CULT S02E04
They Put A Body in the Bayou by The Orwells blasts through the Pete Maravich Assembly Centre in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Pyro blacks off wildly as the crowd cheers following the events of CULT:TV Episode 4 just a few miles away in Alexandria.
Sting: Welcome to Bodies in the Bayou! We saw some wild events at the end of CULT;TV Episode 4 as Jacky escaped leaving Jane to fall to Serenity Holmes who had her final defense of the CULT:TV Championship and is on her way to challenging for the New World Championship.
Foote: CULT:TV gets more and more weird as the weeks go on – but I am loving it. Never a dull moment. We also saw Max Daemon establish himself by winning the Pint of Blood Match… let's not talk about what happened to that pint – but it appears he is now in line to challenge once again for the SNUFF Championship.
Sting: Speaking of that Strader is tasked with defending the SNUFF Championship against Chaney tonight in an exploding barbed wire deathmatch! Bacchus will defend the New World Championship against Alice Gemini who has been on a trail of complete destruction as of late. And in an elimination trios match we will see who will move on to challenge for the New World Championship at Bible Belt Beatings.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Foote: The man who build this god damn house is here to speak again. Bow down ladies and gents – and he’s about to take FIGHT by storm!
Casanova English walks out on the stage, dressed in a gray suit, his face stitch make-up usually reserved for big matches is proudly plastered on. A lit cigarette hangs out of his mouth. The crowd is in a frenzy, more for the show to kick off than the CU:LT leader himself. The voice continues….
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
Sting: He is an enigma, but he is a fucking asshole. I hope he is here to speak to his actions at the end of All Hells Acoming’! Why would he convince Bacchus to use the championship as a weapon? AND what does Matt Knox have to say about this shit… that man could be New World Champion.
English takes a long drag off his cigarette. He scowls at the crowd, giving a slight smirk, before… Kilroy slowly walks from behind the curtains to join him -- English takes a double take – expecting to see his bodyguard Bash Daddy.
Foote: What the fuck is this shit? Is Kilroy Casanova’s new bodyguard.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, the owner of Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials, CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
Sting: English trying to tell Kilroy to go to the back – but he is not getting the hint.
Foote: Oh, there he goes.
Kilroy walks past the curtain and English carries on blowing smoke into the faces of your children who shouldn’t be in the front row of a CULT show. Kilroy starts tiptoeing back down the ramp – English turns and points to the back and Kilroy slowly saunters toward the back.
Sting: The one thing I like about Kilroy is he knows just how to get under the skin of Casanova – I have no idea if it is intentional or not.
As soon as English has his back turned Kilroy starts shadowing him once more. English gets into the ring, flicks his cigarette into the crowd and snatches the microphone from Anderson before turning around and seeing Kilroy who puts his hand up waving. English just sighs and starts to ignore Kilroy.
Foote: Bit awkward.
English: Another sold out house… sold out house after sold out house though we have a psychopathic religious zealot staging a traveling protest because he believes we are the work of Satan himself. Well I got fucking news for ya pal! It’s much worse, CU:LT wasn’t conjured by Lucifer and his army – no it was created by Casanova English and it is a refuge for whore and heathens – just like this guy in the ring.
Kilroy takes a bow as the crowd boos loudly.
English: And as much as you all hate me, you love to eat from the garden I so carefully cultivated. Lissie Hope can say she hates me, but I made her more relevant than any other fed has in the past five years. I was the reason her stock rose… I was the villain you needed Lissie and now look at you. You say you hate me, you want to destroy CULT… but look at how well it pays you… you would never give up the check or the glory of being one of the only people in this company going toe to toe with Casanova English.
Kilroy reaches out and strokes English’s arm softly. Casanova jerks his arm away and shoots Kilroy a look of disgust.
English: I did the same for Bacchus… I tested the pair's love… I push people places they may not want to go but they need to go to break through the glass fucking ceiling and tonight I promise you I will do the same for another professional wrestler on this roster who has put in more work than Hope and Bacchus combined.
Kilroy touches Casanova’s other arm and the CULT Leader jerks away once more, shaking his head.
English: Tonight I promise CULT will be changed forever.
Finally Kilroy reaches out and strokes the side of Casanova’s face – English turns and snaps.
English: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? JESUS CHIRST!
Kilroy: I just wanted everryoooneeee to know…. That JJ Slayer DID NOT KILL ME! And so I WILL be able to WRESTLE HERE TONIGHT IN LOUISIANA!
A chorus of boos ring out through the arena as English snatches his microphone back from Kilroy – almost causing the big man to fall backward.
English: Great, so happy for you… NO FUCK OFF!!!
Kilroy raises his hands up and slowly backs away at an agonizingly slow pace. He rolls out of the ring and backs up the ramp at a snails place eyeing English the whole time.
Foote: I think English was going to have him killed… Kilroy is lucky the boss didn't really lose his temper.
Sting: What’s he going to do lose in some strange wrestling Squid Games again?
Foote: You know English was robbed winning that Stadium Arcadium bullshit!
English lets the boos of the crowd die down – then brings the microphone back up to his lips.
English: As I was saying shit is about to shift here tonight. See Johnny Bacchus I don’t think you appreciate all the things I have done for you. I allowed you the avenue to win the Killdozer Cup and you threw the damn thing out. I gave you the ability – a perfect excuse to shed the dead weight that is Lissie Hope. I handed you the opportunity to capture one of the top titles in this entire industry. AND I am the single reason you are still the champion today… I woke up that killer inside you… I made you tap into that instinct when you cracked Matt Knox with the championship belt.
Johnny Bacchus! Johnny Bacchus! Johnny Bacchus! Chants flood the arena for the New World Champion as English smirks.
English: I know we are being protested by the religious freaks – the bible thumping weirdos who want to take this all away from you… all away from me – but there in Combat Unlimited: Lethal Trials I am GOD! The lord has given and tonight Johnny Bacchus… I promise you… the lord will take away.
English drops the microphone as his many hits.
Foote: What a threat from Casanova English. I wonder what he has in store for that ungrateful fuck Johnny Bacchus.
English steps out of the ring and looks up the ramp where Kilroy has just made it to the top. English is furious, screaming at Kilroy and pointing like a dog. Finally Kilroy gets pas the curtains and English just shakes his head and sighs heavily.
Sting: Welcome to Bodies in the Bayou! We saw some wild events at the end of CULT;TV Episode 4 as Jacky escaped leaving Jane to fall to Serenity Holmes who had her final defense of the CULT:TV Championship and is on her way to challenging for the New World Championship.
Foote: CULT:TV gets more and more weird as the weeks go on – but I am loving it. Never a dull moment. We also saw Max Daemon establish himself by winning the Pint of Blood Match… let's not talk about what happened to that pint – but it appears he is now in line to challenge once again for the SNUFF Championship.
Sting: Speaking of that Strader is tasked with defending the SNUFF Championship against Chaney tonight in an exploding barbed wire deathmatch! Bacchus will defend the New World Championship against Alice Gemini who has been on a trail of complete destruction as of late. And in an elimination trios match we will see who will move on to challenge for the New World Championship at Bible Belt Beatings.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Foote: The man who build this god damn house is here to speak again. Bow down ladies and gents – and he’s about to take FIGHT by storm!
Casanova English walks out on the stage, dressed in a gray suit, his face stitch make-up usually reserved for big matches is proudly plastered on. A lit cigarette hangs out of his mouth. The crowd is in a frenzy, more for the show to kick off than the CU:LT leader himself. The voice continues….
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
Sting: He is an enigma, but he is a fucking asshole. I hope he is here to speak to his actions at the end of All Hells Acoming’! Why would he convince Bacchus to use the championship as a weapon? AND what does Matt Knox have to say about this shit… that man could be New World Champion.
English takes a long drag off his cigarette. He scowls at the crowd, giving a slight smirk, before… Kilroy slowly walks from behind the curtains to join him -- English takes a double take – expecting to see his bodyguard Bash Daddy.
Foote: What the fuck is this shit? Is Kilroy Casanova’s new bodyguard.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, the owner of Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials, CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
Sting: English trying to tell Kilroy to go to the back – but he is not getting the hint.
Foote: Oh, there he goes.
Kilroy walks past the curtain and English carries on blowing smoke into the faces of your children who shouldn’t be in the front row of a CULT show. Kilroy starts tiptoeing back down the ramp – English turns and points to the back and Kilroy slowly saunters toward the back.
Sting: The one thing I like about Kilroy is he knows just how to get under the skin of Casanova – I have no idea if it is intentional or not.
As soon as English has his back turned Kilroy starts shadowing him once more. English gets into the ring, flicks his cigarette into the crowd and snatches the microphone from Anderson before turning around and seeing Kilroy who puts his hand up waving. English just sighs and starts to ignore Kilroy.
Foote: Bit awkward.
English: Another sold out house… sold out house after sold out house though we have a psychopathic religious zealot staging a traveling protest because he believes we are the work of Satan himself. Well I got fucking news for ya pal! It’s much worse, CU:LT wasn’t conjured by Lucifer and his army – no it was created by Casanova English and it is a refuge for whore and heathens – just like this guy in the ring.
Kilroy takes a bow as the crowd boos loudly.
English: And as much as you all hate me, you love to eat from the garden I so carefully cultivated. Lissie Hope can say she hates me, but I made her more relevant than any other fed has in the past five years. I was the reason her stock rose… I was the villain you needed Lissie and now look at you. You say you hate me, you want to destroy CULT… but look at how well it pays you… you would never give up the check or the glory of being one of the only people in this company going toe to toe with Casanova English.
Kilroy reaches out and strokes English’s arm softly. Casanova jerks his arm away and shoots Kilroy a look of disgust.
English: I did the same for Bacchus… I tested the pair's love… I push people places they may not want to go but they need to go to break through the glass fucking ceiling and tonight I promise you I will do the same for another professional wrestler on this roster who has put in more work than Hope and Bacchus combined.
Kilroy touches Casanova’s other arm and the CULT Leader jerks away once more, shaking his head.
English: Tonight I promise CULT will be changed forever.
Finally Kilroy reaches out and strokes the side of Casanova’s face – English turns and snaps.
English: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? JESUS CHIRST!
Kilroy: I just wanted everryoooneeee to know…. That JJ Slayer DID NOT KILL ME! And so I WILL be able to WRESTLE HERE TONIGHT IN LOUISIANA!
A chorus of boos ring out through the arena as English snatches his microphone back from Kilroy – almost causing the big man to fall backward.
English: Great, so happy for you… NO FUCK OFF!!!
Kilroy raises his hands up and slowly backs away at an agonizingly slow pace. He rolls out of the ring and backs up the ramp at a snails place eyeing English the whole time.
Foote: I think English was going to have him killed… Kilroy is lucky the boss didn't really lose his temper.
Sting: What’s he going to do lose in some strange wrestling Squid Games again?
Foote: You know English was robbed winning that Stadium Arcadium bullshit!
English lets the boos of the crowd die down – then brings the microphone back up to his lips.
English: As I was saying shit is about to shift here tonight. See Johnny Bacchus I don’t think you appreciate all the things I have done for you. I allowed you the avenue to win the Killdozer Cup and you threw the damn thing out. I gave you the ability – a perfect excuse to shed the dead weight that is Lissie Hope. I handed you the opportunity to capture one of the top titles in this entire industry. AND I am the single reason you are still the champion today… I woke up that killer inside you… I made you tap into that instinct when you cracked Matt Knox with the championship belt.
Johnny Bacchus! Johnny Bacchus! Johnny Bacchus! Chants flood the arena for the New World Champion as English smirks.
English: I know we are being protested by the religious freaks – the bible thumping weirdos who want to take this all away from you… all away from me – but there in Combat Unlimited: Lethal Trials I am GOD! The lord has given and tonight Johnny Bacchus… I promise you… the lord will take away.
English drops the microphone as his many hits.
Foote: What a threat from Casanova English. I wonder what he has in store for that ungrateful fuck Johnny Bacchus.
English steps out of the ring and looks up the ramp where Kilroy has just made it to the top. English is furious, screaming at Kilroy and pointing like a dog. Finally Kilroy gets pas the curtains and English just shakes his head and sighs heavily.
Quiet guitar backed by the void of an otherworldly noise slowly stretches throughout the arena as “Of Hangmen & Vertebrae” by Iapetus cues up. It slowly builds before the crash of fast paced strings and drums bursts through it. Salem Whitlock walks out onto the stage.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring Salem Whitlock!
Sting: She had an amazing showing last month! While she didn’t walk away with the win… she really proved she belongs in CU:LT.
Whitlock’s eyes close for a brief moment as she takes a deep breath. Immediately, she marches forward to the ring. Her attention never leaves what’s in front of her. Not once are the fans acknowledged. Sliding into the ring, she immediately goes to the corner and leans back against it to wait for things to begin.
Foote: And here comes a woman who I believe is a fish out of water here in CU:LT… she is terrified of the deathmatch shit.
The intro to "Unleashed" by Epica hits the speakers and the lights dim before Adrienne steps out alongside Katie.
Anderson: Introducing, from Paris, France "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort!
Beaufort makes her way down the ramp occasionally slapping hands with fans before Adrienne rolls into the ring, Adrienne poses for the fans.
DING! DING! DING!
The match starts quick with Salem pushing Beaufort to the ropes – she bounces off and Salem hits a hip too, but Beaufort flips through and arm drags her opponent. Salem is on her knees and Beaufort comes with a dropkick and sends Beaufort outside the ring. Beaufort comes flying through the middle rope but Salem stops her in her tracks with a shoulder block and belly to belly suplexes Beaufort onto the rampway. Salem stands on the side of Beaufort’s head. Salem slams her face down onto the ramp.
Foote: These two coming out like a fart after a bowl of chili on the 4th of July – hard and fast.
Sting: Did you just fart? I’m going to fucking gag.
Salem pulls Beaufort up by her hair – but the French Rose hits a European uppercut. Beaufort with a drop toe hold and Salem’s skull pings off the metal. Salem is in the corner by the ring and steps and Beaufort comes with running knees. Beaufort pulls Salem up and tosses her under the bottom ropes. Beaufort springs off the third rope with a springboard frog splash into a cover for a quick two count.
Sting: Real back and forth action with these two. You don’t see Beaufort using the top rope too much in CU:LT.
Beaufort now with shin kicks backing Salem to the corner – she lays in some knees then dropkicks Salem. Whitlock is in the corner and Beaufort comes across the ring with a cartwheel and splashes Salem. Whitlock staggers out of the corner and eats a superkick. Beaufort covers again for a two count.
Foote: Where is this attitude coming from? Beaufort has a mean streak tonight I have never seen before.
Sting: She wants to get back in the win column after her loss to Datura for the Classic Championship.
Salem unloads with a combo of left and right before hitting a DDT on Beaufort. Salem gets on top of Beaufort and just does some ground and pound. Beaufort manages to lock in a triangle choke – Salem hoists Beaufort up and drops her with a powerbomb variation. Salem pulls Beaufort up and grabs her by the back of the head dealing knee after knee to the face. Salem hits the ropes and turns Beaufort inside out with a lariat and goes for a pin.
Sting: Beaufort kicking out at two.
