CULT S01E12
Pyro blasts off as a camera spins around revealing a frenzy of fans piled into the sold out AO Arena in London, England while “My Generation” by The Who bumps from the speakers.
Sting: Hello and welcome to the finale of CULT’s first season!
Foote: And what a night it is… this card was booked by the steady hand of one Anderson Sheeply. He is going to maintain his ring announcer duties for the evening… but let’s take it to the ring for a quick intro from the King of British Thong Style.
The camera swings down to the ring where Anderson Shepley is dressed in a loud blue suit, a UK flag as a tie. He smiles with all his teeth peering through his Coke bottle glasses at a sold out crowd.
Anderson: Ladies and gents you are watching a dream come true. For two decades I have existed in the background of the wrestling industry here in the UK and tonight I make it crystal clear I was always the backbone of this here industry.. Especially right here in London!
The crowd pops huge as Anderson smiles and nods, shoots some finger guns to some young women in the audience.
Anderson: I’ve watched wrestling since I was a young lad and always dreamed of being able to put together my own card. Finally, Casanova English has given me my day in the sun allowing me to book this amazing card for each of you. Tonight we will see a Fireball Frenzy match between Ace Sky and Serena Riot, a submission match between Datura who makes her official CULT debut and Adrienne Beaufort. All the titles are on the line tonight except the SNUFF Championship. Serenity Holmes defends the FIGHT Championship against Max Daemon. We have the Double Homicide Championships on the line in a title threat. JJ Slayer will defend his CULT Classic Championship against Johnny Bacchus and Emily Regal and in the main event Alice Gemini will defend the New World Championship against Jennie Fenix!
Anderson smiles as the crowd roars in anticipation… then… the lights go out
Sting: Hello and welcome to the finale of CULT’s first season!
Foote: And what a night it is… this card was booked by the steady hand of one Anderson Sheeply. He is going to maintain his ring announcer duties for the evening… but let’s take it to the ring for a quick intro from the King of British Thong Style.
The camera swings down to the ring where Anderson Shepley is dressed in a loud blue suit, a UK flag as a tie. He smiles with all his teeth peering through his Coke bottle glasses at a sold out crowd.
Anderson: Ladies and gents you are watching a dream come true. For two decades I have existed in the background of the wrestling industry here in the UK and tonight I make it crystal clear I was always the backbone of this here industry.. Especially right here in London!
The crowd pops huge as Anderson smiles and nods, shoots some finger guns to some young women in the audience.
Anderson: I’ve watched wrestling since I was a young lad and always dreamed of being able to put together my own card. Finally, Casanova English has given me my day in the sun allowing me to book this amazing card for each of you. Tonight we will see a Fireball Frenzy match between Ace Sky and Serena Riot, a submission match between Datura who makes her official CULT debut and Adrienne Beaufort. All the titles are on the line tonight except the SNUFF Championship. Serenity Holmes defends the FIGHT Championship against Max Daemon. We have the Double Homicide Championships on the line in a title threat. JJ Slayer will defend his CULT Classic Championship against Johnny Bacchus and Emily Regal and in the main event Alice Gemini will defend the New World Championship against Jennie Fenix!
Anderson smiles as the crowd roars in anticipation… then… the lights go out
The instrumental introduction to Nightclubbing begins to play.
Sting: Uh, is this on your itinerary?
Foote: Not mine! I don’t even know who this is!
Once Iggy Pop begins singing, a large man comes sauntering out. He’s decked out in a red and black furry trenchcoat of sorts with furry boots to match, and a face painted up into a skull, complemented with an upper torso that is also painted up. The party-crasher slinks and slithers down the aisle in a rhythmic way, at times reminiscent of that one scene from Reservoir Dogs, movements that belie his gorilla-like frame. A sedated goofy grin seems to be permanently etched onto his face. This fellow is ready to party!
Sting: I, uh, guess he’s a guest of Mr. Shepley’s?
Foote: If he is, he doesn’t seem like he got the memo.
And sure enough, Anderson has his arms outstretched, confused at the arrival of this strange being. When the stranger finally reaches the ring, he slowly points between Anderson’s mic and himself. Anderson shrugs and hands him the mic.
The Mysterious Stranger: So, uhhhh, where’s my match you promised me, Mr. English?
Anderson looks around at the audience, even more confused than before.
Anderson: Uh, I’m not Casanova English, whoever you are.
The Mysterious Stranger: Oh.
He then sucks his teeth, and yes, he makes a point of doing so right into the mic. He sighs.
The Mysterious Stranger: So you agree then.
Anderson: …Agree on what?
The Mysterious Stranger: You agree to give over your body to science when you die!
Sting: What the hell’s this guy going on about?
Foote: No clue.
Anderson: Uh, not following, mate. Listen, who even are you? We’re sort of in the middle of a major show.
It’s now the unwanted guest’s turn to look confused.
The Mysterious Stranger: Why, you yourself hiiiiired me, Mr. English!
Anderson: It’s like I already told you, I’m not Casanova English!
The Mysterious Stranger: You are. You are. Which is why I don’t feel the neeeeeed to introduce myself to you again!
Anderson: I am not! My name is Anderson Shepley! I don’t know who you are, we’ve never met, I didn’t hire you, I couldn’t have hired you, but I’m sure if you go to the back, you’ll find him around somewhere!
The Mysterious Stranger: Oh.
He sucks his teeth into the mic again, longer this time, and yes, sighs once more.
The Mysterious Stranger: What a load of perfectly-curated BULLSHIT.
Anderson: What?
The Mysterious Stranger: When you look at me, Mr. Eng- “Mister” “Shepley”, when you look at me, really REALLY look at me, into my eyes, past them, deep, DEEP into my soul, what do you see? Because I know what I see.
He leans in, stooping down to get right into Anderson’s face.
The Mysterious Stranger: Nothing. Ab-so-lute-ly NOTHING.
Anderson’s facade of keeping it cool has officially been broken.
Sting: This is really not going to end well, is it?
Foote: For Sheeply?
Sting: For starters.
The Mysterious Stranger: So you really ARE wondering who I am! See, I’m the dream that makes the people scream! Oh yes, I’m a square peg forcibly jammed into a round hole! I march to the beatings of a different drummer! Oh-
He pulls out some paperwork from his jacket reaching out to Anderson so he could take them.
The Mysterious Stranger: Here, sign these papers.
Anderson takes them in order to not raise the ire of this unstable individual, but he doesn’t look at them.
Anderson: I-If this is a contract, I don’t have anything to do with that. I swear I don’t. You need to get a hold of-
The mysterious stranger shakes his head.
The Mysterious Stranger: It’s not that. I already haaaaave that. No, THESE are the papers required of you to sign so doctors in the very near future can truly see what severe brain damage you’ve incurred throughout your life, BECAUSE YOU MUST BE TOTALLY INSANE TO SPEAK TO ME AND NOT BE CASANOVA ENGLISH!!!
Sting: Get out of that damn ring, Anderson!!
Anderson tries to scramble out of the ring the second the oddball’s voice transitioned from quieter to booming, but their longer reach bested Anderson’s self-preservation speed. He pulls Anderson in with one arm and delivers a stiff elbow with the other. He doesn’t release the limp Anderson, merely pulling him in for a headbutt, finally allowing Anderson to drop in a heap to the mat.
Sting: Somebody get this lunatic out of the ring!
Foote: I really hope Casanova English didn’t actually hire this nut!
The fans are in an uproar at this craven attack. The man sensually moves in circles around Anderson, never taking his eyes off of him. Once Anderson begins to stir, the odd movements crawl to a halt, and once tonight’s host has begun trying to get up again, the behemoth lunges forwards with a step-up axe kick, garnering a collective gasp from the UK audience. Then, he retrieves the mic.
The Mysterious Stranger: The time has come at last. To throw away this mask. Now everyone can see. My true identity: I’M KILROY! KILROY! KILROY!
He immediately turns to look right into the hard camera.
KILROY: KILLROY.
Kilroy looms over Anderson as he reaches his hands toward the ropes – he reaches the bottom rope and it looks like Killroy is going to stomp The King of British Thong Style into the canvas when…
Foote: What is this…
The pop remix of Evolution by Ayumi Hamasaki blasts the speakers and Junko Souma comes running down the rampway. She gets in the ring and stands between Anderson and Killroy, the crowd cheers her on as she pushes the big man – but he doesn’t budge.
Sting: Junko Souma making her debut here as well, but I think she could have picked a better spot.
Foote: Someone had to save Shepley, better her than I…
Junko bounces off the ropes and hits a forearm – Kilroy doesn’t move. He eats it and laughs. Junko off the ropes again with another forearm – this time cracking Killroy’s head backwards bust he pushes forward wide eyed asking the smaller Junko to try again.
Sting: Anderson has slid under the ropes – just get the fuck out of there now Junko.
Junko with a running crossbody and Killroy catches her. He curls her a few times then throws her overhead with a fallaway slam… but Junko lands on her feet… the crowd pops as she hits the ropes one more time and comes flying with a high dropkick into the face of a turning Killroy. He takes it to the dome and falls to the canvas – rolling out of the ring.
Foote: Listen to this crowd roaring for Junko as she learns over the ropes yelling at Killroy.
The big man backs up the ramp as Junko’s music plays through the arena and she pumps the crowd up ahead of the big show.
Sting: This just in Killroy and Junko Souma have been announced as the first participate in the Killdozer Cup next month
Sting: Uh, is this on your itinerary?
Foote: Not mine! I don’t even know who this is!
Once Iggy Pop begins singing, a large man comes sauntering out. He’s decked out in a red and black furry trenchcoat of sorts with furry boots to match, and a face painted up into a skull, complemented with an upper torso that is also painted up. The party-crasher slinks and slithers down the aisle in a rhythmic way, at times reminiscent of that one scene from Reservoir Dogs, movements that belie his gorilla-like frame. A sedated goofy grin seems to be permanently etched onto his face. This fellow is ready to party!
Sting: I, uh, guess he’s a guest of Mr. Shepley’s?
Foote: If he is, he doesn’t seem like he got the memo.
And sure enough, Anderson has his arms outstretched, confused at the arrival of this strange being. When the stranger finally reaches the ring, he slowly points between Anderson’s mic and himself. Anderson shrugs and hands him the mic.
The Mysterious Stranger: So, uhhhh, where’s my match you promised me, Mr. English?
Anderson looks around at the audience, even more confused than before.
Anderson: Uh, I’m not Casanova English, whoever you are.
The Mysterious Stranger: Oh.
He then sucks his teeth, and yes, he makes a point of doing so right into the mic. He sighs.
The Mysterious Stranger: So you agree then.
Anderson: …Agree on what?
The Mysterious Stranger: You agree to give over your body to science when you die!
Sting: What the hell’s this guy going on about?
Foote: No clue.
Anderson: Uh, not following, mate. Listen, who even are you? We’re sort of in the middle of a major show.
It’s now the unwanted guest’s turn to look confused.
The Mysterious Stranger: Why, you yourself hiiiiired me, Mr. English!
Anderson: It’s like I already told you, I’m not Casanova English!
The Mysterious Stranger: You are. You are. Which is why I don’t feel the neeeeeed to introduce myself to you again!
Anderson: I am not! My name is Anderson Shepley! I don’t know who you are, we’ve never met, I didn’t hire you, I couldn’t have hired you, but I’m sure if you go to the back, you’ll find him around somewhere!
The Mysterious Stranger: Oh.
He sucks his teeth into the mic again, longer this time, and yes, sighs once more.
The Mysterious Stranger: What a load of perfectly-curated BULLSHIT.
Anderson: What?
The Mysterious Stranger: When you look at me, Mr. Eng- “Mister” “Shepley”, when you look at me, really REALLY look at me, into my eyes, past them, deep, DEEP into my soul, what do you see? Because I know what I see.
He leans in, stooping down to get right into Anderson’s face.
The Mysterious Stranger: Nothing. Ab-so-lute-ly NOTHING.
Anderson’s facade of keeping it cool has officially been broken.
Sting: This is really not going to end well, is it?
Foote: For Sheeply?
Sting: For starters.
The Mysterious Stranger: So you really ARE wondering who I am! See, I’m the dream that makes the people scream! Oh yes, I’m a square peg forcibly jammed into a round hole! I march to the beatings of a different drummer! Oh-
He pulls out some paperwork from his jacket reaching out to Anderson so he could take them.
The Mysterious Stranger: Here, sign these papers.
Anderson takes them in order to not raise the ire of this unstable individual, but he doesn’t look at them.
Anderson: I-If this is a contract, I don’t have anything to do with that. I swear I don’t. You need to get a hold of-
The mysterious stranger shakes his head.
The Mysterious Stranger: It’s not that. I already haaaaave that. No, THESE are the papers required of you to sign so doctors in the very near future can truly see what severe brain damage you’ve incurred throughout your life, BECAUSE YOU MUST BE TOTALLY INSANE TO SPEAK TO ME AND NOT BE CASANOVA ENGLISH!!!
Sting: Get out of that damn ring, Anderson!!
Anderson tries to scramble out of the ring the second the oddball’s voice transitioned from quieter to booming, but their longer reach bested Anderson’s self-preservation speed. He pulls Anderson in with one arm and delivers a stiff elbow with the other. He doesn’t release the limp Anderson, merely pulling him in for a headbutt, finally allowing Anderson to drop in a heap to the mat.
Sting: Somebody get this lunatic out of the ring!
Foote: I really hope Casanova English didn’t actually hire this nut!
The fans are in an uproar at this craven attack. The man sensually moves in circles around Anderson, never taking his eyes off of him. Once Anderson begins to stir, the odd movements crawl to a halt, and once tonight’s host has begun trying to get up again, the behemoth lunges forwards with a step-up axe kick, garnering a collective gasp from the UK audience. Then, he retrieves the mic.
The Mysterious Stranger: The time has come at last. To throw away this mask. Now everyone can see. My true identity: I’M KILROY! KILROY! KILROY!
He immediately turns to look right into the hard camera.
KILROY: KILLROY.
Kilroy looms over Anderson as he reaches his hands toward the ropes – he reaches the bottom rope and it looks like Killroy is going to stomp The King of British Thong Style into the canvas when…
Foote: What is this…
The pop remix of Evolution by Ayumi Hamasaki blasts the speakers and Junko Souma comes running down the rampway. She gets in the ring and stands between Anderson and Killroy, the crowd cheers her on as she pushes the big man – but he doesn’t budge.
Sting: Junko Souma making her debut here as well, but I think she could have picked a better spot.
Foote: Someone had to save Shepley, better her than I…
Junko bounces off the ropes and hits a forearm – Kilroy doesn’t move. He eats it and laughs. Junko off the ropes again with another forearm – this time cracking Killroy’s head backwards bust he pushes forward wide eyed asking the smaller Junko to try again.
Sting: Anderson has slid under the ropes – just get the fuck out of there now Junko.
Junko with a running crossbody and Killroy catches her. He curls her a few times then throws her overhead with a fallaway slam… but Junko lands on her feet… the crowd pops as she hits the ropes one more time and comes flying with a high dropkick into the face of a turning Killroy. He takes it to the dome and falls to the canvas – rolling out of the ring.
Foote: Listen to this crowd roaring for Junko as she learns over the ropes yelling at Killroy.
The big man backs up the ramp as Junko’s music plays through the arena and she pumps the crowd up ahead of the big show.
Sting: This just in Killroy and Junko Souma have been announced as the first participate in the Killdozer Cup next month
Casanova English stands at the top of the ramp, a single downlight illuminating him and more specifically - the razorblade smile that takes up the corner of his lips and extends into the scars that wrap around his face. The arena is itself is pitch.
