her to go faster and harder.
Voice Over: She will Rip the flesh from your skin. She will attack you like a wild animal.
The scene changes to now show Kristina in the ring pummeling her opponent into a bloody mess and smiling during the whole thing, Kristina staring coldly into space with her opponents bloody splattered on her face gets a reaction from the crowd, The scene changes again this time showing Kristina violently attacking her cousin Kelsey Spencer from a Hybrid show a few months back once again getting a reaction from the fans who most likely saw the attack before.
Voice Over: She will wear your blood as a badge of honor. She will punish you for ever getting in her way even if you are family!
Finally we are shown Kristina’s recent actions in ECWF as she continues her violent ways by bringing Brass Knuckles out of her cleavage on more than one occasion to knock out her opponents and stealings wins and titles.
Voice Over: She will do whatever it takes to win! She will break all your rules as she does not conform to society’s rules!!
Finally we see Kristina Spencer and Veronica Chandler standing in what may be described as the bowels of hell as there is fire all around them.
Kristina Spencer: We are Kristina! We are The Wicked!
Veronica Chandler: We are coming to SVW!!
Kristina looks toward the camera
Kristina Spencer: RUN!!
The show comes back from commercial to find John Youle stood in the ring alongside SVW referee Rudy Palmer. The ring announcer cleared his throat and raised the microphone to his lips.
Melissa: I’m here with SVW Hall of Famer Wendigo as he watches his friend, Colby, join up with Rhea to defend the Chaos Tag Titles against River and Isis! Welcome to the booth, sir.
Wendigo: Thanks for inviting me out here Melissa. It’s always a pleasure and we’ve got a battle of two tag teams that have had some issues working together.
John: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and it for the SVW Chaos Tag Te---
Wendigo: Looks like we’re getting off to a real quick start in this one, they’re not even giving John his moment in the sun!!
He never got any further before Isis and Rhea burst through the curtain from backstage onto the entrance ramp; the pair alternately landing stiff right hands to each others head as Palmer called for the bell. Isis began to get the upper hand, reaching forward to cradle the back of Rhea’s head with her left hand as she connected with four stiff forearm shivers to her jaw before she delivered a European uppercut, letting go of her head as she did so. The pair were soon followed by Colby; the tall Canadian stepping gingerly through the curtain with a grimace upon his face. The reason soon became apparent as River followed him with a chair in her hands that she proceeded to slam into his back. Morrison staggered across the stage and received another chair shot to his back.
Melissa: Who needs introductions?! The match started before we even got everyone to the ring, and River is using that chair with impunity on Colby!
Wendigo: This might be the only way that she can possibly hope to keep him down - I mean River’s an improving talent but she’s facing an uphill battle against a guy the stature of Colby.
Rhea staggered backwards a couple of steps before she found her balance and lashed out with a front kick into Isis’ midsection. The Greek wrestler followed it up with a second and third raised knee to her gut before she launched herself into a high knee that caught Morales underneath the jaw and caused her to reel away. Meanwhile River delivered another chair shot across Colby’s back, the Chaos Tag Team Champion began to head down the ramp towards the ring before he turned around to face River who quick stepped towards him and drove the edge of the chair into his stomach, following it up with a second jab of the folding chair into his gut causing him to double over which allowed her to take the edge of the chair and bring it upwards into his throat. Colby spun around choking for air as he stumbled another three steps to the halfway point of the entrance ramp.
Melissa: Look at that grin on River’s face, Wendigo! Not only is she unloading on Colby, but she’s having a great time in the process.
Wendigo: It’s a pretty effective strategy they’ve got so far. River’s trying to wear down the Canadian in double quick time while Rhea and Isis duke it out. It’s certainly chaotic as advertised.
River grinned as she saw him stop in his tracks and once more start to turn to face the musician who darted forward, raising the chair over her head as she left her feet and brought it crashing down on the top of Colby’s head. The Canadian folded up to his knees, sitting back on his heels as he did so. Once more River lined him up as she swung the chair yet again into the top of his skull, that saw him drop face first to the entrance ramp halfway to the ring. Back on the stage, the Titaness held her jaw and turned back towards Laskaris, the Modern Day Amazon charged towards her and delivered a kitchen sink knee to her abdomen. Isis dropped down to one knee and was immediately pulled forward into a double underhook by the Greek wrestler who began to bring her knees upwards into the Challengers body. Five knees connected before the Greek used the double underhook to hurl Isis up, over her head and come crashing down into the steel of the stage with a double underhook suplex.
Melissa: What a sound it made when Isis landed on the steel ramp right there! There’s not too many who can do that to her, and I have to admit River sticks out like a sore thumb out there with these three.
Wendigo: You’re right Melissa. River can’t mix it up with these powerhouses instead she’s got to try and out think them. Or you know, use that chair and bludgeon them with it.
Morales back arched upwards as she hit the steel, the red haired wrestler quickly sitting up and rolled over onto her knees before she started to push up to her feet. Rhea measured her up as she began to rise and suddenly darted towards her, leaving her feet once more as she attempted to catch the Titaness with a high knee. The Powerhouse though caught her in midair and wasted no time at all in delivering a modified release overhead belly to belly suplex. As the Californian had a moment before, the Greek wrestler landed hard on the steel, sitting up holding her back in pain before she came to her feet and this time found Isis charging at her with a spear that saw them both fly off the stage and land hard on the concrete floor. The camera caught Isis rolling away from the Greek wrestler onto her back, breathing deeply as Rhea was unmoving before the EMT’s emerged to check on both wrestlers.
Melissa: That may have taken both of these powerhouses out of this match for the time being! And if so, that means it’s going to be River and Colby...and that’s a bit of a mismatch!
Wendigo: Rhea and Isis have given each other as good as they’ve gotten and Rhea might just have come out of that the worst given how she bounced on the solid concrete.
On the entrance ramp, River had dropped to her knees and with a lot of effort had managed to roll the dead weight of Colby Morrison onto his back, made the cover and reached to hook his leg, using her hand to count the three before she sat up to celebrate. As she did so, Rudy Palmer was already right next to her, waving off the count as he tried to explain to River that she could only score a pinfall in the ring or ringside area, not the entrance ramp. She looked up at him and shook her head, telling the referee that it was a three count only for him to shake his head and reiterate the rules of the contest to her as she stared up at him. There was another small shake of her head as she rose to her feet and grabbed hold of Colby by the ankle. She attempted to drag him down the entrance ramp, making slow progress with the near 300lb weight.
Melissa: It’s almost like River doesn’t know her own size, because it’s going to be one long haul to drag Colby to the ring by herself! She could get blown up just trying honestly.
Wendigo: Like a Chihuahua with a T-Rex’s thigh bone. She would’ve been better if she’d let him stay on his feet a little longer.
River gave it one more try before she gave up, hopping off the entrance ramp and quickly headed back towards Isis who had made it up to her knees, holding her midriff as she did so. Campbell began to urgently talk to her partner, urging her and helping her up to her feet before she guided back down the side of the entrance ramp. When they reached Colby, River hopped up onto the entrance ramp as Isis slowly climbed up behind her, the pair grabbing hold of an ankle each as Colby was only just starting to stir, holding his head with his hands. Together they easily managed to drag Colby down into the ringside area and River quickly dropped down on top of him to make the cover, hooking his leg yet again while Isis leaned against the ring still holding her ribcage with one arm. This time Palmer slid into position to make the count.
Melissa: I’m not sure how much coverage River’s gonna make on a much bigger opponent like Colby, but she’s certainly trying!
One…
Two…
...THR-
Wendigo: She almost managed to keep his shoulders on the mat after doing a pretty good job of scrambling his brains with a chair from the get go.
Colby kicked out of the pinfall and River dove on top of him, hammering away at his face. The Musician managed to land five clean shots before Colby covered up and managed to roll her off of him. He sat up and started to try and rise to his feet only for Isis to step forward and drive a series of kicks into his ribcage like he owed her money. Despite the blows, Colby continued to rise up to his feet only for Isis to begin to drive clubbing forearm blows into his chest. As she did so, River came up behind the tall Canadian and jumped onto his back, locking in a sleeper hold as she wrapped her legs around his waist for a bodyscissors.
Melissa: Right back to what we were talking about! River’s trying to hold onto that sleeper, but it’s like trying to bring down a sequoia on someone the size of Colby.
Wendigo: On the plus side, she’s got Isis helping her out with those forearms to his chest; if she’s recovered from mixing it up with Rhea then she could definitely be the difference maker.
Colby staggered backwards as the added weight on his back almost caused him to lose his balance. Morales followed after him to true and continue the forearm shivers to his chest only for the Medicine Hat native to lash out with a kick into her midriff that caused her to take a step backwards. The Titaness sneered at him for a moment before she stepped forward quickly and looked to deliver a big boot, catching River square in the face instead as Morrison ducked down; River fell backwards to the floor. Isis brought her foot down to the floor, a momentary look of shock on her face that gave Colby enough of an opening to raggedly launch himself into a clothesline that took Isis down, while the Chaos Tag Champion grabbed hold of the apron to stay on his feet, resting his head on his arm.
Melissa: You know who’s watching this closely, don’t you? Kassidy and Lydia Charisma, because they are the next in line for a shot at the titles.
Wendigo: They’re probably taking notes too. This whole divide and conquer strategy seems to be working pretty well for the challengers so far tonight, though Colby’s got himself a momentary respite.
Isis rose slowly to her feet behind him and grabbed hold of him by the shoulders, looking to stand him up straight only for Morrison to fire off a mule kick behind him into her knee, followed by a second back kick into her breadbasket as she stepped backwards before he spun round and caught her with a spinning elbow strike to the jaw that once more sent her to the floor. Morales immediately sat up, holding her jaw and Colby shook his head, rolling underneath the bottom rope and across the ring to the fair side where he used the ring ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. As he did so, Isis had already gotten back to her feet on the outside of the ring and was beginning to pull herself up onto the ring apron with the help of the ring ropes. Morrison set off across the ring towards her and clattered into her, sending her off the apron where she landed back on her feet on the floor, glaring up at the Canadian who had a hand pressed against his head once more.
Melissa: Colby and Isis are hardly strangers to one another, Wendigo. Colby is the man who put her SVW undefeated streak in the history books, if you recall.
Wendigo: He’s a very talented wrestler when he’s focused, capable of beating anyone but right now he needs a little bit of recovery time after taking all those chair shots.
Isis shook her head and once more advanced towards the ring, pulling herself up onto the apron only for the defending Chaos Tag Champion to try and catch her with a stiff right hand. Isis blocked the shot as it was incoming and grabbed hold of her opponent by the back of his head, snapping his throat over the top rope as she stepped off the ring apron. Colby stumbled backwards, gasping for breath only to get driven headfirst into the canvas as a recovered River leapt off the top turnbuckle and landed a jumping DDT perfectly. Campbell rolled away and came to her feet as Isis slid into the ring and came to her feet. River moved towards her, saying something to her that Isis seemed to agree with as River began to wave Colby upwards. Slowly the Canadian pushed upwards, getting to his knees as River darted towards the ring ropes, bouncing off them and delivered a running big boot to the side of his head. Colby rocked backwards and Isis charged towards him to catch him with a running big boot to the other side of his head.
Wendigo: Look at that Isis and River have gotten themselves on the same page and the Chaos Tag Team Championships are in HUGE jeopardy tonight if they can keep it up!
Colby rocked backwards on his haunches before Isis jerked him forward and in one quick motion lifted him upwards and drove him down into the mat with a powerbomb. As the Canadians back arched upwards, Isis pulled River towards her, lifting her up into a Gorilla Press Slam. Campbells eyes went wide as she seemed to be mouthing ‘No, no, no’ only for Isis to drop her down into a splash across Morrison’s chest. River rolled out of the way and as she did so, the Titaness delivered a jumping double knee drop to Morrison’s chest before she made the cover, hooking his leg.
Melissa: Look at the air Isis managed to get under her before she tried destroy Colby’s body right there! There’s a cover!
One…
Two…
...THR-
Wendigo: Isis using everything that she can as a weapon… though I’m not sure River was overly pleased … and it almost netted her the three count!
Colby kicked out on the two and a half count and rolled away, towards the ring ropes where he started to pull himself upwards only for Isis to charge towards him and catch him with a running knee to his chest. He leaned back against the ropes for a moment before Morales pulled him to his feet and whipped him across the ring, catching him on the return with a spinebuster. Quickly he rolled over and started to push upwards to his feet only for Isis to step forwards, pulling him to his feet once more only for Morrison to surprise him as he dropped to his knees for a jawbreaker. Isis reeled backwards as Colby came to his feet and looked to mount a little more offence only to get his attention distracted by River who was perched on the top rope once more and launched herself into a missile dropkick to his chest. Colby fell backwards, rolling to the side as he hit the mat and started to push his way back to his feet only for Morales to drop back to the ropes and almost take his head off with a Clothesline From Hell. River applauded her partner as she began to stomp away at Colby’s body.
Melissa: A damn near decapitation worthy clothesline from the Titaness! And River should save the applause for after the match, and not take her eyes off Rhea for a second!
Wendigo: He needs Rhea in the worst possible way right now or it won’t be long till this match ends up in the record books.
Campbell stepped away at Isis’ instruction as Morales came back to her feet and pulled Morrison upwards, she performed a throat slitting motion before she hoisted the tall Canadian onto her shoulders and delivered the Voyage to Armageddon, driving him head first into the canvas. Isis dropped down to make the cover on him, hooking his leg as she did so while River headed towards the corner and began to celebrate.
One…
Two…
...THRE-------
Wendigo: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! No-one kicks out of the Voyage to Armageddon!! Thank God for the cavalry!
Palmer was right on the verge of completing the three count when the Modern Day Amazon slid into the ring and threw herself on top of Isis to break up the pinfall as Colby rolled away to the apron. Rhea quickly pulled the Titaness to her feet and drove raised knees into her gut before she fired her across the ring into the corner. As Isis hit the turnbuckles, Laskaris was jumped from behind by River Campbell who delivered a clubbing axe handle blow to the Greek woman’s spine, following it up with a stiff shot to her kidneys and multiple stiff kicks to the back of her leg - especially aimed at the back of her knee. Rhea stumbled forward and almost fell to her knees only to get introduced face first to the ring mat courtesy of a bulldog from the tattooed natural blonde. Laskaris quickly started to push up to her feet only for the challenger to begin to lay into Champion with another series of stiff kicks to her body. Rhea continued to rise to her feet and once she got there she launched herself forward and knocked Campbell down to the canvas with a running elbow strike to the head.
Melissa: Whoo boy, that’s the last place you want the Amazon. Rhea’s back on her feet and that’s trouble and then some for the challengers! And if Colby annoys her...maybe him too.
Wendigo: He knows all too well about the Wrath of Rhea Laskaris, but at the moment I think he’s still seeing little birdies going ‘Tweet-Tweet-Tweet’ as they circle his head. Rhea’s going to have to try and fight this alone.
River rolled to her front and pushed upwards as Isis started to come out of the corner only for Rhea to leap at Campbell and send her flying into Isis with a monkey flip. Morales staggered backwards as she caught her partner, holding her upside down for a moment as Laskaris rolled back to her feet and skipped forwards, delivering a piercing kick straight into River’s gut that sent Isis falling backwards into the corner once more where she dropped River who landed face first on the mat in the corner. The Athenian backed up a couple of steps before she charged forwards and left her feet to land with a double foot stomp to River’s shoulder blades as she pushed up to all fours; Campbell rolled away as Rhea stepped forward and began to drive her knees into Isis gut once more.
Melissa: It’s like watching two movie monsters go at it between Rhea and Isis! And you can place your bets on who you think is the better of the two! Kinda reminds me of that Skull Island movie!
Wendigo: Godzilla vs King Kong. Roll up and place your bets. Personally, I’m backing off the pissed off Modern Day Amazon!
As Isis bent double, Rhea lifted her upwards and sat her on the top turnbuckle before she climbed up behind her, firing off three forearm shots to the Titaness’ jaw as she rose. Once on the top turnbuckle, Laskaris pulled Isis upwards and into position for a superplex only for Morales to block the attempt. Rhea tried again only to find it blocked once more before Isis began to fire back with a series of right hands into Laskaris stomach that bought Morales a release and allowed her to land a headbutt to her opponent. The Modern Day Amazon tottered and teetered on the top rope but didn’t fall. Another headbutt connected with much the same effects. Isis let out a growl of anger as she reared back and delivered another headbutt that sent Laskaris falling backwards, crashing to the canvas. The Red Haired Goliath stood tall on the top rope, measuring up her foe and dove off into a top rope elbow drop… that only got ring mat as Rhea rolled out of the way at the last moment.
Melissa: Isis does not belong on the top rope, that was a dumb move on her part and she paid for it too!
Wendigo: Sometimes when you find yourself up there and you’ve got to come down one way or another… No wasted movement, you know what I mean?
The Red Haired Goliath immediately sat up holding her right elbow and tried to come to her feet, Rhea rising at the same time as her and it was the Greek wrestler who struck first, leaving her feet to deliver a low dropkick to the knee that took Isis’ legs out from under her causing her to face plant on the mat. Quickly Isis pushed up to all fours and Laskaris used the opening to grab hold of her opponent’s right arm, jerking it backwards as she rolled her foe over and into a cross armbreaker. Morales grimaced in pain as Rhea pulled backwards as far as she possibly could on the arm, looking to make the submission hold as painful as possible. Rudy Palmer immediately got into position to ask the Californian if she wanted to quit and got a shake of the head and a ‘No’ from the competitor.
Melissa: It’s rare Isis finds herself in a submission like this by someone who could very well match her in power, but that’s where we are right now!
Wendigo: Rhea’s got an awful lot of power in those legs of hers and you know she’ll use all of it to keep Isis down and apply increasing pressure to her arm. Can Isis power out of it?
Rhea yanked back further, jerking back on her foe’s arm causing her to let out a slight cry of pain, yet still she refused to quit as Palmer asked her the question. Isis tried to fight against the hold; tried to pull her arm free only to find Rhea had a vice-like grip applied to her. The Titaness still refused to quit, attempting to find another escape as she rolled into the hold and onto her knees, trying to push upwards in order to pin Laskaris to the canvas...only for the Modern Day Amazon to use her impressive leg strength to overpower Isis and send her back to the canvas, adjusting her grip in the cross armbar once more to apply more pressure. The Red Haired Goliath let out an anguished cry of pain, her hand starting to hover over the canvas as she refused to answer Palmer’s queries.
Melissa: We could be about to see the unthinkable here! Rhea Laskaris is close to making the Titaness tap out! I never thought I’d see that possibility here!
Wendigo: That one opening, that one missed move from the top rope is all Rhea needed. Can you imagine the shockwave it’d send through SVW if she manages to make Kong tap out?
Isis’ hand wavered in the air over the canvas only for the hold to suddenly be released as River delivered two quick stomps to Rhea’s head. Laskaris rolled away and started to come to her feet, Campbell waving her upright and stepped quickly towards her as she got to her feet. River jumped into the air to catch Rhea with a jumping side kick to the jaw that saw the Greek woman fall backwards into the ropes and step back towards Campbell who pounced as she neared with a near perfect textbook cutter. As Rhea hit the canvas and rolled onto her back, River dove on top of her and made the cover, hooking her leg as she did so.
Melissa: River looking for the cover, and I’m not sure Rhea’s out yet! We’ll find out shortly!
One…
Two…
...THR-
Wendigo: Two and a half count! You’ve got to hand it to River for trying to make the most of every opportunity presented to her.
Rhea kicked out of the pinfall with authority, sending the musician rolling away from her. River came to her feet only to spot Laskaris sitting up and took off towards her to land a rolling neckbreaker while she was sat on the canvas. Campbell rolled through to her feet and continued her momentum, hitting the ropes as Rhea sat up once more holding her neck and delivered a low dropkick to her chest. Once more River rolled away and came to her feet as she saw Isis beginning to rise to her feet in the ring and Colby Morrison back to a vertical base on the outside. River told her partner that the Modern Day Amazon was all hers as she once more took off across the ring towards the corner, quickly she climbed the turnbuckle pads to the top and launched herself off towards Morrison with a cross body block and was caught by the powerhouse Canadian.
Melissa: Speaking of people who don’t belong on the top rope, I think River can be added to that list! Colby just caught her with ease!
Wendigo: At least when she’s facing off against someone the size of the Medicine Hat Mauler. Don’t know if Isis will appreciate being told to deal with Rhea again either.
The musicians eyes widened as he adjusted his grip on her body and ran forward, driving her spine into the ring post causing her to cry out. He turned and walked a couple of steps away from the ring post before he hurled her over his head with a fallaway slam that sent her crashing into the steel once more. River’s face was a mask of pain, her hands immediately going to her back as she scrambled back to her feet only for the Medicine Hat Mauler to scoop her up off her feet, carrying her the length of the ring on the outside and dropped her with a snake eyes into the top of the steel steps. She was given no chance to recover as Colby pulled her back upwards with a handful of hair and bench pressed her over his head, holding her up high as he walked towards the crowd barricade and launched her like a lawn dart into the aisle; River bouncing on impact and she slumped in heap on the concrete between two blocks of fans.
Melissa: Jesus! That may be the last we see of River Campbell in this match! Her “sneaky little X factor” got caught and dropped!
Wendigo: You think she might be regretting hitting him with that chair all those times when the match started?
Meanwhile back in the ring, Isis came back to her feet holding her elbow with an expression of pain mixed with anger on her face and charged towards Rhea, catching her as she got back to her feet with a shoulder tackle. Laskaris stumbled back a step only for Isis to grab hold of her wrist with her left hand, jerking her forward and lifting her onto her shoulders for a perfectly delivered Samoan Drop. Once more Isis pulled Rhea upright with a handful of hair and sent the Modern Day Amazon across the ring, catching her on the return with a Priceless Kiss bicycle kick. Laskaris rolled to the side as she hit the canvas and came to all fours only for Isis to bounce off the ring ropes, leap into the air and delivered the Titaness Stomp - a running curbstomp. Rhea rolled over to her back following the move and Isis dropped down to hook the leg for the pinfall.
Melissa: TITANESS STOMP!! I think we got new champions, count’em down!
One…
Two…
...THRE--
Wendigo: SO CLOSE!!! But somehow, someway, Rhea dug down deep and found a way to keep this match alive!
Rhea rolled the shoulder at the last moment; Palmer showing the two count to Isis who shook her head as she looked at him in disbelief. Shaking her head she asked for the three count from the referee who confirmed the two count to the Red Haired Goliath who let out a scream of frustration and anger, turning her attention back to Rhea and started to fire off stiff left arm shots to her jaw and body. Isis landed five shots before she pulled her opponent up from the canvas and into a standing headscissors that she quickly turned into a piledriver, dropping Laskaris on her head. Isis was about to make the pinfall when her attention was caught by Colby who slid back into the ring; Isis rose to her feet as the Canadian advanced upon her only for Isis to wrap her hands around his throat, lifting him up off his feet with both hands before she slammed him down into the canvas with a Rydeen bomb, holding for the cover.
One…
Two…
...THRE--
Melissa: A ring shaking Rydeen bomb, and Colby….he got his shoulder up!
Wendigo: Pure Instinct! That’s the only explanation for it!
Colby rolled his shoulder before the three count only for Isis to pull him up from the mat once more and hoist him onto her shoulders, spinning around and around for an airplane spin before she completed the Crash and Burn by falling to the side and dropping him on the top of his skull for a brainbuster. Isis dropped down on top of him and made the cover; once more hooking his leg as she did so.
One…
Two…
...THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Wendigo: JEE-SUS!!! I don’t think that could’ve been any closer!
At the very last moment, Rhea managed to dive forward and broke up the pinfall just before the referee could count the three, before she rolled away, still trying to catch her breath for a moment as Isis did likewise. On the outside, a glassy eyed River had managed to crawl back to the crowd barricade and haul herself untidily back to the ringside area in front of the ring steps. In the ring the Modern Day Amazon and Titaness began to push their way upwards and the pair began to exchange haymakers once more. Again Isis started to get the upper hand as Rhea took two steps backwards due to the repeated blows only to run forward and connect with a clothesline to Morales only for the pair to bounce off each other. River began to pull herself up the ring steps.
Melissa: It’s like watching two tractor trailers ram into each other with Rhea and Isis still going toe to toe, and River’s coming back! She can’t have much left in her at this point!
Wendigo: If nothing else, you’ve got to admire the way River keeps on coming back for more, no matter what happens to her. There’s absolutely nothing separating the two behemoths in the ring.
Isis challenged Rhea to do it again, this time the Greek wrestler dropped back to the ropes and charged towards Morales, launching herself towards her opponent with a flying forearm to her jaw. It only saw the red haired Californian take two steps backwards before she found her balance. Laskaris didn’t waste any time as she grabbed hold of Isis by her right hand and jerked her forward into the Calydonian Revenge, burying her boot into her stomach as she did so. Isis dropped to one knee, pushing upwards as the Modern Day Amazon came off the ropes and delivered the Olympus Has Fallen scissor kick across the back of Isis head, sending her crashing face first into the canvas. Rhea was about to drop down to make the cover when she heard a scream from behind her, she turned to find River in the corner; the girl somehow managing to look unsteady even though she was in a three point stance. As Laskaris looked at the musician, Campbell rushed forward looking for her Clothesline From Hell only for Rhea to spin out of the way.