Foote: Salem rearranging Beaufort’s French Rose…
Running bulldog from Salem now taking Beaufort to the canvas. Salem locks in a camel clutch – Beaufort manages to slide out from under Salem and nails a snap german suplex. Salem up but Beufort hits a judo throw and locks in an armbar. Salam flips over and rolls to her feet, shaking her arm out.
Sting: Beaufort really catching onto this thing. I think she has more experience in this match and is really working her moveset well. The last year she has been in CULT she has improved so well.
Foote: Ask her out on a date why don’t ya. Jesus Christ just call the match…
Beaufort keeps the aggression going with a flying cross body – Salem catches her and throws her away with a fall away slam. Beaufort on her knees and she eats a boot from Salem. Salem picks up Beaufort and hits more repeated knees to the face. Salem goes for one more big knees and Beaufort stops it and locks in a kneebar. Salem screams out, but eventually gets her foot ont he ropes – and she gets up Beaufort grabs the knee again swopping her over into a mouse trap pin.
1
2
3????
KICKOUTT!!!
Foote: Just a cunt hair away from winning!!!
Sting: Yeah it was um pretty close.
The crowd chants for Beaufort. She sizes Salem up getting ready to nail a shining wizard. Beaufort comes a running like a run away train slicing through the night… a she was taking he mid night train going anywhere – but Salem makes her stop believing as she cuts her off with a viscous superkick the the throat. Salem covers.
Foote: She calls that Creating Silence but this fucking crowd went wild wild west for that!
1
2
3!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH SALEM WHITLOCK!!!
Sting: What a win for Whitlock in her second appearance at CULT. Let’s head backstage for a special announcement.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring Salem Whitlock!
Sting: She had an amazing showing last month! While she didn’t walk away with the win… she really proved she belongs in CU:LT.
Whitlock’s eyes close for a brief moment as she takes a deep breath. Immediately, she marches forward to the ring. Her attention never leaves what’s in front of her. Not once are the fans acknowledged. Sliding into the ring, she immediately goes to the corner and leans back against it to wait for things to begin.
Foote: And here comes a woman who I believe is a fish out of water here in CU:LT… she is terrified of the deathmatch shit.
The intro to "Unleashed" by Epica hits the speakers and the lights dim before Adrienne steps out alongside Katie.
Anderson: Introducing, from Paris, France "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort!
Beaufort makes her way down the ramp occasionally slapping hands with fans before Adrienne rolls into the ring, Adrienne poses for the fans.
DING! DING! DING!
The match starts quick with Salem pushing Beaufort to the ropes – she bounces off and Salem hits a hip too, but Beaufort flips through and arm drags her opponent. Salem is on her knees and Beaufort comes with a dropkick and sends Beaufort outside the ring. Beaufort comes flying through the middle rope but Salem stops her in her tracks with a shoulder block and belly to belly suplexes Beaufort onto the rampway. Salem stands on the side of Beaufort’s head. Salem slams her face down onto the ramp.
Foote: These two coming out like a fart after a bowl of chili on the 4th of July – hard and fast.
Sting: Did you just fart? I’m going to fucking gag.
Salem pulls Beaufort up by her hair – but the French Rose hits a European uppercut. Beaufort with a drop toe hold and Salem’s skull pings off the metal. Salem is in the corner by the ring and steps and Beaufort comes with running knees. Beaufort pulls Salem up and tosses her under the bottom ropes. Beaufort springs off the third rope with a springboard frog splash into a cover for a quick two count.
Sting: Real back and forth action with these two. You don’t see Beaufort using the top rope too much in CU:LT.
Beaufort now with shin kicks backing Salem to the corner – she lays in some knees then dropkicks Salem. Whitlock is in the corner and Beaufort comes across the ring with a cartwheel and splashes Salem. Whitlock staggers out of the corner and eats a superkick. Beaufort covers again for a two count.
Foote: Where is this attitude coming from? Beaufort has a mean streak tonight I have never seen before.
Sting: She wants to get back in the win column after her loss to Datura for the Classic Championship.
Salem unloads with a combo of left and right before hitting a DDT on Beaufort. Salem gets on top of Beaufort and just does some ground and pound. Beaufort manages to lock in a triangle choke – Salem hoists Beaufort up and drops her with a powerbomb variation. Salem pulls Beaufort up and grabs her by the back of the head dealing knee after knee to the face. Salem hits the ropes and turns Beaufort inside out with a lariat and goes for a pin.
Sting: Beaufort kicking out at two.
Foote: Salem rearranging Beaufort’s French Rose…
Running bulldog from Salem now taking Beaufort to the canvas. Salem locks in a camel clutch – Beaufort manages to slide out from under Salem and nails a snap german suplex. Salem up but Beufort hits a judo throw and locks in an armbar. Salam flips over and rolls to her feet, shaking her arm out.
Sting: Beaufort really catching onto this thing. I think she has more experience in this match and is really working her moveset well. The last year she has been in CULT she has improved so well.
Foote: Ask her out on a date why don’t ya. Jesus Christ just call the match…
Beaufort keeps the aggression going with a flying cross body – Salem catches her and throws her away with a fall away slam. Beaufort on her knees and she eats a boot from Salem. Salem picks up Beaufort and hits more repeated knees to the face. Salem goes for one more big knees and Beaufort stops it and locks in a kneebar. Salem screams out, but eventually gets her foot ont he ropes – and she gets up Beaufort grabs the knee again swopping her over into a mouse trap pin.
1
2
3????
KICKOUTT!!!
Foote: Just a cunt hair away from winning!!!
Sting: Yeah it was um pretty close.
The crowd chants for Beaufort. She sizes Salem up getting ready to nail a shining wizard. Beaufort comes a running like a run away train slicing through the night… a she was taking he mid night train going anywhere – but Salem makes her stop believing as she cuts her off with a viscous superkick the the throat. Salem covers.
Foote: She calls that Creating Silence but this fucking crowd went wild wild west for that!
1
2
3!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH SALEM WHITLOCK!!!
Sting: What a win for Whitlock in her second appearance at CULT. Let’s head backstage for a special announcement.
Karl Childers is backstage dressed in an orange suit, he smirks as the crowd gives her a mixed reaction. He clears his throat before speaking.
Childers: Tonight we are adding a new member to the announce table. An alumni here in CULT. Joining Boot Fuckin’ Bill Foote and Stacy Sting is none other than Serena Riot.
Chaos by Hollywood Undead hits and Serena Riot comes stomping out on stage to a roar from the crowd. Riot frames her face with her hands highlighting her face paint as the camera zooms in before she joins Foote and Sting at the announce table.
Sting: Hello, welcome to the team.
Foote: Fuck, shit is going ot ger cramped. My leg room is going to be all fucked up. If I get a blood clot it’s on you.
Riot: You’ll be fine ya diabetic old fuck face. So what’s next? I can’t wait to call my first match.
Sting: They are just adding massive tubs to the side of the ring where gators will swim trying to chomp The Heartkillers or The Brothers Grimm.
Riot: What the fuck…
Childers: Tonight we are adding a new member to the announce table. An alumni here in CULT. Joining Boot Fuckin’ Bill Foote and Stacy Sting is none other than Serena Riot.
Chaos by Hollywood Undead hits and Serena Riot comes stomping out on stage to a roar from the crowd. Riot frames her face with her hands highlighting her face paint as the camera zooms in before she joins Foote and Sting at the announce table.
Sting: Hello, welcome to the team.
Foote: Fuck, shit is going ot ger cramped. My leg room is going to be all fucked up. If I get a blood clot it’s on you.
Riot: You’ll be fine ya diabetic old fuck face. So what’s next? I can’t wait to call my first match.
Sting: They are just adding massive tubs to the side of the ring where gators will swim trying to chomp The Heartkillers or The Brothers Grimm.
Riot: What the fuck…
Anderson: The following contest is an Alligator Alley Deathmatch for the Double Homicide Championships! First coming to the ring the challengers The Brothers Grimm.
"Crows" by The Plot in You begins playing and both men make their way out. Jack runs to both ends of the stage, screaming at the top of his lungs to amp up the crowd while Nero calmly interacts with the fans by touching all of their hands and talking to them. Jack runs past Nero and across the platform over the gator tank into the ring where he hops onto the far right corner turnbuckle and throws his arms up. Nero follows behind and jumps onto the second rope and smiles at the crowd with his arms opened wide.
Sting: These fellas are pulled right from a fairy tale.
Riot: I like what they have going on. I hear they make giant toads croak. A couple gators are nothing.
Foote: I hope they get their asses ate up.
The lights blink out, darkness sweeping the arena as World's End Valentine begins, the regal strings echoing. The build begins, the music shifts to malevolent chiptune, as a pair of red spotlights beam down upon each side of the entryway. Haru Niijima stands to the left, Kaede Iruma to the right, their eyes forward. Niijima scowls at the crowd, while Iruma gives them a playful smirk. The two turn to one another, approaching the aisle and meeting for an explosive fist bump.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring they are the Double Homicide Champions… THE HEARTKILLERS!!!
The crowd jeers as they begin the walk to the ring, Haru giving the fans a disinterested look as Kaede teases high-fives before pulling her hand back at the last second and showing a championship into the face of young fans mockingly.
Haru takes the platform over the gator tank and steps to the apron unclipping her championship from her waist, while Kaede dashes across and jumps over the top rope – somersaulting into the ring.
Riot: I am not so sure this was the right match for me to call for my first one. I am vegan for the love of god.
Sting: English pays well to ignore your morals.
Foote: Trick is not to have any in the first place.
They climb adjacent turnbuckles, Haru bowing her head in a moment of pre-match meditation. Kaede flicks her ponytails with a pair of middle fingers, before hopping back to the canvas to await the opening bell. Referee Tom Garcia holds up the titles before passing them over to the time keeper who gingerly crossed the bridge to the ramp.
DING! DING! DING!
The camera has a top down shot with the ring surrounded by water and huge alligators swimming around – meat hangs into the water from the apron causing the animals to nip at the ring with their massive jaws.
Sting: The Heartkillers are the most dominant team in CULT since Three Ring Barney and tonight they have a chance to cement themselves as one of the tag team division greats.
Foote: The Hearkillers are unstoppable The Brothers Grimm will be off sucking Cinderella’s toes in no time…
Jack and Nero start things off with heavy strikes on Iruma and Haru. Jack spikes an elbow into the top of Haru’s head. Nero hits a German suplex on Haru. The Heartkillers are back up and hit stereo dropkicks on The Brothers Grimm. Jack with a kick to the gut of Iruma, a spinning backfist from Jack drops Iruma. Nero has Haru all tied up – he releases her and Jack hits a superkick before Nero grabs her again slamming her to the ground with a spinebuster.
Riot: Really nice team work here by The Brothers Grimm, they must have been studying the champions.
Iruma with a shin kick to Nero – he hits her with a European Uppercut and Jack slams her with a German suplex. Jack and Nero fist bump in the middle of the ring and the crowd pops. Just then Iruma and Haru nail Jack and Nero at the same time with low blows causing the brothers to vomit on the canvas.
Foote: Vomit inducing sack punches from the champions.
Iruma with an arm drag on Jack, then a tilt-a-whirl head scissors – followed up with a shotgun dropkick. Haru with a running knee smash on Nero, then a spinning discus forearm – all followed up with a front missile drop kick. Haru and Iruma fist bump, mocking their challengers.
Foote: Heartkilling it here tonight! These two are going to make me so much money, do you have any idea how much of my life savings I have thrown away betting on this shit. I am hopelessly addicted to gambling at this point… all online… I don’t even have the decency of going and touching a real slot machine.
Iruma is pushing Jack under the bottom rope with her two feet. Alligator nibble through the hunks of beef just inches from Jack’s fact. Haru goes to the top rope getting ready to stop the face of Jack – but Nero pulls her off the top rope with an olympic slam. Nero runs up behind Iruma and dumps her into the water, saving his partner. Alligators spin around and swim after Iruma – she gets to the other side just in time as a set of jaws almost clamp down on her legs.
Sting: None of this can be fucking legal.
Riot: This company is going to get into so much shit with HAMS.
Foote: HAMS?
Riot: Humans Against Massacring Species!
Haru with a brainbuster on Jack and a quick cover – broken up by Nero. Haru gets the best of him too though with a fisherman neckbreaker. Jack closelines her in the back of the head then just start stomping the holy fuck out of her – that’s until Iruma comes running leaping off the backs of gators to the top rope springing off with a flying forearm to the face of Jack turning him inside out.
Sting: Scales the gators to smash the face of one half of The Brothers Grimm.
Foote: Alligator jerky is pretty fucking good honestly. We should consider making a CULT brand.
Riot: You sick fuck…
Nero hits a running knee into the face of Iruma. He hits Haru with some elbows backing her into the corner. Iruma grabs Jack from behind and pulls him back – Haru hits a superkick and Iruma German suplexes him into a pin.
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Sting: Not enough to keep the title belts around their waist.
Foote: What’s the leather on those things made from?
Nero now with a backbreaker on Iruma. He grabs Haru and spikes her with a piledriver. Nero with Iruma up on his shoulders and Jack comes flying off the top rope clotheslining her off. Jack and Nero now with a double suplex on Haru. Then a double elbow drop to keep Iruma on the canvas.
Riot: What team work here by The Brothers Grimm, putting on a bit of a clinic in Alligator Alley.
Sting: We already saw Jane Doe’s arm ripped off by an alligator on CULT:TV. Let’s hope everyone in this match is able to keep their limbs.
Jack drops a knee on Iruma keeping the pressure on. Nero pulls Haru to her feet, but she pulls him down with a jawbreaker. She money flips him through the ropes and into the water. A gator snaps at Nero but he side steps – he gets the bastard in a rear naked choke – bit the gator does a deathroll of sorts over and over and over until he and Nero are dizzy as all shit. Nero manages to swim back into the ring – just as he rolls in Haru comes off the top rope with a stomp to the chest.
Sting: Nero almost made a meal for these hungry alligators.
Riot: Honestly I am going for the alligators in this one. I hope someone learns a heard lesson tonight and that is to leave nature the fuck alone.
Jack with a lariat to Haru. He fights Iruma off with a big boot then tosses Haru clean over the top rope and into the tank of predators. Haru swims for the side but a massive gator is at her heels and before she can get out of the water she is eaten whole – swallowed by the giant.
Riot: What the fuck did I just see…
Foote: One half of the Double Homicide Champions was just devoured by a fucking alligator!
Sting: We are getting taken off the air for this shit.
Iruma looks to the water seeking her partner. The crowd is in shock – a backdrop from Nero to Iruma. Jack comes off the top with a splash. The Brothers Grimm take turns stomping the hell out of Iruma. Jack with a superkick to the stomach and Nero drives her skull down with a spike DDT. Jack pulls up by the head and he and Nero nail her with a double back breaker. Nero makes the cover.
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KICKOUT!!!
Riot: Not enough to make some new champions… and earlier Hearkillers may have taken away the ability to make more babies.
Realizing it’s not enough to get the job done, Nero yanks Iruma up to her feet and they crush the sides of her face with a double Yakuza kick. Iruma crumbles to the ground, but only gives The Brothers Grimm another two count. Double Cross arm-breakers at the same time on both arms from The Brothers Grimm. The pair taunt to the cheering crowd… referee Tom Garcia looks over the ropes into alligator alley… trying to see Haru or even the floating body of.
