CU:LT S02E01
Tech Guy: We… we can’t run this shit.
Tech Guy 2: Look man, I was told English signed off on it. This nutjob paid a shit ton for this ad space.
Tech Guy one shrugs in the CULT control room and pushes the thumb drive into the gigantic computer. The crowd stops buzzing and settles as the arena goes black and the face of famous televangelist Father Jim Tippet. He grins – eyes soulless – teeth unnaturally white – traces of botox.
Tippet: Hello sinners. There is no other way to address your hell ridden souls. You widen your eyes at this complete blaspheme. We allowed this disgusting – bloody – grotesque CULT to invade your town and promote a disaster which crippled this community economically. You see these mutilators as idols.
The crowd jeers and Father Tippet holds the bible up shaking it trying to ward off the evil spirits radiating through the arena. Chants of “shut the fuck u” ring out.
Tippet: Psalm 97:7! All worshipers of images are put to shame, who make their boast in worthless idols; worship him, all you gods! Your souls all need to be saved. You need to take the money you spent tonight on propping up these men and women who think they are gods… who spill their blood for their own sin. THERE IS NO GOD IN WRESTLING! IT NEEDS TO BE CONDEMNED!
Sweat is striking down the old fucks forehead now.
Tippet: I will find a way to tear this company down pillar by pillar, to replace this industry with a righteous cause. As CULT tours the bible belt I will be saving souls outside the arena – I’ve purchased parking spots in every venue and each and every one of you will have the chance to be saved – to be rid of sin – to be forgiven by our lord and saviour…. I will offer sermons. I will drag down the evil of Casanova English straight to hell and I will offer you all scent to heaven.
The crowd starts chanting English’s name – this man becoming new public enemy number one.
Tippet: Oh sing it from the rooftops, sing it from your hole… that’s the name of the man, the bell does toll. I will be flooding this cesspool with my message. Every CULT:TV every major event… the voice of God will be heard. This company will lay in ruin, burn to ash, flooded – and Casanova English is not your Noah. Amen!
The screen buzzes and the CULT logo pops up on the big screen.
Tech Guy 2: Look man, I was told English signed off on it. This nutjob paid a shit ton for this ad space.
Tech Guy one shrugs in the CULT control room and pushes the thumb drive into the gigantic computer. The crowd stops buzzing and settles as the arena goes black and the face of famous televangelist Father Jim Tippet. He grins – eyes soulless – teeth unnaturally white – traces of botox.
Tippet: Hello sinners. There is no other way to address your hell ridden souls. You widen your eyes at this complete blaspheme. We allowed this disgusting – bloody – grotesque CULT to invade your town and promote a disaster which crippled this community economically. You see these mutilators as idols.
The crowd jeers and Father Tippet holds the bible up shaking it trying to ward off the evil spirits radiating through the arena. Chants of “shut the fuck u” ring out.
Tippet: Psalm 97:7! All worshipers of images are put to shame, who make their boast in worthless idols; worship him, all you gods! Your souls all need to be saved. You need to take the money you spent tonight on propping up these men and women who think they are gods… who spill their blood for their own sin. THERE IS NO GOD IN WRESTLING! IT NEEDS TO BE CONDEMNED!
Sweat is striking down the old fucks forehead now.
Tippet: I will find a way to tear this company down pillar by pillar, to replace this industry with a righteous cause. As CULT tours the bible belt I will be saving souls outside the arena – I’ve purchased parking spots in every venue and each and every one of you will have the chance to be saved – to be rid of sin – to be forgiven by our lord and saviour…. I will offer sermons. I will drag down the evil of Casanova English straight to hell and I will offer you all scent to heaven.
The crowd starts chanting English’s name – this man becoming new public enemy number one.
Tippet: Oh sing it from the rooftops, sing it from your hole… that’s the name of the man, the bell does toll. I will be flooding this cesspool with my message. Every CULT:TV every major event… the voice of God will be heard. This company will lay in ruin, burn to ash, flooded – and Casanova English is not your Noah. Amen!
The screen buzzes and the CULT logo pops up on the big screen.
Pyro shoots around the CU Event Centre as the crowd scans eager faces, then a hard zoom into the announce table a grinning “Boot Fuckin’” Bill Foote and Stacy Sting giving her commentary partner the side eye.
Foote: Hello, hello, hello big fellas and little ladies welcome to The Killdozer Cup… there is going to be some bloodshed tonight to name the deathmatch champion. Fourteen wrestlers willing to tear eachother apart to be named the best.
Foote takes a shot of whiskey from the bottle he pulled from his breast pocket.
Sting: We also have Alice Gemini defending the New World Championship against her friend LIssie Hope. We’ve already had a wild night with the debut of CULT:TV where we saw two championship changes. The Walkers stopped the dominant reign of Three Ring Barney as Double Homicide Champions. JJ Slayer dropped the
Foote: And we saw an appearance of Jane Doe for the first time in ages and Ragdoll… things are heating up for Serenity Holmes as she tries to defend the CULT:TV Championship. But enough of a recap lets get to the fucking action.
The camera pans to the ring
Foote: Hello, hello, hello big fellas and little ladies welcome to The Killdozer Cup… there is going to be some bloodshed tonight to name the deathmatch champion. Fourteen wrestlers willing to tear eachother apart to be named the best.
Foote takes a shot of whiskey from the bottle he pulled from his breast pocket.
Sting: We also have Alice Gemini defending the New World Championship against her friend LIssie Hope. We’ve already had a wild night with the debut of CULT:TV where we saw two championship changes. The Walkers stopped the dominant reign of Three Ring Barney as Double Homicide Champions. JJ Slayer dropped the
Foote: And we saw an appearance of Jane Doe for the first time in ages and Ragdoll… things are heating up for Serenity Holmes as she tries to defend the CULT:TV Championship. But enough of a recap lets get to the fucking action.
The camera pans to the ring
Glum is looking across the ring at Grace Leary and Johnny Bacchus.
Sting: Looks like this one is really going to be a two on one deathmatch.
Outside the ring is littered with various construction tool – hammers, industrial staple guns, screwdrivers and gusset plates. There is lightubes galore outside the ring along with tables and ladders and chairs OH FUCKING MY! There are glass panes set up in two corners of the ring – bags of thumbtacks behind them – in the other two corners there are barbedwire boards – a few scattered light tubes and pizza cutters.
Foote: Someone might die tonight.
Sting: Nah, Glum has been blown up already.
DING! DING! DING!
Glum comes out the gate running with a double closeline – Grace and Bacchus look at one another then hit a double dropkick knocking the clown backwards. Glum scurries to his feet and charges Bacchus. Johnny takes him down with an arm drag. Bacchus follows up with a spine buster. When Glum hits the ground Grace shatters a lighttube over his face. Grace smirks handing a piece of the shattered tube to Bacchus and holding on to the other end.
Foote: Oh they are turning Glum’s face into ground fucking beef.
Sting: Tonight won’t be for the faint of heart.
Grace and Bacchus just continue to hack up Glum with broken pieces of tube. They drag up the bloody clown and double suplex him through shards of glass, littering theory own shoulders in the process but pricking the body of Glum. They drag up Glum and double suplex him into one of the barbedwire boards tangling him up – when they pull him up it’s still connected to his body – but Grace and Bacchus don’t care. They double suplex Glum again through a pane of glass – scoop him up once more and suplex him through another barbedwire board.
Foote: This is unfair, but you have to give it to Grace and Bacchus – whichever one of them walked into round two of this tournament will be the freshest competition.
Bacchus puts Glum between the two barbedwire boards making a clown sandwich. Grace comes flying off the top rope pancaking Glum between the barbs. Bacchaus just starts stomping the top board down onto Glum over and over. Grace pulls Glum out of the debris – hit bloody body just twitching.
Sting: This has been a systematic assault of Glum here. The fact Bacchus and Grace got booked in the same round is making a mockery of this whole tournament. I know this isn’t the way English wanted to set the tone of the evening.
Bacchus is holding up Glum – a chair on the ground in front of the wobbling clown. Grace leaps off the top rope and nails a shooting star DDT driving Glum’s crimson face down into the metal chair.
Foote: Spiked Glum down onto the chair!!!
Sting: She calls that O Daughter of Babylon.
Bacchus pulls Glum up by the hair. Grace pours out some thumbtacks onto the canvas and Bacchus hits a gutwrench piledriver. Tacks go into the skull of glum and the back of Bacchus thighs. Grace and Bacchus now stand up and eye one another up – the crowd cheers as they get face to face and… play a round of rock paper scissors. Bacchus covers Grace’s rock with his paper and puts one foot on Glum’s chest for a the three count.
Sting: What the hell was that? Clearly Grace and Bacchus wanted to give one or the other the advantage going into the next round.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH JOHNNY BACCHUS!!!!
Foote: Bacchus has been doing a good job being smart these last few months. He is getting on English’s good side and is now going into the second round of the Killdozer Cup with only a few tacks in his ass.
Grace and Bacchus make their way to the back in lockstep – his theme playing through the arena.
Sting: Looks like this one is really going to be a two on one deathmatch.
Outside the ring is littered with various construction tool – hammers, industrial staple guns, screwdrivers and gusset plates. There is lightubes galore outside the ring along with tables and ladders and chairs OH FUCKING MY! There are glass panes set up in two corners of the ring – bags of thumbtacks behind them – in the other two corners there are barbedwire boards – a few scattered light tubes and pizza cutters.
Foote: Someone might die tonight.
Sting: Nah, Glum has been blown up already.
DING! DING! DING!
Glum comes out the gate running with a double closeline – Grace and Bacchus look at one another then hit a double dropkick knocking the clown backwards. Glum scurries to his feet and charges Bacchus. Johnny takes him down with an arm drag. Bacchus follows up with a spine buster. When Glum hits the ground Grace shatters a lighttube over his face. Grace smirks handing a piece of the shattered tube to Bacchus and holding on to the other end.
Foote: Oh they are turning Glum’s face into ground fucking beef.
Sting: Tonight won’t be for the faint of heart.
Grace and Bacchus just continue to hack up Glum with broken pieces of tube. They drag up the bloody clown and double suplex him through shards of glass, littering theory own shoulders in the process but pricking the body of Glum. They drag up Glum and double suplex him into one of the barbedwire boards tangling him up – when they pull him up it’s still connected to his body – but Grace and Bacchus don’t care. They double suplex Glum again through a pane of glass – scoop him up once more and suplex him through another barbedwire board.
Foote: This is unfair, but you have to give it to Grace and Bacchus – whichever one of them walked into round two of this tournament will be the freshest competition.
Bacchus puts Glum between the two barbedwire boards making a clown sandwich. Grace comes flying off the top rope pancaking Glum between the barbs. Bacchaus just starts stomping the top board down onto Glum over and over. Grace pulls Glum out of the debris – hit bloody body just twitching.
Sting: This has been a systematic assault of Glum here. The fact Bacchus and Grace got booked in the same round is making a mockery of this whole tournament. I know this isn’t the way English wanted to set the tone of the evening.
Bacchus is holding up Glum – a chair on the ground in front of the wobbling clown. Grace leaps off the top rope and nails a shooting star DDT driving Glum’s crimson face down into the metal chair.
Foote: Spiked Glum down onto the chair!!!
Sting: She calls that O Daughter of Babylon.
Bacchus pulls Glum up by the hair. Grace pours out some thumbtacks onto the canvas and Bacchus hits a gutwrench piledriver. Tacks go into the skull of glum and the back of Bacchus thighs. Grace and Bacchus now stand up and eye one another up – the crowd cheers as they get face to face and… play a round of rock paper scissors. Bacchus covers Grace’s rock with his paper and puts one foot on Glum’s chest for a the three count.
Sting: What the hell was that? Clearly Grace and Bacchus wanted to give one or the other the advantage going into the next round.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH JOHNNY BACCHUS!!!!
Foote: Bacchus has been doing a good job being smart these last few months. He is getting on English’s good side and is now going into the second round of the Killdozer Cup with only a few tacks in his ass.
Grace and Bacchus make their way to the back in lockstep – his theme playing through the arena.
Foote: The debris has been cleaned up and the weapons replaced lets get onto the second match.
Sting: Let’s see who will join Johnny Bacchus in round two.
Craig Cogan looks like he is terrified as he looks across the ring at Veronica Strader and Kaede Iruma.
Foote: We might see a repeat of the last match with Iruma and Cogan being best friends.
Sting: I think Cogan is a bit delusional on that.
DING! DING! DING!
Cogan comes out of the corner and Strader hits him with some sharp forearms. A snapmare by Strader and then some quick kicks to the back of Cogan. Iruma takes control clubbing Strader from behind and hits a straight jacket neckbreaker. Cogan lets out a “wooo” and convinces Iruma to hit a double DDT. Cogan claps his hands together then sends Strader to the ropes – on the rebound he hits a flapjack and Iruma nails a cutter on Strader on the way down. The crowd pops for the combination mobe. Cogan raises his hands up in the air.
Foote: Looks like these two buddies have decided to team up in this one.
Iruma spins Cogan around and starts lighting him up with brutal chop after brutal chop – Cogan screams ouch with every strike. Iruma walks Cogan back with kick after kick to the shin.
Cogan: WHYYY!!!????
Iruma with a headbutt.
Cogan: WE ARE BEST FRIENDS!
Iruma shotgun dropkicks Cogan right between the ropes sending him to the outside. Strade has Iruma lined up for a spear but she rolls out of the way and Strader flies through the middle ropes and right into Cogan on the outside sending him into the barricade. Iruma follows up with a dive of her own – leaping and using the top rope to spring off and nails a flipping senton taking both her opponents down outside of the ring.
KILLDOZER! KILLDOZER! KILLDOZER!
Sting: These fans going nuts for the Killdozer Cup and I think that friendship between Iruma and Cogan is over – at least for this match.
Strader grabs a light tube – Iruma comes flying with a knee blasting shards of glass and tube dust into the face of Strader. Iruma stomps on Strader pinning her against the barricade. Strader grabs a hammer from the ground and nails Iruma in the knee stopping the attack. Strader on her hands and knees slams the hammer into Cogan’s toe. Cogan is hopping around and Strader cracks him in the guts with the hammer. Iruma tosses a chair right into the face of Strader. Iruma has a saw now and pushes it into the forehead of Strader before dragging it across – splitting her wide open.
Foote: This is the shit we like to see this is the shit CULT was built on.
Sting: There is no way Craig makes it out of here alive.
Cogan grabs Irum from behind and starts yelling at her about how she is supposed to be his friend! Iruma tilts her head and a bloody Strader clubs her from behind with a barbedwire baseball bat. Iruma falls to her knees. Cogan takes the opportunity to eye poke Strader. Cogan picks up the nearest object – a toaster. He swings it around by the cord and cracks the bloody face of Strader. Iruma is just finishing setting up two tables in the ring and making a mess spilling thumbtacks all over the canvas. Iruma puts a pane of glass on top one of the tables. Cogan slides in the ring. He walks toward Iruma with open arms – she slams Cogan with a scoop slam onto the tacks – hundreds stick into his back.
Cogan: I LOVED YOU!
Irmua drives him back down to the mat with a double knee and gets a quick two count. Cogan uses the ropes to get to his feet and Strader appears on the apron – she drags Cogan over the rope dropping Cogan on the outside with a suplex. Strader slides back into the ring to battle with Iruma – gusset plate behind her back – when Iruma charges Strader slams it into the forehead of Iruma.
Sting: Kaede Iruma stumbling around with a metal plate sticking out of her forehead.
Foote: Oh, driving it deeper into the skull.
Strader drives the plate deeper with a superkick. She makes a splinter out of the table without the glass pane across the top sending Iruma through with a Northern Lights suplex. Cogan staggers into the ring and Strader spins him around and his her finisher, Blackened, driving Cogan face down into the tacks covering his front side with hundreds to match his back. Strader makes the cover.
Foote: Broken up by Iruma there!
Iruma wraps a chain around the neck of Strader strangling her. Strader makes it to her feet and breaks the hold with elbows to the gut. Iruma slams the chain down across the back of Strader dropping to her knees. Iruma goes for a kick to the head but Strader ducks and rolls her up for a quick two count. As Strader rolls to her feet she gets her hands on a light tube and uppercuts Iruma with the tube – Strade then jambs one broke end in the arm of Iruma. Iruma starts shooting blood from her bicep – some catching Cogan in the eyes.