CASANOVA: Fire. It’s a funny thing - but it never gets its laugh. It’s a simple thing - heat, spark, flame - but for mankind itself, it became the very basis for a civilization. Food became more than foraging and fighting for scraps. And fear? Fear became something that man would no longer just feel in the middle of the night. No - not any longer. It was something that he would now seek out, hunt, and slay. Fire - the great creator.
Each corner of the ring is lit, revealing a pole stretching out about five feet above each turnbuckle. At the end of each pole is a ball, wrapped in a cloth and drenched in some type of liquid.
CASANOVA: Fire - the great destroyer.
On queue, flames erupt around the ring - the balls erupting into flame. The arena begins to glow once more, revealing the two opponents, Serena Riot and Ace Sky. They look around, taking stock of the circumumstances they find themselves in before turning back towards the scarred man.
CASANOVA: The rules are simple.
He turns, stepping back towards the curtain before turning towards the ring, the smile exaggerated by his own wicked grin.
CASANOVA: Survive.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and Ace makes right for one of the fireballs, leaping up towards the rope. Serena - seeing this - storms over his way and goes to grab a boot only to be fed one instead. Ace looks up to the blazing ball, but decides to take flight instead. He is able to catch her in a meteora - leaving her gasping for air.
Sting: Ace keeping the eye on the prize.
With a scream of pain, he takes hold of the ball, turning to the rising Riot. He leaps, looking to land an overhead smash with the ball, only for it to sail away into the crowd as she pele kicks it away. Members of the staff rush to put out the fire as it erupts.
Foote: That may not have been wise.
A frenzy of fists forces him into the defensive, tucking down and leaving him open for a short snap DDT. Serena lifts his face - driving her fist hard into the bridge of his nose. A headbutt brings a burst of blood from his face and a smile to hers. She lets his head drop and looks up to the ring posts. As she moves to get her hands on her own hot hope, the recovering Ace connects with a German suplex, the ball flipping free as her shoulders hit the mat.
Sting: Two balls down.
Foote: There’s a joke here, give me a minute.
As she gathers herself up, he hangs on pulling her over for one more. He gathers her up and rushes the corer, driving her back first into the post. One, two shoulders to the midsection, he hoists her up, hooking her head. As he starts to lift, she catches the pole with her foot, shoving him away. She turns and gets her hands on the ball, but Ace throws himself into the ropes, causing her to drop down, the fireball tumbling harmlessly away. As she picks herself up, Ace plants her down hard with a float-over DDT.
Sting: It looks like he’s going for the Galaxy Leap with the last ball…
Foote: Riot is up, but he can’t see cause of the fire - look out Ace!
As Ace comes down, Serena is able to catch him - preventing the rotation from completing - driving him headfirst into the ground before crumpling over the ball.
Sting: Psychosis on the fireball! Holy shit! Is Ace alive?!
As he struggles to push himself up, Serena rights herself, bouncing off the rope. Catching the back of his head with a foot, she drives him face first down onto the flaming ball, causing it the flame out. Serena covers him and the ref slides in for the count.
Sting: One…two…three!
DING! DING! DING!
As she rolls off of him, the ring is filled with staff and fire extinguishers, spraying the ring and checking on the two downed competitors.
Foote: Wow, what a match - I hope everyone is okay.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match SERENA RIOT!
CASANOVA: Fire. It’s a funny thing - but it never gets its laugh. It’s a simple thing - heat, spark, flame - but for mankind itself, it became the very basis for a civilization. Food became more than foraging and fighting for scraps. And fear? Fear became something that man would no longer just feel in the middle of the night. No - not any longer. It was something that he would now seek out, hunt, and slay. Fire - the great creator.
Each corner of the ring is lit, revealing a pole stretching out about five feet above each turnbuckle. At the end of each pole is a ball, wrapped in a cloth and drenched in some type of liquid.
CASANOVA: Fire - the great destroyer.
On queue, flames erupt around the ring - the balls erupting into flame. The arena begins to glow once more, revealing the two opponents, Serena Riot and Ace Sky. They look around, taking stock of the circumumstances they find themselves in before turning back towards the scarred man.
CASANOVA: The rules are simple.
He turns, stepping back towards the curtain before turning towards the ring, the smile exaggerated by his own wicked grin.
CASANOVA: Survive.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and Ace makes right for one of the fireballs, leaping up towards the rope. Serena - seeing this - storms over his way and goes to grab a boot only to be fed one instead. Ace looks up to the blazing ball, but decides to take flight instead. He is able to catch her in a meteora - leaving her gasping for air.
Sting: Ace keeping the eye on the prize.
With a scream of pain, he takes hold of the ball, turning to the rising Riot. He leaps, looking to land an overhead smash with the ball, only for it to sail away into the crowd as she pele kicks it away. Members of the staff rush to put out the fire as it erupts.
Foote: That may not have been wise.
A frenzy of fists forces him into the defensive, tucking down and leaving him open for a short snap DDT. Serena lifts his face - driving her fist hard into the bridge of his nose. A headbutt brings a burst of blood from his face and a smile to hers. She lets his head drop and looks up to the ring posts. As she moves to get her hands on her own hot hope, the recovering Ace connects with a German suplex, the ball flipping free as her shoulders hit the mat.
Sting: Two balls down.
Foote: There’s a joke here, give me a minute.
As she gathers herself up, he hangs on pulling her over for one more. He gathers her up and rushes the corer, driving her back first into the post. One, two shoulders to the midsection, he hoists her up, hooking her head. As he starts to lift, she catches the pole with her foot, shoving him away. She turns and gets her hands on the ball, but Ace throws himself into the ropes, causing her to drop down, the fireball tumbling harmlessly away. As she picks herself up, Ace plants her down hard with a float-over DDT.
Sting: It looks like he’s going for the Galaxy Leap with the last ball…
Foote: Riot is up, but he can’t see cause of the fire - look out Ace!
As Ace comes down, Serena is able to catch him - preventing the rotation from completing - driving him headfirst into the ground before crumpling over the ball.
Sting: Psychosis on the fireball! Holy shit! Is Ace alive?!
As he struggles to push himself up, Serena rights herself, bouncing off the rope. Catching the back of his head with a foot, she drives him face first down onto the flaming ball, causing it the flame out. Serena covers him and the ref slides in for the count.
Sting: One…two…three!
DING! DING! DING!
As she rolls off of him, the ring is filled with staff and fire extinguishers, spraying the ring and checking on the two downed competitors.
Foote: Wow, what a match - I hope everyone is okay.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match SERENA RIOT!
DING! DING! DING!
The referee calls for the bell and the match is underway. In the ring, both competitors start to circle one another, looking for an advantage. Adrienne moves in for a quick side kick, but Datura steps into the shot and sends her opponent to the mat tripping takeover. A scramble takes place as she goes to lock in a quick ankle lock and Beaufort is able to squirm away.
Sting: Both these competitors are skilled grapplers. It’s going to be hard to pick who walks away with this one.
Ducking a stiff clothesline, Beaufort brings her shoulder to bear against the surgically repaired knee of Datura, dropping her to the ground. The French Rose follows up, locking in a knee lock, only to receive two swift heels down on her exposed midsection, forcing the release. Datura makes her way to her feet, cautious on that leg, but is met with the rising Rose who continues to press the advantage with a series of strikes. Forced back into the corner, the expert shots start to slip past her defenses - a right cross stunning Datura.
Foote: She’s looking wobbly on her feet!
The Rose makes her way to the opposite corner, bouncing off the turnbuckle to keep some of her momentum before launching into a cartwheel followed by a clothesline.
Foote: Beaufort ducks out of the way!
Slipping free, Datura turns and takes a few shots of her own. A snap suplex and she sinks in an armbar, but Adrienne is able to pile her up and release the pressure. The two fight for position, the French Rose steps over and tries to go for a triangle choke, but the larger Datura lifts her opponent straight into the air before dropping her down in a sit down powerbomb. The referee shakes his head as she goes for the cover. A knee lock is rolled into a single leg crab, but a hand on the ropes gives Beaufort the break she needs. The match returns to their feet and they square off, Datura with a chop, Beaufort with a kick, chop, kick, chop, Datura tries to return with a kick of her own and it’s caught.
Sting: Dragon SCREW! She’s looking for the Withering Rose~
Datura rolls through the dragon screw, able to take the pressure from her own knee. Shocked, the Rose rises to her feet only to be caught with a quick kick. Datura sets her up for a reverse DDT, but instead lifts her into the air…
Stin: BELLADONNA! She’s got the arm yolked back!
Adrienne struggles, kicking her feet towards the rope, but the move is locked in.
Foote: She’s giving up!
As Adrienne submits, Datura releases the hold, rising to her feet, her hand lifting in the air in celebration.
DING!DING!DING!
Anderson:: The winner of this match by submission, DATURA!!
Foote: Great effort by both competitors out there, but this day belongs to Datura!
The referee calls for the bell and the match is underway. In the ring, both competitors start to circle one another, looking for an advantage. Adrienne moves in for a quick side kick, but Datura steps into the shot and sends her opponent to the mat tripping takeover. A scramble takes place as she goes to lock in a quick ankle lock and Beaufort is able to squirm away.
Sting: Both these competitors are skilled grapplers. It’s going to be hard to pick who walks away with this one.
Ducking a stiff clothesline, Beaufort brings her shoulder to bear against the surgically repaired knee of Datura, dropping her to the ground. The French Rose follows up, locking in a knee lock, only to receive two swift heels down on her exposed midsection, forcing the release. Datura makes her way to her feet, cautious on that leg, but is met with the rising Rose who continues to press the advantage with a series of strikes. Forced back into the corner, the expert shots start to slip past her defenses - a right cross stunning Datura.
Foote: She’s looking wobbly on her feet!
The Rose makes her way to the opposite corner, bouncing off the turnbuckle to keep some of her momentum before launching into a cartwheel followed by a clothesline.
Foote: Beaufort ducks out of the way!
Slipping free, Datura turns and takes a few shots of her own. A snap suplex and she sinks in an armbar, but Adrienne is able to pile her up and release the pressure. The two fight for position, the French Rose steps over and tries to go for a triangle choke, but the larger Datura lifts her opponent straight into the air before dropping her down in a sit down powerbomb. The referee shakes his head as she goes for the cover. A knee lock is rolled into a single leg crab, but a hand on the ropes gives Beaufort the break she needs. The match returns to their feet and they square off, Datura with a chop, Beaufort with a kick, chop, kick, chop, Datura tries to return with a kick of her own and it’s caught.
Sting: Dragon SCREW! She’s looking for the Withering Rose~
Datura rolls through the dragon screw, able to take the pressure from her own knee. Shocked, the Rose rises to her feet only to be caught with a quick kick. Datura sets her up for a reverse DDT, but instead lifts her into the air…
Stin: BELLADONNA! She’s got the arm yolked back!
Adrienne struggles, kicking her feet towards the rope, but the move is locked in.
Foote: She’s giving up!
As Adrienne submits, Datura releases the hold, rising to her feet, her hand lifting in the air in celebration.
DING!DING!DING!
Anderson:: The winner of this match by submission, DATURA!!
Foote: Great effort by both competitors out there, but this day belongs to Datura!
Familiar music plays as like ten dudes in BPW shirts pop with some “ooh”s and some “awh”s thrown in there. We’re shown a shot of the outside of a well groomed, suburban home. The camera hits a sharp zoom to focus in on the number on the front door while a flat toned voice cuts through the fading theme.
8241
?: Welcome to Primrose Lane.
Birds chirp while a laugh track stutters like a record skip.
?: Where one network falls, another must rise…and with that…the show must go on. For those just now joining us on our little journey, those beyond that door..can’t wait to meet you.
The laugh track continues, harmonizing with various other bites as if the soundboard was being smacked on drunkenly. The melody of the theme threads back through, slower and more distorted before a sharp cut.
PLEASE STANDBY
Here we go Allen Chaney the holder of the Highway to Robbery Case after winning the ladder match at Ladder Day Saints and has the right to cash it in for any title he wants in season two. He’s up against Romero who had one hell of a showing.
Foote: I think Chaney has his eye on the SNUFF Championship. The man is kind of a sick fuck… in fact… if he comes over here just clear off the table and get the fuck out of the way.
DING! DING! DING!
Just as the bell is ringing, Allen Chaney begins ringing a bell of his own, this one shaped like a human head as he catches the advancing Silas with a Thesz press, firing shot after shot into his head. The referee calls for them to break up, Allen stands, helps Silas up to sitting then catches him with a stomp before dropping down and firing off another series of rights.
Sting: I think he’s ready to be done.
Foote: Wouldn’t you be if you got to leave this country right after?
A pair of middle fingers meets the crowd and a recovering shot from Silas causes them to cheer briefly, but just as he gets momentum, a superkick levels him. A two count causes another series of blows to rain down, this time causing a confrontation between the referee and Chaney, allowing Silas to attempt to roll up the big man.
Sting: I think that just made him mad.
Foote: Where’s his comedic sense of humor?
Allan begins to lay down a series of elbows, directly based on the Grammy-Award Winning 1999 Hit ‘Smooth’ by Santana featuring Rob Thomas of Matchbox Twenty off the Multi-Platinum album Supernatural, driving his opponent down to his knees. The crowd roars with disapproval.
Foote: Silas is looking like seven inches from the midday sun as Chaney sets him up for…
Sting: HECKLER CONTROL!
One…two..three…
DING! DING! DING!
The referee starts to raise Allen’s hand, but he jerks it free, making a beeline towards the back.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match ALLEN CHANEY!
Foote: I think Chaney has his eye on the SNUFF Championship. The man is kind of a sick fuck… in fact… if he comes over here just clear off the table and get the fuck out of the way.
DING! DING! DING!
Just as the bell is ringing, Allen Chaney begins ringing a bell of his own, this one shaped like a human head as he catches the advancing Silas with a Thesz press, firing shot after shot into his head. The referee calls for them to break up, Allen stands, helps Silas up to sitting then catches him with a stomp before dropping down and firing off another series of rights.
Sting: I think he’s ready to be done.
Foote: Wouldn’t you be if you got to leave this country right after?
A pair of middle fingers meets the crowd and a recovering shot from Silas causes them to cheer briefly, but just as he gets momentum, a superkick levels him. A two count causes another series of blows to rain down, this time causing a confrontation between the referee and Chaney, allowing Silas to attempt to roll up the big man.
Sting: I think that just made him mad.
Foote: Where’s his comedic sense of humor?
Allan begins to lay down a series of elbows, directly based on the Grammy-Award Winning 1999 Hit ‘Smooth’ by Santana featuring Rob Thomas of Matchbox Twenty off the Multi-Platinum album Supernatural, driving his opponent down to his knees. The crowd roars with disapproval.
Foote: Silas is looking like seven inches from the midday sun as Chaney sets him up for…
Sting: HECKLER CONTROL!
One…two..three…
DING! DING! DING!
The referee starts to raise Allen’s hand, but he jerks it free, making a beeline towards the back.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match ALLEN CHANEY!
Weapons are all around, stop signs, a hunk of fucking asphalt, a box of mint Street FIghter video game toys… trash cans… barbedwire… tables… all the good shit daddy.
Foote: Weird ass build up to this one… Cogan got attacked by supposedly how own friends at Ladder Day Saints and ended up winning… it’s a story of redemption for them both.
Lissie Hope and Criag Cogan stare each other down as senior senior referee JJ Huffman gets ready to call the action right down the dog-gone midsection.
Sting: Well it’s a street fight now and I understand Cogan has been playing the Capcom games to get ready for this… let's see how that works out. I see no sign of Gram Gram at ringside… but eh, who knows if she pops up.
Foote: Lissie Hope just beat Casanova English at DPI – if she can string another win together she might just make her way back into the title picture – well one of them.
Sting: She didn’t make it out unscathed though, she now has a cigarette sized scar from English himself.
DING! DING! DING!