Foote: I think it is safe to say we already lost one half of the Double Homicide Champions… let’s have a moment of silence.
Iruma gets to her knees and is absorbing kicks for her fallen sister. Iruma rises to her feet and starts delivering chop after chop across the chest of Jack. Kaede nails a Kawaii Cutter on Jack then points to Nero who locks her up in bear hug she quickly stops with a clap to the ears. Jack is disoriented and Kaede swings him to the corner and runs behind him nailing a Yakuza kick.
Foote: Not a single Yakuza affiliation for Kaede Iruma!
Kaede taks the top rope getting ready for the backflipping stop – but Jack takes her off the top with a reverse Death Valley Driver. Suddenly an Alligator surfaces… a massive one – and rolls over onto his belly. The belly pulsates…. Rising and falling, rising and falling. Jack tosses Iruma to the ropes and tosses her in the air over his shoulder – Nero jumps and drags her down – her chest rattling off his spikes knees. Just as the impact is made with The Brothers Grimm finisher a blade sticks up out of the alligator’s stomach.
Riot: That’s a bokken! That’s Haru Niijima back from the dead.
Haru Niijima rips herself from the guts of the gator, she is covered in blood and guts and locks eyes with Jack and Nero. She drops the sword and flies into the ring.
Riot: This is animal cruelty I did not sign up for.
Foote: Oh it’s just huntin… I am sure The Heartkillers will do the respectful thing and use every part of this beautiful animal… snout to asshole.
Haru Niijima hits the ring like a bullet speaking Jack. Nero gets up to face the alligator gut layered assassin – she drops him with a main skull kick.
Sting: Singularity kick from the champion knocks him out cold.
Haru and Iruma nail a double brainbuster on Jack. Iruma heads to the top rope as Haru pulls the body of the dead gator into the ring. She places Jack’s head inside it’s jaws. Nero staggers to his feet but Haru Niijima takes him out with some flying knees. Iruma comes off the top rope with a moonsault stomp right down on the head of the dead gator compressing the jaw down squishing Jack’s skull.
Sting: HEARTSTOPPER ULTRA TO THE HEAD OF THE ALLIGATOR!
Iruma makes the cover on Jack and Tom Garcia leaps into position to count.
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND STILL DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS THE HEARTKILLERS!!!!
Haru Niijima and Kaede Iruma rise the championships up as Nero pulls his brother’s head from the jaws of a dead beast. The champions make their way to the back as the pools around the ring are drained and the alligators are removed.
Riot: What a fucking introduction to commentary.
Foote: No one can stop The Heartkillers!
"Crows" by The Plot in You begins playing and both men make their way out. Jack runs to both ends of the stage, screaming at the top of his lungs to amp up the crowd while Nero calmly interacts with the fans by touching all of their hands and talking to them. Jack runs past Nero and across the platform over the gator tank into the ring where he hops onto the far right corner turnbuckle and throws his arms up. Nero follows behind and jumps onto the second rope and smiles at the crowd with his arms opened wide.
Sting: These fellas are pulled right from a fairy tale.
Riot: I like what they have going on. I hear they make giant toads croak. A couple gators are nothing.
Foote: I hope they get their asses ate up.
The lights blink out, darkness sweeping the arena as World's End Valentine begins, the regal strings echoing. The build begins, the music shifts to malevolent chiptune, as a pair of red spotlights beam down upon each side of the entryway. Haru Niijima stands to the left, Kaede Iruma to the right, their eyes forward. Niijima scowls at the crowd, while Iruma gives them a playful smirk. The two turn to one another, approaching the aisle and meeting for an explosive fist bump.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring they are the Double Homicide Champions… THE HEARTKILLERS!!!
The crowd jeers as they begin the walk to the ring, Haru giving the fans a disinterested look as Kaede teases high-fives before pulling her hand back at the last second and showing a championship into the face of young fans mockingly.
Haru takes the platform over the gator tank and steps to the apron unclipping her championship from her waist, while Kaede dashes across and jumps over the top rope – somersaulting into the ring.
Riot: I am not so sure this was the right match for me to call for my first one. I am vegan for the love of god.
Sting: English pays well to ignore your morals.
Foote: Trick is not to have any in the first place.
They climb adjacent turnbuckles, Haru bowing her head in a moment of pre-match meditation. Kaede flicks her ponytails with a pair of middle fingers, before hopping back to the canvas to await the opening bell. Referee Tom Garcia holds up the titles before passing them over to the time keeper who gingerly crossed the bridge to the ramp.
DING! DING! DING!
The camera has a top down shot with the ring surrounded by water and huge alligators swimming around – meat hangs into the water from the apron causing the animals to nip at the ring with their massive jaws.
Sting: The Heartkillers are the most dominant team in CULT since Three Ring Barney and tonight they have a chance to cement themselves as one of the tag team division greats.
Foote: The Hearkillers are unstoppable The Brothers Grimm will be off sucking Cinderella’s toes in no time…
Jack and Nero start things off with heavy strikes on Iruma and Haru. Jack spikes an elbow into the top of Haru’s head. Nero hits a German suplex on Haru. The Heartkillers are back up and hit stereo dropkicks on The Brothers Grimm. Jack with a kick to the gut of Iruma, a spinning backfist from Jack drops Iruma. Nero has Haru all tied up – he releases her and Jack hits a superkick before Nero grabs her again slamming her to the ground with a spinebuster.
Riot: Really nice team work here by The Brothers Grimm, they must have been studying the champions.
Iruma with a shin kick to Nero – he hits her with a European Uppercut and Jack slams her with a German suplex. Jack and Nero fist bump in the middle of the ring and the crowd pops. Just then Iruma and Haru nail Jack and Nero at the same time with low blows causing the brothers to vomit on the canvas.
Foote: Vomit inducing sack punches from the champions.
Iruma with an arm drag on Jack, then a tilt-a-whirl head scissors – followed up with a shotgun dropkick. Haru with a running knee smash on Nero, then a spinning discus forearm – all followed up with a front missile drop kick. Haru and Iruma fist bump, mocking their challengers.
Foote: Heartkilling it here tonight! These two are going to make me so much money, do you have any idea how much of my life savings I have thrown away betting on this shit. I am hopelessly addicted to gambling at this point… all online… I don’t even have the decency of going and touching a real slot machine.
Iruma is pushing Jack under the bottom rope with her two feet. Alligator nibble through the hunks of beef just inches from Jack’s fact. Haru goes to the top rope getting ready to stop the face of Jack – but Nero pulls her off the top rope with an olympic slam. Nero runs up behind Iruma and dumps her into the water, saving his partner. Alligators spin around and swim after Iruma – she gets to the other side just in time as a set of jaws almost clamp down on her legs.
Sting: None of this can be fucking legal.
Riot: This company is going to get into so much shit with HAMS.
Foote: HAMS?
Riot: Humans Against Massacring Species!
Haru with a brainbuster on Jack and a quick cover – broken up by Nero. Haru gets the best of him too though with a fisherman neckbreaker. Jack closelines her in the back of the head then just start stomping the holy fuck out of her – that’s until Iruma comes running leaping off the backs of gators to the top rope springing off with a flying forearm to the face of Jack turning him inside out.
Sting: Scales the gators to smash the face of one half of The Brothers Grimm.
Foote: Alligator jerky is pretty fucking good honestly. We should consider making a CULT brand.
Riot: You sick fuck…
Nero hits a running knee into the face of Iruma. He hits Haru with some elbows backing her into the corner. Iruma grabs Jack from behind and pulls him back – Haru hits a superkick and Iruma German suplexes him into a pin.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Not enough to keep the title belts around their waist.
Foote: What’s the leather on those things made from?
Nero now with a backbreaker on Iruma. He grabs Haru and spikes her with a piledriver. Nero with Iruma up on his shoulders and Jack comes flying off the top rope clotheslining her off. Jack and Nero now with a double suplex on Haru. Then a double elbow drop to keep Iruma on the canvas.
Riot: What team work here by The Brothers Grimm, putting on a bit of a clinic in Alligator Alley.
Sting: We already saw Jane Doe’s arm ripped off by an alligator on CULT:TV. Let’s hope everyone in this match is able to keep their limbs.
Jack drops a knee on Iruma keeping the pressure on. Nero pulls Haru to her feet, but she pulls him down with a jawbreaker. She money flips him through the ropes and into the water. A gator snaps at Nero but he side steps – he gets the bastard in a rear naked choke – bit the gator does a deathroll of sorts over and over and over until he and Nero are dizzy as all shit. Nero manages to swim back into the ring – just as he rolls in Haru comes off the top rope with a stomp to the chest.
Sting: Nero almost made a meal for these hungry alligators.
Riot: Honestly I am going for the alligators in this one. I hope someone learns a heard lesson tonight and that is to leave nature the fuck alone.
Jack with a lariat to Haru. He fights Iruma off with a big boot then tosses Haru clean over the top rope and into the tank of predators. Haru swims for the side but a massive gator is at her heels and before she can get out of the water she is eaten whole – swallowed by the giant.
Riot: What the fuck did I just see…
Foote: One half of the Double Homicide Champions was just devoured by a fucking alligator!
Sting: We are getting taken off the air for this shit.
Iruma looks to the water seeking her partner. The crowd is in shock – a backdrop from Nero to Iruma. Jack comes off the top with a splash. The Brothers Grimm take turns stomping the hell out of Iruma. Jack with a superkick to the stomach and Nero drives her skull down with a spike DDT. Jack pulls up by the head and he and Nero nail her with a double back breaker. Nero makes the cover.
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KICKOUT!!!
Riot: Not enough to make some new champions… and earlier Hearkillers may have taken away the ability to make more babies.
Realizing it’s not enough to get the job done, Nero yanks Iruma up to her feet and they crush the sides of her face with a double Yakuza kick. Iruma crumbles to the ground, but only gives The Brothers Grimm another two count. Double Cross arm-breakers at the same time on both arms from The Brothers Grimm. The pair taunt to the cheering crowd… referee Tom Garcia looks over the ropes into alligator alley… trying to see Haru or even the floating body of.
Foote: I think it is safe to say we already lost one half of the Double Homicide Champions… let’s have a moment of silence.
Iruma gets to her knees and is absorbing kicks for her fallen sister. Iruma rises to her feet and starts delivering chop after chop across the chest of Jack. Kaede nails a Kawaii Cutter on Jack then points to Nero who locks her up in bear hug she quickly stops with a clap to the ears. Jack is disoriented and Kaede swings him to the corner and runs behind him nailing a Yakuza kick.
Foote: Not a single Yakuza affiliation for Kaede Iruma!
Kaede taks the top rope getting ready for the backflipping stop – but Jack takes her off the top with a reverse Death Valley Driver. Suddenly an Alligator surfaces… a massive one – and rolls over onto his belly. The belly pulsates…. Rising and falling, rising and falling. Jack tosses Iruma to the ropes and tosses her in the air over his shoulder – Nero jumps and drags her down – her chest rattling off his spikes knees. Just as the impact is made with The Brothers Grimm finisher a blade sticks up out of the alligator’s stomach.
Riot: That’s a bokken! That’s Haru Niijima back from the dead.
Haru Niijima rips herself from the guts of the gator, she is covered in blood and guts and locks eyes with Jack and Nero. She drops the sword and flies into the ring.
Riot: This is animal cruelty I did not sign up for.
Foote: Oh it’s just huntin… I am sure The Heartkillers will do the respectful thing and use every part of this beautiful animal… snout to asshole.
Haru Niijima hits the ring like a bullet speaking Jack. Nero gets up to face the alligator gut layered assassin – she drops him with a main skull kick.
Sting: Singularity kick from the champion knocks him out cold.
Haru and Iruma nail a double brainbuster on Jack. Iruma heads to the top rope as Haru pulls the body of the dead gator into the ring. She places Jack’s head inside it’s jaws. Nero staggers to his feet but Haru Niijima takes him out with some flying knees. Iruma comes off the top rope with a moonsault stomp right down on the head of the dead gator compressing the jaw down squishing Jack’s skull.
Sting: HEARTSTOPPER ULTRA TO THE HEAD OF THE ALLIGATOR!
Iruma makes the cover on Jack and Tom Garcia leaps into position to count.
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND STILL DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS THE HEARTKILLERS!!!!
Haru Niijima and Kaede Iruma rise the championships up as Nero pulls his brother’s head from the jaws of a dead beast. The champions make their way to the back as the pools around the ring are drained and the alligators are removed.
Riot: What a fucking introduction to commentary.
Foote: No one can stop The Heartkillers!
The scene cuts to the inside of a megachurch, marble floors, a gold statue of a crucified Jesus… Father John Tippet grabbing at his nostrils like he just finished a fat line of white. He looks out at a few close members of his congregation responsible for all the dirty work he does behind the scenes to prop up fundamental Christianity.
Tippet: That fucking heathen, that sinner Casanova English thinks he can scare me into silence while he promotes violent and queer lift styles on his programming month after month. He’s melting the minds of young Americans. He is bringing forth the apocalypse. He must be stopped.
Tippert rubs his chin thinking as he looks up at his golden god and saviour.
Tippet: Nothing stops momentum quite like tragedy. We need to cause chaos. We need to sow doubt. We need to show the world just hoe dangerous the things English is doing really are. He thinks washing me in blood like a sacrifice will cause me to lose my vision… but I am not the lamb. I am the shepherd of the weak. I bring his glorious message to the masses and I will not stop until I am in every airport, every waiting room, on the radio… I will not stop til the word of god penetrates into your forsaken lives. The fans of CULT need to be saved, need to be set free and the only way to do that is to endanger someone they love. I need to break their cognitive dissonance with tragedy.
Father John Tippet licks his lips as a glass of red wine is put in front of him. He takes a light sophisticated sip.
Tippet: English needs to know he is not omnipotent. Not even in his own home, not even in a company he built. See the lord works in mysterious ways and tonight I send a message to this walking, living, breathing demon.
Tippet takes a big gulp of the wine now, swishing it around in his mouth before swallowing.
Tippet: Tonight I lay the groundwork to burn this whole violent experiment to the ground. Then I will slip into the CULT:TV slot… I’ll take these mushy malleable minds of wrestling fans and convert them into soldiers of religion… and it won’t be happening with a whisper…. It will happen with a bang.
The camera zooms in on Tippet's laughing mouth exposing his yellow teeth as the camera cuts back to the arena.
Tippet: That fucking heathen, that sinner Casanova English thinks he can scare me into silence while he promotes violent and queer lift styles on his programming month after month. He’s melting the minds of young Americans. He is bringing forth the apocalypse. He must be stopped.
Tippert rubs his chin thinking as he looks up at his golden god and saviour.
Tippet: Nothing stops momentum quite like tragedy. We need to cause chaos. We need to sow doubt. We need to show the world just hoe dangerous the things English is doing really are. He thinks washing me in blood like a sacrifice will cause me to lose my vision… but I am not the lamb. I am the shepherd of the weak. I bring his glorious message to the masses and I will not stop until I am in every airport, every waiting room, on the radio… I will not stop til the word of god penetrates into your forsaken lives. The fans of CULT need to be saved, need to be set free and the only way to do that is to endanger someone they love. I need to break their cognitive dissonance with tragedy.