Sting: She’s losing a lot of blood out there.
Strader nails Iruma with a superkick knowing her down. Iruma rolls out of the ring and slowly staggered over to get some duct tape – she wraps it over and over around her arm to stop the bleeding. Inside the ring Cogan is hitting Strader with some sloppy strikes – he stomps Strader’s toes and hits the ropes – but she hits him with a Spanish fly right down into the tacks once more. Strader has Cogan now and tosses him with an exploder suplex through the table with the glass pane on top. Strader makes the cover, it’s nearly a three as Chester Roosevelt grabs her ankle and pulls her off.
Foote: It’s the SNUFF Champion Chester Roosevelt! Strader is the number one contender for his title.
Roosevelt grabs the wrist of Strader and nails a ripcord lariat – she flips over being turned inside out. The crowd boos as Chester holds up the Snuff Championship proudly before stepping through the ropes.
Sting: The SNUFF Champion is making a statement tonight! He nailed the number one contender with the Yankee Doodle Dandy!!!
Strader rolls to the outside and Iruma slides in with a screwdriver in hand. She could pin her friend Cogan, but instead she puts him in a seated position and drives the phillips head into the forehead of Cogan ripping him open. The pin cushioned Brony crawls across the ring toward the ropes trying to escape – not understanding why his best friend is trying to murder him. The camera zooms in on Cogan’s crimson face – he’s pleading to the crowd.
Cogan: HELP ME!!!!
Just after he says this Iruma double stomps the back of his head driving his face down into the tacks. Iruma puts a pane of glass over Cogan – then a barbedwire board facing down. She heads to the top rope and moonsaults into a double foot stomp landing right on top of Cogan snapping the glass and pushing the barbedeire board down into Cogan.
Sting: HEARTSTOPPER ULTRA!
Iruma makes the cover for a three count.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH KAEDE IRUMA OF THE HEARTKILLERS!!!!
Iruma raises her hand as her partner seemingly appears out of nowhere up on the rampway giving a nod of approval. Iruma makes her way up the ramp, blood trickling down her arm from the lighttube wound she took earlier in the night.
Foote: Iruma moves on to round two. Strader was screwed out of this one with Chester Roosevelt laying down the gauntlet and we're getting word now Strader will take on Roosevelt next month in a Taipei Deathmatch!!!
Sting: So it will be Johnny Bacchus vs Kaede Iruma in the second round of the Killdozer Cup!
Sting: Let’s see who will join Johnny Bacchus in round two.
Craig Cogan looks like he is terrified as he looks across the ring at Veronica Strader and Kaede Iruma.
Foote: We might see a repeat of the last match with Iruma and Cogan being best friends.
Sting: I think Cogan is a bit delusional on that.
DING! DING! DING!
Cogan comes out of the corner and Strader hits him with some sharp forearms. A snapmare by Strader and then some quick kicks to the back of Cogan. Iruma takes control clubbing Strader from behind and hits a straight jacket neckbreaker. Cogan lets out a “wooo” and convinces Iruma to hit a double DDT. Cogan claps his hands together then sends Strader to the ropes – on the rebound he hits a flapjack and Iruma nails a cutter on Strader on the way down. The crowd pops for the combination mobe. Cogan raises his hands up in the air.
Foote: Looks like these two buddies have decided to team up in this one.
Iruma spins Cogan around and starts lighting him up with brutal chop after brutal chop – Cogan screams ouch with every strike. Iruma walks Cogan back with kick after kick to the shin.
Cogan: WHYYY!!!????
Iruma with a headbutt.
Cogan: WE ARE BEST FRIENDS!
Iruma shotgun dropkicks Cogan right between the ropes sending him to the outside. Strade has Iruma lined up for a spear but she rolls out of the way and Strader flies through the middle ropes and right into Cogan on the outside sending him into the barricade. Iruma follows up with a dive of her own – leaping and using the top rope to spring off and nails a flipping senton taking both her opponents down outside of the ring.
KILLDOZER! KILLDOZER! KILLDOZER!
Sting: These fans going nuts for the Killdozer Cup and I think that friendship between Iruma and Cogan is over – at least for this match.
Strader grabs a light tube – Iruma comes flying with a knee blasting shards of glass and tube dust into the face of Strader. Iruma stomps on Strader pinning her against the barricade. Strader grabs a hammer from the ground and nails Iruma in the knee stopping the attack. Strader on her hands and knees slams the hammer into Cogan’s toe. Cogan is hopping around and Strader cracks him in the guts with the hammer. Iruma tosses a chair right into the face of Strader. Iruma has a saw now and pushes it into the forehead of Strader before dragging it across – splitting her wide open.
Foote: This is the shit we like to see this is the shit CULT was built on.
Sting: There is no way Craig makes it out of here alive.
Cogan grabs Irum from behind and starts yelling at her about how she is supposed to be his friend! Iruma tilts her head and a bloody Strader clubs her from behind with a barbedwire baseball bat. Iruma falls to her knees. Cogan takes the opportunity to eye poke Strader. Cogan picks up the nearest object – a toaster. He swings it around by the cord and cracks the bloody face of Strader. Iruma is just finishing setting up two tables in the ring and making a mess spilling thumbtacks all over the canvas. Iruma puts a pane of glass on top one of the tables. Cogan slides in the ring. He walks toward Iruma with open arms – she slams Cogan with a scoop slam onto the tacks – hundreds stick into his back.
Cogan: I LOVED YOU!
Irmua drives him back down to the mat with a double knee and gets a quick two count. Cogan uses the ropes to get to his feet and Strader appears on the apron – she drags Cogan over the rope dropping Cogan on the outside with a suplex. Strader slides back into the ring to battle with Iruma – gusset plate behind her back – when Iruma charges Strader slams it into the forehead of Iruma.
Sting: Kaede Iruma stumbling around with a metal plate sticking out of her forehead.
Foote: Oh, driving it deeper into the skull.
Strader drives the plate deeper with a superkick. She makes a splinter out of the table without the glass pane across the top sending Iruma through with a Northern Lights suplex. Cogan staggers into the ring and Strader spins him around and his her finisher, Blackened, driving Cogan face down into the tacks covering his front side with hundreds to match his back. Strader makes the cover.
Foote: Broken up by Iruma there!
Iruma wraps a chain around the neck of Strader strangling her. Strader makes it to her feet and breaks the hold with elbows to the gut. Iruma slams the chain down across the back of Strader dropping to her knees. Iruma goes for a kick to the head but Strader ducks and rolls her up for a quick two count. As Strader rolls to her feet she gets her hands on a light tube and uppercuts Iruma with the tube – Strade then jambs one broke end in the arm of Iruma. Iruma starts shooting blood from her bicep – some catching Cogan in the eyes.
Sting: She’s losing a lot of blood out there.
Strader nails Iruma with a superkick knowing her down. Iruma rolls out of the ring and slowly staggered over to get some duct tape – she wraps it over and over around her arm to stop the bleeding. Inside the ring Cogan is hitting Strader with some sloppy strikes – he stomps Strader’s toes and hits the ropes – but she hits him with a Spanish fly right down into the tacks once more. Strader has Cogan now and tosses him with an exploder suplex through the table with the glass pane on top. Strader makes the cover, it’s nearly a three as Chester Roosevelt grabs her ankle and pulls her off.
Foote: It’s the SNUFF Champion Chester Roosevelt! Strader is the number one contender for his title.
Roosevelt grabs the wrist of Strader and nails a ripcord lariat – she flips over being turned inside out. The crowd boos as Chester holds up the Snuff Championship proudly before stepping through the ropes.
Sting: The SNUFF Champion is making a statement tonight! He nailed the number one contender with the Yankee Doodle Dandy!!!
Strader rolls to the outside and Iruma slides in with a screwdriver in hand. She could pin her friend Cogan, but instead she puts him in a seated position and drives the phillips head into the forehead of Cogan ripping him open. The pin cushioned Brony crawls across the ring toward the ropes trying to escape – not understanding why his best friend is trying to murder him. The camera zooms in on Cogan’s crimson face – he’s pleading to the crowd.
Cogan: HELP ME!!!!
Just after he says this Iruma double stomps the back of his head driving his face down into the tacks. Iruma puts a pane of glass over Cogan – then a barbedwire board facing down. She heads to the top rope and moonsaults into a double foot stomp landing right on top of Cogan snapping the glass and pushing the barbedeire board down into Cogan.
Sting: HEARTSTOPPER ULTRA!
Iruma makes the cover for a three count.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH KAEDE IRUMA OF THE HEARTKILLERS!!!!
Iruma raises her hand as her partner seemingly appears out of nowhere up on the rampway giving a nod of approval. Iruma makes her way up the ramp, blood trickling down her arm from the lighttube wound she took earlier in the night.
Foote: Iruma moves on to round two. Strader was screwed out of this one with Chester Roosevelt laying down the gauntlet and we're getting word now Strader will take on Roosevelt next month in a Taipei Deathmatch!!!
Sting: So it will be Johnny Bacchus vs Kaede Iruma in the second round of the Killdozer Cup!
Meanwhile, backstage, already mid-conversation…
Casanova English: …so I’m hoping you understand that I can’t have you ruining an event I painstakingly put together to kick off the new season.
Who Casanova is speaking to becomes apparent when the camera pans from the CU:LT owner… to KILROY. The calm yet stern demeanour of Casanova contrasts the indignant and impatient one of the creature before him.
KILROY: So I can’t get my revenge.
Casanova English: You can.
KILROY: HA!
Casanova English: IF she’s in your match.
KILROY instantly grabs a hold of a nearby large bundle of cables and tosses them through a window. Casanova remained undaunted.
Casanova English: That’s coming out of your first check.
KILROY: Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha! HAHA! Whyyyyy would you think mo-neyyyy would mean anything to me?! I was targeted, treated like an animal, made to not feel like I belong. Me, ME, KILROY! I was out there, in that… hoooorrible little city in that… hoooorrible little country, trying to make the most of it, when-
Casanova English: You tried to decapitate Anderson Shepley.
KILROY: I TRIED, Casanova English, to make friends.
Casanova English: That explains a lot, actually.
KILROY: I’m meeeerely a victim of circumstance, Casanova English!
Casanova English: You’re meeeerely a liability. Look, I did you a favour bringing you here. In case you’ve forgotten, the alternative wasn’t going to be up your alley, now was it?
KILROY shrugged. Casanova let out the slightest of sighs - for a fleeting moment losing his composure.
Casanova English: You promise me you will stick to trying to kill your actual opponents. Should Ms. Souma not come up in any of your matches tonight, in no uncertain terms are you to hop on into other matches.
The scowl on KILROY’s face was paired with heavy breathing through his nose. But then, he turned on a dime and smiled.
KILROY: Oh, I wouldn’t DREAM of ruining yet another of your masterpieces, Casanova English!
He then winked.
Casanova English: I’m serious.
KILROY: Oh yeah, me too!
He winked again.
Casanova English: I’m not going to warn you again.
KILROY: Oh, there is absolutely nooooo need to warn me again.
He did wink once more, however. This time, Casanova paused before responding.
Casanova English: Are you aware of what you’re doing?
KILROY: YES.
Casanova paused once more.
Casanova English: Just, just get out of my sight.
KILROY: We’re friends again, right?
Casanova English: Oh, ha ha ha, we were never friends to begin with.
KILROY (whispering): I’ll make you my bride, Casanova English.
Casanova English: What?
KILROY (still whispering): I’m going to go now.
He then appeared to want to lean in to kiss Casanova on the forehead, but the CU:LT owner turned out of the way and proceeded to walk away in disgust. A custodian entered the frame, looking at all the broken glass on the floor.
Custodian: What the hell happened here?!
KILROY laid his eyes on this newcomer, and his jaw went slack.
KILROY: At long last, I haaave you, Junko Souma.
Custodian: Wh-what?! I’m not-
But then the mighty hands of KILROY entered the frame, big gorilla hands wrapping themselves around an innocent man’s throat. The scene ends.
Casanova English: …so I’m hoping you understand that I can’t have you ruining an event I painstakingly put together to kick off the new season.
Who Casanova is speaking to becomes apparent when the camera pans from the CU:LT owner… to KILROY. The calm yet stern demeanour of Casanova contrasts the indignant and impatient one of the creature before him.
KILROY: So I can’t get my revenge.
Casanova English: You can.
KILROY: HA!
Casanova English: IF she’s in your match.
KILROY instantly grabs a hold of a nearby large bundle of cables and tosses them through a window. Casanova remained undaunted.
Casanova English: That’s coming out of your first check.
KILROY: Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha! HAHA! Whyyyyy would you think mo-neyyyy would mean anything to me?! I was targeted, treated like an animal, made to not feel like I belong. Me, ME, KILROY! I was out there, in that… hoooorrible little city in that… hoooorrible little country, trying to make the most of it, when-
Casanova English: You tried to decapitate Anderson Shepley.
KILROY: I TRIED, Casanova English, to make friends.
Casanova English: That explains a lot, actually.
KILROY: I’m meeeerely a victim of circumstance, Casanova English!
Casanova English: You’re meeeerely a liability. Look, I did you a favour bringing you here. In case you’ve forgotten, the alternative wasn’t going to be up your alley, now was it?
KILROY shrugged. Casanova let out the slightest of sighs - for a fleeting moment losing his composure.
Casanova English: You promise me you will stick to trying to kill your actual opponents. Should Ms. Souma not come up in any of your matches tonight, in no uncertain terms are you to hop on into other matches.
The scowl on KILROY’s face was paired with heavy breathing through his nose. But then, he turned on a dime and smiled.
KILROY: Oh, I wouldn’t DREAM of ruining yet another of your masterpieces, Casanova English!
He then winked.
Casanova English: I’m serious.
KILROY: Oh yeah, me too!
He winked again.
Casanova English: I’m not going to warn you again.
KILROY: Oh, there is absolutely nooooo need to warn me again.
He did wink once more, however. This time, Casanova paused before responding.
Casanova English: Are you aware of what you’re doing?
KILROY: YES.
Casanova paused once more.
Casanova English: Just, just get out of my sight.
KILROY: We’re friends again, right?
Casanova English: Oh, ha ha ha, we were never friends to begin with.
KILROY (whispering): I’ll make you my bride, Casanova English.
Casanova English: What?
KILROY (still whispering): I’m going to go now.
He then appeared to want to lean in to kiss Casanova on the forehead, but the CU:LT owner turned out of the way and proceeded to walk away in disgust. A custodian entered the frame, looking at all the broken glass on the floor.
Custodian: What the hell happened here?!
KILROY laid his eyes on this newcomer, and his jaw went slack.
KILROY: At long last, I haaave you, Junko Souma.
Custodian: Wh-what?! I’m not-
But then the mighty hands of KILROY entered the frame, big gorilla hands wrapping themselves around an innocent man’s throat. The scene ends.
The deathmatch objects are set up once again – some of the glass and tacks from the last match piled away. There are the usual weapons scattered about – but this time one whole side of the ring ropes are wrapped in barbedwire.
Sting: Let’s see who is will join Iruma and Bacchus in the second round of this one night tournament. This is a hell of a match up, we have two former SNUFF Champions Addy A and Max Daemon – then you have Datura who had an amazing match against English before tapping out Beaufort last month – lets see how savvy the submission artist is in a deathmatch.
DING! DING! DING!
Max Daemon points to the CULT logo branded in on his chest and doesn’t keep his eyes off one of this greatest CULT rivals Addy A. Datura can sense the tension between them leans back in the turnbuckle as Addy and Max meet in the middle of the ring exchanging rights and lefts as the crowd erupts.
Foote: A fucking blood feud here. Max was the first SNUFF Champion and Addy A defended that title twice against him – he even took a bit of a hiatus after his last loss to her.
Max his a few European uppercuts on his rival. He cracks her with harsh forearms and hard punches – when she hits the ropes Max whips her to the otherside forcing her back into the barbedwire laced ropes – Max flies at her with a cannonball pushing the barbs deep into her skin. Max is kicking the hell out of Addy now – strick kicks to the ribs to the point she coughs blood onto the canvas. Datura grabs some loose wire and wraps it around her arm – Max doesn’t notice as he keeps on kicking the hell out of Addy. This allows Datura to lock in a rear naked choke.