Cogan is tosses a huge Blanks action figure at Hope and she dodges running across the ring with a drop kick on the stupid bastard. Cogan scrambles to his feet and tackles Lisse down – he grabs a handful of leggo off the canvas and shoves it into Lissie’s mouth then slaps her cheeks a few times.. NOT THOSE ONES!
Foote: They just have a bunch of random shit scattered about out there…
Cogan starts hitting some vicious eye pokes on Lissie blinding her completely. He grabs a chair and waits for Lissie to get up. Craig swings wild and Lissie moves – the chair comes off the top rope and back into the head of Cogan. Cogan staggers around and Hope nails a closeline taking him over the top rope. The crowd is cheering for Hope as she taunts and goes to the apron with the chair in hand and jumps down cracking Cogan along the way.
Sting: Hope is not going to be made a fool of.
Just as Sting says that Cogan staggers over to what looks to be a large box, but when he rips the sheet off it reveals a Streetfigher II arcade machine. Cogan points in Lissies face challenge her to a match….
Cogan: YOU… DON’T… HAVE… THE…. GUTSSS!
Hope cracks her neck side to side – pulls a coin from her trunks…
Foote: Where was she keeping that? Fuck it! I’LL BUY IT! I’LL PAY FOR THAT COIN!
Foote is standing up holding out a hundred dollar bill – but Lissie and Cogan are getting ready to do battle. The big screen lights up with Street Fighter II. Cogan’s cheap ass picks Dhalsim and Hope takes Cammy. Cogan is getting an early advantage with the long ass arms of Dhalsim doing work slapping Cammy around the screen. She’s getting hit with combo after combo, getting bounced off the ground and uppercutted all to fuck – she’s almost dead when Hope puts the legs of Cammy to work hitting spinning kicks and just when Dhalsim is about to kill her… CCCCCCCOMMMMMBBBOOOOO BREAKKKKKERRRRRRR! Cammy gets in a six hit combo to end things. Cogan pulls on his hair and falls to his knees.
Sting: What a round of Street Fighter… hell of a comeback by Lissie Hope.
Cogan: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Hope kicks Cogan’s face, then rams his head right into the arcade machine. Hope hits a suplex on the outside… Cogan springs up.
Cogan: LITIGATION! MY NECK.. MY BACK… MY TUSHY AND MY CRACK ARE WRECKED! YOU ARE PAYING FOR A POWER SCOOTER!!!!
Hope shakes her head and then pulls a trash can over the head of Cogan. Lissie grabs a kendo stick and beats Cogan like a motherfucking drum. Hope dropkicks Cogan and he falls with the trashcan still on into the steps.
Foote: Come on COGAN! Do you know how much money I have on this one?
Sting: Cogan in the garbage… I feel like he’s already been there this week.
Speaking of a power scooter… Lissie is fucking clipped from behind by one… but no one has to wonder if it was Rikishi… Gram Gram to the rescue. She lifts Cogan up to his feet – actually lifts him into a Gorilla Press and throws him like a dart at Lissie. Cogan manages to somehow spear her into a cover.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: That would have been tragic for Lissie Hope’s career. It’s just on the rise once again.
Hope is up and she manages to battle back Cogan. Gram Gram comes for a fight and Lissie picks up and tosses the steps at her cleaning the grandmother's clock. Hope grabs a stop sign and nails Cogan with it a few times before hitting a backdrop on the rampway.
Foote: Cogan can take a lot of punishment – Hope is going to have to do worse than that.
Belly to belly once from Hope on Cogan – then two more times just fucking up Cogans ribs until they make it to the ring and Hope tosses Cogan inside under the ropes. Lissies follows Cogan in, but me mages to grab a bag of stand and throws a handful into the eyes of Lissie Hope and rolls her up.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Cogan can’t be underestimated – he’s unotharodx but he has a horseshoe up his ass considering the wins he has picked up in the company… including one a Ladder Day Saints against Hope herself.
Foote: Hope getting the sand out her eyes now.
Hope battles back with strike after strike then nails Cogan with a bicycle kick to the chest
then a roundhouse Kick to the head and finishing it off with a spinning back elbow. Hope picks Cogan up and drives him back down with a stiff DDT. Hope makes the cover.
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Sting: Gram Gram hauls Lissie out of the ring by the leg.
Gram Gram blasts Lissie with a walking cane, breaking it off over her head and slides her in the ring. Gram Gram grabs Cogan, put’s his head between her legs – gives the too sweet symbol and powerbombs Cogan down onto Lissie for the pin.
Sting: NOT LIKE THIS!!!!
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KICKOUT!!!
Foote: Hope with the shoulder up!
Gram Gram and Cogan look at eachother their jaws hanging open. Gram Gram helps Lissie up for Cogan can finish this. He swings and Lissie ducks – Cogan hits Gram Gram… and Gram Gram powerbombs the little bastard again.
Sting: Oh shit Gram Gram is unhinged!
Lissie dropkicks Gram from behind sending her between the ropes. She grabs Cogan and puts in the doubles hooks before leaping and driving him down face first into the canvas with a pedigree.
Foote: CROWN OF THORNS!
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match Lissie Hope!
Cogan rolls out of the ring to argue with Gram Gram as Garcia raises Lissie Hope's hand.
Foote: Gram Gram and Cogan are going to have words after this loss.
"You'll Miss Me When I'm Not Around" by Grimes plays through the arena. Lissie looks up the ramp and at the top of the ramp is Casanova English clapping his hands slowly.
Sting: Something tells me things aren’t over between Lissie Hope and English
Foote: Weird ass build up to this one… Cogan got attacked by supposedly how own friends at Ladder Day Saints and ended up winning… it’s a story of redemption for them both.
Lissie Hope and Criag Cogan stare each other down as senior senior referee JJ Huffman gets ready to call the action right down the dog-gone midsection.
Sting: Well it’s a street fight now and I understand Cogan has been playing the Capcom games to get ready for this… let's see how that works out. I see no sign of Gram Gram at ringside… but eh, who knows if she pops up.
Foote: Lissie Hope just beat Casanova English at DPI – if she can string another win together she might just make her way back into the title picture – well one of them.
Sting: She didn’t make it out unscathed though, she now has a cigarette sized scar from English himself.
DING! DING! DING!
Cogan is tosses a huge Blanks action figure at Hope and she dodges running across the ring with a drop kick on the stupid bastard. Cogan scrambles to his feet and tackles Lisse down – he grabs a handful of leggo off the canvas and shoves it into Lissie’s mouth then slaps her cheeks a few times.. NOT THOSE ONES!
Foote: They just have a bunch of random shit scattered about out there…
Cogan starts hitting some vicious eye pokes on Lissie blinding her completely. He grabs a chair and waits for Lissie to get up. Craig swings wild and Lissie moves – the chair comes off the top rope and back into the head of Cogan. Cogan staggers around and Hope nails a closeline taking him over the top rope. The crowd is cheering for Hope as she taunts and goes to the apron with the chair in hand and jumps down cracking Cogan along the way.
Sting: Hope is not going to be made a fool of.
Just as Sting says that Cogan staggers over to what looks to be a large box, but when he rips the sheet off it reveals a Streetfigher II arcade machine. Cogan points in Lissies face challenge her to a match….
Cogan: YOU… DON’T… HAVE… THE…. GUTSSS!
Hope cracks her neck side to side – pulls a coin from her trunks…
Foote: Where was she keeping that? Fuck it! I’LL BUY IT! I’LL PAY FOR THAT COIN!
Foote is standing up holding out a hundred dollar bill – but Lissie and Cogan are getting ready to do battle. The big screen lights up with Street Fighter II. Cogan’s cheap ass picks Dhalsim and Hope takes Cammy. Cogan is getting an early advantage with the long ass arms of Dhalsim doing work slapping Cammy around the screen. She’s getting hit with combo after combo, getting bounced off the ground and uppercutted all to fuck – she’s almost dead when Hope puts the legs of Cammy to work hitting spinning kicks and just when Dhalsim is about to kill her… CCCCCCCOMMMMMBBBOOOOO BREAKKKKKERRRRRRR! Cammy gets in a six hit combo to end things. Cogan pulls on his hair and falls to his knees.
Sting: What a round of Street Fighter… hell of a comeback by Lissie Hope.
Cogan: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Hope kicks Cogan’s face, then rams his head right into the arcade machine. Hope hits a suplex on the outside… Cogan springs up.
Cogan: LITIGATION! MY NECK.. MY BACK… MY TUSHY AND MY CRACK ARE WRECKED! YOU ARE PAYING FOR A POWER SCOOTER!!!!
Hope shakes her head and then pulls a trash can over the head of Cogan. Lissie grabs a kendo stick and beats Cogan like a motherfucking drum. Hope dropkicks Cogan and he falls with the trashcan still on into the steps.
Foote: Come on COGAN! Do you know how much money I have on this one?
Sting: Cogan in the garbage… I feel like he’s already been there this week.
Speaking of a power scooter… Lissie is fucking clipped from behind by one… but no one has to wonder if it was Rikishi… Gram Gram to the rescue. She lifts Cogan up to his feet – actually lifts him into a Gorilla Press and throws him like a dart at Lissie. Cogan manages to somehow spear her into a cover.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: That would have been tragic for Lissie Hope’s career. It’s just on the rise once again.
Hope is up and she manages to battle back Cogan. Gram Gram comes for a fight and Lissie picks up and tosses the steps at her cleaning the grandmother's clock. Hope grabs a stop sign and nails Cogan with it a few times before hitting a backdrop on the rampway.
Foote: Cogan can take a lot of punishment – Hope is going to have to do worse than that.
Belly to belly once from Hope on Cogan – then two more times just fucking up Cogans ribs until they make it to the ring and Hope tosses Cogan inside under the ropes. Lissies follows Cogan in, but me mages to grab a bag of stand and throws a handful into the eyes of Lissie Hope and rolls her up.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Cogan can’t be underestimated – he’s unotharodx but he has a horseshoe up his ass considering the wins he has picked up in the company… including one a Ladder Day Saints against Hope herself.
Foote: Hope getting the sand out her eyes now.
Hope battles back with strike after strike then nails Cogan with a bicycle kick to the chest
then a roundhouse Kick to the head and finishing it off with a spinning back elbow. Hope picks Cogan up and drives him back down with a stiff DDT. Hope makes the cover.
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Sting: Gram Gram hauls Lissie out of the ring by the leg.
Gram Gram blasts Lissie with a walking cane, breaking it off over her head and slides her in the ring. Gram Gram grabs Cogan, put’s his head between her legs – gives the too sweet symbol and powerbombs Cogan down onto Lissie for the pin.
Sting: NOT LIKE THIS!!!!
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KICKOUT!!!
Foote: Hope with the shoulder up!
Gram Gram and Cogan look at eachother their jaws hanging open. Gram Gram helps Lissie up for Cogan can finish this. He swings and Lissie ducks – Cogan hits Gram Gram… and Gram Gram powerbombs the little bastard again.
Sting: Oh shit Gram Gram is unhinged!
Lissie dropkicks Gram from behind sending her between the ropes. She grabs Cogan and puts in the doubles hooks before leaping and driving him down face first into the canvas with a pedigree.
Foote: CROWN OF THORNS!
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match Lissie Hope!
Cogan rolls out of the ring to argue with Gram Gram as Garcia raises Lissie Hope's hand.
Foote: Gram Gram and Cogan are going to have words after this loss.
"You'll Miss Me When I'm Not Around" by Grimes plays through the arena. Lissie looks up the ramp and at the top of the ramp is Casanova English clapping his hands slowly.
Sting: Something tells me things aren’t over between Lissie Hope and English
The AO Arena was the perfect destination to host the CU: LT's own, Bangers and Mash, where many championships will be defended tonight. However, for one specifically, the redemption story has been her main goal in her quest to become CU: LT NEW World Champion again. Serenity Holmes is walking through the hallways of the backstage area, currently dressed in her wrestling gear, followed by her accessories to complete the look. The camera broadcasts her strolls to the entrance section of the backstage area sporting the CU: LT Fight Championship belt around her waist.
Out of nowhere, Karl Childers appears on the broadcast with a microphone and a second cameraman getting closer to Serenity, who is caught off guard. Karl looks intuitive and excited, but Serenity responds to be annoyed at the abruption. She held the championship belt over her right shoulder and nodded for him to start the interview.
Childers: Serenity Holmes, you're about to defend the CU: LT FIGHT Championship for the first time in your multiple-current reigns. You've defeated Alice Gemini to earn this belt, and Casanova English restored it after your loss at Ladder Day Saints; how important for you is it to make that rematch once again?
Serenity held the strap of her championship belt tighter and twisted her black hat backward. Her eyes narrowed for a mere second until breaking out in a smile that had the audience in the venue cheering.
Holmes: Karl, I'm not going to lie to you. I came into CU: LT and beat that wicked bitch, Alice Gemini, to become FIGHT Champion then the title got discontinued. It was no longer active, and I became NEW World Champion only to fall from grace into nothing, but Casanova didn't see it that way; No, he saw me in a different light. He told me I was the future of CU: LT, so he gave me a second chance by renaming me the FIGHT CHampion again. Karl, I don't know what to say but know what to do. I know I have to defend this championship enough times, and I earn my rematch at Alice Gemini to become NEW World Champion again!
Karl nodded his head and went on to ask another question.
Childers: Well, you're about to defend your championship in a few minutes against Max Daemon. He's had a lot to say about you, so any final words for your opponent?
Holmes: Yeah-
Serenity grabs the microphone from Karl's hands and shoves him aside to get a full view of the camera as she walks down the hallway.
Holmes: Hey,, Max. I don't care what you say about me because it doesn't matter. It comes from you, the irrelevant human being who quits when pressure increases. I hope you're ready to give me everything you've got because I'm bringing the FIGHT to you!
She chucks the microphone over her shoulder and marches forward to her match.
Sting: Serenity is wanting to get back in the win column after her loss to Alice at Ladder Day Saints..
"Synthetic Sympathy" by Trash Boat immediately explodes from the arena's surrounding systems, sparking a positive reaction from the audience. The bass and repeated opening lyrics synchronize with the lights flashing around the venue's interior, leading to Serenity Holmes sprinting from the backstage area to center stage, where the fans of CULT greet her. She stands center stage, championship around her waist, before taking off her hat and throwing it into the fans for amusement until looking down the entrance path, where she takes off into a run for the mere moment of interactions on her fast-paced run to the ring.
Anderson: "Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 127 pounds. She is "22nd Century Girl" SHE IS the CULT FIGHT! Champion… Serenity Holmes!"
Serenity slides under the bottom rope before unloading onto her feet, where she quickly hops onto the middle turnbuckle of an unoccupied corner to greet the fans at ringside. She flips her hair and throws up a peace sign with her tongue hanging out while winking at the camera. Serenity hops down and lands on her feet before running around the ring to show love to every possible fan in the atmosphere before staying in her designated corner, waiting for the next moment to happen.
Foote: If she can defend that championship five times in a row she will get a shot at the New World Championship. Last month she had a hell of a match against Alice Gemini and came up just a hair shy of walking away with the top title.
"Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young Stings on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a smirk on his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts, giving them and the camera a quick middle finger.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring MAX DAEMON!
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron. He steps onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the middle rope and the left on the top. He throws down his hood, unzipping his jacket as the chorus fades away. He points to the hard camera, giving it a finger gun "shot".
Foote: If anyone is going to knock Holmes off it’s Max. This man had an impressive return to the company at Ladder Day Saints and all he has to do is build on that momentum.
Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He tosses it aside and looks across the ring to Holmes as referee Tom Garcia raises the FIGHT Championship up.
DING! DING! DING!
