CU:LT S01E01
Charlie Wagner stopped watching wrestling when he realized coming onto the end of Jr. high it wasn’t going to get him any type of pussy. It was still on sometimes in the background at some of his friend’s places but he never really paid attention anymore – but here he was on his 21st birthday out in the middle of the desert getting ready to watch a wrestling show live with two of his best friends and boy what a better time to drop a few tabs of acid and forget what the hell is going on in the fucked up world. Charlie and his buddies put a few tabs on their tongues and let them melt – it didn’t seem like the fun kind… no Disney characters on it – just a small black and white of Charles Manson – how fitting.
Charlie: I mean at least when we are high we will think this shit is real. There is some real fucked up gimmicks on this show.
Charlie’s Insignificant Friend: I don’t know man this isn’t that bubble gum shit, I hear there guys really fuck each other up out there. I just can’t wait to see all the lights.
The friends laugh at the lame joke and stagger through the desert, the thousands of metal chairs lined up… burning barrels a safe distance for warmth as the sun is just about to go down. Charlie reaches out trying to move his fingers through the colors in the sky. A security guard moves him along to the front row.
Charlie’s Other Friend: Yeah man there is some freak on tonight who has an asshole for a mouth. If anyone thinks we came for the wrestling they are as high as we are.
Charlie: Where the fuck did you get this acid anyway?
Charlie’s Other Friend: Some guy tattooed from neck to asshole.. Said something about if we need more just say that word out loud. I unno, big fucking scary dude so it must be good shit.
Music thunders through the open landscape echoing off hills in the distance. Charlie feels every vibration as he looks to the staging just poking out of the sand - flashing lights and a big screen – he could taste the kaleidoscope of hues –- all the sudden in didn’t matter he had negative twenty bucks in his bank account with the bastards about to pull another hundred for overdraft fees.
His knees give out, he falls down gently –- into the metal chair like it’s his grandad's recliner.
The sun is just setting as the camera opens to thousands sitting and standing in the desert back dropped by a staging seemingly growing up from the ground itself -- the big screen bookended by two makeshift black sky boxes.
Sting: We’re here in the Mojave Desert, not far from where the notorious Manson Family’s hideout was at Baker Ranch on the fringes of Hollywood baby -- symbolic to how many roster members have felt their whole careers.
Foote: Listen little lady this is history being made right here in front of us. This is one of the most hyped events I have been a part of in all my decades in pro wrestlin’.
The crowd is roaring, drinks are flying as fireworks blast into the air as Victoria Park by Cleopatrick blasts in all directions out into open nature. “CU:LT” chants break through the music before the fiending masses even have a chance to witness even the first mat.
Ring announcer Colin Anderson stands in the middle of the ring as the music cuts for a moment along with the lights outlining the big screen.
Foote: I have a feelin’ we are about to hear from our fearless leader.
The eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the landscape.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Casanova English walks out on the stage, dressed in a gray suit, his face stitch make-up usually reserved for big matches is proudly plastered on. A lit cigarette hangs out of his mouth. The crowd is in a frenzy, more for the show to kick off than the CU:LT leader himself. The voice continues….
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
English takes a long drag off his cigarette. He scowls at the crowd, giving a slight smirk, before Bash Daddy slowly walks from behind the curtains to join him -- the towering man shirtless, wearing black jeans and a leather mask holding what appears to be a championship in a black velvet bag.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, the owner of Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials, CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
Sting: That has to be the goods right there. The top prize in this company is going to be awarded to one of three people here tonight.
Foote: Gonna be one hell of a fight for this hunk-a-gold.
English and Bash Daddy look at one another and smirk before walking down the ramp slowly. English stops to blow smoke in the general direction of some fans. English slowly struts up the steps onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes, Bash following suit. English takes the microphone from Colin Anderson who steps out of the ring and takes a seat by the announce table.
Sting: The idea of a man like English running his own company worries so many in the industry. This is a man who has been accused of leading to someone’s death in the ring. I think people are worried about the matches here -- but English has made it clear it will be a mix of traditional wrestling and deathmatches.
Foote: A chair, bare fists -- who cares as long as a son-a-bitch is bleedin’.
English soaks in the cheering blood thirsty crowd for a moment, taking a final drag off his cigarette before tossing it to the mat and stepping on it.