Sting: She is pushing those barbs into the throat of Max. She is using that submission style wisely in a deathmatch.
Max kicks and kicks – Addy breaks it up. She is wielding a fork and goes to slam it into Datura, but the technician gets her feet up blocking it and somehow pulse Addy down into a triangle choke – she has it locked in and grabs the fork when Addy drops it. Datura slams it into the head of Addy a few times, blood squirting from out of her skull onto Datura’s chest. Max breaks up the attack stomping on Datura. He pulls her up, but she yanks him back down with a jawbreaker. Max stumbles backward and gets his hands on a lighttube bashing it off the skull of Datura. He takes both broken ends in each hand – flipping them around to defend himself as Addy A closes in. He tosses one half and hits her between the eyes then daggers the second into her already flesh torn forehead.
Foote: Max Daemon is not fucking around tonight. He wan’t to redeem himself as a deathmatch icon in this company.
Sting: Addy A seems thrown off her game but Datura is putting in work out here using her style to her advantage.
Max is holding one half of the broken tube still and Datura disarms her with a flying armbar. She’s pulling and twisting Max’s arm in odd directions – Max flips over – he yanks the smaller opponent off the ground and manages to slam the back of her head through a pane of glass resting in the corner. The crowd chants for Datura hoping for her to rally back. Max sets up Datura in the corner, puts the pane up in front of her face – goes to the other corner and nails a boot right through the glass into the face of Datura who hits the ground hard – blood pouring through her fingers as she tries to cover her face.
Sting: Shit let Max cook.
Foote: The intensity is turning up here.
Max looks like he is going to take this one over when Addy drops him with a fucking taser to the lowerback. Max convulses then creates some space between the two. Datura cracks the back of Addy’s knee with a pipe – Datura is on top now and locks in a single leg crab – it looks like Addy might tap but Max tases Addy sending shocks through her and Datura breaking the hold up.
Sting: Smart move there by Max using the electrical current.
Foote: The most electrifying man in sports entertainment today.
Max hits a DDT on Datura. Addy is still rolling around after being shocked. Max walks over to Addy with the taser – he forces his fingers into her mouth and pulls her tongue put of her mouth picking it with two fingers.
Daemon: Been talking a lot of shit.
Max tases Addy right on the tongue – she kicks and screams out in pain as the crowd jeers. Max drops the taser and picks up a cheese grater and peels layers of skin off Addy’s face. He pulls Addy out of the ring and hangs her over the first row right in front of Beaufort who thought she could stomach the action tonight. When Max starts grinding the grater across the forehead of Addy Beaufort starts to dry heave. Max laughs, pulling Addy back and tossing her under the bottom rope.
Sting: Max is more focused than I have seen him in a long long time.
Datura has a pane of glass set up between two chairs. She bicycle kicks Max as he comes in the ring breaking his momentum. As he spins round she grabs him and tosses him with a full nelson suplex. The crowd pops as glass flies through the air. Datura grabs a piece of glass and rakes it across the forehead of Daemon. She pokes him up a few more times – then helps him to his feet. She tosses him through another pane of glass in the corner – the crowd chants Datura as she wipes blood from her face.
Foote: LADY DEATH HAS ARRIVED!
Datura makes the cover – but Addy breaks it up. She’s using the ropes to stabilize herself and Datura knocks the former SNUFF Champion over easily with an uppercut. Datura pulls her back up and nails a Regalplex on Addy folding her up for a pin – this time Max breaks it up. Datura is up and chops the chest of Max – he comes back with some forearms. Max gets the best of Datura with a snap suplex. He grabs the chairs in the ring and puts them together – he powerbombs Datura through for a long two count.
Sting: Max and Datura are trying to end this as quick as possible now so they can be a bit fresher for the next round.
Foote: They need to get through two more deathmatches to win this shit.
Max puts Datura’s neck in the chair and goes to the top rope. He see Addy getting up on the outside though and decides to hit her with a crossbody instead. Max lands on her perfect and right away he starts delivering mounted rights and lefts. He grabs a staple gun and shoots three staples into Addy’s face. Max yanks out one of the metal railings blocking the crowd. He puts Addy against the railing and then places the other piece between her legs – he runs and then baseball slide dropkicks the railing driving it into Addy. He takes the railing and sets it on an angle and goes onto the apron with Addy before suplexing her backwards putting her through the railing.
Sting: Max is completely unhinged right now.
Foote: That’s what it takes to become a deathmatch tournament champion.
Max slides back into the ring, but Datura has taken her head out of the chair by now and uses it to crack him across the skull. Datura locks his neck in the char now and lockes in a cross face variation tugging back on the chair to choke Max out. Max is fading as he reaches out tryin to use the rope for leverage to break the hold.
Foote: It’s over! Max caught again….
Just as he is about to tap he’s saved from a bloody nearly crippled Addy A. Datura her target and leaps on to her with a Devil Lock DDT into a Guillotine choke. Datura locks it in tighter and tighter – then Max slams a fucking ladder down on her skull knocking her out cold and breaking the hold. Max grabs Addy A and drags her down with a leaping dragon sleeper backstabber – he holds onto it until Addy taps out.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: HE FINALLY DID IT! HE FINALLY TAPPED OUT ADDY A WITH THE DEVIL TRIGGER.
Datura is coming to a look of disappointment across her face. Max looks down at Addy and spits on her body – he points to the CULT logo she burned into his chest as his arm is raised by JJ Huffman.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH MAX DAEMON!
Sting: There we have it, Max Daemon moves on to the second round. Let’s see who he will be facing
Sting: Let’s see who is will join Iruma and Bacchus in the second round of this one night tournament. This is a hell of a match up, we have two former SNUFF Champions Addy A and Max Daemon – then you have Datura who had an amazing match against English before tapping out Beaufort last month – lets see how savvy the submission artist is in a deathmatch.
DING! DING! DING!
Max Daemon points to the CULT logo branded in on his chest and doesn’t keep his eyes off one of this greatest CULT rivals Addy A. Datura can sense the tension between them leans back in the turnbuckle as Addy and Max meet in the middle of the ring exchanging rights and lefts as the crowd erupts.
Foote: A fucking blood feud here. Max was the first SNUFF Champion and Addy A defended that title twice against him – he even took a bit of a hiatus after his last loss to her.
Max his a few European uppercuts on his rival. He cracks her with harsh forearms and hard punches – when she hits the ropes Max whips her to the otherside forcing her back into the barbedwire laced ropes – Max flies at her with a cannonball pushing the barbs deep into her skin. Max is kicking the hell out of Addy now – strick kicks to the ribs to the point she coughs blood onto the canvas. Datura grabs some loose wire and wraps it around her arm – Max doesn’t notice as he keeps on kicking the hell out of Addy. This allows Datura to lock in a rear naked choke.
Sting: She is pushing those barbs into the throat of Max. She is using that submission style wisely in a deathmatch.
Max kicks and kicks – Addy breaks it up. She is wielding a fork and goes to slam it into Datura, but the technician gets her feet up blocking it and somehow pulse Addy down into a triangle choke – she has it locked in and grabs the fork when Addy drops it. Datura slams it into the head of Addy a few times, blood squirting from out of her skull onto Datura’s chest. Max breaks up the attack stomping on Datura. He pulls her up, but she yanks him back down with a jawbreaker. Max stumbles backward and gets his hands on a lighttube bashing it off the skull of Datura. He takes both broken ends in each hand – flipping them around to defend himself as Addy A closes in. He tosses one half and hits her between the eyes then daggers the second into her already flesh torn forehead.
Foote: Max Daemon is not fucking around tonight. He wan’t to redeem himself as a deathmatch icon in this company.
Sting: Addy A seems thrown off her game but Datura is putting in work out here using her style to her advantage.
Max is holding one half of the broken tube still and Datura disarms her with a flying armbar. She’s pulling and twisting Max’s arm in odd directions – Max flips over – he yanks the smaller opponent off the ground and manages to slam the back of her head through a pane of glass resting in the corner. The crowd chants for Datura hoping for her to rally back. Max sets up Datura in the corner, puts the pane up in front of her face – goes to the other corner and nails a boot right through the glass into the face of Datura who hits the ground hard – blood pouring through her fingers as she tries to cover her face.
Sting: Shit let Max cook.
Foote: The intensity is turning up here.
Max looks like he is going to take this one over when Addy drops him with a fucking taser to the lowerback. Max convulses then creates some space between the two. Datura cracks the back of Addy’s knee with a pipe – Datura is on top now and locks in a single leg crab – it looks like Addy might tap but Max tases Addy sending shocks through her and Datura breaking the hold up.
Sting: Smart move there by Max using the electrical current.
Foote: The most electrifying man in sports entertainment today.
Max hits a DDT on Datura. Addy is still rolling around after being shocked. Max walks over to Addy with the taser – he forces his fingers into her mouth and pulls her tongue put of her mouth picking it with two fingers.
Daemon: Been talking a lot of shit.
Max tases Addy right on the tongue – she kicks and screams out in pain as the crowd jeers. Max drops the taser and picks up a cheese grater and peels layers of skin off Addy’s face. He pulls Addy out of the ring and hangs her over the first row right in front of Beaufort who thought she could stomach the action tonight. When Max starts grinding the grater across the forehead of Addy Beaufort starts to dry heave. Max laughs, pulling Addy back and tossing her under the bottom rope.
Sting: Max is more focused than I have seen him in a long long time.
Datura has a pane of glass set up between two chairs. She bicycle kicks Max as he comes in the ring breaking his momentum. As he spins round she grabs him and tosses him with a full nelson suplex. The crowd pops as glass flies through the air. Datura grabs a piece of glass and rakes it across the forehead of Daemon. She pokes him up a few more times – then helps him to his feet. She tosses him through another pane of glass in the corner – the crowd chants Datura as she wipes blood from her face.
Foote: LADY DEATH HAS ARRIVED!
Datura makes the cover – but Addy breaks it up. She’s using the ropes to stabilize herself and Datura knocks the former SNUFF Champion over easily with an uppercut. Datura pulls her back up and nails a Regalplex on Addy folding her up for a pin – this time Max breaks it up. Datura is up and chops the chest of Max – he comes back with some forearms. Max gets the best of Datura with a snap suplex. He grabs the chairs in the ring and puts them together – he powerbombs Datura through for a long two count.
Sting: Max and Datura are trying to end this as quick as possible now so they can be a bit fresher for the next round.
Foote: They need to get through two more deathmatches to win this shit.
Max puts Datura’s neck in the chair and goes to the top rope. He see Addy getting up on the outside though and decides to hit her with a crossbody instead. Max lands on her perfect and right away he starts delivering mounted rights and lefts. He grabs a staple gun and shoots three staples into Addy’s face. Max yanks out one of the metal railings blocking the crowd. He puts Addy against the railing and then places the other piece between her legs – he runs and then baseball slide dropkicks the railing driving it into Addy. He takes the railing and sets it on an angle and goes onto the apron with Addy before suplexing her backwards putting her through the railing.
Sting: Max is completely unhinged right now.
Foote: That’s what it takes to become a deathmatch tournament champion.
Max slides back into the ring, but Datura has taken her head out of the chair by now and uses it to crack him across the skull. Datura locks his neck in the char now and lockes in a cross face variation tugging back on the chair to choke Max out. Max is fading as he reaches out tryin to use the rope for leverage to break the hold.
Foote: It’s over! Max caught again….
Just as he is about to tap he’s saved from a bloody nearly crippled Addy A. Datura her target and leaps on to her with a Devil Lock DDT into a Guillotine choke. Datura locks it in tighter and tighter – then Max slams a fucking ladder down on her skull knocking her out cold and breaking the hold. Max grabs Addy A and drags her down with a leaping dragon sleeper backstabber – he holds onto it until Addy taps out.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: HE FINALLY DID IT! HE FINALLY TAPPED OUT ADDY A WITH THE DEVIL TRIGGER.
Datura is coming to a look of disappointment across her face. Max looks down at Addy and spits on her body – he points to the CULT logo she burned into his chest as his arm is raised by JJ Huffman.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH MAX DAEMON!
Sting: There we have it, Max Daemon moves on to the second round. Let’s see who he will be facing
The room looks more like a broom closet than anything resembling a dressing room. A single light bulb hangs from the ceiling and sways back and forth, causing Junko Souma's shadow to dance to and fro across the walls, stained brown with age. She sits quietly in a steel chair, leaned forward, forearms resting on her knees. Her hair, a mess of blue, silver, and black, hangs down over her face. She keeps her back to the wall, eyes on the door. Her voice is hushed, barely a whisper.
JUNKO SOUMA: ...kilroy.
She hasn't stopped thinking about him since their encounter at Bangers & Mash. She knows he's lurking somewhere, looking for her... ready to inflict violence upon her. She hears something bang around outside the door and it causes her to jump ever so slightly. She breathes heavily, glaring at the door. The fact that she might not even face Kilroy in the first round of the tournament doesn't matter. She knows his pursuit... his hatred of her extends beyond the ring.
JUNKO SOUMA: Kilroy.
She speaks his name with more confidence. The door knob rattles and she stands bolt upright, kicking the chair behind her aggressively. It clatters against the wall and rests flat on the floor. Clad in a hoodie and sweat pants, she stares down at the jiggling knob. Someone aggressively tries to open the door and fails. Taking a deep breath, she reaches for the door knob and it abruptly goes still. She pauses... and then someone knocks loudly. Three times. Her heart leaps into her throat. Swallowing it back down, she turns the door knob and hears the lock click. She shuts her eyes tightly and pulls the door open... then she opens them and expects to see him standing there but--
--he's not there.
No one is there.
Junko looks around, seeing only the men and women who work backstage for CU:LT roaming about, doing their jobs. And then her eyes trail downward and see the bouquet of cherry blossoms at her feet. They're dripping with black paint. She kneels next to the bouquet and looks it over, plucking a red card from the gooey black mess. Holding it up between her fingers, she reads the black text, stamped in place by a traditional type writer:
"even if you lose tonight, you are always a winner in the red room."
She tilts her head in confusion. Her eyes narrow.
Not Kilroy.
Who?
JUNKO SOUMA: ...kilroy.
She hasn't stopped thinking about him since their encounter at Bangers & Mash. She knows he's lurking somewhere, looking for her... ready to inflict violence upon her. She hears something bang around outside the door and it causes her to jump ever so slightly. She breathes heavily, glaring at the door. The fact that she might not even face Kilroy in the first round of the tournament doesn't matter. She knows his pursuit... his hatred of her extends beyond the ring.
JUNKO SOUMA: Kilroy.
She speaks his name with more confidence. The door knob rattles and she stands bolt upright, kicking the chair behind her aggressively. It clatters against the wall and rests flat on the floor. Clad in a hoodie and sweat pants, she stares down at the jiggling knob. Someone aggressively tries to open the door and fails. Taking a deep breath, she reaches for the door knob and it abruptly goes still. She pauses... and then someone knocks loudly. Three times. Her heart leaps into her throat. Swallowing it back down, she turns the door knob and hears the lock click. She shuts her eyes tightly and pulls the door open... then she opens them and expects to see him standing there but--
--he's not there.
No one is there.
Junko looks around, seeing only the men and women who work backstage for CU:LT roaming about, doing their jobs. And then her eyes trail downward and see the bouquet of cherry blossoms at her feet. They're dripping with black paint. She kneels next to the bouquet and looks it over, plucking a red card from the gooey black mess. Holding it up between her fingers, she reads the black text, stamped in place by a traditional type writer:
"even if you lose tonight, you are always a winner in the red room."
She tilts her head in confusion. Her eyes narrow.
Not Kilroy.
Who?
The deathmatch arena has been once again cleaned up and the weaponry replaced. The single side of barbed wire rope remains. Kallie Reznik takes a gulp of air as referee Tom Garcia tries to separate Killroy and Junko Souma so the match can begin.
Sting: Last month we say the debut of Killroy when he attacked Anderson Shepley – then Junko Souma came out to confront him. Neither of these wrestlers have thought about anyone else in this tournament they want to get their hands on one another.
DING! DING! DING!
Killroy eliminates the third wheel by nailing Kallie Reznik with a huge big boot right off the get go. Kallie falls to the ground and Junko Souma looks at Killroy as if she can do better. She helps Kallie to her feet and nails a few forearm strikes before hitting a flaying headscissors that sends Kallie between the ropes.