Melissa: I’m not sure that clothesline would have made much difference if River had been able to connect with it on Rhea.
Wendigo: I’m not altogether certain that River’s thinking straight right about now, but I’ll give her an A+ for effort.
River tried to stop on a dime, slipping as she tried to turn back around to face Laskaris who jerked her upwards to her feet, clasping both hands behind her head and pulled her downwards into repeated, merciless knees to her face. Rhea’s face was a mask of anger as she delivered twelve rapid vicious knee strikes - all to River’s head before she finally released her; the musician collapsing backwards to the canvas. Laskaris dropped down on top of her, hooking her leg as she did so while Isis tried to move to break up the pin only for Colby to cut her off, pulling her upwards from the canvas as he got to his feet and slammed her down with his WMD double underhook sitout powerbomb, falling to the side as he hit it while Palmer slid into position to make the count.
Melissa: Colby planted Isis, and Rhea’s got the cover! That has to be all!
One…
Two…
...THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wendigo: River was no match for the Twelve Trials and Colby managed to stop Isis in her tracks for the three seconds Rhea needed. Chalk up a successful defence in the face of fierce opposition.
Rudy Palmer called for the bell and as it sounded, Rhea pushed up onto her knees as River laid unmoving on the ring and Colby used the ring ropes to begin to pull himself back to his feet. Isis rolled out of the ring, holding her back as she came to her feet at ringside while one of the ringside medics rolled into the ring to check on River as she was just starting to stir.
John: Here are your winners, by way of pinfall… and STILL SVW Chaos Tag Team Champions...the team of COLBY MORRISON and “ATHENA” RHEA LASKARIS!!!!
Melissa: Given the history, I don’t think anyone thought Colby & Rhea would continue to reign as the first ever Chaos Tag Champions, but that’s what they are doing! Maybe they are finding some common ground. And if so, I hope it’s Rhea becoming more like Colby than the other way around.
Wendigo: We can only Colby is capable of being a good influence and that Rhea is capable of at least meeting him halfway. Though, that said, River and Isis did a pretty good job of keeping them apart tonight and came really, really close to picking up the victory tonight.
The referee retrieved the title belts that had been brought out to the timekeepers desk during the match and handed them to Colby and Rhea who raised them high in the air, before Rhea grasped hers against her body, holding it tightly while Colby raised his once more, getting a loud cheer from the fans before the show cut elsewhere.
The history of events between the trio of talent in the Adrenaline Championship match is shown, primarily with Wilma using deception and distraction to retain her title against them both. From there, we head back to the ring with John waiting patiently.
John: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SVW Adrenaline Championship!
Melissa: You would be hard pressed to find a more obnoxious champion than the woman atop the Adrenaline division here in SVW. But the odds are definitely not in her favor here, and I’m joined by a woman who will be challenging the winner of this match at Champion’s Ball on December 2nd. She’ll also be meeting FFW’s Scarlett Silver a little later tonight, Welcome, Missy!
Missy: Thanks for having me here, Melissa. I’m sure you’ll be welcome of the break from Dante anyway! Obviously I’m very interested in the outcome of this match in particular tonight.
Arena lights fade down leaving everything in darkness. Sounds of wind blowing and soft thunder is heard for a moment before the open cords of “One for the Money” by Escape the Fate starts to play. Standing on stage is a hood figure. A slightly blue spot light shines down on them, as smaller red lights dance around to the music. On the shirt, under the open jacket, a silver spider web design can be seen. The same design going down the leg of the tights, with “Spidey written down each leg in red.
The music picks up as he lends forward, arm holding the tip of the hood as the lights sudden flip on. The hood flips back, showing Jordan Parker standing on stage.
John: Introducing, from Houston, Texas. Weighting in at 180 pounds… Jordan “Spidey” Parker!!!!!
Jordan smiles as fan's cheer the youngster. He steps forward and walks down the ramp, slapping a few hands. He hops on the apron to pose toward the fans before sliding his jacket off and dropping it to the floor. Jordan steps up to the second turnbuckle and looks out to the crowd, pulling off his shirt.
Melissa: Jordan’s had issues with Wilma practically since he arrived in SVW. They’ve met more than once, and have traded victories as a result. But none of those matches were as important as tonight.
Missy: Wilma has been a major thorn in Jordan’s side, so I’m expecting him to be more than a little focused on her in this match.
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. Vivi tosses the curtain aside and stands with her arms outstretched and a smile on her face. She carries a walking stick, topped with a skull carved from ivory, in one hand and waves to the crowd with the other, bemused by their positive reaction to her. Pausing for a moment, Vivi waits for the next verse of the song to begin before she starts making her way to the ring.
Candles raise my desire why I'm so far away, no more meaning to my life, no more reason to stay...
Freezing feeling, breathe in, breathe in...
I'm coming back again...
As she reaches the ring, Vivi climbs up the stairs and tips her top hat to the crowd before taking it and her jacket off, laying them on the side of the ring along with her walking stick. Only then does she step in over the middle rope, standing in the center of the ring with her hands on her hips, waiting.
John: Ladies and gentlemen, now making her way to the ring, she is the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, the High Priestess of Baron Samedi, the Monster of the French Quarter... the one and only… VIVI ROBICHAUD!
Melissa: Vivi has also had her problems with the champion. Wilma faked an injury during their title match not too long ago, and suckered Vivi for a cheap win! I don’t think she’ll go for that a second time.
Missy: You’d never know with Wilma, she doesn’t strike me as the sharpest tool in the box, but I’m sure that Vivi will be on her guard for any tricks Wilma might try to pull tonight.
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.
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 and reigning and defending SVW Adrenaline Champion...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, unstrapping the title from around her waist and holding it as high as she can for the world to see just how great she is. The referee asks for the belt but she just sticks her tongue out and hugs it tightly against her body.
Melissa: Morrigan and Lacey are barred from ringside for this defense, and Wilma doesn’t want to hand over her title to the referee. She’s used that title as a weapon against you not long ago.
Missy: And we saw how well that worked out for her in the end. She’s like a child who doesn’t want to share her toys… even when they’re not hers. She had rather a large tantrum when Christian retrieved his title from her, from what I recall.
Referee Angela Rocca watches John leave the ring before asking for Wilma to hand her the Adrenaline Championship. The champion, however, doesn’t do that and instead climbs up onto the turnbuckle to raise it over her head again. When she comes back down, the referee asks for it again. Wilma walks past her to the other empty corner, and climbs up onto that one to show off her title to the crowd. When she came back down to the mat, the referee stopped asking and told her to give her the title.
Melissa: We’ll get this title match underway as soon as Wilma is kind enough to give it to the referee. She’s asked for it more than once, but Wilma doesn’t seem too interested in handing it over to her.
Missy: She doesn’t want to push it too far, I’m sure that neither Jordan or Vivi would have any qualms in snatching out of her hands if they have to.
Wilma heads back to her corner once more, and is about to climb onto the corner once again with the championship. But she gets it yanked out of her hand by the referee who holds it above her head and calls for the bell. The champion heads right for the official, demanding the return of her title until she feels the mutual stares of both Jordan and Vivi in her direction. They start moving towards her as Wilma tells them she has no hard feelings about them trying to take her title and extends her hand out for either of them to shake.
Missy: Or the referee even. And I think that Wilma has left it way too long to try and make amends with these two. She might not have any hard feelings towards them, but I don’t think that works both ways.
Melissa: I’m glad she’s not offended people want to take her title, that’s kinda the point of the whole business. Either way, now we’re underway.
Jordan is about to grab her when Vivi stops him. She shakes her head, and looks back towards Wilma with a smile on her face. This seems to please Wilma as well as Vivi shakes her hand….and then Jordan reaches forward to shake the other hand. Wilma thanks them both, and goes to move back….but neither of them let go of her hands. The smile fades from her face right before they both begin firing kicks into her body repeatedly. Vivi and Jordan pull her forward, laying in kicks and knees to her body that drive her to her knees. But they instead pulled her back up before Vivi uses her free hand for a knife edge chop. Both continue holding her hands as Jordan fires one of his own before they start taking turns with chop after chop after chop until a pair of back elbows puts Wilma down...and they finally let her go.
Missy: All aboard the Karma bus! Wilma has brought this on herself with her actions towards both Jordan and Vivi in the past. I have absolutely no sympathy for her right now.
Melissa: It’s chop-mania here in San Jose, and Wilma Iris Napier is the guest of honor! Her chest is almost as red as part of her hair right now!
Jordan pulls the champion to her feet before Vivi joins him in shooting her across with an Irish whip. Wilma rebounds quickly as both of them scoop her up and fall backwards with a flapjack to the canvas. The challengers quickly get to their feet before Jordan drops an elbow onto her back. As he rolls away, Vivi does the same. As she rolls away, Jordan does it again until both of them have dropped at least ten elbows between them into Wilma’s back. Napier clutched her back in pain before the pair rolled her onto it. Each grabbed one of her legs, and both pulled them apart with as much velocity as they could.
Missy: I always knew that Wilma was likely going to be the focus of both Vivi and Jordan, but boy, they are going to town on her! I would not want to be in her place right now.
Melissa: The challengers just made a wish, and I’m pretty sure it involves leaving San Jose with the Adrenaline Championship! And that’s what they are well on their way to doing.
Wilma brought her knees up in pain as she laid on the mat. Jordan grabbed her feet, and VIvi took hold of both arms before they lifted her to dangle over the mat. Slowly, they began swinging her back and forth faster and faster until they let go and the champion sailed through the air briefly and landed on her back on the mat. The crowd ate it up too. Vivi applied a Boston crab as Jordan grabbed her head into a camel clutch as they sat back to back with Wilma simultaneously trapped in both holds.
Missy: Either one of those holds would be bad enough, but both together? I’m predicting that this match is not going to last much longer. Wilma is trapped and I can’t see how she can escape this!
Melissa: She’s definitely in hell right now, but there’s only one problem I can see here. If she taps out, who do you give the title to?
Missy: That is a very good question. Since it’s not an elimination match, I’m really not sure what the referee would do.
Wilma shouted in pain as both of them tried to apply more pressure. Wilma finally got one of her hands free, and tapped the side of Jordan’s leg. He immediately let go, and smiled until Vivi looked around to see Jordan raising his hand. She let go too, and both of them looked to the referee who was shaking her head. Jordan told her he won because Wilma tapped out, but the referee told him it couldn’t count because both of them had a hold locked in. Meanwhile, Wilma was crawling away from the challengers.
Melissa: Well from my mouth to God’s ear, I guess. She did tap his boot, but the referee can’t give either of them the title, Missy. So this match will continue!
Missy: You can see why the referee wouldn’t be able to award either of them the title. There’s no way of knowing which hold actually made her tap out. Though it’s most likely the combination of both of them did it. I’m betting Wilma might actually be wishing it was over after everything she’s already endured.
As the two continued talking with the referee, Wilma moved towards them both and executed a low blow with both arms. It folded both of them to their knees in pain as the champion struggled to get back to her feet. Her face scrunched in anger before she grabbed both of their heads, and smacked them together. Napier regained her composure and took off towards the near side ropes. A double diving clothesline put both of her opponents on the mat. The San Jose crowd only booed her as she got back to her feet. Both Jordan and Vivi started to stir, and were immediately pulled into a double DDT from the champion.
Missy: Okay… well maybe she’s not wishing it was over. She’s coming back swinging, literally. It doesn’t matter who you are, a low blow is always going to stop you in your tracks.
Melissa: Wilma doesn’t like this match, and doesn’t want to be in it. She’d tell you that she’s already beaten both of them in title matches, and you can tell she’s not a happy girl right now!
Wilma leaned against the ropes, favoring her back which had been worked on quite a bit so far. It was Vivi who began to get up first until Wilma rebounded off the near side with a running kneelift to her face. It dropped her back onto the mat before the champion moved towards Jordan. She dragged the laces of her boot across his face, then grabbed his head for a springboard bulldog off the ropes. She quickly rolled him over and sat on his chest, directing the referee to count.
Melissa: Wilma’s doing an excellent job of keeping both of her challengers down, but I don’t think sitting on Jordan’s chest is gonna help with this cover!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOO!!
Jordan shoved her off him, and she stomped his face for doing so after she got back to her feet and made her way towards Vivi.
Missy: Jordan isn’t ready to say goodbye to his chance of getting the championship yet, but as much as it pains me to say, I have to give Wilma credit. She’s managed to turn this match on it’s head from how it started.
As Vivi started to rise to her feet, Wilma scooped her up over her shoulder and took off towards the corner. She connected with a snake eyes, causing Vivi to land face first on the top turnbuckle. As the challenger staggered out of the corner, Wilma headed up to the middle rope and dove off into a tornado DDT. She rolled Vivi onto her back, and leaned over to press her index finger into Vivi’s chest and demand a count from the referee!
Missy: You have to be kidding me, trying to use that as a cover.. She deserves to lose her title for that alone!
ONE!!!!
TW-NOPE!!
Vivi easily shoved her finger away, only for Wilma to use a standing fist drop into her face for doing so.
Melissa: I can’t imagine the ease it is to move someone’s finger off you when they are trying to pin you.
The champion dragged Jordan alongside Vivi, using a standing frog splash on them both before she headed for the corner. The San Jose crowd began to boo loudly again as she perched herself on the top rope. She flashed a smile to the crowd, and then executed a moonsault! But as she came down, Jordan and Vivi both got their knees up and she landed across them. The blond shouted in pain as she fell to the canvas!
Missy: That’ll teach her for trying to get flashy! She went high risk, but oh boy, it did not pay off for her and that could be the momentum she’s just built up all gone in one move!
Jordan rolled towards her, and made the cover with a hook of the leg as Rocca dove into position to make the count!
ONE!!
TW-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA!!
He got pulled off the cover by his foot before Wilma had time to kick out. He got back to his feet, and saw Vivi shaking her head.
Melissa: That might not have been what Jordan was hoping to happen, but he has to remember Vivi wants to be champion as much as him!
Missy: They may have been working as a team on Wilma at the beginning, but when it comes down to brass tacks, it’s every man and woman for themselves in this match.
The two stared at one another for a second, almost as if it were a game of chicken...until Vivi surprised him with a headbutt to the face. She began unloading on him with relentless right hand strikes to the head, backing him up with each shot all the way to the ropes. Robichaud fired Jordan across to the far side, and caught him coming back with a handspring back elbow to the mouth. It staggered him backwards into the ropes before Vivi caught him flush with a superkick! Parker fell through the ropes, and crashed to the floor. The Vivi fans started chanting her name as she looked down to him. Jordan was beginning to get up onto the apron when Vivi grabbed his head to pull him the rest of the way. Meanwhile, Wilma was seated against the corner on the far side of the ring collecting herself.
Missy: It’s hard to tell who wants it more in this match. Vivi is looking like she has control of things at the moment but she doesn’t want to keep her eyes off Wilma for too long, it could end up biting her in the behind!
Melissa: Vivi’s got an experience advantage on both Jordan and Wilma, and we’re starting to see that come into play.
Vivi tried to pull Jordan’s head through the ropes, but he managed to get free. When she went to grab him again, Jordan grabbed her head and dropped down to the floor to snap her neck across the top rope. She started coughing heavily as Jordan hopped back onto the apron, using the top rope for a springboard into a flying shoulder tackle that put her down on the mat. Vivi was starting to get shortly after that before Jordan caught her with a neckbreaker as she did so. He immediately headed for the corner, and made his way up top. And still, Wilma sat against the far corner watching.
Missy: Vivi definitely has the experience advantage, but there is a lot to say for Jordan’s determination which is showing in spades at the moment. They can’t forget about Wilma though, she’s not forgetting about them!
Jordan launched off the top rope into a frog splash that landed right on target. It folded Vivi up for a half second before Jordan dove across her to hook the leg for the cover.
Melissa: A frog splash from the high rent district, and we could be seconds from a new champion right now!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
A baseball slide from Wilma to the side of Jordan’s head sent him off the cover, and she quickly dove onto Vivi to make a cover for herself!
Missy: I knew she had something up her sleeve! Wilma has been biding her time waiting for the perfect moment, and she could be about to retain after that.
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE!!
Melissa: Maybe not! Vivi may be down, but Wilma….she’s not the only one on her feet right now!
Vivi got her shoulder up in time before the three, and Wilma grumbled as she got back to her feet. She happened to see Jordan up as well, and he bolted towards her. Parker began unloading with forearms to her head one after another, sending the champion backwards with each shot. He fired her across to the far corner, and took off after her! A splash in the corner caught her flush before he sat her on the top turnbuckle and climbed up after her. He hooked her head under one arm, and came off with a superplex that bounced them off the mat for a split second. Jordan sat up slowly, looking up at the top rope once more before heading towards it.
Melissa: Jordan’s looking at the top turnbuckle like most guys look at their girlfriend right now! He needs to go for the cover though, I think he could have this won!
Missy: He might be wasting too much time right now. He needs to move quickly and we could very well be looking at a new champion.
Jordan quickly perched himself on the top rope, and came off with his corkscrew shooting star press right on target! The San Jose crowd came to their feet!
Melissa: There’s the SPIDEY SENSE!! Jordan’s gonna be the new Adrenaline Champion!!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-WAIT!!
As the referee’s hand was coming down for three, Jordan was pulled out of the ring by Ryan Sheffield (the actual one). The actor pasted him with right hands before using a clothesline to send him over the barricade into the front row.
Missy: Nice to see Ryan actually turn up for a change… though he’s a little late for the match he was actually meant to be in with Jordan! Better late than never, I guess.
Wilma was already back to her feet, looking around to see what had happened. She saw Vivi still on the mat as a wide grin began to come over her face. She got back to her feet, taking a few Wilma dollars from her top and sprinkling them over Vivi, including shoving one in her mouth, before darting for the corner.
Melissa: With Jordan out of the picture and Vivi down, Wilma’s back to her feet and heading for the top! Vivi’s mouth is stuffed with those Wilma Dollars!
Missy: This is not how I was expecting this to go at all! Wilma is the only one standing in the ring… this is almost unbelievable!
Wilma leaped from the top turnbuckle, looking for her double stomp. But Vivi rolled away, and she landed awkwardly on her feet. Wilma regained her balance, and turned into a spinning roundhouse kick to the mouth that floored her before Vivi spat the Wilma Dollars from her mouth.
Missy: Uh oh! Wilma is going to be in trouble now. She really should learn to think these things through before she starts shoving those stupid dollars of hers in people’s mouths.
The priestess headed for the corner this time, making her way to the top rope with her arms out at her side like a crucifix before she launched into her a shooting star press from the same position! She hooked the outside leg for the cover as Rocca dove to make the count.
Melissa: THE BARON’S CROSS! Vivi hit every bit of it!
ONE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Rocca called for the bell to a pop from the crowd as Vivi sat up, gasping deep breaths before she had her hand raised in victory.
Missy: New Champion! I think this is a result that will make the majority of people happy… well except the former champion, of course.
John: Your winner of this match…..AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWW SVW Adrenaline Champion…….VIVI ROBICHAUD!!
She slowly got to her feet, and was handed the title. It caused a wide smile to form on her face as she looked down at it. Ryan left an autographed photo near Jordan on the floor before he headed for the back. Vivi kissed the championship and let out a scream of enthusiasm!
Melissa: In 2016, she won the award for Rising Star of the Year! In 2018, Vivi Robichaud has captured her first title in SVW! The voodoo priestess has conjured up SVW gold, and congratulations to her!
Missy: She’s worked hard to get to this point and I’m positive there is going to be more than a little celebrations from her tonight! Well done, Vivi.
She rolled out under the bottom rope, showing her title to everyone around the ring. Wilma started to sit up in the ring, looking to see her title now in someone else’s hands to her dismay.
Melissa: Champion’s Ball is December 2nd, and now you know, Missy. You’ll challenge Vivi for the Adrenaline Championship that night, and Wilma looks like she’s about to have a fit!
Missy: Wilma can have as many tantrums as she wants, it won’t change a thing. And I must admit, I’m rather looking forward to facing Vivi at Champion’s Ball.
Vivi turns to show Wilma the title with a smile as the show cuts to a commercial for Champion’s Ball on December 2nd.
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As the show heads to the back, we find the neon green cast on Christian Kincaid’s arm as he wiggles his fingers before he’s joined by Aggression General Manager Kyle Kilmeade.
Kyle: So how much longer before the cast comes off? I didn’t trade for you so you could sit ringside and call matches instead of compete.
Christian: Well if it hadn’t been for the Storm, that wouldn’t have been an issue, now would it/ I’m going to guess there’s not going to be much in the way of punishment for them.
Kyle: That’s not what I asked you. I want a timeframe for when that cast comes off.
Christian looked down to his cast for a moment.
Christian: It’ll be about another month before I get cleared. So let’s say anytime past 30 days from now, you can put me in the ring.
Kyle: Good, you’ll be in the ring November 26th then. And I heard you say the other day you were up for a tag match, is that right?
Christian: You did. I don’t think I have anything left to prove as Adrenaline Champion. I’m pretty happy for Vivi on collecting it honestly. She’ll make an excellent champion. Sad day for Wilma.
This seems to annoy Kyle slightly.
Kyle: I’ll worry about that. November 26th, you got a tag match with the Brazilian Storm. So find yourself a partner. Or if you don’t, you’ll face them in a handicap match. But I’m sure you’ll do fine.
As he said it, Kyle gave his cast a little thump with a grin as he headed off.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish.
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 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 is trying to get her first shot at the Defiance Championship, and all she has to do to secure that for herself is beat the former Champion in Luci.
Dante: They might as well just hand her the shot, if you ask me.
Melissa: I didn’t.
“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: On her way to the ring! Accompanied by Vincent Belmont, hailing from Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia, weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds, please welcome 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: Luci has had a meteoric rise since coming to SVW and she will no doubt be wanting to continue that by earning herself another shot at the Defiance Championship.
Dante: It’s a shame for her then that Sophia wants it, because she is not going to just lay down and give it to her.
As John makes his way out of the ring, referee Angela Rocca completes a check of both women before calling for the bell to get the match underway. Both women make their way to the centre of the ring, with Sophia reaching it before Luci. As Luci approaches, Sophia speeds up towards her and catches her with a European uppercut which knocks her balance slightly. Luci manages to stay on her feet, and then narrowly avoids an oncoming forearm smash from Pike. Luci rights herself just in time to avoid a second forearm smash, and instead delivers an elbow into the side of Sophia’s head. Another elbow from the Australian lands on target before she pulls Sophia in towards her to deliver a forearm of her own to the ‘Emerald City Siren’s’ jaw. Sophia steps back instinctively, but Luci just pulls her back in again to deliver a second forearm to Pike’s jaw. She delivers a third strike before she whips the Seattle native into the ropes. Sophia rebounds and Luci catches her flush with a big boot that knocks her straight back into the ropes again. She rebounds off for a second time and this time, Luci uses a single leg takedown to knock her to the canvas. The Australian mounts her chest and starts to fire elbows into the side of her head until Rocca calls for a break. Luci immediately obliges and gets back to her feet as the San Jose crowd show their support for her loudly.
Melissa: Sophia tried to get a headstart on this match, but Luci has managed to turn it into her favor perfectly. If she can keep this control up, it could very well be an extremely short match.
Dante: She won’t keep it up. Sophia will get her momentum back, she’s not even gotten started with Luci yet.
Sophia starts to rise and Luci pulls her the rest of the way to her feet. She delivers another two forearm smashes to Sophia’s jaw before she pulls her into a short-arm clothesline. Keeping hold of her arm, Luci pulls her back up and into a second clothesline, and then a third before she leaves Sophia to lay on the canvas. The Emerald City Siren starts to push up to her feet quickly, but as she reaches her knees, Luci clocks her with another big boot to flatten her back down again. Sophia gets as far as her knees for a second time before the former Defiance Champion connects a shining wizard to the side of her head to knock her straight back down again. Again, Sophia starts to get up quickly, this time making it back to a fully vertical base before Luci grabs her by the arm, looking to whip her across into the ropes. Pike plants her feet and reverses the move to instead send Luci across for the ride.
Dante: I told you! Now she’s made herself an opening Sophia is going to change the whole course of this match.
Luci rebounds off the ropes and speed and manages to duck under Sophia’s arms, stopping her momentum just behind the ‘Emerald City Siren’. She pops back up and spins on a dime just in time to duck under a clothesline attempt from Sophia. As she tries to right herself, Sophia grabs her by the arm and delivers a double knee armbreaker which earns her nothing but animosity from the San Jose crowd. Sophia watches with a smirk as the Australian gets back to her feet, giving her arm a rub. She gives her arm a shake and as she does Sophia makes an attempt to grab it again. Luci quickly pulls her arm back out of Sophia’s reach, so the ‘Emerald City Siren’ instead clocks her with an elbow to the jaw. Luci reels backwards a step from the impact and Sophia follows with another two in quick succession.