English: Welcome to CU:LT. This is a place for the people who have been overlooked in this sport and underappreciated. This is for the ones that actually want to test their combat skills and not just be corporate Twitter mouth pieces on behalf of their brand. This is a place for sharp tongues and blunt strikes. This is the place veterans come to prove they still have it, and rookies attempt to prove they are cut out to have the privilege of bleeding for each and every one of you.
English points to the crowd and they pop. He smiles, knowing they just ate from his hand.
English: Still as sick as ever, but I hope to show you once and for all what you are seeing is a privilege. We don’t have to do any of this for you… especially you in the skyboxes spending two fucking grand a seat in a structure we slapped together in less than 24 hours. And you don’t get to be down here with the savages and heathens, we’ll keep you up there shelters and observing, out of the splash zone of spit blood and teeth and all the wonderful souvenirs these CU:LT followers get to take home.
English points around the whole first row before leaning over the top rope and speaking directly into the hardcam.
English: Let me once and for all explain, before this show kicks off, just what Manson Family Values means, what this show is to represent in the timeline of professional wrestling.
English steps back off the ropes and snaps his fingers. Bash Daddy reveals the CU:LT New World Championships. He holds it high above his head for the cheering crowd, and image of Charlie Manson in the center of the title.
English: Now, I know many of you think it’s a PR nightmare to have the image of Manson associated with this PPV, associated with this championship. Manson believed in some horrible things, especially conspiracies regarding The Black Panthers. He may not have killed anyone but he ordered some of the most heinous crimes in American history -- that’s not to be ignored. That’s to be reflected on. But tonight we take this image, we take it and commercialize it. We push it back in the face of the establishment who took this story and glorified it and wrote books and big Hollywood productions and have the audacity to tell society it is sick for consuming it. This is for those who followed Charlie, those who felt disenfranchised and were brainwashed into following a movement they didn’t understand. At the same time Manson was a man declined by the mainstream, mined for his creativity, his music and talent stolen by high profile acts and he was left to rot on a diet of acid and illusion which ultimately led to his insanity. Tonight we take the fringe back, we take the oddity movement back and we celebrate our differences… this CU:LT is for everyone, this CU:LT is here for you to take control of your own life, your own destiny and tonight in the main event we have a rookie sandwiched between two decades of overlooked professional wrestlers on either side of her.
Sting: He is talking about Jaka vs Hopkins vs Knox here tonight. I’m glad English addressed the elephant in the room. I’ve got some DMs about the imagery of Manson being used for this PPV.
English: Tonight we unveil a stage for new and established stars to truly shine. We have Owen Gonsalves going up against JD Driftwood in what will set the standard going forward of what classic wrestling looks like to this company when they fight for the CU:LT Classic Championship. Four others will pay with a pint of blood in one of the sickest matches to prove who deathmatch royalty truly is. We’ll have two of the hottest teams in the business today duke it out inside a barbed wire steel cage. Tonight each and every one of these people march through the dirt of the desert and open the door to the arenas they fucking belong in. This is a gateway, the opposite of all the bullshit gatekeeping I’ve seen over the years.
English pulls another cigarette from his breast pocket and places it between his lips. He hands the mic to Bash for a moment as he lights the cigarette while the crowd is in a complete frenzy. He takes the mic back, blowing some smoke into the crowd.
English: But I have taken up enough of your time -- this ain’t about me. Not anymore. Manson after getting caught end going to court said “Me, I’m nobody” well tonight… all of us prove… we are all somebody.
English smirks, puffing on his cigarette as a close up of a graphic of the first match fills the big screen and the PPV feed.
Sting: What a great opening message from English as surprised as I am to say that. He has really thought out how this promotion works.
Foote: He wants to raise these boys stock and finally get them all fuckin’ paid… without breaking his own bank account. Fella is a genius if you ask me.
Sting: We’re here in the Mojave Desert, not far from where the notorious Manson Family’s hideout was at Baker Ranch on the fringes of Hollywood baby -- symbolic to how many roster members have felt their whole careers.
Foote: Listen little lady this is history being made right here in front of us. This is one of the most hyped events I have been a part of in all my decades in pro wrestlin’.
The crowd is roaring, drinks are flying as fireworks blast into the air as Victoria Park by Cleopatrick blasts in all directions out into open nature. “CU:LT” chants break through the music before the fiending masses even have a chance to witness even the first mat.
Ring announcer Colin Anderson stands in the middle of the ring as the music cuts for a moment along with the lights outlining the big screen.
