CU:LT S01E07
The crowd packed into a sold out Arena México in Mexico City is cheering and waving flags of their nation and shit as the country's anthem finished up as Queso Blanco by Quaker City Night Hawks blasts through the speakers.
Foote: Get your tacos and tequila and all the other stereotypes gathered up in your head because tonight CU:LT makes its long awaited debut in one of the hottest wrestling markets in all the world baby MEY-EEE-COOOO.
Sting: You are coming off as a real piece of shit Bill!
The crowd is already whipped into a frenzy, but the arena explodes as local philanthropist (and international criminal) Gabriel Villarreal appears on the big screen taking a small swig of his whiskey on the rocks to toast the crowd.
Villarreal: Hola a todos mis amigos! Hello to all my friends. Tonight is a special night – the control of Combat Unlimited has been given to me as they make their debut in Mexico City. I couldn't be more honored to ensure you have one of the best nights in wrestling Mexico has ever seen. I know a tall order with a ring full of gringos, but I promise I have worked some Mexican flavors into the show throughout the night.
Foote: We do have some really great guest appearances tonight. No doubt that has contributed to how well this show has sold.
Villarreal: I know we have had some cancellations… people who have not decided to appear but I will let the real brass deal with that. And well there is a certain tag team that needs to be taken care of.
Villarreal sips his glass of booze and smirks.
Villarreal: In my brief time overseeing the company I have even managed to make a new tag team signing which I ensure you will make their presence felt here tonight. But none of that will distract front he amazing action I am bringing to my home country… my city… but tonight this is your house… these gringos…
Villarreal takes another sharp sip leaning into the camera – his eyes piercing.
Villarreal: These gringos bleed for you.
The screen cuts to black.
Foote: Get your tacos and tequila and all the other stereotypes gathered up in your head because tonight CU:LT makes its long awaited debut in one of the hottest wrestling markets in all the world baby MEY-EEE-COOOO.
Sting: You are coming off as a real piece of shit Bill!
The crowd is already whipped into a frenzy, but the arena explodes as local philanthropist (and international criminal) Gabriel Villarreal appears on the big screen taking a small swig of his whiskey on the rocks to toast the crowd.
Villarreal: Hola a todos mis amigos! Hello to all my friends. Tonight is a special night – the control of Combat Unlimited has been given to me as they make their debut in Mexico City. I couldn't be more honored to ensure you have one of the best nights in wrestling Mexico has ever seen. I know a tall order with a ring full of gringos, but I promise I have worked some Mexican flavors into the show throughout the night.
Foote: We do have some really great guest appearances tonight. No doubt that has contributed to how well this show has sold.
Villarreal: I know we have had some cancellations… people who have not decided to appear but I will let the real brass deal with that. And well there is a certain tag team that needs to be taken care of.
Villarreal sips his glass of booze and smirks.
Villarreal: In my brief time overseeing the company I have even managed to make a new tag team signing which I ensure you will make their presence felt here tonight. But none of that will distract front he amazing action I am bringing to my home country… my city… but tonight this is your house… these gringos…
Villarreal takes another sharp sip leaning into the camera – his eyes piercing.
Villarreal: These gringos bleed for you.
The screen cuts to black.
Foote: You heard the man… CU:LT has been commandeered by a powerful Mexican family… which may or may not be a cartel.
Sting: That’s right we are live from Mexico City streaming to your little screens around the damn world. Tonight some of Mexico’s biggest stars appear as guests to do battle with top CULT talent. We have stars like Epico Failo, Sebastian Santiago and El Diablo Blanco all in major match ups.
Foote: We can’t forget the main event though. It’s two of the toughest motherfuckers to ever step into a CU:LT ring going at it… Champion vs Champion… Donnie Hopkins vs JD Driftwood in a Mexico City Street Fight.
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: What the hell… he isn’t even supposed to be here tonight.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Sting: He has to speak to the actions he took at Summer of Slam where he actually attacked Lissie Hope and cost her the New World Championship.
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. This time he is not being watched by his trusty sidekick Bash Daddy.
Foote: No company tonight but the man clearly has something on his mind.
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
Sting: He looks more pissed than usual.
English stops toward the ring, a scowl on his face.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen… CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
CU:LT chants ring out as English steps into the ring – he snatches the mic from Anderson Sheply who just announced him to the ring.
Sting: I think he has some business to address considering his actions at Summer of Slam. In fact tonight was supposed to be kicked off with Ace Sky against Chris Page. It would have been the biggest match of Ace’s career, but Page requested his release from the company and was promptly granted it.
English: You can say what you want about Ace Sky… he’s come up short a few times, but you know what he does do. Show up to work and keep his obligations. He was about to get his big match – maybe his big break, but for sure a big fucking pay day. We can roll the red carpet out for these mainstream fucks and it still isn’t good enough. We can pay them the dollars – put them in bright lights – offer titles opportunities — but you aren’t going to make it here in CU:LT cosplaying and painting your face after an ass whooping…. Only to not fulfill your contractual obligation… putting this entire company at risk.
Sting: I never really liked Chris Page to be honest Foote.
Foote: The man is a saint and a legend. Yes, he paid me to say that.
The crowd pops for the CULT Leader himself as he smirks.
English: Let me tell you the call I took from The Board telling me Chris Page bowed out of CU:LT and they needed me to fly here to Mexico to smooth things over. Do you have any idea how vindicated I felt? Everything I have said about these million dollar athletes with their private jets was true. See people like Page and Lissie Hope came here because they thought it would be easy… they thought it would be a walk in the park coming to a new company to become the face based on star power alone… but I have said it time and time again… that fucking shit doesn’t matter here.
Sting: I think Lissie has good intentions… I think English has his perspective all fucked up from the years in the industry and the fueds he has been a part of. I don’t think she needs to be lumped into the same category as Page.
English pulls a single cigarette front he half empty pack in the breast pocket of his leather jacket. He brings a lighter up, flicks it on and ignites the cancer stick. He walks over to the top ropes and leans over it and speaks into the mic.
Foote: English cutting deep with his words tonight.
English: I’d say you can take your ball and go home, but I was never dumb enough to let you get fucking close. I did that to you too didn’t I Lissie… I dangled a carrot in front of your fact with absolutely no intention of letting you get your chompers close. Why? Because I am tired of seeing people like you valued over people like me because you can pucker those lips tighter and kiss ass like a true pro. I just wanted to add a little more drama to the tragedy that is your wrestling career. That’s your gimmick isn’t it ‘woe is me’ the little wrestling Cinderella who peaked too early and talks shit like she’s in the confession booth on Big Brother and not within arms length of being slapped.
English leans back and blows smoke in the air before pacing a bit. The crowd boos some chatting for Hope – others rivalling it with a “Fuck Big Brother” chant.
English: The reason I took the New World Championship and smashed it into your fragile fucking skull is for your own good. I’ve done it time and time again – elevated and pushed talent to places they never thought they could go. Maybe… maybe this is my sick way of getting you to fit in. Putting you through the trials and tribulations so that you understand true suffering and pain. Maybe I can break out that darkness inside of you, maybe I can help you show all these people that cheer your name just what a disgusting foul predisposition you have. You think you have these morals, this virtue.. Why? Because you are friends with psychedelic popping Jonny Bacchaus and a ragtag group of mostly Action Wrestling fan boys. There you are, Lissie the only one not draped in gold or within reach of it. There you are not booked tonight because you are busy licking your wounds from that loss to Hopkins… from your failure to win a World Championship when you had two shots in the span of two weeks. See, you bite off more than you can chew… that’s your problem. You believe in yourself too fucking much, but I can’t blame you. That’s how this industry brings us up. But here with CU:LT… with MY wrestling company…
English flicks his lit cigarette into the crowd – a few fans scatter as he leans into the hard cam.
English: Haven’t I made myself clear. This is the land of the underdogs – of blood and guts and grit… There is no Hope here.
English drops the mic as his theme music hits, he steps through the ropes and makes his way to the back.
Foote: What a note to get this night started on. I don’t think English gives a fuck about how his this nigth was booked. You can take this roster shake it up like it’s fucking Yahtzee and it’ll come up 6’s all fucking day.
Sting: i don’t think anyone plays that anymore, but I get what you are laying down this roster is stacked toenail to asshole to the top of the scalp.
Foote: ...
Sting: Just trying to match your energy.
Sting: That’s right we are live from Mexico City streaming to your little screens around the damn world. Tonight some of Mexico’s biggest stars appear as guests to do battle with top CULT talent. We have stars like Epico Failo, Sebastian Santiago and El Diablo Blanco all in major match ups.
Foote: We can’t forget the main event though. It’s two of the toughest motherfuckers to ever step into a CU:LT ring going at it… Champion vs Champion… Donnie Hopkins vs JD Driftwood in a Mexico City Street Fight.
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: What the hell… he isn’t even supposed to be here tonight.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Sting: He has to speak to the actions he took at Summer of Slam where he actually attacked Lissie Hope and cost her the New World Championship.
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. This time he is not being watched by his trusty sidekick Bash Daddy.
Foote: No company tonight but the man clearly has something on his mind.
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
Sting: He looks more pissed than usual.
English stops toward the ring, a scowl on his face.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen… CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
CU:LT chants ring out as English steps into the ring – he snatches the mic from Anderson Sheply who just announced him to the ring.
Sting: I think he has some business to address considering his actions at Summer of Slam. In fact tonight was supposed to be kicked off with Ace Sky against Chris Page. It would have been the biggest match of Ace’s career, but Page requested his release from the company and was promptly granted it.
English: You can say what you want about Ace Sky… he’s come up short a few times, but you know what he does do. Show up to work and keep his obligations. He was about to get his big match – maybe his big break, but for sure a big fucking pay day. We can roll the red carpet out for these mainstream fucks and it still isn’t good enough. We can pay them the dollars – put them in bright lights – offer titles opportunities — but you aren’t going to make it here in CU:LT cosplaying and painting your face after an ass whooping…. Only to not fulfill your contractual obligation… putting this entire company at risk.
Sting: I never really liked Chris Page to be honest Foote.
Foote: The man is a saint and a legend. Yes, he paid me to say that.
The crowd pops for the CULT Leader himself as he smirks.
English: Let me tell you the call I took from The Board telling me Chris Page bowed out of CU:LT and they needed me to fly here to Mexico to smooth things over. Do you have any idea how vindicated I felt? Everything I have said about these million dollar athletes with their private jets was true. See people like Page and Lissie Hope came here because they thought it would be easy… they thought it would be a walk in the park coming to a new company to become the face based on star power alone… but I have said it time and time again… that fucking shit doesn’t matter here.
Sting: I think Lissie has good intentions… I think English has his perspective all fucked up from the years in the industry and the fueds he has been a part of. I don’t think she needs to be lumped into the same category as Page.
English pulls a single cigarette front he half empty pack in the breast pocket of his leather jacket. He brings a lighter up, flicks it on and ignites the cancer stick. He walks over to the top ropes and leans over it and speaks into the mic.
Foote: English cutting deep with his words tonight.
English: I’d say you can take your ball and go home, but I was never dumb enough to let you get fucking close. I did that to you too didn’t I Lissie… I dangled a carrot in front of your fact with absolutely no intention of letting you get your chompers close. Why? Because I am tired of seeing people like you valued over people like me because you can pucker those lips tighter and kiss ass like a true pro. I just wanted to add a little more drama to the tragedy that is your wrestling career. That’s your gimmick isn’t it ‘woe is me’ the little wrestling Cinderella who peaked too early and talks shit like she’s in the confession booth on Big Brother and not within arms length of being slapped.
English leans back and blows smoke in the air before pacing a bit. The crowd boos some chatting for Hope – others rivalling it with a “Fuck Big Brother” chant.
English: The reason I took the New World Championship and smashed it into your fragile fucking skull is for your own good. I’ve done it time and time again – elevated and pushed talent to places they never thought they could go. Maybe… maybe this is my sick way of getting you to fit in. Putting you through the trials and tribulations so that you understand true suffering and pain. Maybe I can break out that darkness inside of you, maybe I can help you show all these people that cheer your name just what a disgusting foul predisposition you have. You think you have these morals, this virtue.. Why? Because you are friends with psychedelic popping Jonny Bacchaus and a ragtag group of mostly Action Wrestling fan boys. There you are, Lissie the only one not draped in gold or within reach of it. There you are not booked tonight because you are busy licking your wounds from that loss to Hopkins… from your failure to win a World Championship when you had two shots in the span of two weeks. See, you bite off more than you can chew… that’s your problem. You believe in yourself too fucking much, but I can’t blame you. That’s how this industry brings us up. But here with CU:LT… with MY wrestling company…
English flicks his lit cigarette into the crowd – a few fans scatter as he leans into the hard cam.
English: Haven’t I made myself clear. This is the land of the underdogs – of blood and guts and grit… There is no Hope here.
English drops the mic as his theme music hits, he steps through the ropes and makes his way to the back.
Foote: What a note to get this night started on. I don’t think English gives a fuck about how his this nigth was booked. You can take this roster shake it up like it’s fucking Yahtzee and it’ll come up 6’s all fucking day.
Sting: i don’t think anyone plays that anymore, but I get what you are laying down this roster is stacked toenail to asshole to the top of the scalp.
Foote: ...
Sting: Just trying to match your energy.
The cage is just finishing lowering from the sky to surround CU:LT mainstay Holden Ross and El Diablo Blanco, a guest making his debut with the company but is well known on the backyard circuit.
Foote: We got a steel cage match kicking off the night… not often you see that.
Anderson: To my right he is a mainstay in CU:LT weighing 307lbs standing 6”2’ THE BASTARD HOLDEN ROSS!!!
Sting: You can bleed the man out, burn him alive and the son of a bitch keeps coming back like an 80’s horror slasher.
Anderson: AND his opponent from Your Mom’s Neighbor’s Backyard weighing in at 218lbs standing 5’10. He is the Backyard Phenom EL DIABLO BLANCO!!!
The crowd pops huge for the masked wrestler.
Foote: Well lets see if Blanco can translate his success from the backyard into the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Blanco rushes across the ring with a flying cross body and is caught by Ross who tosses him backward toward the corner with a huge fallaway slam. Ross screams at the crowd who is cheering on Blanco as he pulls himself up using the corner.
Foote: I’m kinda worried for this masked wonder, Ross is on a mean streak here in CU:LT. He’s more concerned with hurting people than he is winning matches.
Blanco comes out blasting chops of the chest of Holden pushing him back – but Ross shakes it off and just fucking closelines the shit out of Blanco.
Sting: I think Blanco bit off a hell of a lot more than he can chew in his CU:LT debut.
Blanco Is pulled back up by Ross who picks him up in a Gorilla press and then drops him down with a bodyslam onto the mat. Blanco is holding his back as referet Tom Garica checks on him. Ross pushes the ref away as he stomps on the lower back of Blanco the crowd chanting his name trying to rally behind him.