Serenity and Max square up in the center of the ring, locking up. Max uses his strength and size to push her back into the ropes, then sends her across where she rebounds back into a crossbody. A one-count and they make their way to their feet, but a hip toss from Holmes sees them on the mat. Picking up a one count of her own, a scissor lock leans the pin into Max direction and a knee from the champion sees them separate once again.
Sting: Listen to this crowd!
Back to their feet, the two pick up the pace, Serenity ducks a clothesline, going for a crossbody of her own. Max catches her, but an elbow allows her to get free. Measuring up one more time, Holmes goes for the rope but is followed by Max and a stiff clothesline that sees her to the floor. As she’s recovering, Max comes flying over the top catching her clean and the two sprawl into the barricade. Sliding her back in, he meets her the middle with a springboard splash that sees the two count.
Foote: Max f’n Daemon, relentless.
Another barrage of blows and Serenity is stagger into a tornado DDT, receiving a second two count. He hits her with the first knee, setting her up for another, but the champion pushes herself out of the way, narrowly avoiding disaster in the form of ‘Ebony and Ivory’. A dropkick pushes him back followed by a running knee to his chest. She follows him into the corner, looking for a corner splash, but he catches her, driving her down hard with an urange.
Sting: This one could be over…
Foote: One..two..thr-
Holmes kicks out and Daemon looks to the ref, questioning both his integrity and intelligence. Giving in to the results, Daemon turns his attention, and his fist back to Holmes, laying down a series of blows to her face. A knee to the face and he pulls her up again, going to the rope, layering in the second. Rather than go for the pin, Daemon lifts her up sending her into the ropes - Serenity ducks under the clothesline leaping up on the other end for a huracanrana. Max Daemon catches the leaping Holmes, looking for a pop-up powerbomb but she hangs on to the back of his neck. One punch, two punches and he releases his grip enough for her to spin around.
Foote: She’s got his back, turn around Mario!!
Sting: GHOSTED!!
As Daemon connects hard against the mat, an almost surprised Holmes turns and sees him down, almost diving towards him for the cover.
Sting: I think it’s over!
Foote: One - two - three!
Sting: Serenity retains! Serenity retains!
The referee lifts the young wrestler’s hand before handing over the belt which she lifts high above her head, much to the delight of the crowd.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL FIGHT CHAMPION…. SERENITY HOLMES!
Out of nowhere, Karl Childers appears on the broadcast with a microphone and a second cameraman getting closer to Serenity, who is caught off guard. Karl looks intuitive and excited, but Serenity responds to be annoyed at the abruption. She held the championship belt over her right shoulder and nodded for him to start the interview.
Childers: Serenity Holmes, you're about to defend the CU: LT FIGHT Championship for the first time in your multiple-current reigns. You've defeated Alice Gemini to earn this belt, and Casanova English restored it after your loss at Ladder Day Saints; how important for you is it to make that rematch once again?
Serenity held the strap of her championship belt tighter and twisted her black hat backward. Her eyes narrowed for a mere second until breaking out in a smile that had the audience in the venue cheering.
Holmes: Karl, I'm not going to lie to you. I came into CU: LT and beat that wicked bitch, Alice Gemini, to become FIGHT Champion then the title got discontinued. It was no longer active, and I became NEW World Champion only to fall from grace into nothing, but Casanova didn't see it that way; No, he saw me in a different light. He told me I was the future of CU: LT, so he gave me a second chance by renaming me the FIGHT CHampion again. Karl, I don't know what to say but know what to do. I know I have to defend this championship enough times, and I earn my rematch at Alice Gemini to become NEW World Champion again!
Karl nodded his head and went on to ask another question.
Childers: Well, you're about to defend your championship in a few minutes against Max Daemon. He's had a lot to say about you, so any final words for your opponent?
Holmes: Yeah-
Serenity grabs the microphone from Karl's hands and shoves him aside to get a full view of the camera as she walks down the hallway.
Holmes: Hey,, Max. I don't care what you say about me because it doesn't matter. It comes from you, the irrelevant human being who quits when pressure increases. I hope you're ready to give me everything you've got because I'm bringing the FIGHT to you!
She chucks the microphone over her shoulder and marches forward to her match.
Sting: Serenity is wanting to get back in the win column after her loss to Alice at Ladder Day Saints..
"Synthetic Sympathy" by Trash Boat immediately explodes from the arena's surrounding systems, sparking a positive reaction from the audience. The bass and repeated opening lyrics synchronize with the lights flashing around the venue's interior, leading to Serenity Holmes sprinting from the backstage area to center stage, where the fans of CULT greet her. She stands center stage, championship around her waist, before taking off her hat and throwing it into the fans for amusement until looking down the entrance path, where she takes off into a run for the mere moment of interactions on her fast-paced run to the ring.
Anderson: "Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 127 pounds. She is "22nd Century Girl" SHE IS the CULT FIGHT! Champion… Serenity Holmes!"
Serenity slides under the bottom rope before unloading onto her feet, where she quickly hops onto the middle turnbuckle of an unoccupied corner to greet the fans at ringside. She flips her hair and throws up a peace sign with her tongue hanging out while winking at the camera. Serenity hops down and lands on her feet before running around the ring to show love to every possible fan in the atmosphere before staying in her designated corner, waiting for the next moment to happen.
Foote: If she can defend that championship five times in a row she will get a shot at the New World Championship. Last month she had a hell of a match against Alice Gemini and came up just a hair shy of walking away with the top title.
"Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young Stings on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a smirk on his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts, giving them and the camera a quick middle finger.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring MAX DAEMON!
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron. He steps onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the middle rope and the left on the top. He throws down his hood, unzipping his jacket as the chorus fades away. He points to the hard camera, giving it a finger gun "shot".
Foote: If anyone is going to knock Holmes off it’s Max. This man had an impressive return to the company at Ladder Day Saints and all he has to do is build on that momentum.
Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He tosses it aside and looks across the ring to Holmes as referee Tom Garcia raises the FIGHT Championship up.
DING! DING! DING!
Serenity and Max square up in the center of the ring, locking up. Max uses his strength and size to push her back into the ropes, then sends her across where she rebounds back into a crossbody. A one-count and they make their way to their feet, but a hip toss from Holmes sees them on the mat. Picking up a one count of her own, a scissor lock leans the pin into Max direction and a knee from the champion sees them separate once again.
Sting: Listen to this crowd!
Back to their feet, the two pick up the pace, Serenity ducks a clothesline, going for a crossbody of her own. Max catches her, but an elbow allows her to get free. Measuring up one more time, Holmes goes for the rope but is followed by Max and a stiff clothesline that sees her to the floor. As she’s recovering, Max comes flying over the top catching her clean and the two sprawl into the barricade. Sliding her back in, he meets her the middle with a springboard splash that sees the two count.
Foote: Max f’n Daemon, relentless.
Another barrage of blows and Serenity is stagger into a tornado DDT, receiving a second two count. He hits her with the first knee, setting her up for another, but the champion pushes herself out of the way, narrowly avoiding disaster in the form of ‘Ebony and Ivory’. A dropkick pushes him back followed by a running knee to his chest. She follows him into the corner, looking for a corner splash, but he catches her, driving her down hard with an urange.
Sting: This one could be over…
Foote: One..two..thr-
Holmes kicks out and Daemon looks to the ref, questioning both his integrity and intelligence. Giving in to the results, Daemon turns his attention, and his fist back to Holmes, laying down a series of blows to her face. A knee to the face and he pulls her up again, going to the rope, layering in the second. Rather than go for the pin, Daemon lifts her up sending her into the ropes - Serenity ducks under the clothesline leaping up on the other end for a huracanrana. Max Daemon catches the leaping Holmes, looking for a pop-up powerbomb but she hangs on to the back of his neck. One punch, two punches and he releases his grip enough for her to spin around.
Foote: She’s got his back, turn around Mario!!
Sting: GHOSTED!!
As Daemon connects hard against the mat, an almost surprised Holmes turns and sees him down, almost diving towards him for the cover.
Sting: I think it’s over!
Foote: One - two - three!
Sting: Serenity retains! Serenity retains!
The referee lifts the young wrestler’s hand before handing over the belt which she lifts high above her head, much to the delight of the crowd.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL FIGHT CHAMPION…. SERENITY HOLMES!
Holmes is clutching her FIGHT Championship when Anderson slides into the ring holding a velvet bag. He holds Serenity’s hand up, the ol’ perv happy to be touching some 18-year-old skin. Anderson has a mic in hand.
Anderson: Congrats on your win Serenity! This whole crowd is so proud of you. Now you have been put through the ringer, this title going on hiatus while you battle for the New World Championship. Well, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.
Anderson pauses for a moment and Holmes clutches the title close.
Anderson: The bad news is – we will be retiring the FIGHT Championship.
The crowd boos as Serenity shakes her head thinking she just can’t get a break for all the hard work she puts in.
Anderson: THE GOOD NEWS IS… CULT WILL HAVE BRAND NEW MONTHLY SHOW AND A BRAND NEW CHAMPIONSHIP!
Holmes smiles as Anderson takes a brand new championship out of the velvet bag.
Anderson: This is the CULT TV Championship… the title will have the same rules as the FIGHT Championship did and your one win will be carried over. CULT TV will lead us into each and every PPV and serves as the flagship show to get buys for our major streaming events. She show is destined to bring absolute bangers and this championship will be defended each and every CULT TV episode. I can’t think of a better person to help promote and up the buy rate of CULT shows than you Serenity Holmes.
Anderson passes over the CULT TV Championship to Holmes who holds up both the CULT TV and FIGHT Championships as the scene fades to the next segment
Anderson: Congrats on your win Serenity! This whole crowd is so proud of you. Now you have been put through the ringer, this title going on hiatus while you battle for the New World Championship. Well, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.
Anderson pauses for a moment and Holmes clutches the title close.
Anderson: The bad news is – we will be retiring the FIGHT Championship.
The crowd boos as Serenity shakes her head thinking she just can’t get a break for all the hard work she puts in.
Anderson: THE GOOD NEWS IS… CULT WILL HAVE BRAND NEW MONTHLY SHOW AND A BRAND NEW CHAMPIONSHIP!
Holmes smiles as Anderson takes a brand new championship out of the velvet bag.
Anderson: This is the CULT TV Championship… the title will have the same rules as the FIGHT Championship did and your one win will be carried over. CULT TV will lead us into each and every PPV and serves as the flagship show to get buys for our major streaming events. She show is destined to bring absolute bangers and this championship will be defended each and every CULT TV episode. I can’t think of a better person to help promote and up the buy rate of CULT shows than you Serenity Holmes.
Anderson passes over the CULT TV Championship to Holmes who holds up both the CULT TV and FIGHT Championships as the scene fades to the next segment
The cameras open to Casanova English, sitting alone in his control room, and smoking a cigarette as he watches the show unfold before him. His attention is only diverted when the door opens audibly behind him, and he turns with a sneer to greet his intruder.
It’s the same woman who was with Jonathan Bacchus last month, when he met English at a bar in Quebec. She wears all black — a turtleneck sweater with a blazer over it, paired with tactical pants bloused into her boots. Her expression is stoic, and her gaze is concealed by a pair of sunglasses.
▇▇▇▇▇: Apologies that Jonathan couldn’t appear himself, but he’s preparing for his fight tonight.
English swiveled in his chair, his eyes going from the woman’s face down to the two objects she clutched in her right hand. The mask was unmistakable — it was the horse mask of the Board member. The woman threw the mask on the desk before him, as well as the morning’s copy of The Sun. The headline was scandalous:
“American Real Estate Mogul Found Dead in Savoy Hotel”
English picked up the paper as the woman watched silently on. He took a drag from his cigarette as his eyes scanned the article.
English: “Drug-induced psychotic episode that lead to suicide,” eh? Not bad.
He plucked the cigarette from his lips and put the lit end to the picture of Leonard Douglas. As it burned away, he gave a quiet laugh, then tossed the paper in the trash.
▇▇▇▇▇: Do you require anything else from us?
English: Not right now. I’ll let your pal know when I decide the next one of those cocksuckers I want.
The woman nodded and turned for the door.
English: One last thing.
She stopped and looked back. English’s eyes narrowed, the sneer returning to his face once more.
English: Who the hell are you anyway?
The woman stared from behind her sunglasses. Her expression was still emotionless.
▇▇▇▇▇: You can call me Grace Leary.
It’s the same woman who was with Jonathan Bacchus last month, when he met English at a bar in Quebec. She wears all black — a turtleneck sweater with a blazer over it, paired with tactical pants bloused into her boots. Her expression is stoic, and her gaze is concealed by a pair of sunglasses.
▇▇▇▇▇: Apologies that Jonathan couldn’t appear himself, but he’s preparing for his fight tonight.
English swiveled in his chair, his eyes going from the woman’s face down to the two objects she clutched in her right hand. The mask was unmistakable — it was the horse mask of the Board member. The woman threw the mask on the desk before him, as well as the morning’s copy of The Sun. The headline was scandalous:
“American Real Estate Mogul Found Dead in Savoy Hotel”
English picked up the paper as the woman watched silently on. He took a drag from his cigarette as his eyes scanned the article.
English: “Drug-induced psychotic episode that lead to suicide,” eh? Not bad.
He plucked the cigarette from his lips and put the lit end to the picture of Leonard Douglas. As it burned away, he gave a quiet laugh, then tossed the paper in the trash.
▇▇▇▇▇: Do you require anything else from us?
English: Not right now. I’ll let your pal know when I decide the next one of those cocksuckers I want.
The woman nodded and turned for the door.
English: One last thing.
She stopped and looked back. English’s eyes narrowed, the sneer returning to his face once more.
English: Who the hell are you anyway?
The woman stared from behind her sunglasses. Her expression was still emotionless.
▇▇▇▇▇: You can call me Grace Leary.
Backstage, the Classic champion JJ Slayer walks through the halls, the championship belt around his waist as he is dressed for his upcoming match. He comes across a stage hand, who he pulls aside and speaks quietly towards. The man points to a nearby door. Slayer nods, then approaches the door, knocking on it and waiting for an answer.
For several long moments, there is no answer. But after the minute hand travels across the clock face, footsteps emerge. The handle jiggles erratically before the door cracks. There, still in her ring gear, stands Datura, peering out into the hallway. Her face is expressionless, aside from her quirked eyebrow. After a few more ticks of the clock, she swings the door open and nods.
“Come in, Mister Slayer.”
The imposing title holder gives a nod, stepping into the locker room and walking far enough inside to give Datura plenty of space before turning to face her. His own expression is even as he glances her way, his posture a prepared one, although more on the side of being alert than threatening. Considering what happened at Ladder Day Saints, a bit of caution makes sense.
“Good evening to you, Miss Datura. I wanted to stop by and personally welcome you officially to the Cult. Not too many people would both confront a man like Casanova English in the way you did, accept the consequences of it, and then turn around and sign up for more. It’s quite admirable.” After speaking, Slayer holds out a hand towards her.
“Elizabeth, please. I am not many people.” Without hesitation, she extends her hand and clasps Slayer’s, giving it a firm grasp and shake. “So, what can I do for you, Classic Champion?” A mischievous smile appears as she says these final two words.
JJ returns the shake, a smile forming on his face about the lack of apprehension in accepting the offered hand.
“I think I’d prefer Jake to that, and if you have a moment, I’d like to talk business. Alone.” Slayer turns his attention towards the offending party, moving towards the camera. Without much of a choice, the camera backs up until it is out of the room, with Slayer closing the door.
For several long moments, there is no answer. But after the minute hand travels across the clock face, footsteps emerge. The handle jiggles erratically before the door cracks. There, still in her ring gear, stands Datura, peering out into the hallway. Her face is expressionless, aside from her quirked eyebrow. After a few more ticks of the clock, she swings the door open and nods.
“Come in, Mister Slayer.”
