CU:LT S01E08
The Dallas crowd has been packed into the Pan American Arena for well over an hour waiting for the sold out show to begin – several thousand of the fans wearing Lissie Hope shirts. "I Hear the Ax Swinging" bleeds through the speakers filling the arena with sound as the video package shows on the big screen. JD Driftwood raises the New World Championship over Donnie Hopkins as he lays on the mat at Gringos Gone Wild. Jane burying Donnie alive. Jane gets jolts of electricity though her body as she is attached to an electric chair. Lissie Hope is about to get the win when Casanova English blasts her in the face with the New World Championship.
Then the lights snap out abruptly. The cheers of the crowd dampen as the darkness goes on a bit too long making everyone nervous. Then the bid screen pops on to some done up fucking ghoul who looks like he had acid pours on his face before being zombified. His white hair dangles from his scalp, behind him you see skulls – skulls representing those who have walked the halls of CULT but likely won’t be back again. A skull with long hair looking like Chris Page, a bald one with gaped teeth – Jaka. Another skull with a deformity – a tight mouth resembling an asshole – Lady Fartmouth. The ghoul on screen agonizingly cracks his dried knuckles and begins to speak.
Uncle Acid Face: Hello ghouls, creeps, ghosts and every entity hovering in between… Welcome to Deathmatch Does Dallas on Halloween Night. I am your host with the most who might be a fucking ghost Uncle Acid Face and well tonight we are in for something special. Tonight my good friend Jane Doe will get a chance at recapturing the New World Championship as she competes a fatal four way murder match against current champion JD Driftwood, former champion and menace Donnie Hopkins and yes…. That hometown… fool… Lissie Hope.
The crowd erupts in chants of hope and Uncle’s eyes widen before his head spins a full 360 twice.
Uncle Acid Face: You can smell it in the air can’t you – no no the redneck farting beside you – the autumn leaves – the fresh cool air – the signs of something wicked coming.
Uncle holds up one crooked decaying finger and waves it slowly.
Uncle Acid Face: Sit back, relax, enjoy a night of wrestling… if you can… some will be on edge. Some will feel that pending doom, because as you watch the show, The CULT Leader Casanova English watches you… but he has to wonder… just who has their eye on him. He’s made some enemies and tonight… well tonight… the poison flower blooms. These tales told in the ring, these sacrifices made will be accepted – wrongs forgiven. But the past… it always catches up.
A brief flash of a woman covered head to toe in blood like Carrie’s fucking stunt double before going back to the tune by Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats. The lights come back on in the arena and the crowd is back in a frenzy waiting for the action to start.
Foote: What in the fuck was that?
Sting: It’s the host with the most who might be a fucking ghost Uncle Acid Face and he’s here to keep an eye on the action Halloween Night – and we have a hell of a show for you – pun intended.
Then the lights snap out abruptly. The cheers of the crowd dampen as the darkness goes on a bit too long making everyone nervous. Then the bid screen pops on to some done up fucking ghoul who looks like he had acid pours on his face before being zombified. His white hair dangles from his scalp, behind him you see skulls – skulls representing those who have walked the halls of CULT but likely won’t be back again. A skull with long hair looking like Chris Page, a bald one with gaped teeth – Jaka. Another skull with a deformity – a tight mouth resembling an asshole – Lady Fartmouth. The ghoul on screen agonizingly cracks his dried knuckles and begins to speak.
Uncle Acid Face: Hello ghouls, creeps, ghosts and every entity hovering in between… Welcome to Deathmatch Does Dallas on Halloween Night. I am your host with the most who might be a fucking ghost Uncle Acid Face and well tonight we are in for something special. Tonight my good friend Jane Doe will get a chance at recapturing the New World Championship as she competes a fatal four way murder match against current champion JD Driftwood, former champion and menace Donnie Hopkins and yes…. That hometown… fool… Lissie Hope.
The crowd erupts in chants of hope and Uncle’s eyes widen before his head spins a full 360 twice.
Uncle Acid Face: You can smell it in the air can’t you – no no the redneck farting beside you – the autumn leaves – the fresh cool air – the signs of something wicked coming.
Uncle holds up one crooked decaying finger and waves it slowly.
Uncle Acid Face: Sit back, relax, enjoy a night of wrestling… if you can… some will be on edge. Some will feel that pending doom, because as you watch the show, The CULT Leader Casanova English watches you… but he has to wonder… just who has their eye on him. He’s made some enemies and tonight… well tonight… the poison flower blooms. These tales told in the ring, these sacrifices made will be accepted – wrongs forgiven. But the past… it always catches up.
A brief flash of a woman covered head to toe in blood like Carrie’s fucking stunt double before going back to the tune by Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats. The lights come back on in the arena and the crowd is back in a frenzy waiting for the action to start.
Foote: What in the fuck was that?
Sting: It’s the host with the most who might be a fucking ghost Uncle Acid Face and he’s here to keep an eye on the action Halloween Night – and we have a hell of a show for you – pun intended.
Close up now of the announce table where Stacy Sting and “Boot Fuckin” Bill Foote sit with sleek headsets on staring into the camera as their names pop up on screen and fans throw taunts from the crowd behind them.
Foote: This has to be one of the wildest crowds CU:LT has had… but you know what they say, everything is bigger in Texas.
Sting: For the love of God you just had to use that line. I am Stacy Sting, this is wrestling legend Bill Foote and we are going to call the action tonight. You heard from that creepy weirdo off the top, and I’m not talking about English this time, about the main event tonight, but there is so much more.
Foote: All the titles are on the line tonight with Alice Gemini going up against Holden Ross for the FIGHT Championship to kick things off.
Sting: We also have some themed matches, a Graveyard Smash for the Double Homicide Championships with Three Ring Barney taking on Strike 2 Kill. And a Trick-or-Treat match between Max Daemon and Addy A for the SNUFF Championship – a rematch from last month.
Instead of coming to the ring – the lights in the arena once again snap off and the big screen lights up with the end of a cigarette, the sound of tobacco crackling as it slowly zooms out to reveal the face of C:LT Booker Casanova English.
Foote: I understand English won't be in the arena for the first while tonight as he makes his PWE debut this evening.
English: I’m back in the saddle baby and don’t it feel good. It’s time I bring this company back on track after a terrible show in Mexico. And tonight we deliver the best booked show this company has put together yet. In fact… in the main event the fate of CU:LT hangs in the balance once again. I know you are all routing for Hope….
English sucks on his cigarette as the crowd chants Lissie. He blows smoke into the camera and continues.
English: CU:LT is the place Hope comes to die. I told you that time and time again and the match she is in tonight is a death sentence… but leave it to me to have more than one woman at play. I know what The Board wants to do, dragging up my past – trying to force me into a match in December in Toronto… they wants to crack open a decade’s old tomb to cash in on my legacy.
English takes a few more sharp puffs off his cancer stick.
English: But be careful what you wish for.. These boots were made for stomping baby… down ramps, in rings, across the globe and all over your fucking skull. I’m not the clean cut CEO type… that’s clear… and if you thought what I did to Hope was unprofessional… stay tuned to see how far the anchor sinks.
With that English pushes the ember of his cigarette into the camera until it extinguishes. The lights in the arena come back on once more.
Foote: For the love of God how many times do the lights have to go out to signal this is a Halloween Special
Foote: This has to be one of the wildest crowds CU:LT has had… but you know what they say, everything is bigger in Texas.
Sting: For the love of God you just had to use that line. I am Stacy Sting, this is wrestling legend Bill Foote and we are going to call the action tonight. You heard from that creepy weirdo off the top, and I’m not talking about English this time, about the main event tonight, but there is so much more.
Foote: All the titles are on the line tonight with Alice Gemini going up against Holden Ross for the FIGHT Championship to kick things off.
Sting: We also have some themed matches, a Graveyard Smash for the Double Homicide Championships with Three Ring Barney taking on Strike 2 Kill. And a Trick-or-Treat match between Max Daemon and Addy A for the SNUFF Championship – a rematch from last month.
Instead of coming to the ring – the lights in the arena once again snap off and the big screen lights up with the end of a cigarette, the sound of tobacco crackling as it slowly zooms out to reveal the face of C:LT Booker Casanova English.
Foote: I understand English won't be in the arena for the first while tonight as he makes his PWE debut this evening.
English: I’m back in the saddle baby and don’t it feel good. It’s time I bring this company back on track after a terrible show in Mexico. And tonight we deliver the best booked show this company has put together yet. In fact… in the main event the fate of CU:LT hangs in the balance once again. I know you are all routing for Hope….
English sucks on his cigarette as the crowd chants Lissie. He blows smoke into the camera and continues.
English: CU:LT is the place Hope comes to die. I told you that time and time again and the match she is in tonight is a death sentence… but leave it to me to have more than one woman at play. I know what The Board wants to do, dragging up my past – trying to force me into a match in December in Toronto… they wants to crack open a decade’s old tomb to cash in on my legacy.
English takes a few more sharp puffs off his cancer stick.
English: But be careful what you wish for.. These boots were made for stomping baby… down ramps, in rings, across the globe and all over your fucking skull. I’m not the clean cut CEO type… that’s clear… and if you thought what I did to Hope was unprofessional… stay tuned to see how far the anchor sinks.
With that English pushes the ember of his cigarette into the camera until it extinguishes. The lights in the arena come back on once more.
Foote: For the love of God how many times do the lights have to go out to signal this is a Halloween Special
Azurine Vebbins is in the ring in a two piece referee outfit, she waves at the cheering Dallas crowd as Anderson Shepley announces the match.
Anderson: The following contest is for the FIGHT Championship. The special guest referee in for this contest will be Azurine Vebbins!
Vebbins waves to the crowd and they cheer as she goes to inspect the ring ropes and turnbuckles for durability.
Anderson: And first coming to the ring, she is the FIGHT CHAMPION ALICE GEMINI!
Red spotlight hits the ramp, Red Smoke comes from the ground, Alice Gemini walks through with her head down, palms lowered, but facing forward.
Foote: I have to say she may be the most dominating force in CU:LT right now and she is just two wins away from getting a shot at the New World Championship.
Alice walks slowly down the ramp in the same manner until she reaches the front of the ring – the camera catching the championship around her waist.
Sting: She found a home among the misfits much like Jane Doe and now they are a problem for the whole roster.
Alice pauses to look up slowly and screams as loud as she can and slides in the ring. Gemini smacks the mat several times while still on her knees, she then jumps up to climb the turnbuckle to scream again – she unstraps her championship and holds it up in the air. Finally she sits on the top turnbuckle to await her opponent – handing the title to a creeped out Vebbins.
Foote: I don’t know why Azurine would want to be in the middle of these two lunatics.
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the arena is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Sting: Another huge opportunity for Holden. I thought the man would be more relaxed with his girlfriend recently being added to the roster but her dad is pulling some Britney Spears level creepy legal guardian shit right now.
Foote: This will likely be Alice’s biggest challenge to date.
Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in CULT they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. The sirens begin winding up their pitch for the second round of screaming. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white’s eyes.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring; standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He brings his hands together in front of his chest, in a praying position. He then removes the stocking cap, chain, and jacket and tosses it out to the ring girl. When the Vebbins attempts to check him for contraband, Holden gently pushes her away and leans into his corner, apparently bored.
Foote: Vebbins should have checked him better, but she is pretty green as a ref so I will let it slide.
Vebbins holds the FIGHT Championship up in the air before handing it to the timekeeper and calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
It’s Alice to attack first running across the ring and leaping on Ross with a body scissors scratching at his face over and over – but the big man tosses Alice like she’s a feral kitten with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Alice is up but Holden rushes in with a huge big boot knocking her to the mat.
Foote: The size of The Bastard is going to be tough for Alice to counter.
As Foote says this Ross picks her up with a deadlift and slams her back down, he lifts Alice up once more putting her over his shoulder. Ross yells as he runs toward Vebbins who steps out of the way at the last second to allow the big man to slam Alice into the turnbuckle. Ross still has her on his shoulder then hits a tombstone.
Sting: What a brutal assault here from Ross.
Holden steps on the lower spine of Alice who screams out, Ross pulls her head back with a handful of her own hair.
Foote: Oh fuck Ross just pulled that fork from his knee pad.
Ross is holding the fork up, about to drive it into the skull of the champion when special guest referee Vebbins grabs the fork and yanks it from his hand.
Sting: There we go Vebbins asserting her authority in this one.
Ross backs Vebbins up, but she spins the fork around and pokes it into his chest letting him know who is boss in this one, telling him in her own special language he could have been DQed.
Foote: Roll up by Alice.
Vebbins get in position and counts aloud as her palm hits the canvas.