Foote: Scream his name all you want this gringo Holden Ross is going wild on Blanco int his cage match.
Ross grabs Blanco in a bear hug – then launches him overhead with a belly to belly sending Blanco spine first upside down into cage – parts of the welds break free on impact. Blanco is stuck between the ropes and the cage when Ross runs with a knee driving his opponent’s face into the mesh.
Sting: It’s a mugging by Ross now, he’s stomping in the head of Blanco. He wants to get back in that SNUFF Championship discussion. But listen to this crowd call him a punta.
Ross just grabs Blanco by the throat picking him up between the cage and just starts bashing his face off the mesh over and over and over again until positions of his mask begin to rip.
Foote: This crowd is going to get so hot if Ross manages to pull the mask off of Blanco here tonight.
Ross pulls Blanco between the ropes and back into the ring. Ross is holding Blanco up and nails him with a short arm closeline. He picks him up and slams him down with a visicous gonzo bomb.
Sting: H-Bomb there by Ross and I don’t think Blanco is recovering. The crowd is losing it at this absolute squash match. They were promised guests who would represent their country and would take it to the CU:LT roster… it’s my understanding Blanco isn’t even Mexican.
"Blunt Trauma" - place opponent in a fireman's carry before charging into the corner and driving their head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns, takes a few steps, and plants them with the Cradle Shock.
Foote: Blunt trauma by Ross. Now he is dragging Blanco’s corpse and placing him in a seated position between the ropes and the cage.
Ross beats his chest and hollers at the crowd before charging with a cannonball right between the ropes jamming Blanco into the side of the cage wall so hard it gives way. Ross tumbles head over heels out of the ring and lands on his feet first outside the cage. He stands up raising his hands as a young woman appears at the top of the stage.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match HOLDEN ROSS!!!
Ross screams in a fan’s face before turning to face the beautiful dark haired woman much younger than him and kisses her passionately.
Sting: What the fuck…
Foote: Or relax, it's his gal Serenity Holmes.
Sting: His teenage girlfriend.
Foote: Hey, it’s all legal… and here in CU:LT we get away with some stuff that’s barely legal.
Ross looks down at Blanco who is trying to get to his feet – it looks like she might attack but Serenity grabs the big bastard by the wrist and leads him backstage.
Foote: We got a steel cage match kicking off the night… not often you see that.
Anderson: To my right he is a mainstay in CU:LT weighing 307lbs standing 6”2’ THE BASTARD HOLDEN ROSS!!!
Sting: You can bleed the man out, burn him alive and the son of a bitch keeps coming back like an 80’s horror slasher.
Anderson: AND his opponent from Your Mom’s Neighbor’s Backyard weighing in at 218lbs standing 5’10. He is the Backyard Phenom EL DIABLO BLANCO!!!
The crowd pops huge for the masked wrestler.
Foote: Well lets see if Blanco can translate his success from the backyard into the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Blanco rushes across the ring with a flying cross body and is caught by Ross who tosses him backward toward the corner with a huge fallaway slam. Ross screams at the crowd who is cheering on Blanco as he pulls himself up using the corner.
Foote: I’m kinda worried for this masked wonder, Ross is on a mean streak here in CU:LT. He’s more concerned with hurting people than he is winning matches.
Blanco comes out blasting chops of the chest of Holden pushing him back – but Ross shakes it off and just fucking closelines the shit out of Blanco.
Sting: I think Blanco bit off a hell of a lot more than he can chew in his CU:LT debut.
Blanco Is pulled back up by Ross who picks him up in a Gorilla press and then drops him down with a bodyslam onto the mat. Blanco is holding his back as referet Tom Garica checks on him. Ross pushes the ref away as he stomps on the lower back of Blanco the crowd chanting his name trying to rally behind him.
Foote: Scream his name all you want this gringo Holden Ross is going wild on Blanco int his cage match.
Ross grabs Blanco in a bear hug – then launches him overhead with a belly to belly sending Blanco spine first upside down into cage – parts of the welds break free on impact. Blanco is stuck between the ropes and the cage when Ross runs with a knee driving his opponent’s face into the mesh.
Sting: It’s a mugging by Ross now, he’s stomping in the head of Blanco. He wants to get back in that SNUFF Championship discussion. But listen to this crowd call him a punta.
Ross just grabs Blanco by the throat picking him up between the cage and just starts bashing his face off the mesh over and over and over again until positions of his mask begin to rip.
Foote: This crowd is going to get so hot if Ross manages to pull the mask off of Blanco here tonight.
Ross pulls Blanco between the ropes and back into the ring. Ross is holding Blanco up and nails him with a short arm closeline. He picks him up and slams him down with a visicous gonzo bomb.
Sting: H-Bomb there by Ross and I don’t think Blanco is recovering. The crowd is losing it at this absolute squash match. They were promised guests who would represent their country and would take it to the CU:LT roster… it’s my understanding Blanco isn’t even Mexican.
"Blunt Trauma" - place opponent in a fireman's carry before charging into the corner and driving their head into the top turnbuckle. He then turns, takes a few steps, and plants them with the Cradle Shock.
Foote: Blunt trauma by Ross. Now he is dragging Blanco’s corpse and placing him in a seated position between the ropes and the cage.
Ross beats his chest and hollers at the crowd before charging with a cannonball right between the ropes jamming Blanco into the side of the cage wall so hard it gives way. Ross tumbles head over heels out of the ring and lands on his feet first outside the cage. He stands up raising his hands as a young woman appears at the top of the stage.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match HOLDEN ROSS!!!
Ross screams in a fan’s face before turning to face the beautiful dark haired woman much younger than him and kisses her passionately.
Sting: What the fuck…
Foote: Or relax, it's his gal Serenity Holmes.
Sting: His teenage girlfriend.
Foote: Hey, it’s all legal… and here in CU:LT we get away with some stuff that’s barely legal.
Ross looks down at Blanco who is trying to get to his feet – it looks like she might attack but Serenity grabs the big bastard by the wrist and leads him backstage.
DING! DING! DING!
Vebbins and Epico lock up and Vebbins takes control with a headlock, Epico pushes her off toward the ropes goes for a roll up but Vebbins rolls all the way through and makes him eat a knee. Epico is staggered but still has enough focus to duck a head kick. He hits a backdrop then springs off the ropes cartwheels and handsprings for what seems like forever until he lands upright in front of Vebbins who slaps the fucking taste out of his mouth.
Foote: amazing counter there by Vebbins.
Vebbins throws Epico toward the tropes and again he starts with some flippy dippy lucha shit as he goes for the final flip in his sequence which is supposed to be a head kick – Vebbins grabs him bi the back and German suplexes him up over the ropes out of the right onto the padding outside – Epico lands high on his shoulders and the crowd cheers and other groan.
Sting: Well this match was billed CU:LT vs LUCHA and Vebbins is using a pretty simple rough brash style to counter the speed of Epico.
Epico has managed to get back in the ring and Vebbins hits a hip toss – Epico back up – and back down onto his face with a bulldog. Epico planted with a crucifix DDT – Vebbins to the apron and she comes back into the ring with a springboard ax handle.
Foote: Vebbins flexing in the ring and the crowd cheering at her high flying antics there. Brilliant way she soared through the air.
Epico gets to his feet – he spins around and Vebbins hits a dragon suplex into a double-handed jawbreaker.
String: PEARLY GATES!
1
2
3
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match AZURINE VEBBINS!!!
Referee Tom Garcia raises Vebbins hand as her theme plays and the crowd cheers. She walks to the back as Epcio Failo contemplates his latest failure.
Vebbins and Epico lock up and Vebbins takes control with a headlock, Epico pushes her off toward the ropes goes for a roll up but Vebbins rolls all the way through and makes him eat a knee. Epico is staggered but still has enough focus to duck a head kick. He hits a backdrop then springs off the ropes cartwheels and handsprings for what seems like forever until he lands upright in front of Vebbins who slaps the fucking taste out of his mouth.
Foote: amazing counter there by Vebbins.
Vebbins throws Epico toward the tropes and again he starts with some flippy dippy lucha shit as he goes for the final flip in his sequence which is supposed to be a head kick – Vebbins grabs him bi the back and German suplexes him up over the ropes out of the right onto the padding outside – Epico lands high on his shoulders and the crowd cheers and other groan.
Sting: Well this match was billed CU:LT vs LUCHA and Vebbins is using a pretty simple rough brash style to counter the speed of Epico.
Epico has managed to get back in the ring and Vebbins hits a hip toss – Epico back up – and back down onto his face with a bulldog. Epico planted with a crucifix DDT – Vebbins to the apron and she comes back into the ring with a springboard ax handle.
Foote: Vebbins flexing in the ring and the crowd cheering at her high flying antics there. Brilliant way she soared through the air.
Epico gets to his feet – he spins around and Vebbins hits a dragon suplex into a double-handed jawbreaker.
String: PEARLY GATES!
1
2
3
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match AZURINE VEBBINS!!!
Referee Tom Garcia raises Vebbins hand as her theme plays and the crowd cheers. She walks to the back as Epcio Failo contemplates his latest failure.
The Eagle: What int he fuck am I watching...
One of the weird figure heads that run CU:LT asks Villarreal as he watches the action from the skybox. Villarreal looks to the man wearing the bird mask.
Villarreal: You are watching sports entertainment at it's finest.
Egale: You said you were getting me some of the best and most popular talents in Mexico. These last two assholes got absolutly killed. What exactly did we pay you to do here? We wanted a better buy rate than what English could deliver.
Villarreal: Out sales are great, online and in person in the arena. You need to understand who gave you access to all this -- to this wrestling hotbead in North America.
Eagle: You need to understand who gave you $3.5 million to put on this fucking show.
Villarreal just sucks on his cigar and smirks -- he gestures to the crowd.
Villarreal: And we will make that back tonight, sure the wrestlers I got were a little cheap, but look around at the packed arena... evryone is too drunk or stoned to care about the quality fo the fucking wreslting.
One of the weird figure heads that run CU:LT asks Villarreal as he watches the action from the skybox. Villarreal looks to the man wearing the bird mask.
Villarreal: You are watching sports entertainment at it's finest.
Egale: You said you were getting me some of the best and most popular talents in Mexico. These last two assholes got absolutly killed. What exactly did we pay you to do here? We wanted a better buy rate than what English could deliver.
Villarreal: Out sales are great, online and in person in the arena. You need to understand who gave you access to all this -- to this wrestling hotbead in North America.
Eagle: You need to understand who gave you $3.5 million to put on this fucking show.
Villarreal just sucks on his cigar and smirks -- he gestures to the crowd.
Villarreal: And we will make that back tonight, sure the wrestlers I got were a little cheap, but look around at the packed arena... evryone is too drunk or stoned to care about the quality fo the fucking wreslting.
Outside the ring are two glass cases on either side – bother wrapped with barbed wire and rigged to explode – one engraved with ‘MAX’ the other with ‘ADDY’.
Anderson: The following contest is an exploding barbedwire bat match. To gain access to the bat you have to make your opponent bleed. Then you have to bash the bat into your opponent to win. First…
Villarreal: Wait, wait, wait…
Foote: What the fuck is this…
Villarreal is on the big screen the man that has taken control of CU:LT for the night. He has a glass of whiskey and takes a sip.
Villarreal: I have been getting some hostility from upper management in this company. So, I am going to make some big decisions. I am going to vacate the title right now before the main event. So officially this contest will be for the SNUFF Championship.
Sting: What!? He just prematurely stripped JD Driftwood of the SNUFF Championship – now if he isn’t able to beat Hopkins tonight he has no titles at all.
"Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young plays on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a smirk on his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He has a red Solo cup in his hand. He looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts. He finishes his drink and tosses the cup behind him.
Anderson: The following contest is for the SNUFF Championships first coming to the ring weighing 180lbs standing 5’8 MAX DAEMON!!
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron. He steps onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the middle rope and the left on the top. He throws down his hood, unzipping his jacket as the chorus fades away. He points to the hard camera, giving it a finger gun "shot".
Sting: He was the first SNUFF Champion and Max has paid hid dues in the company – I know he wants to be put back on top after having some of the greatest matches this company has ever seen.
Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He tosses it aside and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a quick clear drink of alcohol before emptying it down his gullet. He rolls back in and waits patiently for whomever his opponent is as he sits down in the corner, the smirk never leaving his face.
Foote: JD Driftwood is going to be pissed going into the title match tonight.
The Arena is bathed in a pink light as the opening riff of "Cry" by Ashnikko pierces the arena.
"I'm a tough bitch, but I'm sensitive
/ Coulda, coulda, coulda quick fuck be a sedative?"
Addy walks out to the stage in all her glory.
Sting: She is going to want to pick a real win after JC Keeton DQed himself at Summer of Slam.
"It's relative 'cause you were pushing me out to the fucking edge
/ I'm about to rip all of my hair out 'cause I'm madder than I've ever been"
She licks her lips, exaggerating the movement of her tongue as it circles around.
"I just wanna call you, but I know I can't
/ Fuck a fuckin' fuckboy, fuckin' up my plans"
Plumping up her cleavage she completes a three hundred and sixty degree spin.
Foote: I’m in love.
"Lay another finger on me, you could lose a hand
/ You could lose a hand, you could lose a"
When facing the ring she bends over and touches the floor with one hand and slaps herself twice on the ass with her other hand.
Anderson: Coming to the ring, by way of Venice, California.... ADDY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
As the chorus kicks in, Addy stands up, smiles innocently, points to the ceiling and starts skipping to the ring. Adelaide random picks an audience member, and teases rubbing their face into her cleavage, before wiggling a finger 'no', and continuing to skip along to the ring. Pulling herself onto the ring apron, she does the splits to slide into the ring under the bottom rope.
Foote: Let's get this shit going.
DING! DING! DING!
Max and Addy lock up and Max starts nailing knees to the gut. Max with a dropkick, Addy bounces into the ropes and comes back to devour a superkick from her opponent. Mac smirks as he mounts Addy and starts hitting her with closed fists trying to crack her open.
Sting: Addy A manages to shake him off and they are back to their feet.
Harsh forearm by Max now, a series of punches, then a big boot knocking Addy down to the mat. Max starts trying to cut her open with some elbow strikes, ground and pound style. Once again though Addy finds her way to her feet without being busted open.
Foote: Max doesn’t want to give up an inch. He wants to be a two time champion and he’s going to cut Addy open with his bare hands.
Addy now with an arm drag takedown, Max up to his feet and eats a running front kick. Max holds his face and turns around to a running knee to the forehead. Addy stomps down on Max over and over trying to cut him up with the bottom of her boot. Then she drops a well planted boot right down onto the nutsack of Daemon who rolls across the ring in pain – Addy follows him baseball slide kicking him in the back to push him out of the ring. Max is on the outside trying to recover and Addy comes through the ropes diving out of the ring and driving Max into the barricade.