Melissa: You can’t blame Luci at all for trying to keep her arm out of Sophia’s grasp, she knows that is the body part that she most likes to target.
Dante: It doesn’t matter how much she tries to keep it away, Sophia will get it eventually.
Another pair of forearms from Sophia keep Luci off balance, before she uses a standing dropkick to knock her all the way back into the ropes. Luci rebounds off and Sophia catches her with a roundhouse kick to the head that drops her to her knees. Before the Australian can get back to her feet, or even attempt to, Sophia hits her with a second roundhouse kick that flattens her back to the canvas. Luci starts to rise, and Sophia pulls her the rest of the way before firing her across into the ropes. She rebounds off again and Sophia meets her in the centre of the ring with a clothesline that flips her back to the canvas.
Dante: Sophia doesn’t need to work on Luci’s arm to do damage. Just look at that clothesline, she almost turned her inside out!
Melissa: Luci is fairly resilient though, she’s already starting to get up so it’s going to take more from Sophia if she wants to keep her down.
Luci rolls onto her front and starts to push up to her hands and knees only for Sophia to pull her up the rest of the way from behind. She locks her arms around the Australian’s waist, and lifts her up and over to dump her unceremoniously with a German suplex. Luci starts to sit up but a double knee drop to her shoulders puts her flat on her back again, before Sophia starts to unload with mounted elbow strikes to the side of her head. Rocca calls for a clean break, but Sophia pushes it until a count of four before she gets back to her feet and pulls Luci up with her. A hammerlock DDT from the ‘Emerald City Siren’ follows before she gets into position for a cover prompting Rocca to slide into place for the count.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-NO!!!
Luci gets her shoulder up and shoves Sophia off her in the process. Pike rolls with the momentum and gets back to her feet, as Luci rolls away towards the ropes.
Melissa: Not even a two count for Sophia there, Luci is not going to give up a shot at the Defiance Championship that easily.
Dante: It’s not going to matter what she wants, Sophia will snatch the shot from her one way or another.
Using the ropes to steady herself, Luci gets up just a moment after Sophia. As the ‘Emerald City Siren’ takes off towards her, Luci ducks down, pulling the top rope down with her as she does. Pike narrowly stops her momentum in time to prevent herself from going straight over the top rope. Luci releases the top rope and it rebounds up, catching Sophia in chest. She staggers backwards from the ropes, bent forwards and coughing. Luci uses an uppercut to stand her upright before following up with a headbutt that sends her reeling backwards. Sophia starts to right herself, but before she can fully gather herself, Luci grabs her by the throat and lifts her up, then slams her back first to the canvas.
Melissa: Luci looked like she was trying to put Sophia straight through the canvas with that chokeslam!
Sophia gets back to her feet fairly quickly and Luci is waiting behind her to quickly apply a cobra clutch hold. As soon as she has she leaps forwards to fall into a seated position, driving Sophia’s face into the canvas at the same time. She rolls the ‘Emerald City Siren’ onto her back and throws her arm over for the cover as Rocca gets back into position.
Melissa: A near perfect Cobra Clutch Bulldog from Luci and she is looking to put Sophia away now!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOPE!!!
Pike kicks out almost at the same time as the two comes down and as Luci sits back onto her knees, she catches her with a kick to the face that knocks her backwards.
Dante: She’ll obviously have to look a bit harder. If she’s not seeing double after that boot to the face she just got that is.
Luci pulls herself together but it’s Sophia who makes it back to her feet first with a look of a anger on her face. She pulls Luci the rest of the way to her feet by the head and starts to unleash a volley of strikes into the side of her head. She shoves the Australian back into the corner and then extends her leg to choke Luci with her foot. She grabs hold of the ropes on either side to steady herself, as Rocca immediately calls for a break. Just as the referee is about to count five, Sophia pulls Luci out of the corner and fires her into the opposite corner. Again she extends her leg to choke the Australian with her foot, and again Rocca calls for the break. Rocca reaches a count of four before Sophia uses a hip toss to bring Luci out of the corner and crashing to the canvas.
Dante: Sophia knows how to use the referee’s five counts perfectly to cause maximum damage without getting herself disqualified.
Melissa: She’s walking a fine line, Rocca isn’t looking too amused by it and if she pushes it too far she is going to get herself disqualified and lose out on the shot at the Defiance Championship.
With Luci down, Sophia rolls her onto her front and gets into position beside her. She goes to grab her arm, but Luci quickly pulls it away from her and under her body. Sophia tries to pull it back towards her but Luci keeps it firmly out of her grasp. The San Jose crowd support Luci loudly, and Sophia starts to look frustrated as she gets back to her feet. She stomps down onto the Australian’s back, getting a yell from her in response before she lands a double knee drop into the same spot. Sophia gets to her feet looking like she is going to do the same again, but Luci rolls away and back to her knees. As soon as she reaches them, Sophia clocks her with a superkick that flattens her back to the canvas. She gets into position for a cover as Rocca gets back into place.
Dante: That is one of Sophia’s favorite moves, and it serves Luci right for not allowing Sophia to lock in her Space Needle!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Melissa: Nobody is going to willingly allow that hold to be locked on if they can at all avoid it, and Luci’s saved herself at a two count.
The referee stops the count as Luci gets her shoulder off the canvas before she can complete the three. Sophia rolls back to her knees and glares at the referee as if it was her fault that Luci got her shoulder up. The Australian starts to move on the canvas, but rather than getting up she pulls both her knees back towards her chest and then kicks out, catching Sophia square in the chest with both feet. The ‘Emerald City Siren’ lands in a seated position on the canvas as Luci gets back to a fully vertical base. The live crowd get even louder in their support of the former Defiance Champion, as she takes a few breaths to gather herself.
Melissa: Luci really should make the most of the opening she just created and stay on Sophia. If she gives her too long to pull herself together it could be a wasted opportunity.
Sophia starts to get back to her feet and Luci is straight on her to apply a front facelock. She hooks Pike’s near leg with her free arm and lifts her up into a vertical position. Falling backwards onto her own back, Luci drives Sophia’s head into the canvas. Sophia bounces onto her back, as Luci gets up and takes off towards the ropes. She climbs to the top turnbuckle as Sophia starts to pull herself her up. She barely reaches her feet before Luci launches herself and wraps her arm around the ‘Emerald City Siren’s’ head. Using a diving DDT she drives Sophia’s head into the canvas a second time. Groggily Sophia pulls herself into a seated position, as Luci raises her hand and yells loudly. She takes off towards Sophia at speed and connects her spinning knee with a sickening impact. Luci wastes no time in going for the cover, and hooks both legs as Rocca again gets into position.
Melissa: A Fisherman DDT, a diving DDT and then SHATTERED! Luci wants this title shot and I think she is about to take it!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Rocca rolls back to her feet and immediately calls for the bell, as Luci pulls herself up to her knees.
John: Your winner via pinfall………………………………..LUCI!
Dante: This would have been a different ending if Luci hadn’t of kept her arm away from Sophia. If Pike could have gotten hold of her arm, Luci would have tapped ages ago.
Melissa: But she couldn’t and she didn’t, so it’s a moot point. Luci picks up the win and the future shot at the Defiance Championship!
Luci gets to her feet to have her hand raised by the referee as Sophia starts to pull herself up to a seated position, glaring a hole into Luci’s back as she does. Luci makes her way out of the ring, soaking in the cheers from the San Jose crowd, before the show cuts elsewhere.
We head back to the ring with John standing by as the fans see the video wall showing what match is coming up next.
Melissa: This match could almost be billed as FFW vs. SVW, but it’s certainly a lot more personal than professional at this point. I’ll be joined by their mutual manager shortly.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
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. Christian returns to the back.
Melissa: We found out earlier that Missy will be challenging Vivi for the Adrenaline Championship on December 2nd. But what we are about to see is far from anything to do with championships.
“Hands To Myself” by Selena Gomez starts to play through the speakers around the arena.
Can't keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I'm trying to
I want you all to myself
You're metaphorical gin and juice
So come on give me a taste
Of what it’s like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
You're metaphorical gin and juice
As the opening verse ends and the tempo starts to increase Scarlett Silver walks through the curtain onto the stage with her manager, Christian Kincaid. The lights dip for a moment before she steps forward and a red spotlight shines down on her.
Cause all of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying
All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I
Can't keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can't keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Scarlett struts down the ramp acknowledging the crowd with a smile, with Christian following a few steps behind. Pausing halfway down she sways her hips in rhythm with the music and slowly blows a kiss out to the crowd.
John: Introducing at this time… Hailing from Los Angeles, California….the FFW Fast Track Champion, Scarlett Silver!
Scarlett reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope before jumping to her feet and climbing onto the turnbuckle facing the stage. She raises her arms up high then jumps down to join Christian in her corner, for a last minute, pre-match discussion. He then heads for the booth to join Melissa.
Melissa: Welcome to the booth for this match, Christian. I have a question for you. Why did Scarlett bring her Fast Track title with her tonight? It’s not on the line, and it isn’t even recognized by SVW.
Christian: To be quite honest with you, I didn’t know she was bringing it with her. It certainly wasn’t because I thought she should or even discussed. But she did, and we can chalk it up to her being proud of it.
Referee Roger Weatherby called for the bell as Scarlett held up a finger, and immediately stepped out to the floor. She gave the Fast Track title a kiss, and then gave it to Christian in the booth before heading back to the ring. The two met in the center of the ring as Missy asked her if she still wanted this match before Scarlett glanced around for a moment, as if she were asking the crowd. She shook her head no, and started to walk past Missy until she surprised her with a back elbow to the mouth. Two more followed that before Missy shoved her backwards a couple steps, and the two met again to trade rapid right hands. Missy used a double leg takedown to bring Scarlett to the mat before she mounted her with more punches, causing Scarlett to cover up with her arms covering her face. She managed to flip Missy off her, and immediately rolled under the bottom rope. And when the Brit went to get her, the referee stopped her because of where Scarlett was.
Melissa: Scarlett tried to get the one up on Missy right out of the gate, and really paid dearly for it with those mounted punches.
Christian: I’m going to assume she’s trying to get her worked up, so she’ll lose her focus or train of thought. I didn’t do a lot of game planning with these two for this match, neither of them felt they needed it because they know each other so well.
Silver got back to her feet, and ducked her head through the ropes as soon as Missy came forward. The referee intercepted her again, trying to push her back when Scarlett ducked back into the ring and jammed a thumb into Missy’s eye over his shoulder. It blinded her long enough for Scarlett to shove him out of the way, and clock her with a right cross to the jaw. She quickly grabbed her by the head with both hands, and drove her face first into the turnbuckle. Twice more she did it before she whipped her across to the far corner. Missy crashed chest first and stumbled out backwards before Scarlett bounced off the near side ropes with a sling blade clothesline to put the Brit on the mat.
Christian: I see what Scarlett’s trying to do now. She’s looking to make Missy see red, and take advantage of that fact. It won’t take much in this match to irritate Missy, given all that’s been said and done.
Melissa: That can be a double edged sword though. We’ve see what happens when Missy gets really angry, though Scarlett seems to be handling it thus far.
Scarlett leaned down and grabbed Missy’s hands before stepping on her hair and pulling her off the mat. The Leeds native shouted as her hair was being pulled out seemingly at the root before Scarlett let her fall back to the mat, still holding her hands as she grinned at the referee. Just as quickly, she pulled her up again to another shout and a four count from the referee and finally let her go. Silver bounced off the near side rope with a diving knee drop to Missy’s head before she hooked the outside leg for the cover.
Melissa: Scarlett’s looking to put Missy away right now, and there’s the hook of the leg.
ONE!!
TW-NO!
Missy kicks out of the cover, and Scarlett rolls off and back to her feet. She rolls her onto her stomach, and uses a double knee drop into her lower back. With the crowd clearly supporting Missy, Scarlett gave a bit of a pout listening to them before using a leg drop across the back of Missy’s head to keep her down.
Christian: She can’t let the crowd bug her too much. To them, she’s representing FFW….especially with bringing the Fast Track title here. These are SVW fans, after all.
Missy started to move away from her towards the ropes, and Scarlett stayed behind her. As soon as she rolled onto her back to get up, Scarlett grabbed her feet and positioned her head under the bottom rope. She fell backwards into a catapult, driving Missy’s neck against the rope and causing her to cough violently. Silver planted one boot against her throat and used the ropes to hold her up, causing the referee to count four before she stepped off…..and back on again for another four count.
Melissa: For her first time in a SVW ring, it certainly seems like Scarlett Silver is enjoying herself at the expense of Missy.
Christian: This is pretty much a one shot deal for Scarlett. She’s looking to prove a point. And I guess she figures if she can make the SVW fans dislike her that much more, why the hell not?
Scarlett started to drag Missy back towards the center of the ring, and leaned down over her as she was still coughing. She asked her if she was sure she still wanted to have this match, just as Missy had done at the start. And with a little pat on the cheek for added insult, Scarlett grinned….and promptly got kicked in the head. Missy caught her flush with one kick from her back, and immediately fired off a second one. Silver stumbled backwards as Missy got to her feet, and went to kick her. Silver grabbed her foot, and Missy smiled this time before dropping her with an enzuigiri to the back of the head. The Brit got back to her feet, still rubbing her neck a bit as the crowd was even louder behind her now.
Christian: I haven’t met the woman who likes to be patted on the cheek or the head, Melissa. Missy is no different, and Scarlett may have wasted a little too much time there.
Melissa: Well if she remembers it after that kick to the dome, I’m sure she’ll agree with you. In any event, Missy’s back to her feet and FFW’s Fast Track Champ is in trouble!
Scarlett started to get back to her feet, only to be helped up by Missy who then proceeded to fire her into the far corner. Missy followed her in with a corner clothesline, dropping her to a seat before the Brit grabbed the top rope...and proceeded to stomp the life out of her. Shot after shot after shot landed on Scarlett’s chest before Missy climbed up to the second rope to deliver a basement dropkick into her chest. She quickly rolled through to her feet, and took off for the far side. Missy rebounded quickly into a baseball slide dangerously low on Scarlett’s body that folded her up in the corner.
Melissa: Scarlett’s gonna have Missy’s boot size imprinted on her chest for a few days after that, and whoo boy! If that baseball slide had gone any lower, she would have struck oil, I think.
Christian: She’s got a lot of pent up anger over this whole thing with Scarlett, and let’s be honest. It’s not like Scarlett has been adhering to the rules too much herself.
Missy dragged Scarlett out of the corner towards the center of the ring. A leaping elbow drop landed on her chest before the Brit headed for the corner and made her way to the top rope. She perched herself for a moment and was about to dive off, but Scarlett rolled away and out of the ring to the floor. Missy dropped down to the mat, and went out after her. Silver had started to go around the corner as Missy went to get her. She pulled her up by the head to get her back in the ring, but Scarlett surprised her with a drop toe hold that smacked her face onto the floor. She crawled away to the apron, taking deep breaths as she pulled herself to her feet.
Melissa: That was all the time Scarlett needed right there, but you can see those deep breaths she’s taking. She may not have realized what she set off. I’d rather them get back in the ring, they’re right here in front of us.
Christian: I’d rather it get back in the ring too. A countout or anything close to that isn’t going to resolve their differences. We need a winner here.
Scarlett reached over the front of the table, and took her title off it to raise it above her head to the crowd. More boos followed that before she tossed it on the ground, and then asked the referee for the time. As he leaned through the ropes to ask the timekeeper, Scarlett pulled Missy up and used a DDT into the Fast Track Championship to put her down again. She rolled her back into the ring, regained her title and buffed it a bit before handing it back to Christian. Silver rolled under the bottom rope as the referee turned around to answer her...and dove into a count.
Melissa: That’s why she brought that title with her tonight! She wanted to use it as a weapon, and she may have knocked Missy out cold here!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!
Missy’s arm popped up off the canvas, and Scarlett told the referee to count faster as she got back to her feet. She doubled back to the corner, and started unfastening the top turnbuckle pad. It was tossed to the floor exposing the metal hook underneath before Scarlett went backt o get her opponent.
Christian: I think I’ll put this title out of sight. You know what they say…..out of sight, out of mind.
Scarlett pulled Missy back to her feet, and scooped her up over a shoulder. As she was heading towards the corner, the referee blocked her path after seeing the exposed turnbuckle. She told him to get out of the way, and he told her she could use any of the others she wanted. Scarlett told him to move again...just as Missy slipped out the back and landed on her feet. Before the Fast Track Champion could turn around, Missy grabbed her head and fell backwards into a backstabber that flipped her over to the mat. The crowd once again began to get behind Missy as she got back to her feet, glancing towards the exposed turnbuckle and getting angrier when she saw it.
Melissa: Missy just realized what her former bestie there was trying to do, and that coupled with getting a DDT into the title….well, she’s definitely not in a good mood now!
Christian: She’s not going to use that turnbuckle in response, but I’m pretty sure she’s going to up the pain factor a few notches now.
Scarlett was starting to stir on the canvas, and rolled over to her knees. Missy took off for the far side, and left her feet for the curb stomp. But Silver avoided it entirely as if she read her mind. Missy regained her footing as Scarlett got back to her feet, and caught her with a high knee to the head. Silver stumbled backwards enough for Missy to get a running a start, and leave her feet for a headscissors DDT. Scarlett stood on her head for a half second and collapsed before Missy rolled her over, and went for the cover.
Christian: I think she got that one from Emma Mac, but either way, this might be all she wrote for Scarlett!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOPE.
Scarlett got her shoulder up in time, and Missy rose back to her feet. She dragged Scarlett to her feet, and scooped her over one shoulder for a Michinoku driver. It spiked Scarlett on top of her head between Missy’s legs, and crumpled her to the mat.
Melissa: Scarlett dropped right on her skull, and Missy’s not done yet! I think she should go for a cover here!
The Brit took off for the ropes again, this time catching Scarlett with a curb stomp….but to her lower back instead. It folded her up for a second until Missy planted her feet, and fell backwards to grab Scarlett’s head into a Muta Lock submission. Scarlett’s face froze in pain as Missy clasped her hands tightly under her chin.
Christian: I haven’t seen her break that out too much lately, but that’s called MISSHAPEN, Melissa! I think Missy wants Scarlett to tap out more than she wants a pin.
Melissa: Well she’s certainly well on her way to making that a reality! Look at Scarlett’s face, not to mention the poise Missy has to hold this move like she’s doing!
The referee asked Scarlett for a submission, but she refused. Missy tried to increase the pressure as she shouted at her to quit. Scarlett reached out for the rope, but it wasn’t close enough for her as Missy continued to pour on the pressure. The referee asked again, still getting a no but a weaker one from Scarlett this time as she refused.
Melissa: Like her or not, you gotta give Scarlett Silver credit! She’s not tapping out, despite the fact Missy has her dead to rights here!
Christian: That’s pride, nothing more. Scarlett isn’t going to quit if she can help it, not with how she feels about everything. But she ought to think about it.
Missy continued to shout at Scarlett to tap out, but instead the FFW Fast Track Champion started pulling them both with her arms all the way to the ropes. She grabbed the bottom rope, even wrapping her arm around it before the referee called for the break. Missy let go, and got back to her feet. She looked down at Scarlett not with anger, but seemingly with a sense of newfound respect for her.
Christian: Most people tap out when they get stuck in that hold, but Scarlett wasn’t going to do it. And in a weird way, I think she may have garnered some bonus respect from Missy.
Melissa: I think you may be right! The fact is, though, that the match is still going on here. And Missy better not let her linger too long like this.
Scarlett crawled away from the ropes, trying to pull herself together as Missy nodded her head. The Brit took off for the far side, and rebounded quickly. She left her feet for her curb stomp, but Scarlett avoided it again! The Brit landed on her feet and tried to regain her balance when she turned around into the Asiatic spike to her throat from Scarlett! Scarlett yanked her down into a small package as the referee went to count!
Melissa: SILVER SPIKE!! I don’t know where the hell that came from!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NO!
A split second before the three came down, Missy rolled the small package over on top of Scarlett as the referee went to count again!
Christian: She reversed it!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
The referee called for the bell as Missy collapsed onto the mat beside Scarlett. Both women lay exhausted on the canvas as the SVW fans gave Missy quite a lot of support.
John: The winner of this match……………….MISSY!!!
Melissa: That was impressive! I thought Scarlett had Missy right there after the Scarlett Spike, but somehow Missy reversed that small package and Scarlett couldn’t get free in time.
Christian: She’d already had too much taken out of her, I think. The Spike was what you’d call a last gasp, and she was spent after that.
Missy finally sat up, still catching her breath as she leaned forward. She glanced over to Scarlett on the mat, who was still flat on the canvas. She was about to reach towards her when Scarlett rolled herself out of the ring to the floor. She leaned herself against the ringside steps, trying to catch her breath and pull herself together.
Christian: If you’ll excuse me, Melissa, I got a couple clients to go help and maybe set up a pair of ice baths too. Thanks for having me!
He dropped the headset, and headed towards the ring with Scarlett’s title. Missy finally got to her feet, and rolled out to the floor. Christian got between them, saying a few words to both of them before giving Scarlett her title back. The Fast Track Champion of FFW got to her feet, the two looking at one another for a second or two before Scarlett headed towards the back. Christian raised Missy’s hand as the show headed elsewhere.
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Re: SVW Rampage - October 14, 2018
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A Deal's A Deal
The next image we see is that of a handshake between two familiar faces. The camera pulls back to show it’s Mark and Cody.
Cody: What can I do for you tonight?
Mark: Nothing. I was just thinking about the deal you made with Kilmeade the other night. You know where you took all of this as your fault?
Cody: Yeah… I still do. I mean I didn’t plan to quit my job or anything about it, but that’s how it worked out.
Mark: Yeah, about that. I’m not going to hold you to that deal. I know he goaded you into it. And if you have had second thoughts, I’m not going to enforce it no matter what happens tonight.
Cody shook his head.
Cody: No, I made a deal. I always honor my commitments. If SVW doesn’t win the best of five tonight, this will be my last night in SVW. I’ll go find something to do.
Cody reached into his pocket, and handed Mark a folded up envelope, causing the Vice President to take it with a curious look.
Mark: What’s this?
Cody: That’s my letter of resignation. If FFW wins the best of five tonight, you can start looking for a new Uprising General Manager.
A smile formed on his face as he said it.
Cody: But when not if SVW wins this series...you can put that into the shredder for me and leave the filings on Kyle’s desk.
That brought a smile to Mark’s face as he nodded his head.
Mark: You got it!
The Vice President headed off, while the smile began to fade on Cody’s face as the best of five series grew closer.
John: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish and it is for the SVW DEFIANCE CHAMPIONSHIP!
the PA with thick bass and the monstrous black man shows up wearing all black, making his way down to the ring with heavy steps, rubbing his palms together a hint of smirk across his face.
John: On his way to the ring standing 6’6 tall weighing 450 pounds The Fat Cheetah, Paul James!
Melissa: The Fat Cheetah has been on a steam roller course on his way back to the Defiance Championship, and if that continues tonight we will be looking at a new Champion.
Dante: Just because he’s the size of a steam roller doesn’t mean that is what he is going to do.
The lights in the arena dim down to a low level as the audience is left to its own devices for little while. The intro to “Silver” by The Neighbourhood begins to play over the speakers. Nearly thirty seconds elapse before Misha LeCavalier makes her way out from backstage. Lights surrounding the ramp begin to flicker and flash as she descends towards the ring. The camera gets a wonderful shot of the SVW DEFIANCE Championship as she walks. All the while, her eyes are cold and focused.
John: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds, she is the current SVW DEFIANCE Champion—MISHA LECAVALIER!
Misha makes her way up the steel steps and wipes her boots before she enters the ring. The crowd reacts to her presence in the ring, but she is unbothered and unaffected as she walks about the ring. She removes her ring jacket a few moments later. Misha then walks to the corner, removes the championship from her waist, and holds it high in the air. She then places the championship belt across her shoulder and leans against the turnbuckles and waits for the bell to ring.
Melissa: Misha has the largest challenge she’ll likely face in SVW, coming in the form of the number one contender to her championship, Paul James. She’ll have to pull something out of the bag tonight, if she wants to hold onto the Defiance Championship.
Dante: This’ll be a test of brains over brawn, and I’m putting my money on Misha’s brains winning out.
Referee Billy Phelps accepts the belt from Misha and shows it to Paul. He holds it above his head to show the San Jose crowd who respond with a massive pop, before he passes it off to John as he makes his way out of the ring. A brief check of both competitors by Phelps follows before he calls for the bell to get the match underway. Both competitors make their way to the centre of the ring, and Misha immediately ducks out of the way as Paul makes a swipe towards her. She dashes behind him and hits him with a chop block to the back of his right knee that barely even registers on him. He spins around to face her again, but Misha quickly dodges his arms and again gets herself behind him for another chop block to the same knee as before. Again the impact barely registers on the big man and again he spins around to face Misha. He swipes a hand towards her for the third time, and she avoids it again, although barely this time. She dodges to the side of him and starts to lay kicks into the back of the knee that she’s already been targeting.