Father John Tippet licks his lips as a glass of red wine is put in front of him. He takes a light sophisticated sip.
Tippet: English needs to know he is not omnipotent. Not even in his own home, not even in a company he built. See the lord works in mysterious ways and tonight I send a message to this walking, living, breathing demon.
Tippet takes a big gulp of the wine now, swishing it around in his mouth before swallowing.
Tippet: Tonight I lay the groundwork to burn this whole violent experiment to the ground. Then I will slip into the CULT:TV slot… I’ll take these mushy malleable minds of wrestling fans and convert them into soldiers of religion… and it won’t be happening with a whisper…. It will happen with a bang.
The camera zooms in on Tippet's laughing mouth exposing his yellow teeth as the camera cuts back to the arena.
Anderson: The following contest if an exploding barbedwire deathmatch for the SNUFF Championship.
The ring ropes have been replaced with barbed wire, C4 is surrounding the ring – electric shocks ready to be pulsed through the wire – turnbuckles rigged up to sparkle and snap when the timer goes off.
Foote: Lots of tear down for the fucking crew tonight between alligator pools and barbed wire ropes rigged to explode.
Strader cracks her neck as she eyes up Chaney on the other side of the ring, referee JJ Huffman raises up the SNUFF Championship.
DING! DING! DING!
Strader smashes Chaney with a running forearm. She pushes him into the wire and wraps it around his forehead causing him to pour blood. Strader pulls Chaney from the wire then Northern Lights suplexes him into it causing sparks to fly.
Riot: Strader setting out to prove why that championship belongs to her.
Sting: Chaney had an impressive debut where he won the HIghway Robbery Ladder Match, but he might be having second guesses about cashing in early into this bout.
Chaney strikes at Strader as he moves blood from his eyes but Strader hits a DDT while Chaney is on his knees. She taunts to the cheering crowd as Chaney gets to his feet only to eat a massive superkick that snaps his head back.
Foote: Strader having her way with Chaney… fuck it sign me up next. This woman could do whatever she wants to me. Send an electrical current through my nips!
Strader grabs Chaney by the wrist before he falls backward completely and hits an exploder suplex into barbedwire ropes once again. Sparks fly as Chaney’s body gets caught up in the barbed webbing. Strader wraps Chaney’s face in the wire – then backs up, runs and dropkicks the barbs into the face of Chaney.
Riot: Strader is completely dominating this match.
Sting: Show some mercy end it before the timer goes off.
Strader pulls Chaney from the ropes and nails a Sister Abigail – then scoops him back up and hits a pedigree.
Foote: Blackened, followed by Strader Style… Chaney is fucked.
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND STILL SNUFF CHAMPION VERONICA STRADER!!!!
She hoists the championship up as her music plays and she makes her way to the back… when she reaches the top of the ramp through about 12 masked men come out of the crowd and start stomping a hole in Chaney.
Foote: What in the fucking hell is this.
One man cuffs Chaney and two others hold his arms as another masked man launches chair shots into the already bloody skull of Chaney. The crowd is booing loudly as the masked team continues the beat down.
Sting: It looks like Strader wants to help.
Riot: She has to stop this.
Just as she is about to run she is dragged backward with a leaping back stabber into a dragon sleeper. Max Daemon holds on choking the champion out cold.
Foote: Fuck yes, Max Daemon with the Devil Trigger – it’s time he claimed his stop back on top of the SNUFF division. Maybe this whole attack is his doing.
Max grabs the SNUFF Championship and raises it above Strader with a foot on her chest as the crowd cheers. He slams it on the ground letting the masked weirdos do what they want with Chaney.
Sting: It’ll be Max Daemon vs Veronica Strader at Bible Belt Beatings – but back to what the hell is happening in the ring.
One of the masked men has taken a large red button from the time keeper as two other henchmen cracks the sides of Chaney’s skull sandwiching it between two chairs. All the masked men leave the ring now and walk up the ramp. When they reach the top of the ramp one of the men pushes the button and all the pyro goes off. All the C4 around the ring blasts so hard you can feel the roof of the arena lift up. The turnbuckles and ropes shoot fire… the smoke is thick and when it clears Chaney is in the center of the ring charred and not moving.
Riot: WHAT THE FUCK DID WE JUST SEE! Some just tried to, or may have succeeded in killing Chaney.
Foote: It’s a tragedy Riot.. God works in mysterious ways.
The medical team rushes the ring with fire extinguishers and starts checking on Chaney as the scene fades to the back.
The ring ropes have been replaced with barbed wire, C4 is surrounding the ring – electric shocks ready to be pulsed through the wire – turnbuckles rigged up to sparkle and snap when the timer goes off.
Foote: Lots of tear down for the fucking crew tonight between alligator pools and barbed wire ropes rigged to explode.
Strader cracks her neck as she eyes up Chaney on the other side of the ring, referee JJ Huffman raises up the SNUFF Championship.
DING! DING! DING!
Strader smashes Chaney with a running forearm. She pushes him into the wire and wraps it around his forehead causing him to pour blood. Strader pulls Chaney from the wire then Northern Lights suplexes him into it causing sparks to fly.
Riot: Strader setting out to prove why that championship belongs to her.
Sting: Chaney had an impressive debut where he won the HIghway Robbery Ladder Match, but he might be having second guesses about cashing in early into this bout.
Chaney strikes at Strader as he moves blood from his eyes but Strader hits a DDT while Chaney is on his knees. She taunts to the cheering crowd as Chaney gets to his feet only to eat a massive superkick that snaps his head back.
Foote: Strader having her way with Chaney… fuck it sign me up next. This woman could do whatever she wants to me. Send an electrical current through my nips!
Strader grabs Chaney by the wrist before he falls backward completely and hits an exploder suplex into barbedwire ropes once again. Sparks fly as Chaney’s body gets caught up in the barbed webbing. Strader wraps Chaney’s face in the wire – then backs up, runs and dropkicks the barbs into the face of Chaney.
Riot: Strader is completely dominating this match.
Sting: Show some mercy end it before the timer goes off.
Strader pulls Chaney from the ropes and nails a Sister Abigail – then scoops him back up and hits a pedigree.
Foote: Blackened, followed by Strader Style… Chaney is fucked.
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND STILL SNUFF CHAMPION VERONICA STRADER!!!!
She hoists the championship up as her music plays and she makes her way to the back… when she reaches the top of the ramp through about 12 masked men come out of the crowd and start stomping a hole in Chaney.
Foote: What in the fucking hell is this.
One man cuffs Chaney and two others hold his arms as another masked man launches chair shots into the already bloody skull of Chaney. The crowd is booing loudly as the masked team continues the beat down.
Sting: It looks like Strader wants to help.
Riot: She has to stop this.
Just as she is about to run she is dragged backward with a leaping back stabber into a dragon sleeper. Max Daemon holds on choking the champion out cold.
Foote: Fuck yes, Max Daemon with the Devil Trigger – it’s time he claimed his stop back on top of the SNUFF division. Maybe this whole attack is his doing.
Max grabs the SNUFF Championship and raises it above Strader with a foot on her chest as the crowd cheers. He slams it on the ground letting the masked weirdos do what they want with Chaney.
Sting: It’ll be Max Daemon vs Veronica Strader at Bible Belt Beatings – but back to what the hell is happening in the ring.
One of the masked men has taken a large red button from the time keeper as two other henchmen cracks the sides of Chaney’s skull sandwiching it between two chairs. All the masked men leave the ring now and walk up the ramp. When they reach the top of the ramp one of the men pushes the button and all the pyro goes off. All the C4 around the ring blasts so hard you can feel the roof of the arena lift up. The turnbuckles and ropes shoot fire… the smoke is thick and when it clears Chaney is in the center of the ring charred and not moving.
Riot: WHAT THE FUCK DID WE JUST SEE! Some just tried to, or may have succeeded in killing Chaney.
Foote: It’s a tragedy Riot.. God works in mysterious ways.
The medical team rushes the ring with fire extinguishers and starts checking on Chaney as the scene fades to the back.
The rumbling of fans stamping their feet in excitement, in anticipation for whats to come. It shakes the foundation of the backstage area just so slightly. This is where we find JD, not up to any of his normal antics instead he was just sitting on a bench, wrapping his wrists. The scowl was on his face, the one that never left and before he even gives the camera any attention he starts speaking.
JD Driftwood: Everyone in this fuckin’ match wants to sell you some kind of lies, some kind of false fucking bullshit in order to further their own bitchass agenda. They’ll lie straight to your fuckin’ face and most of you all just eat it up like it’s gospel. But it ain’t, it just snake juice sold by CW knockoff fucks. They’ll tell you their doing this for you, that they’re trying to set the example, all while missing whats right in front of they own fuckin’ faces.
His voice was calm, more steady than usual as he wrapped up his fingers and looked up into the camera with one eye, his beard already glistening with sweat that can only be obtained in the swamp asses of Louisiana.
JD Driftwood: Now everyone else, they’ll stand there and talk your fuckin’ ear off, just pleading that you get on their side, or you see what they bring to the table. The loudest bitch doesn’t always have the largest bite, but when it comes to these five motherfuckers you’d think they was all pups, first time let off the leash. The way they suck eachother off, jerk their own cocks, and just make a mockery of what's been done in this company. They ain’t shit… But me?
He turns his full attention up to the camera as he cracks his knuckles and then his neck, his voice changes as well, the twang intensifies and the anger begins to seep out of his scars.
JD Driftwood: Me I don’t give a good god damn fuck about any of you! And y’all don’t give a fuck about me either, you cheer me, boo me, doesn’t make no god damn difference to me! And it don’t make no fucking difference to you because you all know exactly where I stand…For professional fucking wrestling! I aint tryina make friends, I aint castin’ alliances and shit like this was some fuckin survivor bullshit that you’d see on some old cunts TV. No… Everytime I step foot in that motherfucker I go balls out, and sometimes? I get my shit kicked in! JJ got me, he did! So fuckin what? This is wrestling, and i’m just around the corner bitchtits ready to take your fucking head off! This match aint about gettin’ a shot at ol Backass, Backass can sit and fuckin’ spin for all I give a shit. This is about beating every fuckin’ ass that gets in my way, and not stopping until theres no one left!
Smacking his knees, JD Stands up before giving himself a good smack along the jaw, and then again with the opposite hand.
JD Driftwood: LETS FUCKIN GO!
JD Driftwood: Everyone in this fuckin’ match wants to sell you some kind of lies, some kind of false fucking bullshit in order to further their own bitchass agenda. They’ll lie straight to your fuckin’ face and most of you all just eat it up like it’s gospel. But it ain’t, it just snake juice sold by CW knockoff fucks. They’ll tell you their doing this for you, that they’re trying to set the example, all while missing whats right in front of they own fuckin’ faces.
His voice was calm, more steady than usual as he wrapped up his fingers and looked up into the camera with one eye, his beard already glistening with sweat that can only be obtained in the swamp asses of Louisiana.
JD Driftwood: Now everyone else, they’ll stand there and talk your fuckin’ ear off, just pleading that you get on their side, or you see what they bring to the table. The loudest bitch doesn’t always have the largest bite, but when it comes to these five motherfuckers you’d think they was all pups, first time let off the leash. The way they suck eachother off, jerk their own cocks, and just make a mockery of what's been done in this company. They ain’t shit… But me?
He turns his full attention up to the camera as he cracks his knuckles and then his neck, his voice changes as well, the twang intensifies and the anger begins to seep out of his scars.
JD Driftwood: Me I don’t give a good god damn fuck about any of you! And y’all don’t give a fuck about me either, you cheer me, boo me, doesn’t make no god damn difference to me! And it don’t make no fucking difference to you because you all know exactly where I stand…For professional fucking wrestling! I aint tryina make friends, I aint castin’ alliances and shit like this was some fuckin survivor bullshit that you’d see on some old cunts TV. No… Everytime I step foot in that motherfucker I go balls out, and sometimes? I get my shit kicked in! JJ got me, he did! So fuckin what? This is wrestling, and i’m just around the corner bitchtits ready to take your fucking head off! This match aint about gettin’ a shot at ol Backass, Backass can sit and fuckin’ spin for all I give a shit. This is about beating every fuckin’ ass that gets in my way, and not stopping until theres no one left!
Smacking his knees, JD Stands up before giving himself a good smack along the jaw, and then again with the opposite hand.
JD Driftwood: LETS FUCKIN GO!
Sting: Things don’t get much bigger than this - six enter with a chance, three leave with an opportunity. Get pinned, tap out, or lose consciousness, and you walk away with nothing. Withstand the pain - the punishment - and persevere and you just may see the big Gold in your future. Two have held that title - they know what it means to capture the gold, and how hard it can be to hold onto. On one side we have Matthew Knox, Lissie Hope, and the ever cordial, KiLROY himself. On the other? JD Driftwood and JJ Slayer who have literally been at each other's throats for months wrestling for dominance accompanied by Grace Leary.
Foote: Like a pancake between two muffins.
Sting: That’s not something you just said.
Foote: What? She's smaller than them.
DING! DING! DING!
The toll of the bell reverberates in the air, lost quickly in the cheers from cultists the packed into the Pete Maravich Assembly Center. In the ring, JJ Slayer and Matthew Knox slowly circle, each one staring into their opponent, looking for any weaknesses, any opportunity they can exploit. They tie up in the center of the ring. As they engage, their strength is put to the test, with Knox standing slightly taller but JJ possessing a more imposing physique. But in the blink of an eye, Knox's veteran instincts kick in. Drawing upon his years of experience, he formulates a plan. Rather than risk an inch, Knox delivers a thunderous headbutt, stunning JJ momentarily.
Seizing the opportunity, Knox swiftly transitions into a short single-leg takedown, taking JJ by surprise. The audience gasps as Knox rolls over, his every movement calculated and precise, aiming for a rapid pin that could end the match in an instant.
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Sting: Wise maneuver: keep his strength and speed at bay.
As the relentless assault from Matt intensifies, an unexpected twist occurs - the blows seem to have an adverse effect on JJ Slayer. Undeterred, JJ sits up, casting aside the impact of a right hand and engaging in a tense lock-up with his taller opponent. Using his own opponent as leverage, JJ gradually maneuvers his way back to his feet. With a deafening roar, he unleashes his power, hoisting Knox high overhead in a ground-shaking belly-to-belly suplex. Despite the punishing impact, Knox refuses to stay down, determined to retaliate. However, his efforts only lead him back into the clutches of JJ Slayer, who effortlessly wraps him in his arms once again. Embracing the opportunity, JJ unleashes a second devastating suplex, launching Knox on a spine-tingling ride aboard the suplex express.
As JJ rises, a sharp slap lands on his back, jolting him out of his momentary triumph. Turning around, he finds himself face-to-face with his own partner, JD Driftwood. A sneer adorns Driftwood's face as he cunningly ducks under the top rope, but JJ has some choice words for his impromptu partner.
Foote: A tag means get out of the ring.
Sting: I think it works a little differently when you’re working as a team rather than in a team.
Foote: Potato tomato.