“ONE”
“TWO”
“DR….”
KICKOUT!
Sting: Ross back to his feet now.
Ross tries for a boot while Alice is on the ground – she catches the leg, gets up and pulls the big man down with a dragon screw. It buys Alice some time, but Ross is up quick and swings with a wild haymaker that Alice ducks causing him to swing around. Alice hits a backstabber. She digs her fingernails into the canvas letting out a shriek.
Sting: The champion finding a way to take control.
Ross is up but Alice with a ripcord lariat – she holds onto the wrist and delivers a slingblade. Ross is back up and he puts Alice on his shoulders running her into the corner again, but she plants her feet on the top pad and spins him around with a tornado DDT – the crowd pops.
Foote: What a way to turn that around.
Alice stomps down on Ross over and over trying to gain the advantage. He grabs her by the ankle though and pulls her into him to nail a spinebuster.
Sting: True back and forth action for the FIGHT Championship.
Ross pulls another fork out of god knows where and approaches Alice once again. Vebbins steps in again grabbing the fork again and yelling at Ross. He tries to push her to the side but Vebbins backs him up by poking his chest.
Foote: Vebbins laying down the law here tonight.
Alice uses Vebbins to leap frog and lands on the shoulders of Ross, she head butts him while sitting on his shoulders then sinks her teeth into the big man’s forehead – gnawing on his flesh. Ross grunts and runs across the ring hitting a buckle bomb.
Sting: Alice just biting at the face of Ross drawing blood, but he found a way to shake her loose again.
Ross brushes the blood out of his face and throws his hands up at Vebbins for not calling a DQ after taking the fork from him – she shrugs. Vebbins goes to the corner to give Alice a warning. Ross comes barrelling in with a cannonball Vebbins just avoids as he crushes Alice. Ross drags his victim from the corner and makes the cover.
Foote: Vebbins making the count.
“ONE”
“TWO”
“DR…”
KICKOUT!
Ross is now throwing three fingers up into the face of Vebbins. Alice grabs Ross from behind and hits a judo throw into a cross armbar, the big man struggles out of it – but Alice takes the back and twists her feet about his neck locking in a pentagram choke.
Sting: She has him, one way to stop this big sack of shit is to choke him out.
Foote: Easier said than done. You can see the anger in Ross’ eyes, his mad this woman made his girlfriends life hell in another fed and has been talking all this shit on social media.
Ross uses that anger to fuel him getting to his feet – Alice hangs from his back and he swings her overtop slamming her face against the ground with a kind of reverse Alabama slam.
Sting: Alice holding her face, I hope her nose isn’t broken.
Ross scoops Alice, putting her in a tombstone position – Alice slides off his back – lets out a scream and as Ross turns around she some how scoops him up with all she has and slams his to the canvas with an emerald flowsion.
Foote: Killer Gemini out of nowhere. What an effort to get the 300 pounder up.
Vebbins make the count.
“ONE”
“TWO”
“DREE!”
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and STILL FIGHT CHAMPION ALICE GEMINI!
Vebbins hands Gemini the FIGHT Championship and she holds it up int he air screaming once more as the “H” lights up leaving only one letter blank.
Sting: One more title defence and Alice is headed for a New World Championship shot.
Her music plays as she steps out of the ring to make her way up the ramp. Back in the ring Ross wipes the blood off his face from being bitten and is arguing with Vebbins about her officiating.
Foote: Things could boil over here.
Vebbins shrugs, tells him she did her best – she goes to turn around and Ross spins her around and hoists her intot he air delivering a Gonzo bomb.
Sting: Jesus, H-Bomb right onto her neck.
Ross is standing over a down Vebbins as his music plays and he slowly exits the ring.
Anderson: The following contest is for the FIGHT Championship. The special guest referee in for this contest will be Azurine Vebbins!
Vebbins waves to the crowd and they cheer as she goes to inspect the ring ropes and turnbuckles for durability.
Anderson: And first coming to the ring, she is the FIGHT CHAMPION ALICE GEMINI!
Red spotlight hits the ramp, Red Smoke comes from the ground, Alice Gemini walks through with her head down, palms lowered, but facing forward.
Foote: I have to say she may be the most dominating force in CU:LT right now and she is just two wins away from getting a shot at the New World Championship.
Alice walks slowly down the ramp in the same manner until she reaches the front of the ring – the camera catching the championship around her waist.
Sting: She found a home among the misfits much like Jane Doe and now they are a problem for the whole roster.
Alice pauses to look up slowly and screams as loud as she can and slides in the ring. Gemini smacks the mat several times while still on her knees, she then jumps up to climb the turnbuckle to scream again – she unstraps her championship and holds it up in the air. Finally she sits on the top turnbuckle to await her opponent – handing the title to a creeped out Vebbins.
Foote: I don’t know why Azurine would want to be in the middle of these two lunatics.
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the arena is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Sting: Another huge opportunity for Holden. I thought the man would be more relaxed with his girlfriend recently being added to the roster but her dad is pulling some Britney Spears level creepy legal guardian shit right now.
Foote: This will likely be Alice’s biggest challenge to date.
Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in CULT they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. The sirens begin winding up their pitch for the second round of screaming. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white’s eyes.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring; standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He brings his hands together in front of his chest, in a praying position. He then removes the stocking cap, chain, and jacket and tosses it out to the ring girl. When the Vebbins attempts to check him for contraband, Holden gently pushes her away and leans into his corner, apparently bored.
Foote: Vebbins should have checked him better, but she is pretty green as a ref so I will let it slide.
Vebbins holds the FIGHT Championship up in the air before handing it to the timekeeper and calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
It’s Alice to attack first running across the ring and leaping on Ross with a body scissors scratching at his face over and over – but the big man tosses Alice like she’s a feral kitten with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Alice is up but Holden rushes in with a huge big boot knocking her to the mat.
Foote: The size of The Bastard is going to be tough for Alice to counter.
As Foote says this Ross picks her up with a deadlift and slams her back down, he lifts Alice up once more putting her over his shoulder. Ross yells as he runs toward Vebbins who steps out of the way at the last second to allow the big man to slam Alice into the turnbuckle. Ross still has her on his shoulder then hits a tombstone.
Sting: What a brutal assault here from Ross.
Holden steps on the lower spine of Alice who screams out, Ross pulls her head back with a handful of her own hair.
Foote: Oh fuck Ross just pulled that fork from his knee pad.
Ross is holding the fork up, about to drive it into the skull of the champion when special guest referee Vebbins grabs the fork and yanks it from his hand.
Sting: There we go Vebbins asserting her authority in this one.
Ross backs Vebbins up, but she spins the fork around and pokes it into his chest letting him know who is boss in this one, telling him in her own special language he could have been DQed.
Foote: Roll up by Alice.
Vebbins get in position and counts aloud as her palm hits the canvas.
“ONE”
“TWO”
“DR….”
KICKOUT!
Sting: Ross back to his feet now.
Ross tries for a boot while Alice is on the ground – she catches the leg, gets up and pulls the big man down with a dragon screw. It buys Alice some time, but Ross is up quick and swings with a wild haymaker that Alice ducks causing him to swing around. Alice hits a backstabber. She digs her fingernails into the canvas letting out a shriek.
Sting: The champion finding a way to take control.
Ross is up but Alice with a ripcord lariat – she holds onto the wrist and delivers a slingblade. Ross is back up and he puts Alice on his shoulders running her into the corner again, but she plants her feet on the top pad and spins him around with a tornado DDT – the crowd pops.
Foote: What a way to turn that around.
Alice stomps down on Ross over and over trying to gain the advantage. He grabs her by the ankle though and pulls her into him to nail a spinebuster.
Sting: True back and forth action for the FIGHT Championship.
Ross pulls another fork out of god knows where and approaches Alice once again. Vebbins steps in again grabbing the fork again and yelling at Ross. He tries to push her to the side but Vebbins backs him up by poking his chest.
Foote: Vebbins laying down the law here tonight.
Alice uses Vebbins to leap frog and lands on the shoulders of Ross, she head butts him while sitting on his shoulders then sinks her teeth into the big man’s forehead – gnawing on his flesh. Ross grunts and runs across the ring hitting a buckle bomb.
Sting: Alice just biting at the face of Ross drawing blood, but he found a way to shake her loose again.
Ross brushes the blood out of his face and throws his hands up at Vebbins for not calling a DQ after taking the fork from him – she shrugs. Vebbins goes to the corner to give Alice a warning. Ross comes barrelling in with a cannonball Vebbins just avoids as he crushes Alice. Ross drags his victim from the corner and makes the cover.
Foote: Vebbins making the count.
“ONE”
“TWO”
“DR…”
KICKOUT!
Ross is now throwing three fingers up into the face of Vebbins. Alice grabs Ross from behind and hits a judo throw into a cross armbar, the big man struggles out of it – but Alice takes the back and twists her feet about his neck locking in a pentagram choke.
Sting: She has him, one way to stop this big sack of shit is to choke him out.
Foote: Easier said than done. You can see the anger in Ross’ eyes, his mad this woman made his girlfriends life hell in another fed and has been talking all this shit on social media.
Ross uses that anger to fuel him getting to his feet – Alice hangs from his back and he swings her overtop slamming her face against the ground with a kind of reverse Alabama slam.
Sting: Alice holding her face, I hope her nose isn’t broken.
Ross scoops Alice, putting her in a tombstone position – Alice slides off his back – lets out a scream and as Ross turns around she some how scoops him up with all she has and slams his to the canvas with an emerald flowsion.
Foote: Killer Gemini out of nowhere. What an effort to get the 300 pounder up.
Vebbins make the count.
“ONE”
“TWO”
“DREE!”
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and STILL FIGHT CHAMPION ALICE GEMINI!
Vebbins hands Gemini the FIGHT Championship and she holds it up int he air screaming once more as the “H” lights up leaving only one letter blank.
Sting: One more title defence and Alice is headed for a New World Championship shot.
Her music plays as she steps out of the ring to make her way up the ramp. Back in the ring Ross wipes the blood off his face from being bitten and is arguing with Vebbins about her officiating.
Foote: Things could boil over here.
Vebbins shrugs, tells him she did her best – she goes to turn around and Ross spins her around and hoists her intot he air delivering a Gonzo bomb.
Sting: Jesus, H-Bomb right onto her neck.
Ross is standing over a down Vebbins as his music plays and he slowly exits the ring.
Anderson: The following match is a first blood triple threat. Once you bleed you are eliminated, the last one to be busted open wins the match.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Iggy has a lot to prove here this is her second run with the company.
Mack and Iggy lock up and Holmes comes across the ring with a dropkick kicking both competitors between the ropes.
Sting: She might only be 18 but she has a lot of wrestling awareness. She chose her spot great there.
Holmes comes flying between the ropes taking out both her opponents once again. She dropkicks Mack’s head against the railing. Then Holmes, smart enough to know how to win this one – starts cracking the side of Mack’s head with kicks, smashing it off the barricade over and over.
Foote: Oh, Holmes stopped in her tracks with a backdrop from Iggy.
Iggy now starts slamming Mack’s head against the railing trying to draw blood. Then… WACK!
Sting: Holmes just smashed a chair over the back of Iggy’s head.
Foote: She’s wearing it as a necklace.
Iggy isn’t bleeding – Holmes starts to help her out with a few sharp elbows to the forehead and bridge of the nose. Mack clubs Holmes across the back. Mack drives Holmes into the ring post and then tosses her into the ring.
Sting: Iggy now battling back into this.
Iggy is exchanging strikes with Mack, but he plants her on the outside with a DDT. Mack grabs a barbedwire wrapped steel chair from under the ring. Mack raises the chair up and the Dallas crowd boos – he smirks sliding into the ring after Holmes. He swings by the 18-year-old prodigy ducks the swing. Holes drop kicks his knees out from under him.
Foote: Iggy getting in the ring and lining it up.
Holmes turns as Iggy comes running with her lariat. Homes ducks it and Iggy blasts the barbedwire chair right into the face of Mack knocking him into another dimension and cutting him open.
Sting: Iggy eliminated Mack.
Iggy goes to pick up the barbedwire wrapped chair – but Holmes stomps hard on her hand and knees Iggy in the face pushing her back. Iggy responds with a bicycle kick to the chest bouncing Holmes off the ropes into a superkick that drops her. Iggy picks her up for a powerbomb, but Holmes hurricanranas out of there. Both are to their feet now face to face. Holmes with some forearms now and then a flying cross body, Iggy catches her and hits a fallaway slam tossing Holmes overhead onto the barbedwire wrapped chair.
Foote: A sick impact, but not enough to draw any blood.