Sting: Great sequence there by Addy. Hugh pop from the crowd except the guy that got his beer spilt on impact.
Addy helps Max to his feet and he rewards her with an upper cut. He picks Addy up and drops her groin first down on the barricade, then he close lines her off. Addy falls into the crowd, but Max reaches off and pulls her up by the hair. He stands on the railing and hoists Addy up and over the berate with a mini superplex of sorts.
Boote: Great move by Max there I didn’t think he would have the strength in him to pull that one off.
Max grabs a steel chair from under the ring, but Addy forearms it into his face. They exchange some punches on the outside then Addy reverses an Irish whip sending Max right into the ring post head first.
Boote: Max got some color now, blood pouring out of his cracked skull there and he’s trying to pull himself back up using the side of the ring.
JJ Huffman lifts the glass around Addy’s electric charged exploding barbed wire bat. She kicks Max toward the object and as they get there he grabs the glass case and smashes it into the face of Addy, cutting her open and leaving a small piece of glass in her forehead.
Sting: Now both of them are on an evening playing field. Referee Tom Garcia just lifted the glass case around Max’s bat.
Max gets his hands on the bat and Addy kicks him in the lower spine. She hits a jumping double knee strike then picks up the chair that was dropped earlier and starts nailing Max on the back with it over and over. He gets to his knees and Addy wraps the chair around Max’s head. He wobbles and falls down on the outside of the ring.
Boote: She swung that thing with everything she had. If she did it with the bat instead she’d be the SNUFF Champion right now.
Addy grabs her bat and swings it around whistling and posing for the crowd – strutting her assets. She hoists the barbed wire explosive bat up and – Max lifts his foot kicking her between the legs. She drops the bat and Max pulls Addy down to the ground – he starts pushing her already bloodied face into the barbs of her own weapon. Addy tries to fight but it getting shredded all the shit.
Sting: Max knows how to work these matches in CU:LT and picks his spots well.
Max helps Addy up and then transitions his opponent into a standing dragon sleeper. He then leaps and hits them with a backstabber.
Foote: DEVIL TRIGGER! That spells the end of Addy A.
Max grabs his bat now and makes fun of Addy… walking over to her downed body whistling – doing some sexy poses as blood runs down his face. He brushes the crimson from his eyes and lifts the bat up – Addy’s foot comes up – right between the legs.
Sting: Deja Vu!
Max is coughing, almost throwing up from the impact but still has a grip on his bat. Addy is up now – Max sees he coming and swings – Addy ducks – spins around and hits Daemon in the gut with the barbed wire bat – a small explosion of sparks and smoke goes off as the crowd pops. Addy then nails the bat down across the back of Max causing an evening bigger explosion – leaving minor reddening skin and several small wounds. Max hollars out as he falls to the ground, his knees giving out from the smash on the spine.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and NEW SNUFF CHAMPION ADDY A!!!!
Addy drops the bat as JJ Huffman and Garcia argue about who will present her the title. She grabs the belt from them and hoists it in the air for the cheering crowd as he theme hits.
Foote: That’s it, Addy A is our third SNUFF Champion and she didn’t even need to do battle with JD Driftwood to capture it.
Sting: Max has had a string of tough opponents, but he is making stars in the company with the trials and tribulations he is putting them through. It’s never an easy match up with Max Daemon being on the other side of the ring.
Anderson: The following contest is an exploding barbedwire bat match. To gain access to the bat you have to make your opponent bleed. Then you have to bash the bat into your opponent to win. First…
Villarreal: Wait, wait, wait…
Foote: What the fuck is this…
Villarreal is on the big screen the man that has taken control of CU:LT for the night. He has a glass of whiskey and takes a sip.
Villarreal: I have been getting some hostility from upper management in this company. So, I am going to make some big decisions. I am going to vacate the title right now before the main event. So officially this contest will be for the SNUFF Championship.
Sting: What!? He just prematurely stripped JD Driftwood of the SNUFF Championship – now if he isn’t able to beat Hopkins tonight he has no titles at all.
"Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young plays on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a smirk on his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He has a red Solo cup in his hand. He looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts. He finishes his drink and tosses the cup behind him.
Anderson: The following contest is for the SNUFF Championships first coming to the ring weighing 180lbs standing 5’8 MAX DAEMON!!
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron. He steps onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the middle rope and the left on the top. He throws down his hood, unzipping his jacket as the chorus fades away. He points to the hard camera, giving it a finger gun "shot".
Sting: He was the first SNUFF Champion and Max has paid hid dues in the company – I know he wants to be put back on top after having some of the greatest matches this company has ever seen.
Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He tosses it aside and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a quick clear drink of alcohol before emptying it down his gullet. He rolls back in and waits patiently for whomever his opponent is as he sits down in the corner, the smirk never leaving his face.
Foote: JD Driftwood is going to be pissed going into the title match tonight.
The Arena is bathed in a pink light as the opening riff of "Cry" by Ashnikko pierces the arena.
"I'm a tough bitch, but I'm sensitive
/ Coulda, coulda, coulda quick fuck be a sedative?"
Addy walks out to the stage in all her glory.
Sting: She is going to want to pick a real win after JC Keeton DQed himself at Summer of Slam.
"It's relative 'cause you were pushing me out to the fucking edge
/ I'm about to rip all of my hair out 'cause I'm madder than I've ever been"
She licks her lips, exaggerating the movement of her tongue as it circles around.
"I just wanna call you, but I know I can't
/ Fuck a fuckin' fuckboy, fuckin' up my plans"
Plumping up her cleavage she completes a three hundred and sixty degree spin.
Foote: I’m in love.
"Lay another finger on me, you could lose a hand
/ You could lose a hand, you could lose a"
When facing the ring she bends over and touches the floor with one hand and slaps herself twice on the ass with her other hand.
Anderson: Coming to the ring, by way of Venice, California.... ADDY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
As the chorus kicks in, Addy stands up, smiles innocently, points to the ceiling and starts skipping to the ring. Adelaide random picks an audience member, and teases rubbing their face into her cleavage, before wiggling a finger 'no', and continuing to skip along to the ring. Pulling herself onto the ring apron, she does the splits to slide into the ring under the bottom rope.
Foote: Let's get this shit going.
DING! DING! DING!
Max and Addy lock up and Max starts nailing knees to the gut. Max with a dropkick, Addy bounces into the ropes and comes back to devour a superkick from her opponent. Mac smirks as he mounts Addy and starts hitting her with closed fists trying to crack her open.
Sting: Addy A manages to shake him off and they are back to their feet.
Harsh forearm by Max now, a series of punches, then a big boot knocking Addy down to the mat. Max starts trying to cut her open with some elbow strikes, ground and pound style. Once again though Addy finds her way to her feet without being busted open.
Foote: Max doesn’t want to give up an inch. He wants to be a two time champion and he’s going to cut Addy open with his bare hands.
Addy now with an arm drag takedown, Max up to his feet and eats a running front kick. Max holds his face and turns around to a running knee to the forehead. Addy stomps down on Max over and over trying to cut him up with the bottom of her boot. Then she drops a well planted boot right down onto the nutsack of Daemon who rolls across the ring in pain – Addy follows him baseball slide kicking him in the back to push him out of the ring. Max is on the outside trying to recover and Addy comes through the ropes diving out of the ring and driving Max into the barricade.
Sting: Great sequence there by Addy. Hugh pop from the crowd except the guy that got his beer spilt on impact.
Addy helps Max to his feet and he rewards her with an upper cut. He picks Addy up and drops her groin first down on the barricade, then he close lines her off. Addy falls into the crowd, but Max reaches off and pulls her up by the hair. He stands on the railing and hoists Addy up and over the berate with a mini superplex of sorts.
Boote: Great move by Max there I didn’t think he would have the strength in him to pull that one off.
Max grabs a steel chair from under the ring, but Addy forearms it into his face. They exchange some punches on the outside then Addy reverses an Irish whip sending Max right into the ring post head first.
Boote: Max got some color now, blood pouring out of his cracked skull there and he’s trying to pull himself back up using the side of the ring.
JJ Huffman lifts the glass around Addy’s electric charged exploding barbed wire bat. She kicks Max toward the object and as they get there he grabs the glass case and smashes it into the face of Addy, cutting her open and leaving a small piece of glass in her forehead.
Sting: Now both of them are on an evening playing field. Referee Tom Garcia just lifted the glass case around Max’s bat.
Max gets his hands on the bat and Addy kicks him in the lower spine. She hits a jumping double knee strike then picks up the chair that was dropped earlier and starts nailing Max on the back with it over and over. He gets to his knees and Addy wraps the chair around Max’s head. He wobbles and falls down on the outside of the ring.
Boote: She swung that thing with everything she had. If she did it with the bat instead she’d be the SNUFF Champion right now.
Addy grabs her bat and swings it around whistling and posing for the crowd – strutting her assets. She hoists the barbed wire explosive bat up and – Max lifts his foot kicking her between the legs. She drops the bat and Max pulls Addy down to the ground – he starts pushing her already bloodied face into the barbs of her own weapon. Addy tries to fight but it getting shredded all the shit.
Sting: Max knows how to work these matches in CU:LT and picks his spots well.
Max helps Addy up and then transitions his opponent into a standing dragon sleeper. He then leaps and hits them with a backstabber.
Foote: DEVIL TRIGGER! That spells the end of Addy A.
Max grabs his bat now and makes fun of Addy… walking over to her downed body whistling – doing some sexy poses as blood runs down his face. He brushes the crimson from his eyes and lifts the bat up – Addy’s foot comes up – right between the legs.
Sting: Deja Vu!
Max is coughing, almost throwing up from the impact but still has a grip on his bat. Addy is up now – Max sees he coming and swings – Addy ducks – spins around and hits Daemon in the gut with the barbed wire bat – a small explosion of sparks and smoke goes off as the crowd pops. Addy then nails the bat down across the back of Max causing an evening bigger explosion – leaving minor reddening skin and several small wounds. Max hollars out as he falls to the ground, his knees giving out from the smash on the spine.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and NEW SNUFF CHAMPION ADDY A!!!!
Addy drops the bat as JJ Huffman and Garcia argue about who will present her the title. She grabs the belt from them and hoists it in the air for the cheering crowd as he theme hits.
Foote: That’s it, Addy A is our third SNUFF Champion and she didn’t even need to do battle with JD Driftwood to capture it.
Sting: Max has had a string of tough opponents, but he is making stars in the company with the trials and tribulations he is putting them through. It’s never an easy match up with Max Daemon being on the other side of the ring.
Señor Mascara, Trey Bouchet and Ace Sky are in separate corners of the ring.
Foote: We’re waiting on a man… a man many people think English tried to kill last month.
The lights in the arena go completely dark and stay that way for multiple minutes. Confusion and suspense is building amongst the packed crowd.
Foote: We lose power or some shit?!
A bright blue spotlight hits the top of the stage where a huge block of ice is now sitting. Miseria Cantare by AFI begins to play shortly after a voice screams ‘you can’t kill me!!’. At the first sound of drums an explosion occurs at the top of the stage sending ice in all directions at high speeds, all that remains is a mass amount of smoke.
Sting: This shit is getting interesting!!
The crowd sit in awe still wondering what the hell is going on. When the words ‘Love your hate’ are heard from the song, Justin York steps out from the smoke and stands at the top of the ramp in ice blue tights combined with white shin guards, he is also wearing an ice blue leather robe that is completely covered in diamonds. Foote- You gotta think that explosion was a shot at Casanova.
Sting: Doesn’t fucking matter what we think, listen to these people. York best love their hate!
The Mexican crowd reign down boo’s on the disrespectful Canadian. As he makes his way to the ring he flips off all the fans. He kneels in the center of the ramp and looks right into the camera and mouths the words ‘I love you baby’ assuming he’s speaking to his wife before continuing down the ramp smacking a beer out of a fans hand on the way. York jumps onto the apron and flips over the ropes and jumps right up onto the turnbuckle taunting the fans to continue booing him and they oblige. York takes off his robe and tosses it into the crowd continuing to flip them off.
Anderson: Already in the ring, he hails from Toronto Ontario Canada, weighing in at 197 pounds, JUSTIN YORK!!!!
Foote: The crowd is so loud we can barely hear his introduction.
Sting: The man needs no introduction and these people are letting him have it. York is full of himself this evening, that's for certain. And he might just be beaten within an inch of his life by these three opponents.
Foote: The same shit that’s almost gotten him killed by JD twice!
York stands on the middle of the ropes looking and taunting the crowd and then turns back to the ring and takes up the last corner in the ring. Referee Tom Garcia calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
York is crazed and spears Trey right outside of the ring to start things off. York is just pounding on the man’s head over and over and over. He gets him against the barricade and just kicks the shit out of his ribs.
Sting: York wants to get back in the win column. You saw the big theatrics at the start of this match.
Inside the ring Señor and Ace are going at it. Señor with a hip toss and Ace flips over and lands on his feet pulling Señor with an arm drag. Ace with a drop kick now, Señor throws him to the ropes after bouncing back up and Ace springs off the middle rope with a moonsault flipping right over Señor and pulling him down backwards with a reverse DDT.
Foote: Ace Sky is always worth the price of admission, one of the best journeymen highflyers in the game.
On the outside of the ring York has removed a portion of the padding – Referee JJ Huffman tries to argue with him to stop, but he has to keep his eye on the action in the ring. York picks Trey up and lifts him into a stalling suplex before spiking him on his skull with a brain buster. The crack of Trey’s skull hitting the concrete breaks through all the other noise in the arena.
Sting: Disgusting crack there… I think Trey is going to be out for this one. This version of Justin York is cold blooded.
York springs into the ring catching Ace Sky with a cross body, he’s up to his feet and sends Señor flying with a hurricanrana. York nails a dropkick on Ace pushing him back and then turns to hit a spinning heel kick on Señor – knocking his mask a little off center.
Foote: Señor is so bad he might take Craig Cogan’s spot as the worst wrestler on the roster.
Ace and York now square off. York sends Ace to the ropes and tries for a super kick that Sky just cartwheels past. Ace with a knee strike thena half nelson pump handle driver and he makes the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Caught York off guard and almost lost him another match.
Señor gets back in on the action hitting Ace with a pretty decent backdrop, surprisingly. Señor backhands York and then starts windmilling his arms striking York every few rotations. Señor stops dead and eye rakes York hard. York throws a superkick blindly and Señor ducks, letting Ace Sky take the shot. Señor pushes York over and makes the cover on Sky.
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BROKEN UP!
Sting: York stomping down on the back of Señor’s head.
York to the top rope now and Ace manages to leap up through the sky and hits a super frankensteiner.
Foote: Helium Hop from Ace Sky. Amazing moves by this tiny smart little fucker.