Foote: This is what they wanted Killroy and Souma one on one!
The crowd chants for Junkop Souma as Killroy and her circle one another – Kilroy kicks the bottom rope in anger screaming at the crowd. Jouko Souma looks to the outside of the ring where sees a ghostly apparition of Hideo Chiba, Souma’s mentor stand on the outside of the ring, crossed arms – monitoring the aspiring deathmatch wrestler.
Sting: Tension is high in this one Billy boy!
Kilroy nails Souma with a few strikes and she fights back with a flurry of kicks ands punches. Kilroy just grabs her by the neck lifting her into a double arm choke. He holds her up in the air by the neck just ragdolling her around like a child before tossing her to the ground. He laughs like an evil cartoon villain before hitting the ropes and tackling Souma just as she gets back to her feet. Kilroy has a hammer now and swings it at Souma’s head – she manages to move just in time and kicks Killroy back, getting to her feet.
Foote: Close one there…
Sting: The winner of this match will go on to face Max Daemon later tonight. You better hope these two don’t kill each other.
Junko lunges at Killroy leaping into the air and flipping him over with a hurricanrana. Kilroy flips and gets to his feet – but he is holding his head as if he is dizzy. Souma comes and delivers a tornado DDT spiking Killroy on his skull to a huge pop. Kallie gets up on the apron, but Souma drop kicks her legs out from underneath causing her to fall and hit her head on the edge of the ring. Kilroy is back up and Souma tries for a snap suplex – Killroy stops her dead with a suplex of his own.
Foote: Killroy lining up a bunch of light tubes on the canvas now.
Souma comes back for some more and Killroy drags her by the hair right into a knee to the face. He then powerslams Junko onto the tubes – a plume of dust fills the arena as she crashes through – tiny pieces of glass in her back. Killroy points to his opponent and then lands a standing splash for a cover – only getting a two on this one. He pulls Junkop up by her hair and takes a pizza cutter in his other hand – he drags her over to where Chiba's ghost is - only Souma able to see it. Killroy stands and puts Souma over the second rope. Kilroy proceeds to cut into the flesh of her forehead with the pizza cutter – screaming at the crowd the whole time.
Sting: Listen to this crowd chant for Junko Souma – she could be one of the biggest faces in this company if English handles her correctly.
Foote: Oh fuck her, look at my man Killroy fucking shit up! English gave him exactly what he wanted.
Sting: To fuck his mouth?
Foote: …
Killroy puts the cutter between in the creases on Souma’s mouth and rips it across cutting her deep. She’s on her hands and knees now blood dripping from her mouth – Killroy kicks her int her in the ribs and she spits blood all over the canvas. Killroy does it once more flipping her over. He pulls a hypodermic needle from his pants… He’s trying to drive it through the side of Souma’s nose and out the nostril – but she fights him off rolling out of the ring. Kilroy get on the apron and comes off with an ax handle – but Souma yanks Kallie in the way and she takes the hit.
Sting: Kilroy is one sick painted faced fuck.
Foote: God knows what that needle was used for.
Kilroy turns and Souma tosses a handful of sand right into the big man’s eyes. Kilroy is failing around with punches and kicks comeply blind hitting nothing but air. Souma takes the time to recover. She grabs a kendo stick and starts lighting up Killroy with it – he spins around trying to escape the shots – but Souma is no doubt welting his back. Souma pulls out a fucking Katana from under the ring and holds it in the air – the crowd roars as she turns it to the side and slaps the flat end across the back of Killroy. She steps walks on his back – then pulls his head up and slices his forehead open with the long blade. She places the blade between the creases of his mouth looking to return the favor earlier in the match – Kallie Reznik saves him hitting a backdrop on Souma causing her to drop the sword.
Sting: This shit is getting crazy…
Foote: it’s only the opening round and people are just getting mutilated here tonight. The matches might be shorter as the night goes on with the amount of blood these wrestlers are donating.
Kallie slides in the ring and Killroy follows her. He nails a Pendulum Backbreaker on Kallie. He takes her up in a powerbomb and runs across the ring powerbombing Kallie into the corner right through a barbed wire board. Kilroy does a cutting his throat motion as the crowd boos. As he trunks around Souma comes springs off the third rope with a flying forearm taking him down. Kilroy back up and Souma makes him eat a running lariat. Kilroy absorbs it – but still falls to the ground. Souma wraps her arm in barbedwire she uses it to hit Killroy with a ripcord lariat – Souma sees Chiba's ghost nod in approval.
Sting: BLOODY RAINMAKER!
Souma cover Killroy, but he kicks out at two. Souma hits the ropes but as she comes back she is hit with a huge big boot. Killroy stomps all over her body, blood rolling down his face onto her. Kallie Reznick is setting up a table behind Killroy and Souma – shes putting lighter fluid all over it. Killroy grabs Souma once again hosting her up in a double arm choke shaking her about as her blood trickles out of her mouth and skull onto the big man’s own bloody face. He licks at the corner of his lips. Kallie clubs the big man and he drops Souma.
Foote: Dumbest fucking thing you could do.
Killroy and Kallie exchange blows – Killroy gets the best of her with a headbutt – he holds his own head as he lights the table abaze taking Kallie to the top rope – he choke slams her right through the burning table and the crowd breaks out with CULT chants. Killroy is taking in the cheers for once cupping a hand to his ear and thats when Souma comes off the top with a flipping neackbreaker on Killroy, but also landing on Kallie with a senton. She makes the cover on Reznik.
1
2
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: SHE DID IT!
Souma rolls out of the ring as Killroy comes charging swinging his hands at her over the top rope. Souma looks to ghost Chiba who finally unfolds his hands and gives his protege a little golf clap as they head up the ramp to get cleaned up for round two.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH JUNKO SOUMA!
Foote: I didn’t think she had a chance against Killroy – but clearly this story is not over.
Killroy is kicking the ropes in anger and having a meltdown. He grabs Kallie’s corpse and pulls her up and nails a variation of a bicycle kick to the back of the head.
Foote: Killroy nailing Nameless Aimless – just to put a little punctuation to his anger.
Sting: It’ll be Souma vs Daemon in round two,
Sting: Last month we say the debut of Killroy when he attacked Anderson Shepley – then Junko Souma came out to confront him. Neither of these wrestlers have thought about anyone else in this tournament they want to get their hands on one another.
DING! DING! DING!
Killroy eliminates the third wheel by nailing Kallie Reznik with a huge big boot right off the get go. Kallie falls to the ground and Junko Souma looks at Killroy as if she can do better. She helps Kallie to her feet and nails a few forearm strikes before hitting a flaying headscissors that sends Kallie between the ropes.
Foote: This is what they wanted Killroy and Souma one on one!
The crowd chants for Junkop Souma as Killroy and her circle one another – Kilroy kicks the bottom rope in anger screaming at the crowd. Jouko Souma looks to the outside of the ring where sees a ghostly apparition of Hideo Chiba, Souma’s mentor stand on the outside of the ring, crossed arms – monitoring the aspiring deathmatch wrestler.
Sting: Tension is high in this one Billy boy!
Kilroy nails Souma with a few strikes and she fights back with a flurry of kicks ands punches. Kilroy just grabs her by the neck lifting her into a double arm choke. He holds her up in the air by the neck just ragdolling her around like a child before tossing her to the ground. He laughs like an evil cartoon villain before hitting the ropes and tackling Souma just as she gets back to her feet. Kilroy has a hammer now and swings it at Souma’s head – she manages to move just in time and kicks Killroy back, getting to her feet.
Foote: Close one there…
Sting: The winner of this match will go on to face Max Daemon later tonight. You better hope these two don’t kill each other.
Junko lunges at Killroy leaping into the air and flipping him over with a hurricanrana. Kilroy flips and gets to his feet – but he is holding his head as if he is dizzy. Souma comes and delivers a tornado DDT spiking Killroy on his skull to a huge pop. Kallie gets up on the apron, but Souma drop kicks her legs out from underneath causing her to fall and hit her head on the edge of the ring. Kilroy is back up and Souma tries for a snap suplex – Killroy stops her dead with a suplex of his own.
Foote: Killroy lining up a bunch of light tubes on the canvas now.
Souma comes back for some more and Killroy drags her by the hair right into a knee to the face. He then powerslams Junko onto the tubes – a plume of dust fills the arena as she crashes through – tiny pieces of glass in her back. Killroy points to his opponent and then lands a standing splash for a cover – only getting a two on this one. He pulls Junkop up by her hair and takes a pizza cutter in his other hand – he drags her over to where Chiba's ghost is - only Souma able to see it. Killroy stands and puts Souma over the second rope. Kilroy proceeds to cut into the flesh of her forehead with the pizza cutter – screaming at the crowd the whole time.
Sting: Listen to this crowd chant for Junko Souma – she could be one of the biggest faces in this company if English handles her correctly.
Foote: Oh fuck her, look at my man Killroy fucking shit up! English gave him exactly what he wanted.
Sting: To fuck his mouth?
Foote: …
Killroy puts the cutter between in the creases on Souma’s mouth and rips it across cutting her deep. She’s on her hands and knees now blood dripping from her mouth – Killroy kicks her int her in the ribs and she spits blood all over the canvas. Killroy does it once more flipping her over. He pulls a hypodermic needle from his pants… He’s trying to drive it through the side of Souma’s nose and out the nostril – but she fights him off rolling out of the ring. Kilroy get on the apron and comes off with an ax handle – but Souma yanks Kallie in the way and she takes the hit.
Sting: Kilroy is one sick painted faced fuck.
Foote: God knows what that needle was used for.
Kilroy turns and Souma tosses a handful of sand right into the big man’s eyes. Kilroy is failing around with punches and kicks comeply blind hitting nothing but air. Souma takes the time to recover. She grabs a kendo stick and starts lighting up Killroy with it – he spins around trying to escape the shots – but Souma is no doubt welting his back. Souma pulls out a fucking Katana from under the ring and holds it in the air – the crowd roars as she turns it to the side and slaps the flat end across the back of Killroy. She steps walks on his back – then pulls his head up and slices his forehead open with the long blade. She places the blade between the creases of his mouth looking to return the favor earlier in the match – Kallie Reznik saves him hitting a backdrop on Souma causing her to drop the sword.
Sting: This shit is getting crazy…
Foote: it’s only the opening round and people are just getting mutilated here tonight. The matches might be shorter as the night goes on with the amount of blood these wrestlers are donating.
Kallie slides in the ring and Killroy follows her. He nails a Pendulum Backbreaker on Kallie. He takes her up in a powerbomb and runs across the ring powerbombing Kallie into the corner right through a barbed wire board. Kilroy does a cutting his throat motion as the crowd boos. As he trunks around Souma comes springs off the third rope with a flying forearm taking him down. Kilroy back up and Souma makes him eat a running lariat. Kilroy absorbs it – but still falls to the ground. Souma wraps her arm in barbedwire she uses it to hit Killroy with a ripcord lariat – Souma sees Chiba's ghost nod in approval.
Sting: BLOODY RAINMAKER!
Souma cover Killroy, but he kicks out at two. Souma hits the ropes but as she comes back she is hit with a huge big boot. Killroy stomps all over her body, blood rolling down his face onto her. Kallie Reznick is setting up a table behind Killroy and Souma – shes putting lighter fluid all over it. Killroy grabs Souma once again hosting her up in a double arm choke shaking her about as her blood trickles out of her mouth and skull onto the big man’s own bloody face. He licks at the corner of his lips. Kallie clubs the big man and he drops Souma.
Foote: Dumbest fucking thing you could do.
Killroy and Kallie exchange blows – Killroy gets the best of her with a headbutt – he holds his own head as he lights the table abaze taking Kallie to the top rope – he choke slams her right through the burning table and the crowd breaks out with CULT chants. Killroy is taking in the cheers for once cupping a hand to his ear and thats when Souma comes off the top with a flipping neackbreaker on Killroy, but also landing on Kallie with a senton. She makes the cover on Reznik.
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DING! DING! DING!
Sting: SHE DID IT!
Souma rolls out of the ring as Killroy comes charging swinging his hands at her over the top rope. Souma looks to ghost Chiba who finally unfolds his hands and gives his protege a little golf clap as they head up the ramp to get cleaned up for round two.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH JUNKO SOUMA!
Foote: I didn’t think she had a chance against Killroy – but clearly this story is not over.
Killroy is kicking the ropes in anger and having a meltdown. He grabs Kallie’s corpse and pulls her up and nails a variation of a bicycle kick to the back of the head.
Foote: Killroy nailing Nameless Aimless – just to put a little punctuation to his anger.
Sting: It’ll be Souma vs Daemon in round two,
At All Hell's Acoming in Waco, Texas the winner of the Heavan Sent Battle Royal will get a shot at the New World Championship.
The winner of the battle royal will be given an advantage as they will decide what type of match they compete in for the top title in Combat Unlimited:Lethal Trials.
The winner of the battle royal will be given an advantage as they will decide what type of match they compete in for the top title in Combat Unlimited:Lethal Trials.
Sting: It’s the second round of The Killdozer Cup and we are going to start it with Johnny Bacchus against Kaede Iruma. Bacchus is coming into this one pretty fresh but Iruma on the other hand took a major laceration and has her arm wrapped in duct tape.
Foote: I think Iruma could go all the way, look at the way she was willing to destroy her best friend to win the first round.
Sting: I really don’t think they are as close as Cogan thought.
Bacchus can pretty much smell blood – he’s clearly the favorite in this one according to the crowd. Weapons are once again littered all over the fucking place, how many times do I have to tell you… it’s a God damn deathmatch tournmanet. Iruma has one of those old fans – then folds it out and it’s got sharp razors on the ends – Mortal Kombat style.
Foote: There we go Iruma, even it out.
DING! DING! DING!
Iruma slices across herself walking toward Bacchus and he does a good job of not getting gutted leaping back - until Iruma sweeps his legs and mounts him trying to push the blades of the fan down into his face. Bacchus grabs her arms fighting. Bacchus rolls her over and lands a few ground and pound shots before Iruma flips him over and manages to slice his cheek with her weaponized fan. Iruma gets another clean gash across Bacchus’ other cheek. Iruma is trying to cut Bacchus' forehead open now but Bacchus pulls her in close and bites the duct tapes wound on her bicep. They scramble to their feet and she comes swinging again, but Bacchus kicks the weapon out of her hand.
Sting: Iruma getting some cuts in early.
Foote: She’s a fucking killer.
Bacchus with a headlocks takedown,both back up and Bacchus with a German suplex. Bacchus continues the assault with stomp after stomp. Bacchus pours out a bag and Lego fall all over the canvas. He smirks and slams Iruma on it – she holds her lower back. Bacchus slides out of the ring and pulls a weed wacker out from under it. He slides back in the ring and starts it up – he swings it at Iruma and she leaps over it – but Bacchus hits her shins – Iruma runs at him – he drops the yard tool and hits a spinebuster. Bacchus picks up the weed wacker again and starts running it up and down the back of Iruma. She scrambles out of the ring to recoup.
Sting: Good idea to get out of the way… people are doing whatever it takes to win the Killdozer Cup!
Bacchus’ weed wacker jams up and Iruma slides back into the ring — she hits a headbutt then an arm drag and then a victory roll for a two count. Tilt-a-whirl headscissors from Iruma flowed up by a straight jacket neckbreaker. Iruma quickly sets up a chair and pulls Bacchus down throat first against the back of it with a Kawaii cutter. Bacchus holds his neck, his cheeks bleeding bad. Iruma makes the cover and gets a two count.
Foote: Iruma closing the gap here by wearing Bacchus down.
Sting: Bacchus is a lot more resilient than you think. Don’t let his emo hair cut fool you. He’s much more interested in hurting others and not himself.
Bacchus and Iruma are up nailing each other with forearms back and forth. Iruma’s wounds from earlier in the night reopen on her forehead. Iruma with a spinning backfist out of nowhere that drops Bacchus to his knees. She grabs some scissors and gives Bacchus some color by jabbing them into his head over and over. Iruma with a running knee and Bacchus is down.
Foote: Iruma going to rearrange Bacchus’ face.
Sting: I wonder if Lissie Hope will still love him.