Melissa: It looks like Misha’s game plan at the moment is to avoid getting caught by Paul and to target his leg to get him down, though it doesn’t appear to be doing much good at the moment.
Dante: You know what they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. She just needs to get him to fall then it’s game on.
Kick after kick lands on target but Paul barely even wobbles from the impact, leaving Misha looking a little frustrated, and causing her to kick even harder than before. James makes another swipe towards the Champion and she manages to duck her head just in time before the strike connects. She gets behind him for yet another chop block to the back of his knee, this time managing to knock him down to the other one. As soon as he is on one knee, Misha connects a roundhouse kick to the side of his head which doesn’t do much to him at all. She goes for a second but as she spins to connect it, he stands up and moves backwards so that Misha gets nothing but air, sending her off balance as she tries to remain upright.
Dante: Well that was rude of him, making Misha miss her target like that. He should apologise and give her a free shot.
Melissa: That’s not the way wrestling matches work, except for in your delusional mind!
The Champion recovers her balance to prevent herself from falling, but as she does Paul swipes at her again, this time managing to catch her across the back with a clubbing forearm. She staggers forwards from the impact, and Paul catches her with a second one which sends her chest first into the ropes. She spins on a dime to prevent a third from hitting, and instead Paul grabs her by the arm and pulls her into a short-arm clothesline, leaving her in a heap on the canvas after he has. The number one contender puts his foot on Misha’s chest for the cover, as Phelps slides into place.
Melissa: That must feel like the equivalent of getting pulled into the path of a moving vehicle! Misha might be seeing double already, and this could be a very quick ending to this match.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO-NOPE!!!
Misha grabs Paul’s foot and pushes it off her chest to get her shoulder up, stopping the count before the two can be completed.
Dante: A cover like that rarely works and this was no exception. Misha isn’t going to give up the title that easily.
LeCavalier starts to pull herself up to a seated position, but she doesn’t get very far before the ‘Fat Cheetah’ pulls her the rest of the way up to her feet. He fires her across into the ropes and when she rebounds he mows her down with a clothesline that almost sends the Champion straight through the canvas with the impact. Misha starts to get back to her feet, and despite looking fairly groggy, she manages narrowly to avoid a second clothesline from her opponent. She drops down to the canvas and slides through his open legs to pop back to her feet behind him, before hitting another chop block to the back of his right knee. A second and a third follow in quick succession before Paul starts to wobble. The fourth is the charm and manages to knock him down again to the opposite knee.
Melissa: Misha is nothing if not persistent. She has been targeting that same knee on Paul since the outset.
Dante: I told you her brains would match his brawn. It’s the smartest thing to do, cause enough damage to keep him down and that will even the odds between them a great deal.
James gets straight back up to a vertical base again, and Misha lets out a frustrated sigh, while the San Jose crowd show a great deal of delight at it. He spins around to face Misha, starting to favour his right knee slightly. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifts her into a bear hug and squeezes tight. He starts to shake Misha side to side, looking almost like he has a ragdoll in his arms. The Champion tries to struggle herself free, but Paul keeps his hands interlocked preventing her from doing so.
Dante: I doubt that’s a position anybody would want to be it. It looks like she’s being hugged by a grizzly bear!
Realising that she can’t escape his grip, Misha starts to swing her legs instead. She manages to connect a kick to his right knee cap, which gets a grunt of discomfort from the ‘Fat Cheetah’. Trying to hit the same spot again, LeCavalier swings her legs wildly which doesn’t hit the mark, but manages to disrupt Paul’s balance enough that he releases his grip on Misha to be able to steady himself. Misha drops to the canvas and immediately starts to suck in lungfuls of air, as she tries to catch her breath. Before she can fully, Paul pulls her up and then uses a belly-to-belly suplex to send her crashing straight back to the canvas. He gets into position for another cover as Phelps drops into place for the count.
Melissa: Another cover for Paul, and there is no doubt that Misha is going to be feeling the impact from that suplex for a while!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOPE!!!
Misha manages to get her shoulder up just after the two count and as Paul gets back to her feet, she rolls away from him towards the ropes out of his reach.
Dante: Misha has speed and brains on her side, which is why she just did the smart thing and got as far away from his reach as she could.
The Defiance Champion rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron. Using the ropes to steady herself, she gets to her feet and takes a moment to gather herself, while the referee tells the ‘Fat Cheetah’ to stay back to allow her to get back into the ring. Misha takes her time, making sure she has fully collected her faculties before she starts to enter through the ropes. Paul starts to head towards her, and she ducks back onto the apron again, considering her route. She starts to come through the ropes again, and Paul straight away starts striding to her position. She lets him get with reaching distance of her, and then quickly drops down to roll under the bottom rope beside him. She pops back up to her feet behind him and before he can turn she connects a stiff kick to the back of his right knee to send him face first into the ropes.
Dante: If she keeps hitting that knee enough times, it’s bound to work eventually. It’s just like chopping down a tree.
Melissa: If trees were able to move and hit back, sure. I’ve never known a tree be able to suplex someone though.
Paul bounces off the ropes and Misha is waiting with another stiff kick to the back of his right knee to send him straight back into them. As he hits the ropes this time, she starts to unload with forearm shots rapidly across his back, barely managing to keep him against the ropes. She gets faster and harder with each shot until Paul spins around to face her, losing his balance a little on his right leg as he does. Spotting that her earlier targeting is beginning to work, she aims another kick to the same leg, wobbling him a little bit more as she does. Paul lunges forwards away from the ropes and makes a grab at Misha’s throat, but she ducks to the side and he gets nothing but a handful of air. She lands another kick to his right kneecap and then takes off towards the opposite ropes. She rebounds off them as Paul approaches her and then she leaves her feet to land a low dropkick directly to his kneecap.
Melissa: How Paul is managing to stay on his feet after all of the torture that knee has taken is an absolute mystery.
Dante: You say mystery, I say annoyance. He needs to just fall down already and stop fighting it. Misha isn’t going to stop hitting her target. She worked to hard to get the Defiance Championship, she won’t let it go easily.
Melissa: Squaring up to Paul James could probably be called a lot of things, easy isn’t one of them.
The ‘Fat Cheetah’ wobbles back on his heels from the impact and Misha acts quickly to deliver a stick kick to his kneecap which brings him down once more to the opposite knee. A roundhouse kick from the Defiance Champion connects with his head which wobbles him back on his knee and a second one bang on target in the same spot finally knocks him back onto the canvas. Misha leaves her feet to land a double knee drop into his head, before she throws her arm over him for the cover, prompting Phelps to slide back into position for the count.
Dante: Finally! He’s down and now Misha can retain her Championship!
ONE!!!
TW-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Paul gets his shoulder up with such force that he sends Misha tumbling backwards across the ring, all the way to the ropes.
Melissa: Misha has done well to get Paul down to the canvas, but it’s going to take more than that for her to keep him down.
LeCavalier gets back to her feet and takes off towards the opposite ropes at a run as Paul pulls himself up to his knees looking more than a little groggy. As the ‘Fat Cheetah’ reaches his knees, Misha comes off the second rope with a knee shot straight to the back of his head that knocks him forwards to land face first on the canvas. He pulls himself back up again looking even more disorientated and Misha connects a running knee to his head to put him back down again. Again he pulls himself up and this time she connects another roundhouse kick to flatten him. She gets in place for another cover as quickly as she can, and struggles to hook one of his legs as she does.
Melissa: Misha has kept targeting Paul’s knee and head throughout this match, but has she done enough to keep the big man down for a three count?
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
T-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Phelps stops the count just after the two as Paul again gets his shoulder off the mat. Misha sits back on her knees looking more than a little frustrated, as the San Jose crowd show their support for the ‘Fat Cheetah’ loudly.
Dante: Anybody else would probably be unconscious already after so many headshots, how is he managing to still get up?!
Melissa: Misha is understandably looking frustrated, she is probably wondering just what it is going to take to keep him down for three.
Paul gets back to his feet quite unsteadily and it takes him a moment to be able to get his balance. Misha gets back to her feet just a moment after him, but before she can make a move, Paul closes the gap and picks her up by the throat. He lifts her off her feet and lets her dangle there for a moment, showing off his strength, before using a chokeslam to send her straight back down to the canvas.
Melissa: Misha almost went through the canvas with that impact! And Paul’s don’t finished with her yet… he’s going for one of his signature moves.
With surprising agility, Paul makes a move to land a moonsault across the downed Defiance Champion...but he gets nothing but canvas as she rolls out of the way at the very last second. He impacts with such force that the ring actually shakes, and Misha looks wide eyed for a second at her close call. She looks even more wide eyed as Paul starts to sit up again, before she pulls herself together and takes off towards the ropes. She uses them to build up her momentum and comes back to the number one contender, connecting her King Kong Lariat before he can get up from his seated position. James collapses back to the canvas and Misha delivers another knee drop to his head before getting into position for the cover. Phelps slides into place for the count, as Misha again hooks one of his legs.
Melissa: CRISIS TRIGGER and an additional headshot for good measure. Has she finally done enough to retain the Defiance Championship?!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Paul kicks out just a fraction too late as Phelps has already counted the three. The referee gets back to his feet to call for the bell, telling Paul it was too late as he does.
John: Your winner and still SVW DEFIANCE CHAMPION………………….Misha LeCavalier!
Dante: Brains triumph over brawn yet again!
Melissa: Misha really had to work for this defense, Paul made sure of that. It was starting to look like he was not going to stay down at all. And if it hadn’t of been for that fraction of a second between the three and his shoulder coming up this could have been a very different ending.
Misha gets to her feet clearly exhausted and a little shell shocked. She accepts her title back from the referee and raises it high in one hand while the referee raises the other. When the referee releases her hand, she raises the title up high again in both hands before the camera cuts elsewhere.
The arena cuts to darkness, except for the video screen, which flickers up to static for a moment, before it turns to the image of a blank-screened Pip-Boy 3000, and we hear the voice of our star.
"Let's go."
The opening riff of the "Fallout 4 Theme", redone by Defaced starts. Timed with the 3 bass notes, 3 hot yellow lights shine down on center stage, forming a 'radioactive' symbol. Standing in the center of the light, is Kaoru Asaka, in her ring gear and a long pine green ring jacket, crouched and facing the entrance, watching her first name also come on screen, and standing up as the next line plays. When it gets to the next set of 3 bass notes, the lights turn off one by one, and her last name comes onto screen a syllable at a time. Then as the main melody and drums kick back up, Kaoru turns around, throwing her fist into the sky, the lights behind her one the stage all beaming bright yellow. She yells out to the crowd, and starts to head for the ring... even stopping to air-guitar along to the song with a group of fans along the way...
John: Coming to the ring... Representing FFW... Hailing from New Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 65 kilotons of power, she is the Nuclear Explosion of the Burning Star Express...
Asaka runs and hops up onto the apron, hard cam side, climbing up the turnbuckles and raises her arms high above her head, trying to hype up the crowd at ringside.
John: Atomic! Kaoru! Aaaaaaasaka!
Kaoru pumps her fist again to the crowd before she hops down into the ring, handing her ring jacket to a ring attendant before running the ropes a few times.
Melissa: The FFW versus SVW war continues, now with a former FFW Champion taking on the former Adrenaline Champion, and leader of the Worthy!
Dante: And it's just sad that Kaoru Asaka is representing the failing FFW here. As a member of SVW herself, she should be a little more coherent and just let SVW win if she values her job!
Melissa: I REALLY wanna see what you're gonna say about the Brazilian Storm later tonight.
The lights shut off almost entirely aside from a single spotlight at the entrance way. Qilin, the goth lolita, walks out with a mask in her hands. Qilin looks and giggles, kissing the forehead of the mask before raising it above her head and tossing it to the ground. As soon as it hits the ground the entire ramp is filled with fog and the arena goes quiet for a moment, Qilin completely obscured.
“Oh my god
Please help me, knee deep in the river tryin' to get clean
He says wash your hands, get out the stains
But you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay
Yeah you best believe, boy, there's hell to pay, sayin'
Come on!”
The roar with boos as the fog clears and standing next to Qilin is a masked woman, clad in gold, black and red, those crimson lips curl and she points at the ring. Making their way down QIlin hands pamphlets to anyone who would take one.
John: And representing SVW... Hailing from, Yeongdeungpo District, South Korea this is the Game Changer... Sunny Kyoun!
“I rambled with the worst of them
Fell in love with a harlequin
Saw the darkest hearts of men
And I saw myself starin' back again
And I saw myself starin' back again”
Slowly she, alongside Qilin, slowly make it to the ring as smoke billows down the walkway to the ring. Qilin climbs up onto the apron and holds the ropes for her masked leader. Sunny quickly slips through the ropes and glares around as smoke surrounds the ring. Qilin helps Sunny remove the entrance attire before slipping out of ring. Sunny stares off, waiting, plotting.
Melissa: Sunny hasn't brought the entire squad with her tonight, just Qilin. And the lolita isn't exactly harmless herself, so let's see what role she'll play tonight.
Dante: You guys and your idea that everyone surrounding people you don't like is a threat. Chill out, horseface; Qilin is a most delectable person. You should hang out with her sometime.
Melissa: How many of her pamphlets have you read?
Dante: I plead the 5th.
The bells ring and the two wrestlers circle one another for a while, until Kaoru steps forth to grab Sunny, who ducks and walks around the Japanese opponent, grabbing her by the waist. Asaka quickly works around that as she undoes Sunny's grip and twists her arm, yanking her from her place as she whips Sunny to the ropes. The Korean wrestler hits the roeps and comes back with the built-up momentum, only for Kaoru to lift her in the air and allow her to fall flat on the mat with a back body drop. Sunny groans as she gets up to her feet, and Kaoru quickly makes a move to grab her wrist again. Sunny slaps Kaoru's hand away and grabs Kaoru's wrist herself, preparing to whip her into the ropes. Kaoru plants her feet down and pulls Sunny's arm again, into a belly-to-back clutch. The leader of the Worthy quickly throws a back elbow to Kaoru's nose, forcing the Japanese wrestler to let go of the clutch. It's then that Sunny goes to the ropes on her own, building up momentum while Asaka keeps holding her face... But quickly lets go and thrusts her elbow forward as Sunny comes running, striking the Korean wrestler as she comes running, and the Game Changer is sprawled out on the mat.
Melissa: Strong start by Sunny, showing why SVW should trust her to get the job done.
Dante: See, this is how you should sound like more often, and not the faux-neutral schtick you pull on social media. Well done!
Kaoru decides not to take her chances by going for a cover this early, instead connecting with a jumping elbow drop across Sunny's stomach. The Korean wrestler curls up in a ball, and Kaoru dashes to the far ropes to pick up speed. But while Sunny seems to be oblivious to what's about to happen, at ringside, Qilin knows exactly what to do: before Asaka can strike her with a low-angle dropkick, the monochrome doll leaps into the ring and grabs Sunny by the legs, dragging her out of the ring. Kyoun crumbles to ringside, but quickly gets back up, staring at Qilin, who smiles brightly at her master. Kaoru groans as she realizes what's happened, staring at the referee as he starts counting Sunny out. Kaoru herself opens up the whole ring's worth of distance from Sunny, sitting on the top rope as she waits for the Game Changer to get back in the ring.
Melissa: Kaoru was about to strike Sunny again but there's Qilin making her presence felt very early in this match.
Dante: Don't you just love faithfulness? I wonder if your girlfriend is half as faithful to you as Qilin is to Sunny.
Melissa: I... I won't even acknowledge that asinine remark.
Sunny decides to come back to the ring, skirting the apron as she does. Changing her game, Kaoru leaps to the ring apron, running towards Sunny, only to crossbody her... NOPE! Sunny holds her in the air and plants her feet down, establishing her base! With Kaoru on her grasp, Sunny proceeds to run towards the ring's corner post, smashing Kaoru into it! The Japanese wrestler growls in pain before Sunny decides to give it an encore round and smashes Kaoru spine first into the corner, before connecting with a fallaway slam that sends Asaka face first to the ringside pads! With Kaoru down, Sunny hops onto the ring apron, enters the ring to reset the count and moves back to the apron, waiting patiently for Kaoru to get back up. And as soon as the Atonic One is on her feet, Sunny jumps for her and strikes her with a double ax handle across the shoulderblade, sending Kaoru head first into the commentary table!
Melissa: WHOA! Too close! Sunny and Kaoru are brawling right in front of us right here!
Dante: Not really brawling, more like Sunny showing Kaoru around the ring!
Sunny then smirks at the crowd's booing reception of her reaction before grabbing Kaoru by the hem of her upper attire, throwing her back into the ring. Giving chase to her opponent, the SVW representative then gets up and hounds over her, waiting for the perfect chance to strike. When Kaoru comes to one knee, Sunny grabs her arm, pulling her to a vertical base and then putting her through a belly-to-belly slam. Kaoru groans loudly again as her spine meets the mat, and Sunny proceeds to cover her opponent.
ONE!
TW-- Sunny raises Kaoru's head from the mat?
Sunny shakes her head, mentioning that hadn't been "enough adversity" before she grabs Kaoru's arm and drags her to her feet. Once Kaoru is on her vertical base, Sunny starts throwing a flurry of MMA-esque kicks to her midsection, each one of them hitting the Japanese opponent's lower body like a gun shot... until they don't, and an ANGRY Kaoru grabs Sunny's leg and holds her in place. The Game Changer's smirk IMMEDIATELY fades away, and Kaoru lifts her in the air only to spinebuster her into the mat. Sunny scrambles to get back up but ends up stumbling into the far corner, trapping herself there. She then becomes an easy victim to Kaoru's rage, as the Atomic One starts delivering shoulderblocks to her stomach, spearing her into the corner. The referee immediately starts to count Kaoru out, but at the count of 4, Kaoru opens up a bit of a space, only to really reel back and deliver the mother of all chops to Sunny's chest; so strong, it makes the Game Changer's legs fly up as she falls on her ass in pain.
Melissa: GOOD LORD, WHAT A CHOP. That sounded like one straight out of the Ayano clan's book!
Dante: Good thing Kaoru is a learner, right? Two things she learned with Miko Ayano right there: how to chop, and how to be a loser.
Melissa: She... didn't lose the match. It's still ongoing.
Dante: Just you wait.
Kaoru then makes her way back up to Sunny, grabbing her by the neck and forcing her to stand up, proceeding to do what she loves the most: kneelifting Sunny into the corner. The referee again starts counting Kaoru out, but this time she doesn't have the time to open up the distance: stealing right from Kaoru's book, Sunny reels back and smacks her forehead into Kaoru's in quite the powerful headbutt. Kaoru stumbles backwards a couple of steps, but doesn't seem to be fazed by the attack. But that's enough time for Sunny to react, throwing more MMA-esque kicks to Kaoru's lower midsection. Once Kaoru has her guard down, Sunny grabs her wrist and whips her to the far corner. Kaoru decides not to bump into the turnbuckles, instead hopping onto the second turnbuckle and then springing herself to the apron. Seeing that, Sunny dashes towards Kaoru and lifts her leg for a Yakuza kick... NOPE! Sunny holds her foot in place and, grabbing her foot, she jumps to ringside, making Sunny's leg spring upwards without her body, which causes the Game Changer to be sent backwards, skull first into the mat!
Melissa: OW! That's a way to use the ropes if I ever saw one! I don't think Sunny was ready to open a full compass like that!
Dante: Sunny is ALWAYS ready for EVERYTHIN-- Uhhhhh, I take that back. I just noticed what you meant and no, I won't besmirch Sunny's integrity like that. You should apologize to her posthaste!
Melissa: Apologize for WHAT?!
Rolling back into the ring, Kaoru waits for the perfect chance again, proceeding to put Sunny in a full nelson hold. As Asaka pushes Sunny's head downwards, the Korean thrashes about in her attempt to shake free. But after a while, Sunny goes for the Occam's razor's tactic and stomps on Kaoru's foot, prompting the Japanese wrestler to let go a little bit of the hold. This gives her the chance to grab Kaoru's head and come down with her into a stunner. Kaoru is sent reeling backwards a little bit, and it gives Sunny enough time to recover. Kyoun then rushes to the ropes, but a fully conscious Kaoru dashes towards her. Sunny hits the ropes, Kaoru swings her arm at Sunny, Sunny ducks... Kaoru hits the ropes, and Sunny throws her fabled SUPERKICK to Kaoru's jaw, and the Japanese wrestler crumbles! after that, a cover follows!
ONE!
TWO!
NOPE!!! Kaoru powers out!
Sunny stares at the referee, as if telling him to count faster next time, before she gets up to her feet. Kaoru is on her fours, crawling over to the ropes, using them to get back to her feet. Sunny opens up the full ring's worth of distance from Kaoru, waiting for the perfect chance... And when she does, she dashes towards Kaoru, ONLY FOR ASAKA TO DELIVER A MASSIVE HEADBUTT TO HER CHEST!!! Sunny collapses in a heap and Kaoru screams a "THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT!!!" before dropping on top of her for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NOPE! Sunny powers out!
Without missing the beat, Kaoru gets up and grabs Sunny's arm, forcing her to stand up... And Sunny's immediate reaction is to rake Kaoru's eyes! Kaoru immediately covers her eyes and yelps in pain, and the referee notices the illegal move. His admonishment goes unheard though, as Sunny grabs Asaka's arm and pulls her closer, driving her into the mat with a Northern lights suplex that she doesn't keep bridged. Not that she needs to, as Kaoru is still feeling her back from the corner post shots. As Asaka rolls over, Sunny grabs her by the head to lift her up... but Kaoru gets her second wind as she starts to kneelift Sunny's stomach, and the crowd "yay's" along with each strike, before she follows that up with a jawbreaker, causing Sunny to stumble backwards. Asaka gets up and makes a beeline to Sunny, grabbing her by the arm, ready to whip her to the ropes. Sunny plants her feet down and reverts the throw, sending Kaoru running instead. Kaoru hits the ropes and comes back, only for Sunny to clap her hands together and thrust her palms forward, striking Kaoru with a Hadouken to the chest, sending her right back down. Kaoru groans again, and Sunny, with a smirk, makes her way to the closest corner, slowly but surely climbing up the ropes.
Melissa: Sunny is feeling it, you can see it in her face! It's time to end the game!
Waiting for the perfect opportunity, Sunny leaps for Kaoru's neck for the Game Over... NOPE! Kaoru holds Sunny, and falls forward with her, smashing the Game Changer into the mat with a spinebuster! Kaoru rolls away from Sunny as the two wrestlers are spent on the mat, and Kyoun rolls over to the ropes to get leverage to get back up. Kaoru, on her end, gets on her fours and stares at a slow Sunny, deciding to get up and end this. Grabbing Sunny by the hem of her upper attire, she forces the Korean wrestler to get up to her feet... and then puts her in the standing cobra clutch!
Melissa: NUKALOCK!!! NUKALOCK DEPLOYED, AND KAORU IS AIMING TO PUT SUNNY TO SLEEP-- BUT HERE COMES QILIN!!!
Sunny struggles for freedom as Kaoru keeps the Nukalock well tightened... until Qilin hops onto the ring apron and is ready to enter the ring on the referee's blind spot! This prompts Kaoru to let go of Sunny to attack Qilin, who QUICKLY leaps back to ringside. This distraction is enough to give Sunny some time to breathe and get her bearings back. Once Kaoru turns back to Sunny, she immediately eats another superkick, and crumbles to the mat! Sunny quickly pulls Kaoru closer, locking her head between her thighs... Only to somersault over her and then smash Kaoru's skull into the mat with a CANADIAN DESTROYER! As Kaoru crumbles to the mat, Sunny makes the cover!
Melissa: CANADIAN DESTROYER!
Dante: Not just ANY Canadian Destroyer, Melissa! THAT'S O'NEILL'S OBLIVION!!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Sunny then rolls away from Kaoru and quickly joins Qilin at ringside, as the monochrome doll is beaming with happiness.
John: The winner of this match... SUNNY! KYOUN!!!
Dante: Talk about ending the match with a BANG! It's not just enough to steal from someone else! She just had to steal Kaoru's FFW rival, Shaughnessy O'Neill! What a class act!
Melissa: You call it class act, I call it a theft and an offense! Sunny sent a message to Kaoru with that stolen move, and earns SVW a well made point in this war against FFW!
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John: The following contest is part of the FFW vs SVW best of five. It is a tag team match scheduled for one fall to a finish.
Dirty Dog...! I'm, I'm a dirty dog! I'm a dirty dog!
I'm, I'm a dirty dog! Dirty Dog! I'm a dirty dog! Dirty Dog!
Spotlights begin to trail across the darkened arena and just at that moment Jo McFarlane and Caroline Stark emerge onto the stage,
I'm an outlaw (I'm an outlaw), quick on the draw (Quick on the draw)!