Foote: I have a feelin’ we are about to hear from our fearless leader.
The eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the landscape.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Casanova English walks out on the stage, dressed in a gray suit, his face stitch make-up usually reserved for big matches is proudly plastered on. A lit cigarette hangs out of his mouth. The crowd is in a frenzy, more for the show to kick off than the CU:LT leader himself. The voice continues….
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
English takes a long drag off his cigarette. He scowls at the crowd, giving a slight smirk, before Bash Daddy slowly walks from behind the curtains to join him -- the towering man shirtless, wearing black jeans and a leather mask holding what appears to be a championship in a black velvet bag.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, the owner of Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials, CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
Sting: That has to be the goods right there. The top prize in this company is going to be awarded to one of three people here tonight.
Foote: Gonna be one hell of a fight for this hunk-a-gold.
English and Bash Daddy look at one another and smirk before walking down the ramp slowly. English stops to blow smoke in the general direction of some fans. English slowly struts up the steps onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes, Bash following suit. English takes the microphone from Colin Anderson who steps out of the ring and takes a seat by the announce table.
Sting: The idea of a man like English running his own company worries so many in the industry. This is a man who has been accused of leading to someone’s death in the ring. I think people are worried about the matches here -- but English has made it clear it will be a mix of traditional wrestling and deathmatches.
Foote: A chair, bare fists -- who cares as long as a son-a-bitch is bleedin’.
English soaks in the cheering blood thirsty crowd for a moment, taking a final drag off his cigarette before tossing it to the mat and stepping on it.
English: Welcome to CU:LT. This is a place for the people who have been overlooked in this sport and underappreciated. This is for the ones that actually want to test their combat skills and not just be corporate Twitter mouth pieces on behalf of their brand. This is a place for sharp tongues and blunt strikes. This is the place veterans come to prove they still have it, and rookies attempt to prove they are cut out to have the privilege of bleeding for each and every one of you.
English points to the crowd and they pop. He smiles, knowing they just ate from his hand.
English: Still as sick as ever, but I hope to show you once and for all what you are seeing is a privilege. We don’t have to do any of this for you… especially you in the skyboxes spending two fucking grand a seat in a structure we slapped together in less than 24 hours. And you don’t get to be down here with the savages and heathens, we’ll keep you up there shelters and observing, out of the splash zone of spit blood and teeth and all the wonderful souvenirs these CU:LT followers get to take home.
English points around the whole first row before leaning over the top rope and speaking directly into the hardcam.
English: Let me once and for all explain, before this show kicks off, just what Manson Family Values means, what this show is to represent in the timeline of professional wrestling.
English steps back off the ropes and snaps his fingers. Bash Daddy reveals the CU:LT New World Championships. He holds it high above his head for the cheering crowd, and image of Charlie Manson in the center of the title.
English: Now, I know many of you think it’s a PR nightmare to have the image of Manson associated with this PPV, associated with this championship. Manson believed in some horrible things, especially conspiracies regarding The Black Panthers. He may not have killed anyone but he ordered some of the most heinous crimes in American history -- that’s not to be ignored. That’s to be reflected on. But tonight we take this image, we take it and commercialize it. We push it back in the face of the establishment who took this story and glorified it and wrote books and big Hollywood productions and have the audacity to tell society it is sick for consuming it. This is for those who followed Charlie, those who felt disenfranchised and were brainwashed into following a movement they didn’t understand. At the same time Manson was a man declined by the mainstream, mined for his creativity, his music and talent stolen by high profile acts and he was left to rot on a diet of acid and illusion which ultimately led to his insanity. Tonight we take the fringe back, we take the oddity movement back and we celebrate our differences… this CU:LT is for everyone, this CU:LT is here for you to take control of your own life, your own destiny and tonight in the main event we have a rookie sandwiched between two decades of overlooked professional wrestlers on either side of her.
Sting: He is talking about Jaka vs Hopkins vs Knox here tonight. I’m glad English addressed the elephant in the room. I’ve got some DMs about the imagery of Manson being used for this PPV.
English: Tonight we unveil a stage for new and established stars to truly shine. We have Owen Gonsalves going up against JD Driftwood in what will set the standard going forward of what classic wrestling looks like to this company when they fight for the CU:LT Classic Championship. Four others will pay with a pint of blood in one of the sickest matches to prove who deathmatch royalty truly is. We’ll have two of the hottest teams in the business today duke it out inside a barbed wire steel cage. Tonight each and every one of these people march through the dirt of the desert and open the door to the arenas they fucking belong in. This is a gateway, the opposite of all the bullshit gatekeeping I’ve seen over the years.