Señor has Ace in his sights but ace hits home ith a drop toe hold and locks in a heel hook – Señor kicks him off somehow and they both are back to their feet. Ace with bridinging fisherman suplex.
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BROKEN UP!
Foote: York coming off the top with a 450 splash across the torso of Ace while he had the pinfall. What amazing action.
Sting: York right into the cover on Sky.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Close one there for York he almost had the win.
York is back to the top rope and he comes off nailing a 630 splash on Ace Sky.
Sting: GO FOR BROKE!
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BROKEN UP!
Sting: Señor saves the match.
Señor stomps on york but it has little effect as York makes his way to his feet and starts lighting up Señor with chops across the chest. York tries to yank Señor’s mask off – but he counters with an eye poke. Out of nowhere Trey clubs York from behind.
Foote: I forgot this fucker was a part of this match.
Ace Sky up he spins Trey around and hits a vertebreaker on Trey.
Sting: END OF LIFE!
Señor and York are still battling with one another – Señor swings York toward Ace and Sky leaps over him lands on his feet and turns – closing York over the top rope with enough momentum to send himself over too.
Foote: Señor Mascara to the top rope! He is going to fly – he is going to soar – he is going to bring the lunch action here tonight.
Señor leaps as high as he can into the air then lands right on his feet – he hops up from the ground and hits a sloppy standing frog splash on Trey.
Sting: One Star Frog Splash from Señor Mascara!
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3!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match SENOR MASCARA!
Señor’s theme is playing throughout the arena as York slides into the ring. He looks disappointed at first but then he hoists Señor up on his shoulders and starts parading him around the ring.
Sting: A change of heart by York maybe.
Foote: Having the boss try and kill ya will do that to a man.
York is holding Señor up for the cheering ground – then he launches him off his shoulders and kicking him square in the balls on the way down. The crowd boos as York smirks looking down at Señor before wiping his feet on the canvas and stepping between the ropes.
Sting: What a fucking asshole
Foote: We’re waiting on a man… a man many people think English tried to kill last month.
The lights in the arena go completely dark and stay that way for multiple minutes. Confusion and suspense is building amongst the packed crowd.
Foote: We lose power or some shit?!
A bright blue spotlight hits the top of the stage where a huge block of ice is now sitting. Miseria Cantare by AFI begins to play shortly after a voice screams ‘you can’t kill me!!’. At the first sound of drums an explosion occurs at the top of the stage sending ice in all directions at high speeds, all that remains is a mass amount of smoke.
Sting: This shit is getting interesting!!
The crowd sit in awe still wondering what the hell is going on. When the words ‘Love your hate’ are heard from the song, Justin York steps out from the smoke and stands at the top of the ramp in ice blue tights combined with white shin guards, he is also wearing an ice blue leather robe that is completely covered in diamonds. Foote- You gotta think that explosion was a shot at Casanova.
Sting: Doesn’t fucking matter what we think, listen to these people. York best love their hate!
The Mexican crowd reign down boo’s on the disrespectful Canadian. As he makes his way to the ring he flips off all the fans. He kneels in the center of the ramp and looks right into the camera and mouths the words ‘I love you baby’ assuming he’s speaking to his wife before continuing down the ramp smacking a beer out of a fans hand on the way. York jumps onto the apron and flips over the ropes and jumps right up onto the turnbuckle taunting the fans to continue booing him and they oblige. York takes off his robe and tosses it into the crowd continuing to flip them off.
Anderson: Already in the ring, he hails from Toronto Ontario Canada, weighing in at 197 pounds, JUSTIN YORK!!!!
Foote: The crowd is so loud we can barely hear his introduction.
Sting: The man needs no introduction and these people are letting him have it. York is full of himself this evening, that's for certain. And he might just be beaten within an inch of his life by these three opponents.
Foote: The same shit that’s almost gotten him killed by JD twice!
York stands on the middle of the ropes looking and taunting the crowd and then turns back to the ring and takes up the last corner in the ring. Referee Tom Garcia calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
York is crazed and spears Trey right outside of the ring to start things off. York is just pounding on the man’s head over and over and over. He gets him against the barricade and just kicks the shit out of his ribs.
Sting: York wants to get back in the win column. You saw the big theatrics at the start of this match.
Inside the ring Señor and Ace are going at it. Señor with a hip toss and Ace flips over and lands on his feet pulling Señor with an arm drag. Ace with a drop kick now, Señor throws him to the ropes after bouncing back up and Ace springs off the middle rope with a moonsault flipping right over Señor and pulling him down backwards with a reverse DDT.
Foote: Ace Sky is always worth the price of admission, one of the best journeymen highflyers in the game.
On the outside of the ring York has removed a portion of the padding – Referee JJ Huffman tries to argue with him to stop, but he has to keep his eye on the action in the ring. York picks Trey up and lifts him into a stalling suplex before spiking him on his skull with a brain buster. The crack of Trey’s skull hitting the concrete breaks through all the other noise in the arena.
Sting: Disgusting crack there… I think Trey is going to be out for this one. This version of Justin York is cold blooded.
York springs into the ring catching Ace Sky with a cross body, he’s up to his feet and sends Señor flying with a hurricanrana. York nails a dropkick on Ace pushing him back and then turns to hit a spinning heel kick on Señor – knocking his mask a little off center.
Foote: Señor is so bad he might take Craig Cogan’s spot as the worst wrestler on the roster.
Ace and York now square off. York sends Ace to the ropes and tries for a super kick that Sky just cartwheels past. Ace with a knee strike thena half nelson pump handle driver and he makes the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Caught York off guard and almost lost him another match.
Señor gets back in on the action hitting Ace with a pretty decent backdrop, surprisingly. Señor backhands York and then starts windmilling his arms striking York every few rotations. Señor stops dead and eye rakes York hard. York throws a superkick blindly and Señor ducks, letting Ace Sky take the shot. Señor pushes York over and makes the cover on Sky.
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Sting: York stomping down on the back of Señor’s head.
York to the top rope now and Ace manages to leap up through the sky and hits a super frankensteiner.
Foote: Helium Hop from Ace Sky. Amazing moves by this tiny smart little fucker.
Señor has Ace in his sights but ace hits home ith a drop toe hold and locks in a heel hook – Señor kicks him off somehow and they both are back to their feet. Ace with bridinging fisherman suplex.
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BROKEN UP!
Foote: York coming off the top with a 450 splash across the torso of Ace while he had the pinfall. What amazing action.
Sting: York right into the cover on Sky.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Close one there for York he almost had the win.
York is back to the top rope and he comes off nailing a 630 splash on Ace Sky.
Sting: GO FOR BROKE!
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BROKEN UP!
Sting: Señor saves the match.
Señor stomps on york but it has little effect as York makes his way to his feet and starts lighting up Señor with chops across the chest. York tries to yank Señor’s mask off – but he counters with an eye poke. Out of nowhere Trey clubs York from behind.
Foote: I forgot this fucker was a part of this match.
Ace Sky up he spins Trey around and hits a vertebreaker on Trey.
Sting: END OF LIFE!
Señor and York are still battling with one another – Señor swings York toward Ace and Sky leaps over him lands on his feet and turns – closing York over the top rope with enough momentum to send himself over too.
Foote: Señor Mascara to the top rope! He is going to fly – he is going to soar – he is going to bring the lunch action here tonight.
Señor leaps as high as he can into the air then lands right on his feet – he hops up from the ground and hits a sloppy standing frog splash on Trey.
Sting: One Star Frog Splash from Señor Mascara!
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match SENOR MASCARA!
Señor’s theme is playing throughout the arena as York slides into the ring. He looks disappointed at first but then he hoists Señor up on his shoulders and starts parading him around the ring.
Sting: A change of heart by York maybe.
Foote: Having the boss try and kill ya will do that to a man.
York is holding Señor up for the cheering ground – then he launches him off his shoulders and kicking him square in the balls on the way down. The crowd boos as York smirks looking down at Señor before wiping his feet on the canvas and stepping between the ropes.
Sting: What a fucking asshole
Senior Senior Referee JJ Huffman hoists up the FIGHT Championship as the camera zoom in on Alice Gemini, the champion, and JC Keeton, the challenger.
DING! DING! DING!
Stng: Alice out for revenge tonight after what JC did to her friend Addy A in their debut. He lost by DQ – but I think Addy had his number and he copped out.
Alice wastes no time coming across the ring with a shining wizard – JC just crumbles to the ground.
Foote: HOLY SHIT! She just hit Two-faced – one of her signature moves right off the get go.
While JC is on the ground lifeless Alice locks in a pentagram choke – JC fights for a second but quickly goes back out forcing JJ Huffman to call for the bell and force Alice to let go of the hold who is taking a little extra revenge for Addy A.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL FIGHT Champion ALICE GEMINI!
Alice grabs the FIGHT Championship and holds it in the air as the “I” in FIGHT lights up signalling she is a one step closer to a shot at the New World Championship.
Sting: What an impressive prospect. Alice has 3 wins over two events in under 30 minutes. She might very well walk to a world championship shot.
DING! DING! DING!
Stng: Alice out for revenge tonight after what JC did to her friend Addy A in their debut. He lost by DQ – but I think Addy had his number and he copped out.
Alice wastes no time coming across the ring with a shining wizard – JC just crumbles to the ground.
Foote: HOLY SHIT! She just hit Two-faced – one of her signature moves right off the get go.
While JC is on the ground lifeless Alice locks in a pentagram choke – JC fights for a second but quickly goes back out forcing JJ Huffman to call for the bell and force Alice to let go of the hold who is taking a little extra revenge for Addy A.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL FIGHT Champion ALICE GEMINI!
Alice grabs the FIGHT Championship and holds it in the air as the “I” in FIGHT lights up signalling she is a one step closer to a shot at the New World Championship.
Sting: What an impressive prospect. Alice has 3 wins over two events in under 30 minutes. She might very well walk to a world championship shot.
The camera man is in a frenzy as he busts into the locker room to see both of the Dawson Brothers laid out covered in blood.
Sting: What the hell is this? It looks like they won’t be going after the Double Homicide Championships tonight.
Foote: There is a sign of who did this… a new tag team.
On the backs of both brothers is some spray paint – 2 letters and a number – S2K.
Sting: That means Strike 2 Kill is on their way to CU:LT.
Sting: What the hell is this? It looks like they won’t be going after the Double Homicide Championships tonight.
Foote: There is a sign of who did this… a new tag team.
On the backs of both brothers is some spray paint – 2 letters and a number – S2K.
Sting: That means Strike 2 Kill is on their way to CU:LT.
Charli Crawford is stretching backstage before her match for the Double Homicide Championships when Max Daemon walks by angry of his failure earlier and thinking about earlier in the year when Crawford beat him in a huge tourny. He kicks the door open and starts attacking her. Max nails a Devil Trigger, laying Crawford out. He runs his hands over the scar she gave him -- the letters burnt into his skin of the company he can't quite catch a break in.
Sting: Well this match has really dwindled down. We saw the Dawson Brothers taken out earlier before they could even debut and then Charli Crawford was taken care of by a pissed off Max Daemon.
The New formation of Team Buddy Back Pose is in the ring, Craig Cogan – suspiciously holding his lower back like he wrestled a match earlier in the night or something… and Gram MOTHERFUCKIN’ Gram.
Foote: Do it for the seniors Gram Gram – Jonny threatened her and I know she is going to get revenge here tonight.
The tag team champions Jonny B and Johnny C taunt and point up to their championships hanging above the ring and gesture that they are going back around their waist.
Sting: it’s going to be hard to hold onto these championships.
Luna Baby and Royston Popplewell are ready to do battle – Luna in signature clown make up and Royston dressed as a mime.
Foote: This has to be one of the most fucked up match types CU:LT has had.
All around the ring is rings up with wooden boxes rigged up with some small amounts of C4 all around them, light tubes are tied up in the ring ropes and piles of them are just in reaching distance on the outside – four ladders are leaned up in each corner of the ring.
Anderson: THIS IS A LADDERS LIGHT TUBES AND LANDMINES MATCH! To win, a member of these teams must climb to the top and snatch the titles to be crowned DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS!
DING! DING! DING!
All hell just breaks fucking loose as all six participates might in the centre of the ring ina fuckoing melee. Luna snatches a light tube as Royston prys open the mouth of Jonny C. Luna works the tube into Jonny’s mouth and then hits him a dropkick to the face to break it.
Sting: This shit is getting sickening already.
Luna has the broken light tube in one hand – Royston behind her as she begs her opponents to try and take her on. Johnny B tries to avenge his partner while Royston battles back Gram and Cogan. Luna hits a drop toe hold on a chnarging Johnny B then starts stabbing up his forehead with the broken piece of tube – cutting up the Double Homicide Champion.
Foote: Luna is going to rip the face off of Johnny B.
Royston had no idea he bit off more than he could chew because to his surprise and that of the crowd Gram Gram hits him with a body fuckin’ slam. Cogan follows it up with a shit elbow drop. Luna uses the back of Royston to leap off of and hits a corkscrew crossbody on both members of Team Buddy Back Pose.
Sting: And Royston showing his strength as he hits a huge double close line on the two Jonny’s.
Roystin picks both men up now from the ground with one hand wrapped around each of their throats – he lifts them up into the air and chokeslams them down. Jonny C lands on the outside of the ring right on top of one of the C4 boxes. Sparks fly and a few small trails of smoke linger as the crowd chants “holy shit.”
Foote: Three Ring Barney came here to win back there titles tonight – they are making that loud and fucking clear.
Gram Grab grabs Luna Baby from the back and sends her head first into some hung up light tubes inside the ropes. Gram Gram hits Luna with a reckless German suplex sending her down on top of one of the ladders in the corner
Sting: Gram Gram is a future New World Champion.
Cogan picks up a ladder and scream launching it like a spear merely four feet from Johnny B fucking the man up compeltly – blood starts pouring down his face from his nostrils.
Foote: There goes Jonny C’s nose.
Jonny is back to his feet – but Gram grabs him from behind and release German suplexes him over the top rope onto one of the C4 rigged wooden boxes. A small explosion pops off, a trail of smoke, and the crowd cheers at all the teatrics.
Sting: And then there were two – it’s down to Team Buddy Back Pose and Three Ring Barney.
Foote: There were two? Were not going to talk about how this old woman just tosses a grown fucking man like nothing?
Sting: She wanted revenge after the shit Johnny was talking.. That kind of motivation can create monsters of us all.
The two teams circle each other – then start throwing punches at one another. Royston grabs Cogan and hits a belly to belly suplex. He picks Cogan up and bodyslam him onto a ladder in the corner. Cogan is stuck there and Royston powerbombs his own partner Luna Baby right down on top of him.
Foote: You know Chester Roosevelt is watching this one from the back – he had a hell of a match last month with a former World Champion.