Somethin' you've never seen before! (Never Seen)
And I dare a motherfucker to come in my face!
I got somethin' chrome (I got somethin' Chrome) and I got it from home (I got it from home)
And it ain't a microphone (Ain't it a mic!) and I dare a mother fucker to come in my face!
John: Introducing at a combined weight of two-hundred and eighty-two pounds... She is “The Living Firework” Jo McFarlane and she is “The Instant Classic” Killer C... Together this is... RED! DEAD! DEMOLITION!
The Instant Classic and The Living Firework make a quick fist bump as “Lapdance” continues to play over the sound system and they make their way into the ring. Both women run down the ramp to a series of pyro that goes off in sync with their steps. Jo carries on the momentum to veer around a corner, up the steps, grabbing the top rope and flipping over them, landing on her feet to another pop from the crowd while Caroline slides in. They ascend opposite turnbuckles and take in the crowd before jumping down and beginning last minute strategy talks as the music dies down.
Melissa: Caroline and Jo are both FFW Hall of Famers, but that isn’t going to get them very much love tonight in front of a crowd of SVW fans.
Dante: The fans are morons anyway, so who cares? Just because the fans won’t be supporting them, doesn’t make them any less talented than they are.
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. With a grin he unhooks the title belt from around his waist and holds it above his head as Nancy does likewise with her title belt. 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 - in between holding his title belt high into the air - 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 once more hold the title belt in the air for all to see 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, raising the title as he does so, pointing to it before he slaps his chest. Swaggering to their corner he joins Nancy, with a huge grin on his face. He raises his title belt once more while Hudson gives her title belt one more long, lingering look before they both hand them off to the referee.
John: Please welcome to the ring, Nancy Hudson and Conor Morrison and are the reigning SVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS….SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE!!!
Melissa: This is a first ever meeting between the Soldiers of Fortune and Red Dead Demolition, and as the newly crowned SVW Tag Team Champions, you can bet that the Soldiers are going to want to pull a win out here for SVW and its fans.
Dante: They can want it until the cows come home, it doesn’t mean that they’re going to be able to pull it off.
With the live San Jose crowd very much behind the SVW Tag Team Champions, John makes his way out of the ring. Referee Darren McCluskey gives a cursory check of both teams before calling for the bell. The two teams discuss who is going to be starting with Nancy entering for the Soldiers, while Jo chooses to start for FFW representatives. Caroline and Conor take their places on the apron in the respective corners, while Nancy and Jo meet in the centre of the ring. Nancy goes towards a collar and elbow tie up, but Jo shows no interest in that and instead clocks Hudson with a headbutt. Nancy staggers back a little from the unsuspected impact and Jo makes the most of it to catch her by the back of the head and use a bulldog to plant her face first on the canvas.
Melissa: Jo has come in hot out of the gate, and she looks like she is starting as she means to go on.
Dante: What did you expect her to do, wait for a written invitation? Take the quick advantage and you can control the match.
Nancy pushes straight back to her feet, only to find Jo waiting for her with a swinging back fist. The Soldiers team member reels backwards, and Jo starts to unload with a series of elbows to the side of her head to push her even further backwards. Grabbing hold of her arm, Jo pulls Nancy into a forearm to the jaw and then fires her across into the corner. Hudson hits the turnbuckle chest first and Jo follows her in, to drive her knee into the centre of the brunette’s back. She starts to hammer forearms across her back until McCluskey calls for the break, and at a count of four she pulls her out of the corner and fires her into the opposite side. Nancy stops herself from colliding chest first with the turnbuckles for a second time, and as Jo runs in after her, Nancy grabs the top rope either side of the ropes and jumps up to land on her feet behind Jo.
Melissa: A great evasion by Nancy there. Jo wasn’t expecting that, though I don’t think it has deterred McFarlane too much.
Jo spins on a dime to put herself face to face with Nancy again, and ducks under the uppercut that the brunette aims at her jaw. She pops back up again and uses a Russian Legsweep to send the Soldiers team member crashing to the canvas. Nancy pops straight back up and straight away eats a clothesline that sends her crashing back again. She pops back up to her feet again, although slightly slower than previously. As soon as she is back to a fully vertical base, Jo comes off the ropes to deliver a hurricanrana that flips Nancy back first onto the canvas. The redhead gets into position for a cover as McCluskey slides into place beside them for the count.
Dante: Jo is looking to pitch a shutout here, she hasn’t let Nancy get any offense in at all so far and she’s looking for the fall.
ONE!!!
TW-NOPE!!!
Nancy gets her shoulder up before the referee can complete the two and Jo rolls back to her feet and then on up to her knees looking not at all fazed.
Melissa: Nancy isn’t looking to put an end to this match that quickly, she’s still got plenty left in the tank yet. Though I’m not sure how long that will last if Jo keeps in control the way she has been so far.
The Soldiers team member starts to get back to her feet, but before she can do so under her own steam, Jo pulls her up the rest of the way by her head. The redhead starts to unload another barrage of elbow shots into the side of her head. She grabs the brunette by the arm and pulls her into a short-arm clothesline. Pulling her back up again, she delivers a second, and then pulls her up a third time and fires her across into the ropes. Nancy rebounds off the ropes, and then quickly drops down to her stomach to avoid an oncoming dropkick from Jo. Jo lands on her feet awkwardly as Nancy gets back to her feet and continues onto the opposite ropes. Using them to bounce off, Hudson comes back at Jo at speed and as the Red Dead team member regains her balance and turns to face her, Nancy mows her down with a running clothesline.
Melissa: Nancy has made herself an opening and is showing Jo that she’s not going to let her whitewash her in this match.
Dante: She’s landed one move, it’s hardly time to start celebrating their win yet.
Hudson takes a moment to catch her breath, as Jo gets back to her feet. As soon as she is upright, Nancy grabs her by the shoulders and drives her knee roughly into the redhead’s ribs. A second knee to the same spot follows, before she uses a knee into Jo’s jaw to stand her upright again. She fires the Red Dead team member across into the neutral corner and follows her in with a corner clothesline that crumples her to the canvas. Jo pulls herself back up to her feet, and Nancy bends her forwards to start unloading with forearms to the back of her neck and shoulders. McCluskey calls for a break, and Nancy obliges before he reaches a count of two. She pulls Jo out of the corner and into position to use a back body drop to send her to the canvas with a thud. Immediately following that she gets herself into place for a cover, as McCluskey gets back into place.
Melissa: Nancy has taken control of this match nicely. It might still be a bit too early to put this match to bed but she’s giving it a try anyway!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-NO!!!
Jo kicks out just before the two is completed, and Nancy gets back to her feet, pulling Jo up to hers with her.
Dante: Jo was never going to let the match end this early, unless she was on the other side of the cover.
Jo gets her feet beneath her just before Nancy fires her into her team’s corner. She follows her towards the corner but rather than go after Jo, she tags in the waiting Conor. Morrison comes hot into the ring and pulls Jo out of the corner and straight into a Gorilla Press position. He lifts her up and down a couple of times, but as he goes to drop her, she wiggles her way free and lands on her feet behind him. Before he can turn around she connects a dropkick to his back which sends him stumbling forwards. He narrowly manages to avoid landing on his face, but as he tries to regain his balance, Jo hops up onto his back and starts to fire rapid right hands into the side of his head. Conor manages to shake her off, and as soon as she lands on her feet, she uses a Russian Legsweep to send him crashing to the canvas.
Dante: See how nice Jo is? She wanted both members of the Soldiers of Fortune to have their very own legsweep.
Melissa: I’m sure they wouldn’t have minded if she hadn’t of bothered. Jo could probably do with making the tag to her fresh partner at the moment and it looks like that thought has occurred to her too.
McFarlane starts to make her way towards her corner where Caroline is holding her hand out for the tag. The redhead is almost at her corner, when Conor gets back to his feet and goes after her. He grabs her around the waist from behind to pull her back towards the centre, prompting the FFW Hall of Famer to start firing elbows backwards with abandon. She manages to land several, but Conor doesn’t release her. She keeps firing them backwards harder and harder and manages to connect one particularly vicious shot right to the centre of his chest. Conor drops Jo onto her feet as he tries to catch his breath, and the redhead dives towards her corner to tag in Caroline.
Melissa: Conor tried to stop Jo from tagging in the still fresh Caroline, but Jo’s determination to get there was greater on this occasion.
Caroline wastes no time in making her entrance to the ring, while Conor is still bent in the middle from the shot to the chest her received. Dallins takes off towards him at a run, and connects a European uppercut that stands him upright. She takes off towards the ropes, and rebounds off them to build up her momentum. As she comes back she uses a double leg takedown to tackle Morrison to the canvas. He hits back first with a thud and Caroline mounts his chest to deliver several elbow shots into the side of his head. She gets back to her feet before the referee calls for a break, and pulls Conor up to his with her. Another pair of elbows connect with the side of his head before she spins him around and locks her arms around his waist. She tries to lift him up, but Conor plants his feet and makes it impossible for her. Abandoning that attempt, she instead connects a stiff kick to the back of his knee cap, knocking him down to that knee. Another stiff kick to the back of the other knee cap knocks him fully down to his knees and then she snaps off a DDT to drive him fully into the canvas.
Melissa: Caroline looked like she was going to go for a German suplex towards the corner then, but Conor had no intention of going along for that ride.
Dante: She still got him down to the canvas, where there’s a will there’s a way!
Conor starts to pull himself up into a seated position, but as soon as he begins, Caroline leaves her feet to land an elbow drop straight into his head to put him back down again. She takes off towards the ropes and bounces off them, as she is returning Conor sits up and Dallins hits him with running knee to the head to flatten him once more. She lands a leg drop across his chest and then gets into position for a cover as McCluskey drops down into place beside them for the count.
Dante: The FFW representative team are about to pick up the win over the SVW Tag Team Champions!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOPE!!!
The Soldiers team member gets his shoulder up just after the two and shoves Caroline off the cover. The FFW Hall of Famer rolls away with the impact and gets back to her knees, giving her head a little shake as she does.
Melissa: The Soldiers aren’t going to give away a win to an invading team without a fight, they’re doing this for SVW’s honor!
Both Caroline and Conor get back to their feet with Conor reaching his just a moment before Caroline does. He takes off towards her, picking up speed as he does and spears her backwards into the neutral corner. He spins her around and locks his arms around her waist and then uses a German suplex to bring her back out of the corner, dumping her on her head on the canvas. Dallins bounces from the impact before she settles on her back, but only for a moment, before Conor scoops her up and slams her back down again. He gets into position for a cover of his own, hooking one of her legs as he does.
Melissa: A spear, German suplex and Scoop slam in quick succession for Caroline and I think this is going to be all she wrote!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The count stops before the three as Jo hits Conor with a baseball slide to the head, knocking him off the cover.
Dante: That’s teamwork right there, Jo wasn’t about to let Caroline go out that easily! Caroline needs to tag Jo back in now, because she’s a lot fresher.
McCluskey immediately tells Jo to leave the ring, and she looks like she might object for a moment, but reluctantly backs off as Caroline starts to get back to her knees. She pushes from her knees back to her feet as Conor also reaches his, rubbing his head as he does. Caroline starts to stagger towards her corner, but Conor blocks her path. He starts to fire chops into her chest pushing her backwards towards his own team’s corner, before he lifts her into an Electric Chair drop position. Seeing this Nancy climbs onto the top rope and as Conor drops backward Nancy springs off the top rope and hits a senton bomb, driving Caroline back into the canvas. The referee immediately tells Nancy to get out of the ring, and she obliges quickly as Conor hooks both of Caroline’s leg for the cover.
Melissa: They call that COURT MARTIALED and we don’t need a Jury to tell us that Caroline is likely out after that!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jo gets back into the ring to try and break up the cover, but Nancy intercepts her with a double leg takedown, tackling her down to the canvas.
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
McCluskey gets to his feet to call the bell under a loud amount of cheers from the San Jose crowd, as Jo shoves Nancy off her looking more than a little annoyed.
John: Your winners………………………...SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE!
Dante: If Nancy hadn’t of gotten in the way then, Jo would have broken that pin up with no problem.
Melissa: Nancy wasn’t going to just stand by and watch Jo break up the pin, and if you expected her to, you’re more stupid than I thought.
Nancy gets back to her feet and joins Conor for them both to have their hands raised by the referee, while Jo and Caroline make their way out of the ring. McCluskey releases the Soldiers of Fortune’s hands and retrieves their title belts to hand back to them. They SVW Tag Team Champions raise their belts up high to another pop from the live crowd before the show cuts elsewhere.
A clip showing the injury suffered by Christian Kincaid at the hands of the Franchise is shown as well as subsequent interactions before we head back to the ring.
John: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall!
Melissa: To call this a tag match on its own is gross understatement, folks. This is a grudge match pure and simple!
Dante: Why is it the Storm’s fault that a vending machine fell on his arm? There’s no proof they did it, just his word against theirs honestly.
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: Introducing first… 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: The Storm look ready as always, not to mention overflowing with confidence. We’ll see how that changes or if it does when their opponents arrive.
Dante: Oh please! Bianca and Mel form one of the best tag teams in the world. You think they are nervous over a couple part timers in the tag ranks?
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!!!
Almost as soon as he gets the words out of his mouth though and Kelly lands on her feet, the blonde takes off towards Mel & Bianca all by herself. She drives Mel back into the corner, and starts unloading with right hands on Bianca’s head. Kelly turns into Mel, and continues to do the same thing as she spins around to connect with shots to both women. As she wails on Bianca, Mel comes in from behind and catches a mule kick to the stomach from the former acrobat before Kelly uses a discus clothesline to mow her down.
Dante: What a cheater! But that’s alright! If she wants to make this a handicap match, I’m sure Mel & Bianca will be fine with that!
Melissa: Oh shut up! Kelly didn’t even wait for her partner to get out here, and--
The lights go out, leaving the crowd in silence for a moment before “Into The Sun” by The Parlor Mob kicks in, all the lights in the arena stuttering on and off. As the guitar opening slows down the lights die and are replaced only by a bright white spotlight shining down onto the middle of the entrance ramp like a golden sunbeam slicing down from the heavens and illuminating where Scarlett Kincaid, head bowed. As the first verse is sung, she bolts towards the ring at top speed and slides in under the bottom rope. Mel is there to greet her as Scarlett begins trading right hands with the powerhouse. She fires her across to the far side, and catches her on the rebound with a running knee to the stomach. It doubles Avilo over before Scarlett fires an uppercut into her chin that sends her backwards into the ropes. Bianca goes towards her partner as the sisters use a double clothesline to send them over the top rope to the floor. The crowd roars in approval as they start pacing back and forth.
Melissa: Scarlett hightailed it out here as soon as she saw Kelly wasn’t waiting for her! And the Storm has been cleared out of the ring with Scarlett and Kelly holding court!
Dante: This isn’t a tornado tag match though! It’s supposed to be standard rules two on two in there, this isn’t fair to the Storm!
Scarlett tries to calm her sister down as Bianca and Mel climb slowly onto the apron. Bianca steps through the ropes as Scarlett heads for her team’s corner. Referee Rudy Palmer calls for the bell, and Kelly immediately goes right for Bianca. The two blondes start trading fists at a rapid clip before Salvador begins to get the better of the exchange. She backs Kelly up into the ropes, and looks for a discus punch to her mouth. But Kelly ducks under it, and fires a back elbow into her jaw that sends her stumbling into the wrong corner. A few well placed kicks sends Bianca into the Kincaid corner before Kelly climbs the top rope, and rains down ten punches to her head. Bianca almost stumbles out before Kelly shoves her back into the corner, and then tags in Scarlett. The pair grab the top rope on either side, and a barrage of kicks lands all over Bianca’s body before they both scoop her up for a stalling vertical suplex.
Dante: When is this incompetent referee going to get Kelly out of the ring? She’s been tagged out for 10 minutes by now!
Melissa: That’s impressive since it’s barely been three minutes since it began! Can you at least TRY to tell the truth?
Scarlett tags her sister just as she goes to the outside, and then grabs Bianca’s feet under her arms. The redhead falls backwards into a catapult just as Kelly comes off the top turnbuckle with a leg drop to drive Bianca back down to the mat. She quickly mounts her chest, and unloads with furious right hands to the side of her head. Kelly hops back to her feet and takes off for the ropes again, this time using them for a springboard into a splash onto the “Typhoon” that lands perfectly on target.
Melissa: Kelly’s been angry ever since the attack on her husband, and she’s in no rush to get this match over with! She wants to do some damage above all else.
Dante: Yeah, and that’s going to be the downfall for her. When you start letting emotion drive you, it will almost always fail you.
She pulled Bianca back to her feet, pasting her with European uppercuts to the head before she went to fire her into a neutral corner. Bianca reversed course though, and sent Kelly into the Storm’s corner. She immediately began hammering shots on Mel right before Bianca drove a shoulder thrust into her ribs to stop her. Three more followed that before she tagged Mel into the ring. The pair of them scooped her up, and dropped Kelly across their knees for a double gutbuster. Mel clasped her hands together, and began driving clubbing blows across Kelly’s lower back when she tried to get up.
Dante: See? What did I tell you? Kelly wasn’t thinking very well, she was just reacting! And now the Storm have taken advantage of that ignorance. I’d also like to mention I defeated her husband by forfeit.
Melissa: You want to be the next one that these two come after? Then I’d keep my mouth shut and stop talking smack you can’t back up.
Mel pulled Kelly back to her feet into a powerbomb position before dropping her across her knee. It folded the blonde up in pain before Mel dove into the cover with a hook of the leg as Palmer dropped to count.
Dante: Look at that, a powerbomb across Mel’s knee! That’ll crack some vertebrae!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
NOPE!!
Kelly’s shoulder came up after the two, and Mel rolled her onto her stomach. With one foot pressed against her back, Mel pulled Kelly up her arms in a surfboard variation. Kelly’s face tightened in pain before Mel used her foot to drive Kelly face down onto the mat.
Melissa: She may not look like your typical powerhouse, but Mel Avilo is dangerously strong. I’m not sure she even knows how strong she is.
Avilo reaches across for the tag to Bianca. She makes the tag, and joins Mel as they pull the former acrobat to her feet and then whip her across for the ride. A pair of back elbows to the mouth landed on the rebound, and Bianca pulled Kelly into a pumphandle slam. She paused for a moment to show off her arms to the crowd, none of which seemed too impressed. Before she could turn around though, Kelly pulled her into a rollup before the referee dropped to count.
Dante: Bianca always likes to welcome everyone to the gun--HANG ON!!
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
T-NOOOO!!
Melissa: That’s what happens when you waste valuable time! Bianca can pose in front of the mirror later if she wants!
Bianca kicked out in time, and pummeled Kelly with right hands before she got back to her feet. She pulled her up with her, using a few short knees to the ribs to take the wind out of her before she sent her across to the far corner. Salvador followed in behind her with a splash, and yanked her into a backstabber as she stumbled out. A quick cover followed that before Palmer made the count.
Melissa: Kelly’s back is being worked over like nobody’s business, and Salvador’s ready to hit the showers!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Kelly got her shoulder up in time, and Bianca rose back to her feet. She returned to the Storm’s corner, and made the tag to Mel. And the powerhouse headed for the other corner, and dropped down into a three point stance as she waited for Kelly to get up again.
Dante: Mel doesn’t pay attention too much to American football, but Kelly’s gonna learn what it feels like to be a Jets player in about five seconds!
Kincaid used the corner to help her get to her feet. When she turned to see where her opponent was, Mel barreled out of the corner with a running shoulder tackle in mind. But Kelly darted out of the way at the last second, and Mel went between the turnbuckles shoulder first into the post. Kelly leaned against the ropes, trying to collect herself as she saw Scarlett not too far away with her hand out. Mel clutched her shoulder in pain on her knees as Kelly made it to her corner, and tagged in the Cajun.
Melissa: Mel made one hell of a mistake right there, and could have separated her shoulder with the velocity she hit that corner!
Dante: Doesn’t matter! Mel’s got power to spare, and can take one hell of a thumping!
Avilo started to get back to her feet as Scarlett was there to greet her with a running Superman punch to the jaw. It rocked her back into the corner again before the Cajun started firing shots with both hands. She whipped her across for the ride, causing Mel to land back first against the corner and stumble out. Scarlett snatched her up as she did, and planted her with a shoulderbreaker. She quickly grabbed that same arm, and dropped down into a Fujiwara armbar submission as she leaned back to add immediate pressure.
Melissa: It’s an arm for an arm tonight at Rampage! Scarlett with that armbar perfectly applied, and she’s looking to take Mel’s arm back to the hotel tonight!
Dante: Look at her stealing Sophia Pike’s finishing move! I guess if you can’t beat them, you really should join them!
Mel’s face showed the pain she was feeling as Scarlett leaned back, trying to pull the arm back further. The powerhouse of the Storm began to reach out for the ropes, but wasn’t close enough to make a difference. Kelly shouted at her sister to take it off from the corner as Scarlett began to pull on her fingers too, causing Mel even more anguish. Palmer moved around in front of Mel to ask for the submission, but got a negative answer.
Melissa: You have to wonder what exactly is Mel’s breaking point! Scarlett is twisting those fingers at the same time! I don’t care how powerful you are, your body breaks all the same.
Dante: Mel’s not going to give up, are you kidding? She’ll find a way out of this one way or another. I have no doubt of that.
Mel’s hand began to dangle over the mat as Scarlett refused to let go of the hold. It was at this point that Bianca hit the ring, catching Scarlett with a stiff kick to her back to break up the hold. Salvador hammered Scarlett with clubbing blows before she pulled her back to her feet, and dropped her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker until the referee threatened to disqualify her if she didn’t leave the ring. But she didn’t get back to her corner before Kelly intercepted her with a Thesz press, and rained down fists onto the blonde’s head. Mel pushed up to her feet, clutching her arm in pain until she saw Scarlett coming for her. Avilo went for a hook with her good arm, but Scarlett avoided it and pulled her into a spinebuster.
Dante: Get Kelly out of the ring, for God’s sake! Shouldn’t this already be a disqualification?! She’s not the legal woman!
Melissa: Neither is Bianca, but that certainly didn’t stop her either, now did it?
Mel struggled back to her feet, looking to clothesline the Cajun. But Scarlett grabbed her arm, and fell backwards into a kimura. Kincaid locked the hold tightly, and wrapped her legs around Mel’s waist as she began to twist and contort the arm. Avilo shouted in pain, as Kelly and Bianca continued throwing hands. Avilo reached for the ropes, and didn’t find any within reach just as Scarlett bent the arm harder and immediately caused a tap out. The referee called for the bell as Scarlett let go, and rose back to her feet to be joined by Kelly.
Melissa: Mel’s arm couldn’t take anymore, and the Kincaids have picked up a win for SVW as well as a member of the family!
John: The winners of this match by submission……………..SCARLETT & KELLY KINCAID!!
Kelly looked like she was about to grab Mel before Scarlett pulled her back. Christian joined his wife and in-law in the ring, and raised their hand and told them how proud he was of them.
Dante: Let’s face it, these two got lucky! If Mel hadn’t have hit the post, none of this would have happened. The ring post got the win, not these two!
Melissa: What an asinine thing to say, but I guess it’s par for the course! Congratulations to Scarlett & Kelly!
The sisters headed out to the floor as Christian raised their hands once again to a pop from the crowd. From there, we head to a commercial for Champion’s Ball on December 2nd.
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Fight Your Own Battle
For the second time in the evening, we find Kyle Kilmeade watching a monitor at the conclusion of the tag match between the Brazilian Storm and the Kincaid sisters. He shakes his head and seems to tense up when he sees the Vice President approaching.
Kyle: Can I help you with something?
Mark: Nothing at all. I just wanted to touch base on a couple things with you. For one, it certainly doesn’t look like I’ll be needing to replace Cody, does it? So far, SVW is up 2-1 in the Best of Five series.
Kyle: The night’s not over. Harmony has never faced anyone like Artemis, and I don’t think she stands a chance in hell in the next match.
Mark: You’re entitled to your opinion. But that’s not the main reason I came to talk with you. I just wanted to remind you that at the next Uprising, you’re going to be having that match you faked an injury to get out of, against Missy.
This gets a pop from the crowd as they hear it.
Kyle: I haven’t forgotten. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be ready for her.
Mark: That’s good to hear. I also wanted to let you know that, just in case, all of the people you manage will be barred from ringside for that match. Every. Single One. And if they show up, there’s gonna be suspensions and fines for days. You’re not gonna slime out of this one.
Kyle’s confidence begins to fade from his face.
Mark: Oh, before I forget, that also includes your Gold Standard girls from Future Shock. I can’t fine or suspend them, but I can put them al in jail for a night. We clear?
Kyle: ……………..Crystal. But let me give you something to think about too.
Mark: Shoot.
Kyle: I hope you don’t think what’s going on in this Best of Five series is going to wrap everything up in a nice neat little bow. Because if you do….you’re dumber than you look….sir.
He said the last word with a smile before he headed off, and we head back to the ring.
John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is FFW vs SVW!!!