Iggy swings at Holmes who ducks and grabs one arm and then the other into a full nelson then rips Iggy back with all she has a full nelson suplex. Holmes slides out of the ring now and pulls a pizza cutter from a fan in the first row.
Sting: Here we go Holmes getting into the deathmatch spirit on Halloween night.
Holmes slides in the ring and is met with some stomps by Iggy who grabs the pizza cutter and tries to drive it into the forehead of Holmes – she puts her two hands up stopping Iggy from cutting her open and and rolls to her feet. Iggy comes with the cutter, but Holmes kicks it out of the hand of Iggy.
Foote: Fighting for inches in this one.
Iggy stuns Holmes with a roundhouse kick then a running knee to the face. Iggy with a hugh Northern Lights suplex – Holmes lands high on her shoulders and Iggy grabs the pizza cutter once more and paces toward Holmes who is trying to pull herself up with the ropes.
Sting: Iggy in control here.
As she stretches Holmes over the ropes and goes to drive the cutter into Holmes head she flicks it backward with a headbutt to the bridge of Iggy’s nose.
Foote: Holmes makes Iggy drop the cutter again.
Holmes catches Iggy with a spinebuster. Holmes uses everything she has to bring Iggy up and drop her with a sit-out powerbomb. Iggy manages to pull herself up with the ropes and Holmes driver her skull down to the canvas by flipping her into a tombstone piledriver.
Sting: What a combo by Holmes. Both these wrestlers trying to prove they can be major players in this company.
Holmes off the middle rope with a springboard moonsault. She stand up holding her stomach and grabs the pizza cutter once more holding it up to the cheering crowd who have been behind both wrestlers. Holes pulls Iggy's head back by her hair and slices her forhead oipen brutally with the cutter.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match SERENITY HOLMES!
The crowd is cheering for the battle Iggy and Holmes just went through... then boos erupt.
Foote: What the hell is this Alice Gemini just slid in the ring holding the FIGHT Championship.
Holmes turns around and is blasted with the FIGHT Championship. Holmes hit the ground hard, blood falling from her forehead onto the canvas. Alice grabs the back of Holmes head and pushes the title into her bloodied face.
Sting: What the hell is this! Alice Gemini just ruined Serenity Holmes big moment.
Iggy sees that is going on though and pushes Alice off of her opponent. Alice get in the face of Iggy now and they start exchanging punches as the crowd cheers. Iggy bounces Alice off the ropes setting her up for a lariat – but Alice rolls under the arm – snatches the championship and slides out of the ring.
Foote: What a way to belmish a great match – I need to see these two women go at it one on one.
Iggy’s music plays, but its all eye on Holmes as she glares through the blood on her face staring a hole in Alice Gemini.
Sting: This match has just been booked… at Super Saiyan I in Tokyo it will be Serenity Holmes vs Alice Gemini for the FIGHT Championship. These two have a history across companies and after Alice just beat Holmes boyfriend Holden Ross you know the bad blood is at an all time high.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Iggy has a lot to prove here this is her second run with the company.
Mack and Iggy lock up and Holmes comes across the ring with a dropkick kicking both competitors between the ropes.
Sting: She might only be 18 but she has a lot of wrestling awareness. She chose her spot great there.
Holmes comes flying between the ropes taking out both her opponents once again. She dropkicks Mack’s head against the railing. Then Holmes, smart enough to know how to win this one – starts cracking the side of Mack’s head with kicks, smashing it off the barricade over and over.
Foote: Oh, Holmes stopped in her tracks with a backdrop from Iggy.
Iggy now starts slamming Mack’s head against the railing trying to draw blood. Then… WACK!
Sting: Holmes just smashed a chair over the back of Iggy’s head.
Foote: She’s wearing it as a necklace.
Iggy isn’t bleeding – Holmes starts to help her out with a few sharp elbows to the forehead and bridge of the nose. Mack clubs Holmes across the back. Mack drives Holmes into the ring post and then tosses her into the ring.
Sting: Iggy now battling back into this.
Iggy is exchanging strikes with Mack, but he plants her on the outside with a DDT. Mack grabs a barbedwire wrapped steel chair from under the ring. Mack raises the chair up and the Dallas crowd boos – he smirks sliding into the ring after Holmes. He swings by the 18-year-old prodigy ducks the swing. Holes drop kicks his knees out from under him.
Foote: Iggy getting in the ring and lining it up.
Holmes turns as Iggy comes running with her lariat. Homes ducks it and Iggy blasts the barbedwire chair right into the face of Mack knocking him into another dimension and cutting him open.
Sting: Iggy eliminated Mack.
Iggy goes to pick up the barbedwire wrapped chair – but Holmes stomps hard on her hand and knees Iggy in the face pushing her back. Iggy responds with a bicycle kick to the chest bouncing Holmes off the ropes into a superkick that drops her. Iggy picks her up for a powerbomb, but Holmes hurricanranas out of there. Both are to their feet now face to face. Holmes with some forearms now and then a flying cross body, Iggy catches her and hits a fallaway slam tossing Holmes overhead onto the barbedwire wrapped chair.
Foote: A sick impact, but not enough to draw any blood.
Iggy swings at Holmes who ducks and grabs one arm and then the other into a full nelson then rips Iggy back with all she has a full nelson suplex. Holmes slides out of the ring now and pulls a pizza cutter from a fan in the first row.
Sting: Here we go Holmes getting into the deathmatch spirit on Halloween night.
Holmes slides in the ring and is met with some stomps by Iggy who grabs the pizza cutter and tries to drive it into the forehead of Holmes – she puts her two hands up stopping Iggy from cutting her open and and rolls to her feet. Iggy comes with the cutter, but Holmes kicks it out of the hand of Iggy.
Foote: Fighting for inches in this one.
Iggy stuns Holmes with a roundhouse kick then a running knee to the face. Iggy with a hugh Northern Lights suplex – Holmes lands high on her shoulders and Iggy grabs the pizza cutter once more and paces toward Holmes who is trying to pull herself up with the ropes.
Sting: Iggy in control here.
As she stretches Holmes over the ropes and goes to drive the cutter into Holmes head she flicks it backward with a headbutt to the bridge of Iggy’s nose.
Foote: Holmes makes Iggy drop the cutter again.
Holmes catches Iggy with a spinebuster. Holmes uses everything she has to bring Iggy up and drop her with a sit-out powerbomb. Iggy manages to pull herself up with the ropes and Holmes driver her skull down to the canvas by flipping her into a tombstone piledriver.
Sting: What a combo by Holmes. Both these wrestlers trying to prove they can be major players in this company.
Holmes off the middle rope with a springboard moonsault. She stand up holding her stomach and grabs the pizza cutter once more holding it up to the cheering crowd who have been behind both wrestlers. Holes pulls Iggy's head back by her hair and slices her forhead oipen brutally with the cutter.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match SERENITY HOLMES!
The crowd is cheering for the battle Iggy and Holmes just went through... then boos erupt.
Foote: What the hell is this Alice Gemini just slid in the ring holding the FIGHT Championship.
Holmes turns around and is blasted with the FIGHT Championship. Holmes hit the ground hard, blood falling from her forehead onto the canvas. Alice grabs the back of Holmes head and pushes the title into her bloodied face.
Sting: What the hell is this! Alice Gemini just ruined Serenity Holmes big moment.
Iggy sees that is going on though and pushes Alice off of her opponent. Alice get in the face of Iggy now and they start exchanging punches as the crowd cheers. Iggy bounces Alice off the ropes setting her up for a lariat – but Alice rolls under the arm – snatches the championship and slides out of the ring.
Foote: What a way to belmish a great match – I need to see these two women go at it one on one.
Iggy’s music plays, but its all eye on Holmes as she glares through the blood on her face staring a hole in Alice Gemini.
Sting: This match has just been booked… at Super Saiyan I in Tokyo it will be Serenity Holmes vs Alice Gemini for the FIGHT Championship. These two have a history across companies and after Alice just beat Holmes boyfriend Holden Ross you know the bad blood is at an all time high.
Bags surround the ring, each filled with a weapon to hurt your opponent with, or a trick, something to throw you off their game.
Anderson: The following match is for the SNUFF Championship.
Addy A holds the championship up in the air – she turns to the crowd and Max attacks her from the back, kicking her legs out from under her and stomping.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Max Daemon the king of shortcuts.
Max with some harsh forearms backing Addy up, he follows up with an enziguri. Max then comes off the second rope with a moonsault into a cover.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Max trying to sneak one there.
Addy fights back with a three kick combo, two to the ribs one to the head. Max is still standing so Addy hits an enziguri of her own. Addy now with a wheelbarrow bulldog. Addy picks Max up off the mat and whips him into the corner. She runs and hits him with a back elbow. Max is now seated and Addy comes crotch first hitting a bronco buster – at one point you can see Max stick his tongue out. Addy hops off, backs up and closes Max’s mouth with a boot to the side of his face.
Foote: Can’t blame Max who wouldn’t want a taste.
Sting: Jesus Christ…
Max pulls himself up in the corner and charges Addy – she spins him around using his own momentum and hits a bridging leg hook belly-to-back suplex.
1
2
KICKOUT!
Foote: Both trying to go for a quick pinfall before even getting to the weapons… but the crowd came here for one fucking reason… it’s DEATHMATCH DOES DALLAS!
As if Addy can hear him she slides out of the ring and grabs a bag and slides back in – meanwhile Max has scooped one up from the outside after crawling to the apron. Addy opens her bag and an explosion of glitter blinds her. Max lucks out and gets a bag of gusset plates. He puts it in his palm and plants it on the forehead of Addy A. He bitch slaps her with another one embedding it in her cheek. Max then forearms the gusset plate deeper before hitting a high angle back suplex causing Addy to land on the portion of her head a plate is stuck into.
Sting: Both competitors are not shy when it comes to using weapons.
Addy battles through a barrage of strikes from Max. Snap mare takeover - dropkick to back combo by the SNUFF Champion. Addy follows it up with a standing splash. She then grabs another bag hoping it is a trick and not a treat. She spills the contents all over the canvas smirking – gusset places still in her head.
Foote: It wouldn’t be a deathmatch night without a few thumb tacks.
Japanese Ocean cyclone suplex slamming Max back into the tacks for a bridging pinfall.
1
2
3
KICKOUT!
Sting: Max hanging in this one.
Addy shakes her head and finally pulls the gusset plates from it. As she is tending to herself Max has a second to grab another bag from outside. It’s a bunch of beer bottles – Max throws one right at Addy’s face like a baseball pitch and it shatters right in the middle of her forehead – shards blasting off into the crowd.
Foote: Holy shit, took a few of those from my old man back in the day.
Max cracks another bottle off the top of a turnbuckle and he then starts jabbing it into the forehead of Addy.
Daemon: You ain’t going to be so pretty after this.
He starts jabbing one edge into the corner of the mouth of Addy causing the audience to cringe. Addy sights back to her feet – but Max drops her with a big boot. He smashes some of the remaining bottles while they are in the bag and then spills the brown shards onto the ring.
Foote: Max is going to do whatever it takes to win the SNUFF Championship back.
Max hooks Addy up into a stalling suplex letting her dangle there in the air for a good 30 seconds before dropping her down head first with a brain buster into the glass. Max makes the cover.
1
2
3!
KICKOUT!
Sting: Addy breaks out of it!
Max punches the mat and grabs another bag, but it’s has one of those bank ink packs and it explodes in his face blinding him and painting it black. Addy grabs a bag and pulls a hammer from it – when Max turns around she cold cocks him right in the fucking skull dropping the hammer.
Foote: Addy pulling Max up now after that brutal shot and TINDERIZER!
Split legged stunner from Addy and she makes the cover.
1
2
3
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL SNUFF CHAMPION ADDY A!
Referee JJ Huffman puts the championship in Addy’s hands. She raises it in triumph before stomping to the back slapping hands of cheering fans along the way.
Foote: Another tough loss for Max.
Sting: Yes, but Addy is proving she has the same ability to hold that title as JD Driftwood before her… maybe she can use it as a springboard to the world championship one day as well.
Anderson: The following match is for the SNUFF Championship.
Addy A holds the championship up in the air – she turns to the crowd and Max attacks her from the back, kicking her legs out from under her and stomping.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Max Daemon the king of shortcuts.
Max with some harsh forearms backing Addy up, he follows up with an enziguri. Max then comes off the second rope with a moonsault into a cover.
1
2
KICKOUT!
Foote: Max trying to sneak one there.