Gram comes to save Cogan but Luna hits a dropsault – allowing Royston to hit the old bitch with a gutwrench suplex. Luna sets up a ladder in the middle of the ring and starts to climb it. Cogan climbs the other side. They get to the top and start punching the shit out of each other.
Sting: Who wants it more!?
Royston grabs Cogan and pulls him of with a power bomb – Gram doing the same to Luna. Gram comes off the ropes now and takes Royston out with a huge shoulder block. She stomps around the ring taunting.
Foote: OH! Luna Baby with a light tube across the back of Gram slowing her momentum.
Cogan with a lowblow on Royston. He spins the big man around and hits the worst DDt in the business.
Sting: The Whole Thing.
Cogan realizes Luna is climbing the ladder once again and is about to get the championship so he starts climbing the other side and pokes her in the eyes to prevent Luna from unstrapping the titles. Cogan headbutts Luna a few times and actually get the advantage – he reaches up to grab the belts.
Foote: Cogan is going to be a two time champion.
Luna hits Cogan with a couple elbows then she flips over Cogan and takes them both outside to the C4 boxes causing huge explosion around them and smokey haze throughout the arena. CU:LT chants ring out through the crowd as referees Huffman and Garcia go to check on the condition of Luna and Cogan.
Sting: The match isn’t over yet.
It’s Gram Gram and Royston Popplewell. Gram kicks this off by clapping the ears of Royston hen nails a scoop slam on the big man followed by a standing splash. Gram then grabs two light tubes and cracks them on either side of Royston’s head at the same time. She starts jambing one of the tube halves into forehead of Royston who has been brought to his knees.
Foote: What the fuck is that… Gram has Royston up on her shoulders.
Gram nails an F-5 and the crowd jumps out of their seat as both her and Royston are laid out on the mat for a moment.
Sting: i can’t believe what I just saw.
Gram starts to stir first and positions another ladder she starts to climb and is nearly at the top when Royston pulls her down. He wraps a hand around Grams throat and lifts her up int he air slamming her down with sitout power bomb.
Foote; Silent Bliss… I don’t think Gram is ever going to be the same again.
Royston climbs to the top of the ladder and unhooks the Double Homicide Championships.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and NEW DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS… THREE RING BARNEY!
Luna manages to roll in the ring to claim one of the titles as Chester Roosevelt stomps down the ramp with concern for his partners in crime. They all exits together as Luna holds the championship up excitedly to the crowd.
Sting; That’s it, Three Ring Barney starts their second run on top.
The New formation of Team Buddy Back Pose is in the ring, Craig Cogan – suspiciously holding his lower back like he wrestled a match earlier in the night or something… and Gram MOTHERFUCKIN’ Gram.
Foote: Do it for the seniors Gram Gram – Jonny threatened her and I know she is going to get revenge here tonight.
The tag team champions Jonny B and Johnny C taunt and point up to their championships hanging above the ring and gesture that they are going back around their waist.
Sting: it’s going to be hard to hold onto these championships.
Luna Baby and Royston Popplewell are ready to do battle – Luna in signature clown make up and Royston dressed as a mime.
Foote: This has to be one of the most fucked up match types CU:LT has had.
All around the ring is rings up with wooden boxes rigged up with some small amounts of C4 all around them, light tubes are tied up in the ring ropes and piles of them are just in reaching distance on the outside – four ladders are leaned up in each corner of the ring.
Anderson: THIS IS A LADDERS LIGHT TUBES AND LANDMINES MATCH! To win, a member of these teams must climb to the top and snatch the titles to be crowned DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS!
DING! DING! DING!
All hell just breaks fucking loose as all six participates might in the centre of the ring ina fuckoing melee. Luna snatches a light tube as Royston prys open the mouth of Jonny C. Luna works the tube into Jonny’s mouth and then hits him a dropkick to the face to break it.
Sting: This shit is getting sickening already.
Luna has the broken light tube in one hand – Royston behind her as she begs her opponents to try and take her on. Johnny B tries to avenge his partner while Royston battles back Gram and Cogan. Luna hits a drop toe hold on a chnarging Johnny B then starts stabbing up his forehead with the broken piece of tube – cutting up the Double Homicide Champion.
Foote: Luna is going to rip the face off of Johnny B.
Royston had no idea he bit off more than he could chew because to his surprise and that of the crowd Gram Gram hits him with a body fuckin’ slam. Cogan follows it up with a shit elbow drop. Luna uses the back of Royston to leap off of and hits a corkscrew crossbody on both members of Team Buddy Back Pose.
Sting: And Royston showing his strength as he hits a huge double close line on the two Jonny’s.
Roystin picks both men up now from the ground with one hand wrapped around each of their throats – he lifts them up into the air and chokeslams them down. Jonny C lands on the outside of the ring right on top of one of the C4 boxes. Sparks fly and a few small trails of smoke linger as the crowd chants “holy shit.”
Foote: Three Ring Barney came here to win back there titles tonight – they are making that loud and fucking clear.
Gram Grab grabs Luna Baby from the back and sends her head first into some hung up light tubes inside the ropes. Gram Gram hits Luna with a reckless German suplex sending her down on top of one of the ladders in the corner
Sting: Gram Gram is a future New World Champion.
Cogan picks up a ladder and scream launching it like a spear merely four feet from Johnny B fucking the man up compeltly – blood starts pouring down his face from his nostrils.
Foote: There goes Jonny C’s nose.
Jonny is back to his feet – but Gram grabs him from behind and release German suplexes him over the top rope onto one of the C4 rigged wooden boxes. A small explosion pops off, a trail of smoke, and the crowd cheers at all the teatrics.
Sting: And then there were two – it’s down to Team Buddy Back Pose and Three Ring Barney.
Foote: There were two? Were not going to talk about how this old woman just tosses a grown fucking man like nothing?
Sting: She wanted revenge after the shit Johnny was talking.. That kind of motivation can create monsters of us all.
The two teams circle each other – then start throwing punches at one another. Royston grabs Cogan and hits a belly to belly suplex. He picks Cogan up and bodyslam him onto a ladder in the corner. Cogan is stuck there and Royston powerbombs his own partner Luna Baby right down on top of him.
Foote: You know Chester Roosevelt is watching this one from the back – he had a hell of a match last month with a former World Champion.
Gram comes to save Cogan but Luna hits a dropsault – allowing Royston to hit the old bitch with a gutwrench suplex. Luna sets up a ladder in the middle of the ring and starts to climb it. Cogan climbs the other side. They get to the top and start punching the shit out of each other.
Sting: Who wants it more!?
Royston grabs Cogan and pulls him of with a power bomb – Gram doing the same to Luna. Gram comes off the ropes now and takes Royston out with a huge shoulder block. She stomps around the ring taunting.
Foote: OH! Luna Baby with a light tube across the back of Gram slowing her momentum.
Cogan with a lowblow on Royston. He spins the big man around and hits the worst DDt in the business.
Sting: The Whole Thing.
Cogan realizes Luna is climbing the ladder once again and is about to get the championship so he starts climbing the other side and pokes her in the eyes to prevent Luna from unstrapping the titles. Cogan headbutts Luna a few times and actually get the advantage – he reaches up to grab the belts.
Foote: Cogan is going to be a two time champion.
Luna hits Cogan with a couple elbows then she flips over Cogan and takes them both outside to the C4 boxes causing huge explosion around them and smokey haze throughout the arena. CU:LT chants ring out through the crowd as referees Huffman and Garcia go to check on the condition of Luna and Cogan.
Sting: The match isn’t over yet.
It’s Gram Gram and Royston Popplewell. Gram kicks this off by clapping the ears of Royston hen nails a scoop slam on the big man followed by a standing splash. Gram then grabs two light tubes and cracks them on either side of Royston’s head at the same time. She starts jambing one of the tube halves into forehead of Royston who has been brought to his knees.
Foote: What the fuck is that… Gram has Royston up on her shoulders.
Gram nails an F-5 and the crowd jumps out of their seat as both her and Royston are laid out on the mat for a moment.
Sting: i can’t believe what I just saw.
Gram starts to stir first and positions another ladder she starts to climb and is nearly at the top when Royston pulls her down. He wraps a hand around Grams throat and lifts her up int he air slamming her down with sitout power bomb.
Foote; Silent Bliss… I don’t think Gram is ever going to be the same again.
Royston climbs to the top of the ladder and unhooks the Double Homicide Championships.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and NEW DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS… THREE RING BARNEY!
Luna manages to roll in the ring to claim one of the titles as Chester Roosevelt stomps down the ramp with concern for his partners in crime. They all exits together as Luna holds the championship up excitedly to the crowd.
Sting; That’s it, Three Ring Barney starts their second run on top.
The lights throughout the entire CU:LT arena dim simultaneously on-out throughout the entire arena as it plunges into darkness as "Tuyo" - by Rodrigo Amarante blares on out of the PA sound system and can be heard at this moment, all spotlights in the building shine down onto the entrance while the crowd begins to stir with distaste as the tron comes to life as the words "EL REFLEJO DE LA PERFECCIÓN" flash onto the CU:LT tron which can be seen being written out in gold Spanish lettering against a black wall drop, as they are seen flashing across the CU:LT tron the entrance aisle comes to life again revealing that of a young gorgeous looking male, that young gorgeous looking male being none other than SEBASTIÁN SANTIAGO himself..
SEBASTIÁN stands alone in front of the black curtains with his gorgeous valet Cecilia Rose on the side of him, he can be seen wearing his signature Ivory (white) colored, Violet (Purple), Silver (Gray) speckled floor-length cloak/robe of which can be seen having 'horns' around the collar, the collar can be seen being upraised. The cloak/robe is full-length, with enough surface to fully cover Sebastian. The color scheme of Santiago’s cloak/Robe usually can be seen being Ivory (white) often with Violet (Purple), and Silver (Gray) speckled colored designs around the border and collar which can be seen throughout it, with "EL REFLEJO DE LA PERFECCIÓN" written across the center back portion of his cloak/robe in old English Violet (purple) speckled colored lettering, as the darkness continues to surround him and Cecilia.
Santiago can be seen with his head held high, well higher than most with his nose in the clouds, one would say-his confidence in his own perfection and abilities, never absent from the young man, a smirk of disdain can be seen as he looks out into the darkness of the mass imperfection that laid in his presence, the crowd grows with distaste towards Sebastián as he stands with his ring valet Cecilia by his side, a single spotlight shining down upon him and his two valet Cecilia who make their presence known. Sebastián can be seen ignoring the boos, jeers of the fans, as the single spotlight continues to shine down on him, Sebastián who’s robe can be seen shining ever so perfectly under the single spotlight..
Anderson Shepley: "Ladies and gentlemen This match is for CULT’s Classic Championship. Making his way to the ring being accompanied to the ring by his ring valet the gorgeous Cecilia Rose he hails from the San Luis Potosi, Mexico and weighs in tonight at an astounding Two-hundred and Thirty-Nine chiseled pounds of pure muscle and stands approximately Six foot Three inches in an astounding height.. he is your wife's favorite wrestler and the very man she fantasizes over he is.. "El Reflejo de la Perfección".. he is the one, the only.. SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBASTIÁN SAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAAAAAAANTIAGO!!!!!!!!!!!"
With a look of apathy and a twist of Sebastián’s nose as his name is heard broadcasted over the PA system by that of Shepley, as he and his valet Cecilia make their way down the entrance aisle, his head still held high while he continues to study the incredibly ungrateful fans, as he makes his way towards the squared circle, nothing but a chorus of boos can be heard as they echo throughout that of the arena, the closer he and his valet Cecilia Rose get to the squared circle, the louder the chants of disdain can be heard, still with his head held high as he walks around towards the steel steps, once at the steel steps, Sebastián steps up on them, wiping the bottoms of his boots as his gorgeous valet Cecilia Rose removes his gorgeous Ivory (white) colored, Violet (Purple), Silver (Gray) speckled floor-length robe, revealing his ever so perfect body, once inside the squared circle, he throws his arms out ((Vivi Alberto Del Rio)), basking in his glory while the fans of CU:LT continue to boo him before walking over to the nearest ring post and leaning up against it as he awaits for his opponent to come on out to do battle with him…
Foote: Santiago appears ready to make his mark and potentially walk away with the Classic Championship.
"Afraid of Us" by Jonwayne rings theoughout the arena as Noah Ortega makes his way out from behind the curtain to boos from the crowd,
Anderson Shepley- Making his way to the ring, he hails from Montreal Quebec Canada, NOAH ORTEGA!!
Ortega rolls into the ring and heads to his corner awaiting the remaining opponents.
Sting: As the ring fills up this promises to be one hell of a match. I can’t wait to see who puts their body on the line to get their hooks into the Classic Championship.
Clean my wounds by COC begins to ring throughout the arena and Vincent Black steps out from behind the curtain onto the stage and immediately begins his walk to the ring. The crowd is mostly booing but he has a few fans out there.
Anderson Shepley- Making his way to the ring, he hails from parts unknown.. this is VINCENT BLACK!!!!
Vincent hops up onto the apron and entrees the ring like he has not a care in the world.
Foote: Black as always is ready to handle business! Tell you what, the fans are into this damn thing!
The intro to "Unleashed" by Epica hits the speakers and the lights dim before Adrienne steps out alongside Katie.
Anderson Shepley: Introducing, from Paris. France and being accompanied by Katie Storms, "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort!
The fans pop as The two women share a high five before they make their way down the ramp occasionally slapping hands with fans before Adrienne rolls into the ring, Katie takes up her no position at ringside whilst Adrienne poses for the fans.
Sting: The French rose has all the support of Mexico behind her tonight on her quest for gold.
Foote: All competitors are in the ring and ready to go, let’s get this damn thing GOING!!!
DING! DING! DING!
JJ Huffman calls for the bell and immediately Vincent goes to work on Santiago with heavy right hands that has him staggering, he then drives him with a knee to the gut that appears a little low and the referee misses it. Vincent Irish whips Santiago into the opposite corner and he bounces off the turnbuckles. Vincent follows up with a heavy clothesline sending Santiago to the mat and tumbling outside of the ring. Ortega and Beaufort look at each other and rush Vincent to which the crowd cheers. Beaufort backs off and lets Ortega put the boots to Vincent. Beaufort takes a run after hyping up the crowd and splashes Ortega from behind straight into the turnbuckle and he falls directly on top of Vincent and his bad right shoulder.
Foote: Hot start here from Adrienne Beaufort and she’s got this crowd absolutely rallying behind her.
Sting: Too bad that doesn’t translate to a win.
The crowd is firmly behind Beaufort as she makes it back to her feet. In the time she was down Santiago has rolled back into the ring, he clutches Beaufort from behind and drives her to the canvas with a reverse Russian leg sweep dropping her right on her face.
Foote: Un Pincel Con Perfección!!!!!!
Sting: Perfectly executed and now if Santiago can take advantage with a submission this will be the end of Beaufort's efforts to become a champion here tonight.