English pulls another cigarette from his breast pocket and places it between his lips. He hands the mic to Bash for a moment as he lights the cigarette while the crowd is in a complete frenzy. He takes the mic back, blowing some smoke into the crowd.
English: But I have taken up enough of your time -- this ain’t about me. Not anymore. Manson after getting caught end going to court said “Me, I’m nobody” well tonight… all of us prove… we are all somebody.
English smirks, puffing on his cigarette as a close up of a graphic of the first match fills the big screen and the PPV feed.
Sting: What a great opening message from English as surprised as I am to say that. He has really thought out how this promotion works.
Foote: He wants to raise these boys stock and finally get them all fuckin’ paid… without breaking his own bank account. Fella is a genius if you ask me.
A rocket drops from the bottom of the big screen to the stage and there is a countdown voice over from 5 which fans count down to the pod door opens and Eye In The Sky by The Alan Parsons Project hits – Ace Sky walks out in an aviator jacket and his usual in ring attire.
Anderson: Weighing in at 185lbs standing 5'8" from Houston Texas… ACE SKY!
Sting: It has to feel like an honor to be the first wrestler to enter a CU:LT ring.
Foote: Yeah, we really pulled out all the stops. Trudging through the sand on the way to the ring doesn't make me too excited about future production values.
Ace salutes a peace sign and jogs down the aisle way high-fiving as many fans as possible on both sides then he dashes forward leaps upon the apron and flings himself in with a front flip followed by a series of three front handsprings and a rolling savate kick.
Foote: Holy fuckin shit, I’d pull my hamstring trying to leap up on the apron alone these days. This little bastard is feelin’ froggy.
“Comin’ Thru The Stereo (Hollywood Undead Feat. Hyro The Hero) hits and crowd cheers as Serena Riot walks out through the entrance and stomps toward the ring… barbed wire bat in hand.
Anderson: Standing 5’’10' weighing in at 150lbs from Cleveland, OH… SERENA RIOTTT!
Sting: Ace hasn’t had much time to adjust, right before Gideon Cross dropped out of the match.
Foote: Seems like a pussy move, and he stuck poor Sky here with some crazy bitch with a bat… oh… Ace not letting her get an advantage.
Riot is about to get into the ring, but as she turns from taunting to the crowd Sky comes flying over the top rope with a picture perfect front flip that takes Riot out cutting her music off in the process.
Sky tosses Riot into the ring and joins her by hopping up on the apron then springing off the top rope with a leg drop across the throat.
Sting: The agility by Ace is unmatched. Sky just isn’t a last name, it's where this man lives.
Foote: I have to respect him trying to get an edge early here. He was caught toff guard by the opponent's change, why not even the odds?
DING, DING, DING!
Sky comes off the ropes driving his knees into Riot’s face. Sky is on fire throwing his arms up the crowd. Sky climbs to the top rope and comes off with a 450 splash for a cover early on in the match.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: He is going to have his work cut out for him, there is a reason Riot is called “The GOAT” in some circles.
Sky scoops Riot up, but she delivers a headbutt with the crown of her head right into his jaw. Riot starts backing Sky up with some stiff chops. Riot nails a superkick and Sky falls back but springs back up hitting his shoulders off the ropes only to eat a classic body slam.
Foote: Now it’s Riot’s turn to put it on here. Lets see if Ace’s early attack will have any effect.
Sky is quick to get back up, but with a two inch height disadvantage Riot nails him with a big boot that the crowd pops huge for as spit flies from Ace’s mouth. Riot smirks, taking in the moment as she flips Sky over into a Texas clover leaf – Sky is quick to push her off and nips up catching Riot with a snap DDT on the way back down. Sky goes to the corner as Riot spins around and he spins her around further with head scissors sending Riot into the turnbuckle in a seated position. Sky does a headstand on the turnbuckle and then swings down with all the momentum delivering a drop kick to the face of Riot. She rolls out to the center of the ring holding her face.
Sting: Innovative offense by Ace Sky, the man does something different every time he gets in the ring.
Foote: Look ya can be as flashy as you want all it takes is one move for your head to come off. I got by with a big fucking boot alone for 90 percent of my career.