As Slayer exits the ring, Driftwood redirects his attention towards Knox, only to realize that his opponent has seized the opportunity to recover and devise a counterattack strategy. Knox initiates the assault with a jab, swiftly followed by a cross, both of which Driftwood manages to block with relative ease. However, the element of surprise strikes as Knox delivers a powerful spinning backhand that successfully pushes the larger man backward. Recognizing the opening, Knox swiftly transitions to a more stable stance, delivering stiff, bone-crushing kicks aimed at Driftwood's shins, causing him to drop down to one knee in agony. Just as Knox prepares to capitalize on his advantage, Driftwood suddenly springs back to life, launching a powerful bell clap that levels Knox. Clutching the back of his head, which forcefully rebounded off the canvas, Knox struggles to recover.
Foote: The power of JD Driftwood is unreal.
Meanwhile, Driftwood turns back to JJ, letting him know that was how it was done. He turns and is again immediately thwarted as he finds himself at the receiving end of a relentless barrage of strikes from the Raven. The force of the onslaught staggers Driftwood, putting him on his heels once again. Knox charges forward, capitalizing on Driftwood's momentary vulnerability. Driftwood winds up for a retaliatory swing, but Knox expertly ducks under the attack, rebounding off the ropes before propelling himself forward. With incredible momentum, he drives his shoulder into Driftwood, sending him crashing to the mat. The impact leaves Driftwood dazed and disoriented.
Sensing an opportunity, Matt makes the tag, passing the baton to Lissie. The crowd erupts in a deafening roar, echoing their unwavering support of Blackheart as she mounts the top rope.
Sting: Listen to those fans: Hope-a-mania is alive!
As JD makes it back to his feet, he finds a two-boot invitation to return to the mat. Lissie wastes no time, promptly yanking JD upright and delivering a forceful forearm strike that further pushes him backward. The Blackheart quickly positions herself in the opposite corner, however, little does she know, JJ Slayer has returned the hard back slap that announces his presence and establishes himself as the legal competitor. As Lissie charges forward, JJ swiftly positions himself between the two, hoisting Lissie onto his shoulders with effortless strength. In one fluid motion, JJ executes a breathtaking rotation, transitioning Lissie into a spine-tingling death valley driver. Lissie scrambles away as JJ turns back to his partner.
SLAYER: You’re welcome.
JD flips him the bird as Lissie tags in a very surprised Kilroy. Having witnessed her success, he turns to the audience who eggs him on to enter the ring, enraged. Kilroy hops from the apron, approaching the nearest fan, a man wearing a Datura #Classic t-shirt.
Other Way! Other Way! Other Way!
The fans begin to chant as Kilroy protests their desire to see him meet that same fate then immediately boo as he shoves the man backwards, causing him to drop down into his seat. The collective disappointment of the audience reverberates throughout the arena, manifesting in a chorus of boos. Undeterred by the negative reaction, Kilroy continues his tirade, berating and isolating the individual who dared to challenge him. In response, the surrounding fans express their displeasure, pelting Kilroy with debris as a form of protest. Witnessing the scene unfold, JJ Slayer, fueled by a sense of justice, decides to intervene. He exits the ring, aiming to confront Kilroy and bring him into the heart of the action. However, Kilroy resists, forcefully shoving JJ backward, preventing him from intervening before stepping over the barrier, towering over the seated fan.
Foote: I don’t think he realizes that was Slayer.
JJ takes a moment to assess the unfolding situation, weighing his options carefully. Meanwhile, Kilroy's provocative actions continue to incite and irritate the already passionate fans. Suddenly, a surge ripples through the audience, prompting one fan to reach forward and pull the man out of harm's way. Confused, Kilroy turns to investigate why the man was saved, only to witness JJ Slayer soaring over the barricade, before delivering a devastating flying forearm that connects with unrelenting force. The surrounding audience, caught up in the electrifying spectacle, becomes embroiled in their own skirmishes, fighting amongst themselves for a chance to get closer to the chaotic brawl. While Kilroy swings in retaliation, JJ seizes the opportunity to gain control. Skillfully maneuvering, he grabs hold of Kilroy, ramming him into the barricade. Stepping back, JJ shares a triumphant moment with the fan who assisted him, slapping hands in gratitude, before swiftly following up with a thunderous clothesline that sends Kilroy sprawling back towards the ringside area.
With a sense of urgency, Kilroy manages to slide back into the safety of the ring, momentarily out of JJ Slayer's reach. However, as JJ moves closer, he finds himself faced with the imposing figure of Knox, strategically positioned between him and the ring. Huffman issues a warning, prompting Knox to raise his hands in a gesture of surrender. Stepping aside, he clears the path for JJ to reenter the ring.
Sting: Knox, wisely giving his teammate room to breathe.
Sure enough, as Slayer slips into the ring, Kilroy's frenzy reaches a fever pitch. His assault consists of an onslaught of stomps, kicks, stomps, kicks and even more stomps and kicks, overwhelming JJ Slayer. In a desperate attempt to shield himself from the flurry of strikes, Slayer instinctively covers up, hoping to mitigate the damage. Huffman attempts to intervene, issuing a warning to Kilroy. Unperturbed, Kilroy defiantly shoves Huffman aside. Exploiting Slayer's position, Kilroy delivers a vicious stomp to the head, followed by a targeted kick to the midsection. Slayer's defensive maneuvers begin to falter as shot after shot breaches his defenses, finding their mark. The relentless flurry seems poised to reach its climax, with a kick aimed directly at Slayer's exposed face. However, before the blow can land, Driftwood intercedes, executing a thunderous double ax-handle strike directly onto the back of the towering Kilroy. The impact momentarily halts Kilroy's assault, granting Slayer a brief respite.
The chaos escalates as Lissie retaliates, unleashing a blistering rolling elbow that propels Driftwood backward. In a stunning display of agility, Grace executes a high-flying DDT, dispatching Hope to the mat. The arrival of Knox into the ring further amplifies the pandemonium, throwing the contest into a state of complete disarray. Huffman valiantly struggles to regain control of the mayhem, striving to restore order amidst the frenzied clashes unfolding before him.
Foote: It’s all out chaos in there!
In his element, Kilroy becomes an unstoppable force, ruthlessly dispatching anyone who dares to cross his path. With brute force, he launches a barrage of bone-crushing headbutts, targeting each opponent with unwavering precision. First, Driftwood falls victim to the devastating onslaught, followed by Hope. He catches the incoming Leary, lifts her up as if going for an Atomic Drop, only to dump her over the top. Turning to the next target, he grabs Knox by the shoulders, but a well-timed kick to the midsection finds its mark, momentarily halting his rampage. The Raven hits a double arm DDT that sends Kilroy crashing to the canvas. In the midst of the chaos, Knox screams down at his fallen partner.
KNOX: What the fuck are you doing?
LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP - CLAP - CLAP!
LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
The ring finally begins to clear up and Huffman regains a semblance of control. Grace Leary is in the ring for the first time as the legal competitor, squaring off against the recovering Kilroy. Bearing down on her, he lashes out with a kick, but she skillfully catches the incoming shot, halting Kilroy's momentum. She shifts her bodyweight downwards and to the side, wrenching Kilroy by his leg and sending him sprawling with a dragon screw. Taking advantage of Kilroy's disorientation, Grace maintains her grip on his leg, flipping over and crashing down upon him with a forceful senton. The impact of her weight against Kilroy's body is palpable, further driving any breath from his lungs. Seizing the opportunity, Grace moves to secure the pin, aiming to claim victory and turn the tide in her team's favor. The crowd watches in anticipation as Huffman slides into position.
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Grace quickly makes a tag, seamlessly transitioning JD Driftwood back into the ring. As Driftwood steps through the ropes, a determined expression etches itself across his face. Kilroy, however, remains momentarily unaware of his presence, his back turned to his oncoming opponent. With clenched fists and gritted teeth, JD steadily closes the distance, fully intent on inflicting damage upon Kilroy. Yet, before JD can launch his intended assault, Kilroy unexpectedly whirls around, unleashing a stunning and unexpected bicycle kick that connects with jaw-dropping precision.
Sting: HOLLYWOOD COSIGN! HOLY SHIT!
With JD down on his knee, a sinister smile slips across Kilroys face. He signals that the end is near. However, before he can capitalize, JD surges forward, propelling himself towards Kilroy with a powerful blow of his own.
FOOT: PEZ DISPENSER!
Flipping Kilroy head over heels, JD slides in for the cover and Huffman moves in to make the count. At their corner, Knox can’t help but shake his head in disappointment.
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Childers: Kilroy has been eliminated!
JD shoves himself to his feet. Turning back to his tag team partners, quickly showing them how to count to one before facing his next opponent. Lissie Hope steps into the ring, looking to even the odds. Driftwood beckons her forward, and the Blackheart, never one to back down, happily accepts his dance invitation. There is commotion ringside as, having recovered, Kilroy has continued his pursuit of the fan, who is now quickly fleeing through the arena. Driftwood catches Lissie’s foot, followed by an enziguri. She refuses to allow Driftwood to recover, wrapping her arms around his head in a powerful muay thai clinch. With precision and agility, she delivers a rapid succession of knee strikes that bring Driftwood down onto his back, leaving him gasping for breath.
Let’s go Lissie! Let’s go Lissie! Let’s go Lissie!
Sensing the opportune moment, Lissie seizes the chance to go for the pin, capitalizing on Kilroy's weakened state.
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In a heart-pounding moment, JD Driftwood summons every ounce of strength to execute a narrow kickout, narrowly escaping Lissie's pin attempt. With a sense of urgency, Lissie quickly drags JD towards their corner, signaling for a tag out to Matthew Knox.
Seamlessly coordinated, Knox and Lissie begin to work in perfect harmony, employing their tag team prowess to gain the upper hand. Lissie drops down to make Driftwood leapfrog to avoid tripping only to catch a two-step side kick directly to the throat, courtesy of Matthew Knox. The impact leaves Driftwood gasping for breath and disoriented, the faint sound of birds chirping in his ears. Staggering forward, Driftwood finds himself ensnared by Knox. With a grunt, Knox hoists JD up and over onto his back with a stunning exploder suplex. He quickly covers, bridging his hips to help push Driftwood’s shoulders down.
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JD Driftwood defies the odds and manages to kick out. Rapidly adapting to the situation, Knox adjusts his strategy in an instant. Seizing JD's ankle, he stands upright, utilizing his leverage to apply excruciating pressure, attempting to twist a victory from the very ligament itself. Howls of pain escape JD's lips as he desperately extends his hand, reaching for the nearby rope. Yet, it remains agonizingly out of his grasp, teasingly just beyond reach. Knox, crouching down, intensifies the twisting motion, mercilessly torquing the joint, pushing JD to his limits. The cultist stamp their feet, cheering the combatants on.
Sensing the dire situation her partner is in, Grace Leary springs into action, breaking up the hold. Huffman confronts her, allowing Matt to once again tag in Hope.
Sting: This is an incredible strategy: they’re down a man but evening the odds by keeping the powerhouse isolated and down.
Mounting the second rope while Knox restrains JD Driftwood's arms, limiting his defense, Lissie leaps off the ropes, snaring JD's head in mid-air before forcefully driving him down with a thunderous tornado DDT. With remarkable fluidity, Lissie regains her footing, wasting no time in unleashing a series of quick forearm strikes. First, she targets Slayer, before pivoting her attention to Grace, catching her off guard with a forceful blow. Sensing the mounting tension and the desire for retaliation, referee Huffman promptly steps between the competitors, acting as a barrier to prevent further escalation. His intervention allows Knox and Lissie to maintain control, relentlessly focusing their onslaught on the downed JD Driftwood.
Once they relent, Huffman turns his attention back to Knox, reminding him once again that he is not the legal competitor. A brief exchange of disagreement ensues, with Knox arguing his case. Lissie capitalizes on the distraction, raking JD's eyes with her nails.
Foote: I think Driftwood’s time might be over, Lissie setting up for the Crown of Thorns.
Lissie hooks his left arm, reaching for the right but Driftwood is battling back. She struggles, but he begins to power through….
Foote: ALABAMA SLAM!
Sting: LISSIE IS DOWN! DRIFTWOOD IS DOWN! WHO IS GOING TO GET UP FIRST!
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Sting: LISSIE UP - SHE MAKES THE TAG!
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Knox moves quick, looking to intercept the big man. He goes for the ankle, but Driftwood kicks him back, but the Raven refuses to quit. Matt grabs the ankle again, pulling the big man back, but Driftwood rolls over onto his back, lashing out with his full boot catching Knox square on the chin. He turns back towards the corner - the air crackling with excitement as Driftwood's leap propels him towards the corner, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Foote: DRIFTWOOD MAKES THE TAG!!! HERE COMES SLAYER!!
A scoop slam plants Knox down. Lissie goes for the double team but receives one of her own and JJ Slayer channels his inner warrior spirit, letting out a resounding shout that echoes throughout the arena, the cultists coming to their feet.
Sting: JJ is fired up!
Foote: But Knox is right there!
With relentless intensity, Knox delivers a fierce gut punch that halts Slayer's momentum in its tracks. The impact momentarily staggers the formidable competitor. Seizing the opportunity, Knox grabs his wrist then unleashes a devastating discus elbow strike, further dazing Slayer. Knox swiftly maneuvers, pulling him up onto his shoulders. The ravenous fans hold their breath, fully aware of the impending danger that looms over Slayer.
Sting: Into the voi-NO!!
Slayer miraculously lands on his feet, evading Knox's finishing blow. He retaliates with a stinging short elbow strike, catching the veteran off guard. Slayer seizes the moment, scooping him up onto his shoulders. However, before Slayer can fully capitalize on his advantage, Lissie enters the ring, aiming to intercept and disrupt their plans. In a display of remarkable timing, Grace outmaneuvers Lissie, springing into action a step quicker. With incredible force, she repels Lissie into the corner with a shotgun dropkick, propelling her back and causing the Blackheart to land unceremoniously on her bottom. At the same time, Slayer forcefully plants Knox into the mat with authority.
Foote: THE PATH OF DESTRUCTION.
The combination of explosive moves causes more chaos to erupt ringside.
LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP - CLAP - CLAP!
LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
Without wasting a second, he moves to the turnbuckle, quickly ascending. Taking a breath to sight his landing, JJ Slayer leaps.
Sting: THUNDERSTRUCK!
Slayer hooks the leg, the arena deathly still now as they watch with eagle eyes. Huffman slides in to make the count.
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Childers: Knox has been eliminated!
LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP - CLAP - CLAP!
LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
Foote: Lissie Hope is all alone!
Lissie pushes herself up from the mat as Knox rolls out of the ring, leaving JJ Slayer to face his new opponent. Slayer tags in Grace Leary, who enters the ring unsteadily. Hope, fueled by a mixture of determination and desperation, launches into a flurry of strikes, aiming to gain the upper hand. However, despite her relentless assault, something about Grace's positioning continues to frustrate Lissie. The timing seems just slightly off, the distance too close then suddenly too far, making it impossible for Lissie to land a clean shot on her elusive opponent. Frustration begins to mount, but Lissie refuses to give up, finally connecting with a knee that catches Grace square in the thigh. In a sudden twist, Grace seizes the opportunity, swinging Lissie around and catching her wrist, bringing her under control. Before Lissie can react, Grace capitalizes on the opening, stepping up and elegantly hooking Lissie's leg with her own. With seamless fluidity, she rolls Lissie over in a mousetrap cradle, expertly executing the pinning maneuver.