Santiago locks in a Boston crab and drives his knee in the back and neck of Beaufort for extra leverage. Beaufort is writhing in pain!
Sting: Just as I said, here spells the end of Beaufort!!!
Foote: Not quite, here comes Vincent Black!!
Vincent has made his way to his feet and grabs ahold of Santiago while he still has Beaufort locked in his hold. Black tosses Santiago over his head with one huge throw and he lands square on the top of his head violently. The crowd are chanting Holy shit.
Foote: TWISM!!!! Santiago just got dropped on the top of his goddamn head!!!!
Vincent rushes Santiago and locks in an STF and has Santiago’s neck cranked as far back as it can go. Santiago hangs in for multiple minutes attempting to make his way to the ropes but is constantly reversed by Black who eventually makes him tap out!
Sting: Wow, quick exit for Santiago. At least he got some of his shit in right?
Foote: Ortega with a very smart move just sat and watched that unfold instead of trying to stop it.
Ortega runs and hits Black with a low dropkick right to his face and then begins stomping down on his bad shoulder. Ortega grabs Blacks right arm and lifts it and smashes it back to the canvas several times trying to reinjure the previously hurt arm of Black.
Sting: Smart move by Ortega, after all this is a submission match!
Ortega locks in a cross-arm breaker on Black and has him screaming in pain. Beaufort quickly rushes over and drops down on Ortega with a leg drop. She scoops him up off of the mat and hits him with a spinning elbow that leaves him stunned. She then kicks him twice in the leg dropping him to one knee and then she drives him headfirst into the canvas with a harsh DDT! Beaufort flips Ortega and attempts to lock in a figure four leg lock but is kicked in the back from behind by Vincent who jumps quickly to his feet and attempts a clothesline on Beaufort but she ducks. Beaufort hits the ropes and black flips her with a back body drop.
Foote: BEAUFORT LANDS ON HER FEET!
Black is smiling in anticipation that she has landed on her feet. He turns around and sidesteps a dropkick attempt from Beaufort and drives an elbow directly into the back of her head as soon as she hits the canvas. Black picks her up off of the canvas and hits her with a series of strikes finished off with a massive forearm smash. Black hooks Beaufort and sends her over his head with yet another Twism dropping her right on her head. Beaufort is motionless as Ortega makes his way back to his feet and has a standoff with Black.
Sting: Looks like Black isn’t going to be able to finish off Beaufort like he had planned.
Foote: You might have spoke too soon!
Black and Ortega both point at Beaufort who is still motionless on the mat after the vicious move she just endured. They seem to come
To an agreement that Beaufort needs to go. Ortega hooks her into a cross face and Black locks in a Boston crab as both wrench on her body she refuses to tap.
Sting: JJ Huffman has called for the elimination of Beaufort as she passed out from the pain.
Foote: SHE DIDNT TAP!
Ortega let’s go of the hold before Black dies and bounces off the ropes and hits one of the hardest clotheslines into the back of the head of Vincent sending him out through the ropes of the ring and crashing to the floor. Ortega taunts the crowd for a moment allowing Black to slowly make it back to his feet. Ortega springboards off of the ropes and hits black with an Asai moonsault and both men go crashing to the floor. The crowd is once again chanting Holy shit.
Sting: Ortega puts it all on the line in an attempt to win, gotta love it you know if it wasn’t a submission match…
Foote: You’re a handful tonight.
Ortega quickly jumps back to his feet and grabs Black rolling him back into the ring. Ortega makes his way to the top turnbuckle and turns his back to Black who is laying back down on the mat.
Sting: This fucker has lost his mind tonight.
Ortega flips off and Black moves out of the way jumping to his feet right away. Ortega lands on his feet after missing his moonsault foot stomp dubbed ‘for the lost’. He stumbles a bit and Black kicks him right in the chest and hooks him for the overhead belly to belly.
Foote: This will be the third and probably the final time Black attempts this move this evening.
Black flips Ortega over his head and Ortega lands on his feet.
Sting: For the second time tonight the Twism has been reversed.
Ortega super kicks Black upon his turning sending him stumbling back into the corner. Ortega runs and spears black into the corner and then drives him to the canvas with a snap suplex. Ortega jumps to the top rope and flips off with a Second attempt on his moonsault stomp. Ortega slightly over-rotates and black catches him directly into a rear naked choke. Ortega scrambles hard and quickly gets to his feet with black still on his back. Ortega flips and shakes Black temporarily off his back but black hangs onto an arm and hooks his legs around Ortega's neck.
Foote: Black has a triangle choke locked in and they’re in the middle of the ring.
Sting: That may be the end of this match and Ortega at that. Neither of these guys had their finishing moves pay off… submission match remember?
Foote: Jesus..
Black is screaming as he is applying every ounce of pressure his body can provide. Ortega is scrambling every which way he can trying to get to the ropes or break the hold but after a few moments, he winds up unsuccessful and finding himself fading away.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: ORTEGA TAPS!!!! VINCENT BLACK IS THE NEW CLASSIC CHAMPION!!
Foote: Triangle choke too, what a finish!!!
Anderson Shepley: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and NEEEEEWWW CLASSIC CHAMPION…. VINCENT BLACK!!
Foote: What a fucking banger!!
Vincent holds his title and exits the arena just as nonchalantly as he entered.
SEBASTIÁN stands alone in front of the black curtains with his gorgeous valet Cecilia Rose on the side of him, he can be seen wearing his signature Ivory (white) colored, Violet (Purple), Silver (Gray) speckled floor-length cloak/robe of which can be seen having 'horns' around the collar, the collar can be seen being upraised. The cloak/robe is full-length, with enough surface to fully cover Sebastian. The color scheme of Santiago’s cloak/Robe usually can be seen being Ivory (white) often with Violet (Purple), and Silver (Gray) speckled colored designs around the border and collar which can be seen throughout it, with "EL REFLEJO DE LA PERFECCIÓN" written across the center back portion of his cloak/robe in old English Violet (purple) speckled colored lettering, as the darkness continues to surround him and Cecilia.
Santiago can be seen with his head held high, well higher than most with his nose in the clouds, one would say-his confidence in his own perfection and abilities, never absent from the young man, a smirk of disdain can be seen as he looks out into the darkness of the mass imperfection that laid in his presence, the crowd grows with distaste towards Sebastián as he stands with his ring valet Cecilia by his side, a single spotlight shining down upon him and his two valet Cecilia who make their presence known. Sebastián can be seen ignoring the boos, jeers of the fans, as the single spotlight continues to shine down on him, Sebastián who’s robe can be seen shining ever so perfectly under the single spotlight..
Anderson Shepley: "Ladies and gentlemen This match is for CULT’s Classic Championship. Making his way to the ring being accompanied to the ring by his ring valet the gorgeous Cecilia Rose he hails from the San Luis Potosi, Mexico and weighs in tonight at an astounding Two-hundred and Thirty-Nine chiseled pounds of pure muscle and stands approximately Six foot Three inches in an astounding height.. he is your wife's favorite wrestler and the very man she fantasizes over he is.. "El Reflejo de la Perfección".. he is the one, the only.. SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBASTIÁN SAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAAAAAAANTIAGO!!!!!!!!!!!"
With a look of apathy and a twist of Sebastián’s nose as his name is heard broadcasted over the PA system by that of Shepley, as he and his valet Cecilia make their way down the entrance aisle, his head still held high while he continues to study the incredibly ungrateful fans, as he makes his way towards the squared circle, nothing but a chorus of boos can be heard as they echo throughout that of the arena, the closer he and his valet Cecilia Rose get to the squared circle, the louder the chants of disdain can be heard, still with his head held high as he walks around towards the steel steps, once at the steel steps, Sebastián steps up on them, wiping the bottoms of his boots as his gorgeous valet Cecilia Rose removes his gorgeous Ivory (white) colored, Violet (Purple), Silver (Gray) speckled floor-length robe, revealing his ever so perfect body, once inside the squared circle, he throws his arms out ((Vivi Alberto Del Rio)), basking in his glory while the fans of CU:LT continue to boo him before walking over to the nearest ring post and leaning up against it as he awaits for his opponent to come on out to do battle with him…
Foote: Santiago appears ready to make his mark and potentially walk away with the Classic Championship.
"Afraid of Us" by Jonwayne rings theoughout the arena as Noah Ortega makes his way out from behind the curtain to boos from the crowd,
Anderson Shepley- Making his way to the ring, he hails from Montreal Quebec Canada, NOAH ORTEGA!!
Ortega rolls into the ring and heads to his corner awaiting the remaining opponents.
Sting: As the ring fills up this promises to be one hell of a match. I can’t wait to see who puts their body on the line to get their hooks into the Classic Championship.
Clean my wounds by COC begins to ring throughout the arena and Vincent Black steps out from behind the curtain onto the stage and immediately begins his walk to the ring. The crowd is mostly booing but he has a few fans out there.
Anderson Shepley- Making his way to the ring, he hails from parts unknown.. this is VINCENT BLACK!!!!
Vincent hops up onto the apron and entrees the ring like he has not a care in the world.
Foote: Black as always is ready to handle business! Tell you what, the fans are into this damn thing!
The intro to "Unleashed" by Epica hits the speakers and the lights dim before Adrienne steps out alongside Katie.
Anderson Shepley: Introducing, from Paris. France and being accompanied by Katie Storms, "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort!
The fans pop as The two women share a high five before they make their way down the ramp occasionally slapping hands with fans before Adrienne rolls into the ring, Katie takes up her no position at ringside whilst Adrienne poses for the fans.
Sting: The French rose has all the support of Mexico behind her tonight on her quest for gold.
Foote: All competitors are in the ring and ready to go, let’s get this damn thing GOING!!!
DING! DING! DING!
JJ Huffman calls for the bell and immediately Vincent goes to work on Santiago with heavy right hands that has him staggering, he then drives him with a knee to the gut that appears a little low and the referee misses it. Vincent Irish whips Santiago into the opposite corner and he bounces off the turnbuckles. Vincent follows up with a heavy clothesline sending Santiago to the mat and tumbling outside of the ring. Ortega and Beaufort look at each other and rush Vincent to which the crowd cheers. Beaufort backs off and lets Ortega put the boots to Vincent. Beaufort takes a run after hyping up the crowd and splashes Ortega from behind straight into the turnbuckle and he falls directly on top of Vincent and his bad right shoulder.
Foote: Hot start here from Adrienne Beaufort and she’s got this crowd absolutely rallying behind her.
Sting: Too bad that doesn’t translate to a win.
The crowd is firmly behind Beaufort as she makes it back to her feet. In the time she was down Santiago has rolled back into the ring, he clutches Beaufort from behind and drives her to the canvas with a reverse Russian leg sweep dropping her right on her face.
Foote: Un Pincel Con Perfección!!!!!!
Sting: Perfectly executed and now if Santiago can take advantage with a submission this will be the end of Beaufort's efforts to become a champion here tonight.
Santiago locks in a Boston crab and drives his knee in the back and neck of Beaufort for extra leverage. Beaufort is writhing in pain!
Sting: Just as I said, here spells the end of Beaufort!!!
Foote: Not quite, here comes Vincent Black!!
Vincent has made his way to his feet and grabs ahold of Santiago while he still has Beaufort locked in his hold. Black tosses Santiago over his head with one huge throw and he lands square on the top of his head violently. The crowd are chanting Holy shit.
Foote: TWISM!!!! Santiago just got dropped on the top of his goddamn head!!!!
Vincent rushes Santiago and locks in an STF and has Santiago’s neck cranked as far back as it can go. Santiago hangs in for multiple minutes attempting to make his way to the ropes but is constantly reversed by Black who eventually makes him tap out!
Sting: Wow, quick exit for Santiago. At least he got some of his shit in right?
Foote: Ortega with a very smart move just sat and watched that unfold instead of trying to stop it.
Ortega runs and hits Black with a low dropkick right to his face and then begins stomping down on his bad shoulder. Ortega grabs Blacks right arm and lifts it and smashes it back to the canvas several times trying to reinjure the previously hurt arm of Black.
Sting: Smart move by Ortega, after all this is a submission match!
Ortega locks in a cross-arm breaker on Black and has him screaming in pain. Beaufort quickly rushes over and drops down on Ortega with a leg drop. She scoops him up off of the mat and hits him with a spinning elbow that leaves him stunned. She then kicks him twice in the leg dropping him to one knee and then she drives him headfirst into the canvas with a harsh DDT! Beaufort flips Ortega and attempts to lock in a figure four leg lock but is kicked in the back from behind by Vincent who jumps quickly to his feet and attempts a clothesline on Beaufort but she ducks. Beaufort hits the ropes and black flips her with a back body drop.
Foote: BEAUFORT LANDS ON HER FEET!
Black is smiling in anticipation that she has landed on her feet. He turns around and sidesteps a dropkick attempt from Beaufort and drives an elbow directly into the back of her head as soon as she hits the canvas. Black picks her up off of the canvas and hits her with a series of strikes finished off with a massive forearm smash. Black hooks Beaufort and sends her over his head with yet another Twism dropping her right on her head. Beaufort is motionless as Ortega makes his way back to his feet and has a standoff with Black.
Sting: Looks like Black isn’t going to be able to finish off Beaufort like he had planned.
Foote: You might have spoke too soon!
Black and Ortega both point at Beaufort who is still motionless on the mat after the vicious move she just endured. They seem to come
To an agreement that Beaufort needs to go. Ortega hooks her into a cross face and Black locks in a Boston crab as both wrench on her body she refuses to tap.
Sting: JJ Huffman has called for the elimination of Beaufort as she passed out from the pain.
Foote: SHE DIDNT TAP!
Ortega let’s go of the hold before Black dies and bounces off the ropes and hits one of the hardest clotheslines into the back of the head of Vincent sending him out through the ropes of the ring and crashing to the floor. Ortega taunts the crowd for a moment allowing Black to slowly make it back to his feet. Ortega springboards off of the ropes and hits black with an Asai moonsault and both men go crashing to the floor. The crowd is once again chanting Holy shit.
Sting: Ortega puts it all on the line in an attempt to win, gotta love it you know if it wasn’t a submission match…
Foote: You’re a handful tonight.
Ortega quickly jumps back to his feet and grabs Black rolling him back into the ring. Ortega makes his way to the top turnbuckle and turns his back to Black who is laying back down on the mat.
Sting: This fucker has lost his mind tonight.
Ortega flips off and Black moves out of the way jumping to his feet right away. Ortega lands on his feet after missing his moonsault foot stomp dubbed ‘for the lost’. He stumbles a bit and Black kicks him right in the chest and hooks him for the overhead belly to belly.
Foote: This will be the third and probably the final time Black attempts this move this evening.
Black flips Ortega over his head and Ortega lands on his feet.
Sting: For the second time tonight the Twism has been reversed.