Ace takes to the top rope and flies off with a shooting star press – but Riot rolls out of the way – Sky adjusts landing on his feet. He flips backward with a Pele kick, but Riot catches the ankle on the way through, twists and locks in the Texas clover leaf she couldn't earlier on in the match.
Foote: Hard to leap and jump if your legs are ripped off.
Riot is bending and bending, trying to make Sky break as he screams in pain. Some fans start beating on the metal guardrail cheering Ace on. He reaches for the rope – Riot pulls him to the center of the ring putting all kinds of pressure on the lower back.
Foote: Fuck it lets see a man ripped in half during match one.
Sting: Christ I don’t know how I got I paired with you. Ace is trying hard to break free.
Sky reaches out with one arm and then twists his body, getting Riot off balance and sending her out of the ring through the ropes. Sky holds his lower back as Riot gets to her feet. Sky sees this and musters the energy to leap onto the apron and soccer kicks Riot right in the face. As she is holding her jaw Sky leaps up springs off the second rope with a picture perfect moonsault.
Ace is up first and spins taunting to the crowd before throwing Riot under the bottom rope and covers quickly.
1
2
3??
KICKOUT!
Ace slams his fist into the match with abit of frustration. He pushes Riot to the turnbuckle and gets her up to the top, he leans down and leaps up with a hurricanrana.
Sting: The Helium Hop!
Riot flips through the air and lands on her feet, Sky doesn’t realize until Riot grabs him from behind and hits a german suplex with a bridge.
1
2
3????
KICKOUT!!!
Sting: I think this all comes down to who is able to hit their variation of the shooting star press. Sky uses it as a finisher and for Riot is a bit more of a set up move, but I can see both of them battling for that spot.
Riot smiles knowing she might have underestimated her opponent. The two lock up in the center of the ring now with Ace getting the advantage sweeping the legs then monkey flipping Riot back into the corner – she banks off the turnbuckle and lands on her head. Sky springs off the second rope with a lionsault and covers.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!!
Sting: Quick kick out there by Serena Riot, she has been in this position in the past.
Ace is not letting up grabbing Riot by the hair to bring her up. He hooks her arms and leans back hoisting her up back to back and drops her on the back of her neck with a vertebreaker.
Foote: That move has always been nasty, he calls it the end of life and with Riot’s eyes rolling into the back of her head here I gots to say he named it well.
Sky looks down at his opponent considering covering, but his affection for heights takes hold as he climbs to the top rope once more, he puts his arms up singling for the Galaxy Leap.
Sting: Perfect form, but Riot rolls out of the way. Sky lands on his feet, but — oh – Riot just met him with a nasty big boot for the second time in this match.
She puts Sky’s head between her legs and drives his skull to the mat with a piledriver she calls Psychosis. This time Riot surveys the damage, then heads to the rope herself.
Foote: Did ya learn nothing from the tumble Sky just took?
Riot doesn’t take the time to taunt, she just comes off with a shooting star of her own hitting Sky chest to chest. His legs kick up and he holds his sternum as air the air is driven from his lungs.
Sting: Demon drop.
1
2
3?????
DING, DING, DING!!!!
Anderson: The winner of this match Serena Riot!
Sting: I know English has tried meeting with Riot to see if she would be interested in signing a longer contract with the company but she maintains this is a one off affair. She just wanted to slide in and help out when Cross decided to exit the company.
Foote: It’s a tough damn loss for this Sky fella. This guy worked his ass off and he was rewarded by a last minute opponent change. You have to wonder what the next message he sends along to English will be.
Anderson: Weighing in at 185lbs standing 5'8" from Houston Texas… ACE SKY!
Sting: It has to feel like an honor to be the first wrestler to enter a CU:LT ring.
Foote: Yeah, we really pulled out all the stops. Trudging through the sand on the way to the ring doesn't make me too excited about future production values.
Ace salutes a peace sign and jogs down the aisle way high-fiving as many fans as possible on both sides then he dashes forward leaps upon the apron and flings himself in with a front flip followed by a series of three front handsprings and a rolling savate kick.
Foote: Holy fuckin shit, I’d pull my hamstring trying to leap up on the apron alone these days. This little bastard is feelin’ froggy.
“Comin’ Thru The Stereo (Hollywood Undead Feat. Hyro The Hero) hits and crowd cheers as Serena Riot walks out through the entrance and stomps toward the ring… barbed wire bat in hand.
Anderson: Standing 5’’10' weighing in at 150lbs from Cleveland, OH… SERENA RIOTTT!