Iruma is up on the top rope and she comes off with a moonsault into a stomp but Bacchus rolls through and rolls her up for a really close two count. Bacchus now with a running crossbody – he pulls Iruma to a corner putting her in a seated position – Bacchus puts a pile of light tubes in front of Iruma and comes running with a v-trigger in the corner. Bacchus then puts a pane of glass in front of Irum and goes to the opposite side turnbuckle – he flies off with a coast to coast.
Sting: THE GREAT LEAP FORWARD!!!
Bacchus makes the cover and gets a close two count. He pull Iruma up and grabs a few gusset plates he stick them onto her back and then chokeslams her trying for the pin once more but Iruma kicks out at two. Bacchus doesn’t see some wooden spikes in Iruma’s hand until she stabs them into his forehead – they are sticking out of his skull and Iruma drops him with a DDT and makes a cover of her own. Bacchus with his shoulder up at two. They are both to their feet Bacchus rips out the spikes and throws them on the ground. Iruma pulls out the razor fan again and this time slides right through Bacchus’ jeans and into her thigh meat. Bacchus rolls out of the ring – Iruma follows but he take her down with a closeline. Bacchus grabs a staple gun and starts closing his own wound with it before wrapping his upper thigh in tape.
Sting: Bacchus refusing to stop the match despite that deep cut.
Forearms being exchanged in the ring. Iruma kicks Bacchus' wound and he lets out a groan – he grabs the arm of Iruma and twist it… he kicks at it standing then holds it behind her as he hits a DDT. There is a scramble on the ground and Bacchus starts unraveling Iruma’s duct tape – he pokes his finger in the wound – then he puts the tape around Iruma neck and hauls back as hard as he can until his opponent passes out.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: NO! She is out. Johnny Bacchus moves on to the finals!
Sting: I knew he had it in him!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH JOHNNY BACCHUS!
Bacchus limps his way up the ramp to the back – heading for the finals a lot worse off then he was coming into the semis.
Foote: I think Iruma could go all the way, look at the way she was willing to destroy her best friend to win the first round.
Sting: I really don’t think they are as close as Cogan thought.
Bacchus can pretty much smell blood – he’s clearly the favorite in this one according to the crowd. Weapons are once again littered all over the fucking place, how many times do I have to tell you… it’s a God damn deathmatch tournmanet. Iruma has one of those old fans – then folds it out and it’s got sharp razors on the ends – Mortal Kombat style.
Foote: There we go Iruma, even it out.
DING! DING! DING!
Iruma slices across herself walking toward Bacchus and he does a good job of not getting gutted leaping back - until Iruma sweeps his legs and mounts him trying to push the blades of the fan down into his face. Bacchus grabs her arms fighting. Bacchus rolls her over and lands a few ground and pound shots before Iruma flips him over and manages to slice his cheek with her weaponized fan. Iruma gets another clean gash across Bacchus’ other cheek. Iruma is trying to cut Bacchus' forehead open now but Bacchus pulls her in close and bites the duct tapes wound on her bicep. They scramble to their feet and she comes swinging again, but Bacchus kicks the weapon out of her hand.
Sting: Iruma getting some cuts in early.
Foote: She’s a fucking killer.
Bacchus with a headlocks takedown,both back up and Bacchus with a German suplex. Bacchus continues the assault with stomp after stomp. Bacchus pours out a bag and Lego fall all over the canvas. He smirks and slams Iruma on it – she holds her lower back. Bacchus slides out of the ring and pulls a weed wacker out from under it. He slides back in the ring and starts it up – he swings it at Iruma and she leaps over it – but Bacchus hits her shins – Iruma runs at him – he drops the yard tool and hits a spinebuster. Bacchus picks up the weed wacker again and starts running it up and down the back of Iruma. She scrambles out of the ring to recoup.
Sting: Good idea to get out of the way… people are doing whatever it takes to win the Killdozer Cup!
Bacchus’ weed wacker jams up and Iruma slides back into the ring — she hits a headbutt then an arm drag and then a victory roll for a two count. Tilt-a-whirl headscissors from Iruma flowed up by a straight jacket neckbreaker. Iruma quickly sets up a chair and pulls Bacchus down throat first against the back of it with a Kawaii cutter. Bacchus holds his neck, his cheeks bleeding bad. Iruma makes the cover and gets a two count.
Foote: Iruma closing the gap here by wearing Bacchus down.
Sting: Bacchus is a lot more resilient than you think. Don’t let his emo hair cut fool you. He’s much more interested in hurting others and not himself.
Bacchus and Iruma are up nailing each other with forearms back and forth. Iruma’s wounds from earlier in the night reopen on her forehead. Iruma with a spinning backfist out of nowhere that drops Bacchus to his knees. She grabs some scissors and gives Bacchus some color by jabbing them into his head over and over. Iruma with a running knee and Bacchus is down.
Foote: Iruma going to rearrange Bacchus’ face.
Sting: I wonder if Lissie Hope will still love him.
Iruma is up on the top rope and she comes off with a moonsault into a stomp but Bacchus rolls through and rolls her up for a really close two count. Bacchus now with a running crossbody – he pulls Iruma to a corner putting her in a seated position – Bacchus puts a pile of light tubes in front of Iruma and comes running with a v-trigger in the corner. Bacchus then puts a pane of glass in front of Irum and goes to the opposite side turnbuckle – he flies off with a coast to coast.
Sting: THE GREAT LEAP FORWARD!!!
Bacchus makes the cover and gets a close two count. He pull Iruma up and grabs a few gusset plates he stick them onto her back and then chokeslams her trying for the pin once more but Iruma kicks out at two. Bacchus doesn’t see some wooden spikes in Iruma’s hand until she stabs them into his forehead – they are sticking out of his skull and Iruma drops him with a DDT and makes a cover of her own. Bacchus with his shoulder up at two. They are both to their feet Bacchus rips out the spikes and throws them on the ground. Iruma pulls out the razor fan again and this time slides right through Bacchus’ jeans and into her thigh meat. Bacchus rolls out of the ring – Iruma follows but he take her down with a closeline. Bacchus grabs a staple gun and starts closing his own wound with it before wrapping his upper thigh in tape.
Sting: Bacchus refusing to stop the match despite that deep cut.
Forearms being exchanged in the ring. Iruma kicks Bacchus' wound and he lets out a groan – he grabs the arm of Iruma and twist it… he kicks at it standing then holds it behind her as he hits a DDT. There is a scramble on the ground and Bacchus starts unraveling Iruma’s duct tape – he pokes his finger in the wound – then he puts the tape around Iruma neck and hauls back as hard as he can until his opponent passes out.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: NO! She is out. Johnny Bacchus moves on to the finals!
Sting: I knew he had it in him!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH JOHNNY BACCHUS!
Bacchus limps his way up the ramp to the back – heading for the finals a lot worse off then he was coming into the semis.
Junko Souma licks at the dried blood in the corners of her mouth from Killroy cutting into where her lips meet with a pizza cutter. Across the ring from her Max Daemon sips on a beer eying up the various weapons scattered around – blood caked to his forehead from earlier in the night. Souma once agains sees Chiba's ghostly apperation outside supporting her with his arms crossed.
DING! DING! DING!
Souma approaches Daemon but he just smashes the beer bottle over her head and then pushes it into her skull – he pushes his foot into the back of her knee forcing her down. Souma rolls away from the attack – blood pouring down her face once again.
Foote: Alright… now my money is on Max Daemon thats how you start things off in deathmatch and ice cold beer for an ice cold killer.
Sting: Max is telling a story of redemption here tonight.
The pair exchange forearms until Max his a enzuguri – he hits the ropes and nails a big boot on Souma. Max picks her up and lifts her into a power bomb, but she slides off and delivers an x-factor. Souma scrambles and grabs a roman candle and lights it – she’s shooting fireballs at Max Daemon – pretty accurately too, burning him with almost every shot as he runs around the ring trying to dodge.
Foote: This shit is getting insane. An industry veteran like Max shouldn’t be dealing with this shit at all.
Max charges Souma taking her down with a tackle and gets on top elbowing her in the skull over and over. He grabs her leg and starts kicking the living fuck out of her knee – knowing full well is was surgically repaired. He drags her over the the ring post right beside Chiba's ghost and starts rapping it around the metal over and over and over. Max pulls Souma out of the ring – he drops her with a DDT on the outside and then pulls the ring steps away from the apron and places Souma’s knee between it before running and dropkicking it catching her knee between the metal post and steel steps.
Sting: Max targeting the knee now.
Foote: That’s how the big dogs do it.
Sting: Who the fuck says that…
Max is in the ring with duct tape building a seven foot high light tube structure. He slides a ladder in the ring – Souma manages to move the steps and is now getting in the ring limping toward Max. Daemon slams her down on the ladder. Then he puts her bad leg inside it and slams it over and over on her knee.
Sting: The crowd is hating Max for what he is doing to Souma right now. She is quickly becoming a CULT favorite.
Foote: She is a hell of a talent but I know Max Daemon is too much for her tonight.
Max goes to slam the ladder one more time but Souma kicks it back in Max’s face. Souma rolls up to her feet and bulldogs Max down to the chair. She wastes no time grabbing a barbed wire board and piledrives the first SNUFF Champion down into it. Now Souma with a razorblade taped to a screw driver – she slices into Max’s forehead – then cuts the scar tissue of his CULT logo burned into his chest. The camera zooms in on the bloody logo.
Sting: Souma is resilient and she knows that will get into the head of Daemon.
Junko piles a shit ton of stuff on Daemon barbed wire boards and panes of glass and some light tubes then comes off the top rope with a moonsault right into a pin.
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Sting: Chocobo Sunrise even with the added weapons couldn’t put Daemon away.
Souma sets a ladder up and starts to climb – Max starts to climb the otherside. When they get to the top they exchange blows the crowd cheering everytime Souma connects – but booing everytime Max does. Souma gets the advantage and pulse Max;s face down onto the ladder. Souma grabs Max and tries to lift him up on her shoulders for a Death Valley Drive – but the knee Max has been working on gives out and he flips over her with a sunset flip powerbomb smashing both of them down through the tower of light tubes he built earlier in the match. Both wrestlers and bleeding bad from deep wounds but Max has the cover and gets the three count as holy shit chants ring out.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote; Well… look at all that light tube smoke we are all going to have cancer after this.
Bill Foote wags a hand in front of his face to get ride of the crowd as JJ Huffman raises the hand of Max Daemon in the middle of the ring.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH MAX DAEMON!
Medics are wrapping up the chopped up rib area of Max Daemon. The clean up crew rushes out to clean up the debris before the New World Championship match.
Sting: It’s going to be an absolute banger in the finals when Johnny Bacchus meets Max Daemon to crown the first winner of the Killdozer Cup
DING! DING! DING!
Souma approaches Daemon but he just smashes the beer bottle over her head and then pushes it into her skull – he pushes his foot into the back of her knee forcing her down. Souma rolls away from the attack – blood pouring down her face once again.
Foote: Alright… now my money is on Max Daemon thats how you start things off in deathmatch and ice cold beer for an ice cold killer.
Sting: Max is telling a story of redemption here tonight.
The pair exchange forearms until Max his a enzuguri – he hits the ropes and nails a big boot on Souma. Max picks her up and lifts her into a power bomb, but she slides off and delivers an x-factor. Souma scrambles and grabs a roman candle and lights it – she’s shooting fireballs at Max Daemon – pretty accurately too, burning him with almost every shot as he runs around the ring trying to dodge.
Foote: This shit is getting insane. An industry veteran like Max shouldn’t be dealing with this shit at all.
Max charges Souma taking her down with a tackle and gets on top elbowing her in the skull over and over. He grabs her leg and starts kicking the living fuck out of her knee – knowing full well is was surgically repaired. He drags her over the the ring post right beside Chiba's ghost and starts rapping it around the metal over and over and over. Max pulls Souma out of the ring – he drops her with a DDT on the outside and then pulls the ring steps away from the apron and places Souma’s knee between it before running and dropkicking it catching her knee between the metal post and steel steps.
Sting: Max targeting the knee now.
Foote: That’s how the big dogs do it.
Sting: Who the fuck says that…
Max is in the ring with duct tape building a seven foot high light tube structure. He slides a ladder in the ring – Souma manages to move the steps and is now getting in the ring limping toward Max. Daemon slams her down on the ladder. Then he puts her bad leg inside it and slams it over and over on her knee.
Sting: The crowd is hating Max for what he is doing to Souma right now. She is quickly becoming a CULT favorite.
Foote: She is a hell of a talent but I know Max Daemon is too much for her tonight.
Max goes to slam the ladder one more time but Souma kicks it back in Max’s face. Souma rolls up to her feet and bulldogs Max down to the chair. She wastes no time grabbing a barbed wire board and piledrives the first SNUFF Champion down into it. Now Souma with a razorblade taped to a screw driver – she slices into Max’s forehead – then cuts the scar tissue of his CULT logo burned into his chest. The camera zooms in on the bloody logo.
Sting: Souma is resilient and she knows that will get into the head of Daemon.
Junko piles a shit ton of stuff on Daemon barbed wire boards and panes of glass and some light tubes then comes off the top rope with a moonsault right into a pin.
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Sting: Chocobo Sunrise even with the added weapons couldn’t put Daemon away.
Souma sets a ladder up and starts to climb – Max starts to climb the otherside. When they get to the top they exchange blows the crowd cheering everytime Souma connects – but booing everytime Max does. Souma gets the advantage and pulse Max;s face down onto the ladder. Souma grabs Max and tries to lift him up on her shoulders for a Death Valley Drive – but the knee Max has been working on gives out and he flips over her with a sunset flip powerbomb smashing both of them down through the tower of light tubes he built earlier in the match. Both wrestlers and bleeding bad from deep wounds but Max has the cover and gets the three count as holy shit chants ring out.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote; Well… look at all that light tube smoke we are all going to have cancer after this.
Bill Foote wags a hand in front of his face to get ride of the crowd as JJ Huffman raises the hand of Max Daemon in the middle of the ring.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH MAX DAEMON!
Medics are wrapping up the chopped up rib area of Max Daemon. The clean up crew rushes out to clean up the debris before the New World Championship match.
Sting: It’s going to be an absolute banger in the finals when Johnny Bacchus meets Max Daemon to crown the first winner of the Killdozer Cup
Introducing first, the challenger weighing in at 143 pounds. She is the BLACKHEART, LISSIE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE.
The lights in the arena dim and a hush falls over the crowd as the heavy synths of Grimes' "You'll Miss Me When I'm Not Around’ fill the arena. The audience rises to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of former four-time World Champion, "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope. As Grimes sings the pre-chorus, the cheers grow louder and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, acknowledging the signs of support from the front rows with high-fives.
She sprints down the ramp, slides under the bottom rope, and bounces to her feet, raising her arms to the crowd. After tossing her "Hero" tee-shirt to the fans, she climbs the corner to acknowledge them before waiting for the opening bell.
Foote: Lissie hope looks ready and determined, but looks aren’t everything.
Sting: You got that right Foot, looks aren’t everythings, but if looks cold kill, this woman might be a mass murderer!
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Anderson: And making her way to the ring, weighting in at 142. She is the Combat Unlimited Lethal Trial NEW WORLD CHAMPIOOOOOOOOON! The BRUTAL Bitch herself, ALICE GEMINIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
The arena erupts as ‘Widdershins’ by King 810 booms through the speakers and bright green lights flash rapidly. Alice steps out onto the stage, New World Championship wrapped around her waist, and takes a moment to bask in the electric atmosphere before defiantly throwing up her middle fingers at the frenzied crowd, biting her bottom lip in a display of raw aggression.
Making her way down the ramp, she stops at fans, making them flinch before laughing it off with devilish glee. She hops onto the apron, dropping to a single knee and unleashes a primal scream, capturing the attention of every camera in the arena. Sliding into the ring, she charges to the nearest corner and starts to kick the bottom rope to fire herself up. With both hands forming dual-wielding pistols, she points them straight at the camera. The lights raise and the referee takes the belt from the champion, holding in the air.
Sting: This is what it’s all about.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings. They lock up, and Lissie gains the upper hand, pushing Alice back against the turnbuckle. The referee moves for the break as neither woman gains the upper hand and Lissie raises her hands in surrender. Alice responds with a swift kick to the stomach, receiving a warning from the referee which she disregards, moving Lissie now to the corner where she begins to lay on punches.