Ortega super kicks Black upon his turning sending him stumbling back into the corner. Ortega runs and spears black into the corner and then drives him to the canvas with a snap suplex. Ortega jumps to the top rope and flips off with a Second attempt on his moonsault stomp. Ortega slightly over-rotates and black catches him directly into a rear naked choke. Ortega scrambles hard and quickly gets to his feet with black still on his back. Ortega flips and shakes Black temporarily off his back but black hangs onto an arm and hooks his legs around Ortega's neck.
Foote: Black has a triangle choke locked in and they’re in the middle of the ring.
Sting: That may be the end of this match and Ortega at that. Neither of these guys had their finishing moves pay off… submission match remember?
Foote: Jesus..
Black is screaming as he is applying every ounce of pressure his body can provide. Ortega is scrambling every which way he can trying to get to the ropes or break the hold but after a few moments, he winds up unsuccessful and finding himself fading away.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: ORTEGA TAPS!!!! VINCENT BLACK IS THE NEW CLASSIC CHAMPION!!
Foote: Triangle choke too, what a finish!!!
Anderson Shepley: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and NEEEEEWWW CLASSIC CHAMPION…. VINCENT BLACK!!
Foote: What a fucking banger!!
Vincent holds his title and exits the arena just as nonchalantly as he entered.
Anderson: The following contest is a Mexico City Street fight for the NEW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
“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 to the dismay of everyone in attendance.
Sting: Here he is the New World Champion… the only person to be able to lay claim twice to the top prize in Combat Unlimited.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring … the challenger.. standing 6’2” weighing in at 248lbs from Brooklyn, NEWWWWWW YOORRRRRKKKKKKKKKK… The NEW WORLD CHAMPION…. The Journeyman DONNIE HOPKINS!
Foote: This will be the toughest contest Donnie has had before him. JD Driftwood has to be the toughest motherfucker in the game. He’s going to be pissed that he was stripped of the SNUFF Championship earlier tonight.
Hopkins looks out into the crowd with a snide smirk as he sees signs supporting him. Donnie blows hot air on the New World Championship and pretends to shine it before he walks raptly to the ring. He wipes his boots on the outside apron before entering and quickly takes off his jacket – hands the championship to referee JJ Huffman and heads to his corner and impatiently waits for the match to start.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual hits and JD Driftwood walks out from behind the curtain and stomps toward the ring – the crowd has mixed reactions – but it seems more cheers as of late from the hardworking gritty champion.
Foote: Mixed reaction here in Mexico for JD but I think he will win them over by the end of it.
Anderson: And the challenger, coming to the ring standing 6’0 and weighing 300lbs, from Key West, FLORIDAAAAA…. He is the SNUFF CHAMPION…. JD DRIFTWOODDDD!
Foote: JD nearly killed Justin York even before English almost blew him up at Summer of Slam – so you know JD just didn’t think the competition was stiff enough in the SNUFF division.
Driftwood steps through the ropes and gets in the face of Donnie forcing Huffman to get between them and back them up. Huffman grabs the New World Championship and hoists it up.
Sting: Anything goes in this one, it is falls count anywhere anything goes.
Driftwood tosses the belt out of the ring toward the time keeper as the bell rings and he eyes up a jumpy York.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: This one just isn’t going to be pretty Stacy.
It’s fistcuffs from the get go as both men just start rocking eachother with the stiffest shots they got, both men pushing the others head back on impact. JD changes it up with a few chops, so Donnie throws a few gut kicks into his repertoire. JD with a thumb to the eye – Donnie returns fire with a head butt. Driftwood with a series of stiff forearms – Donnie responds by backing him up with an overhead right then a shoulder thrust. JD backhands Donnie like a bitch – Donnie hits him with a stiff left right combo and both men and back to their respective sides of the ring deciding their next attack.
Sting: This is more like a bar fight than a world championship bout.
Foote: That’s the spirit all title fights should be in to be honest with ya.
Donnie catches Driftwood with a snap DDT, then he just jams his fingers into his nostrils and pulls his head back, he drags JD up like a little piggy and pulls him into a backdrop. Donnie drops a knee right onto the forehead of Driftwood – then grabs a leg and flips JD over in a half crab.
Sting: Donnie just going straight brawler in this one pulling out anything that’s legal to keep his championship.
JD breaks free easily and just double legs Donnie to the ground and starts pouring punches down onto the champion. Donnie pushes JD off and both get back up – JD grabs Hopkins in a headlock twisting and then just runs and drops him with a bulldog.
Foote: I know JD might not act like it but he wants this more than anything – there were rumors swirling that if he didn’t get a shot at the top title he was willing to walk out on this company.
JD hits Donnie with a forearm smash, then a discus elbow smash then he grabs the champion and throws him down to the canvas with a powerslam. JD drops an elbow in the center of the old man’s chest. JD pulls Hopkins up and then plants him again with a sloppy half nelson suplex. JD pulls Donnie up once more and this throws him right into the corner – Hopkins’ shoulder spikes into the ring post. JD puts Donnie into the corner and mounts – laying down punches and the crowd counts with him to seven until Hopkins powerbombs JD.
Sting: Great counter by Donnie, that’s the thing you can never count him out.
Donnie suplexes JD. Donnie grabs JD by the back of the head and starts punching the shit out of him until his blood covers his knuckles. Donnie throws JD with a Northern Lights suplex. Donnie now stomps the hell out of his opponent. JD rolls out of the ring. Donnie follows him out, but not quick enough as Driftwood has time to grab a steel chair and cracks the New World Champion with it. JD lifts the chair over his head and slams it down over and over on the back and spine of Donnie. Driftwood makes the cover on the outside and Huffman makes the count.
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Foote: Ol’ Hopkins isn’t ready to go down just yet.
JD wipes the blood out of his eyes and picks the champion up. He slams his head hard down into the ring steps hard over and over and over until Donnie’s face is a mask of blood. JD powerbombs Donnie on the steps – he pulls him up and hits a Samoan drop right on the rampway. JD is just going to town on the champion kicking him in the gut forcing him up the rampway. A knee to the face of Hopkins as he tries to get back up then JD hims a DDT spiking the champions head down onto the stage.s
Sting: Florida’s Sickest Son is making Mexico his own here tonight – they wanted to see a gringo go wild and this pasty bastard is giving them their money’s worth.
Driftwood now with a piledriver on Donnie and covers once more.
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Foote: JD Dritfwood is just fucking the champion up here. This has to be taking time off Donnie’s aging career.
Driftwood drops a forearm down onto Donnie’s head and then pulls him over near the stage. JD gets ready to powerbomb Donnie off the stage – but then Donnie backdrops him. JD holds his back – but manages to get up pretty fast running at Donnie with a spear. Donnie side steps and JD soars off the stage and into the crowd landing on some chairs and audience members. Security rushes in to move people away as Donnie decides to leap off the stage onto JD with an elbow drop.
Foote: The crowd is going nuts, it's like wrestling in 3D.
Donnie makes the cover and JJ Huffman counts.
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Sting: JD hasn’t been given much of a fight lately – a man can get a little soft going too long without a proper punch in the cock sucker.
Donnie is punching JD and hits him with a belly to belly suplex throwing JD right down onto chairs. The two bloodied men make their way to a concrete ilse and Donnie hits a German suplex forcing JD to fall down some steps. Somehow JD is back up and Donnie comes off the top of the small flight of stairs with an ax handle.
Foote: At least they have battled back down to ground level.
Donnie closelines JD over the barricade. Donnie grabs a toaster from under the ring – he swings it around and around by its cord and when JD gets up he blasts the stainless steel kitchen tool across the side of JD’s face.
Sting: Who knows what you are going to find under the ring.
Donnie pulls a pizza cutter out from under the ring and he uses it to carve up the already soft scar tissue on JD’s forehead.
Foote: Donnie going full deathmatch.
Donnie stalks JD as he makes his way up the rampway again. He makes his way into the back area and Donnie grabs him from behind, slicing up JD’s forehead once more. Donnie with a backdrop onto the concrete in the back. There is a table of tacos for catering and Donnie smirks as he lifts up Driftwood and drives him through the table with a Death Valley driver – lettuce and shit flies into the air and Donnie makes the cover.
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Sting: JD’s mayo looking ass probably had way worse nights with tacos.
JD with a low blow, he pushes the blood out of his eyes and he spears Donnie right through door into an empty mens bathroom. JD smashes Donnie’s face off a urinal. He grabs the champion by the back of the neck and tosses him over the counter and sinks into the mirror. Donnie staggers to his feet and JD nails him with a closeline from hell – Donnie falls right into a bathroom stall.
Foote: Pez Dispenser from Driftwood and he put Donnie right into the shitter.
JD goes for the pin once more.
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Sting: The champion lives.
Donnie battles up to his feet – on the way up he grabs the back of the toilet top and smashes the ceramic right over the top Driftwoods head sending pisces across the entire bathroom. Donnie drags JD out of the bathroom and into the back where Donnie keeps pounding on JD.
Foote: What a battle here these two both want to be the top star in this company.
Donnie opens up a garage door to the indoor parking lot portion of the arena. He slams the door down on JD’s bloody body over and over. Donnie smirks, spitting blood on the asphalt. JD is up and Donnie is happy to slam him back down with a spine buster onto the hood of a small sedan.
Foote: Dented the shit out of that with JD’s fat ass.
Donnie picks JD up and hits a Gotch style piledriver putting JD’s head right through the windshield. Driftwood’s body crumbles and falls off the car as Donnie rolls off too onto his body for the cover.
Sting: END OF THE ROAD!
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Sting: I can’t believe Driftwood kicked out. The man is tough as nails and well he knows better than anyway this might be the only time his mug could ever become the face of a company.
Donnie punches the ground and opens one of the car doors he puts JD’s head in there and slams it three or four times. JD just goes lifeless as Donnie scoops up his dead weight soul.
Foote: Donnie setting him up for another piledriver and this one has to be the one that will end it.
Donnie starts coughing and has to let go of the hold. He seems to be having a bit of trouble breathing. He’s coughing up what looks to be blood clots. He shakes his head and he gets ready to attack again – but JD has grabbed some hot sauce from the glove compartment of the car they were using as a weapon and blasts it into the eyes of the New World Champion.
Sting: Clearly something is going on here with Donnie’s health and that’s an innovative move by Driftwood.
JD with a Gut buster now in the parking lot. He goes up to the top of an SUV and comes off with a senton. Inverted scoop powerslam onto the hood of another sedan.
Foote: Getting his shit in now, he calls that Busch Gardens.
Donnie is still coughing but makes it back to his feet only to get hit with a vertebreaker right on the asphalt.
Sting: This isn’t happening in a ring these two men are going to kill each other hitting big moves like that in a parking lot – a Full on Header right to the ground.
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Foote: Somehow, someway Donnie Hopkins lives another day.
JD can’t believe Hopkins has kicked out of his finisher. The old man is clawing at his legs trying to get to his feet and JD for a second can almost see his own father – Cutter – clawing at intimidation with quick quips fueled by beer and pain of never making it where he son is now. And maybe that’s what Donnie sees looking up to – his own son – the one that’s a wrestler too and couldn give a fuck about him – the one that was a world champion in months something it took him decades too. Or maybe it’s just two industry veterans trying to stay cool enough to sell come fucking tee shirts and keep the mother fucking lights on… eh… who gives a fuck?
Sting: JD pulls Donnie up once more.
Donnie punches Driftwood in the gut with a final burst of energy and battles him back punching him until they find their way back into the arena. A belly to belly suplex sends JD Driftwood from out of the back down the rampway and tumbling toward the ring. Donnie follows him out to the screaming crowd.
Foote: Donnie Hopkins grabbing some handcuffs now and he’s snapped them around the writs of JD Driftwood.
Donnie takes the handcuffed Driftwood and sets him up for another piledriver – but Driftwood with a back drop counter. He lands a senton on the champion and starts stomping him – but it’s not enough to fight off Hopkins.
Sting: Donnie with a forearm smash anda head butt – he has JD reeling.
Donnie throws Driftwood back into the ring and grabs a chair from under it. He slides in the ring and JD is on his knees spitting venom telling Donnie to fucking do it and Donnie doesn’t waste a second he starts cracking off shots.
CRACK!
JD stays up.
CRACK!
JD still fucking there!
CRACK!
Can’t stop won’t stop!
CRACK!
Foote: Thick ol’s skull on the boy eh.
CRACK!
Sting: How is this possible – his is the chair holding up – how it JD’s skull?
CRACK!
Foote: Live footage of the development of CTE!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK CRACK! CRACK!
Foote: Holy mother fucking tits ass cock dick ballsack fuck shit cunt Jesus ALLAH fucking crap JD Drifwood has finally fallen.
Donnie throws the magles steel chair down and makes the cover on the bloodied and bruised challenger.
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Sting: HOLY SHIT! That has to be his corpse twitching.
Donnie spits on the ground and pulls JD. The crowd is going wild for the fighting spirit of Driftwood. Donnie scoops him up and places him in position for a piledriver, JD flips Donnie up on his back and manages to hook his arms even though handcuffed for a modified vertebreaker. The crowd blows the roof off the building.
Foote: SOME HOW HE HITS THE FULL ON HEADER!
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Sting: This match is going to go in the history books of this company.
JD can’t do anything but wait for Donnie to get to his feet – he pulls himself up and charges the challenger and Driftwood jumps up locking in a guillotine choke with his hands behind his back still in cuffs. He hooks hi shands and is hanging off of the throat of Donnie and – the champion falls to his knees – then to his head – his arms go limp… Huffman calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Huffman unlocks the cuffs and JD shakes his wrists as his head falls past his shoulders due to the sheer loss of blood.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and NEW NEW WORLD CHAMPION JD DRIFTWOOD!
Driftwood grabs the New World Championship from Huffman and goes to one of the ring corners holding it up as the crowd cheers and his theme plays.
Foote: it’s a whole new era in CU:LT with JD Driftwood at the helm. This is insane.
Sting: What a battle for the championship.
“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 to the dismay of everyone in attendance.
Sting: Here he is the New World Champion… the only person to be able to lay claim twice to the top prize in Combat Unlimited.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring … the challenger.. standing 6’2” weighing in at 248lbs from Brooklyn, NEWWWWWW YOORRRRRKKKKKKKKKK… The NEW WORLD CHAMPION…. The Journeyman DONNIE HOPKINS!
Foote: This will be the toughest contest Donnie has had before him. JD Driftwood has to be the toughest motherfucker in the game. He’s going to be pissed that he was stripped of the SNUFF Championship earlier tonight.
Hopkins looks out into the crowd with a snide smirk as he sees signs supporting him. Donnie blows hot air on the New World Championship and pretends to shine it before he walks raptly to the ring. He wipes his boots on the outside apron before entering and quickly takes off his jacket – hands the championship to referee JJ Huffman and heads to his corner and impatiently waits for the match to start.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual hits and JD Driftwood walks out from behind the curtain and stomps toward the ring – the crowd has mixed reactions – but it seems more cheers as of late from the hardworking gritty champion.