Sting: Ace hasn’t had much time to adjust, right before Gideon Cross dropped out of the match.
Foote: Seems like a pussy move, and he stuck poor Sky here with some crazy bitch with a bat… oh… Ace not letting her get an advantage.
Riot is about to get into the ring, but as she turns from taunting to the crowd Sky comes flying over the top rope with a picture perfect front flip that takes Riot out cutting her music off in the process.
Sky tosses Riot into the ring and joins her by hopping up on the apron then springing off the top rope with a leg drop across the throat.
Sting: The agility by Ace is unmatched. Sky just isn’t a last name, it's where this man lives.
Foote: I have to respect him trying to get an edge early here. He was caught toff guard by the opponent's change, why not even the odds?
DING, DING, DING!
Sky comes off the ropes driving his knees into Riot’s face. Sky is on fire throwing his arms up the crowd. Sky climbs to the top rope and comes off with a 450 splash for a cover early on in the match.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: He is going to have his work cut out for him, there is a reason Riot is called “The GOAT” in some circles.
Sky scoops Riot up, but she delivers a headbutt with the crown of her head right into his jaw. Riot starts backing Sky up with some stiff chops. Riot nails a superkick and Sky falls back but springs back up hitting his shoulders off the ropes only to eat a classic body slam.
Foote: Now it’s Riot’s turn to put it on here. Lets see if Ace’s early attack will have any effect.
Sky is quick to get back up, but with a two inch height disadvantage Riot nails him with a big boot that the crowd pops huge for as spit flies from Ace’s mouth. Riot smirks, taking in the moment as she flips Sky over into a Texas clover leaf – Sky is quick to push her off and nips up catching Riot with a snap DDT on the way back down. Sky goes to the corner as Riot spins around and he spins her around further with head scissors sending Riot into the turnbuckle in a seated position. Sky does a headstand on the turnbuckle and then swings down with all the momentum delivering a drop kick to the face of Riot. She rolls out to the center of the ring holding her face.
Sting: Innovative offense by Ace Sky, the man does something different every time he gets in the ring.
Foote: Look ya can be as flashy as you want all it takes is one move for your head to come off. I got by with a big fucking boot alone for 90 percent of my career.
Ace takes to the top rope and flies off with a shooting star press – but Riot rolls out of the way – Sky adjusts landing on his feet. He flips backward with a Pele kick, but Riot catches the ankle on the way through, twists and locks in the Texas clover leaf she couldn't earlier on in the match.
Foote: Hard to leap and jump if your legs are ripped off.
Riot is bending and bending, trying to make Sky break as he screams in pain. Some fans start beating on the metal guardrail cheering Ace on. He reaches for the rope – Riot pulls him to the center of the ring putting all kinds of pressure on the lower back.
Foote: Fuck it lets see a man ripped in half during match one.
Sting: Christ I don’t know how I got I paired with you. Ace is trying hard to break free.
Sky reaches out with one arm and then twists his body, getting Riot off balance and sending her out of the ring through the ropes. Sky holds his lower back as Riot gets to her feet. Sky sees this and musters the energy to leap onto the apron and soccer kicks Riot right in the face. As she is holding her jaw Sky leaps up springs off the second rope with a picture perfect moonsault.
Ace is up first and spins taunting to the crowd before throwing Riot under the bottom rope and covers quickly.
1
2
3??
KICKOUT!
Ace slams his fist into the match with abit of frustration. He pushes Riot to the turnbuckle and gets her up to the top, he leans down and leaps up with a hurricanrana.
Sting: The Helium Hop!
Riot flips through the air and lands on her feet, Sky doesn’t realize until Riot grabs him from behind and hits a german suplex with a bridge.
1
2
3????
KICKOUT!!!
Sting: I think this all comes down to who is able to hit their variation of the shooting star press. Sky uses it as a finisher and for Riot is a bit more of a set up move, but I can see both of them battling for that spot.
Riot smiles knowing she might have underestimated her opponent. The two lock up in the center of the ring now with Ace getting the advantage sweeping the legs then monkey flipping Riot back into the corner – she banks off the turnbuckle and lands on her head. Sky springs off the second rope with a lionsault and covers.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!!
Sting: Quick kick out there by Serena Riot, she has been in this position in the past.
Ace is not letting up grabbing Riot by the hair to bring her up. He hooks her arms and leans back hoisting her up back to back and drops her on the back of her neck with a vertebreaker.