Addy fights back with a three kick combo, two to the ribs one to the head. Max is still standing so Addy hits an enziguri of her own. Addy now with a wheelbarrow bulldog. Addy picks Max up off the mat and whips him into the corner. She runs and hits him with a back elbow. Max is now seated and Addy comes crotch first hitting a bronco buster – at one point you can see Max stick his tongue out. Addy hops off, backs up and closes Max’s mouth with a boot to the side of his face.
Foote: Can’t blame Max who wouldn’t want a taste.
Sting: Jesus Christ…
Max pulls himself up in the corner and charges Addy – she spins him around using his own momentum and hits a bridging leg hook belly-to-back suplex.
1
2
KICKOUT!
Foote: Both trying to go for a quick pinfall before even getting to the weapons… but the crowd came here for one fucking reason… it’s DEATHMATCH DOES DALLAS!
As if Addy can hear him she slides out of the ring and grabs a bag and slides back in – meanwhile Max has scooped one up from the outside after crawling to the apron. Addy opens her bag and an explosion of glitter blinds her. Max lucks out and gets a bag of gusset plates. He puts it in his palm and plants it on the forehead of Addy A. He bitch slaps her with another one embedding it in her cheek. Max then forearms the gusset plate deeper before hitting a high angle back suplex causing Addy to land on the portion of her head a plate is stuck into.
Sting: Both competitors are not shy when it comes to using weapons.
Addy battles through a barrage of strikes from Max. Snap mare takeover - dropkick to back combo by the SNUFF Champion. Addy follows it up with a standing splash. She then grabs another bag hoping it is a trick and not a treat. She spills the contents all over the canvas smirking – gusset places still in her head.
Foote: It wouldn’t be a deathmatch night without a few thumb tacks.
Japanese Ocean cyclone suplex slamming Max back into the tacks for a bridging pinfall.
1
2
3
KICKOUT!
Sting: Max hanging in this one.
Addy shakes her head and finally pulls the gusset plates from it. As she is tending to herself Max has a second to grab another bag from outside. It’s a bunch of beer bottles – Max throws one right at Addy’s face like a baseball pitch and it shatters right in the middle of her forehead – shards blasting off into the crowd.
Foote: Holy shit, took a few of those from my old man back in the day.
Max cracks another bottle off the top of a turnbuckle and he then starts jabbing it into the forehead of Addy.
Daemon: You ain’t going to be so pretty after this.
He starts jabbing one edge into the corner of the mouth of Addy causing the audience to cringe. Addy sights back to her feet – but Max drops her with a big boot. He smashes some of the remaining bottles while they are in the bag and then spills the brown shards onto the ring.
Foote: Max is going to do whatever it takes to win the SNUFF Championship back.
Max hooks Addy up into a stalling suplex letting her dangle there in the air for a good 30 seconds before dropping her down head first with a brain buster into the glass. Max makes the cover.
1
2
3!
KICKOUT!
Sting: Addy breaks out of it!
Max punches the mat and grabs another bag, but it’s has one of those bank ink packs and it explodes in his face blinding him and painting it black. Addy grabs a bag and pulls a hammer from it – when Max turns around she cold cocks him right in the fucking skull dropping the hammer.
Foote: Addy pulling Max up now after that brutal shot and TINDERIZER!
Split legged stunner from Addy and she makes the cover.
1
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3
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL SNUFF CHAMPION ADDY A!
Referee JJ Huffman puts the championship in Addy’s hands. She raises it in triumph before stomping to the back slapping hands of cheering fans along the way.
Foote: Another tough loss for Max.
Sting: Yes, but Addy is proving she has the same ability to hold that title as JD Driftwood before her… maybe she can use it as a springboard to the world championship one day as well.
It’s The Host With The Most Who Might Be A Ghost – Uncle Acid Face himself up on the big screen this time dressed in a suit.
Uncle AF: Well if we didn’t have those gusset plates the roof would have been torn off the building.
Uncle Acid Face laughs loud and obnoxiously, his jaw flapping until it falls off from its boned hinge onto the ground. He looks around with darting eye balls before picking it up and jamming it back in place.
Uncle: Ah, that is better. But I do have some regrettable news. It appears something mysterious happened to Noah Ortega’s flight – may have disappeared from thin air – and we all know how hard it can be to find those types of planes. So the match with Vincent Black for the CULT Classic Championship is off.
Boos from the crowed, but Uncle Acid Face sticks a bony finger up.
Uncle AF: Don’t worry we have a plan in place one of the losers from the main event will go on to face little Vinny at Super Saiyan I in Japan next month. So Vinny hold that title close, because nothing lasts forever!
Uncle Acid Face starts a laugh again as the big screen fades to black.
Uncle AF: Well if we didn’t have those gusset plates the roof would have been torn off the building.
Uncle Acid Face laughs loud and obnoxiously, his jaw flapping until it falls off from its boned hinge onto the ground. He looks around with darting eye balls before picking it up and jamming it back in place.
Uncle: Ah, that is better. But I do have some regrettable news. It appears something mysterious happened to Noah Ortega’s flight – may have disappeared from thin air – and we all know how hard it can be to find those types of planes. So the match with Vincent Black for the CULT Classic Championship is off.
Boos from the crowed, but Uncle Acid Face sticks a bony finger up.
Uncle AF: Don’t worry we have a plan in place one of the losers from the main event will go on to face little Vinny at Super Saiyan I in Japan next month. So Vinny hold that title close, because nothing lasts forever!
Uncle Acid Face starts a laugh again as the big screen fades to black.
DING! DING! DING!
Justin York and Ace lock up, Ace instantly advanced with a wrist lock pulling the arm behind the back with a hammerlock , York goes for a reversal with the snap mare but Ace lands on his feet with a front flip and takes York down with a snap mare followed by another quick snap mare followed up with a jumping version of a snapmare.
Foote: Ace Sky showing off his veteran experience , he has basically wrestled a circle around Justin York , going to work with the series of snapmares and a flyin’ mare!
Sting: Ace Sky is a dynamic dynamo, but he best be careful trying to get to fancy, Justin is not one to fight fair.
York retreats to the corner , and grabs the rope, mourning off to the ref to keep Ace back as he gets his composure legally, Ace attempts to push past the ref eagerly who has to stop him and York out of the official’s view pokes ace in the eye , he follows up with a fantastic standing drop kick absolutely adroitly nailing Ace in the head and sending him flying onto his back.
Foote: That was a very astute call to make Stacy, now we see York showing all he needs is an opportunity, don’t let the tactics fool you folks, as you can see by that beautiful dropkick , Justin York is no slouch in the ring.
He follows up with grabbing ace by the back belt of his tights and his nape tossing him out of the ring to ringside, he runs the ropes and catches Ace with a suicide dive , he rushes back into the ring full of adrenaline and hits the tope con Hilo! He follows this up with a standing DDT driving Ace into a forced headstand reaction
Sting: Ooh! What a nasty DDT on the outside.
Foote: The Casino Kid is showing he can go to the sky with ease just as his opponent.
Fans reacting with positivity towards his highflying tactics are now back to booing him due to that dastardly DDT, he smirks and sneers at the fans. As the referee Tom Garcia begins the outside count .
Garcia: 1 . .
Getting up running his mouth to them, he lifts up Ace with his 30 pound weight advantage to go for the brain buster on the outside as well . .
Garcia : 2 . .
Ace escapes with a couple knees to the skull and drops to his feet as Justin favors his head, as he turns his attention back ,
Ace has climbed upon the ring apron, runs across and dives off with an apron diving Meteora ! He follows up by taunting with a peace sign feeding the fans energy as he rolls Justin back into the ring the same way Justin got him out breaking the ref’s count at 5
Sting: Never toy with Ace, you have to stay on him or he will come back, all he needs is one big move
He attempts to pin Justin
1!
2!
Justin kicks out and Ace usually calm is now visibly frustrated .
Foote: The Galaxy Guru is getting frustrated, if he loses focus this could be the end for him.
Justin is on his knees and Ace nails him with a series of round kicks to the sternum, belly and back but his final attempt at a buzz saw-roundhouse kick is evaded by Justin who ducks and rolls him up with a school boy
1
2!
Sky escapes but Justin is relentless hitting him with a step up enzugiri as he rises first again ahead of Ace in energy . Ace falls flat on his face !
Foote: York seems to be ahead of Ace Sky, you think his Third Eye would help him. He may not be able to keep up with this kid.
He lifts Ace up by the chin to his feet and hits him with a couple knife edge chops , he whips Ace into the ropes and he hits the ropes returning back from the Irish whip reversing the kitchen sink knee attempt into a half Boston crab as the fans go wild from this sudden crafty quick reversal.
Sting: Oh my god, what a reversal. Never a good idea to underestimate Sky.
He follows this up by turning it into a Muta lock setting up with trapping the leg , preceding it by clasping his hands together in a prayer taunt and yelling as he bridges back applying it
Ace Sky: Namaste!
Unfortunately, York is close enough to reach the ropes
The ref counts the rope break and Ace let’s go at the three count
The official admonishes him for not breaking quick enough , Ace pushes past the official defiantly and with the official’s attention on Ace he is out of view point of York holding the middle ring rope and shooting his leg out with a boot to the crotch to the Space Shaman, fans boo as Ace cups himself and drops to his knees, wincing and grimacing .
Sting: Ooh, poor Ace, that is not fun right there.
Foote: Definitely not, York is doing whatever it takes, if you ain’t cheating, ya ain’t trying.
York sets up and executes a springboard cutter to Ace as he rises just in time to be caught with it !
He rolls Ace over and covers him, hooking just a single hamstring
1 . .
2 .
Ace with his free leg and shoulders can escape .
York sets up for the Casino Crusher getting Ace on his shoulders but Ace squirms and escapes out dropping behind in perfect position to apply the rear facelock
Ace Sky: Super Sonic Slice!
Ace completes the move with the split leg drop across the throat and yanks both of York’s legs over for an inverted cradle pin
1 -
2
NO! York kicks out again!
The fans notice first that York is in perfect position and begin freaking out, getting their phones and cameras ready, Ace nods and rises , as he climbs up and ascends the turnbuckle as quick as he can but still being a bit too careful , he ascends the turnbuckle and raises his arms with the twin peace sign finger gesture excitedly . . .
Sting: are we gonna see it, if he hits this, we know it’s over
He goes for the Galaxy Leap . The shooting star , completes the tuck in mid-air but as he spreads out York pops up to drag Ace Sky’s face down into the canvas hard with an X-factor.
Foote: Ace has crashed and burned, usually he can land on his feet but not this time. York with a reversal of the fucking year.
York smiles taunting to the booing crowd as he flips ace over and makes the cover.
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3!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of the match and JUSTIN YORK!
York's music plays and he's making his way to the back, but just as he gets to the entrance Vincent Black blasts out from behind the curtains and nails York with a forearm.
Foote: His flight must have came in late... but he is not taking kindly to the decision to allow his match to happen tonight.
Black hits a devastating pile driver in the ramp way and stomps on York's head. He picks up his Classic Championship and raises it to a cheering crowd. Black hits a death valley driver on York -- then takes him over to the side of the stage. Ace Sky comes up to try and stop the attack from an unhinged Black and just gets blasted with a huge right hand.
Sting: Vincent Black has lost it.
Black lifts York up and powerbombs him off the stage right on the the concrete below. The back of his head cracks open and a pull of blood forms as EMTs make their way down -- the crowd falls silent as Black holds up the CULT Championship.
Sting; This very well could be the end of Justin York's who career -- and this is not how you would expect a person who is supposed to represent pure wrestling should act.
Justin York and Ace lock up, Ace instantly advanced with a wrist lock pulling the arm behind the back with a hammerlock , York goes for a reversal with the snap mare but Ace lands on his feet with a front flip and takes York down with a snap mare followed by another quick snap mare followed up with a jumping version of a snapmare.
Foote: Ace Sky showing off his veteran experience , he has basically wrestled a circle around Justin York , going to work with the series of snapmares and a flyin’ mare!
Sting: Ace Sky is a dynamic dynamo, but he best be careful trying to get to fancy, Justin is not one to fight fair.
York retreats to the corner , and grabs the rope, mourning off to the ref to keep Ace back as he gets his composure legally, Ace attempts to push past the ref eagerly who has to stop him and York out of the official’s view pokes ace in the eye , he follows up with a fantastic standing drop kick absolutely adroitly nailing Ace in the head and sending him flying onto his back.
Foote: That was a very astute call to make Stacy, now we see York showing all he needs is an opportunity, don’t let the tactics fool you folks, as you can see by that beautiful dropkick , Justin York is no slouch in the ring.