Melissa: The best of five series continues tonight between FFW & SVW, and Cody Kincaid’s job is on the line if SVW loses.
Dante: I think he should step down regardless of the outcome tonight. I’d be a far better General Manager for Uprising. Imagine the ratings in Canada alone!
Sounds of thunder and lightning cast out, setting the atmosphere of the incoming Conqueror. The lights in the arena die out to allow for the spontaneous bursts of light that reflect the internalized storm. As the silence takes hold, the startling opening guitar screech of Rammstein’s “Sonne” overtakes everything. It is followed by the infamous countdown.
“EINS, ZWEI, DREI, VIER, FUNF, SECHS, SIEBEN, ACHT, NOIN, AUS!”
Darkness falls over the entire arena, only broken by the miniscule twinkles of camera flashes in the crowd. A threatening violin floods the airwaves, with smoke collecting on the stage. As another section of the orchestral livens up, a sudden spotlight blasts onto the stage with a jet of pyro flying high up into the air. As it does, the Orchestra of Justice truly comes into its beautiful existence. On the stage, Artemis Kaiser appears, donning a new set of entrance apparel. Embroidered with many shimmering designs, Artemis’s military trench coat lightly moves as she rises onto the stage with her arms outspread. Bearing fangs fashioned onto a facemask and her eyes hidden behind shining red shades, Artemis steps down from the platform and into the smoke.
John: On her way to the ring...fighting out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada by way of Mt. Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada...weighing in at an 135 pounds...representing FFW, she is the reigning FFW No Surrender Champion...she is the Last Empress...ARTEMIS KAAAAAAAAAISER!
Artemis marches down to the ring with her arms behind her back, not breaking her forward gaze. As the call concludes, the shot shows Artemis revealing her face to the camera and the audience. She removes her glasses, tucking them into the breast pocket of the coat. When she raises her head, the red streak, her scowl, and her stern expression completes all she wishes to do at her entrance. She continues to the western side of the ring, scaling the apron to stand on. She unbuckles the different pieces of her coat and politely hands it off to the stagehand. On her waist is the championship that she proudly carries. She abandons the athletic backflip in lieu of just stepping down to the ring.
Artemis steps slowly back into the center of the ring. Her head rises to scan the audience as she remains in the dead center of everything, of her personal universe. The Last Empress rises off the mat, tugging on her black gloves. She pops each of her knuckles by pressing her index finger over them. After that and with her theme dying out, she turns her head to back to reality. She walks over to her corner, and gives the turnbuckle a brisk kick and stretches out.
Melissa: The last time we saw Artemis Kaiser was the Midas Touch battle royal earlier in the year. This is the first time she’s stepped foot into a SVW for a singles match though.
Dante: Thankfully, my close personal longtime friend, Mai Hotaru, gave me details on Artemis outside of my usual award-winning research and journalism.
The arena is thrown into darkness and the crowd begin to buzz as to what is happening until a single lyric cuts through the buzz.
You better work bitch!
An explosion of purple pyrotechnics from the staging brings the arena lights back to life as "Work Bitch" by Britney Spears rips through the arena speakers and Harmony appears at the top of the staging, cocking her hip to the side before throwing a hand in the air and striding down the ramp with a smile, touching hands with fans as she makes her way towards the ring.
The brunette hops up onto the apron then throws herself over the top rope, landing on both feet before ascending the turnbuckle and blowing a kiss out to the fans. She throws a hand in the air again then jumps down and swings her arms back and forth, preparing herself for the match.
John: Introducing, from London, England and weighing 137lbs, Representing SVW... this is Harmony!!!
Melissa: You’ll not find too many members of this roster who are happy to stand up for SVW as is Harmony. She’s got her work cut out for her though against FFW’s No Surrender Champion.
Dante: Harmony reminds me of a famous movie character. You ever seen Mothra? Come to think of it, she sounds kinda like her too. High pitched screeching kinda voice.
Mickey McGuire offered to take the No Surrender Championship from Artemis Kaiser who refused to hand it over to the official. The Canadian gave him an icy stare before she stepped past him and handed it off to the ring announcer; warning him to take exceptional care of the title belt. Artemis headed back to her corner, giving the turnbuckle a brisk kick once more before she performed a couple of quick stretches while McGuire checked Harmony was ready to start the match. He got the okay from the Englishwoman before getting the all clear from the Canadian and called for the bell.
Dante: I heard you giving Scarlett grief earlier because she brought her Fast Track title to the show tonight from FFW. I bet you won’t talk smack on Artemis for bringing hers.
Melissa: I wasn’t talking smack about Scarlett. All I did was question why she brought it with her, nothing more.
The two competitors strode out of their corners and met in the middle of the ring. The pair stared each other down for a moment, the crowd’s cheers starting to get louder with anticipation before Kaiser launched her attack by lashing out with a quick, clubbing right hand that caught Harmony on the side of the head. The Londoner took a step backwards only for the Last Empress to follow after her, drive three quick knees into her midriff before she used a handful of Harmony’s hair to stand her upright as she forced her backwards once more with a barrage of chops to the chest. As the Englishwoman leaned back against the ropes, Kaiser took hold of her wrist and jerked her forward into a front kick to her right knee cap that caused her to crumple up and collapse to her knees. Before Harmony could start to rise, Artemis caught her in the side of the head with a spinning kick.
Dante: Harmony’s gonna find that Artemis is a masterful striker tonight. And that’s one area Harmony isn’t that good, she’s more into rolling around on the mat.
Melissa: Harmony is more all around than you’re giving her credit for, but she’s never faced anyone quite like Artemis either.
The SVW superstar fell down to all fours and Kaiser made full use of the opening to deliver three rapid fire soccer style kicks to Harmony’s ribcage before she dropped down to one knee to drive her other knee into her opponent’s body. Again the God of Anger yanked Harmony upwards, twisting her right arm behind her back into a hammerlock, keeping it locked in as she delivered a suplex to Harmony. The SVW Hall of Famer rolled to the side and started to come to her feet only to be pulled into a Muay Thai clinch by her foe accompanied by a series of knee strikes into her chest and body. As the seventh knee connected, Kaiser pulled her forward, yanking her off balance using a leg sweep to finish the job of taking Harmony down to the mat where she locked in an armbar.
Dante: The last place you want to be with Artemis is on the mat. It’s not much more fun standing in front of her either, to be honest.
Melissa: So who’s side are you on here? You don’t seem to like either of them, especially Harmony.
Dante: I’m on the most important side, mine.
As Artemis pulled back on the arm McGuire asked the Englishwoman if she wanted to quit, getting a definitive ‘No’ from her as fought the hold, pushing upwards slightly and started to move her body around the ring. Kaiser increased the torque that she was applying to the limb, making the hold more painful yet still Harmony refused to quit when McGuire asked her the question. She continued to maneuver her body around on the canvas until she could throw out one of her long legs and hook her foot over the bottom rope. McGuire immediately called for the break and when it wasn’t forthcoming started his count, seeing Artemis release her grip and stand up on four. As Harmony got to her knees, Kaiser delivered a volley of stiff kicks to her body, that caused the Londoner to reach for the ropes. The referee once more finding himself forced to use the count to back the Mount Pearl born wrestler away from her opponent to allow her to her feet.
Dante: It’s not illegal until the referee gets to five, and Artemis will use every second she can in a match. Harmony is probably already thinking about quitting.
Melissa: Are you kidding? She’s not thinking about that at all. If she was, she would have by now instead of trying to get to the ropes.
Kaiser backed away a couple of steps at the officials insistence. Harmony used the ropes to pull herself the rest of the way while Artemis turned and set off across the ring. She bounced off the opposite ropes and came back towards her opponent, running straight into her raised boot as the Englishwoman leaned back against the ropes. The Canadian took two steps backward, holding her jaw, glaring at the SVW wrestler before she quick stepped forward and into the Uraken spinning backfist. Harmony got her arm up to block the blow from connecting with her jaw and quickly countered as she wrapped her arms around her foe and lifted her upwards into an inverted Atomic Drop. Harmony quickly followed that up with a neckbreaker that took her down to the canvas.
Melissa: There you see Harmony starting to get out of the blocks here, and a well timed counter before she caught that backfist from Kaiser.
Dante: Do you know why Artemis could never get a job as a chef? Because the steaks are too high.
Melissa: Oh for the love of...
Artemis rose back to her feet at the same as Harmony; the Englishwoman striking first with a standing dropkick to her opponent’s chest. Once more Artemis looked to rise quickly to her feet only for Harmony to be waiting for her, catching her with a roundhouse kick as soon as she get back to the vertical. Kaiser stumbled backwards and Harmony quickly closed the distance between them and launched a series of forearm shivers into the side of her jaw. The FFW superstar found herself forced back into the ropes by the repeated shots to her opponent’s head before Harmony irish whipped her across the ring, catching the Last Empress on the return with a big boot to the jaw that caused her to crash down to the mat.
Dante: I’d call that a big boot, but I’ve seen Harmony’s leg go higher just walking up steps! Either way, it did the job!
The God of Anger rolled to the side and tried to get quickly back to her feet only for Harmony to cut her off, jerking her forward into a single knee facebreaker. The Newfoundlander staggered backwards and found herself once again taken down to the canvas with a swinging neckbreaker. Harmony came back to her feet quickly to deliver a leg drop across the chest of her opponent before floating over into the cover and hooking the leg.
One…
Tw-
Melissa: Artemis still has way too much in the tank for it to be over this fast.
Dante: Maybe fighting Artemis has made her hungry for short ribs.
Artemis kicked out before the two count could be completed and sat up only for the Londoner to apply a rear chinlock, pulling back on her head while pressing a knee into her spine. Despite the hold, Kaiser started to push upwards, almost getting back to her feet before Harmony used the chinlock to jerk her backwards, slamming the back of her head into the canvas. Quickly Artemis tried to sit up only to be put back down on the canvas with a double knee drop from her opponent. Harmony pulled her foe to her feet only to execute a snap suplex. Again Kaiser rolled away as she hit the mat and started to return to her feet, Harmony using her long legs to snap off a series of stiff kicks to her opponents body. The Canadian made it to her feet despite the kicks to her body; Harmony taking hold of her hand and whipping her across the ring into the corner.
Melissa: Artemis is finding out that Harmony’s not too shabby at the striking game either, look at those pinpoint accurate kicks to the body!
The Londoner followed her opponent in and left her feet to deliver a handspring enzugiri that caught Artemis perfectly to the side of the head. The Mount Pearl native stumbled out of the corner, unsteady on her feet and was quickly pulled into a sitout facebuster. Harmony rose back to a vertical base and headed quickly towards the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope into a moonsault that landed flush across the FFW No Surrender Champions body. Quickly the Englishwoman made the cover.
Melissa: A textbook moonsault, and Harmony’s looking to put SVW ahead!
One…
Two…
...T-
Dante: And she failed in that attempt then. It can’t be that hard to hold Artemis down, maybe a small package!
Artemis kicked out just after the two count; McGuire confirming the count to all concerned. Harmony nodded in acceptance of the count as she got to her feet and waved her opponent to do likewise as the crowd cheered the Englishwoman on. As Kaiser began to rise the Londoner darted towards the ropes once more, leaving her feet to springboard off them and into a reverse DDT that planted her foe into the canvas. Once more Harmony pulled her opponent up to her feet and sent her in for the ride, scooping her up as she came back and slamming her down across her knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Harmony pushed Kaiser off her knee onto her front on the mat and quickly stepped over her, sitting down low as she pulled her upwards into a camel clutch. Artemis refused to quit as Harmony, sat down as low as she could, pulling on her head to increase the pressure on her neck and back.
Dante: I can guarantee you there’s no way Harmony is gonna make Artemis quit. You think she wants to go back to FFW as No Surrender Champion and say she tapped out to a SVW wrestler? She’d rather get hit by a car!
McGuire once more asked the question, Kaiser refusing to submit to the camel clutch even as Harmony did her best to make it more painful. McGuire asked once more only to get another refusal as the Newfoundlander began to inch her legs forwards, forcing herself and Harmony upwards while she fought successfully to free her arms. Harmony stood up as Artemis came to her hands and knees only for the Londoner to get her legs swept to the side by her opponent. Kaiser kept hold of her foot as she rolled through to her feet and quickly attempted to apply an ankle lock; before she could get it locked in through, Harmony brought her knees up to her chest, kicking Artemis away from her.
Melissa: Some quick thinking there from Harmony! She wanted nothing to do with Artemis’ ankle lock attempt.
Dante: Luckily for Harmony, she didn’t have kick too high. I think her foot was only about a foot off the ground right there.
Kaiser caught herself on the ropes, watching Harmony rise before she came forward quickly and left her feet, catching Harmony with a high knee to the jaw. Harmony staggered backwards and Artemis launched herself forwards, leaving her feet and delivered a jumping DDT that planted the Englishwoman on the top of her head. Artemis took a moment or two to gain her bearings before she rose back to a vertical base, encouraging the already rising Harmony to join her. As the SVW Hall of Famer got her feet underneath her, Artemis left hers caught Harmony across the jaw with the Enter the Dragon flying side kick, dropping her back down to the canvas.
Dante: That’s called ENTER THE DRAGON, Melissa! Of course, you’d know that if you did half the preparation I do for matches.
Mai: Yeah, you found that joke book you’ve been reading from already.
Immediately Kaiser began to stomp away at her opponent’s body until the referee ordered her to retreat and give her foe room to rise. Artemis shaking her head as she stooped down to pull Harmony up to her feet, driving knees into her midsection as she did so before she hooked her head, lifted her vertical and dropped her straight down to the canvas with a Falcon arrow. As soon as she landed the move, Kaiser dropped down to her front and hooked Harmony’s head with her arm and started to gator roll her around the ring that turned into grounded knees as she jerked Harmony to her feet once more and straight into a snap suplex. Immediately Kaiser rolled over and made the pin, hooking the leg as she did so.
One…
Two…
...T-
Melissa: Snap suplex well executed by Artemis there, but still not enough to get the job done against Harmony.
Dante: Imagine that, Artemis came up….short.
Harmony kicked out before the three; Artemis floated over into the mount position and began to hammer away at her foe with clubbing forearm shots. Again the referee used his count to try and get separation between the two wrestlers, once more seeing Artemis move away on four, pulling her opponent back up to her feet with her and straight into a snapmare roll followed by a kick to her sternum that put her back down onto the canvas and allowed Artemis to follow it up with a fist drop to her forehead. Harmony sat up and quickly rose back to her feet only for Kaiser to take control of her right arm, locking in an armwringer before she launched into three kicks to the Londoner’s midsection. As Harmony doubled over, the Last Empress jerked her downwards into a double knee armbreaker. The SVW superstar reached for her right shoulder with her left hand as she staggered backwards only for Kaiser to launch herself towards her once more and lock in a flying armbar.
Melissa: Artemis has been on that arm like it owed her money since we got underway with this match, and here we are again.
Dante: It’s a good thing she can get some air under her, otherwise that would have been a flying toe bar.
As soon as the hold was locked in, Harmony grimaced in agony before she fell to her knees prompting the Newfoundlander to further increase the pressure that she was exerting upon her arm. McGuire dropped down next to Harmony and asked her if she wanted to quit but got a strained ‘No’ from the Englishwoman. Kaiser didn’t show any signs of releasing the hold, shifting her position slightly as she lay on the mat, finding a way to further increase the pressure she was exerting on her opponent’s arm and shoulder. For a moment Harmony’s hand floated over the canvas almost on the verge of tapping point, yet still refused when McGuire asked her the question. The Londoner’s face screwed up further in agony as she shifted her body backwards, kicking out her feet and once more, with the aid of her long legs, managed to hook the bottom rope. McGuire immediately called for the break, Artemis keeping the hold locked in until he reached the four count.
Dante: Like I said earlier, it’s not illegal until you get to five. I’d do the same thing if I were managing someone, tell them to take every bit of the four count they could get.
The Last Empress shook her head at her foe for not submitting to the hold before she pulled her up to her feet and whipped her into the ropes. As Harmony rebounded off the ropes, Kaiser popping her up into the air only to catch her with a stiff kick to the chest as she came down; the Chestburster sending the SVW representative down to her knees, clutching at her body. The Londoner tried to push back up to her feet only for the God of Anger to bounce off the ropes herself and come back to deliver the Execution Kick axe kick across the back of her neck and skull to send her down to the canvas. Kaiser rolled her over onto her back and made the cover, hooking her leg as she did so.
Melissa: EXECUTION KICK! Kaiser’s 3 seconds from the bell!
One…
Two…
...THRE---
Dante: Nah, Harmony is one of those who are too dumb to know when they are beaten. So Artemis is just going to have to abuse her a little more still.
As McGuire’s hand came down to complete the three count, Harmony rolled the shoulder to break the three count. Artemis once more shook her head, pulling her opponent up to her feet once more and was pulled into a belly to belly suplex. As Harmony hit the canvas she sat up and rolled to the side, trying to come back to her feet once more only for Kaiser to catch her with a haymaker of a right hand to her jaw before she twisted her right arm behind her back once and landed another hammerlock suplex. Artemis rolled over instantly and hooked Harmony’s head, pulling her back up to her feet and into another hammerlock - this time using it to jerk Harmony downwards into a hammerlock DDT. The Londoner slumped on the canvas on her knees and again got another shake of the head from the Last Empress who once more pulled her upright and straight into a Death Valley Driver in the middle of the ring. Artemis once more made the cover, hooking the leg as she did so.
Dante: Now that Death Valley Driver could be all she wrote!
One…
Two…
...THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Melissa: Harmony STILL has fight left in her! She’s still very much in this match, much to the dismay of FFW’s No Surrender Champion.
At the very last second Harmony’s shoulder popped up from the canvas to stop the count. Artemis glared at the referee as McGuire confirmed the two count to once more only for the Canadian to demand the three count, only for the official to stand firm in his decision. Artemis took a deep breath as she accepted the referee’s count and came to her feet where she pointed a finger gun down at her opponent as the crowd booed her. She waved Harmony upright and as the SVW Wrestler came to her feet, Kaiser spun into the First Crusade rolling elbow strike to Harmony’s jaw.
Dante: We’re close to the end now, I think. There’s the FIRST CRUSADE!
The former Defiance Champion though ducked underneath the attempted blow and turned around as the Last Empress set off across the ring, hitting the ropes. As she came towards the SVW Hall of Famer, Kaiser left her feet to deliver the Falcon punch (superman punch). Harmony though had it scouted and countered the attempt by leaping towards Kaiser while she was midair, catching her with a lungblower. The God of Anger bounced off her foe’s knees, spinning in midair to land on her back as Harmony took a couple of moments to gather her bearings on the canvas. Slowly the Englishwoman pushed back up to her feet, only to find Artemis already on her feet and charging towards her that saw the Londoner counter on pure instinct, lifting Kaiser upwards and sending her up and over with a back body drop.
Melissa: Harmony is showing us what has made her as successful as she has been, because it’s clear she has Artemis well scouted!
Dante: Figures, she’d be watching TV instead of preparing for a match. Maybe her husband said something that she had to revel in for a few hours.
The Last Empress landed hard on her back and immediately sat up as she started to scurry to her feet, turning to face Harmony as she did so and caught a superkick to the jaw from the Londoner. Kaiser spun as the foot connected with her jaw, her legs turning to jelly as she stumbled away and fell to her knees, leaning over the middle rope. Harmony followed after her, stepping through the ropes as she measured Artemis up and delivered a hangman leg drop across her shoulder blades. The God of Anger fell to the side, landing on her knees and begun to crawl away gasping for air as the former Defiance Champion stepped through the ropes once more. Harmony circled around in front of the Canadian as she began to push upwards only to cut her off before she could straighten up as jumped onto her back and slammed her down into the canvas with a leg trap sunset flip powerbomb that she held for the pinfall.
Melissa: Harmony looking to pull it out right here! There’s the cover!
One…
Two…
...THRE---
Dante: Please don’t ever say anything again about Harmony pulling something out! Don’t nobody want to see that!
Kaiser kicked out before the three count could be completed and rolled backwards to her feet where Harmony darted towards her, leaving her feet and delivered a wheelbarrow DDT that slammed the Last Empress down into the canvas face first. Quickly the SVW wrestler rolled her foe to her back and made the cover as she hooked both of her legs for the cover.
One…
Two…
...THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Melissa: Another near fall, and I think either one of these is ripe for the pickings right now!
Dante: Which one of them is a farmer again?!
At the last possible moment Artemis shoulder came up from the canvas to stop the count before the three could be completed. McGuire waving the count off and showing the two to everyone concerned. Harmony sat up and looked at the official, asking him for the three count but it only resulted in him showing her the two once more. The Englishwoman ran a hand through her hair in disbelief, holding up three fingers once more only to be shown the two one more time by the official before she nodded her head. Pushing up to her feet, she pulled Kaiser up with her, delivering a kick to her middle to double her over before she went to set her up for The Acciaccatura Gory Bomb.
Dante: What does she call that? It has an Italian name, but her last name is Burro.
Melissa: Shut up! That’s the ACCIACCATURA! And she got every bit of it!
As Harmony flipped over onto her back, using her arms to hold her upwards she grimaced for a moment as her right arm faltered for a second. Quickly she tried to correct but as she did so, Artemis began to struggle against the hold, freeing her arm as she swung around and sent the Londoner down to the canvas with an armdrag. Harmony came back to her feet only to find Artemis already on her feet; the Last Empress barely gave Harmony a moment to think before she delivered a Stockton Slap, the sound of the open handed blow cutting through the sounds of the crowd. She followed it up instantly with a second before she jerked the Londoner’s head downwards, bringing her knee upwards into her face, following it up with a second and a third then jerked her forwards into raised knees into her gut. Harmony dropped down to her knees only to be pulled upwards once more and into an inverted facelock, followed by an elbow smash to her face to complete the Fourth Crusade! Harmony collapsed to the mat and Artemis dropped on top of her, hooking the leg as she made the cover.
Dante: FOURTH CRUSADE! And she didn’t counter that one!
One…
Two…
...THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Melissa: And she did it! Artemis has put FFW in good stead in tonight’s best of five series with a hard fought win!
McGuire called for the bell after he completed the three count and went to retrieve the No Surrender Championship from the time keepers as Artemis slowly pushed up to her feet, holding her back.
John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall...representing FFW… she is the FFW No Surrender Champion… “THE LAST EMPRESS” ARTEMIS KAISER!!!!
Dante: Artemis should be proud of herself. She represented FFW well, and I’d offer to take her for a celebratory drink. But when the tab comes, she’s always short.
Melissa: Artemis picks up the win, and Harmony has nothing to be ashamed of here after a gutty performance.
Artemis snatched her title belt away from the referee and raised it into the air as the official raised her hand, getting boos from the capacity crowd as she did so while Harmony rolled away to the apron.
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John: The following... Is Champion versus Champion! ...This match is scheduled for NO disqualifications!
The sound of a car horn resounding through the arena echoes as Mallory Bennett comes out on the entrance ramp with a cool look on her face and the championship belt on her shoulder. She walks down the ramp to a decidedly mixed response, FFW fans cheering and SVW fans less than welcoming. Mike O’Phee continues to rip through the sound system as Mallory bangs her head to the beat, title belt on her shoulder.
“SEND ME TO MY GRAVE! (BEFORE YOU...)
SEND ME TO MY GRAVE...
I BEEN UP, I BEEN DOWN,
I BEEN LOST, I BEEN AROUND!”
Maggie: Making her way to the ring from Tampa Bay, Florida... Weighing in tonight at 140 pounds... YOUR REIGNING, DEFENDING FFW ULTRAVIOLENCE CHAMPION...This is “MALICIOUS” MALLORY BENNETT!
Mal rolls into the ring and climbs a top turnbuckle before raising her championship belt to the fans with a distant look on her face. She walks towards the opposite turnbuckle and does the same as her song fades out. She takes off her jacket and title, handing them to the ref before walking into the corner.
Melissa: Mallory is tasting the partisan crowd tonight, while those who might be bigger fans the FFW stars here tonight are certainly getting behind her... A lot of the SVW fans... Not so much.
Dante: She might actually prove to be interesting for once. This future NRA lobbyist has shown she’s not taking anything from our Chaos champion or her supporters who have spoken up out of the woodwork.
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...
Some say the end is near... Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon.
Certainly hope we will... I sure could a vacation from this...
Bull--Shit---Three--Ring--Circus--Side--Show--Of...”
The Dread Wolf emerges from the curtains and begins to walk down the ramp with eyes peeled. Hanging from her mouth is an end of the championship belt in her possession as she grins darkly. Suddenly the arena goes pitch black on her. A six-eyed wolf’s head appears slowly on the video wall before the eyes begin to pulse yellow to the song as the music continues to play. The announcer finally pipes up in the middle of the song.
John: From Sydney, Australia... She is The Dread Wolf and your SVW CHAOS CHAMPION...!! THIS IS MARLA LEE!
“FREAKS HERE IN THIS HOPELESS FUCKING HOLE WE CALL L.A.!