Foote: That move has always been nasty, he calls it the end of life and with Riot’s eyes rolling into the back of her head here I gots to say he named it well.
Sky looks down at his opponent considering covering, but his affection for heights takes hold as he climbs to the top rope once more, he puts his arms up singling for the Galaxy Leap.
Sting: Perfect form, but Riot rolls out of the way. Sky lands on his feet, but — oh – Riot just met him with a nasty big boot for the second time in this match.
She puts Sky’s head between her legs and drives his skull to the mat with a piledriver she calls Psychosis. This time Riot surveys the damage, then heads to the rope herself.
Foote: Did ya learn nothing from the tumble Sky just took?
Riot doesn’t take the time to taunt, she just comes off with a shooting star of her own hitting Sky chest to chest. His legs kick up and he holds his sternum as air the air is driven from his lungs.
Sting: Demon drop.
1
2
3?????
DING, DING, DING!!!!
Anderson: The winner of this match Serena Riot!
Sting: I know English has tried meeting with Riot to see if she would be interested in signing a longer contract with the company but she maintains this is a one off affair. She just wanted to slide in and help out when Cross decided to exit the company.
Foote: It’s a tough damn loss for this Sky fella. This guy worked his ass off and he was rewarded by a last minute opponent change. You have to wonder what the next message he sends along to English will be.
Backstage we see Blake O'Reilly in the lockeroom bouncing up and down. The camera zooms in on his face which is full of focus as he is trying to psych himself up for his upcoming match.
O'Reilly: This is YOUR night! YOURS! You got this! This won't be that... things night! You're a top tier talent. You're the REAL DEAL Blake O'Reilly! Her? She's a witch! And what are you? Scared of a witch As if- AAHHHH!
Blake yelped a little higher in pitch than was normal for him as he felt a hand touche his shoulder. The camera pans over showing Iggy Deluna, fellow Cult member and girlfriend to Blake O'Reilly. The young man cleared his throat and adjusted his position giving a simple head nod.
O'Reilly: Suuuuup babe
Blake leaned against his locker trying to come off cool and collected, obviously failing.
Trying to find Blake in the backstage area had been a struggle, but after about ten minutes of searching, Iggy had finally found him. There’s a little cheeky grin on her face, arms crossed over her chest as she leans against the doorway.
Deluna: Were you just in here talking to yourself?
There’s a momentary smirk on her lips, though she pushes herself away from the doorway a few seconds later.
Deluna: I just wanted to come wish you good luck and to give you this.
The necklace that was around her neck is carefully removed as she takes one of his hands and places it into his palm.
Blake looks down opening his hand to look at the necklace before a smile and raised eyebrow come up as he looks to Iggy.
O'Reilly: A good luck charm or something. I have that in the form of you buuuut I'll graciously accept this as well… especially cuz I'm facing Freddy Krueger's love child tonight.
He said with a chuckle and kiss to the top of her forehead.
O'Reilly: Thank you for this.
A gentle smile crosses her lips when he presses a kiss to the top of her forehead.
Deluna: Kind of. It also wards off bad spirits and stuff. I figured you could use it more than me. After all, I’m only up against Lissie. You’re up against… something.
Her nose crinkles slightly, brows furrowing a bit as well. She’s admittedly a little worried about how his match will turn out. But, she’s doing her best to stay in good spirits.
Deluna: Hey. You’re gonna kick all the butts tonight. No matter if it’s Bigfoot or an alien or a werewolf or whatever. I believe in you.
O'Reilly: Hey we're both gonna own our matches and walk out with a dub. This is Chapter one of the Takeover. We're bouta be pillars here just watch. But uh… we definitely gotta Sage the crib after tonight. Not taking any chances.
Blake immediately put the necklace around his neck as he taped his wrists.
Blake did his best as well to not show the concern he had for this match as he'd never faced someone quite like Jane Doe, he was trying to maintain a 'just another match' attitude. He shook his head of any bad vibes.
O'Reilly: In-N-Out feast on me after the show?
Gentle little giggle escapes her as her head shakes slightly, though she can’t help but to reach out to hold one of his hands in her own.
Deluna: Absolutely, this place is ours for the taking. Nobody’s gonna change that. No amount of spooky bitches could ever take that away from us.
Iggy shifts just slightly so she can steal a brief kiss, short and sweet and right to the point. A little cheeky grin crossing her lips a moment later.