He follows up with grabbing ace by the back belt of his tights and his nape tossing him out of the ring to ringside, he runs the ropes and catches Ace with a suicide dive , he rushes back into the ring full of adrenaline and hits the tope con Hilo! He follows this up with a standing DDT driving Ace into a forced headstand reaction
Sting: Ooh! What a nasty DDT on the outside.
Foote: The Casino Kid is showing he can go to the sky with ease just as his opponent.
Fans reacting with positivity towards his highflying tactics are now back to booing him due to that dastardly DDT, he smirks and sneers at the fans. As the referee Tom Garcia begins the outside count .
Garcia: 1 . .
Getting up running his mouth to them, he lifts up Ace with his 30 pound weight advantage to go for the brain buster on the outside as well . .
Garcia : 2 . .
Ace escapes with a couple knees to the skull and drops to his feet as Justin favors his head, as he turns his attention back ,
Ace has climbed upon the ring apron, runs across and dives off with an apron diving Meteora ! He follows up by taunting with a peace sign feeding the fans energy as he rolls Justin back into the ring the same way Justin got him out breaking the ref’s count at 5
Sting: Never toy with Ace, you have to stay on him or he will come back, all he needs is one big move
He attempts to pin Justin
1!
2!
Justin kicks out and Ace usually calm is now visibly frustrated .
Foote: The Galaxy Guru is getting frustrated, if he loses focus this could be the end for him.
Justin is on his knees and Ace nails him with a series of round kicks to the sternum, belly and back but his final attempt at a buzz saw-roundhouse kick is evaded by Justin who ducks and rolls him up with a school boy
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2!
Sky escapes but Justin is relentless hitting him with a step up enzugiri as he rises first again ahead of Ace in energy . Ace falls flat on his face !
Foote: York seems to be ahead of Ace Sky, you think his Third Eye would help him. He may not be able to keep up with this kid.
He lifts Ace up by the chin to his feet and hits him with a couple knife edge chops , he whips Ace into the ropes and he hits the ropes returning back from the Irish whip reversing the kitchen sink knee attempt into a half Boston crab as the fans go wild from this sudden crafty quick reversal.
Sting: Oh my god, what a reversal. Never a good idea to underestimate Sky.
He follows this up by turning it into a Muta lock setting up with trapping the leg , preceding it by clasping his hands together in a prayer taunt and yelling as he bridges back applying it
Ace Sky: Namaste!
Unfortunately, York is close enough to reach the ropes
The ref counts the rope break and Ace let’s go at the three count
The official admonishes him for not breaking quick enough , Ace pushes past the official defiantly and with the official’s attention on Ace he is out of view point of York holding the middle ring rope and shooting his leg out with a boot to the crotch to the Space Shaman, fans boo as Ace cups himself and drops to his knees, wincing and grimacing .
Sting: Ooh, poor Ace, that is not fun right there.
Foote: Definitely not, York is doing whatever it takes, if you ain’t cheating, ya ain’t trying.
York sets up and executes a springboard cutter to Ace as he rises just in time to be caught with it !
He rolls Ace over and covers him, hooking just a single hamstring
1 . .
2 .
Ace with his free leg and shoulders can escape .
York sets up for the Casino Crusher getting Ace on his shoulders but Ace squirms and escapes out dropping behind in perfect position to apply the rear facelock
Ace Sky: Super Sonic Slice!
Ace completes the move with the split leg drop across the throat and yanks both of York’s legs over for an inverted cradle pin
1 -
2
NO! York kicks out again!
The fans notice first that York is in perfect position and begin freaking out, getting their phones and cameras ready, Ace nods and rises , as he climbs up and ascends the turnbuckle as quick as he can but still being a bit too careful , he ascends the turnbuckle and raises his arms with the twin peace sign finger gesture excitedly . . .
Sting: are we gonna see it, if he hits this, we know it’s over
He goes for the Galaxy Leap . The shooting star , completes the tuck in mid-air but as he spreads out York pops up to drag Ace Sky’s face down into the canvas hard with an X-factor.
Foote: Ace has crashed and burned, usually he can land on his feet but not this time. York with a reversal of the fucking year.
York smiles taunting to the booing crowd as he flips ace over and makes the cover.
1
2
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of the match and JUSTIN YORK!
York's music plays and he's making his way to the back, but just as he gets to the entrance Vincent Black blasts out from behind the curtains and nails York with a forearm.
Foote: His flight must have came in late... but he is not taking kindly to the decision to allow his match to happen tonight.
Black hits a devastating pile driver in the ramp way and stomps on York's head. He picks up his Classic Championship and raises it to a cheering crowd. Black hits a death valley driver on York -- then takes him over to the side of the stage. Ace Sky comes up to try and stop the attack from an unhinged Black and just gets blasted with a huge right hand.
Sting: Vincent Black has lost it.
Black lifts York up and powerbombs him off the stage right on the the concrete below. The back of his head cracks open and a pull of blood forms as EMTs make their way down -- the crowd falls silent as Black holds up the CULT Championship.
Sting; This very well could be the end of Justin York's who career -- and this is not how you would expect a person who is supposed to represent pure wrestling should act.
The scene opens with an eerie graveyard – low lying fog – towering tombstones with smaller ones littered throughout – a few open graves… the moon back lighting it all. A figure is walking what looks to be just the skeleton of the cat on a leash and as they get closer to the screen you realize it is The Host With The Most Who Might Be A Ghost – Uncle Acid Face himself. He coughs a plume of dust from his lungs.
Uncle AF: Well it appears I will have to be the official for this one.
The camera does a spin blurring everything around it and when it stops back on Uncle Acid Face he is in a referee's outfit blowing a whistle aggressively.
Uncle AF: This is a graveyard smash match. Pin, submit or better yet bury your opponent alive to win. And look… here come the champions now.
All three members of Three Ring Barney – the little clown Luna Baby – the towering mime Royston Popplewell- and the anger driven magician Chester Roosevelt. Royston and Luna carry the Double Homicide Championship and drop them at the cemetery gates.
Foote: You know I wouldn’t be surprised to see these lunatics in the middle of a graveyard at night. Best thing to do would be to keep on driving.
Luna and Royston have little time to prepare as they are attacked from behind by both members of Strike 2 Kill.
Uncle AF: DING! DING! DING!
Uncle Acid Face says as he hits a big triangle made of hollowed out leg bones with a forearm bone to start the contest.
Sting: Strike 2 Kill made their debut last month by taking a team out with a sneak attack so no surprise here they are trying to get the advantage.
Richardson and Watson are taking it to Luna and Royston all the while Chester leans on the cemetery gates taking in the action – confident his team will turn things around. It all starts with a couple shots to the gut from Luna backing Watson off her. She shotgun dropkicks Watson deeper into the cemetery and springs off a gravestone with a crossbody taking him down. Luna mounts and starts throwing wild punches down on Watson.
Foote: Strike 2 Kill took the first shot and now they are just getting fucked up.
Royston now has Richardson up in a Gorilla press and and drops him letting his jaw snap off the top of tombstone. Royston starts slamming Richardson’s head against a grave stone over and over – Luna sees the action and starts kicking Watson with the back of his head bouncing off a grave stone as well.
Sting: This is just a brutal beat down… a god dam slaughtering.. This isn’t even a wrestling match.
When both stones are bloodied Royston picks Richardson’s mangled body by the hair. He puts him in a Razor’s edge and drives him down and extra six feet into an open grave.
Foote: Holy fuck that has to be a 12 foot fall in total.
Somehow Watson managed to crawl away from Lun – blood dripping from the back of his head now down to his chin. He is pulling himself up with a casket when the door flings open and it’s Uncle Acid Face dressed as a dead bride just projectile power puking into the face of Watson. He is blinded and turns around to a kick to the face by Luna Baby.
Sting: This is getting out of hand – but Three Ring Barney is in their element tonight.
Royston has Watson up on his shoulders now and Luna comers of the top of a huge monument closelining Watson off his shoulders causing him to backflip through the air down into the grave on top of his partner.
Foote: What an execution.
All the members of Three Ring Barney start shoveling dirt into the grave joyfully as they cover both bodies in dirt. Uncle Acid Face rings his makeshift bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Uncle AF: The WINNERS of the match and STILL DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS THREE RING BARNEY!
Royston and Luna pick up their championships – but in the distance the worst fucking mumble rap you have ever heard faintly touches the ears of Three Ring Barney and the fans watching on the big screen in the arena.
Sting: No it can’t be…
When Three Ring Barney make it back to the cemetery gates the headlights of a car light them up – mumble rap getting louder and louder. A car comes into frame a clapped out rusted piece of shit Bently – windows rattling from the shit music inside.
Foote: No way.. It’s Da Bing Bong Twinz. They must have secured a new Bentley after theirs was stolen and they are now signed to CU:LT and I hear a championship shot was part of that deal.
The Twinz step out of the shit car the doors almost coming off the hinges as they shut them. The boys stand there eyeing up the champions as the engine on their car ticks away.
Sting: If they came looking for a fight I think they found one.
Royston and Luna step forward – but Roosevelt stops them both and approaches the two boys alone. They look at him and try to swing but Roosevelt put a hand around each of their throats. They take their phones out and start snapping pictures trying to blind the big man – but no luck.
Foote: Got them by the goozle!
Roosevelt hoists up both men and chokeslams them on the hood of the car causing a huge dent. The backs of The Twinz head crack the windshield – the horn of their car blasts into the night as Royston and Luna walk off with their championships and Roosevelt off into the night
Uncle AF: Well it appears I will have to be the official for this one.
The camera does a spin blurring everything around it and when it stops back on Uncle Acid Face he is in a referee's outfit blowing a whistle aggressively.
Uncle AF: This is a graveyard smash match. Pin, submit or better yet bury your opponent alive to win. And look… here come the champions now.
All three members of Three Ring Barney – the little clown Luna Baby – the towering mime Royston Popplewell- and the anger driven magician Chester Roosevelt. Royston and Luna carry the Double Homicide Championship and drop them at the cemetery gates.
Foote: You know I wouldn’t be surprised to see these lunatics in the middle of a graveyard at night. Best thing to do would be to keep on driving.
Luna and Royston have little time to prepare as they are attacked from behind by both members of Strike 2 Kill.
Uncle AF: DING! DING! DING!
Uncle Acid Face says as he hits a big triangle made of hollowed out leg bones with a forearm bone to start the contest.
Sting: Strike 2 Kill made their debut last month by taking a team out with a sneak attack so no surprise here they are trying to get the advantage.
Richardson and Watson are taking it to Luna and Royston all the while Chester leans on the cemetery gates taking in the action – confident his team will turn things around. It all starts with a couple shots to the gut from Luna backing Watson off her. She shotgun dropkicks Watson deeper into the cemetery and springs off a gravestone with a crossbody taking him down. Luna mounts and starts throwing wild punches down on Watson.
Foote: Strike 2 Kill took the first shot and now they are just getting fucked up.
Royston now has Richardson up in a Gorilla press and and drops him letting his jaw snap off the top of tombstone. Royston starts slamming Richardson’s head against a grave stone over and over – Luna sees the action and starts kicking Watson with the back of his head bouncing off a grave stone as well.
Sting: This is just a brutal beat down… a god dam slaughtering.. This isn’t even a wrestling match.
When both stones are bloodied Royston picks Richardson’s mangled body by the hair. He puts him in a Razor’s edge and drives him down and extra six feet into an open grave.
Foote: Holy fuck that has to be a 12 foot fall in total.
Somehow Watson managed to crawl away from Lun – blood dripping from the back of his head now down to his chin. He is pulling himself up with a casket when the door flings open and it’s Uncle Acid Face dressed as a dead bride just projectile power puking into the face of Watson. He is blinded and turns around to a kick to the face by Luna Baby.
Sting: This is getting out of hand – but Three Ring Barney is in their element tonight.
Royston has Watson up on his shoulders now and Luna comers of the top of a huge monument closelining Watson off his shoulders causing him to backflip through the air down into the grave on top of his partner.
Foote: What an execution.
All the members of Three Ring Barney start shoveling dirt into the grave joyfully as they cover both bodies in dirt. Uncle Acid Face rings his makeshift bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Uncle AF: The WINNERS of the match and STILL DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS THREE RING BARNEY!
Royston and Luna pick up their championships – but in the distance the worst fucking mumble rap you have ever heard faintly touches the ears of Three Ring Barney and the fans watching on the big screen in the arena.
Sting: No it can’t be…
When Three Ring Barney make it back to the cemetery gates the headlights of a car light them up – mumble rap getting louder and louder. A car comes into frame a clapped out rusted piece of shit Bently – windows rattling from the shit music inside.
Foote: No way.. It’s Da Bing Bong Twinz. They must have secured a new Bentley after theirs was stolen and they are now signed to CU:LT and I hear a championship shot was part of that deal.