THE ONLY WAY TO FIX IT IS TO FLUSH IT ALL AWAY!
ANY FUCKING TIME, ANY FUCKING DAY!
LEARN TO SWIM, SEE YOU DOWN IN ARIZONA BAY!”
The wolf on the screen opens its mouth and roars silently as the lights return to the arena, with Marla suddenly perched on a turnbuckle corner, looking somewhat like an overgrown wolf made human herself with the way she’s positioned, title belt still hanging from her teeth. Marla removes it before she jumps down, walking right into the center, getting nose-to-nose with the Ultraviolence champion.
Dante: Marla should think about the fact that she’s got Kanna waiting for her at Champion’s Ball. Wasting time only to lose tonight would even worse look on the championship division she’s ruined.
Melissa: Do you ever listen to yourself talk? It sounds as if the SVW crowd is a lot more welcoming to their champion than the Ultraviolence champion.
DING! DING! DING!
...The two wrestlers slowly walk backwards from each other as referee Rudy Palmer looks from one to the other before motioning for them to begin. The Chaos champion vary warily raises her hand forward... Offering a handshake to the Ultraviolence champion. “Malicious” Mallory Bennett looks down at the hand before sneering and taking the hand in silence, before pulling Marla into her and headbutting her in the face. The FFW crowd seems to like that well enough, but the SVW crowd is already booing harshly at the Ultraviolence champion. Mal begins teeing off from there, holding one fist up to block and using the other to quickly square off a few hard jabs across the jaw of the Chaos champion. She staggers her, then grabs her wrist and irish-whips her towards the ropes before clotheslining her right over and going with her. Once the two are over and onto the ground, Mal quickly stands up and grabs the back of the taller wrestler’s neck before launching her into the barricade! Mallory quickly kicks the stairs, causing the top half to break off before she lifts it up and walks it over to the other side of the ground. She walks towards Marla and grabs her by the wrist before irish-whipping her towards the stairs... The Dread Wolf however leaps, landing on it as Bennett gives chase...
...Before turning on her heel and executing a headscissors, bringing the Ultraviolence champion’s head face first into the stairs with a loud DDOOOOONNNKKKK!!
Melissa: Mallory was hoping those stairs would come into good use for her... And she’s the one who ends up eating the metal... She might be already busted open!
Dante: Well what did you expect Melissa? This was going to descend into savagery into mere moments. I’m only disappointed it wasn’t Marla first.
Bennett pulls her face back and looks to be busted upon from the crown of her head. She shakes it off, but the Chaos champion hooks the back of her head and rolls her back into the ring, before the Dread Wolf flips the apron over and grabs a steel chair. She licks her lips, eyeing it over before sliding into the ring after Mal. Marla sweeps in and unfolded the chair before sweeping the hair out of her eye and kicking Mallory once time in the face. Mal however responds with a stiff forearm smash to the face of Marla, stopping her there before running towards the ropes and rebounding with another forearm smash. Mallory takes aim and looks for a third...
...Until Marla turns about and mule kicks her in the gut before launching her with a stiff gutwrench suplex onto the unfolded chair as it tips over! The Malicious One writhes in pain, punching at the mat as Marla wipes her mouth and screams, “WHELP!” only to take off after Marla tries to get herself up and hit her with a pinpoint dropkick that sends the Ultraviolence champion stumbling out of the ring and dropping right on her ass. The Dread Wolf stands in the middle of the ring, staring a hole through Mallory still outside and staring in furious anger at Marla who has all but embarrassed her in the early goings of the match. The crowd splinters at this point with the pro-FFW crowd trying to continue to rally behind Mallory and the larger pro-SVW crowd behind their champion.
Pro-SVW crowd: FUCK ‘ER UP MARLA! FUCK HER UP! WOOP WOOP! FUCK ‘ER UP MARLA! FUCK HER UP! WOOP WOOP! FUCK ‘ER UP MARLA! FUCK HER UP! WOOP WOOP!
Pro-FFW crowd: LET’S GO MAL! LET’S GO MAL! LET’S GO MAL!
Melissa: I don’t think Mallory thought much of Marla coming into this match... And this seemed to be her downfall. She looks like a deer in headlights.
Dante: She’s probably EATEN the deer in front of those headlights. Hoof and all.
The Ultraviolence champion’s face is racked with annoyance as she stares a hole at the Chaos champion daring her to get back into her domain... Mallory stands up to which Marla looks at the chair... Kicks it folded and then uses her foot to slide it out of the ring, where it slides down at Mal’s feet. Marla leans forward, hands on her knees as she gives her the weapon and beckons her to come inside. Mallory, growing even more incensed, instead throws up the ring apron and dips her head underneath, disappearing under it as it falls on her. The Dread Wolf rolls her eyes and walks towards where Mallory disappeared, only for Mal to pop back up with a fire extinguisher. Bennett sprays Marla in the face with the extinguisher’s contents, blinding her as she stumbles backwards and tries to wipe her eyes. Mallory throws the extinguisher down before rolling inside and grabbing Marla by the back of the head. She takes off towards the nearest corner and sends her headfirst into the turnbuckle with a running bulldog, slipping through the ropes as she does so. She sees Marla hanging over the ropes, arms and neck and Mal steps backwards before catching her with a stiff as hell right cross in the face! Marla stumbles backwards as Mallory slides inside and hooks the leg with a pin!
OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
KICKOUT!!
The Chaos champion shoots the arm upward and Mallory sneers before digging her hands into Marla’s hair and punching her repeatedly in the face, trying to bust her open like she’s been, blood streaming down her forehead as she doesn’t bother wiping it away until she’s finished punching her. She drags Marla into the corner before stomping away at her with fury, grinding her boot into Lee before putting a boot at her throat, choking her... And then stomping again in the ropes and abdomen.
Melissa: THOSE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR STOMPING!! As FFW’s Ultraviolence champion is only happy to show us here. She is trying to stomp a mudhole into the Dread Wolf and walk it dry.
Dante: That is a stupid phrase. Whoever would say something like that is an idiot and you’re an idiot for parroting it.
Referee Palmer begins to tell Mallory she needs to chill the hell out as just because the match is no disqualifications doesn’t mean she can just choke Marla out. Mal ignores him but rolls out of the ring and flings the apron curtain up again, this time rummaging around... And finally finding a ladder. She begins dragging it out, staring at it in silence. There’s evil in the eyes of the Ultraviolence champion, evil intent before she begins dragging out more weapons... Pulling out a table, pulling out a crowbar, a trash can lid... And finally finds what she seems to have been looking for... A motor wrench. She holds it up, staring at it as though it is her first and last saviour. Her blue eyes slowly fall on the Chaos champion who is drawing her breath before Mallory slides back into the ring and beans Marla across the side of the head with the wrench! The pro-SVW crowd boos her but she completely ignores them as she takes Marla’s leg and pulls it through the second and third ropes... And then simply twists the ropes so the Chaos Champion’s leg is...
...
Effectively trapped.
Melissa: Oh... Oh dear. Mallory Bennett has... She’s freaking wrapped the Chaos champion’s right leg in the ropes. She can’t get away! She’s trying to pull herself free but she can’t.
Dante: The Ultraviolence champion is going to take her sweet time with this. The way she’s holding that wrench? I’m having flashbacks to Chris Strike versus Christian Kane...
The Ultraviolence champion stares at the ankle of the Chaos champion once she’s free and begins mouthing off, and outright laughing... The Ultraviolence champ begins going on about how Marla was never good enough to hold the title in FFW because she never belonged, that she was a fucking joke, and her best moments in FFW will forever be a hanger on to Mika or Samara... Ignoring all that Marla had done in SVW of course. The pro-SVW crowd, and some even in the pro-FFW crowd groan as Mallory swings for the goddamn fences with that wrench as hard as she can, smashing it against the ankle of the Chaos champion. She roars in agony, arching forward to try and pull her leg free but Mal only swings it again, smashing metal against flesh and bone and vein, causing Marla to beat the mat in pain as Mal looks at the wrench and begins talking about how she used to use wrenches like this to hold shit open and never imagined it would work as well to break someone’s leg... Before she... You guessed it, smashes it against Marla’s ankle again! The Chaos champion writhes as Mallory SCREAMS at the referee to ask Marla if she gives up!
Melissa: Someone should... Probably tell Mal that’s now how giving up works.
Dante: Why not? The Chaos champion has already failed us, she’s all but ready to quit obviously. She should save face now to save from embarrassing this company.
Palmer does not and Mallory throws down the wrench, before rummaging under the ring again, finding a steel chair. She slides it into the ring and punches her fist into her hand before rolling into the ring. Marla still trying to free leg from the ropes as Mal comes. She continues mouthing off but the cameras cannot hear anything she’s saying. As she brings the steel chair down on the head of the Chaos champion again... And again... And again... And again... The message however has been made. Mallory begins unfolding the chair however and lifts the bloody nose and face of Marla Lee up before laying it across the seat of the unfolded chair. She stands up before looking towards the turnbuckle and licks her lips... And then breaks out into a wide... Wide grin. She walks towards the turnbuckle and begins scaling it, looking for a double knee drop onto the unfolded chair to likely scramble Marla’s brains across the ring mat while she’s at it. She takes aim...
And leaps.
...
...
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
There’s one of the two wrestlers screaming in pain... And it’s not Marla.
At the last moment Marla moves her head off the chair and lets Mallory come down on both knees THROUGH the steel chair’s seat. She begins screaming in pain, pounding the mat from that failed Muy Mal as she tries to stand up before falling backward and hugging her knees to her chest in absolute pain. By now the Dread Wolf has freed her leg from the ropes and pulls herself up, standing on her good leg. She breathes out, closing her eyes and then opening them to loom over Mallory as she tries to make herself stand up and is struggling with it.
Melissa: Ooohhh! Mallory was looking for a Muy Mal and only got chair!
By now the pro-SVW crowd is louder than the pro-FFW crowd as Marla silently lifts a chair up that had claimed Mallory’s knees before bringing it down across the side of her head. Mallory begins to roll out of the ring, squeezing her bloody head before shaking it as she begins stumbling up the ramp. Maybe she’s just taking a break... Maybe she just wants to keep space between Marla...
...
But from the crowd, Sylvia Crowley steps over the barricade and stands right behind Mallory as she is backing up. The Ultraviolence Champion’s eyes go wide and as Sylvia bends forward and smiles at her. Mal is immediately upward, rolling back into the ring with her eyes on Sylvia who makes sure she’s going absolutely nowhere. Behind her, Marla is setting up the chair once more, as warped as it is, to be unfolded. With Mal’s attention still on Sylvia who does not let her get any farther, Marla is behind her, biting on her thumb after running across her throat. The Ultraviolence champion turns around, right into a toe kick from the Chaos champion who double underhooks her and begins pounding knees into her skull, once after the next, another and another and another and another again, before finally letting go after one big knee. The Ultraviolence is on her feet, but wobbling as Marla runs towards the ropes and rebounds, hitting Mallory with a somersault cutter for her troubles as she comes back...
RIGHT ON THE UNFOLDED CHAIR!
Melissa: MEASURE FOR MEASURE FOLLOWED BY A MARK OF THE WOLVES!!
Dante: HOW IS THIS EVEN FAIR! CROWLEY OBVIOUSLY DISTRACTED THE ULTRAVIOLENCE CHAMPION!
OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEE!!
TTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
...
TTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!
DING! DING! DING!
John: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... “THE DREAD WOLF” MARLA LEE!!
Melissa: That’s one for SVW here tonight and... Mallory will be less than pleased once she’s... Coherent enough to know what happened. That somersault cutter...
Dante: The Ultraviolence champion was all but robbed tonight. If Crowley had not intervened, Mallory could have made some distance between herself and Marla to get a breather. Do you know how important that is to hardcore wrestlers?!
Palmer hands Marla her Chaos championship and has to wait until Mal has her bearings to hand her the Ultraviolence championship. Mallory looks down at the title, breathing hard and realizing she had lost. Sylvia, seeing what has happened, steps through the barricade and disappears among the crowd.
The Dread Wolf offers her hand to Mallory, mouthing about a good match had.
The Ultraviolence champion looks down at the hand offered to her.
...
...
And then spits in the face of the longest reigning SVW singles champion, to the boos of most of the arena. Marla wipes the slime off her face in silence as Mallory rolls out of the ring, walking up the ramp as we cut elsewhere.
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John: The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is to name the Number One Contender to the SVW Championship!!!
Melissa: One of the two we are about to see will head to Champion’s Ball to challenge for the SVW Championship to be decided later tonight. I’m here with Kelly Kincaid, and congratulations on your tag team victory earlier tonight against the Storm. I’m sure it was very gratifying.
Kelly: Yeah, it was very cathartic. An arm for an arm as it were. It’s just a shame Scarlett stopped before she snapped the bone into several pieces.
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: Kelly, part of the reason I asked you to join me is because you’ve shared a ring with Luther on more than one occasion. And I don’t think there’s anyone on the roster who knows him better in big match situations than you or perhaps his opponent tonight.
Kelly: He’s incredibly tough. He uses all that 6’6” and 270 lbs to his advantage and can be a complete wrecking ball of a wrestler; when he lays his hands on you, he can throw you around like a rag doll and the lands are always really rough.
“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.
“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... 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 taps her wrist before hopping down as the lights return to normal.
Melissa: Steph has shared the ring with him more than once herself. And after coming up short in the rematch with Shane, she could set herself up for round 3 possibly here. Plus she’s got your husband in her corner. What advice would you give Miss Stefano?
Kelly: I’d keep the tempo high, try to keep Thunder off his feet as much as possible and use her backbreakers to stop him from using that power advantage as much as possible. Though, I’m not sure she needs that much advice from me after she beat him in a Buried Alive match.
As the official assigned to the contest, Billy Phelps made his way between the two wrestlers corners, checking both for illegal objects and warning their respective entourages to stay out of the match. He started with Luther Thunder; the man of God immediately objecting to this foul and abusive treatment that he, his sister and his lovely lady wife are being subjected to but that he’d expect no less from a pagan heretic as Phelps to suspect the worst of him. Phelps then moved to perform the same checks on Stefano; her eyes never leaving the Dutch Devil. As soon as Phelps stepped out of the way to call for the bell, Steph charged across the ring and delivered a flying forearm to her opponent before he had a chance to leave his corner.
Melissa: Steph’s taking the fight right to Luther! She likely knows she’s not going to win going toe to toe with him, so she’s looking to keep him off balance so far.
Kelly: Like I said and one of my keys to victory. Keep him off his balance, make him wrestle your match, not his.
Landing on her feet in front of him, Stefano quickly began to work over his body with a quick combination of right and left hands before she launched herself into a high knee to his body. Quickly the Wicked Witch drove another knee into his gut as she landed only for Luther to pie face her backwards. Steph staggered backwards a couple of steps before she regained her balance and waved him forwards. Thunder obliged and Steph caught him coming forward with a low dropkick to the knee that sent him down to the other knee. Quickly he tried to rise but as he did so Stefano hooked his head and jerked him downwards into an inverted headlock backbreaker. She kept the inverted headlock applied as she yanked him back up to his feet only to pull him downwards into another backbreaker that she this time transitioned into a reverse DDT. Quickly Steph rose and delivered an elbow drop into Luther’s chest.
Melissa: She’s really pouring on the pressure here, and doing an excellent job of keeping the big man grounded. Maybe Luther wasn’t expecting Steph to come out of the gate this fast and hard.
Kelly: Perfect strategy so far, she just needs to keep it up long enough that she can wear him down and beat him.
Thunder rolled away and began to rise to his feet only for Stefano to continue to focus her attack on his spine, delivering first kicks, then knees and finally forearm shivers across his backbone before ducked her head underneath his arm, picking him up and slamming him once more into the canvas spine first with a back suplex. The Amsterdam Assassin sat up as soon as he hit, holding his back as he did so. The Wicked Witch of Wall Street pulled him quickly back to his feet and backed him up into the ropes with a series of forearms to his chest before she fired him across the ring and on the return lifted him up into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Thunder rolled off her knee and onto all fours that allowed Steph to jump into the air and deliver a double foot stomp to the small of his back sending him down to the canvas once more.
Melissa: It’s clear to me that Steph’s learned a lot from facing Luther, because she’s really keeping him off guard at the outset better than most of her matches with him I recall.
Kelly: And she’s do a wonderful job of working over his back. She likes to call herself the Master of the Backbreaker and she’s proving it tonight - if anyone ever questioned that about her.
The Dutchman grimaced as he landed face first on the canvas, hand moving to his back in agony as he tried to push back to a vertical base once more. Again Stefano helped him back to his feet and delivered three stinging knife edge chops into his chest before she took his wrist once more and this time whipped him across the ring into the far corner. Luther hit the turnbuckles hard and Steph charged in after him, leaving her feet and delivered a stinger splash to him against the turnbuckles. Stefano stepped backwards and measured her foe up in the corner before she stepped forward, used the middle rope to her advantage and delivered an enzugiri to the side of his head. As he received the kick, Thunder staggered out of the corner and past his opponent for rolled into a three point stance before she exploded forward to deliver a chop block to the back of his knee that saw him crumple to his knees.
Melissa: That chop block will get you a 15 yard penalty in the NFL, but it’s damn smart strategy tonight to keep Luther staying on the canvas.
Kelly: Whoa!! That enzugiri’ll dim his running lights!!!
Stefano scurried back to her feet and used the opening to deliver a knee into his spine followed by a single handed bulldog to introduce him face first to the canvas. Once more the master of the back breaker wasted little time in getting her feet underneath her, circling back around behind Thunder as he started to push up to his knees and grabbed his arms as she locked in a seated surfboard submission. Stefano pulled back on his arms, bending his spine backwards in the hold as Phelps asked him if he wanted to quit, getting a ‘No’ from the European wrestler. Steph pulled back further on his arms, applying more and more pressure to his back yet still he refused to quit.
Melissa: I can’t recall the last time I saw Luther tap out in a match. I’m not sure I ever have, but Steph is certainly doing her best to change that here.
Kelly: Even if it doesn’t get her the submission it continues to weaken and work over Thunder’s back and stops him from exploiting all those power moves in his arsenal.
The Wicked Witch adjusted her grip further up his arms even as she leaned back even more to further bend his spine. Still Luther refused to quit as Phelps asked him the question. Stefano kept her grip locked in tight, using all of her weight as she leaned back to try and make the hold ever more painful. Thunder steadfastly shook his head as he was asked the question once more, refusing to submit despite the pain on his face and finally Steph released the hold sending him falling face first to the mat. The American wrestler quickly came to her feet and hooked Luther’s head under her arm, pulling him roughly towards the middle of the ring where she delivered a snap DDT to the man. As soon as he landed, Steph moved to his legs and locked in a Texas Cloverleaf that saw her sit down low on his back, putting more pressure on his spine.
Melissa: And back to another submission working on Luther’s back. This is Steph Stefano 101 as far as strategy goes.
Kelly: She’s really playing to her strengths in this contest and keeping Thunder grounded takes away his size advantage. Everyone is the same size when they’re face down on the canvas.
Again Phelps dropped down in front of him to ask the Dutch Devil if he wanted to quit and got another defiant, determined ‘No’ from the man. The Wicked Witch showed no signs of releasing him or easing her grip on the big man, causing him to start to use his hands and fingers to drag them across the canvas. As he got close, he reached out at full stretch and managed to grab hold of the bottom rope. The official called for the break and began the count when it wasn’t forthcoming. He got to four before the Berkeley born wrestler released the hold and stood up. Stefano walked away and began to wave him to his feet, watching as Thunder used the ropes to help him get vertical and she charged towards him, leaving her feet to catch him with the Walk of Shame jumping reverse bulldog… but Luther kept hold of the top rope, blocking the move as Stefano’s head bounced off the canvas.
Melissa: I thought we were about to see the WALK OF SHAME, but so did Luther clearly because he managed to avoid it entirely.
Kelly: This two have met time and time again, they know each other inside out. Maybe Stefano was starting to get a little overconfident after the opening to this contest, but either way Luther had it scouted and made her pay.
She rolled and started to come to her feet only for Luther to step into her and drive his knee into her chest over and over and over again, finally scooping her off her feet with a grimace of pain crossing his and slamming her down into the middle of the ring and held her back. Steph rolled away again and started to come to her feet, getting back to a vertical base as Thunder bolted for the ropes and returned to take her down to the mat with a Thesz Press. As he landed on top of the Californian he wasted no time at all in hammering away at her face with clubbing forearms; the Wicked Witch covered up as the barrage continued, Phelps using the count in an effort to get some separation between the two.
Kelly: Thunder’s trying to cave in Steph’s face with those forearms. I think he’s paying her back for everything she’s done in this contest and in the buried alive match and he’s doing so with interest.
He finally got it as he reached four, seeing Thunder pull Stefano up to her feet with a headlock. He wrenched it in tighter as they got to their feet, using all of his strength to squeeze the Californian’s head with his arm. The Witch of Wall Street tried to fight back against the powerhouse, throwing an arm blindly into his back only for him to drive a fist into her face as he released the hold. Stefano staggered backwards and found herself falling to the canvas as Thunder spun around and caught her square on the jaw with a discus clothesline. The Californian rolled to all fours and Thunder wrapped his arms around her waist deadlifting her upright and hurled her across the ring with a release German suplex. Stefano rolled away to the ropes as she landed and began to come upright once more as Luther held his back yet again while watching her rise, charging towards her yet again as she stood up to catch her with a big boot to her jaw that sent her tumbling backwards over the top rope, landing in a heap on the floor.
Melissa: We haven’t really seen Tara or Esme get involved so far, Kelly. Do you think Luther learned his lesson after he got disqualified because of them when he faced Misty?
Kelly: I think they’ve just not had an opportunity yet, not with Phelps and CK at hand… though they may have an opening right now.
Thunder held his back as complained to the referee about the treatment he had received at the hands of his opponent and as he did so Tara and Esme came around the corner of the ring and began to advance on Stefano only for CK to move quickly down the ring to the corner behind Steph, tapping the ring post with the rolled up newspaper that stopped the Thunder women in their tracks, staring at the man. In the ring, Luther gave a sneer at the events he saw unfolding on the outside and asked the referee why he wasn’t doing his job and counting out the woman. Phelps turned around and began his count as Thunder backed up across the ring and started to stretch out his back.
Melissa: I imagine Luther’s back feels like a pretzel right now. I wonder if Thunder Ministries has a chiropractor on call.
Kelly: Stefano’s worked it over pretty good. Still, if he’s in a hotel with a spa perhaps he could arrange a his and hers massage?
The official got to five before Stefano slid back underneath the bottom rope and straight into a baseball slide from Thunder that spun her around so her shoulders were resting on the apron. Getting back to his feet, Luther put one foot through the ropes and pressed his foot against her throat. Phelps used the five count, the Dutch Devil milking it for every millisecond he could before he released the pressure; Stefano sliding backwards a couple of inches as she gasped for breath while Thunder stepped through the ropes and out onto the apron. Phelps implored the Amsterdam Assassin to come back into the ring only for Thunder to ignore him as he took two steps forward and connected with a leg drop across his opponent’s chest and neck as it hung in midair off the ring apron.
Melissa: Good Lord, Steph must feel like a truck got dropped on her chest courtesy of the Dutch Devil right there. That’ll take all the air out of you.
Kelly: It’s an effective strategy from Luther. He can slow down his opponent and buy himself a couple of seconds to try and stretch out his back.
Steph spasmed after the receiving the leg drop, curling up on the apron only for Luther to push her back flat against the ring apron, stepping forward quickly and driving an elbow into her throat. Phelps once more ordered him back into the ring, starting the count on Thunder who slid back into the ring. He held his back as he came to his feet, stooping down and grabbing hold of his opponents ankles as she was curled up in the ring, gasping for breath. He held her legs apart as he stomped down on her stomach three times in quick succession, causing her to lay back on the mat once more. He slid her backwards till her throat was underneath the ropes and fell backwards, catapulting her throat first into the bottom rope. As Thunder came back to his feet, Phelps immediately got in his face, threatening him with disqualification as Stefano continued to gasp for breath.
Melissa: Oh, that’s the last thing he wants right there! The referee’s had enough of this, and Luther’s in danger of losing out on another opportunity right now.
Kelly: Phelps is doing his best to keep control of this match and I’m sure the last thing he wants to do is disqualify Thunder. Hopefully, this’ll cool the hot head down a little - especially as he’s got control right now.
Thunder shook his head at the referee as he pulled his foe to her feet, trapping her arms against her sides as he delivered multiple headbutts. Finally he released her arms and Stefano stumbled backwards into the ropes, leaning back against them as she held her head. Luther smirked as he took hold of her hand and whipped her across the ring. As the Wicked Witch rebounded back towards the middle of the ring, Luther left his feet and rattled the teeth of the Berkeley native as he caught her right on the point of the jaw with a scissor kick. As the woman landed on the mat, Thunder stood over her for a moment to perform the sign of the cross over her fallen body then dropped an elbow straight into her chest. He made the cover, hooking her leg as he did so.