Foote: Mixed reaction here in Mexico for JD but I think he will win them over by the end of it.
Anderson: And the challenger, coming to the ring standing 6’0 and weighing 300lbs, from Key West, FLORIDAAAAA…. He is the SNUFF CHAMPION…. JD DRIFTWOODDDD!
Foote: JD nearly killed Justin York even before English almost blew him up at Summer of Slam – so you know JD just didn’t think the competition was stiff enough in the SNUFF division.
Driftwood steps through the ropes and gets in the face of Donnie forcing Huffman to get between them and back them up. Huffman grabs the New World Championship and hoists it up.
Sting: Anything goes in this one, it is falls count anywhere anything goes.
Driftwood tosses the belt out of the ring toward the time keeper as the bell rings and he eyes up a jumpy York.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: This one just isn’t going to be pretty Stacy.
It’s fistcuffs from the get go as both men just start rocking eachother with the stiffest shots they got, both men pushing the others head back on impact. JD changes it up with a few chops, so Donnie throws a few gut kicks into his repertoire. JD with a thumb to the eye – Donnie returns fire with a head butt. Driftwood with a series of stiff forearms – Donnie responds by backing him up with an overhead right then a shoulder thrust. JD backhands Donnie like a bitch – Donnie hits him with a stiff left right combo and both men and back to their respective sides of the ring deciding their next attack.
Sting: This is more like a bar fight than a world championship bout.
Foote: That’s the spirit all title fights should be in to be honest with ya.
Donnie catches Driftwood with a snap DDT, then he just jams his fingers into his nostrils and pulls his head back, he drags JD up like a little piggy and pulls him into a backdrop. Donnie drops a knee right onto the forehead of Driftwood – then grabs a leg and flips JD over in a half crab.
Sting: Donnie just going straight brawler in this one pulling out anything that’s legal to keep his championship.
JD breaks free easily and just double legs Donnie to the ground and starts pouring punches down onto the champion. Donnie pushes JD off and both get back up – JD grabs Hopkins in a headlock twisting and then just runs and drops him with a bulldog.
Foote: I know JD might not act like it but he wants this more than anything – there were rumors swirling that if he didn’t get a shot at the top title he was willing to walk out on this company.
JD hits Donnie with a forearm smash, then a discus elbow smash then he grabs the champion and throws him down to the canvas with a powerslam. JD drops an elbow in the center of the old man’s chest. JD pulls Hopkins up and then plants him again with a sloppy half nelson suplex. JD pulls Donnie up once more and this throws him right into the corner – Hopkins’ shoulder spikes into the ring post. JD puts Donnie into the corner and mounts – laying down punches and the crowd counts with him to seven until Hopkins powerbombs JD.
Sting: Great counter by Donnie, that’s the thing you can never count him out.
Donnie suplexes JD. Donnie grabs JD by the back of the head and starts punching the shit out of him until his blood covers his knuckles. Donnie throws JD with a Northern Lights suplex. Donnie now stomps the hell out of his opponent. JD rolls out of the ring. Donnie follows him out, but not quick enough as Driftwood has time to grab a steel chair and cracks the New World Champion with it. JD lifts the chair over his head and slams it down over and over on the back and spine of Donnie. Driftwood makes the cover on the outside and Huffman makes the count.
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Foote: Ol’ Hopkins isn’t ready to go down just yet.
JD wipes the blood out of his eyes and picks the champion up. He slams his head hard down into the ring steps hard over and over and over until Donnie’s face is a mask of blood. JD powerbombs Donnie on the steps – he pulls him up and hits a Samoan drop right on the rampway. JD is just going to town on the champion kicking him in the gut forcing him up the rampway. A knee to the face of Hopkins as he tries to get back up then JD hims a DDT spiking the champions head down onto the stage.s
Sting: Florida’s Sickest Son is making Mexico his own here tonight – they wanted to see a gringo go wild and this pasty bastard is giving them their money’s worth.
Driftwood now with a piledriver on Donnie and covers once more.
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Foote: JD Dritfwood is just fucking the champion up here. This has to be taking time off Donnie’s aging career.
Driftwood drops a forearm down onto Donnie’s head and then pulls him over near the stage. JD gets ready to powerbomb Donnie off the stage – but then Donnie backdrops him. JD holds his back – but manages to get up pretty fast running at Donnie with a spear. Donnie side steps and JD soars off the stage and into the crowd landing on some chairs and audience members. Security rushes in to move people away as Donnie decides to leap off the stage onto JD with an elbow drop.
Foote: The crowd is going nuts, it's like wrestling in 3D.
Donnie makes the cover and JJ Huffman counts.
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Sting: JD hasn’t been given much of a fight lately – a man can get a little soft going too long without a proper punch in the cock sucker.
Donnie is punching JD and hits him with a belly to belly suplex throwing JD right down onto chairs. The two bloodied men make their way to a concrete ilse and Donnie hits a German suplex forcing JD to fall down some steps. Somehow JD is back up and Donnie comes off the top of the small flight of stairs with an ax handle.
Foote: At least they have battled back down to ground level.
Donnie closelines JD over the barricade. Donnie grabs a toaster from under the ring – he swings it around and around by its cord and when JD gets up he blasts the stainless steel kitchen tool across the side of JD’s face.
Sting: Who knows what you are going to find under the ring.
Donnie pulls a pizza cutter out from under the ring and he uses it to carve up the already soft scar tissue on JD’s forehead.
Foote: Donnie going full deathmatch.
Donnie stalks JD as he makes his way up the rampway again. He makes his way into the back area and Donnie grabs him from behind, slicing up JD’s forehead once more. Donnie with a backdrop onto the concrete in the back. There is a table of tacos for catering and Donnie smirks as he lifts up Driftwood and drives him through the table with a Death Valley driver – lettuce and shit flies into the air and Donnie makes the cover.
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Sting: JD’s mayo looking ass probably had way worse nights with tacos.
JD with a low blow, he pushes the blood out of his eyes and he spears Donnie right through door into an empty mens bathroom. JD smashes Donnie’s face off a urinal. He grabs the champion by the back of the neck and tosses him over the counter and sinks into the mirror. Donnie staggers to his feet and JD nails him with a closeline from hell – Donnie falls right into a bathroom stall.
Foote: Pez Dispenser from Driftwood and he put Donnie right into the shitter.
JD goes for the pin once more.
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Sting: The champion lives.
Donnie battles up to his feet – on the way up he grabs the back of the toilet top and smashes the ceramic right over the top Driftwoods head sending pisces across the entire bathroom. Donnie drags JD out of the bathroom and into the back where Donnie keeps pounding on JD.
Foote: What a battle here these two both want to be the top star in this company.
Donnie opens up a garage door to the indoor parking lot portion of the arena. He slams the door down on JD’s bloody body over and over. Donnie smirks, spitting blood on the asphalt. JD is up and Donnie is happy to slam him back down with a spine buster onto the hood of a small sedan.
Foote: Dented the shit out of that with JD’s fat ass.
Donnie picks JD up and hits a Gotch style piledriver putting JD’s head right through the windshield. Driftwood’s body crumbles and falls off the car as Donnie rolls off too onto his body for the cover.
Sting: END OF THE ROAD!
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Sting: I can’t believe Driftwood kicked out. The man is tough as nails and well he knows better than anyway this might be the only time his mug could ever become the face of a company.
Donnie punches the ground and opens one of the car doors he puts JD’s head in there and slams it three or four times. JD just goes lifeless as Donnie scoops up his dead weight soul.
Foote: Donnie setting him up for another piledriver and this one has to be the one that will end it.
Donnie starts coughing and has to let go of the hold. He seems to be having a bit of trouble breathing. He’s coughing up what looks to be blood clots. He shakes his head and he gets ready to attack again – but JD has grabbed some hot sauce from the glove compartment of the car they were using as a weapon and blasts it into the eyes of the New World Champion.
Sting: Clearly something is going on here with Donnie’s health and that’s an innovative move by Driftwood.
JD with a Gut buster now in the parking lot. He goes up to the top of an SUV and comes off with a senton. Inverted scoop powerslam onto the hood of another sedan.
Foote: Getting his shit in now, he calls that Busch Gardens.
Donnie is still coughing but makes it back to his feet only to get hit with a vertebreaker right on the asphalt.
Sting: This isn’t happening in a ring these two men are going to kill each other hitting big moves like that in a parking lot – a Full on Header right to the ground.
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Foote: Somehow, someway Donnie Hopkins lives another day.
JD can’t believe Hopkins has kicked out of his finisher. The old man is clawing at his legs trying to get to his feet and JD for a second can almost see his own father – Cutter – clawing at intimidation with quick quips fueled by beer and pain of never making it where he son is now. And maybe that’s what Donnie sees looking up to – his own son – the one that’s a wrestler too and couldn give a fuck about him – the one that was a world champion in months something it took him decades too. Or maybe it’s just two industry veterans trying to stay cool enough to sell come fucking tee shirts and keep the mother fucking lights on… eh… who gives a fuck?
Sting: JD pulls Donnie up once more.
Donnie punches Driftwood in the gut with a final burst of energy and battles him back punching him until they find their way back into the arena. A belly to belly suplex sends JD Driftwood from out of the back down the rampway and tumbling toward the ring. Donnie follows him out to the screaming crowd.
Foote: Donnie Hopkins grabbing some handcuffs now and he’s snapped them around the writs of JD Driftwood.
Donnie takes the handcuffed Driftwood and sets him up for another piledriver – but Driftwood with a back drop counter. He lands a senton on the champion and starts stomping him – but it’s not enough to fight off Hopkins.
Sting: Donnie with a forearm smash anda head butt – he has JD reeling.
Donnie throws Driftwood back into the ring and grabs a chair from under it. He slides in the ring and JD is on his knees spitting venom telling Donnie to fucking do it and Donnie doesn’t waste a second he starts cracking off shots.
CRACK!
JD stays up.
CRACK!
JD still fucking there!
CRACK!
Can’t stop won’t stop!
CRACK!
Foote: Thick ol’s skull on the boy eh.
CRACK!
Sting: How is this possible – his is the chair holding up – how it JD’s skull?
CRACK!
Foote: Live footage of the development of CTE!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK CRACK! CRACK!
Foote: Holy mother fucking tits ass cock dick ballsack fuck shit cunt Jesus ALLAH fucking crap JD Drifwood has finally fallen.
Donnie throws the magles steel chair down and makes the cover on the bloodied and bruised challenger.
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Sting: HOLY SHIT! That has to be his corpse twitching.
Donnie spits on the ground and pulls JD. The crowd is going wild for the fighting spirit of Driftwood. Donnie scoops him up and places him in position for a piledriver, JD flips Donnie up on his back and manages to hook his arms even though handcuffed for a modified vertebreaker. The crowd blows the roof off the building.
Foote: SOME HOW HE HITS THE FULL ON HEADER!
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Sting: This match is going to go in the history books of this company.
JD can’t do anything but wait for Donnie to get to his feet – he pulls himself up and charges the challenger and Driftwood jumps up locking in a guillotine choke with his hands behind his back still in cuffs. He hooks hi shands and is hanging off of the throat of Donnie and – the champion falls to his knees – then to his head – his arms go limp… Huffman calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Huffman unlocks the cuffs and JD shakes his wrists as his head falls past his shoulders due to the sheer loss of blood.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and NEW NEW WORLD CHAMPION JD DRIFTWOOD!
Driftwood grabs the New World Championship from Huffman and goes to one of the ring corners holding it up as the crowd cheers and his theme plays.
Foote: it’s a whole new era in CU:LT with JD Driftwood at the helm. This is insane.
Sting: What a battle for the championship.
Villarreal appears on stage cutting off JD’s music – he had a microphone in hand.
Villarreal: Tonight I have been criticized for the way this show was booked… but you all seem to be having fun. Anyway as my last act as booker in this company I thought I would give the powers that be a gift by booking the biggest maine event CU:LT has ever seen. At Deathmatch in Dallas Donnie Hopkins will get a rematch.
Sting: That’s huge.
Villarreal: But so will Lissie Hope.
Lissie Hope’s theme hits and the crowd goes wild as she appears on stage beside Villarreal. She’s hyping the crowd up big time as they chant her name.
Foote: I had no idea she even came to Mexico to see this… I thought she was staying home and out of Casnaova’s way.
Sting: Well it appears she has friends in the right places as she is going to get her second shot at the title in her hometown.
Villarreal: Oh, I am not done. There is a fourth.
The lights go out in the arena – when they come back on it’s Jane Doe standing in the middle of the ring between JD Driftwood and Donnie Hopkins. The new champion looks into the eyes of Jane and she turns her head and spins Hopkins around driving him down with her finisher – Cenotaph!
Foote: Jane just laid out Donnie and is sliding out of the ring now – her eyes not leaving the champion.
Villarreal walks off as Donnie tries to recover and Jane and Hope have their eye on one another. The scene fades zooming in on JD Drfitwood who is fuming his moment is being over shadowed and screaming into the arena that he’ll fuck them all up.
Sting: Well that’s it it’s going to be be JD Driftwood vs Lissie Hope vs Donnie Hopkins vs Jane Doe at Deathmatch in Dallas – see you all next month.
Villarreal: Tonight I have been criticized for the way this show was booked… but you all seem to be having fun. Anyway as my last act as booker in this company I thought I would give the powers that be a gift by booking the biggest maine event CU:LT has ever seen. At Deathmatch in Dallas Donnie Hopkins will get a rematch.
Sting: That’s huge.
Villarreal: But so will Lissie Hope.
Lissie Hope’s theme hits and the crowd goes wild as she appears on stage beside Villarreal. She’s hyping the crowd up big time as they chant her name.
Foote: I had no idea she even came to Mexico to see this… I thought she was staying home and out of Casnaova’s way.
Sting: Well it appears she has friends in the right places as she is going to get her second shot at the title in her hometown.
Villarreal: Oh, I am not done. There is a fourth.
The lights go out in the arena – when they come back on it’s Jane Doe standing in the middle of the ring between JD Driftwood and Donnie Hopkins. The new champion looks into the eyes of Jane and she turns her head and spins Hopkins around driving him down with her finisher – Cenotaph!
Foote: Jane just laid out Donnie and is sliding out of the ring now – her eyes not leaving the champion.
Villarreal walks off as Donnie tries to recover and Jane and Hope have their eye on one another. The scene fades zooming in on JD Drfitwood who is fuming his moment is being over shadowed and screaming into the arena that he’ll fuck them all up.
Sting: Well that’s it it’s going to be be JD Driftwood vs Lissie Hope vs Donnie Hopkins vs Jane Doe at Deathmatch in Dallas – see you all next month.