The Twinz step out of the shit car the doors almost coming off the hinges as they shut them. The boys stand there eyeing up the champions as the engine on their car ticks away.
Sting: If they came looking for a fight I think they found one.
Royston and Luna step forward – but Roosevelt stops them both and approaches the two boys alone. They look at him and try to swing but Roosevelt put a hand around each of their throats. They take their phones out and start snapping pictures trying to blind the big man – but no luck.
Foote: Got them by the goozle!
Roosevelt hoists up both men and chokeslams them on the hood of the car causing a huge dent. The backs of The Twinz head crack the windshield – the horn of their car blasts into the night as Royston and Luna walk off with their championships and Roosevelt off into the night
Uncle Acid Face is still in the graveyard this time he is in a reporter get up and speaking into the mic as The Bing Bong Twinz are recovering from the assault from Three Ring Banrey in behind him.
Uncle AF: What…. BREAKING!!!
Uncle says as a banner blasts across the screen – Uncle AF is acting as if he is being fed info from an ear piece.
Uncle: I am being told that following the exchange between Chester Roosevelt and Da Bing Bong Twinz… it will be Chester himself defending the Double Homicide Championships ALONE against the Bing Bong Baddies live in Tokyo next month!
A CULT logo appears on screen and the feed cuts back to the arena.
Uncle AF: What…. BREAKING!!!
Uncle says as a banner blasts across the screen – Uncle AF is acting as if he is being fed info from an ear piece.
Uncle: I am being told that following the exchange between Chester Roosevelt and Da Bing Bong Twinz… it will be Chester himself defending the Double Homicide Championships ALONE against the Bing Bong Baddies live in Tokyo next month!
A CULT logo appears on screen and the feed cuts back to the arena.
Anderson: The following contest is a Devil’s Pitchfork Match where pitchforks are the only legal weapon.
Cogan is on one side with a rusty as fuck pitchfork – opposite him is Beaufort holding a perfectly sharp pink handled pitchfork she spins around like Donetello.
DING! DING! DING!
It’s a sword fight at first with both of them crashing the forks together and poking and prodigy for position. Beaufort spins around slapping Cogan on the back with her pitchfork. Cogan drops his from his hands and goes to pick it up when Beaufort slams the fork across his back.
Foote: This is one of the weirdest match types English has come up with!
Beaufort tries poking the pitchfork into the head of the downed Cogan, but he rolls away and snatches up his pitchfork. He swings it at Beaufort who ducks, she goes to poke Cogan but he sidesteps. He then wraps the pitchfork pole around Beaufort’s neck – squeezing and squeezing.
Sting: Cogan trying to choke her out.
Beaufort pulls him down with a jaw breaker. She picks up her pitch fork again – Cogan is hypnotized by the spinning weapon then Beaufort racks it across his face leaving three deep scratches.
Foote: Fuck, I don’t know if Cogan will make it out of this with his eye signt intact.
Beaufort know tries forking the downed Cogan like he is a bail of fucking hay. Cogan keeps rolling out of the way. He gets to his feet trying to defend himself. He runs at Beaufort with his rusty old pitchfork – but she throws her sharp one and it fucking impales Cogan’s shoulder.
Sting: OH MY GOD!
Cogan is screaming with the huge pitchfork straight through his shoulder – he’s pacing around the ring trying to figure out if he should pull it out. Beaufort herself looks on in shock not believing what she just did.
Foote: Going to grow up quick in CU:LT hunny.
Beufort knows she has to close out the match so she runs at Cogan who coincidentally decides to spin around. The end of the pitch fork swings around with momentum and finds a home on the bridge of Beufort’s nose – she flips backward landing hard on her neck as Cogan looks around…
Sting: What the fuck did we just see! Did Cogan accidently KO Beaufort!
Cogan rips the pitchfork from his shoulder – blood squirts out as he makes the cover.
1
2
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match CRAIG COGAN!
The crowd actually pops for Cogan as he holds up the pitchfork and shakes it. Beaufort starts to come to just as Cogan makes his way to the back – a proud Gram Gram by his side.
Cogan is on one side with a rusty as fuck pitchfork – opposite him is Beaufort holding a perfectly sharp pink handled pitchfork she spins around like Donetello.
DING! DING! DING!
It’s a sword fight at first with both of them crashing the forks together and poking and prodigy for position. Beaufort spins around slapping Cogan on the back with her pitchfork. Cogan drops his from his hands and goes to pick it up when Beaufort slams the fork across his back.
Foote: This is one of the weirdest match types English has come up with!
Beaufort tries poking the pitchfork into the head of the downed Cogan, but he rolls away and snatches up his pitchfork. He swings it at Beaufort who ducks, she goes to poke Cogan but he sidesteps. He then wraps the pitchfork pole around Beaufort’s neck – squeezing and squeezing.
Sting: Cogan trying to choke her out.
Beaufort pulls him down with a jaw breaker. She picks up her pitch fork again – Cogan is hypnotized by the spinning weapon then Beaufort racks it across his face leaving three deep scratches.
Foote: Fuck, I don’t know if Cogan will make it out of this with his eye signt intact.
Beaufort know tries forking the downed Cogan like he is a bail of fucking hay. Cogan keeps rolling out of the way. He gets to his feet trying to defend himself. He runs at Beaufort with his rusty old pitchfork – but she throws her sharp one and it fucking impales Cogan’s shoulder.
Sting: OH MY GOD!
Cogan is screaming with the huge pitchfork straight through his shoulder – he’s pacing around the ring trying to figure out if he should pull it out. Beaufort herself looks on in shock not believing what she just did.
Foote: Going to grow up quick in CU:LT hunny.
Beufort knows she has to close out the match so she runs at Cogan who coincidentally decides to spin around. The end of the pitch fork swings around with momentum and finds a home on the bridge of Beufort’s nose – she flips backward landing hard on her neck as Cogan looks around…
Sting: What the fuck did we just see! Did Cogan accidently KO Beaufort!
Cogan rips the pitchfork from his shoulder – blood squirts out as he makes the cover.
1
2
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match CRAIG COGAN!
The crowd actually pops for Cogan as he holds up the pitchfork and shakes it. Beaufort starts to come to just as Cogan makes his way to the back – a proud Gram Gram by his side.
The eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family blasts out in the arena now signaling the arrival of the CU:LT Leader.
Foote: Looks like English was able to catch a late flight to Dallas after his PWE debut to make it here to see what The Board has planned for him.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Sting: There are already rumors swirling that Datura is coming to CU:LT to fight English himself.
The lights come on slowly and Casanova English is standing at the top of the entrance with a pack of cigarettes in the breast pocket of his leather jacket. His towering friend and bodyguard Bash Daddy escorts the tired CULT Leader to the ring.
Foote: I don’t know if getting back into active competition considering CULT is still a growing company.
"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."
English stomps toward the ring, a scowl on his face – Bash following close behind.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen… CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
CU:LT chants ring out as English steps into the ring, Bash lowering to rope for him, he snatches the mic from Anderson Sheply who just announced him to the ring.
English: If there is one thing I never want to do it is wrestle in my own company. I have witnessed owner after owner go down this route and it never ends right… it ends with closed doors, press conference rants and leaks to the fucking dirt sheets… but here I am being pressured into this situation by the powers that be just because I want to exist a little outside of this fucking company.
English is cut off by a horse head wearing mother fucker on the big screen glaring at him with some cheap red glowing Halloween themed fucking eyes.
Horse: Mr. English… you promised to bring this company to heights never seen in this industry, you claim to be the centerpiece of all this. You have interfered in championship matches and have stacked the odds with your booking and the second we make the ask for you to back up your bullshit you want to claim to be the victim. We all know you were Visionaries of Wrestling’s longest World Champion and sometimes… well the ghosts of our past come to haunt us.
The lights snap off and a red spotlight highlights a woman covered in blood at the top of the ramp. The light flicks, she is at the bottom of the ramp. It flicks again and she is in the ring face to face with Casanova English, blood dripping from her body – layered on so thick she looks like the next lead role in a Carrie remake.
Sting: This is fucking creepy.
English trying to blow it all off lights a cigarette and places it between his lips blowing smoke in the direction of the bloody figure. The woman reaches out, two crimson fingers drag slowly down English’s face leaving a trail behind it. The fingers pluck the cigarette and the woman brings it to her lips.
Foote: English refusing to engage here – trying not to let the intimidation show.
The figure takes a haul off the cigarette and blows a plume of smoke in the face of English and toward his bodyguard as well. The lights go out once more… when they come back one bloody word is scribbled on the canvas.
DATURA!
Sting: Well it is official Casanova English vs Datura in a unsanctioned lights out match this December.
English grins, like a 16-year-old boy during WWII lying about his age to get drafted… not knowing the hailstorm of bullets coming his way
Foote: Looks like English was able to catch a late flight to Dallas after his PWE debut to make it here to see what The Board has planned for him.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Sting: There are already rumors swirling that Datura is coming to CU:LT to fight English himself.
The lights come on slowly and Casanova English is standing at the top of the entrance with a pack of cigarettes in the breast pocket of his leather jacket. His towering friend and bodyguard Bash Daddy escorts the tired CULT Leader to the ring.
Foote: I don’t know if getting back into active competition considering CULT is still a growing company.
"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."
English stomps toward the ring, a scowl on his face – Bash following close behind.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen… CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
CU:LT chants ring out as English steps into the ring, Bash lowering to rope for him, he snatches the mic from Anderson Sheply who just announced him to the ring.
English: If there is one thing I never want to do it is wrestle in my own company. I have witnessed owner after owner go down this route and it never ends right… it ends with closed doors, press conference rants and leaks to the fucking dirt sheets… but here I am being pressured into this situation by the powers that be just because I want to exist a little outside of this fucking company.
English is cut off by a horse head wearing mother fucker on the big screen glaring at him with some cheap red glowing Halloween themed fucking eyes.
Horse: Mr. English… you promised to bring this company to heights never seen in this industry, you claim to be the centerpiece of all this. You have interfered in championship matches and have stacked the odds with your booking and the second we make the ask for you to back up your bullshit you want to claim to be the victim. We all know you were Visionaries of Wrestling’s longest World Champion and sometimes… well the ghosts of our past come to haunt us.
The lights snap off and a red spotlight highlights a woman covered in blood at the top of the ramp. The light flicks, she is at the bottom of the ramp. It flicks again and she is in the ring face to face with Casanova English, blood dripping from her body – layered on so thick she looks like the next lead role in a Carrie remake.
Sting: This is fucking creepy.
English trying to blow it all off lights a cigarette and places it between his lips blowing smoke in the direction of the bloody figure. The woman reaches out, two crimson fingers drag slowly down English’s face leaving a trail behind it. The fingers pluck the cigarette and the woman brings it to her lips.
Foote: English refusing to engage here – trying not to let the intimidation show.
The figure takes a haul off the cigarette and blows a plume of smoke in the face of English and toward his bodyguard as well. The lights go out once more… when they come back one bloody word is scribbled on the canvas.
DATURA!
Sting: Well it is official Casanova English vs Datura in a unsanctioned lights out match this December.
English grins, like a 16-year-old boy during WWII lying about his age to get drafted… not knowing the hailstorm of bullets coming his way
One entire side of the ring ropes is wrapped in barbedwire, glass panes, wire wrapped plywood, tables – grabgae cans of weapons litter the arena as fans are in a frenzy for the main event death match.
Anderson: The following contest is a Fatal-4-Way Deathmatch for the NEW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
Zombie” by the Cranberries begins to play on the PA system as the lights on stage fade to black. The audience pulls their phones out to help the camera search the crowd for the mysterious Jane.
Sting: Here she is Jane Doe the woman that brought CU:LT to the height is is at today and to see her become the New World Champion on Halloween Night… well wouldn’t that be poetic.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring from The Potters Field standing 5’6 weighting 147lbs Voice of the Victim JANNNNNEEEE DOEEEEE!
As the music lowers and the leading riff plays, the Voice of the Victim steps from one of the entrance followed by the Speaker of the Dead. Fans reach towards her, hesitant as she slowly walks through the crowd. Upon reaching the ring, Jane slides in and crawl towards the center as Sound stands patiently ringside.
Foote: She is an absolute force in this company and I know once she wins that title back it’ll be in a death grip.
Jane explores each corner, pulling herself onto the second buckle. She stares inquisitively into the crowd.
Sting: Here he is the former and first New World Champion… the only man to win it twice.
“The Man Who Made a Monster” by Dance with the Dead begins to play over the P.A., it’s driving beat permeating through the arena. Gradually, Donnie Hopkins saunters out and down the ramp.