Melissa: Another hard impact courtesy of the big man, and he’s looking to book a ticket to Champion’s Ball right now!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Kelly: The leader of the Ministry is bringing all his power to bear on Steph and he was less than a second away!!
Stefano kicked out before the three count could be completed. Phelps showed the two count to the Dutch Devil who shook his head at the man in disgust before he pulled his opponent up from the canvas and straight into a single arm DDT. Again a grimace crossed Luther’s face as he held his back for a moment as he sat up before he came to his feet once more, pulling Stefano up once more and this time he hoisted her up onto his shoulders into a torture rack. He pulled on her body in the submission hold, a look of deepening pain on his face as he held her up there before he finally flipped her forwards off his shoulders and into a double knee gutbuster. The Wicked Witch writhed in pain, holding her midriff on the canvas before she started to slowly rise.
Melissa: Some moves don’t require explanation, that’s one of them. Steph’s face tells the story of what she feels.
As she did so, Thunder bounced off the ropes once more and drove a kitchen sink knee into her abdomen, flipping her over his leg and sent her crashing down to the mat. As she landed, Stefano sat bolt upright, cradling her gut once more that allowed Thunder to bounce off the ropes once again to catch her with a low big boot to the face that caused her to lay flat on her back. Thunder leapt into the air and came down upon her body with a double knee drop. Luther made the cover once more and again hooked the leg as he went for the pinfall.
One…
Two…
...THRE--
Kelly: Another high impact move from Thunder and it still only nets him a two count!!
Again the Berkeley native stopped the count before the three, rolling her shoulder before Phelps could make contact with the mat. Thunder glared daggers at the official, coming to his feet he shoved the referee backwards, demanding the three count only for Phelps to shake his head, showing him the two count. Thunder threatened the man in the striped shirt for a moment before he took a deep breath, calmed down and began to ‘officially’ forgive the referee. Finally the Dutchman turned back towards his opponent as she started to push up to her feet and quickly took hold of her head as he looked to be about to go for an Impaler DDT. Before he could land the move, Steph countered, lifting him up off his feet and slammed Luther down into the canvas with a modified version of an Alabama Slam, falling to her knees as she drove him downwards before rolling away.
Melissa: It’s hard to fathom the power and core strength you’d need to pull that off, but Steph managed to do it!
Kelly: It’s amazing what you can do when things start to get desperate. You’ve heard those stories about people able to lift up cars off people - I think that might be the same thing.
Thunder sat up, holding his back once more before he started to rise to his feet. Once more he advanced upon Stefano as she was trying to get upright, catching her with a forearm smash to the side of her face. He delivered a second forearm smash to her jaw before he pulled her up to her feet and whipped her into the ring ropes. The Witch of Wall Street bounced off the ropes and came back towards Luther who attempted to scoop her up for a spinning spinebuster; Stefano though managed to catch him with a bionic elbow to the top of his head. The Dutch Devil released her and took a half step backwards, Steph quickly following it up with a throat chop that caused Thunder to gasp for breath. Stefano spun around behind him, leaving her feet and delivered a a jumping double knee backbreaker to the big man.
Melissa: There’s a backstabber right there! I’d say go for the cover, but I don’t think Steph is thinking along those lines right now.
Kelly: After everything she’s been hit with, she might just be getting her bearings again. That and I don’t think Thunder’s anywhere near worn down enough.
Stefano forced her way up to her feet as Thunder rolled to his knees; Stefano hooking her arm around his head for a headlock. She took off towards the corner and delivered a bulldog into the middle turnbuckle, slamming him head first into the corner. As the Amsterdam Assassin staggered backwards, the Witch of Wall Street pushed up onto the middle turnbuckle and launched herself off the ropes into a blockbuster, slamming him back down to the canvas. Thunder sat up, holding his back in pain and received a stiff kick to his backbone from his opponent. She pulled him back up to his feet, pushing him back against the ring ropes before she fired him across the ring, catching him on the return with the Debt Collector pop-up clothesline. The Dutchman rolled over and began to rise quickly to his feet on instinct and as he did so, Stefano jumped at him once more and this time connected perfectly with the jumping reverse bulldog - the Walk of Shame. As Thunder landed on the mat, Steph quickly made the cover and hooked both of his legs.
Melissa: There it is, she got it that time! WALK OF SHAME! And there’s the cover!
One…
Two…
...THRE-
Kelly: NOOOOOOOO!!!! Close, but no cigar for THE Steph Stefano!! She’s gotta regroup and gotta stay on top of Luther though!!
Thunder rolled his shoulder at the last moment as Stefano pushed up to her feet and began to drive her boots into his body as the referee showed the two count. The repeated kicks forced him to roll over onto her front and Steph struck once more as she locked in the Ratings Spike reverse Boston crab. The Wicked Witch of Wall Street wrenched on the hold, applying as much pressure as she could on the powerhouse wrestler. He let out a cry of pain as his hands went to his back but still he refused to quit when the referee asked him. It prompted Stefano to begin to drop knees into the back of his head while keeping the submission hold locked in. Still Thunder refused to quit to the hold, pulling himself across the canvas once more and wrapped his hand around the bottom rope. Phelps called for the break only to find he had to use the four count once more before Stefano finally relented.
Kelly: She’s keeping that hold locked in tight and milking that three count for all that it’s worth but she’s gotta let go to keep hope of a third round with Shane Atwater alive.
Steph took a deep breath as she backed across the ring, watching Luther writhe in agony, holding his back in pain against the ropes. Steph began to tap her wrist furiously with two fingers as if to signify that time is money. Thunder began to push up to all fours and as he did so, the Witch of Wall Street darted forward into the punt kick to the side of his head, shouting ‘GGGOOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!!’ as she swung her foot for The Headline, Thunder turning his head and getting his arm up to deflect the kick. He rolled over to his back and Stefano dove on top of the man, for the cover, hooking the inside leg as she did so.
Melissa: I have no idea how much of that she got, but we’ll find out in three seconds or less!
One…
Two…
...THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kelly: OH DEAR GOD!!! Luther’s gotta have someone looking over him to have gotten his shoulder up!! He might just have God on his side tonight!!!
At the final second, Thunder threw his foot over the bottom rope to break up the pinfall a heartbeat before Phelps could call for the three. Steph stared at the referee in disbelief, asking him for three only for the official to show her the two count. Stefano again asked for the three count, getting the two count yet again as the official pointed to the where Thunder’s foot was on the rope still that caused her to pull at her hair in frustration. Shaking her head slowly, Steph started to rise to her feet, pulling the Dutch Devil to his feet along with her. She drove a knee into his gut before she pulled him away from the ropes to the middle of the ring. She took a moment before she started to set him up for the Witchmade lifting side slam.
Melissa: Steph’s trying to summon all her faculties right now, and I think she’s close to punching her ticket to meeting either Shane or Misty at Champion’s Ball!
Kelly: If she can land this...If she can pull it off then it’ll be all she wrote for Luther Thunder here at Rampage!!
It was never delivered as Thunder caught her with an elbow to the side of her head. A second elbow connected before Stefano took a step backwards and the European wrestler raked his fingers down over her eyes. As the Berkeley born wrestler staggered backwards, Luther scooped her quickly off her feet, grimacing in pain as he lifted her above his head and delivered a military press slam. Steph sat upwards following the slam and was brought to her feet by the Amsterdam Assassin who quickly brought her up onto his shoulder again before he delivered a rolling fireman’s carry slam.
Kelly: Beautiful rolling fireman’s carry slam! Thunder’s stayed in this by his fingernails and he’s trying desperately to find a way to put the Wicked Witch away.
Thunder took a moment as he sat up one more time, holding his back in pain for a couple of seconds before he reached for the ring ropes, pulling herself up to his feet as he did so. Luther once more advanced upon “The” Steph Stefano, pulling her upright one more time and into a vertical suplex. Thunder once more forced himself up to his feet and turned to watch Steph Stefano as she rose, waving her upright. As the Witch of Wall Street began to come to her feet, he stomped his foot on the canvas, tuning up the band before he measured up Stefano, waiting for her to turn around and when she did he caught her with the Thunderstruck superkick to her jaw. Steph stumbled and fell backwards against the ropes, catching herself before she collapsed to the canvas; her eyes glazed over.
Melissa: I think Steph’s out on her feet right now, this is Luther’s match for the taking if you ask me!
Kelly: It sure as Hell doesn’t look like she’s got a clue where she is right now and those ring ropes are the only thing keeping her upright!!
She staggered forward and as she did so, Thunder fired a front kick into her midsection that allowed him to lift her upwards onto his shoulders and into position for the crucifix powerbomb. With a look of pain on his face, he turned around and a second later he completed the Assassin’s Edge, slamming her down into the canvas. Quickly he made the cover, hooking both legs as he did so.
Melissa: ASSASSIN’S EDGE!
One…
Two…
...THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kelly: That’s it for Steph Stefano tonight. Coming hot on the heels of Thunderstruck, that Assassin’s Edge proved to be too much! Steph, though, had an almost perfect game plan for Thunder… it was just the smallest miscalculation that proved the difference.
The Dutch Devil rolled away and started to rise to his feet as Billy Phelps called for the bell. Phelps raised his hand as Thunder unsteadily made it back to his feet.
John: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall… LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Melissa: Now we have half of the equation complete, Kelly! It’ll be that man right there going to Champion’s Ball to face either Misty Whitmore or Shane Atwater! Who do you think is going to be facing him on December 2nd?
Kelly: Way too close to call Melissa. Shane has a laser like focus and is one of the most determined individuals on the roster. In contrast Misty is a real student of the game and is all heart. Fair to say whoever it is, they’re going to have their work cut out for them against Luther.
Steph rolled to the apron where she was helped to her feet by Christian Kincaid while Esme and Tara entered the ring and raised Luther’s hand in the air. The crowd booed the Amsterdam Assassin loudly as he celebrated with his sister and wife, before he pulled his wife into a kiss that caused them to boo a little louder as the show cut elsewhere.
Immodest Proposal
As we cut away from ringside after Steph and Luther’s fight, we find FFW’s news guy Jake Chandler searching backstage for...something or someone. He rounds a couple corners cautiously, making sure he doesn’t miss whoever he’s looking for before he stops as a door opens to his left.
The Ultraviolence champion emerges from the door to immediately wrap her arms around Jake’s neck before planting a long kiss on him. Mallory looks only somewhat cleaned up from her match with Marla, holding Jake very closely before her arms let go of him and she breaks the kiss finally. The crowd can be heard having a somewhat mixed response to this, after Mal’s behavior during the match though the gesture is sweet enough and Jake mitigates the response by a lot.
Mal: I’m glad you came to find me after the match. I still had a surprise for you. Close your eyes.
Jake blinks a couple times and finally closes his eyes as requested.
The camera follows the beaten Ultraviolence champion as she slowly leans down and gets to one knee. She rummages inside of her wrestling top and produces a small black box, looking down at it in silence before looking back up as Jake opens his eyes.
Mal: ...Jake Chandler... Will you marry me?
The crowd can be heard more than shocked by the Ultraviolence champion asking her boyfriend’s hand in marriage on the spot as she opens the little black box to show off a very expensive looking ring.
...
That she promptly closes shut before standing up.
Mal: --Is what I would be asking if I didn’t have to share you with my backstabbing best friend, whoop guess she’s not really my best friend anymore, who undermines our relationship at... Well, every single fuckin’ turn.
The crowd sees this immediately rolling downhill and begins to boo Mallory as the Ultraviolence pays my mind, putting her hands on the shoulders of her boyfriend and looks him in the eye.
Mal: I’m not... I’m not going share you with anyone... Anyone at all. And the more, look at me... The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I really fucked up. Giving chase and throwin’ myself and willing to break my own neck over a guy with zero ambition and who never had an eye for me until I had to be the one to say something and do something... Who wouldn’t have ever proposed to me, who woulda just had me wait, and wait, and wait some more. So Gillie. Gillie can have you and I hope you two are really giddy and happy together and I’ll be punching down everyone who has something to say about it or me. She can’t have the ring though. Nah, gonna pawn this shit. Imagine almost dropping four thousand dollars on someone you gotta share. That ain’t me. I would sooner blow the fuckin’ devil himself than do that.
As if on cue, the door behind Mallory begins to open slowly and though we don’t get to see who is inside of the room she was just in, Jake can from his angle.
We then here the the sound of a someone zipping their jean zipper upward. Jake was speechless, and the color was gone from his face. He was almost a statue, and a tear forms in his eye. Mal silently ran a thumb, wiping his tear... And then wiped his upper lip before she walked right past him in silence.
We then head to a commercial for Champion’s Ball.
The spotlight over the ring is seen as the show heads back into the arena, and finds John Youle front and center with his microphone in hand.
John: The following contest is your main event of the evening scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SVW Championship!
Melissa: I think we’re gonna see a classic right here in a first ever meeting between Shane and Misty. Can the SVW Hall of Famer regain the top title of SVW?
Dante: I think the question is if I will be able to stay awake during this match. Two goody-two-shoes are about to fight for a title, color me bored already.
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: For my money, there’s no one with more heart and any more talented in the ring than is Misty Whitmore! And I think tonight could very well be the night she regains the SVW Championship.
Dante: All she does is bitch and moan about things. She shouldn’t even BE in this match, she didn’t pin Luther or make him quit! Luckily he still won his match tonight to get a shot at the title at Champion’s Ball.
The lights go dark, and a rhythmic, rattling hum intensifies, the lights beginning to strobe with the drumbeats as they kick in. Soon enough, a rumbling bass line follows, and the drums begin to pick up as the screens flash with words, each one punctuated by the punch of the snare.
TAP OUT THE WORLD
The drums and bass come to a crescendo as the heavy guitars of “Cochise” by Audioslave hit, an eruption of pyrotechnics lighting up the sight of Shane Atwater, standing on the middle of the stage. He pauses there a moment, head bowed, saying a few silent words to himself as the crowd surges with a positive response and the music roils around him. 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!
Melissa: You can count on one hand the number of people who can say they defeated Shane Atwater in SVW! He’s on top of the mountain for a reason, and it’s hard to bet against him.
Dante: Not really, I bet against him all the time. I just think Luther should have this shot instead of Misty. Who’s Misty defeated to get the shot? Did she pin someone? No. Did she submit someone? No.
Referee Angela Rocca takes the title from Shane as John leaves the ring, and holds it high over head. She quickly shows it to Misty before handing it off and calling for the bell to start the match. The San Jose crowd begins chanting for both of them, a dueling chant for each as the pair meet in the center and shake hands out of respect. With the crowd still chanting, they lock up in the center of the ring. Shane easily pushes the smaller Misty back into the ropes, and gives a clean break before he backs up a couple steps. Misty steps forward as he goes for her again, but she surprises him with a drop toe hold that sends him neck first across the middle rope. He immediately begins coughing as Misty takes off for the far side, and slides under the bottom rope on the rebound in front of him. A palm thrust to the throat catches him flush as he gets to his knees doubled over the middle rope, trying to catch his breath. Whitmore hops up onto the apron, and connects with a running knee lift to the face that sends him back to the mat before she uses the top rope for a springboard into an elbow drop! She quickly hooks the leg, and gets the crowd to their feet as the referee falls into position.
Melissa: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! MISTY’S GONNA DO IT RIGHT HERE!!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Shane kicks out after two, and Misty quickly gets to her feet. She darts off for the ropes as he starts to sit up, and connects with a knee trembler to the side of his head that puts him back down.
Dante: See, this is what happens when you ‘respect’ your opponent! I don’t care who wins, I just hope they both injure each other honestly!
A knee drop to the back of Shane’s head plants his face into the canvas before Misty continues to drive knees into the side of his head. She darts towards the corner, and scales it like a cat before turning in midair for a missile dropkick after Shane got to his feet. The fans were getting louder still as Misty used the near side ropes for a springboard into an Asai moonsault that landed right on target!
Melissa: Misty Whitmore has cranked the energy level up to 11 right here! And Shane’s catching it every which way he goes!
Dante: See what I mean? Respect is worthless. All that matters are titles and gold. I bet Shane’s regretting all that BS in his promo for this match now!
The chants for Misty kept getting louder in the arena as the former Olympian headed for the corner, and dropped down to the mat. The familiar pounding of her fists into the canvas caused the crowd to stomp along with her. Shane was slow to move as he tried to get his bearings while Misty’s fists were pounding faster now.
Melissa: She’s going for the knee strike right now! Not only is Misty gonna be the new SVW Champion….she’s gonna do it in record time!
Dante: This’ll teach Shane for playing by the rules! He can tell the title he’ll be seeing it later in a few seconds! What am I saying? I don’t like either of these two!
Shane finally got to his feet and turned just as Misty launched herself out of the corner. She left her feet, but the champion caught her in midair and countered it into a spinebuster! Her body bounced off the mat as Shane dropped to a knee, trying to collect himself for a couple seconds. He finally made it back to his feet, looking over at Missy as she was starting to get up now. He snatched her around the waist, and connected with a German suplex. He rolled through into four more, which the crowd counted out. On the fifth, he pushed up into a bridge for a pin as the referee fell into position.
Dante: I’ve never seen anyone counter that knee strike like that, and now Shane’s about to end it, I think!
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Misty popped her shoulder off the mat at two, and Shane got back to his feet. The challenger made it back to hers as well before he shoved her chest first into the corner. Before she could turn around, he began driving shoulder thrusts into her lower back repeatedly. He finally let her out of the corner, and snapped her to the mat with a Japanese arm drag into an armbar.
Melissa: Shane’s trying to take some of the wind out of Misty, because I don’t think he’s felt that level of speed or quickness from a SVW opponent before tonight.
Misty finally sat up, causing Shane to drop to one knee and continue to work the armbar. The challenger’s face showed the anguish she was experiencing as Shane continued to pour on the pressure. Whitmore made back to her feet, and Shane transitioned into an arm wringer instead to try to drive Misty back to the mat. It only got her to a knee though before Shane started firing elbows into her arm and shoulder. She got to her feet again before he pulled her arm behind her back into a hammerlock slam.
Dante: Misty is gonna be double jointed before this SVW Championship match concludes tonight. Either that, or Shane wants a pipsqueak’s arm to show off on his mantle.
Melissa: It’s not a bad strategy! If you take away an opponent’s arm or leg, that’s one less limb they have to hit you with after all.
Misty started to get back to her feet a bit more slowly this time, favoring her left arm before Shane grabbed it again. He used it like a pumphandle over his shoulder, snapping it down and causing Misty to jerk it back to her body. She didn’t get very far away before he scooped her up into a shoulder breaker onto the canvas. He dropped down to the mat with her, and applied a keylock as he bent her arm onto the canvas.
Melissa: There may be no one in SVW who has a better ground game than the SVW Champion. And he has effectively put Misty’s momentum on ice, and gone right to work on his favorite target.
Dante: I may think he’s awful, but that doesn’t make him totally stupid. This is pretty much what I would suggest if I were managing him against Misty. I should get a cut of his payday for tonight.
Misty began to move as she got her foot across the bottom rope. Rocca called for a break, and Shane obliged immediately. He got back to his feet, and reached down to pull Misty up, but she rolled under the bottom rope. The referee asked him to step back, which he did as Misty got back to her feet inside the ring. Shane headed for her again, and Misty caught him coming in with a standing sidekick to the stomach. It doubled him over for half a second before Misty used the ropes for a springboard into a headscissors DDT. Shane’s head struck the mat as Whitmore sat up, shaking her arm and trying to numb the pain.
Melissa: That’s just how fast Misty Whitmore can flip the tide of a match in one shot! She got herself a little breathing room there in the ropes, and that was just what she needed.
Dante: Shane better shake off what cobwebs he has in that tiny brain, and get back on the attack before the Flying Wallenda show starts up again.
Misty started rallying her fans as she headed for the corner, and began to make her way to the top rope. Shane started to get up as well. But when he turned in the right direction, Misty left her feet with a tope con hilo into a senton that crashed Shane back to the mat. She hooked the outside leg with her good arm as Rocca dropped to make the count.
Melissa: A suicide dive that landed right on the money! Misty’s gonna be SVW Champion again in three seconds!!
ONE!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!
Shane got his shoulder up in time before the three, and Misty started back to her feet. She shook her arm a bit more, throwing a couple shadow punches with it before she turned back towards the champion.
Dante: I guess Misty must be getting some feeling back in that arm. Either that, or she’s throwing punches with the Invisible Man in the ring there.
She took off towards the ropes to pick up speed as Shane began to get to his feet. The champion turned to find her just as she grabbed his head for a lungblower that bounced him off the mat on impact. The challenger headed for the corner, and made her way up top. With her fans chanting her name, Misty launched herself with a top rope elbow drop….that saw Shane roll out of the way. She shouted in pain as she landed on the arm he had been working on earlier in the match.
Dante: Well no more shadow boxing for her! That didn’t last very long at all, and she may have done more damage on her own.
Melissa: You’re not wrong! The impact from that missed elbow could make Shane’s job a whole lot easier for the rest of this match.
The champion got to his feet as Misty was beginning to rise. He pulled her into a fisherman’s suplex, which he rolled through into two more followed by a sitout spinebuster. He climbed back to his feet, shaking his head a little from all the shots he’d taken so far.
Melissa: He calls that the WHALE & THE WASP! His head may feel like there’s a marching band going through it after all the shots Misty has landed so far.
Dante: It’s alright, there’s not a whole lot going on up there anyway. He reminds me of Snuffleluffagus, if I’m honest.
Shane moved towards the corner, crouching down as he watched Misty stirring on the mat. The former Olympian finally began to stir, and climb back to her feet. When she made it, Shane bolted out of the corner with a running boot! Misty ducked the contact, but the referee wasn’t so lucky as she caught it instead. Rocca tumbled through the ropes to the floor as Shane looked a little concerned for a moment.
Dante: I told you he was an idiot. He can’t tell difference between the referee and Misty! He needs some glasses, Melissa.
Melissa: That was accidental! He was gonna knock Misty into next year, and unfortunately the referee isn’t as agile as the #1 contender for the SVW Championship.
Shane went back to get Misty, who surprised him by pulling him into a small package. The fans counted the fall, even though the referee wasn’t able to do so. Shane finally kicked out, and got back to his feet. Misty began to do the same before Shane yanked her forward into his sheer drop falcon’s arrow!
Melissa: SCHISM!! I think Shane would have a successful defense right here, but we don’t have a referee! We need one out here pronto!
Dante: Well it’s his own fault that we don’t have one. He can’t tell the difference between Misty Whitmore and the referee. He must have Stevie Wonder’s vision!
Shane got back to his feet, and ducked his head through the ropes to see that the referee was barely moving on the floor. Loud booing began to rumble through the crowd before he turned around into a superkick from Luther Thunder! The Dutch Devil looked down at him with a smile and his hands pressed together, as if in prayer.
Dante: THUNDERSTRUCK!
Melissa: What the hell is Luther doing out here?! This isn’t his match, he’s already got a title shot!
Dante: Don’t say hell around Luther, Melissa! I’m thrilled to see him, and I’m guessing Shane didn’t make a good donation to Thunder Ministries!
He pulled Shane to his feet, and drilled him with his crucifix powerbomb before stepping through the ropes out to the floor. The fans continued to boo louder than before as he headed towards the back, looking over his shoulder to tell Misty she was welcome before he disappeared. The challenger began to move, looking around to see where Shane was.
Dante: Oh look, he did it for Misty even after she screwed him over to get this shot! Is there no end to this man’s mercy?!
Melissa: BULLSHIT! He’s trying to make sure he’s facing Misty instead of Shane Atwater!
Misty made it to her feet, and headed for the corner as the referee was getting back into the ring finally. She launched herself in a double knee frog splash and hooked the leg on the lifeless Shane.
ONE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Rocca called for the bell as Misty rolled off the cover and sat up, trying to catch her breath as she looked around with a smile on her face. The referee climbed back to her own feet, and woozily raised Misty’s hand.
Dante: I hope Misty appreciates this wonderful gift she has had delivered from the benevolent Luther Thunder! She should go back and thank him!
John: Your winner of this match….AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWW SVW Champion…...MISTY WHITMORE!!
Melissa: Misty doesn’t have a clue what Luther did, but he certainly did giftwrap it for her! She’s not gonna like this when she sees it!
Misty clutched the title tightly, looking very happy with herself until she looked up at the video wall to see what had happened. The smile slowly faded from her face as she shouted Luther’s name, and took off towards the back after him. Shane began to sit up finally in the ring with a seething expression on his face.
Dante: Aww, did wittle Shane wose his itty bitty title?! Someone call the wah-mbulance!
Melissa: I think Luther Thunder has bought himself a world of trouble! Misty and Shane both are gonna want a piece of the Dutch Devil!
Dante: Heaven won’t have him, hell’s afraid he’ll take over!
Misty is shown screaming Luther’s name as she goes through the backstage area until she runs into Jo McFarlane. The two stare at one another before Jo steps out of her way to find Luther as Rampage fades off the air.
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SVW On Pay Per View
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=> SVW Pay Per Views
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