The imposing title holder gives a nod, stepping into the locker room and walking far enough inside to give Datura plenty of space before turning to face her. His own expression is even as he glances her way, his posture a prepared one, although more on the side of being alert than threatening. Considering what happened at Ladder Day Saints, a bit of caution makes sense.
“Good evening to you, Miss Datura. I wanted to stop by and personally welcome you officially to the Cult. Not too many people would both confront a man like Casanova English in the way you did, accept the consequences of it, and then turn around and sign up for more. It’s quite admirable.” After speaking, Slayer holds out a hand towards her.
“Elizabeth, please. I am not many people.” Without hesitation, she extends her hand and clasps Slayer’s, giving it a firm grasp and shake. “So, what can I do for you, Classic Champion?” A mischievous smile appears as she says these final two words.
JJ returns the shake, a smile forming on his face about the lack of apprehension in accepting the offered hand.
“I think I’d prefer Jake to that, and if you have a moment, I’d like to talk business. Alone.” Slayer turns his attention towards the offending party, moving towards the camera. Without much of a choice, the camera backs up until it is out of the room, with Slayer closing the door.
Broken pieces of glass are piles on the canvas. Veronica crushes her feet into the glass as Vebbins tip toes trying to avoid the shards.
Foote: Let’s see what CULT wrestler will crash through the glass ceiling.
Panes of glass are leaned against each turnbuckle… on two sides of the ring panes are jammed into the ropes.
Sting: This is going to be a bloody one. We saw the ring covered in tacks once, now we see the canvas covered in glass. The winner of this one puts themselves in line for the SNUFF Championship. A title Strader almost captured at Ladder Day Saints!
DING! DING! DING!
Strader and Vebbins lock up – Strader shows Vebbins off and she goes plam first down into the mat spiking her hands with pieces of glass. Vebbins holds her hands up looking at them in shock… then slaps Strader across the face with a glass laced slap – slicing Strader’s cheek wide open.
Sting: This is getting gruesome already.
Stader retalates with a few forearms, but Vebbins thinking quick fills her psalm with glass and throws it at Strader who covers her eyes as she falls down into the shards slicing herself all to fuck.
Foote: Vebbins doesn’t seem to be too comfortable out there… it seems she doesn't really enjoy what she is doing.
Elbow smash from Vebbins and a snap suplex into the shards, both her and Strader getting more and more sliced up with each big move. Vebbins makes the cover, but Strader kicks out at quick two. Vebbins pulls Strader up – but Strader makes her regret it by getting just yeeted head first into a pane of glass against the ropes.
Sting: Vebbins head just popping that piece of glass cutting her forehead wide open.
Strader takes Vebbins out of the corner and hits a Ukrainian leg sweep. Strader pulls Vebbins up and drives her already bloody skull down into the shards of glass. Strader gives Vebbins no time to recover as she nails a Northern Lights suplex sending Vebbins upside down through the glass pane in the corner.
Foote: Strader pulling Vebbins through the glass to make the cover – it looks like a fucking murder scene.
The thick gloved hand of referee Garcia makes the count.
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2
3
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: Vebbins didn’t come to get glass in her ass to walk home with a loss.
Vebbins fights back with elbows and forearms, she’s wiping blood out of her eyes. She its an open palm strike with those still glass laces hands, a knee strike from Vebbins. A hip toss from Vebbins, Strader stretches and flexes her back in shock then spring up into a scoop slam – she gets up once more and eats a German suplex into the shards in the middle of the ring – landing on the back of her head and cutting it open – a piece of scalp hangs slightly.
Foote: Casanova English is a sick fuck putting these two women in this match. I don’t think either of them want to kill each other but they damn well might.
Vebbins grabs Strader and hits a crucifix DDT. Vebbins makes the cover.
1
2
3
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: Back and forth this one goes! I’m surprised at just how bad Vebbins wants this one.
Strader kicks it up a notch with a three punch combo then a superkick. Vebbins runs at Strader and stops her with some kicks and snapmares Vebbins into the corner through a pane of glass. Strader puts a part of the pane over Vebbins face and stomps down onto it, smashing it and shoving it into Vebbins bloody skull.
Foote: Strader pulls Vebbins back up to her feet.
Strader hits an exploder suplex through another corner pane of glass with such impact bits spit out of the ring into the crowd.
Sting: We’re now going into Strader-Style!
Strader up to the top rope she comes off with a moonsault with plenty of hard time landing across the chest of Vebbins perfectly right into a pinfall.
Foote: This has to be it!
1
2
3
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: The crowd popping for Vebbins now in this bloody bloody brawl.
It doesn’t seem like Strader wants to have to do it but Vebbins keeps on fighting. Strader pulls Vebbins up, them both slipping and falling to to the mat once because of the slick blood. Strader has Vebbins up, crosses an arm over her chest and leans her back then spins her down face first to the glass covered canvas with a Sister Abigail!
Foote: BLACKENED!
1
2
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH VERONICA STRADER!
Strader looks down, she thinks about helping Vebbins up. But she slowly walks away and up the ramp to her theme.
Foote: Hell of a brutal match, but Strader has sent a message…
Sting: She is coming for the SNUFF Championship.
Foote: Let’s see what CULT wrestler will crash through the glass ceiling.
Panes of glass are leaned against each turnbuckle… on two sides of the ring panes are jammed into the ropes.
Sting: This is going to be a bloody one. We saw the ring covered in tacks once, now we see the canvas covered in glass. The winner of this one puts themselves in line for the SNUFF Championship. A title Strader almost captured at Ladder Day Saints!
DING! DING! DING!
Strader and Vebbins lock up – Strader shows Vebbins off and she goes plam first down into the mat spiking her hands with pieces of glass. Vebbins holds her hands up looking at them in shock… then slaps Strader across the face with a glass laced slap – slicing Strader’s cheek wide open.
Sting: This is getting gruesome already.
Stader retalates with a few forearms, but Vebbins thinking quick fills her psalm with glass and throws it at Strader who covers her eyes as she falls down into the shards slicing herself all to fuck.
Foote: Vebbins doesn’t seem to be too comfortable out there… it seems she doesn't really enjoy what she is doing.
Elbow smash from Vebbins and a snap suplex into the shards, both her and Strader getting more and more sliced up with each big move. Vebbins makes the cover, but Strader kicks out at quick two. Vebbins pulls Strader up – but Strader makes her regret it by getting just yeeted head first into a pane of glass against the ropes.
Sting: Vebbins head just popping that piece of glass cutting her forehead wide open.
Strader takes Vebbins out of the corner and hits a Ukrainian leg sweep. Strader pulls Vebbins up and drives her already bloody skull down into the shards of glass. Strader gives Vebbins no time to recover as she nails a Northern Lights suplex sending Vebbins upside down through the glass pane in the corner.
Foote: Strader pulling Vebbins through the glass to make the cover – it looks like a fucking murder scene.
The thick gloved hand of referee Garcia makes the count.
1
2
3
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: Vebbins didn’t come to get glass in her ass to walk home with a loss.
Vebbins fights back with elbows and forearms, she’s wiping blood out of her eyes. She its an open palm strike with those still glass laces hands, a knee strike from Vebbins. A hip toss from Vebbins, Strader stretches and flexes her back in shock then spring up into a scoop slam – she gets up once more and eats a German suplex into the shards in the middle of the ring – landing on the back of her head and cutting it open – a piece of scalp hangs slightly.
Foote: Casanova English is a sick fuck putting these two women in this match. I don’t think either of them want to kill each other but they damn well might.
Vebbins grabs Strader and hits a crucifix DDT. Vebbins makes the cover.
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2
3
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: Back and forth this one goes! I’m surprised at just how bad Vebbins wants this one.
Strader kicks it up a notch with a three punch combo then a superkick. Vebbins runs at Strader and stops her with some kicks and snapmares Vebbins into the corner through a pane of glass. Strader puts a part of the pane over Vebbins face and stomps down onto it, smashing it and shoving it into Vebbins bloody skull.
Foote: Strader pulls Vebbins back up to her feet.
Strader hits an exploder suplex through another corner pane of glass with such impact bits spit out of the ring into the crowd.
Sting: We’re now going into Strader-Style!
Strader up to the top rope she comes off with a moonsault with plenty of hard time landing across the chest of Vebbins perfectly right into a pinfall.
Foote: This has to be it!
1
2
3
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: The crowd popping for Vebbins now in this bloody bloody brawl.
It doesn’t seem like Strader wants to have to do it but Vebbins keeps on fighting. Strader pulls Vebbins up, them both slipping and falling to to the mat once because of the slick blood. Strader has Vebbins up, crosses an arm over her chest and leans her back then spins her down face first to the glass covered canvas with a Sister Abigail!
Foote: BLACKENED!
1
2
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH VERONICA STRADER!
Strader looks down, she thinks about helping Vebbins up. But she slowly walks away and up the ramp to her theme.
Foote: Hell of a brutal match, but Strader has sent a message…
Sting: She is coming for the SNUFF Championship.
As Five Finger Death Punch’s “This Is My War” starts to play, the fans perk up and turn to the entrance ramp. A person in a black hoodie and pants walks out to the confusion of the fans.
Foote: That’s Eavan Maloney’s music but…
Sting: Is it even her? Last we heard, she was out for shoulder surgery and her social media got taken over or something.
The hooded person walks to the announce table and motions for a microphone before sliding in the ring. Once in the ring, the hooded person removed their hoodie to reveal a white-haired woman in a Harley Quinn-inspired outfit of red and black, her face made up like her makeup is bleeding from her face. As she looks around at the crowd, some seem to recognize the woman but most are stunned but appreciative of who’s entered the ring. After a few catcalls which make the woman smile, she motions her hand to have everyone sit.
Woman: Good evening London. I apologize for misleading you a couple of minutes ago with the music, but truth be told, I… we’ve been misleading this industry for quite a few years now. My name is Bellatrix Kash and I think now is as good a time as ever to come clean. See…
As Bellatrix is talking, another hooded person is walking through the crowd and hops the barricade. Security go to attack the person and stop quickly as they see the person under the hood. The second hooded person steps in the ring and looks at Bellatrix, bending her neck one way and then the other, looking Bellatrix up and down. The hooded person extends their hand for the microphone and Bella, cautiously, goes to hand it to them when the second person flips the hood back to reveal an identical twin! The crowd is shocked yet applauds, before the second person takes off their hoodie completely, revealing an identical outfit. Bella smiles and hands the microphone over.
Woman #2: LONDON! Man, it’s good to hear ya. Poor Casanova’s in the back wondering what the hell’s going on, so Imma tell ya. You’re definitely seeing double, and my shoulder is right as rain. For those of you who don’t know me, I’ve been using the Maloney name for a long long time, but my name is Eavan Kash! And if ya haven’t figured it out yet, there be two of us in this ring. See, all those deathmatches, thumbtack matches, scaffold matches, they take a toll on ya. So when I go down with injury, Bella here steps up and nobody’s been the wiser. Sometimes, we’ve even had to use Shieldmaiden prospects to pretend to be me. Like how I said Lissie Hope inspired me and suddenly I was all buff and shit. Complete lie, complete lie. I was sitting home in Jersey letting the tats heal and my shoulder to be back to one hundred percent before we dropped the bomb on this town and this company.
The fans start to turn on the Kash Sisters, and Eavan smiles. Bella is clapping for her sister as Eavan continues.
Eavan: So, with the cat out of the bag, where do we go from here? I mean, JJ Slater and… um, I?… have some unfinished business but really, B and I are ALREADY classics and there’s a lot of hungry people tonight going for that very belt. OR, Bella and I can do something no member of the Kash Clan has done in over twenty years, and that is to become tag team champions. I kinda like the name of those straps here in CU:LT. The Double Homicide champions. Seems fitting for us, yeah?
Bella nods and jumps up and down in excitement.
Eavan: So Three Ring Barney? There's a new circus in town. The Boomstick Twins!
Eavan tosses the microphone behind her and the sisters hug before leaving the ring.
Foote: That’s Eavan Maloney’s music but…
Sting: Is it even her? Last we heard, she was out for shoulder surgery and her social media got taken over or something.
The hooded person walks to the announce table and motions for a microphone before sliding in the ring. Once in the ring, the hooded person removed their hoodie to reveal a white-haired woman in a Harley Quinn-inspired outfit of red and black, her face made up like her makeup is bleeding from her face. As she looks around at the crowd, some seem to recognize the woman but most are stunned but appreciative of who’s entered the ring. After a few catcalls which make the woman smile, she motions her hand to have everyone sit.
Woman: Good evening London. I apologize for misleading you a couple of minutes ago with the music, but truth be told, I… we’ve been misleading this industry for quite a few years now. My name is Bellatrix Kash and I think now is as good a time as ever to come clean. See…
As Bellatrix is talking, another hooded person is walking through the crowd and hops the barricade. Security go to attack the person and stop quickly as they see the person under the hood. The second hooded person steps in the ring and looks at Bellatrix, bending her neck one way and then the other, looking Bellatrix up and down. The hooded person extends their hand for the microphone and Bella, cautiously, goes to hand it to them when the second person flips the hood back to reveal an identical twin! The crowd is shocked yet applauds, before the second person takes off their hoodie completely, revealing an identical outfit. Bella smiles and hands the microphone over.
Woman #2: LONDON! Man, it’s good to hear ya. Poor Casanova’s in the back wondering what the hell’s going on, so Imma tell ya. You’re definitely seeing double, and my shoulder is right as rain. For those of you who don’t know me, I’ve been using the Maloney name for a long long time, but my name is Eavan Kash! And if ya haven’t figured it out yet, there be two of us in this ring. See, all those deathmatches, thumbtack matches, scaffold matches, they take a toll on ya. So when I go down with injury, Bella here steps up and nobody’s been the wiser. Sometimes, we’ve even had to use Shieldmaiden prospects to pretend to be me. Like how I said Lissie Hope inspired me and suddenly I was all buff and shit. Complete lie, complete lie. I was sitting home in Jersey letting the tats heal and my shoulder to be back to one hundred percent before we dropped the bomb on this town and this company.
The fans start to turn on the Kash Sisters, and Eavan smiles. Bella is clapping for her sister as Eavan continues.
Eavan: So, with the cat out of the bag, where do we go from here? I mean, JJ Slater and… um, I?… have some unfinished business but really, B and I are ALREADY classics and there’s a lot of hungry people tonight going for that very belt. OR, Bella and I can do something no member of the Kash Clan has done in over twenty years, and that is to become tag team champions. I kinda like the name of those straps here in CU:LT. The Double Homicide champions. Seems fitting for us, yeah?
Bella nods and jumps up and down in excitement.
Eavan: So Three Ring Barney? There's a new circus in town. The Boomstick Twins!
Eavan tosses the microphone behind her and the sisters hug before leaving the ring.
Foote: Huge match up next, this one might just be the match of the night.
JJ Huffman is holding the CULT Classic Championship up over his head as JJ Slayer, Johnny Bacchus and Emily Regal pick a side of the ring to start off on.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Here we go, let’s see who the best classic style wrestler in the company is.
The three lock up in the middle of the ring, JJ pushing the two smaller opponents around until Bacchus kicks him in the gut. Emily lays a few chops into Bacchus backing him up until JJ nails her with a shoulder thrust. Bacchus with some forearms to Slayer. He tries to whip Slayer to the corner, but Slayer reverses tossing Johnny instead – but he turns in time to catch Slayer’s head and drive it to the mat with a tornado DDT.
Foote: Bacchus has done some questionable things to get this title shot… he’s not going to let this opportunity pass him by.
Bacchus is now face to face with Emily, she takes him down with a drop toe hold and locks in a kneebar. Bacchus manages to squirm out and use the ropes to pull himself up to his feet quickly. Regal with a running knee strike to the side of the head and makes the cover for a quick one count. Regal locks in an arm bar on the still downed Bacchus, but it doesn’t last long as the large leg of JJ Slayer lands across Regal’s throat.