Anderson; First coming to the ring standing 6’2” weighing in at 248lbs from Brooklyn, New York… The Journeyman DONNIE HOPKINS!
He looks out into the crowd with a snide snarl before he walks raptly to the ring. He wipes his boots on the outside apron before entering and quickly takes off his jacket. He heads to his corner and impatiently waits for the match to start.
Foote: I am surprised Jane and Donnie can keep their hands off one another considering their history with one another.
Her by Megan Thee Stallion hits through the speakers and fans rise to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of the hometown hero…. "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope!
Sting: This is the chance she wanted… the moment is set for the fairy-tale story of Lissie Hope winning the New World Championship.
I don't care if these bitches don't like me
'Cause, like, I'm pretty as fuck, hahahaha
Just the other day, I heard a hoe say...
Matter of fact, what could a hoe say?
Finally, the curtains spread and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, standing for a moment and appreciating all of the cheers being levied in her direction.
Sting: Hopemania is running wild here in Dallas.
Foote: If she wins the championship tonight English is going to have a heart attack… especially after what we just saw with Datura.
She notices signs of support in the front rows, and she acknowledges those young fans with high-fives. She sprints down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. She bounces to her feet and raises her arms to the crowd.
Foote: I think I have to back Jaka in this one. She knows how to work the business – she’s had three of the biggest matches in this company and has yet to have her shoulders pinned to the mat. She’s comin’ off huge win against Iggy.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, from New Orleans, Louisiana... standing 5'4" and weighing 143 pounds... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!
She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Hero" tee-shirt, revealing a black Under Armour exercise top and black and pink workout pants. She tosses the shirt into front rows, watching the fans fight over the memorabilia. Climbing the corner to acknowledge the fans, the song fades to a hush and she awaits the opening bell.
Sting: You can barely hear us over the crowd in Dallas. This is celery the biggest match the company has ever put on.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual and a mixed reaction follows.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring he is the NEW WORLD CHAMPION…. JD DRIFTWOOD!
JD Driftwood walks out with the New World Championship over his shoulder and a Busch light in his hand – he slugs the fucker back and crushes the can on her forehead – cutting himself open pre-match.
Foote: There he is the New World Champion what a sight to behold.
JD stomps into the ring tosses the championship to JJ Huffman and Tom Garcia.. Both in charge of keeping track of the action. Both refs reach of it, bit Garcia grabs it with his big arm and is on his way to give it to the time keeper when JD Driftwood blasts out of his corner taking Hope down with a spear and mounting her with punches.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Fuck didn’t take long to get this one going.
JD has Hope pushed into the wire wrapped ropes and is wrapping her in them and stopping down as she tries to scramble away – the crowd booing as he tries to cut up the hometown hero. Meanwhile it is another page in an old book as Jane and Donnie are exchanging blows in the center of the ring -– until Donnie reaches down and grabs a lighttube from a trash can smashing it over her skull.
Sting: No love lost between Jane and Donnie.
Donnie is jabbing the end of the broken tube into the skull of Jane – she spurts blood onto the mat.
Foote: Who would have thought she is a squirter.
Lissie has dragged JD into the wire with her and both are tangled up kicking at one another – Donnie comes barrelling with knee to JD’s head. Donnie drags JD out of the wire – but he isn’t standing long as Lissie hit him with a low blow from behind. Now she is out for revenge on JD. Lissie with a leg drop across the champion's throat. She places a glass pane on top of JD and when Donnie comes with a wild swing she ducks and drops him on top of JD with a back suplex making a glass sandwich.
Sting: Lissie is picking up this deathmatch shit quick.
The crowd is behind Lissie as she gets up and turns face to face with a bloody Jane Doe and for a second she freezes… long enough for Jane to hit a headbutt smearing her blood across the face of Hope. Jane with a swinging neckbreaker on Hope.
Foote: Everyone getting a piece tonight.
Donnie has a shard of glass in his hand and he now is driving that into the forehead of Jane – she stops him with a gut kick. She hits an uppercut and then a shogun drop kick. Jane off the second rope with a springboard elbow drop.
Sting: Jane wanting to close out this nearly year long feud.
JD has some barbedwire loose and wraps it around the neck of Hope from behind digging the barbs into her throat. The crowd boos and Hope breaks past her previous trauma to counter with a stunner. Hope grabs a kendo stick from a trash can and starts lighting up JD’s body with blistering shots. The crowd starts chanting “Hope” as every shot connects.
Foote: And there Jane and Donnie go tumbling to the outside as he takes them both over the ropes with a closeline.
Jane is up but Donnie spring up too and scoop slams her on the outside. He then lifts her up and drops her split legged down on the rail separating the crowd and knocks her into the first row with another closeline. Donnie pushes a child off his chair and picks it up, beating Jane over and over with it.
Sting: What a fucking asshole.
Lissie has a pane of glass set up in one of the corners of the ring. She grabs JD in a German suplex trying to flip him back into the glass – but he throws elbows back connecting with a few – enough to break Lissie off of him. He kicks her in the stomach and then lifts her up with a powerbomb and slams her through the glass. JD makes the cover and referee Tom Garcia makes the count.
1
2
3?
KICKOUT!
Sting: Shoulder up by Lissie, she isn’t going out in Texas like that.
Donnie and Jane battle through the crowd. Donnie hits a huge scoop slam on top of the concrete steps. Donnie stomps all over Jane's body – until she grabs a foot and pulls him in for a belly to belly slamming him on the concrete corners of the steps. Jane wraps Donnie’s legs around the metal railing separating the stairs into two rows and locks in a figure four.
Foote: I can hear Donnie’s ol knees creaking from here.
Donnie is struggling to break free, but eventually he pulls one leg loose and slams his heel down onto Jane’s bloody face to break free.
Sting: Donnie gets out of that one… JD can lose his championship tonight and not even be the man to be pinned or submitted.
JD is slamming Hope’s head down on the shattered glass on the canvas. JD slams Lissie’s head into the glass again and rubs it across, cutting her open and embedding bits of glass into her forehead. JD slides a barbed wire table into the ring and sets it up. JD sets Hope up for a reverse suplex – Hope drops the champion with a cutter to buy herself sometime.
Foote: I don’t know if JD will be able to hold on to his championship with everything that’s in play in this match.
Spinning backfist from Hope, a roundhouse kick then finishing the combo with a bicycle kick to the chest. JD falls back into the barbed wire ropes. When he springs back Hope nails him with a snap suplex smashing JD through the barbed wire table. Hope to the top rope now and comes down with a corkscrew swanton bomb onto Driftwood.
Sting: CHERRY BOMB RIGHT ON THE DEBRIS!
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Jane’s feet almost catch the back of referee Garcia’s head as she comes off the top rope to break up the pinfall.
Foote: UNMARKED GRAVE TO THE BACK OF HOPE’S SKULL!
Jane scrambles to get in position for a pin.
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Foote: I think Donnie will be the one to haunt Jane after he is gone.
Donnie grabs Jane by the foot and pulls her out of the ring continuing their brawl. He decides to help her close up the wound on her forehead by taking a stapler from under the ring and putting a few well placed blasts into the forehead of Jane. He pulls a sledge hammer from under the ring and slams it down on Jane’s ribs before aiming for her head – Jane gets her hands up just in time to stop her skull from caving in - but it all goes black.
Sting: JD stalking Hope now.
Hope manages to get to get to her feet and when she turns around a handful of skewers are driven into her skull by JD Driftwood. Hope screams as they poke out of her skull, JD drives his elbow into them driving them deeper. Hope fights back with forearms – then takes the skewers out of her slamming them on the ground. Driftwood takes advantage and pulls Hope in for a piledriver.
Foote: not much time for JD to celebrate after that piledriver….
Donnie snaps three light tubes over the back of JD’s head. Donnie with a stiff forearm to the back of JD’s head now. Spinning lariat takes off Driftwood’s head.
Sting: GOOD OL’ FASHIONED!
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Donnie and Hope exchange blows before Donnie starts to cough blood into his hands – Lissie takes advantage spearing Hopkins. Hope has Donnie set up for a suplex, but he blocks it looping his leg into her – then he finds himself upside down in mid-air as Jane Doe provides the assist. Hope and Doe drop Donnie down with a double suplex. JD comes running at Hope and Jane – but they hit roundhouse kicks on either side of JD’s head – he crumples to his knees then face first on the mat.
Sting: This partnership won’t last long.
Jane turns to Lissies twisting her head to the side and Hope wastes no time trying to figure out if Jane is friend or foe. Hope with a spinning backfist then a roundhouse kick – but Jane catches the leg and pulls Hope in for a beautiful exploder suplex.
Foote: This is all about what is becoming the biggest prize in combat sports.
JD is staggering and so is Donnie – they come bloody forehead to bloody forehead and start brawling. Donnie gets the best of the exchange with a wind up punch that sends JD through the ropes.
Sting: HEAT SEEKER BY HOPKINS!
Foote: Pow right in the kisser.
Donnie looks to the crowd buzzing and says fuck it diving between the ropes to the outside taking JD out. Donnie is up quick raising his hands to a mixed reaction. Donnie has Driftwood by the hair and throws him into the crowd. Referee Tom Garcia follows Driftwood and Donnie while JJ Huffman staying in the ring with Lissis Hope and Jane Doe.
Foote: Dance partners have been chosen.
Anderson: The following contest is a Fatal-4-Way Deathmatch for the NEW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
Zombie” by the Cranberries begins to play on the PA system as the lights on stage fade to black. The audience pulls their phones out to help the camera search the crowd for the mysterious Jane.
Sting: Here she is Jane Doe the woman that brought CU:LT to the height is is at today and to see her become the New World Champion on Halloween Night… well wouldn’t that be poetic.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring from The Potters Field standing 5’6 weighting 147lbs Voice of the Victim JANNNNNEEEE DOEEEEE!
As the music lowers and the leading riff plays, the Voice of the Victim steps from one of the entrance followed by the Speaker of the Dead. Fans reach towards her, hesitant as she slowly walks through the crowd. Upon reaching the ring, Jane slides in and crawl towards the center as Sound stands patiently ringside.
Foote: She is an absolute force in this company and I know once she wins that title back it’ll be in a death grip.
Jane explores each corner, pulling herself onto the second buckle. She stares inquisitively into the crowd.
Sting: Here he is the former and first New World Champion… the only man to win it twice.
“The Man Who Made a Monster” by Dance with the Dead begins to play over the P.A., it’s driving beat permeating through the arena. Gradually, Donnie Hopkins saunters out and down the ramp.
Anderson; First coming to the ring standing 6’2” weighing in at 248lbs from Brooklyn, New York… The Journeyman DONNIE HOPKINS!
He looks out into the crowd with a snide snarl before he walks raptly to the ring. He wipes his boots on the outside apron before entering and quickly takes off his jacket. He heads to his corner and impatiently waits for the match to start.
Foote: I am surprised Jane and Donnie can keep their hands off one another considering their history with one another.
Her by Megan Thee Stallion hits through the speakers and fans rise to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of the hometown hero…. "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope!
Sting: This is the chance she wanted… the moment is set for the fairy-tale story of Lissie Hope winning the New World Championship.
I don't care if these bitches don't like me
'Cause, like, I'm pretty as fuck, hahahaha
Just the other day, I heard a hoe say...
Matter of fact, what could a hoe say?
Finally, the curtains spread and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, standing for a moment and appreciating all of the cheers being levied in her direction.
Sting: Hopemania is running wild here in Dallas.
Foote: If she wins the championship tonight English is going to have a heart attack… especially after what we just saw with Datura.
She notices signs of support in the front rows, and she acknowledges those young fans with high-fives. She sprints down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. She bounces to her feet and raises her arms to the crowd.
Foote: I think I have to back Jaka in this one. She knows how to work the business – she’s had three of the biggest matches in this company and has yet to have her shoulders pinned to the mat. She’s comin’ off huge win against Iggy.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, from New Orleans, Louisiana... standing 5'4" and weighing 143 pounds... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!
She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Hero" tee-shirt, revealing a black Under Armour exercise top and black and pink workout pants. She tosses the shirt into front rows, watching the fans fight over the memorabilia. Climbing the corner to acknowledge the fans, the song fades to a hush and she awaits the opening bell.
Sting: You can barely hear us over the crowd in Dallas. This is celery the biggest match the company has ever put on.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual and a mixed reaction follows.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring he is the NEW WORLD CHAMPION…. JD DRIFTWOOD!
JD Driftwood walks out with the New World Championship over his shoulder and a Busch light in his hand – he slugs the fucker back and crushes the can on her forehead – cutting himself open pre-match.