The crowd erupts into a mix of awe and anticipation as the referee slides into position, commencing the crucial count. Lissie fights against the hold…
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Foote: It’s OVER! Grace snuck one out on the Blackheart!
Sting: But what a battle - every single one of these competitors should be absolutely proud of the battle they’ve fought!
Childers: Lissie Hope has been eliminated!
The bell rings, signaling an end to the bout. In the center of the ring, a tense standoff ensues between the two formidable competitors JJ Slayer and JD Driftwood. Their eyes lock in an intense gaze, reflecting the fire burning within their souls - the fire to fight.
The call for combat.
Huffman raises their hands in acknowledgment. As the crowd erupts with applause and cheers, their energy pulsates throughout the arena, electrifying the atmosphere. Behind the two warriors, Grace Leary stands on the center rope, basking in the adulation of the spectators. With a triumphant pose, she celebrates her win.
LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
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LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
Anderson: THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH GRACE LEARY, JJ SLAYER AND JD DRIFTWOOD!
Sting; That it! Leary, Slayer and Driftwood will challenge the winner of the next match at Bible Belt Beatings for the New World Championship!
Foote: Like a pancake between two muffins.
Sting: That’s not something you just said.
Foote: What? She's smaller than them.
DING! DING! DING!
The toll of the bell reverberates in the air, lost quickly in the cheers from cultists the packed into the Pete Maravich Assembly Center. In the ring, JJ Slayer and Matthew Knox slowly circle, each one staring into their opponent, looking for any weaknesses, any opportunity they can exploit. They tie up in the center of the ring. As they engage, their strength is put to the test, with Knox standing slightly taller but JJ possessing a more imposing physique. But in the blink of an eye, Knox's veteran instincts kick in. Drawing upon his years of experience, he formulates a plan. Rather than risk an inch, Knox delivers a thunderous headbutt, stunning JJ momentarily.
Seizing the opportunity, Knox swiftly transitions into a short single-leg takedown, taking JJ by surprise. The audience gasps as Knox rolls over, his every movement calculated and precise, aiming for a rapid pin that could end the match in an instant.
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Sting: Wise maneuver: keep his strength and speed at bay.
As the relentless assault from Matt intensifies, an unexpected twist occurs - the blows seem to have an adverse effect on JJ Slayer. Undeterred, JJ sits up, casting aside the impact of a right hand and engaging in a tense lock-up with his taller opponent. Using his own opponent as leverage, JJ gradually maneuvers his way back to his feet. With a deafening roar, he unleashes his power, hoisting Knox high overhead in a ground-shaking belly-to-belly suplex. Despite the punishing impact, Knox refuses to stay down, determined to retaliate. However, his efforts only lead him back into the clutches of JJ Slayer, who effortlessly wraps him in his arms once again. Embracing the opportunity, JJ unleashes a second devastating suplex, launching Knox on a spine-tingling ride aboard the suplex express.
As JJ rises, a sharp slap lands on his back, jolting him out of his momentary triumph. Turning around, he finds himself face-to-face with his own partner, JD Driftwood. A sneer adorns Driftwood's face as he cunningly ducks under the top rope, but JJ has some choice words for his impromptu partner.
Foote: A tag means get out of the ring.
Sting: I think it works a little differently when you’re working as a team rather than in a team.
Foote: Potato tomato.
As Slayer exits the ring, Driftwood redirects his attention towards Knox, only to realize that his opponent has seized the opportunity to recover and devise a counterattack strategy. Knox initiates the assault with a jab, swiftly followed by a cross, both of which Driftwood manages to block with relative ease. However, the element of surprise strikes as Knox delivers a powerful spinning backhand that successfully pushes the larger man backward. Recognizing the opening, Knox swiftly transitions to a more stable stance, delivering stiff, bone-crushing kicks aimed at Driftwood's shins, causing him to drop down to one knee in agony. Just as Knox prepares to capitalize on his advantage, Driftwood suddenly springs back to life, launching a powerful bell clap that levels Knox. Clutching the back of his head, which forcefully rebounded off the canvas, Knox struggles to recover.
Foote: The power of JD Driftwood is unreal.
Meanwhile, Driftwood turns back to JJ, letting him know that was how it was done. He turns and is again immediately thwarted as he finds himself at the receiving end of a relentless barrage of strikes from the Raven. The force of the onslaught staggers Driftwood, putting him on his heels once again. Knox charges forward, capitalizing on Driftwood's momentary vulnerability. Driftwood winds up for a retaliatory swing, but Knox expertly ducks under the attack, rebounding off the ropes before propelling himself forward. With incredible momentum, he drives his shoulder into Driftwood, sending him crashing to the mat. The impact leaves Driftwood dazed and disoriented.
Sensing an opportunity, Matt makes the tag, passing the baton to Lissie. The crowd erupts in a deafening roar, echoing their unwavering support of Blackheart as she mounts the top rope.
Sting: Listen to those fans: Hope-a-mania is alive!
As JD makes it back to his feet, he finds a two-boot invitation to return to the mat. Lissie wastes no time, promptly yanking JD upright and delivering a forceful forearm strike that further pushes him backward. The Blackheart quickly positions herself in the opposite corner, however, little does she know, JJ Slayer has returned the hard back slap that announces his presence and establishes himself as the legal competitor. As Lissie charges forward, JJ swiftly positions himself between the two, hoisting Lissie onto his shoulders with effortless strength. In one fluid motion, JJ executes a breathtaking rotation, transitioning Lissie into a spine-tingling death valley driver. Lissie scrambles away as JJ turns back to his partner.
SLAYER: You’re welcome.
JD flips him the bird as Lissie tags in a very surprised Kilroy. Having witnessed her success, he turns to the audience who eggs him on to enter the ring, enraged. Kilroy hops from the apron, approaching the nearest fan, a man wearing a Datura #Classic t-shirt.
Other Way! Other Way! Other Way!
The fans begin to chant as Kilroy protests their desire to see him meet that same fate then immediately boo as he shoves the man backwards, causing him to drop down into his seat. The collective disappointment of the audience reverberates throughout the arena, manifesting in a chorus of boos. Undeterred by the negative reaction, Kilroy continues his tirade, berating and isolating the individual who dared to challenge him. In response, the surrounding fans express their displeasure, pelting Kilroy with debris as a form of protest. Witnessing the scene unfold, JJ Slayer, fueled by a sense of justice, decides to intervene. He exits the ring, aiming to confront Kilroy and bring him into the heart of the action. However, Kilroy resists, forcefully shoving JJ backward, preventing him from intervening before stepping over the barrier, towering over the seated fan.
Foote: I don’t think he realizes that was Slayer.
JJ takes a moment to assess the unfolding situation, weighing his options carefully. Meanwhile, Kilroy's provocative actions continue to incite and irritate the already passionate fans. Suddenly, a surge ripples through the audience, prompting one fan to reach forward and pull the man out of harm's way. Confused, Kilroy turns to investigate why the man was saved, only to witness JJ Slayer soaring over the barricade, before delivering a devastating flying forearm that connects with unrelenting force. The surrounding audience, caught up in the electrifying spectacle, becomes embroiled in their own skirmishes, fighting amongst themselves for a chance to get closer to the chaotic brawl. While Kilroy swings in retaliation, JJ seizes the opportunity to gain control. Skillfully maneuvering, he grabs hold of Kilroy, ramming him into the barricade. Stepping back, JJ shares a triumphant moment with the fan who assisted him, slapping hands in gratitude, before swiftly following up with a thunderous clothesline that sends Kilroy sprawling back towards the ringside area.
With a sense of urgency, Kilroy manages to slide back into the safety of the ring, momentarily out of JJ Slayer's reach. However, as JJ moves closer, he finds himself faced with the imposing figure of Knox, strategically positioned between him and the ring. Huffman issues a warning, prompting Knox to raise his hands in a gesture of surrender. Stepping aside, he clears the path for JJ to reenter the ring.
Sting: Knox, wisely giving his teammate room to breathe.
Sure enough, as Slayer slips into the ring, Kilroy's frenzy reaches a fever pitch. His assault consists of an onslaught of stomps, kicks, stomps, kicks and even more stomps and kicks, overwhelming JJ Slayer. In a desperate attempt to shield himself from the flurry of strikes, Slayer instinctively covers up, hoping to mitigate the damage. Huffman attempts to intervene, issuing a warning to Kilroy. Unperturbed, Kilroy defiantly shoves Huffman aside. Exploiting Slayer's position, Kilroy delivers a vicious stomp to the head, followed by a targeted kick to the midsection. Slayer's defensive maneuvers begin to falter as shot after shot breaches his defenses, finding their mark. The relentless flurry seems poised to reach its climax, with a kick aimed directly at Slayer's exposed face. However, before the blow can land, Driftwood intercedes, executing a thunderous double ax-handle strike directly onto the back of the towering Kilroy. The impact momentarily halts Kilroy's assault, granting Slayer a brief respite.
The chaos escalates as Lissie retaliates, unleashing a blistering rolling elbow that propels Driftwood backward. In a stunning display of agility, Grace executes a high-flying DDT, dispatching Hope to the mat. The arrival of Knox into the ring further amplifies the pandemonium, throwing the contest into a state of complete disarray. Huffman valiantly struggles to regain control of the mayhem, striving to restore order amidst the frenzied clashes unfolding before him.
Foote: It’s all out chaos in there!
In his element, Kilroy becomes an unstoppable force, ruthlessly dispatching anyone who dares to cross his path. With brute force, he launches a barrage of bone-crushing headbutts, targeting each opponent with unwavering precision. First, Driftwood falls victim to the devastating onslaught, followed by Hope. He catches the incoming Leary, lifts her up as if going for an Atomic Drop, only to dump her over the top. Turning to the next target, he grabs Knox by the shoulders, but a well-timed kick to the midsection finds its mark, momentarily halting his rampage. The Raven hits a double arm DDT that sends Kilroy crashing to the canvas. In the midst of the chaos, Knox screams down at his fallen partner.
KNOX: What the fuck are you doing?
LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
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LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
The ring finally begins to clear up and Huffman regains a semblance of control. Grace Leary is in the ring for the first time as the legal competitor, squaring off against the recovering Kilroy. Bearing down on her, he lashes out with a kick, but she skillfully catches the incoming shot, halting Kilroy's momentum. She shifts her bodyweight downwards and to the side, wrenching Kilroy by his leg and sending him sprawling with a dragon screw. Taking advantage of Kilroy's disorientation, Grace maintains her grip on his leg, flipping over and crashing down upon him with a forceful senton. The impact of her weight against Kilroy's body is palpable, further driving any breath from his lungs. Seizing the opportunity, Grace moves to secure the pin, aiming to claim victory and turn the tide in her team's favor. The crowd watches in anticipation as Huffman slides into position.
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Sting: HOLLYWOOD COSIGN! HOLY SHIT!
With JD down on his knee, a sinister smile slips across Kilroys face. He signals that the end is near. However, before he can capitalize, JD surges forward, propelling himself towards Kilroy with a powerful blow of his own.
FOOT: PEZ DISPENSER!
Flipping Kilroy head over heels, JD slides in for the cover and Huffman moves in to make the count. At their corner, Knox can’t help but shake his head in disappointment.
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JD shoves himself to his feet. Turning back to his tag team partners, quickly showing them how to count to one before facing his next opponent. Lissie Hope steps into the ring, looking to even the odds. Driftwood beckons her forward, and the Blackheart, never one to back down, happily accepts his dance invitation. There is commotion ringside as, having recovered, Kilroy has continued his pursuit of the fan, who is now quickly fleeing through the arena. Driftwood catches Lissie’s foot, followed by an enziguri. She refuses to allow Driftwood to recover, wrapping her arms around his head in a powerful muay thai clinch. With precision and agility, she delivers a rapid succession of knee strikes that bring Driftwood down onto his back, leaving him gasping for breath.
Let’s go Lissie! Let’s go Lissie! Let’s go Lissie!
Sensing the opportune moment, Lissie seizes the chance to go for the pin, capitalizing on Kilroy's weakened state.
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Seamlessly coordinated, Knox and Lissie begin to work in perfect harmony, employing their tag team prowess to gain the upper hand. Lissie drops down to make Driftwood leapfrog to avoid tripping only to catch a two-step side kick directly to the throat, courtesy of Matthew Knox. The impact leaves Driftwood gasping for breath and disoriented, the faint sound of birds chirping in his ears. Staggering forward, Driftwood finds himself ensnared by Knox. With a grunt, Knox hoists JD up and over onto his back with a stunning exploder suplex. He quickly covers, bridging his hips to help push Driftwood’s shoulders down.
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Sensing the dire situation her partner is in, Grace Leary springs into action, breaking up the hold. Huffman confronts her, allowing Matt to once again tag in Hope.
Sting: This is an incredible strategy: they’re down a man but evening the odds by keeping the powerhouse isolated and down.
Mounting the second rope while Knox restrains JD Driftwood's arms, limiting his defense, Lissie leaps off the ropes, snaring JD's head in mid-air before forcefully driving him down with a thunderous tornado DDT. With remarkable fluidity, Lissie regains her footing, wasting no time in unleashing a series of quick forearm strikes. First, she targets Slayer, before pivoting her attention to Grace, catching her off guard with a forceful blow. Sensing the mounting tension and the desire for retaliation, referee Huffman promptly steps between the competitors, acting as a barrier to prevent further escalation. His intervention allows Knox and Lissie to maintain control, relentlessly focusing their onslaught on the downed JD Driftwood.
Once they relent, Huffman turns his attention back to Knox, reminding him once again that he is not the legal competitor. A brief exchange of disagreement ensues, with Knox arguing his case. Lissie capitalizes on the distraction, raking JD's eyes with her nails.
Foote: I think Driftwood’s time might be over, Lissie setting up for the Crown of Thorns.
Lissie hooks his left arm, reaching for the right but Driftwood is battling back. She struggles, but he begins to power through….
Foote: ALABAMA SLAM!
Sting: LISSIE IS DOWN! DRIFTWOOD IS DOWN! WHO IS GOING TO GET UP FIRST!
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Knox moves quick, looking to intercept the big man. He goes for the ankle, but Driftwood kicks him back, but the Raven refuses to quit. Matt grabs the ankle again, pulling the big man back, but Driftwood rolls over onto his back, lashing out with his full boot catching Knox square on the chin. He turns back towards the corner - the air crackling with excitement as Driftwood's leap propels him towards the corner, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Foote: DRIFTWOOD MAKES THE TAG!!! HERE COMES SLAYER!!
A scoop slam plants Knox down. Lissie goes for the double team but receives one of her own and JJ Slayer channels his inner warrior spirit, letting out a resounding shout that echoes throughout the arena, the cultists coming to their feet.
Sting: JJ is fired up!
Foote: But Knox is right there!