Foote: That’s one way to break it up. The champion is now pulling Regal to her feet.
Slayer tosses Regal to the ropes and as she comes up he tosses her up into the air for a pop-up powerbomb, but she hits a hurricanrana and flips all the way through to a single leg crap much to the delight of the London crowd. She’s bending her larger opponent's leg back in an awkward direction putting all her weight into it. Huffman is checking for a tap out, but Slayer gets his hands on the bottom rope. Huffman makes Regal break the hold… When she turns around he is driven to the canvas with a spinebuster from Johnny Bacchus.
Sting: Regal really holding her own here tonight. She learned a lot watching Slayer’s last match so closely.
Bacchus is stomping on the champion then Emily nails him with a superkick, he bounces belly first off the ropes and Regal uses the momentum to flip him over with a high angle German suplex – bridging for the pin – Huffman only gets to two before Slayer drives a boot down into Emily’s gut breaking the fall up.
Foote: Slayer is going to have to keep his head on a swivel here. Bacchus and Emily are going for some flash pin finishes – some quick submissions.
Slayer with scoop slam on Regal. Bacchus is up and Slayer swings him to the ropes and this time gets all of aq pop-up powerbomb. Regal comes running and it thrown into the air too – Slayer takes her down with a Death Valley Drive right on top of Bacchus and makes the pin.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: The camp isn’t going to let the title slip from his grasp that easy. If his opponents are going for the quick pinfall – well three can play at that game.
Regal clips in a rear naked choke as Slayer stocked Bacchus' fallen body. Slayer is walking around the ring trying to shake her off – then Bacchus hits her with a backstabber taking both her and Slayer down.
Sting: What a match! Bacchus really wants that Classic Championship – hell – he has sold his soul for it!
Bacchus with a swinging neckbreaker on the CULT Classic Champion. He drops a knee on Slayer’s forehead. He sees Emily getting up and Bacchus drives her head down with a running bulldog. Slayer is back up but Johnny hits him with awesome stiff rights and lefts Slayer swings and Bacchus counters with a flapjack right into the turnbuckle pad – he hits a running knee and Slayer drops to the corner in a seated position. Bacchus to the other turnbuckle… he flies off with a drop kick… coast to coast.
Foote: THE GREAT LEAP MOTHERFUCKIN’ FORWARD!
Bacchus drags Slayer out of the corner and hooks the leg… Huffman with the count…
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Sting: BROKEN UP BY REGAL!
She locks a half nelson choke onto Bacchus, but he grabs her by the back of the head and flips her over him – to his surprise the sneaky grappler hits him with a stunner on the way down. Bacchus is flailing and Regal nails a guillotine leg drop. Regal wraps her arms around Bacchus on the ground and starts delivering some knees softening up the body before locking in another half nelson choke.
Foot:; She’s going to put Bacchus to sleep right here.
Bacchus manages to loosen the hold and reach for the ropes but Regal transitions into a crossface.
Sting: She’s locked in Scarlet Explosion!
Bacchus looking like he’s on the verge of tapping out – Slayer grabs Emily and pretty much tosses her onto her feet – she swings wild and Slayer grabs the wrist – twists her up then unravels her right into a ripchord lariat.
Sting: The champion is taking no prisoner here, its death on site.
Slayer then drops and elbow across the back of Bacchus and locks in a camel clutch – it doesn’t last long as Bacchus finds the ropes with his toes. Regal is beating on Slayer’s back and he turns to face her – she nails a dropkick to the knee dropping JJ to his – then a running knee to the head. Bacchus is up and he’s negotiating with Emily – something he is clearly good at. They both lay stomps on Slayer.
Foote; They’ve formed an alliance against the champion – what a great plan from Bacchus.
Bacchus and Regal have Slayer set up for a double suplex – but when they torque back – Slayer puts the breaks on – he grunts and reverses putting both his opponents up in the air at the same time stalling for a few seconds before dropping them in simultaneously with a suplex.
Sting: The strength of the champion on showcase tonight.
Emily rolls out of the ring – Slayer shifts his focus to Bacchus.
Gutwrech suplex from Slayer on Bacchus. Johnny gets to his feet and staggers into Slayer yelling at him before he smacks him right across the mouth. Slayer responds with a head kick then reverse scoop powerslam – Bacchus’ face bounces off the canvas.
Foote: PATH OF DESTRUCTION HAS BEEN PAVED!
Slayer now with a pumphandle into a one-armed power bomb on Bacchus – he nails the canvas and Slayer makes the cover hooking both legs.
Sting: THE VIOLENT END MIGHT BE HERE!
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Foote: SHOTGUN DROPKICK TO THE SIDE OF SLAYER’S HEAD!!!
Sting: Regal breaks it up with a COUP DE BURST!
Slayer rolls out of the ring and Regal tries her luck with a pin on the still down Bacchus.
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Foote: She thought she had Slayer doing the dirty work on this one.
Emily locks in a triangle choke now on Bacchus – she’s squeezing the life out of him until he lifts her off the mat and slams her down. The hold breaks and both falls backward before slowly standing up and facing one another.
THIS IS WRESTLING! Chants ring through the arena.
Bacchus with a closeline, Regal counters with an flying arm bar. Bacchus rolls over and mounts Regal delivering shots before she gets her legs up around his neck with another triangle choke. Bacchus manages to slip out and get to his feet – but Regal picks the ankle and locks in an ankle lock twisting on Bacchus. He rolls over and Regal transitions into a heel hook. Bacchus fed up starts nailing Regal with his other heel to free himself.
Sting: This is one of the best battles I have witnessed for the CULT Classic Championship.
Bacchus is walking with a bit of a limp – but he gets the best of Regal with an arm drag – in the second Regal is on the mat he manages to hit a headstop driving her into the canvas. Bacchus picks up Regal for his gutwrench piledriver – but she somehow slips off his back and hits the ropes – Bacchus reverses her crossbody with a spinning spinebuster.
Foote: Everyone is leaving it all out there in the ring.
Bacchus takes Regal up and this time he nails the gutwrench piledriver.
Foote: Czolgosz Driver from BACCHUS!
He makes the cover and Huffman leaps into position.
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Foote/Sting: THUNDERSTRUCK!!!!!!
Slyer off the top rope with a frog splash on both his opponents. Slayer is down kicking, holding his guts as he crawls toward Regal – he slaps his arm over her – just as an in pain Bacchus does on the over side – both technically covering Regal.
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DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Who the fuck won?
Slayer is up and looking for his CULT Classic Championship ad Bacchus raises his own hands in the air.
Anderson: I have been informed this contest is a DRAW!
Sting: What! JJ Huffman says JJ Slayer and Johnny Bacchus pinned Regal at the same time.
Anderson: Therefore STILL CULT CLASSIC CHAMPION JJ SLAYER!!!!
Slayer seems disappointed as he yanks the championship from JJ Huffman and puts it over his shoulder. Bacchus is sitting on the apron looking at Slayer as “All Eyes On You” by Smash Into Pieces plays him to the back.
Foote: Bacchus giving JJ Huffman a fucking earful for this one. He wanted the match restarted. It’s a fucking robbery. JUSTICE FOR JOHNNY BACCHUS!
Sting: I don’t know how English is going to make this right for a man who has clearly been helping him shake the powers that be in this company
JJ Huffman is holding the CULT Classic Championship up over his head as JJ Slayer, Johnny Bacchus and Emily Regal pick a side of the ring to start off on.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Here we go, let’s see who the best classic style wrestler in the company is.
The three lock up in the middle of the ring, JJ pushing the two smaller opponents around until Bacchus kicks him in the gut. Emily lays a few chops into Bacchus backing him up until JJ nails her with a shoulder thrust. Bacchus with some forearms to Slayer. He tries to whip Slayer to the corner, but Slayer reverses tossing Johnny instead – but he turns in time to catch Slayer’s head and drive it to the mat with a tornado DDT.
Foote: Bacchus has done some questionable things to get this title shot… he’s not going to let this opportunity pass him by.
Bacchus is now face to face with Emily, she takes him down with a drop toe hold and locks in a kneebar. Bacchus manages to squirm out and use the ropes to pull himself up to his feet quickly. Regal with a running knee strike to the side of the head and makes the cover for a quick one count. Regal locks in an arm bar on the still downed Bacchus, but it doesn’t last long as the large leg of JJ Slayer lands across Regal’s throat.
Foote: That’s one way to break it up. The champion is now pulling Regal to her feet.
Slayer tosses Regal to the ropes and as she comes up he tosses her up into the air for a pop-up powerbomb, but she hits a hurricanrana and flips all the way through to a single leg crap much to the delight of the London crowd. She’s bending her larger opponent's leg back in an awkward direction putting all her weight into it. Huffman is checking for a tap out, but Slayer gets his hands on the bottom rope. Huffman makes Regal break the hold… When she turns around he is driven to the canvas with a spinebuster from Johnny Bacchus.
Sting: Regal really holding her own here tonight. She learned a lot watching Slayer’s last match so closely.
Bacchus is stomping on the champion then Emily nails him with a superkick, he bounces belly first off the ropes and Regal uses the momentum to flip him over with a high angle German suplex – bridging for the pin – Huffman only gets to two before Slayer drives a boot down into Emily’s gut breaking the fall up.
Foote: Slayer is going to have to keep his head on a swivel here. Bacchus and Emily are going for some flash pin finishes – some quick submissions.
Slayer with scoop slam on Regal. Bacchus is up and Slayer swings him to the ropes and this time gets all of aq pop-up powerbomb. Regal comes running and it thrown into the air too – Slayer takes her down with a Death Valley Drive right on top of Bacchus and makes the pin.
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Foote: The camp isn’t going to let the title slip from his grasp that easy. If his opponents are going for the quick pinfall – well three can play at that game.
Regal clips in a rear naked choke as Slayer stocked Bacchus' fallen body. Slayer is walking around the ring trying to shake her off – then Bacchus hits her with a backstabber taking both her and Slayer down.
Sting: What a match! Bacchus really wants that Classic Championship – hell – he has sold his soul for it!
Bacchus with a swinging neckbreaker on the CULT Classic Champion. He drops a knee on Slayer’s forehead. He sees Emily getting up and Bacchus drives her head down with a running bulldog. Slayer is back up but Johnny hits him with awesome stiff rights and lefts Slayer swings and Bacchus counters with a flapjack right into the turnbuckle pad – he hits a running knee and Slayer drops to the corner in a seated position. Bacchus to the other turnbuckle… he flies off with a drop kick… coast to coast.
Foote: THE GREAT LEAP MOTHERFUCKIN’ FORWARD!
Bacchus drags Slayer out of the corner and hooks the leg… Huffman with the count…
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Sting: BROKEN UP BY REGAL!
She locks a half nelson choke onto Bacchus, but he grabs her by the back of the head and flips her over him – to his surprise the sneaky grappler hits him with a stunner on the way down. Bacchus is flailing and Regal nails a guillotine leg drop. Regal wraps her arms around Bacchus on the ground and starts delivering some knees softening up the body before locking in another half nelson choke.
Foot:; She’s going to put Bacchus to sleep right here.
Bacchus manages to loosen the hold and reach for the ropes but Regal transitions into a crossface.
Sting: She’s locked in Scarlet Explosion!
Bacchus looking like he’s on the verge of tapping out – Slayer grabs Emily and pretty much tosses her onto her feet – she swings wild and Slayer grabs the wrist – twists her up then unravels her right into a ripchord lariat.
Sting: The champion is taking no prisoner here, its death on site.
Slayer then drops and elbow across the back of Bacchus and locks in a camel clutch – it doesn’t last long as Bacchus finds the ropes with his toes. Regal is beating on Slayer’s back and he turns to face her – she nails a dropkick to the knee dropping JJ to his – then a running knee to the head. Bacchus is up and he’s negotiating with Emily – something he is clearly good at. They both lay stomps on Slayer.
Foote; They’ve formed an alliance against the champion – what a great plan from Bacchus.
Bacchus and Regal have Slayer set up for a double suplex – but when they torque back – Slayer puts the breaks on – he grunts and reverses putting both his opponents up in the air at the same time stalling for a few seconds before dropping them in simultaneously with a suplex.
Sting: The strength of the champion on showcase tonight.
Emily rolls out of the ring – Slayer shifts his focus to Bacchus.
Gutwrech suplex from Slayer on Bacchus. Johnny gets to his feet and staggers into Slayer yelling at him before he smacks him right across the mouth. Slayer responds with a head kick then reverse scoop powerslam – Bacchus’ face bounces off the canvas.
Foote: PATH OF DESTRUCTION HAS BEEN PAVED!
Slayer now with a pumphandle into a one-armed power bomb on Bacchus – he nails the canvas and Slayer makes the cover hooking both legs.
Sting: THE VIOLENT END MIGHT BE HERE!
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Foote: SHOTGUN DROPKICK TO THE SIDE OF SLAYER’S HEAD!!!
Sting: Regal breaks it up with a COUP DE BURST!
Slayer rolls out of the ring and Regal tries her luck with a pin on the still down Bacchus.
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Foote: She thought she had Slayer doing the dirty work on this one.
Emily locks in a triangle choke now on Bacchus – she’s squeezing the life out of him until he lifts her off the mat and slams her down. The hold breaks and both falls backward before slowly standing up and facing one another.
THIS IS WRESTLING! Chants ring through the arena.
Bacchus with a closeline, Regal counters with an flying arm bar. Bacchus rolls over and mounts Regal delivering shots before she gets her legs up around his neck with another triangle choke. Bacchus manages to slip out and get to his feet – but Regal picks the ankle and locks in an ankle lock twisting on Bacchus. He rolls over and Regal transitions into a heel hook. Bacchus fed up starts nailing Regal with his other heel to free himself.
Sting: This is one of the best battles I have witnessed for the CULT Classic Championship.
Bacchus is walking with a bit of a limp – but he gets the best of Regal with an arm drag – in the second Regal is on the mat he manages to hit a headstop driving her into the canvas. Bacchus picks up Regal for his gutwrench piledriver – but she somehow slips off his back and hits the ropes – Bacchus reverses her crossbody with a spinning spinebuster.
Foote: Everyone is leaving it all out there in the ring.
Bacchus takes Regal up and this time he nails the gutwrench piledriver.
Foote: Czolgosz Driver from BACCHUS!
He makes the cover and Huffman leaps into position.
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Foote/Sting: THUNDERSTRUCK!!!!!!
Slyer off the top rope with a frog splash on both his opponents. Slayer is down kicking, holding his guts as he crawls toward Regal – he slaps his arm over her – just as an in pain Bacchus does on the over side – both technically covering Regal.
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DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Who the fuck won?
Slayer is up and looking for his CULT Classic Championship ad Bacchus raises his own hands in the air.
Anderson: I have been informed this contest is a DRAW!
Sting: What! JJ Huffman says JJ Slayer and Johnny Bacchus pinned Regal at the same time.
Anderson: Therefore STILL CULT CLASSIC CHAMPION JJ SLAYER!!!!
Slayer seems disappointed as he yanks the championship from JJ Huffman and puts it over his shoulder. Bacchus is sitting on the apron looking at Slayer as “All Eyes On You” by Smash Into Pieces plays him to the back.
Foote: Bacchus giving JJ Huffman a fucking earful for this one. He wanted the match restarted. It’s a fucking robbery. JUSTICE FOR JOHNNY BACCHUS!
Sting: I don’t know how English is going to make this right for a man who has clearly been helping him shake the powers that be in this company
Sting: This might be the biggest challenge for Three Ring Barney yet. It’s two hot new coming tag teams and they are really bolstering up the division.