Foote: There he is the New World Champion what a sight to behold.
JD stomps into the ring tosses the championship to JJ Huffman and Tom Garcia.. Both in charge of keeping track of the action. Both refs reach of it, bit Garcia grabs it with his big arm and is on his way to give it to the time keeper when JD Driftwood blasts out of his corner taking Hope down with a spear and mounting her with punches.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Fuck didn’t take long to get this one going.
JD has Hope pushed into the wire wrapped ropes and is wrapping her in them and stopping down as she tries to scramble away – the crowd booing as he tries to cut up the hometown hero. Meanwhile it is another page in an old book as Jane and Donnie are exchanging blows in the center of the ring -– until Donnie reaches down and grabs a lighttube from a trash can smashing it over her skull.
Sting: No love lost between Jane and Donnie.
Donnie is jabbing the end of the broken tube into the skull of Jane – she spurts blood onto the mat.
Foote: Who would have thought she is a squirter.
Lissie has dragged JD into the wire with her and both are tangled up kicking at one another – Donnie comes barrelling with knee to JD’s head. Donnie drags JD out of the wire – but he isn’t standing long as Lissie hit him with a low blow from behind. Now she is out for revenge on JD. Lissie with a leg drop across the champion's throat. She places a glass pane on top of JD and when Donnie comes with a wild swing she ducks and drops him on top of JD with a back suplex making a glass sandwich.
Sting: Lissie is picking up this deathmatch shit quick.
The crowd is behind Lissie as she gets up and turns face to face with a bloody Jane Doe and for a second she freezes… long enough for Jane to hit a headbutt smearing her blood across the face of Hope. Jane with a swinging neckbreaker on Hope.
Foote: Everyone getting a piece tonight.
Donnie has a shard of glass in his hand and he now is driving that into the forehead of Jane – she stops him with a gut kick. She hits an uppercut and then a shogun drop kick. Jane off the second rope with a springboard elbow drop.
Sting: Jane wanting to close out this nearly year long feud.
JD has some barbedwire loose and wraps it around the neck of Hope from behind digging the barbs into her throat. The crowd boos and Hope breaks past her previous trauma to counter with a stunner. Hope grabs a kendo stick from a trash can and starts lighting up JD’s body with blistering shots. The crowd starts chanting “Hope” as every shot connects.
Foote: And there Jane and Donnie go tumbling to the outside as he takes them both over the ropes with a closeline.
Jane is up but Donnie spring up too and scoop slams her on the outside. He then lifts her up and drops her split legged down on the rail separating the crowd and knocks her into the first row with another closeline. Donnie pushes a child off his chair and picks it up, beating Jane over and over with it.
Sting: What a fucking asshole.
Lissie has a pane of glass set up in one of the corners of the ring. She grabs JD in a German suplex trying to flip him back into the glass – but he throws elbows back connecting with a few – enough to break Lissie off of him. He kicks her in the stomach and then lifts her up with a powerbomb and slams her through the glass. JD makes the cover and referee Tom Garcia makes the count.
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Sting: Shoulder up by Lissie, she isn’t going out in Texas like that.
Donnie and Jane battle through the crowd. Donnie hits a huge scoop slam on top of the concrete steps. Donnie stomps all over Jane's body – until she grabs a foot and pulls him in for a belly to belly slamming him on the concrete corners of the steps. Jane wraps Donnie’s legs around the metal railing separating the stairs into two rows and locks in a figure four.
Foote: I can hear Donnie’s ol knees creaking from here.
Donnie is struggling to break free, but eventually he pulls one leg loose and slams his heel down onto Jane’s bloody face to break free.
Sting: Donnie gets out of that one… JD can lose his championship tonight and not even be the man to be pinned or submitted.
JD is slamming Hope’s head down on the shattered glass on the canvas. JD slams Lissie’s head into the glass again and rubs it across, cutting her open and embedding bits of glass into her forehead. JD slides a barbed wire table into the ring and sets it up. JD sets Hope up for a reverse suplex – Hope drops the champion with a cutter to buy herself sometime.
Foote: I don’t know if JD will be able to hold on to his championship with everything that’s in play in this match.
Spinning backfist from Hope, a roundhouse kick then finishing the combo with a bicycle kick to the chest. JD falls back into the barbed wire ropes. When he springs back Hope nails him with a snap suplex smashing JD through the barbed wire table. Hope to the top rope now and comes down with a corkscrew swanton bomb onto Driftwood.
Sting: CHERRY BOMB RIGHT ON THE DEBRIS!
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Jane’s feet almost catch the back of referee Garcia’s head as she comes off the top rope to break up the pinfall.
Foote: UNMARKED GRAVE TO THE BACK OF HOPE’S SKULL!
Jane scrambles to get in position for a pin.
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Foote: I think Donnie will be the one to haunt Jane after he is gone.
Donnie grabs Jane by the foot and pulls her out of the ring continuing their brawl. He decides to help her close up the wound on her forehead by taking a stapler from under the ring and putting a few well placed blasts into the forehead of Jane. He pulls a sledge hammer from under the ring and slams it down on Jane’s ribs before aiming for her head – Jane gets her hands up just in time to stop her skull from caving in - but it all goes black.
Sting: JD stalking Hope now.
Hope manages to get to get to her feet and when she turns around a handful of skewers are driven into her skull by JD Driftwood. Hope screams as they poke out of her skull, JD drives his elbow into them driving them deeper. Hope fights back with forearms – then takes the skewers out of her slamming them on the ground. Driftwood takes advantage and pulls Hope in for a piledriver.
Foote: not much time for JD to celebrate after that piledriver….
Donnie snaps three light tubes over the back of JD’s head. Donnie with a stiff forearm to the back of JD’s head now. Spinning lariat takes off Driftwood’s head.
Sting: GOOD OL’ FASHIONED!
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Donnie and Hope exchange blows before Donnie starts to cough blood into his hands – Lissie takes advantage spearing Hopkins. Hope has Donnie set up for a suplex, but he blocks it looping his leg into her – then he finds himself upside down in mid-air as Jane Doe provides the assist. Hope and Doe drop Donnie down with a double suplex. JD comes running at Hope and Jane – but they hit roundhouse kicks on either side of JD’s head – he crumples to his knees then face first on the mat.
Sting: This partnership won’t last long.
Jane turns to Lissies twisting her head to the side and Hope wastes no time trying to figure out if Jane is friend or foe. Hope with a spinning backfist then a roundhouse kick – but Jane catches the leg and pulls Hope in for a beautiful exploder suplex.
Foote: This is all about what is becoming the biggest prize in combat sports.
JD is staggering and so is Donnie – they come bloody forehead to bloody forehead and start brawling. Donnie gets the best of the exchange with a wind up punch that sends JD through the ropes.
Sting: HEAT SEEKER BY HOPKINS!
Foote: Pow right in the kisser.
Donnie looks to the crowd buzzing and says fuck it diving between the ropes to the outside taking JD out. Donnie is up quick raising his hands to a mixed reaction. Donnie has Driftwood by the hair and throws him into the crowd. Referee Tom Garcia follows Driftwood and Donnie while JJ Huffman staying in the ring with Lissis Hope and Jane Doe.
Foote: Dance partners have been chosen.
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Jane off the top with a twisting crossbody taking Lissie down. Jane tosses Hope to the corner and follows her in with a corner splash – then comes flying back with a forearm smash. Hope staggers out of the corner into a rolling thunder – Jane’s heel connecting with the top of Hope’s skull.
1 2 KICKOUT! Foote: Barley a two count there. Jane is hammering down on Hope like a feral animal – but somehow Hope rolls to the outside. Jane comes of of the ring with a suicide dive but Hope side steps and lets Hope crash and burn into the railing. Sting: Scouted perfectly. Hope with a snap suplex right on the outside. Jane holds her lower back and Hope kicks her square in the face, dropping the former champion once more. Hope pulls a table from under the ring – it has a bed of nails attached. Hope sets it up on the outside – but Jane drops her with a DDT. Foote: A bed of fucking nails attached to a table… this shit is getting insane. Jane tosses Hope back into the ring and slides in after her – she stalks her getting close to her face while she is down. Jane pulls Hope up by her hair and drags her head between her legs for a tight pull piledriver – but Hope hits a backdrop. Jane bounces up off the mat charging Hope again who throws her to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Sting: back and forth between the two. Jane and Hope are now battling on the apron. Jane hits a hard kidk – but Hope counters with an eye rake. Hope with a super kick now and then puts Jane’s head between her legs and hooks in the double underhook. Hope leaps off the apron and drives Jane face first down with a pedigree into the bed of nails laced table. CULT! CULT! CULT! Sting; CROWN OF THORNS! Foote: Jesus Christ Hope putting her body on the line look at those puncture wounds. Jane rolls over and is covered in several decently deep puncture wounds. Hope makes the cover and Garcia leaps into position. 1 2 3! |
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JD and Donnie battle up the steps spilling popcorn and beers along the way. Donnie pulls a taser from the holster of a security guard and starts jolting JD up and down the spine. Finally the pair come to a flat section of concrete. Donnie grabs a pizza cutter from a pizza stand and starts to push it into the flesh of the champion – peeling the skin from his forehead.
Sting: None of these people are going to be the same after this match. Donnie has a led pipe held above his head when he takes another fucking coughing fit – the old lungs eating themselves alive. JD with an atomic drop then a gut buster that has Donnie spewing blood from his mouth – JD puts him face down in it like a dog that shit on the floor. Foote: The disrespect… Driftwood sets a table up and looks up to the balcony above. JD with a senton. JD grabs some lighter fluid and drowns the table in it. He battles Donnie up about one story and they are exchanging now on the balcony. Donnie with some quick jabs, but the champion stops it with an eye rake and then a snap DDT that has Donnie dangling off the side. JD smiles as he pulls a pack of matches from his pocket. Sting: Oh fuck… if this dosen’t win him the match it will at the very least end the career of Donnie Hopkins. These two were part of the first five to join the company and JD doesn’t think there is room for the both of them any longer. JD strikes a match and tosses it down on the table igniting it. Donnie clubs JD from the back, but he’s weak at this point in the brawl. JD elbows him and starts biting into his forehead – then JD hooks his arms lifts him up – putting Donnie into a vertebreaker. JD leaps and drives the Donnie down off one story skull first through the flaming table to the concrete below. Sting: FULL ON HEADER! Foote: Jesus Christ neither man is moving. Fire extinguisher gas is blinding the camera – but when it fades you can see JD’s arm slung over Donnie. Garcia makes the count. 1 2 3! |
DING! DING! DING!
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual blasts through the arena speakers and the crowd erupts in boos as Huffman holds up Lissie’s hand in confusion.
Foote: Holy fucking shit cock sucking doo-doo cover nutsacks… JD beat her to the punch by a few seconds.
JD Driftwood pops up from the crowd holding his New World Championship. He spits on Donnie Hopkins' downed body – blood pouring from the back of his skull.
Sting: I don’t fucking believe this… if you told me JD Driftwood would be the one to win this match… I know he is the champion – but he came in here as the underdog.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL NEW WORLD CHAMPION JD DRIFTWOOD!
Lissie Hope is laughing herself into a cry as she pulls herself up looking at the puncture wounds in her knees – Jane Doe’s body wiggling as she starts to come to.
Foote: Second time Lissie has been within a cunt hair of winning the New World Championship.
As the ambulance is heard heading to the arena to load up Ol’ Donnie Hopkins carcass JD can’t help but smirk thinking about the night one picked his father Cutter up after he beat him half to death earlier this month.
Somewhere… Donnie’s kid was smirking for a similar reason.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual blasts through the arena speakers and the crowd erupts in boos as Huffman holds up Lissie’s hand in confusion.
Foote: Holy fucking shit cock sucking doo-doo cover nutsacks… JD beat her to the punch by a few seconds.
JD Driftwood pops up from the crowd holding his New World Championship. He spits on Donnie Hopkins' downed body – blood pouring from the back of his skull.
Sting: I don’t fucking believe this… if you told me JD Driftwood would be the one to win this match… I know he is the champion – but he came in here as the underdog.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL NEW WORLD CHAMPION JD DRIFTWOOD!
Lissie Hope is laughing herself into a cry as she pulls herself up looking at the puncture wounds in her knees – Jane Doe’s body wiggling as she starts to come to.
Foote: Second time Lissie has been within a cunt hair of winning the New World Championship.
As the ambulance is heard heading to the arena to load up Ol’ Donnie Hopkins carcass JD can’t help but smirk thinking about the night one picked his father Cutter up after he beat him half to death earlier this month.
Somewhere… Donnie’s kid was smirking for a similar reason.