With relentless intensity, Knox delivers a fierce gut punch that halts Slayer's momentum in its tracks. The impact momentarily staggers the formidable competitor. Seizing the opportunity, Knox grabs his wrist then unleashes a devastating discus elbow strike, further dazing Slayer. Knox swiftly maneuvers, pulling him up onto his shoulders. The ravenous fans hold their breath, fully aware of the impending danger that looms over Slayer.
Sting: Into the voi-NO!!
Slayer miraculously lands on his feet, evading Knox's finishing blow. He retaliates with a stinging short elbow strike, catching the veteran off guard. Slayer seizes the moment, scooping him up onto his shoulders. However, before Slayer can fully capitalize on his advantage, Lissie enters the ring, aiming to intercept and disrupt their plans. In a display of remarkable timing, Grace outmaneuvers Lissie, springing into action a step quicker. With incredible force, she repels Lissie into the corner with a shotgun dropkick, propelling her back and causing the Blackheart to land unceremoniously on her bottom. At the same time, Slayer forcefully plants Knox into the mat with authority.
Foote: THE PATH OF DESTRUCTION.
The combination of explosive moves causes more chaos to erupt ringside.
LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
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LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
Without wasting a second, he moves to the turnbuckle, quickly ascending. Taking a breath to sight his landing, JJ Slayer leaps.
Sting: THUNDERSTRUCK!
Slayer hooks the leg, the arena deathly still now as they watch with eagle eyes. Huffman slides in to make the count.
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Childers: Knox has been eliminated!
LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
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LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
Foote: Lissie Hope is all alone!
Lissie pushes herself up from the mat as Knox rolls out of the ring, leaving JJ Slayer to face his new opponent. Slayer tags in Grace Leary, who enters the ring unsteadily. Hope, fueled by a mixture of determination and desperation, launches into a flurry of strikes, aiming to gain the upper hand. However, despite her relentless assault, something about Grace's positioning continues to frustrate Lissie. The timing seems just slightly off, the distance too close then suddenly too far, making it impossible for Lissie to land a clean shot on her elusive opponent. Frustration begins to mount, but Lissie refuses to give up, finally connecting with a knee that catches Grace square in the thigh. In a sudden twist, Grace seizes the opportunity, swinging Lissie around and catching her wrist, bringing her under control. Before Lissie can react, Grace capitalizes on the opening, stepping up and elegantly hooking Lissie's leg with her own. With seamless fluidity, she rolls Lissie over in a mousetrap cradle, expertly executing the pinning maneuver.
The crowd erupts into a mix of awe and anticipation as the referee slides into position, commencing the crucial count. Lissie fights against the hold…
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Foote: It’s OVER! Grace snuck one out on the Blackheart!
Sting: But what a battle - every single one of these competitors should be absolutely proud of the battle they’ve fought!
Childers: Lissie Hope has been eliminated!
The bell rings, signaling an end to the bout. In the center of the ring, a tense standoff ensues between the two formidable competitors JJ Slayer and JD Driftwood. Their eyes lock in an intense gaze, reflecting the fire burning within their souls - the fire to fight.
The call for combat.
Huffman raises their hands in acknowledgment. As the crowd erupts with applause and cheers, their energy pulsates throughout the arena, electrifying the atmosphere. Behind the two warriors, Grace Leary stands on the center rope, basking in the adulation of the spectators. With a triumphant pose, she celebrates her win.
LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
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LE-THAL TRI-ALS!
Anderson: THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH GRACE LEARY, JJ SLAYER AND JD DRIFTWOOD!
Sting; That it! Leary, Slayer and Driftwood will challenge the winner of the next match at Bible Belt Beatings for the New World Championship!
Foote: What a fucking match we just saw. The winner of this one will go on to defend their championship against Grace Leary, JJ Slayer and JD Driftwood.
Riot rejoins the announce table after taking the last match off.
Riot: I wish I could have been out here for that one, but I am new to this… needed a little break but I am back and ready for the main event.
Sting: Well welcome the fuck back… settle in for this match against Johnny Bacchus and a former champion Alice Gemini.
“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. She soaks in the reaction for a moment before throwing up her middle fingers at the crowd while biting her bottom lip.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring the challenger… ALICE GEMINI!!!!
Alice 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. She 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.
Riot: I have been watching CULT closely studying up before my announcing debut and Alice has been absolutely dominant for months on end.
Foote: She has been festing and honestly, I’d kick these old legs up and let her feast on this asshole if you know what I mean.
Sting; How the fuck wouldn’t we know what you mean? That isn’t even an innuendo… you fucked up pervert.
The camera focuses on the stage as the lights cut and “Circle With Me” by Spiritbox begins to play over the P.A. The vocals and synths play distant and muffled as white lights flash like sparks around the floor, before a voice rips out over the speakers:
“CUT DOWN THE ALTAR”
The lights explode, flashing up in bright white as the song kicks into gear. A name appears on the tron: “The Rascal King” Jonathan Bacchus.
Sting: Speaking of people being on a terror – no one is on a bigger roll in this industry than Johnny Bacchus.
Foote: Eventually that momentum stops and if you ask me I think Alice Gemini is the brick wall sending Bacchus through the fucking windshield.
The crowd gives an appreciative pop as the out from behind the curtain walks Jonathan Bacchus, dressed in all black with a peacoat over a turtleneck and combat pants bloused into his Louboutin sneakers. He wears a white Thalia mask over his face, his hair hanging down over the top. The CU:LT New World Championship belt glitters on his waist, shined pristinely, the FIGHT! Empire Championship over his shoulder. He marches down deliberately, his eyes on the ring. On the ramp, he removes the Thalia mask and flicks it casually over his shoulder into the crowd.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring, from Oakland, California and weighing in at 205 lbs… he is the CU:LT New World Champion! “The Rascal King” – JONATHAN! BACCHUS!
At the base of the ring, Bacchus turns to the stairs and climbs them to the turnbuckle. With a single clean vault, he launches himself over the top rope and turns to land on the middle rope inside the ring, his peacoat seeming not to hamper his movement. As his theme song explodes into the chorus, he throws his head back and arms out, the lights flashing bright white and the audience roaring appreciatively! He stares on stoically as he looks down at them, and he takes a moment to remove the belt from his waist and hold it up to the crowd alongside the FIGHT! Championship.
Riot: This is going to be an intense battle, both of them had some harsh words for the other. A little bit of a Lisse Hope entourage breakdown.
He removes his peacoat and drops it to the outside before pulling his turtleneck over his head. He whips this into the crowd before dropping down to the mat, circling the ring before taking back to his corner and reclining in it. JJ Huffman wastes no time calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Bacchus and Alice just start getting it on with forearms and punches to each others skulls. Bacchus goes for a double leg takedown, but Alice stops it and pushes him back with a few chops. She runs at him and takes him down with a ripcord lariat. Bacchus scrambles to his feet and Alice pulls him backward over her knees with a backstabber.
Foote: Alice just going through the motions of regaining her championship.
Sting: Bacchus is not ready to drop the title yet. He is creating a legacy in CULT.
Judo throw into a cross arm bar by Alice. Bacchus flips out of the submission, but Alcie meeting him with a complete shot. Alice hits a front lip leg drop swinging her limb down hard across the throat of Johnny Bacchus. Alice pulls Johnny up and then drops him once again with a Death Valley Driver. Alice goes for the pin – kick out at two.
Foote: Alice just needs to keep the pressure on.
Bacchus on his hands and knees and a soccer foul kick from Gemini snaps his head upward on a harsh angle. Alice stalks her prey, she steps on Johnny’s back and pulls his hair lifting his head off the ground then sinks her teeth into his forehead and stars gnawing until blood is drawn. She slaps Johnny’s head down on the canvas as she lips his blood from her lips. ‘You sick fuck’ chants ring through the arena.
Sting: Alice is literally eating the New World Champion alive.
Alice pulls Johnny up and swings him to the corner, she comes running with a splash but Bacchus side steps and Alice goes chest first into the turnbuckles. Johnny hits a spine buster on Alice, then drops an elbow. Both them get to their feet and a swinging neckbreaker from Bacchus on Alice. She gets to her knees but takes one of Bacchus’ into the side of her skull.
Riot: There we go that is the Johnny Bacchus I know.
Foote: Pft, this is the highlight of this hacks career. He wasn’t shit before CULT gave him a chance.
German suplex from Bacchus now as he wipes blood from his face. The champion stomps away at Alice, he pushes a knee down into her throat until Huffman tells him to stop with the illegal hold. Alice scrambles and finds a seat in the corner and Johnny comes running nailing her with a V-trigger and makes the cover for a long two count.
Foote: Alice is going to drink this fuckers blood, she is going to bath in it, she might even play with herself a little…. I DON’T KNOW!
Bacchus stomps on Gemini and then takes her back up to her feet. He hits a suplex then drags her to the corner. Bacchus climbs the turnbuckle on the other side – but before he can Alice is at his back clubbing him – she puts him in a seated position and hits a poison rana. Alice hops up to the top rope and comes off with a frog splash. Johnny kicks and holds his ribs scrambling to his feet — an impaler DDT from Alice. Gemini gets down close to Bacchus bitten and bloody face and licks blood from his cheek savoring it on her tongue as she crawls toward the camera.
Riot: That's the taste of a world championship right there.
Sting: I don’t think swapping bodily fluids is needed to win a world title.
Foote: Party pooper.
Alice pulls The Rascal King up to his feet and tosses him with a release suplex, then a teardrop suplex, she finishes off the barrage with a dangerous queen bomb and makes the cover.
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Riot: Bacchus holding onto the title for now.
Foote: Alice will rip it from his cold dead hands.
Reverse lifting DDT as Bacchus staggers to this feet. Alice continues the attack with a shining wizard and makes the cover again.
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Alice brings Bacchus back to his feet but he hits her with a headbutt, then another – he cracks Alice with an elbow to the face. Bacchus has Alice in the corner and just starts bashing his head over and over and over into the turnbuckle pad. Alice falls to a seated position and Johnny ripes the top turnbuckle pad clean off.
Sting: Bacchus willing to play dirty if she is going to bite his fucking face.
Bacchus ramps Alice’s face down into the turnbuckle. He places her face against it and smashes her with a Yakuza kick. Bacchus hits a neckbreaker taking Alice to the canvas. He drives some knees into her ribs repeatedly. Bacchus lets her get up and uses the corner for a tornado DDT. Bacchus lets Alice up and takes her down with a sling blade variation catching Gemini around the neck, he wraps his arms in a sloppy makeshift sleeper as he brings Alice to the ground.
BACCHUS! BACCHUS! BACCHUS!
Bacchus stomps on Alice then takes the top rope and comes off with a frog splash into a quick cover.
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Riot: Alice cut open now from her face bashing off the turnbuckle earlier.
Foote: Little bit of a delayed blade.
Sting: What?
Foote: Nothing.
Alice on her hands and knees and Bacchus drives her face down again with a curb stomp. Alice lifts herself up on her hands and knees once more. Bacchus nails a trouble in paradise style kick and Alice crumbles back to the ground.
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Johnny pushes blood out of his eyes and lets out a scream which is more typical of his opponent. He hits the ropes and gets cut off with a brutal spear that causes him to spit up blood as Alice’s shoulder drives into his guts and nearly splits him in half.
Foote: That’s my vampire queen!
Riot: Where is Buffy when you need her?
Alice locks in an arm-trapped crossface – pulling Bacchus back with all she has – he reaches for the ropes and gets them. Alice rolls and then grabs his other arm and flips over to a cattle mutilation. Bacchus is all tied up and kicking his legs in pain – eventually they find the ropes and JJ Huffman goes to force her to break the hold – but she backflips over Johnny and locks him in a single leg crab. Bacchus is shaking his head causing blood to sprinkle the canvas. Johnny finally reaches the ropes again and Alice is forced to break the hold.
Sting: Alice putting on a clinic showing she is a submission expert. Bacchus though, he is tough a fuck… don’t let that hair fool ya.
Foote: Alice is just tenderizing her meat.
A kick to the ribs of Bacchus, but he pushes through and takes Alice down with a double leg – a mistake on his part as Alice takes his back and traps him with a pentagram choke. Bacchus is fading but he keeps rolling onto his back – he goes forward jerking and Alice flips over and out through the ropes hitting JJ Huffman on the way.
Riot: The champion buys himself some time to recoup.
Johnny slides out of the ring and grabs the New World Championship from ringside. The crowd boos as Johnny gets back in the ring – he’s looking at the title and Alice as she is about to groggily slide back into the ring.
Foote: Are you going to do it you son of a bitch? Did English change who he is? Or is it just Bacchus undying thirst for glory.
Bacchus shakes his head and slams the championship to the canvas as the crowd cheers. He goes to grab Alice as she gets on the apron. She hangs him out over the top rope – then then springs over it and hits a Panama Sunrise. Alice scrambles for the cover crawling a little too slow.
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Sting: Kickout from the champion! Bacchus in a bad spot now as Alice sizes him up.
She grabs him and spikes him on his skull with a stump puller piledriver. Bacchus legs start to twice – looks like he’s about to foam at the mouth… but Alice only gets another two count out of Johnny. Alice punches the canvas and screams into the crowd.
Riot: Alice about to turn it up another notch!
Alice runs at Bacchus – he catches her with a flying knee to the face. The crowd roars as Bacchus grabs Alice and nails a gutwrench piledriver.
Sting: THE TRAGEDY AT BUFFALO!
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND STILL NEW WORLD CHAMPION JOHNNNYYYYY BACCCHHHUSSSSSS!!!!!
Alice kicks the bottom rope before stepping through them and then kicking the holy fuck out of the barracade.
Foote: Frustrating for Alice, she was a split second from continuing this match. Somehow the horse shoe has not fallen out of Bacchus' ass.
Bacchus grabs his championship and holds it up bowing to the cheering crowd.
Sting: What a defense by Johnny, he really might be the most dominate champion if he can win the fatal four way next month.
Suddenly Bacchus music is cut as English appears on stage – microphone in hand. Bacchus glares at him and starts cursing over the cheers of the crowd.
English: There’s Johnny! Look at you at the very top of the mountain. There you are living your best life. All I had to do was push you. All I had to do was lead you down the right path and here you are… seizing every opportunity. Doing whatever it takes to be the top guy in this industry… but you are a bit ungrateful Johnny. I haven’t got a single thank you. I’m not even on your birthday wishlist… you haven’t even added me to Threads. So, just maybe there is someone who deserves the top spot more than you. Maybe there is someone who appreciates the trials and tribulations… someone who has seized opportunity and is ready for one more. Someone you criticized of having too big of an ego. You were the one who said it… Serenity Holmes should just listen to management and hand over her title.
Bacchuas shakes his head. Then he slams the New World Championship on the canvas and wipes the blood from his face.
Bacchus: Alright… LETS FUCKING GO!!!
Riot rejoins the announce table after taking the last match off.
Riot: I wish I could have been out here for that one, but I am new to this… needed a little break but I am back and ready for the main event.
Sting: Well welcome the fuck back… settle in for this match against Johnny Bacchus and a former champion Alice Gemini.
“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. She soaks in the reaction for a moment before throwing up her middle fingers at the crowd while biting her bottom lip.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring the challenger… ALICE GEMINI!!!!
Alice 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. She 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.