Haru Niijima and Kaede Iruma are staring at their opponents with their heads’ tiled – mirroring them is one half of the Double Homicide Champions Luna Baby – full clown make-up for the occasion. Royston Popplewell stands behind Luna keeping an eye on Jack Sullivan and Paul Freedom of BFFS.
Foote: Let’s see what the new blood have in em’.
DING! DING! DING!
Paul Freedom is for some reason an early target for Popplewell who pops him with a huge fucking big boot right out of the gate. Jack grabs Royston from behind and hits him with a few stiff shots. Popplewell counters with a bear hug – Jack headbutts her way out. Luna dropkicks Jack though and they start to brawl spinning outside the ring. Luna gets the best on the outside, mounting the bigger woman and lays down a flurry of punches.
Sting: Luna has been hungry for a fight. This is the first title defense in some time for the dominant tag team.
Haru is chopping Royston to little avail – but then she lands a dropkick and Royston falls over Iruma who was leaning behind him. Haru with a kick preventing Royston from getting up too quickly. A leaping roundhouse kick by Haru into a backslide driver by Kaede on Popplewell.
Foote: Here we go finally some real tag team wrestling in this company.
Paul Freedom breaks back into the match with a springboard flying forearm right into the head of Haru. Kaede is thrown by Freedom with a monkey flip – Kaede lands on the second turnbuckle. Freedom runs, springs off the ropes and again and pulls her down off the ropes with a sunset powerbomb into the cover for a short two count.
Sting: Jack sliding in the ring now after getting rid of Luna Baby somehow.
Jack flapjacks a running Haru and Freedom takes her out of the air with a cutter. Jack and Pul high five in the middle of the ring. Luna Baby comes to break it up she goes for a tilt-a-whirl DDT on Jack – but Jack stalls her and flips her over with a belly to belly suplex of sorts. Royston suddenly grabs Jack by the throat and choke slams her into the canvas.
Foote: It’s very rare that Royston Popplewell that weird fucking mime isn’t the strongest person in a match and that is no different tonight.
Paul with a drop toe hold on Royston – he leaps cheering at the success of the move. Royston up to his knees though so Freedom makes him eat a knee of his own. Luna stops his momentum with a wheelbarrow face crusher. Luna makes the cover.
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Sting: OH! WHAT THE FUCK KAEDE JUST DROPPED A CONCRET BLOCK ACROSS THE BACK OF LUNA.
Haru slams Luna’s face into the block a few times. Then she is lifted right to her feet by Royston right into a powerbomb. Kaede is not taking any shit though – she dropkicks the big man’s knees out from under him and quickly double stomps Royston’s head down into the concrete block.
Foote: Innovative move there by Heartkillers.
Luna is up and Hearkillers are on it with a double Yakuza kick.
Sting: Yakuza Sandwich! Yum!
Royston is getting up and Haru and Kaede nail him over and over with various strike combos backing him up into the corner. On the outside of the ring Jack and Freedom have set up a table. Somehow Haru executes an avalanche fisherman buster from the top rope on Royston while Kaede provided added momentum by powerbombing her.
Foote: STARQUAKE!!!
Kaede makes the cover.
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Sting: BROKEN UP!
Jack and Freedom, armed with chairs, wack Kaede and Haru. Jack sets up two chairs as a table and slams Haru through with a Razor’s edge. Jack and Kaede battle on the other side of the ring exchanging blows. They manage to make their way to the apron and Paul piledrives Kaede off the apron through the table set up on the outside.
Foote: BFFS taking control of this one now.
Jack takes a shotgun dropkick to the back from Luna Baby. Luna stomps the face of Jack into the turnbuckle. Luna is stomping and pounding wildly at Jack. Jack is sitting up in the corner and Luna comes across the ring with two running knees to the face. Royston is up now and Luna climbs up on his shoulder - she salutes the London crowd then falls slowly off her partner with a flipping senton onto Jack.
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Sting: Quick kick out there from Jack.
Freedom charges Popplewell but he flips him over with belly to belly suplex. He grabs Paul up and slams him to the mat with a scoop slam. Jack tries tot stop the onslaught, but Luna jumps on her back and starts to choke her out. When she falls to her knees Royston hits the ropes and kicks her between the eyes.
Foote: The Double Homicide Champions are looking like try ring vets out there and this is their fucking carnival.
Freedom kicks the back of Royston’s legs. He trunks, but Paul kicks him in the gut and tornado DDT’s the big man using his large stature to swing around and take Luna out with his feet. Paul hits a standing shooting star on Royston. Luna spins Freedom around, but Jack locks her in a full nelson – Paul hits a superkick and Jack swings Luna over head with a full nelson suplex.
Sting: BFFS have the champions on their toes.
Royston is up and BFFS are there with a double super kick, they take the big man up and hit a double suplex. They pull him up once more and hit a double brain buster.
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Jack with a European uppercut on Luna snapping her head back. Running neckbreaker from Jack on Luna now. Paul is stomping away at Royston keeping him busy. Jack hits a wrist-clutch suplex on Luna. She grabs the smaller opponent up and then nails her with a ripchord knee to the face. Paul is pulling Royston up to his feet, but needs help. BFFS take Royston up Jack lifts him up with a backdrop and Paul hits a neckbreaker on the way down. Luna comes in to break things up and Pele kick from Freedom – right into a Northern Lights suplex held to bridge for the pin.
Sting: Great move there from BFFS!
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Foote: HARU WITH A KENDO STICK ACROSS THE BACK!
Kaede is doing one worse, she is shooting Roman candles into the face of Paul Freedom.
Sting: We had the fireball match earlier.
Haru nails the guts of Paul Freedom with the kendo stick. Then Heartkillers swing him to the rope Haru lifts Freedom up and Kaede nails a cutter! Freedom rolls out of the ring on instinct but is completely out.
Foote: Kawaii Cutter Deluxe!!!
Heartkillers direct their attention to Jack – they hits combo of strikes and set up for it… they nail the doomsday straightjacket DDT!
Sting: WORLD’S END VALENTINE!
Before Heartkillers can make the cover – Jack also rolls out of the ring. The tag team standing tall in the middle of the ring until Royston turns them both inside out with a double closeline. Luna runs at Haru and stops dead, confusing her opponent – she then spits glitter into her eyes – Haru turns around and eats a belly to belly from Royston. Luna is on Kaede grabs her with a choke, but then drags her head down fast into her knee. Royston puts the staggered Kaede onto his shoulders and Luna is up on the top rope – she comes off with a 450 DDT taking Kaede off Royston’s shoulders and driving her cranium into the canvas. Luna covers and Royston guards the cover.
Foote: THAT WAS INSANE! THAT HAS TO BE IT!
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNERS of this match and STILL DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS THREE RING BARNEY!
Sting: Against all odds tonight they pulled off a huge win.
As the teams’ music plays Chester Roosevelt comes to greet his teammates in Three Ring Barney at the top of the ramp. Luna and Royston make their way to the top fo the ring Double Homicide Championships in their hands.
Foote: These teams really showed up… both BFFS and Heartkillers have to be in line for another shot too.
BFFS glare up the ramp as they help each other to their feet on the outside of the ring. Heartkillers are now standing inside the ring looking up the rampway with an eerie calmness after taking a loss. When Luna and Royston get to the top of the ramp they raise their title as Roosevelt raises his SNUFF Championship – screaming some shit the mics can’t pick up.
Sting: You are looking at the most powerful trio in all of professional wrestling!
Haru Niijima and Kaede Iruma are staring at their opponents with their heads’ tiled – mirroring them is one half of the Double Homicide Champions Luna Baby – full clown make-up for the occasion. Royston Popplewell stands behind Luna keeping an eye on Jack Sullivan and Paul Freedom of BFFS.
Foote: Let’s see what the new blood have in em’.
DING! DING! DING!
Paul Freedom is for some reason an early target for Popplewell who pops him with a huge fucking big boot right out of the gate. Jack grabs Royston from behind and hits him with a few stiff shots. Popplewell counters with a bear hug – Jack headbutts her way out. Luna dropkicks Jack though and they start to brawl spinning outside the ring. Luna gets the best on the outside, mounting the bigger woman and lays down a flurry of punches.
Sting: Luna has been hungry for a fight. This is the first title defense in some time for the dominant tag team.
Haru is chopping Royston to little avail – but then she lands a dropkick and Royston falls over Iruma who was leaning behind him. Haru with a kick preventing Royston from getting up too quickly. A leaping roundhouse kick by Haru into a backslide driver by Kaede on Popplewell.
Foote: Here we go finally some real tag team wrestling in this company.
Paul Freedom breaks back into the match with a springboard flying forearm right into the head of Haru. Kaede is thrown by Freedom with a monkey flip – Kaede lands on the second turnbuckle. Freedom runs, springs off the ropes and again and pulls her down off the ropes with a sunset powerbomb into the cover for a short two count.
Sting: Jack sliding in the ring now after getting rid of Luna Baby somehow.
Jack flapjacks a running Haru and Freedom takes her out of the air with a cutter. Jack and Pul high five in the middle of the ring. Luna Baby comes to break it up she goes for a tilt-a-whirl DDT on Jack – but Jack stalls her and flips her over with a belly to belly suplex of sorts. Royston suddenly grabs Jack by the throat and choke slams her into the canvas.
Foote: It’s very rare that Royston Popplewell that weird fucking mime isn’t the strongest person in a match and that is no different tonight.
Paul with a drop toe hold on Royston – he leaps cheering at the success of the move. Royston up to his knees though so Freedom makes him eat a knee of his own. Luna stops his momentum with a wheelbarrow face crusher. Luna makes the cover.
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Sting: OH! WHAT THE FUCK KAEDE JUST DROPPED A CONCRET BLOCK ACROSS THE BACK OF LUNA.
Haru slams Luna’s face into the block a few times. Then she is lifted right to her feet by Royston right into a powerbomb. Kaede is not taking any shit though – she dropkicks the big man’s knees out from under him and quickly double stomps Royston’s head down into the concrete block.
Foote: Innovative move there by Heartkillers.
Luna is up and Hearkillers are on it with a double Yakuza kick.
Sting: Yakuza Sandwich! Yum!
Royston is getting up and Haru and Kaede nail him over and over with various strike combos backing him up into the corner. On the outside of the ring Jack and Freedom have set up a table. Somehow Haru executes an avalanche fisherman buster from the top rope on Royston while Kaede provided added momentum by powerbombing her.
Foote: STARQUAKE!!!
Kaede makes the cover.
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Sting: BROKEN UP!
Jack and Freedom, armed with chairs, wack Kaede and Haru. Jack sets up two chairs as a table and slams Haru through with a Razor’s edge. Jack and Kaede battle on the other side of the ring exchanging blows. They manage to make their way to the apron and Paul piledrives Kaede off the apron through the table set up on the outside.
Foote: BFFS taking control of this one now.
Jack takes a shotgun dropkick to the back from Luna Baby. Luna stomps the face of Jack into the turnbuckle. Luna is stomping and pounding wildly at Jack. Jack is sitting up in the corner and Luna comes across the ring with two running knees to the face. Royston is up now and Luna climbs up on his shoulder - she salutes the London crowd then falls slowly off her partner with a flipping senton onto Jack.
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Sting: Quick kick out there from Jack.
Freedom charges Popplewell but he flips him over with belly to belly suplex. He grabs Paul up and slams him to the mat with a scoop slam. Jack tries tot stop the onslaught, but Luna jumps on her back and starts to choke her out. When she falls to her knees Royston hits the ropes and kicks her between the eyes.
Foote: The Double Homicide Champions are looking like try ring vets out there and this is their fucking carnival.
Freedom kicks the back of Royston’s legs. He trunks, but Paul kicks him in the gut and tornado DDT’s the big man using his large stature to swing around and take Luna out with his feet. Paul hits a standing shooting star on Royston. Luna spins Freedom around, but Jack locks her in a full nelson – Paul hits a superkick and Jack swings Luna over head with a full nelson suplex.
Sting: BFFS have the champions on their toes.
Royston is up and BFFS are there with a double super kick, they take the big man up and hit a double suplex. They pull him up once more and hit a double brain buster.
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Jack with a European uppercut on Luna snapping her head back. Running neckbreaker from Jack on Luna now. Paul is stomping away at Royston keeping him busy. Jack hits a wrist-clutch suplex on Luna. She grabs the smaller opponent up and then nails her with a ripchord knee to the face. Paul is pulling Royston up to his feet, but needs help. BFFS take Royston up Jack lifts him up with a backdrop and Paul hits a neckbreaker on the way down. Luna comes in to break things up and Pele kick from Freedom – right into a Northern Lights suplex held to bridge for the pin.
Sting: Great move there from BFFS!
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Foote: HARU WITH A KENDO STICK ACROSS THE BACK!
Kaede is doing one worse, she is shooting Roman candles into the face of Paul Freedom.
Sting: We had the fireball match earlier.
Haru nails the guts of Paul Freedom with the kendo stick. Then Heartkillers swing him to the rope Haru lifts Freedom up and Kaede nails a cutter! Freedom rolls out of the ring on instinct but is completely out.
Foote: Kawaii Cutter Deluxe!!!
Heartkillers direct their attention to Jack – they hits combo of strikes and set up for it… they nail the doomsday straightjacket DDT!
Sting: WORLD’S END VALENTINE!
Before Heartkillers can make the cover – Jack also rolls out of the ring. The tag team standing tall in the middle of the ring until Royston turns them both inside out with a double closeline. Luna runs at Haru and stops dead, confusing her opponent – she then spits glitter into her eyes – Haru turns around and eats a belly to belly from Royston. Luna is on Kaede grabs her with a choke, but then drags her head down fast into her knee. Royston puts the staggered Kaede onto his shoulders and Luna is up on the top rope – she comes off with a 450 DDT taking Kaede off Royston’s shoulders and driving her cranium into the canvas. Luna covers and Royston guards the cover.
Foote: THAT WAS INSANE! THAT HAS TO BE IT!
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNERS of this match and STILL DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS THREE RING BARNEY!
Sting: Against all odds tonight they pulled off a huge win.
As the teams’ music plays Chester Roosevelt comes to greet his teammates in Three Ring Barney at the top of the ramp. Luna and Royston make their way to the top fo the ring Double Homicide Championships in their hands.
Foote: These teams really showed up… both BFFS and Heartkillers have to be in line for another shot too.
BFFS glare up the ramp as they help each other to their feet on the outside of the ring. Heartkillers are now standing inside the ring looking up the rampway with an eerie calmness after taking a loss. When Luna and Royston get to the top of the ramp they raise their title as Roosevelt raises his SNUFF Championship – screaming some shit the mics can’t pick up.
Sting: You are looking at the most powerful trio in all of professional wrestling!
CULT TV Makes its debut in April!
CULT TV
Episode 1
CULT TV Championship
Serenity Holmes vs (LOSER OF TONIGHT'S MAIN EVENT)
Double Homicide Championship
Trios Deathmatch
Three Ring Barney vs The Walkers
CULT Classic Championship
JJ Slayer vs Emily Regal
Johnny Bacchus vs Kaede Iruma vs Ace Sky vs Allen Chaney
KILLDOZER CUP PARTICIPANTS
Glum
Addy A
Junko Souma
Killroy
Max Daemon
Paul Freedom
Kallie Reznik
Craig Cogan
NEW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TO BE DEFENDED AT KILLDOZER CUP
CULT TV
Episode 1
CULT TV Championship
Serenity Holmes vs (LOSER OF TONIGHT'S MAIN EVENT)
Double Homicide Championship
Trios Deathmatch
Three Ring Barney vs The Walkers
CULT Classic Championship
JJ Slayer vs Emily Regal
Johnny Bacchus vs Kaede Iruma vs Ace Sky vs Allen Chaney
KILLDOZER CUP PARTICIPANTS
Glum
Addy A
Junko Souma
Killroy
Max Daemon
Paul Freedom
Kallie Reznik
Craig Cogan
NEW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TO BE DEFENDED AT KILLDOZER CUP
“Sweet but Psycho” by Ava Max hits and Jennie Fenix appears on stage to a sea of cheering fans. She raises her hand taunting and makes her way down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way.