Sting: Alice needs to be careful.
Foote: Champions advantage, Stacey - Alice can do whatever the fuck she wants.
Sting: Not if JJ has anything to say about it! Lissie, finally responding with a fierce right followed by a dropick, bringing the champ now to heel.
Alice rises shakily, but soon steadies herself and unleashes a vicious blow to Lissie's face. Lissie retaliates, but is met with a jaw-shattering counterpunch. The savage crowd roars with excitement as the two women continue to batter each other, each one determined to emerge victorious from this brutal bout. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and blood as they trade blow after blow, neither willing to give an inch
Foote: Incredible - neither woman giving in!
The two wrestlers both draw back at the same time - throwing a stiff right, leveling their opponent. As JJ Hoffman begins his count, the audience show their approval, the sounds of the fists pounding on the steel barricade almost drowning him out. They both get to their feet and continue to trade blows, each one trying to gain the advantage once more - Alice. Lissie. Alice. Lisse. Lissie. Lissie! Alice starts to stumble, attempting to swap to a knee but, but Lissie sees her coming, hefting her onto her shoulders before planting her down hard with a Death Valley Driver. A falling fist jolts the champ, but only receives a two count as Alice kicks out.
Sting: Not putting the champ down that easily!
Foote: Speaking of putting down, woof - have you tried the new Hawaiian ham? I ordered this thing last night and tried to get it down but just like Alice Gemini, it kept getting back up.
Sting: What a fantastic endorsement for our former sponsor…and a thump to the eye from the champ while Hoffman is distracted!
Foote: Champions advantage!
Alice rebounds off the ropes with a look of ruthless determination, her forearm smashing into the Heroine's already blinded face with devastating force. She goes for the pin, but only manages to get a two-and-a-half count. Frustration starts to set in, and Alice's temper flares as she begins to taunt Lissie, hurling insults at her while pummeling her skull with stiff rights, demanding that she give up.
But Lissie isn't one to back down easily. With sheer perseverance, she rises to her feet, shrugging off Alice's taunts and taking the fight back to her opponent. Alic, in disbelief, goes for a second eye poke, but Lissie catches her hand in mid-air, shaking her head before driving it straight into Alice's nose with a sickening crunch.
Fired up by the taste of revenge, Lissie launches a barrage of suplexes at Alice, slamming her repeatedly into the mat with bone-jarring force. Alice is left reeling, struggling to free herself from the challenger's unrelenting grasp. Lissie seizes the opportunity, hitting Alice with a stalling German suplex and holding on for the pin. But Alice still has fight left in her, kicking out at the count of two with a defiant roar.
Foote: Not like that, little birdy!
Sting: Alice - on the mat, and Lissie, not one to be deters, sees her chance to finish the match.
She climbs to the top rope and goes a leg drop, but Alice moves out of the way at the last second!
Alice rises to her feet, a cruel smile stretching across her face as she surveys the battered and broken form of Lissie lying prone on the mat. She kneels down beside her, wagging a finger tauntingly in her face. With a vicious tug on her opponent's hair, she hauls Lissie up to her feet, still wagging her finger in her face.
Hope tries to lash out in retaliation, but Alice cuts her off with a brutal clubbing blow that sends her staggering like a dazed seal. With a sneer of contempt, Alice tosses her opponent towards the corner, beckoning the audience to cheer her on as she charges in for a brutal assault.
Corner-to-corner, Alice delivers a barrage of elbows that land with sickening force, each impact drawing a roar of delight from the bloodthirsty crowd. As the final elbow lands, Lissie crumples to the ground, gasping for air. Without missing a beat, Alice goes for the pin, counting along with the referee.
One…
Two…
NO!
To the surprise of everyone in the arena, Lissie manages to kick out just before the three-count. Alice's frustration begins to mount as she realizes that Lissie is not going down easily. The smile fades from her face, replaced by a scowl of rage. She starts to pull out all the stops, hitting Lissie with a devastating Dangerous Queen Bomb that rattles the ring. But even that isn't enough to keep Lissie down, as she kicks out once again, refusing to give up. Alice's fury boils over, and she grabs Lissie's head, pulling it in tight with a snarl of anger. The crowd can sense that things are about to take a turn for the worse, as Alice prepares to unleash her most brutal attack yet.
Sting: LADY NOSERATU LOCK!
Foote: I wish she would put me in that.
Lissie slowly pushes herself up, as she tries to shake off Gemini’s submission hold, but she has it in tight. Lissie's groans of agony fill the arena as Alice wrenches back on the hold with all her strength. But even in the midst of her pain, Lissie refuses to give up. She claws at her opponent's shoulders, trying to find some purchase to help her escape, but Alice's grip is too
strong.
The crowd is on the edge of their seats, sensing that the end is near. Alice's eyes narrow in concentration as she continues to apply pressure, determined to break Lissie's will and claim victory, but Lissie is not done yet. Summoning all of her strength, she digs deep and manages to twist her body, flipping Alice over and breaking the hold, subsequently pinning the champion's shoulders.
One..
Two..
Kickout!
Hope: Lissie, showing her experience there, but Alice responds!
Not one to be outdown, Alice rolls the challenger back onto her own shoulders.
One..
Two..
Kickout!
Alice and Lissie both get up to their feet, their faces now masks of determination as they attempt to catch their breath.
THIS IS AWESOME!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP CLAP CLAP!
THIS IS AWESOME!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP CLAP CLAP!
Sting: Listen to this sold out crowd!
Foote: I’d be right there with them Stacey, if I still had on pants.
Sting: I don’t want to know.
Both competitors faces are now contorted with pain, but neither is ready to give up just yet. Alice and Lissie lock up in the center of the ring, and Alice asserts her dominance, wrenching Lissie into a side headlock, relentlessly grinding down on her opponent's neck, eliciting agonized groans once more. Lissie retaliates with a flurry of punches aimed at Alice's side, but Alice retaliates with brutal efficiency, executing a vicious hip toss that sends Lissie crashing to the mat. As Lissie writhes in agony, Alice torments her further, twisting her neck with sickening force until she can barely breathe. Lissie struggles valiantly, but the pain is too much to bear, and she barely manages to kick out at two before collapsing back into the heap of pain.
Sting: Smart strategy by the champion, make her wear herself down and get a bit of a breather.
Lissie is forced to kick out once more. Determination setting in, she turns her chin, pressing the tip into Alice's side. Alice growls with pain, but refuses to let go as Lissie starts to rise. Two elbows give Lissie enough room to hit the ropes only for a powerful knee to the midsection to put her back down, and into another headlock, this time from the rear. Not wanting to allow her to settle in, Lissie begins to rise again, however, before she can try to counter, Alice releases her neck, spinning her out. Catching a hand, she pulls Lissie back towards her, erupting forward with a knee to her face, leveling Hope. She goes for the pin, receiving only a two count.
Foote: Looks like frustration beginning to settle in a bit.
Sting: At this point in a match, even the most professional, the most experienced wrestlers begin to feel this way. What more do I have to do? Is this even enough? Can I even win? These have to be the questions rolling around in Alice head right now.
Alice whips Lissie towards the ropes, eager to deliver a devastating blow. But Lissie, with lightning reflexes, ducks under the clothesline and counters with one of her own, causing Alice to roll out of the ring in frustration, hands planted firmly on her hips. The referee, Huffman, begins his count, but Lissie is not content to let Alice catch her breath.
She hits the opposite rope before flying over the top rope with a flying crossbody, crashing into Alice with all her weight, sending her hurtling into the barricade. The arena erupts with deafening cheers as Lissie continues her assault on the dazed and confused Alice. With the fans egging her on, Lissie drags Alice back into the ring, determined to finish what she started. But Alice is not one to be trifled with, and she springs back to her feet with a vicious kick to the back of Lissie's neck, sending her crashing to the mat. With her opponent writhing in agony, the champion turns her attention to the corner, ready to unleash even more carnage.
Sting: And now Alice going to the top rope
Foote: We don’t usually see this.
The anticipation in the air is palpable as Alice leaps off the top rope, ready to unleash a devastating move on Lissie. But in a stunning display of athleticism, Lissie springs up and catches Alice mid-air. Her eyes blazing with intensity, Lissie begins to set up for a powerbomb, but Alice is not one to go down without a fight. She latched onto Lissies neck before throwing a pair of vicious fists at Lissie, causing her to stumble slightly and break her hold.
Alice takes advantage of the momentary lapse, quickly scanning her surroundings before hurling her bodyweight backwards in an attempt to take Lissie down with her. But Lissie is not one to be caught off guard, and she deftly ducks her head free from Alice's grasp. As Alice lands awkwardly on the mat, bent over and disoriented, Lissie sees her opportunity and swiftly hooks Alice's arms, preparing to execute a punishing move of her own.
Sting: CROWN OF THORNES! CROWN OF THORNES!
Foote: NO, not like this.
Hope goes for the cover.
One
Two
Three….
Sting: I DON”T BELIEVE THIS!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND NEWWWWWW NEW WORLD CHAMPION… LISSIE HOPE!!!
Hope has tears streaming down her face as she grapes the New World Championship high above her head – Alice coming too daggers her eyes toward the new champion… she can barely believe her shoulders were down for the three count.
Foote: English is going to have a heart attack… this wasn’t supposed to happen!
The lights in the arena dim and a hush falls over the crowd as the heavy synths of Grimes' "You'll Miss Me When I'm Not Around’ fill the arena. The audience rises to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of former four-time World Champion, "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope. As Grimes sings the pre-chorus, the cheers grow louder and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, acknowledging the signs of support from the front rows with high-fives.
She sprints down the ramp, slides under the bottom rope, and bounces to her feet, raising her arms to the crowd. After tossing her "Hero" tee-shirt to the fans, she climbs the corner to acknowledge them before waiting for the opening bell.
Foote: Lissie hope looks ready and determined, but looks aren’t everything.
Sting: You got that right Foot, looks aren’t everythings, but if looks cold kill, this woman might be a mass murderer!
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Anderson: And making her way to the ring, weighting in at 142. She is the Combat Unlimited Lethal Trial NEW WORLD CHAMPIOOOOOOOOON! The BRUTAL Bitch herself, ALICE GEMINIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
The arena erupts as ‘Widdershins’ by King 810 booms through the speakers and bright green lights flash rapidly. Alice steps out onto the stage, New World Championship wrapped around her waist, and takes a moment to bask in the electric atmosphere before defiantly throwing up her middle fingers at the frenzied crowd, biting her bottom lip in a display of raw aggression.
Making her way down the ramp, she stops at fans, making them flinch before laughing it off with devilish glee. She hops onto the apron, dropping to a single knee and unleashes a primal scream, capturing the attention of every camera in the arena. Sliding into the ring, she charges to the nearest corner and starts to kick the bottom rope to fire herself up. With both hands forming dual-wielding pistols, she points them straight at the camera. The lights raise and the referee takes the belt from the champion, holding in the air.
Sting: This is what it’s all about.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings. They lock up, and Lissie gains the upper hand, pushing Alice back against the turnbuckle. The referee moves for the break as neither woman gains the upper hand and Lissie raises her hands in surrender. Alice responds with a swift kick to the stomach, receiving a warning from the referee which she disregards, moving Lissie now to the corner where she begins to lay on punches.
Sting: Alice needs to be careful.
Foote: Champions advantage, Stacey - Alice can do whatever the fuck she wants.
Sting: Not if JJ has anything to say about it! Lissie, finally responding with a fierce right followed by a dropick, bringing the champ now to heel.
Alice rises shakily, but soon steadies herself and unleashes a vicious blow to Lissie's face. Lissie retaliates, but is met with a jaw-shattering counterpunch. The savage crowd roars with excitement as the two women continue to batter each other, each one determined to emerge victorious from this brutal bout. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and blood as they trade blow after blow, neither willing to give an inch
Foote: Incredible - neither woman giving in!
The two wrestlers both draw back at the same time - throwing a stiff right, leveling their opponent. As JJ Hoffman begins his count, the audience show their approval, the sounds of the fists pounding on the steel barricade almost drowning him out. They both get to their feet and continue to trade blows, each one trying to gain the advantage once more - Alice. Lissie. Alice. Lisse. Lissie. Lissie! Alice starts to stumble, attempting to swap to a knee but, but Lissie sees her coming, hefting her onto her shoulders before planting her down hard with a Death Valley Driver. A falling fist jolts the champ, but only receives a two count as Alice kicks out.
Sting: Not putting the champ down that easily!
Foote: Speaking of putting down, woof - have you tried the new Hawaiian ham? I ordered this thing last night and tried to get it down but just like Alice Gemini, it kept getting back up.
Sting: What a fantastic endorsement for our former sponsor…and a thump to the eye from the champ while Hoffman is distracted!
Foote: Champions advantage!
Alice rebounds off the ropes with a look of ruthless determination, her forearm smashing into the Heroine's already blinded face with devastating force. She goes for the pin, but only manages to get a two-and-a-half count. Frustration starts to set in, and Alice's temper flares as she begins to taunt Lissie, hurling insults at her while pummeling her skull with stiff rights, demanding that she give up.
But Lissie isn't one to back down easily. With sheer perseverance, she rises to her feet, shrugging off Alice's taunts and taking the fight back to her opponent. Alic, in disbelief, goes for a second eye poke, but Lissie catches her hand in mid-air, shaking her head before driving it straight into Alice's nose with a sickening crunch.
Fired up by the taste of revenge, Lissie launches a barrage of suplexes at Alice, slamming her repeatedly into the mat with bone-jarring force. Alice is left reeling, struggling to free herself from the challenger's unrelenting grasp. Lissie seizes the opportunity, hitting Alice with a stalling German suplex and holding on for the pin. But Alice still has fight left in her, kicking out at the count of two with a defiant roar.
Foote: Not like that, little birdy!
Sting: Alice - on the mat, and Lissie, not one to be deters, sees her chance to finish the match.
She climbs to the top rope and goes a leg drop, but Alice moves out of the way at the last second!
Alice rises to her feet, a cruel smile stretching across her face as she surveys the battered and broken form of Lissie lying prone on the mat. She kneels down beside her, wagging a finger tauntingly in her face. With a vicious tug on her opponent's hair, she hauls Lissie up to her feet, still wagging her finger in her face.
Hope tries to lash out in retaliation, but Alice cuts her off with a brutal clubbing blow that sends her staggering like a dazed seal. With a sneer of contempt, Alice tosses her opponent towards the corner, beckoning the audience to cheer her on as she charges in for a brutal assault.
Corner-to-corner, Alice delivers a barrage of elbows that land with sickening force, each impact drawing a roar of delight from the bloodthirsty crowd. As the final elbow lands, Lissie crumples to the ground, gasping for air. Without missing a beat, Alice goes for the pin, counting along with the referee.
One…
Two…
NO!
To the surprise of everyone in the arena, Lissie manages to kick out just before the three-count. Alice's frustration begins to mount as she realizes that Lissie is not going down easily. The smile fades from her face, replaced by a scowl of rage. She starts to pull out all the stops, hitting Lissie with a devastating Dangerous Queen Bomb that rattles the ring. But even that isn't enough to keep Lissie down, as she kicks out once again, refusing to give up. Alice's fury boils over, and she grabs Lissie's head, pulling it in tight with a snarl of anger. The crowd can sense that things are about to take a turn for the worse, as Alice prepares to unleash her most brutal attack yet.
Sting: LADY NOSERATU LOCK!
Foote: I wish she would put me in that.
Lissie slowly pushes herself up, as she tries to shake off Gemini’s submission hold, but she has it in tight. Lissie's groans of agony fill the arena as Alice wrenches back on the hold with all her strength. But even in the midst of her pain, Lissie refuses to give up. She claws at her opponent's shoulders, trying to find some purchase to help her escape, but Alice's grip is too
strong.
The crowd is on the edge of their seats, sensing that the end is near. Alice's eyes narrow in concentration as she continues to apply pressure, determined to break Lissie's will and claim victory, but Lissie is not done yet. Summoning all of her strength, she digs deep and manages to twist her body, flipping Alice over and breaking the hold, subsequently pinning the champion's shoulders.
One..
Two..
Kickout!
Hope: Lissie, showing her experience there, but Alice responds!