Riot: I have been watching CULT closely studying up before my announcing debut and Alice has been absolutely dominant for months on end.
Foote: She has been festing and honestly, I’d kick these old legs up and let her feast on this asshole if you know what I mean.
Sting; How the fuck wouldn’t we know what you mean? That isn’t even an innuendo… you fucked up pervert.
The camera focuses on the stage as the lights cut and “Circle With Me” by Spiritbox begins to play over the P.A. The vocals and synths play distant and muffled as white lights flash like sparks around the floor, before a voice rips out over the speakers:
“CUT DOWN THE ALTAR”
The lights explode, flashing up in bright white as the song kicks into gear. A name appears on the tron: “The Rascal King” Jonathan Bacchus.
Sting: Speaking of people being on a terror – no one is on a bigger roll in this industry than Johnny Bacchus.
Foote: Eventually that momentum stops and if you ask me I think Alice Gemini is the brick wall sending Bacchus through the fucking windshield.
The crowd gives an appreciative pop as the out from behind the curtain walks Jonathan Bacchus, dressed in all black with a peacoat over a turtleneck and combat pants bloused into his Louboutin sneakers. He wears a white Thalia mask over his face, his hair hanging down over the top. The CU:LT New World Championship belt glitters on his waist, shined pristinely, the FIGHT! Empire Championship over his shoulder. He marches down deliberately, his eyes on the ring. On the ramp, he removes the Thalia mask and flicks it casually over his shoulder into the crowd.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring, from Oakland, California and weighing in at 205 lbs… he is the CU:LT New World Champion! “The Rascal King” – JONATHAN! BACCHUS!
At the base of the ring, Bacchus turns to the stairs and climbs them to the turnbuckle. With a single clean vault, he launches himself over the top rope and turns to land on the middle rope inside the ring, his peacoat seeming not to hamper his movement. As his theme song explodes into the chorus, he throws his head back and arms out, the lights flashing bright white and the audience roaring appreciatively! He stares on stoically as he looks down at them, and he takes a moment to remove the belt from his waist and hold it up to the crowd alongside the FIGHT! Championship.
Riot: This is going to be an intense battle, both of them had some harsh words for the other. A little bit of a Lisse Hope entourage breakdown.
He removes his peacoat and drops it to the outside before pulling his turtleneck over his head. He whips this into the crowd before dropping down to the mat, circling the ring before taking back to his corner and reclining in it. JJ Huffman wastes no time calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Bacchus and Alice just start getting it on with forearms and punches to each others skulls. Bacchus goes for a double leg takedown, but Alice stops it and pushes him back with a few chops. She runs at him and takes him down with a ripcord lariat. Bacchus scrambles to his feet and Alice pulls him backward over her knees with a backstabber.
Foote: Alice just going through the motions of regaining her championship.
Sting: Bacchus is not ready to drop the title yet. He is creating a legacy in CULT.
Judo throw into a cross arm bar by Alice. Bacchus flips out of the submission, but Alcie meeting him with a complete shot. Alice hits a front lip leg drop swinging her limb down hard across the throat of Johnny Bacchus. Alice pulls Johnny up and then drops him once again with a Death Valley Driver. Alice goes for the pin – kick out at two.
Foote: Alice just needs to keep the pressure on.
Bacchus on his hands and knees and a soccer foul kick from Gemini snaps his head upward on a harsh angle. Alice stalks her prey, she steps on Johnny’s back and pulls his hair lifting his head off the ground then sinks her teeth into his forehead and stars gnawing until blood is drawn. She slaps Johnny’s head down on the canvas as she lips his blood from her lips. ‘You sick fuck’ chants ring through the arena.
Sting: Alice is literally eating the New World Champion alive.
Alice pulls Johnny up and swings him to the corner, she comes running with a splash but Bacchus side steps and Alice goes chest first into the turnbuckles. Johnny hits a spine buster on Alice, then drops an elbow. Both them get to their feet and a swinging neckbreaker from Bacchus on Alice. She gets to her knees but takes one of Bacchus’ into the side of her skull.
Riot: There we go that is the Johnny Bacchus I know.
Foote: Pft, this is the highlight of this hacks career. He wasn’t shit before CULT gave him a chance.
German suplex from Bacchus now as he wipes blood from his face. The champion stomps away at Alice, he pushes a knee down into her throat until Huffman tells him to stop with the illegal hold. Alice scrambles and finds a seat in the corner and Johnny comes running nailing her with a V-trigger and makes the cover for a long two count.
Foote: Alice is going to drink this fuckers blood, she is going to bath in it, she might even play with herself a little…. I DON’T KNOW!
Bacchus stomps on Gemini and then takes her back up to her feet. He hits a suplex then drags her to the corner. Bacchus climbs the turnbuckle on the other side – but before he can Alice is at his back clubbing him – she puts him in a seated position and hits a poison rana. Alice hops up to the top rope and comes off with a frog splash. Johnny kicks and holds his ribs scrambling to his feet — an impaler DDT from Alice. Gemini gets down close to Bacchus bitten and bloody face and licks blood from his cheek savoring it on her tongue as she crawls toward the camera.
Riot: That's the taste of a world championship right there.
Sting: I don’t think swapping bodily fluids is needed to win a world title.
Foote: Party pooper.
Alice pulls The Rascal King up to his feet and tosses him with a release suplex, then a teardrop suplex, she finishes off the barrage with a dangerous queen bomb and makes the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Riot: Bacchus holding onto the title for now.
Foote: Alice will rip it from his cold dead hands.
Reverse lifting DDT as Bacchus staggers to this feet. Alice continues the attack with a shining wizard and makes the cover again.
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Sting: Bacchus stays in this one.
Alice brings Bacchus back to his feet but he hits her with a headbutt, then another – he cracks Alice with an elbow to the face. Bacchus has Alice in the corner and just starts bashing his head over and over and over into the turnbuckle pad. Alice falls to a seated position and Johnny ripes the top turnbuckle pad clean off.
Sting: Bacchus willing to play dirty if she is going to bite his fucking face.
Bacchus ramps Alice’s face down into the turnbuckle. He places her face against it and smashes her with a Yakuza kick. Bacchus hits a neckbreaker taking Alice to the canvas. He drives some knees into her ribs repeatedly. Bacchus lets her get up and uses the corner for a tornado DDT. Bacchus lets Alice up and takes her down with a sling blade variation catching Gemini around the neck, he wraps his arms in a sloppy makeshift sleeper as he brings Alice to the ground.
BACCHUS! BACCHUS! BACCHUS!
Bacchus stomps on Alice then takes the top rope and comes off with a frog splash into a quick cover.
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KICKOUT!!!
Riot: Alice cut open now from her face bashing off the turnbuckle earlier.
Foote: Little bit of a delayed blade.
Sting: What?
Foote: Nothing.
Alice on her hands and knees and Bacchus drives her face down again with a curb stomp. Alice lifts herself up on her hands and knees once more. Bacchus nails a trouble in paradise style kick and Alice crumbles back to the ground.
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KICKOUT!!!!
Johnny pushes blood out of his eyes and lets out a scream which is more typical of his opponent. He hits the ropes and gets cut off with a brutal spear that causes him to spit up blood as Alice’s shoulder drives into his guts and nearly splits him in half.
Foote: That’s my vampire queen!
Riot: Where is Buffy when you need her?
Alice locks in an arm-trapped crossface – pulling Bacchus back with all she has – he reaches for the ropes and gets them. Alice rolls and then grabs his other arm and flips over to a cattle mutilation. Bacchus is all tied up and kicking his legs in pain – eventually they find the ropes and JJ Huffman goes to force her to break the hold – but she backflips over Johnny and locks him in a single leg crab. Bacchus is shaking his head causing blood to sprinkle the canvas. Johnny finally reaches the ropes again and Alice is forced to break the hold.
Sting: Alice putting on a clinic showing she is a submission expert. Bacchus though, he is tough a fuck… don’t let that hair fool ya.
Foote: Alice is just tenderizing her meat.
A kick to the ribs of Bacchus, but he pushes through and takes Alice down with a double leg – a mistake on his part as Alice takes his back and traps him with a pentagram choke. Bacchus is fading but he keeps rolling onto his back – he goes forward jerking and Alice flips over and out through the ropes hitting JJ Huffman on the way.
Riot: The champion buys himself some time to recoup.
Johnny slides out of the ring and grabs the New World Championship from ringside. The crowd boos as Johnny gets back in the ring – he’s looking at the title and Alice as she is about to groggily slide back into the ring.
Foote: Are you going to do it you son of a bitch? Did English change who he is? Or is it just Bacchus undying thirst for glory.
Bacchus shakes his head and slams the championship to the canvas as the crowd cheers. He goes to grab Alice as she gets on the apron. She hangs him out over the top rope – then then springs over it and hits a Panama Sunrise. Alice scrambles for the cover crawling a little too slow.
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Sting: Kickout from the champion! Bacchus in a bad spot now as Alice sizes him up.
She grabs him and spikes him on his skull with a stump puller piledriver. Bacchus legs start to twice – looks like he’s about to foam at the mouth… but Alice only gets another two count out of Johnny. Alice punches the canvas and screams into the crowd.
Riot: Alice about to turn it up another notch!
Alice runs at Bacchus – he catches her with a flying knee to the face. The crowd roars as Bacchus grabs Alice and nails a gutwrench piledriver.
Sting: THE TRAGEDY AT BUFFALO!
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ALICE THROWS THE SHOUDLER UP…
Just a little too late.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND STILL NEW WORLD CHAMPION JOHNNNYYYYY BACCCHHHUSSSSSS!!!!!
Alice kicks the bottom rope before stepping through them and then kicking the holy fuck out of the barracade.
Foote: Frustrating for Alice, she was a split second from continuing this match. Somehow the horse shoe has not fallen out of Bacchus' ass.
Bacchus grabs his championship and holds it up bowing to the cheering crowd.
Sting: What a defense by Johnny, he really might be the most dominate champion if he can win the fatal four way next month.
Suddenly Bacchus music is cut as English appears on stage – microphone in hand. Bacchus glares at him and starts cursing over the cheers of the crowd.
English: There’s Johnny! Look at you at the very top of the mountain. There you are living your best life. All I had to do was push you. All I had to do was lead you down the right path and here you are… seizing every opportunity. Doing whatever it takes to be the top guy in this industry… but you are a bit ungrateful Johnny. I haven’t got a single thank you. I’m not even on your birthday wishlist… you haven’t even added me to Threads. So, just maybe there is someone who deserves the top spot more than you. Maybe there is someone who appreciates the trials and tribulations… someone who has seized opportunity and is ready for one more. Someone you criticized of having too big of an ego. You were the one who said it… Serenity Holmes should just listen to management and hand over her title.
Bacchuas shakes his head. Then he slams the New World Championship on the canvas and wipes the blood from his face.
Bacchus: Alright… LETS FUCKING GO!!!
"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.
Sting: You have got to be kidding me. Bacchus now has another match.
Foote: Hey if he wants to be ungrateful…
Riot: Holmes is a pretty tough bitch too… She fed Jane Doe to the gators.
Holmes looks to English and unstraps the CULT:TV Championship from around her waist and hands it over to him. Holmes looks to Bacchus in the ring who is telling her to bring it the fuck on baby girl.
Sting: Well it’s offical she is cashing in the TV title to challenge for the New World Championship.
Serenity pretty well runs toward 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" 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 then turns and starts to crack her knuckles as JJ Huffman holds up the New World Championship. Alice Gemini looks on at her arch rival - Holmes - in anger.
Riot: Alice is going to lose it if Serenity walks away with the championship. She beat Holmes in a match where the stipulation was she couldn’t challenge for the title. She took the hard route and defended the TV Championship four times earning this opportunity.
DING! DING! DING!
Bacchus takes the middle of the ring and challenges Serenity to a fist fight knowing it’s his best shot – one lucky knock out. Holmes and Johnny beat the fuck out of eachother in the middle of the ring – fists flying – Johnny gets a lucky shot in and Serenity falls to her knees he hits the ropes and nails a hard forearm taking Holmes to the canvas for the cover.
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Foote: Can’t blame a fella for trying.
Bacchus tosses Serenity to the ropes and throws her up in the air for a pop-up powerbomb – Holmes reverses with a huricanrana. Bacchus is on his hands and knees and hits a double stomp to the back of the head. Holmes goes to the top and then comes down again on the back of Johnny’s head with both heels. The crowd has a mixed reaction as she taunts.
Sting: It’s got to be over… we’re about to have a new champion.
Riot: Red Bottoms twice!
Serenity smirks not going for the pin and locks in a cattle mutilation until Johnny Bacchus passes out.
Sting: Home Sweeter Holmes wins it!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND NEWWWWWW NEW WORLD CHAMPION SERENITY HOLMES!!!!
Foote: What a fucking title slut.
Holmes holds up the championship as the crowd cheers – she makes sure to lean over the top rope and hold the title toward Alice Gemini who is now being held back by security to not disrupt the match. The camera zooms in on English taking in all the mayhem happily as the scene fades to the CULT logo.
Sting: You have got to be kidding me. Bacchus now has another match.
Foote: Hey if he wants to be ungrateful…
Riot: Holmes is a pretty tough bitch too… She fed Jane Doe to the gators.
Holmes looks to English and unstraps the CULT:TV Championship from around her waist and hands it over to him. Holmes looks to Bacchus in the ring who is telling her to bring it the fuck on baby girl.
Sting: Well it’s offical she is cashing in the TV title to challenge for the New World Championship.
Serenity pretty well runs toward 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" 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 then turns and starts to crack her knuckles as JJ Huffman holds up the New World Championship. Alice Gemini looks on at her arch rival - Holmes - in anger.
Riot: Alice is going to lose it if Serenity walks away with the championship. She beat Holmes in a match where the stipulation was she couldn’t challenge for the title. She took the hard route and defended the TV Championship four times earning this opportunity.
DING! DING! DING!
Bacchus takes the middle of the ring and challenges Serenity to a fist fight knowing it’s his best shot – one lucky knock out. Holmes and Johnny beat the fuck out of eachother in the middle of the ring – fists flying – Johnny gets a lucky shot in and Serenity falls to her knees he hits the ropes and nails a hard forearm taking Holmes to the canvas for the cover.
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Foote: Can’t blame a fella for trying.
Bacchus tosses Serenity to the ropes and throws her up in the air for a pop-up powerbomb – Holmes reverses with a huricanrana. Bacchus is on his hands and knees and hits a double stomp to the back of the head. Holmes goes to the top and then comes down again on the back of Johnny’s head with both heels. The crowd has a mixed reaction as she taunts.
Sting: It’s got to be over… we’re about to have a new champion.
Riot: Red Bottoms twice!
Serenity smirks not going for the pin and locks in a cattle mutilation until Johnny Bacchus passes out.
Sting: Home Sweeter Holmes wins it!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND NEWWWWWW NEW WORLD CHAMPION SERENITY HOLMES!!!!
Foote: What a fucking title slut.
Holmes holds up the championship as the crowd cheers – she makes sure to lean over the top rope and hold the title toward Alice Gemini who is now being held back by security to not disrupt the match. The camera zooms in on English taking in all the mayhem happily as the scene fades to the CULT logo.