Anderson: First introducing the challenger…. JENNIE FENIX!!!!
Sting: Huge opportunity here for Jennie, she took JJ Slayer to his absolute max. She had her foot on the ropes but the ref didn’t see it. Let's hope that history doesn’t repeat itself tonight.
Fenix slides in the ring, then leans over the ropes to taunts to the cheering crowd. She turns around taking her corner and keeps her eye on the entrance way.
“Widdershins" by King 810 blasts throughout the arena and Bright Green lights flash quickly as the fans get to their feet as Alice walks out onto the stage – the New World Championship around her waist.
Foote: You can tell some of these fans would rather see Serenity Holmes as champion, but I like the mean streak in Alice Gemini.
She soaks in the reaction for a moment before throwing up her middle fingers at the crowd while biting her bottom lip. She makes her way down the ramp and stops at different fans and makes them flinch and then laughs it off as she walks away from them. She hops up onto the apron and onto a single knee, looks up at the camera and screams at the top of her lungs.
Sting: This is going to be a battle for Jennie, you know Alice is not going to want to drop the title so quickly after the hell she has had to endure to capture it.
Alice slides into the ring and walks into the nearest corner and starts to kick the bottom rope to get fired up. She puts both of her hands in the form of dual-wielding pistols and points them at the camera. Alice unstraps her belt and hands it to JJ Huffman who raises it up over his head and calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: It’s the main event… let's close out season one of CULT properly.
Alice and Fenix circle each other both hesitant to make the first move. They lock up, Alice with a headlock takeover, Fenix grabs her head in a leg scissors forcing her to let go. Both to their feet, arm drag from Alice, both up, arm drag from Fenix. Both back up, Alice takes Fenix down with a sling blade. She spreads her arms out and laughs at the booing crowd who are getting behind Fenix in this one.
Sting: Going toe to toe, both women showcasing their incredible skill. Quick pace to the action.
Alcie goes for an impaler DDT, but Fenix slips her head out and lets Alice fall down backfirst onto the canvas. Fenix uses the mistake as an opportunity to lock in a sharpshooter. Alice shakes her loose – so she thinks – Fenix transitions to a rolling kneebar – but Alice grabs the ropes and the hold is broken.
Sting: I think Fenix is giving Alice more of a run for her money than she thought she would get.
Jennie comes with a flying knee, but Alice side steps and Fenix is kind of hung up on the ropes before Alice delivers a rope hung neckbreaker. Alice follows up with a front flip leg drop across the throat of Fenix. Fenix on her hands and knees eats a soccer kick to the head from Alice. She makes the cover and referee Huffman gets in position.
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KICKOUT!
Foot: Alice almost punted the head off of Jennie there, but the lights are somehow still on.
Alice pulls Fenix up for a tombstone but she slips off the back and pushes Alice toward the ropes. Alice comes back running and takes a spinning wheel kick to the face taking her down and staggering her as she gets to her feet.
Sting: Fenix is dangerous in pretty much any scenario. It’s hard to find a weak spot in the rookies’ game.
Dragon suplex from Fenix, then follows up with a handstand before dropping two knees down onto the face of the New World Champion. Fenix drags Alice so her neck is just hanging over the apron, she runs and vaults over the top rope dropping a leg across the throat of Alice and flipping her out of the ring. Fenix slides back inside and waits or Alice to stand up – when she does Fenix cart wheels and handsprings across the ring before moonsaulting over the top rope and taking Alice out to a huge pop from the crowd.
Foote: Fuck is there anything Fenix can’t do?
Both women are back in the ring now, Fenix helping to steady Alice before nailing a single arm DDT. Fenix to the top rope – off with a 450 splash into a pin. Huffman makes the count.
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3!!????
KICKOUT!
Sting: The New World Champion somehow making it through that onslaught.
Alice battles back with shots to the gut – Fenix with another wheel kick – Gemini ducks and takes her down with a backstabber. Alice screams at the crowd who was more than happy to see Fenix getting the best of her. Alice hits a complete shot, she doesn’t let go holding on the Fenix still standing them both up and then drives the challenger down with a teardrop suplex.
Foote: The champion getting herself back in control of this one.
Alice with a Death Valley Driver on Fenix. Alice waits for Fenix to get to her knees , then takes her out with a shining wizard. Alice makes the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Only a two count on that combo from Alice, that has to be frustrating the champion.
Alice slams her hand into the canvas and brings Fenix up setting her up for the emerald flowsion, but Fenix reverses, grabs Alice and does a hammerlock, then a headscissors into a small package.
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3!!!
Foote: GEMINI BARLEY GETS THE SHOULDER UP IN TIME!
Sting: Almost stole the New World Championship.
Fenix isn’t letting the momentum go. She nails Alice with a running knee. Alice up and taken back down with a running bulldog. Fenix kicks at the head of Gemini a few times then locks in a bicep slicer – Alice rolls through and gets to her feet – but she's on dizzy street now as Fenix hits a tilt-a-whirl DDT.
Sting: Listen to that crowd they want this for Jennie Fenix. She might take over the world starting here in London.
Fenix off the top with a beautiful corkscrew moonsault. She makes the cover.
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3!
Foote: NO!!! THE CHAMPION HOLDS ON!
Fenix looks at Gemini who is pulling herself up with the ropes, she grabs her and nails there rolling Northern Lights suplexes on the New World Champion folding her in half with the final one.
Sting: THREE WISHES FROM FENIX!
Fenix considers the cover, but instead pulls Alice up. The champion is staggered – she swings windy, but she's hitting air. She hits a sunset floatover crucifix driver.
Foote: DON’T RUB THE FUCKING LAMP FROM FENIX.
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3!!!???
The crowd boos as Gemini once again gets the shoulder up at the last second. Fenix chants ring out as she gets ready to hit her finisher and put the champion away for good. Fenix reaches down to fishhook the champion, but you never put an appendage in a vampires mouth…
Sting: JESUS! I think Alice pretty well bit her finger off there.
Fenix is shaking her hand, looking at the bloody nail hanging off her finger – making sure she’s still intact. With her back turned Alice nails a lifting reverse DDT driving down Fenix into the canvas and lets out a primal scream – Fenix’s blood staining her fangs slightly.
Foote: That’s what makes a champion Stacy… Alice is willing to bite off fingers if she fucking has to to keep hands away from her title.
Fenix gets up and spins around right into the Emerald Flowsion Kai!
Sting: SHE HITS KILLER GEMINI!
Alice makes the cover spreading ver Fenix.
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3!!!!!
Sting: FENIX FOOT IS ON THE ROPES!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Alice was in the line of view JJ HUFFMAN DIDN’T SEE IT YET AGAIN! What the fuck!?
Alice looks back and sweeps Fenix leg off the rope so JJ Huffman has no time to think and reverse the decision. Fenix comes too and starts pleading her case with the ref. Huffman shrugs and fans chant out…
“THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT!”
Sting: By all rights Fenix should be New World Champion, this is the second time she had had her foot on the ropes in a title match an the referee hasn’t seen it. English needs to do an inquiry into these referees this is fucking sickening. Fenix should be both Classic Champion and New World Champion.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL NEW WORLD CHAMPION… ALICE GEMINI!
Alice slithers out of the ring holding the championship in the face of angry first row fans. Fenix stands in the middle of the ring, she kicks the rope in frustration – but the fans chant her name. She belongs in the main event of CULT and it’s only a matter of time before she lays her claim and steps out of the shadow of her sister.
Sting: We need to see these two run it back… Fenix deserves better than this.
Foote: What a controversial end to Season 1 of CULT! English has a lot of shit to sort out after this one. Be sure to tune into the kick off of Season two with the first episode of CULT TV and our big monthly event The KIlldozer Cup!
The scene faded with Jennie Fenix looking out at the crowd, then up the rampway at Alice Gemini holding the New World Championship high above her head
Anderson: First introducing the challenger…. JENNIE FENIX!!!!
Sting: Huge opportunity here for Jennie, she took JJ Slayer to his absolute max. She had her foot on the ropes but the ref didn’t see it. Let's hope that history doesn’t repeat itself tonight.
Fenix slides in the ring, then leans over the ropes to taunts to the cheering crowd. She turns around taking her corner and keeps her eye on the entrance way.
“Widdershins" by King 810 blasts throughout the arena and Bright Green lights flash quickly as the fans get to their feet as Alice walks out onto the stage – the New World Championship around her waist.
Foote: You can tell some of these fans would rather see Serenity Holmes as champion, but I like the mean streak in Alice Gemini.
She soaks in the reaction for a moment before throwing up her middle fingers at the crowd while biting her bottom lip. She makes her way down the ramp and stops at different fans and makes them flinch and then laughs it off as she walks away from them. She hops up onto the apron and onto a single knee, looks up at the camera and screams at the top of her lungs.
Sting: This is going to be a battle for Jennie, you know Alice is not going to want to drop the title so quickly after the hell she has had to endure to capture it.
Alice slides into the ring and walks into the nearest corner and starts to kick the bottom rope to get fired up. She puts both of her hands in the form of dual-wielding pistols and points them at the camera. Alice unstraps her belt and hands it to JJ Huffman who raises it up over his head and calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: It’s the main event… let's close out season one of CULT properly.
Alice and Fenix circle each other both hesitant to make the first move. They lock up, Alice with a headlock takeover, Fenix grabs her head in a leg scissors forcing her to let go. Both to their feet, arm drag from Alice, both up, arm drag from Fenix. Both back up, Alice takes Fenix down with a sling blade. She spreads her arms out and laughs at the booing crowd who are getting behind Fenix in this one.
Sting: Going toe to toe, both women showcasing their incredible skill. Quick pace to the action.
Alcie goes for an impaler DDT, but Fenix slips her head out and lets Alice fall down backfirst onto the canvas. Fenix uses the mistake as an opportunity to lock in a sharpshooter. Alice shakes her loose – so she thinks – Fenix transitions to a rolling kneebar – but Alice grabs the ropes and the hold is broken.
Sting: I think Fenix is giving Alice more of a run for her money than she thought she would get.
Jennie comes with a flying knee, but Alice side steps and Fenix is kind of hung up on the ropes before Alice delivers a rope hung neckbreaker. Alice follows up with a front flip leg drop across the throat of Fenix. Fenix on her hands and knees eats a soccer kick to the head from Alice. She makes the cover and referee Huffman gets in position.
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KICKOUT!
Foot: Alice almost punted the head off of Jennie there, but the lights are somehow still on.
Alice pulls Fenix up for a tombstone but she slips off the back and pushes Alice toward the ropes. Alice comes back running and takes a spinning wheel kick to the face taking her down and staggering her as she gets to her feet.
Sting: Fenix is dangerous in pretty much any scenario. It’s hard to find a weak spot in the rookies’ game.
Dragon suplex from Fenix, then follows up with a handstand before dropping two knees down onto the face of the New World Champion. Fenix drags Alice so her neck is just hanging over the apron, she runs and vaults over the top rope dropping a leg across the throat of Alice and flipping her out of the ring. Fenix slides back inside and waits or Alice to stand up – when she does Fenix cart wheels and handsprings across the ring before moonsaulting over the top rope and taking Alice out to a huge pop from the crowd.
Foote: Fuck is there anything Fenix can’t do?
Both women are back in the ring now, Fenix helping to steady Alice before nailing a single arm DDT. Fenix to the top rope – off with a 450 splash into a pin. Huffman makes the count.
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3!!????
KICKOUT!
Sting: The New World Champion somehow making it through that onslaught.
Alice battles back with shots to the gut – Fenix with another wheel kick – Gemini ducks and takes her down with a backstabber. Alice screams at the crowd who was more than happy to see Fenix getting the best of her. Alice hits a complete shot, she doesn’t let go holding on the Fenix still standing them both up and then drives the challenger down with a teardrop suplex.
Foote: The champion getting herself back in control of this one.
Alice with a Death Valley Driver on Fenix. Alice waits for Fenix to get to her knees , then takes her out with a shining wizard. Alice makes the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Only a two count on that combo from Alice, that has to be frustrating the champion.
Alice slams her hand into the canvas and brings Fenix up setting her up for the emerald flowsion, but Fenix reverses, grabs Alice and does a hammerlock, then a headscissors into a small package.
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3!!!
Foote: GEMINI BARLEY GETS THE SHOULDER UP IN TIME!
Sting: Almost stole the New World Championship.
Fenix isn’t letting the momentum go. She nails Alice with a running knee. Alice up and taken back down with a running bulldog. Fenix kicks at the head of Gemini a few times then locks in a bicep slicer – Alice rolls through and gets to her feet – but she's on dizzy street now as Fenix hits a tilt-a-whirl DDT.
Sting: Listen to that crowd they want this for Jennie Fenix. She might take over the world starting here in London.
Fenix off the top with a beautiful corkscrew moonsault. She makes the cover.
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3!
Foote: NO!!! THE CHAMPION HOLDS ON!
Fenix looks at Gemini who is pulling herself up with the ropes, she grabs her and nails there rolling Northern Lights suplexes on the New World Champion folding her in half with the final one.
Sting: THREE WISHES FROM FENIX!
Fenix considers the cover, but instead pulls Alice up. The champion is staggered – she swings windy, but she's hitting air. She hits a sunset floatover crucifix driver.
Foote: DON’T RUB THE FUCKING LAMP FROM FENIX.
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3!!!???
The crowd boos as Gemini once again gets the shoulder up at the last second. Fenix chants ring out as she gets ready to hit her finisher and put the champion away for good. Fenix reaches down to fishhook the champion, but you never put an appendage in a vampires mouth…
Sting: JESUS! I think Alice pretty well bit her finger off there.
Fenix is shaking her hand, looking at the bloody nail hanging off her finger – making sure she’s still intact. With her back turned Alice nails a lifting reverse DDT driving down Fenix into the canvas and lets out a primal scream – Fenix’s blood staining her fangs slightly.
Foote: That’s what makes a champion Stacy… Alice is willing to bite off fingers if she fucking has to to keep hands away from her title.
Fenix gets up and spins around right into the Emerald Flowsion Kai!
Sting: SHE HITS KILLER GEMINI!
Alice makes the cover spreading ver Fenix.
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3!!!!!
Sting: FENIX FOOT IS ON THE ROPES!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Alice was in the line of view JJ HUFFMAN DIDN’T SEE IT YET AGAIN! What the fuck!?
Alice looks back and sweeps Fenix leg off the rope so JJ Huffman has no time to think and reverse the decision. Fenix comes too and starts pleading her case with the ref. Huffman shrugs and fans chant out…
“THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT!”
Sting: By all rights Fenix should be New World Champion, this is the second time she had had her foot on the ropes in a title match an the referee hasn’t seen it. English needs to do an inquiry into these referees this is fucking sickening. Fenix should be both Classic Champion and New World Champion.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL NEW WORLD CHAMPION… ALICE GEMINI!
Alice slithers out of the ring holding the championship in the face of angry first row fans. Fenix stands in the middle of the ring, she kicks the rope in frustration – but the fans chant her name. She belongs in the main event of CULT and it’s only a matter of time before she lays her claim and steps out of the shadow of her sister.
Sting: We need to see these two run it back… Fenix deserves better than this.
Foote: What a controversial end to Season 1 of CULT! English has a lot of shit to sort out after this one. Be sure to tune into the kick off of Season two with the first episode of CULT TV and our big monthly event The KIlldozer Cup!
The scene faded with Jennie Fenix looking out at the crowd, then up the rampway at Alice Gemini holding the New World Championship high above her head