Not one to be outdown, Alice rolls the challenger back onto her own shoulders.
One..
Two..
Kickout!
Alice and Lissie both get up to their feet, their faces now masks of determination as they attempt to catch their breath.
THIS IS AWESOME!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP CLAP CLAP!
THIS IS AWESOME!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP CLAP CLAP!
Sting: Listen to this sold out crowd!
Foote: I’d be right there with them Stacey, if I still had on pants.
Sting: I don’t want to know.
Both competitors faces are now contorted with pain, but neither is ready to give up just yet. Alice and Lissie lock up in the center of the ring, and Alice asserts her dominance, wrenching Lissie into a side headlock, relentlessly grinding down on her opponent's neck, eliciting agonized groans once more. Lissie retaliates with a flurry of punches aimed at Alice's side, but Alice retaliates with brutal efficiency, executing a vicious hip toss that sends Lissie crashing to the mat. As Lissie writhes in agony, Alice torments her further, twisting her neck with sickening force until she can barely breathe. Lissie struggles valiantly, but the pain is too much to bear, and she barely manages to kick out at two before collapsing back into the heap of pain.
Sting: Smart strategy by the champion, make her wear herself down and get a bit of a breather.
Lissie is forced to kick out once more. Determination setting in, she turns her chin, pressing the tip into Alice's side. Alice growls with pain, but refuses to let go as Lissie starts to rise. Two elbows give Lissie enough room to hit the ropes only for a powerful knee to the midsection to put her back down, and into another headlock, this time from the rear. Not wanting to allow her to settle in, Lissie begins to rise again, however, before she can try to counter, Alice releases her neck, spinning her out. Catching a hand, she pulls Lissie back towards her, erupting forward with a knee to her face, leveling Hope. She goes for the pin, receiving only a two count.
Foote: Looks like frustration beginning to settle in a bit.
Sting: At this point in a match, even the most professional, the most experienced wrestlers begin to feel this way. What more do I have to do? Is this even enough? Can I even win? These have to be the questions rolling around in Alice head right now.
Alice whips Lissie towards the ropes, eager to deliver a devastating blow. But Lissie, with lightning reflexes, ducks under the clothesline and counters with one of her own, causing Alice to roll out of the ring in frustration, hands planted firmly on her hips. The referee, Huffman, begins his count, but Lissie is not content to let Alice catch her breath.
She hits the opposite rope before flying over the top rope with a flying crossbody, crashing into Alice with all her weight, sending her hurtling into the barricade. The arena erupts with deafening cheers as Lissie continues her assault on the dazed and confused Alice. With the fans egging her on, Lissie drags Alice back into the ring, determined to finish what she started. But Alice is not one to be trifled with, and she springs back to her feet with a vicious kick to the back of Lissie's neck, sending her crashing to the mat. With her opponent writhing in agony, the champion turns her attention to the corner, ready to unleash even more carnage.
Sting: And now Alice going to the top rope
Foote: We don’t usually see this.
The anticipation in the air is palpable as Alice leaps off the top rope, ready to unleash a devastating move on Lissie. But in a stunning display of athleticism, Lissie springs up and catches Alice mid-air. Her eyes blazing with intensity, Lissie begins to set up for a powerbomb, but Alice is not one to go down without a fight. She latched onto Lissies neck before throwing a pair of vicious fists at Lissie, causing her to stumble slightly and break her hold.
Alice takes advantage of the momentary lapse, quickly scanning her surroundings before hurling her bodyweight backwards in an attempt to take Lissie down with her. But Lissie is not one to be caught off guard, and she deftly ducks her head free from Alice's grasp. As Alice lands awkwardly on the mat, bent over and disoriented, Lissie sees her opportunity and swiftly hooks Alice's arms, preparing to execute a punishing move of her own.
Sting: CROWN OF THORNES! CROWN OF THORNES!
Foote: NO, not like this.
Hope goes for the cover.
One
Two
Three….
Sting: I DON”T BELIEVE THIS!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND NEWWWWWW NEW WORLD CHAMPION… LISSIE HOPE!!!
Hope has tears streaming down her face as she grapes the New World Championship high above her head – Alice coming too daggers her eyes toward the new champion… she can barely believe her shoulders were down for the three count.
Foote: English is going to have a heart attack… this wasn’t supposed to happen!
Suddenly, a low, sultry voice comes over the loudspeaker.
Voice: Are you exclusive?
On the big screen, a large blue square appears, its shimmering form defying explanation, leaving the audience in a state of confusion and bewilderment. Lissie, too, is caught off guard, her eyes darting up the ramp to try and make sense of this strange occurrence.
Sting: What and who is this?
As she looks on, perplexed, a shadowy figure emerges from the back, garbed in a business suit and mask. After a long, tense moment, the mysterious figure finally extends an arm towards the ring and Lissie Hope herself. In one swift motion, they snatch off their mask, revealing the grotesquely disfigured face of none other than Casanova English.
Foote: It’s Casanova English himself!
The lights snap off and when the blue square illuminates the arena once more English is standing behind Lissie Hope – when she turns around he hits her with a codebreaker into a triangle choke variation. Hope holds onto the New World Championship as she fights and fights to break the hold.
Sting: English getting some revenge for his loss at The Denzel Porter Invitational II. Now he seems to be laying the gauntlet down for the mysterious event Arcadia…
Foote: All that blue square shit is insufferable. I deleted my Twitter.
English locks the hold in deeper and deeper – the camera zooms in on Lissie Hope’s hand going limp – she loses her grip on the New World Championship as the arena fills with jeers.
FUCK YOU ENGLISH! FUCK YOU ENGLISH! FUCK YOU ENGLISH!
Casnaova finally lets the hold go and when he does Alice steps to him – they are face to face for a moment – Lissie Hope and the New World Championship on the ground between them. English puts his hands up as if to say he’s done – and steps through the ropes.
Voice: Are you exclusive?
On the big screen, a large blue square appears, its shimmering form defying explanation, leaving the audience in a state of confusion and bewilderment. Lissie, too, is caught off guard, her eyes darting up the ramp to try and make sense of this strange occurrence.
Sting: What and who is this?
As she looks on, perplexed, a shadowy figure emerges from the back, garbed in a business suit and mask. After a long, tense moment, the mysterious figure finally extends an arm towards the ring and Lissie Hope herself. In one swift motion, they snatch off their mask, revealing the grotesquely disfigured face of none other than Casanova English.
Foote: It’s Casanova English himself!
The lights snap off and when the blue square illuminates the arena once more English is standing behind Lissie Hope – when she turns around he hits her with a codebreaker into a triangle choke variation. Hope holds onto the New World Championship as she fights and fights to break the hold.
Sting: English getting some revenge for his loss at The Denzel Porter Invitational II. Now he seems to be laying the gauntlet down for the mysterious event Arcadia…
Foote: All that blue square shit is insufferable. I deleted my Twitter.
English locks the hold in deeper and deeper – the camera zooms in on Lissie Hope’s hand going limp – she loses her grip on the New World Championship as the arena fills with jeers.
FUCK YOU ENGLISH! FUCK YOU ENGLISH! FUCK YOU ENGLISH!
Casnaova finally lets the hold go and when he does Alice steps to him – they are face to face for a moment – Lissie Hope and the New World Championship on the ground between them. English puts his hands up as if to say he’s done – and steps through the ropes.
The crowd is taking in a brief intermission after watching Lissie Hope win the New World Championship and be taken out by English. The arena is getting set up for the final deathmatch of the night as CULT prepares to crown the first winner of the Killdozer Cup. Then the big screen flashes and it’s famous televangelist Father Jim Tippet yet again – fixing the collar of his expensive suit.
Tippet: Look at the betrayal… the communist dictatorship run by one Casanova English… taking his champions out at a whim and here you are spending your money filling arena after arena to witness his moral monstrosities. Look at the blood shed spilled tonight – the blood of sinners spattering upon your faces. And look at the way you salivate at the violence.
Tippet shakes his head back and forth as the arena rings out with boos.
Tippet: Sometimes telling the truth is telling people something they don’t want to hear. I tried to save some souls, that french girl Beaufort – she doesn't belong ont his roster – she is pure – innocent. I invite her to seek refuge in my traveling tent of holiness as I boycott CULT by following it around the country. You all have no respect for true authority -- you are piled into the arena worshiping a man who tried to destroy this town. A man who refused to buckle to the way society is supposed to function. Marvin Heemeyer was a terrorist -- he destroyed the businesses that brought this town economic stimulus. He was told no and he took the opportunity from all of you -- that is what you don't see about these so called martyrs. I can prevent you from doing the same... I can save your soul.
Sting: He has no idea Beaufort likes girls huh.
Foote: Let him cook…
Foote pulls a cross necklace up over his collar and holds it as Tippet speaks. Sting shakes her head.
Tippet: I invite you call to pray with me. I invite you all to save your soul.
Tippet opens up a bible and begins to read.
Tippet: Exodus 22:3. If the sun be risen upon him, there shall be blood shed for him; for he should make full restitution; if he have nothing, then he shall be sold for his theft. Amen! English… your soul cannot be saved. I will have another offer in to buy this company by the end of the day so it can be injected with a dose of holiness.
The screen goes black and cuts back to Sting and Foote back at the announce table.
Sting: I can’t believe we are selling add space to this nutjob. We have had a wild night so far – Lissie Hope has been crowed the New World Champion – there are rumors soaring of English trying to sign JD Driftwood to a new contract and we are about to finally name who is the Killdozer Cup winner and English has promised a special prize.
Foote: Well fuck… let’s get right to the main event
Tippet: Look at the betrayal… the communist dictatorship run by one Casanova English… taking his champions out at a whim and here you are spending your money filling arena after arena to witness his moral monstrosities. Look at the blood shed spilled tonight – the blood of sinners spattering upon your faces. And look at the way you salivate at the violence.
Tippet shakes his head back and forth as the arena rings out with boos.
Tippet: Sometimes telling the truth is telling people something they don’t want to hear. I tried to save some souls, that french girl Beaufort – she doesn't belong ont his roster – she is pure – innocent. I invite her to seek refuge in my traveling tent of holiness as I boycott CULT by following it around the country. You all have no respect for true authority -- you are piled into the arena worshiping a man who tried to destroy this town. A man who refused to buckle to the way society is supposed to function. Marvin Heemeyer was a terrorist -- he destroyed the businesses that brought this town economic stimulus. He was told no and he took the opportunity from all of you -- that is what you don't see about these so called martyrs. I can prevent you from doing the same... I can save your soul.
Sting: He has no idea Beaufort likes girls huh.
Foote: Let him cook…
Foote pulls a cross necklace up over his collar and holds it as Tippet speaks. Sting shakes her head.
Tippet: I invite you call to pray with me. I invite you all to save your soul.
Tippet opens up a bible and begins to read.
Tippet: Exodus 22:3. If the sun be risen upon him, there shall be blood shed for him; for he should make full restitution; if he have nothing, then he shall be sold for his theft. Amen! English… your soul cannot be saved. I will have another offer in to buy this company by the end of the day so it can be injected with a dose of holiness.
The screen goes black and cuts back to Sting and Foote back at the announce table.
Sting: I can’t believe we are selling add space to this nutjob. We have had a wild night so far – Lissie Hope has been crowed the New World Champion – there are rumors soaring of English trying to sign JD Driftwood to a new contract and we are about to finally name who is the Killdozer Cup winner and English has promised a special prize.
Foote: Well fuck… let’s get right to the main event
Anderson: IT’S TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT!
As the drum roll of “Cherub Rock” begins, the lights in the arena die. The guitars begin, the lights flickering white in time. The song kicks into high-gear, the introduction truncated, and the lights flash with brighter intensity as the guitars get heavier and heavier, revealing the outline of a figure now standing among them. Soon, the song explodes into swing, and the lights go up, revealing Johnny Bacchus, standing on the stage, with a black baseball bat draped over his shoulders.
Sting: You can see Bacchus limping his way to the ring here – he took a major cut to his thigh as you can see it wrapped in duct tape – he stapled his own wound shut – that’s some deathmatch wrestling shit.
He wears a black peacoat over a black turtleneck, and he holds the bat with his left hand, a single black leather glove concealing it. On his head, he wears a rubber Halloween gorilla mask. He reaches up to pull it off and shakes his shaggy black hair out of his blood caked face before he tosses the mask nonchalantly into the crowd.
Foote: Johnny looks more white than usually after the blood he lost earlier tonight.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, CA, weighing in at 215 lbs… he is “The Rascal King” Jonathan Bacchus!
Bacchus idly slaps hands with any appreciative fans – he rolls his eyes at the less appreciative. At the base of the ring, he leans his bat against the steps before reaching up to grab the ropes and pull himself up. He vaults over the top rope and climbs the turnbuckle, taking a moment to take in the reaction of the crowd, boo or cheer. When he drops down, he pulls the peacoat off and tosses it over the top before pulling the turtleneck over his head and leaving it in the corner. Then he reclines back and awaits the match to start.
Sting: Max Daemon is fighting to make his way back into the title discussions in CULT!
"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 looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts, giving them and the camera a quick middle finger.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring Max Daemon!!!!
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron – but you can see he is in pain from matches earlier in the night. 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: You can see the ribs of Daemon all wrapped up here. Clearly the last match with Junko Souma took it out of him. Look at all that dried blood on his face.
Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He tosses it aside and waits patiently for the bell to ring never taking his eye off Johnny.
Foote: No love lost between these two.
Weapons are once again scattered throughout ringside – this time some fans are holding household items to offer up for abuse. Glass panes – light tubes – barbedwires wrapped fucking everything is littered about the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Daemon and Johnny waste no time and start cracking each other with hard shots to the head and face – Bacchus kicks Daemon in the injured ribs pushing him back – but Daemon retaliates with a kick of his own right into the injured thigh of Bacchus. Now Bacchus grips the mid section and takes Daemon down, but Max grabs the tender thigh of Bacchus forcing him to break the hold.
Sting: Two veterans in the business who know how to use lingering injuries against one another.
Daemon now with a harsh forearm. Daemon spins Bacchus around and drops him on the back of his head with a reverse DDT. Daemon drops a knee across the face of Bacchus then springs off the middle rope with a moonsault – Daemon kicks holding his ribs after sacrificing his own body. Daemon grabs a bag from the corner and two shoes with thumbtacks on the bottom fall out – Daemon puts them on his feet and when Bacchus is up he nails him with a superkick. Max stops down with a tack laces shoes all over Bacchus putting small holes in his body. Max puts Daemon in the corner – he runs and corner kicks Bacchus right in the face, cutting him all to shit with the tacks on the bottom of his shoe. Max stomps down with the weaponized shoes once more. Max steps on the side of Bacchis head now – the camera zooms in as Bacchus face is squished and punctured – blood pouring from his left cheek and near his temple. Max removes the shoes and puts his regular once back on as Bacchus pulls himself up in the corner.
Foote: Daemon in control of this one now. He is methodic and violent.
Sting: It is no surprise this man was the first SNUFF Champion.
Bacchus chants ring out – the crowd trying to rally him – but Daemon comes flying with a corner splash. Bacchus wobbles out of the corner right into a kick straight to the dick. Max then drives Bacchus bloody face down, smearing it into the canvas with a DDT. Max makes the cover.
One
Two..
KICKOUT!
Sting: Bacchus not willing to call it quits yet.
Foote: Looks like Max is about to perform some surgery.
Max shoots some staples from a staple gun as he walks toward Bacchus slowly. He smirks has he shoots five staples into the duct taped wound on Bacchus’ thigh. He then shoots a few into Bacchus forehead. With his Bacchus on his knees, Max strikes him in the face with a harsh knee. He then sets them back up before hitting the ropes. On the rebound, he nails Bacchus in the back of the head with a running knee.
Foote: Ebony and Ivory!
Daemon makes the cover quickly – he can already taste the beer he plans on drinking from the cup.
One!
Two!
Three!!!????
Sting: NO! BACCHUS WITH THE SHOULDER UP!
Max goes to pull Bacchus up, but he returns the favor with a low blow of his own. Max tumbles to the side at Bacchus gets his hands on a barbed wire chair and goes for revenge smashing every part of Max’s body bloodying him up. Bacchus then his a German suplex really working the injured ribs of Max. Bacchus staying hooked and brings him up for a second German – he hits a third smashing the back of Max’s head through a glass pane leaning in a corner. Bacchus shoves shards of glass into Max’s mouth and hits a running knee. Max spits out wads of glass and blood – digging into his mouth trying to prevent them from going down his throat. Bacchus nails a brainbuster on Max.
Foote: Eh, JD Driftwood’s dad used to eat glass as a bar trick. Got him a free brew every time.
Max gets up but Bacchus takes him back down with a sling blade variation, catching Max around the neck wrapping him up in a sloppy sleeper as he brings Max down to the canvas and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Foote: NO! MAX WITH THE SHOULDER UP!
Sting; It’s hard to tell how much either man has in the tank after going through two brutal matches already tonight.
Bacchus is lining Max up, but doesn’t see he pulled a fire extinguisher from a garbage can and when Bacchus comes running he gets blasted. Max picks up the extinguisher once more and smashes it into the skull of Bacchus. Max slides out of the ring and sets two tables up on the outside. He takes Bacchus to the top rope and Max flips over him with a Canadian destroyer through the stacked tables to the outside. Max is quick to get up from the debris and tosses Bacchus under the bottom rope. Max slides in and makes the cover.
Foote: This crowd going wild after that Canadian destroyer … fans chanting for Bacchus to get back into this match.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
Sting: NO KICK OUT FROM BACCHUS!
Max wraps his arm in barbedwire and locks in a camel clutch positioned dragon sleeper. He’s pushing the barbs into Bacchus and it looks like he is fading – Max breaks the hold to deliver a few elbows to the side of the head. Bacchus’ head is just wobbling back and forth and Daemon locks it back in… Bacchus manages to slip out underneath him – but is still not all there. Max sets upa table and puts Bacchus on top – he heads to the top rope and comes off with a moonsault into the cover – once again risking his ribs.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!
Sting: NO BACCHUS IS STILL IN THIS ONE! BACCHUS WILL NOT DIE!
JOHNNY BACCHUS! JOHNNY BACCHUS! JOHNNY BACCHUS!
Max slams the canvas with his fist then slides out of the ring and pulls a bed of nails from under it. He slides it in the ring as “you sick fuck” chants ring out. Bacchus is on his knees and Max rains down punch after punch into his bloody forehead. Max picks Bacchus up in a powerbomb, but Bacchus slips off of him. They exchange rights and lefts – Bacchus losing more blood and turning white with every blow – blood trickling out of his makeshift duct tape bandage.
Foote: Someone is just going to pass out from bloodloss here and that is just going to be it! This has been a brutal night of wrestling and now there is a bed of nails in the fucking ring…
Max goes for a headkick – Bacchus ducks – his eyes shoot to the bed of nails and he gulps as he flips Max over and delivers a gutwrench piledriver driving his skull into the nails but also driving then nails into the back of his own legs and ass.
Sting: THE TRAGEDY AT BUFFALO RIGHT ONTO A BED OF NAILS!!!
Black blood flows out of the top of Daemon's skull as he lays on his back on the canvas, Johnny makes the cover screaming as he pulls himself from the nails.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!
Foote: That’s it, it’s all over.
DING! DING! DING!
Medical staff flood the ring to check on both competitors as Karl Childres grabs the huge Killdozer Cup from ringside.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND FIRST KILLDOZER CUP WINNER JOHNNY BACCHUS!!!!!
Bacchus wounded bloody body is barley standing to raise the cup. Pyro shoots out of the turnbuckles – streamers and glitter fall down from the sky as Bacchus smirks – just basking in the glory.
Sting: What a tremendous journey so far from Bacchus. He won the Double Homicide Championships – but now he is will on his way to becoming a single champion. Teaming with Grace in the first match was a brilliant move to keep him as fresh as possible coming into the semi and finals matches.
Suddenly Bacchus’ theme and moment is cut off with an all too familiar sound.
Foote: Good things rarely last long when you are on top.
The lights go dim as the eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the arena.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage as the voice continues.
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
The lights turn back on as Casanova English takes a long drag off his already lit cigarette, his leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders – he holds a microphone in his other hand – his music fades out.
English: Johnny, did you think there were any happy endings for you and your pretty little girlfriend? See Johnny she has made my life a living hell… and now… now she holds the top title and you.. Well you survived this tournament I tried to kill you in. I know, you have scratched my back and I have scratched yours… but let me make this clear… there is no space for the Lissie Hope Johnny Bacchus fairytale in CULT! You are probably surprised she’s not out here congratulating you… you took over my company right? But she is probably just waking up – your girl loves to be choked.
FUCK YOU ENGLISH! FUCK YOU ENGLISH! FUCK YOU ENGLISH!
English: I promised a special prize to the winner of the tournament… and people might think you won’t take up my offer not understanding that this is more of a fucking DEMAND! I know love is a great motivator, but hate sure is stronger… I have all the details on the person who has ruined your life Johnny… a person you have been seeking out for years.
Bacchus leans over the top rope staring down the ramp at English as he speaks – the Killdozer Cup laying by his side – the blood trickling out of newly made holes in his body.
English: So Johnny… here if your prize… a shot at the New World Championship… that’s right at Heaven Sent Johnny Bacchus will face off against Lissie Hope in a crucifixion match. There just isn’t room enough for the both of you…
English sucks on his cigarette as Bacchus shakes his head in confusion… you can see tears well up in his eyes. English knocks the ash off his cigarette.
Sting: WHAT! Was this Casnaova’s plan all along?
Foote: He’s having the trash take itself out.
Sting: What a shocking kick off to year two of CULT! Join us for CULT:TV Episode 2 later this month and Heaven Sent where Johnny Bacchus will take on his girlfriend Lisse Hope for the New World Championship.
The camera zooms in on English puffing his cigarette – he smirks, flicking it at the camera as the scene fades to a CULT logo
As the drum roll of “Cherub Rock” begins, the lights in the arena die. The guitars begin, the lights flickering white in time. The song kicks into high-gear, the introduction truncated, and the lights flash with brighter intensity as the guitars get heavier and heavier, revealing the outline of a figure now standing among them. Soon, the song explodes into swing, and the lights go up, revealing Johnny Bacchus, standing on the stage, with a black baseball bat draped over his shoulders.
Sting: You can see Bacchus limping his way to the ring here – he took a major cut to his thigh as you can see it wrapped in duct tape – he stapled his own wound shut – that’s some deathmatch wrestling shit.
He wears a black peacoat over a black turtleneck, and he holds the bat with his left hand, a single black leather glove concealing it. On his head, he wears a rubber Halloween gorilla mask. He reaches up to pull it off and shakes his shaggy black hair out of his blood caked face before he tosses the mask nonchalantly into the crowd.
Foote: Johnny looks more white than usually after the blood he lost earlier tonight.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, CA, weighing in at 215 lbs… he is “The Rascal King” Jonathan Bacchus!
Bacchus idly slaps hands with any appreciative fans – he rolls his eyes at the less appreciative. At the base of the ring, he leans his bat against the steps before reaching up to grab the ropes and pull himself up. He vaults over the top rope and climbs the turnbuckle, taking a moment to take in the reaction of the crowd, boo or cheer. When he drops down, he pulls the peacoat off and tosses it over the top before pulling the turtleneck over his head and leaving it in the corner. Then he reclines back and awaits the match to start.
Sting: Max Daemon is fighting to make his way back into the title discussions in CULT!
"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 looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts, giving them and the camera a quick middle finger.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring Max Daemon!!!!
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron – but you can see he is in pain from matches earlier in the night. 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: You can see the ribs of Daemon all wrapped up here. Clearly the last match with Junko Souma took it out of him. Look at all that dried blood on his face.
Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He tosses it aside and waits patiently for the bell to ring never taking his eye off Johnny.
Foote: No love lost between these two.
Weapons are once again scattered throughout ringside – this time some fans are holding household items to offer up for abuse. Glass panes – light tubes – barbedwires wrapped fucking everything is littered about the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Daemon and Johnny waste no time and start cracking each other with hard shots to the head and face – Bacchus kicks Daemon in the injured ribs pushing him back – but Daemon retaliates with a kick of his own right into the injured thigh of Bacchus. Now Bacchus grips the mid section and takes Daemon down, but Max grabs the tender thigh of Bacchus forcing him to break the hold.
Sting: Two veterans in the business who know how to use lingering injuries against one another.
Daemon now with a harsh forearm. Daemon spins Bacchus around and drops him on the back of his head with a reverse DDT. Daemon drops a knee across the face of Bacchus then springs off the middle rope with a moonsault – Daemon kicks holding his ribs after sacrificing his own body. Daemon grabs a bag from the corner and two shoes with thumbtacks on the bottom fall out – Daemon puts them on his feet and when Bacchus is up he nails him with a superkick. Max stops down with a tack laces shoes all over Bacchus putting small holes in his body. Max puts Daemon in the corner – he runs and corner kicks Bacchus right in the face, cutting him all to shit with the tacks on the bottom of his shoe. Max stomps down with the weaponized shoes once more. Max steps on the side of Bacchis head now – the camera zooms in as Bacchus face is squished and punctured – blood pouring from his left cheek and near his temple. Max removes the shoes and puts his regular once back on as Bacchus pulls himself up in the corner.
Foote: Daemon in control of this one now. He is methodic and violent.
Sting: It is no surprise this man was the first SNUFF Champion.
Bacchus chants ring out – the crowd trying to rally him – but Daemon comes flying with a corner splash. Bacchus wobbles out of the corner right into a kick straight to the dick. Max then drives Bacchus bloody face down, smearing it into the canvas with a DDT. Max makes the cover.
One
Two..
KICKOUT!
Sting: Bacchus not willing to call it quits yet.
Foote: Looks like Max is about to perform some surgery.
Max shoots some staples from a staple gun as he walks toward Bacchus slowly. He smirks has he shoots five staples into the duct taped wound on Bacchus’ thigh. He then shoots a few into Bacchus forehead. With his Bacchus on his knees, Max strikes him in the face with a harsh knee. He then sets them back up before hitting the ropes. On the rebound, he nails Bacchus in the back of the head with a running knee.
Foote: Ebony and Ivory!
Daemon makes the cover quickly – he can already taste the beer he plans on drinking from the cup.
One!
Two!
Three!!!????
Sting: NO! BACCHUS WITH THE SHOULDER UP!
Max goes to pull Bacchus up, but he returns the favor with a low blow of his own. Max tumbles to the side at Bacchus gets his hands on a barbed wire chair and goes for revenge smashing every part of Max’s body bloodying him up. Bacchus then his a German suplex really working the injured ribs of Max. Bacchus staying hooked and brings him up for a second German – he hits a third smashing the back of Max’s head through a glass pane leaning in a corner. Bacchus shoves shards of glass into Max’s mouth and hits a running knee. Max spits out wads of glass and blood – digging into his mouth trying to prevent them from going down his throat. Bacchus nails a brainbuster on Max.
Foote: Eh, JD Driftwood’s dad used to eat glass as a bar trick. Got him a free brew every time.
Max gets up but Bacchus takes him back down with a sling blade variation, catching Max around the neck wrapping him up in a sloppy sleeper as he brings Max down to the canvas and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
Foote: NO! MAX WITH THE SHOULDER UP!
Sting; It’s hard to tell how much either man has in the tank after going through two brutal matches already tonight.
Bacchus is lining Max up, but doesn’t see he pulled a fire extinguisher from a garbage can and when Bacchus comes running he gets blasted. Max picks up the extinguisher once more and smashes it into the skull of Bacchus. Max slides out of the ring and sets two tables up on the outside. He takes Bacchus to the top rope and Max flips over him with a Canadian destroyer through the stacked tables to the outside. Max is quick to get up from the debris and tosses Bacchus under the bottom rope. Max slides in and makes the cover.
Foote: This crowd going wild after that Canadian destroyer … fans chanting for Bacchus to get back into this match.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
Sting: NO KICK OUT FROM BACCHUS!
Max wraps his arm in barbedwire and locks in a camel clutch positioned dragon sleeper. He’s pushing the barbs into Bacchus and it looks like he is fading – Max breaks the hold to deliver a few elbows to the side of the head. Bacchus’ head is just wobbling back and forth and Daemon locks it back in… Bacchus manages to slip out underneath him – but is still not all there. Max sets upa table and puts Bacchus on top – he heads to the top rope and comes off with a moonsault into the cover – once again risking his ribs.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!!
Sting: NO BACCHUS IS STILL IN THIS ONE! BACCHUS WILL NOT DIE!
JOHNNY BACCHUS! JOHNNY BACCHUS! JOHNNY BACCHUS!
Max slams the canvas with his fist then slides out of the ring and pulls a bed of nails from under it. He slides it in the ring as “you sick fuck” chants ring out. Bacchus is on his knees and Max rains down punch after punch into his bloody forehead. Max picks Bacchus up in a powerbomb, but Bacchus slips off of him. They exchange rights and lefts – Bacchus losing more blood and turning white with every blow – blood trickling out of his makeshift duct tape bandage.
Foote: Someone is just going to pass out from bloodloss here and that is just going to be it! This has been a brutal night of wrestling and now there is a bed of nails in the fucking ring…
Max goes for a headkick – Bacchus ducks – his eyes shoot to the bed of nails and he gulps as he flips Max over and delivers a gutwrench piledriver driving his skull into the nails but also driving then nails into the back of his own legs and ass.
Sting: THE TRAGEDY AT BUFFALO RIGHT ONTO A BED OF NAILS!!!
Black blood flows out of the top of Daemon's skull as he lays on his back on the canvas, Johnny makes the cover screaming as he pulls himself from the nails.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!!
Foote: That’s it, it’s all over.
DING! DING! DING!
Medical staff flood the ring to check on both competitors as Karl Childres grabs the huge Killdozer Cup from ringside.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND FIRST KILLDOZER CUP WINNER JOHNNY BACCHUS!!!!!
Bacchus wounded bloody body is barley standing to raise the cup. Pyro shoots out of the turnbuckles – streamers and glitter fall down from the sky as Bacchus smirks – just basking in the glory.
Sting: What a tremendous journey so far from Bacchus. He won the Double Homicide Championships – but now he is will on his way to becoming a single champion. Teaming with Grace in the first match was a brilliant move to keep him as fresh as possible coming into the semi and finals matches.
Suddenly Bacchus’ theme and moment is cut off with an all too familiar sound.
Foote: Good things rarely last long when you are on top.
The lights go dim as the eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the arena.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage as the voice continues.
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
The lights turn back on as Casanova English takes a long drag off his already lit cigarette, his leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders – he holds a microphone in his other hand – his music fades out.
English: Johnny, did you think there were any happy endings for you and your pretty little girlfriend? See Johnny she has made my life a living hell… and now… now she holds the top title and you.. Well you survived this tournament I tried to kill you in. I know, you have scratched my back and I have scratched yours… but let me make this clear… there is no space for the Lissie Hope Johnny Bacchus fairytale in CULT! You are probably surprised she’s not out here congratulating you… you took over my company right? But she is probably just waking up – your girl loves to be choked.
FUCK YOU ENGLISH! FUCK YOU ENGLISH! FUCK YOU ENGLISH!
English: I promised a special prize to the winner of the tournament… and people might think you won’t take up my offer not understanding that this is more of a fucking DEMAND! I know love is a great motivator, but hate sure is stronger… I have all the details on the person who has ruined your life Johnny… a person you have been seeking out for years.
Bacchus leans over the top rope staring down the ramp at English as he speaks – the Killdozer Cup laying by his side – the blood trickling out of newly made holes in his body.
English: So Johnny… here if your prize… a shot at the New World Championship… that’s right at Heaven Sent Johnny Bacchus will face off against Lissie Hope in a crucifixion match. There just isn’t room enough for the both of you…
English sucks on his cigarette as Bacchus shakes his head in confusion… you can see tears well up in his eyes. English knocks the ash off his cigarette.
Sting: WHAT! Was this Casnaova’s plan all along?
Foote: He’s having the trash take itself out.
Sting: What a shocking kick off to year two of CULT! Join us for CULT:TV Episode 2 later this month and Heaven Sent where Johnny Bacchus will take on his girlfriend Lisse Hope for the New World Championship.
The camera zooms in on English puffing his cigarette – he smirks, flicking it at the camera as the scene fades to a CULT logo