Deluna: When have I ever said no to In-N-Out? You know me too well. Don’t let the spookies get to you, keep that big head on straight okay?
Iggy presses a kiss to his palm, brief and gentle, before letting go of his hand. She stands in the doorway again, lingering just for a moment.
Deluna: Hey, I love you. Okay, bye.
Without another word, she swiftly ducks out of the room and out of sight almost too quickly.
Blake smiled like a madman watching his girl head out. Calling out with a "I love you too!" Hearing the words I love you felt as amazing now as it did the first time he heard it. And with it it boosted his courage as the camera zoomed in on his focused facial expression.
O'Reilly: This is YOUR night! YOURS! You got this! This won't be that... things night! You're a top tier talent. You're the REAL DEAL Blake O'Reilly! Her? She's a witch! And what are you? Scared of a witch As if- AAHHHH!
Blake yelped a little higher in pitch than was normal for him as he felt a hand touche his shoulder. The camera pans over showing Iggy Deluna, fellow Cult member and girlfriend to Blake O'Reilly. The young man cleared his throat and adjusted his position giving a simple head nod.
O'Reilly: Suuuuup babe
Blake leaned against his locker trying to come off cool and collected, obviously failing.
Trying to find Blake in the backstage area had been a struggle, but after about ten minutes of searching, Iggy had finally found him. There’s a little cheeky grin on her face, arms crossed over her chest as she leans against the doorway.
Deluna: Were you just in here talking to yourself?
There’s a momentary smirk on her lips, though she pushes herself away from the doorway a few seconds later.
Deluna: I just wanted to come wish you good luck and to give you this.
The necklace that was around her neck is carefully removed as she takes one of his hands and places it into his palm.
Blake looks down opening his hand to look at the necklace before a smile and raised eyebrow come up as he looks to Iggy.
O'Reilly: A good luck charm or something. I have that in the form of you buuuut I'll graciously accept this as well… especially cuz I'm facing Freddy Krueger's love child tonight.
He said with a chuckle and kiss to the top of her forehead.
O'Reilly: Thank you for this.
A gentle smile crosses her lips when he presses a kiss to the top of her forehead.
Deluna: Kind of. It also wards off bad spirits and stuff. I figured you could use it more than me. After all, I’m only up against Lissie. You’re up against… something.
Her nose crinkles slightly, brows furrowing a bit as well. She’s admittedly a little worried about how his match will turn out. But, she’s doing her best to stay in good spirits.
Deluna: Hey. You’re gonna kick all the butts tonight. No matter if it’s Bigfoot or an alien or a werewolf or whatever. I believe in you.
O'Reilly: Hey we're both gonna own our matches and walk out with a dub. This is Chapter one of the Takeover. We're bouta be pillars here just watch. But uh… we definitely gotta Sage the crib after tonight. Not taking any chances.
Blake immediately put the necklace around his neck as he taped his wrists.
Blake did his best as well to not show the concern he had for this match as he'd never faced someone quite like Jane Doe, he was trying to maintain a 'just another match' attitude. He shook his head of any bad vibes.
O'Reilly: In-N-Out feast on me after the show?
Gentle little giggle escapes her as her head shakes slightly, though she can’t help but to reach out to hold one of his hands in her own.
Deluna: Absolutely, this place is ours for the taking. Nobody’s gonna change that. No amount of spooky bitches could ever take that away from us.
Iggy shifts just slightly so she can steal a brief kiss, short and sweet and right to the point. A little cheeky grin crossing her lips a moment later.
Deluna: When have I ever said no to In-N-Out? You know me too well. Don’t let the spookies get to you, keep that big head on straight okay?
Iggy presses a kiss to his palm, brief and gentle, before letting go of his hand. She stands in the doorway again, lingering just for a moment.
Deluna: Hey, I love you. Okay, bye.
Without another word, she swiftly ducks out of the room and out of sight almost too quickly.
Blake smiled like a madman watching his girl head out. Calling out with a "I love you too!" Hearing the words I love you felt as amazing now as it did the first time he heard it. And with it it boosted his courage as the camera zoomed in on his focused facial expression.
The first twenty eight seconds of “Doo Wop (That Thing) by Lauryn Hill plays through the desert. Green and orange lights swirl around through the crowd as a singular spotlight shines near the backstage curtains. As soon as the first eighteen seconds of music goes by, Iggy comes bursting through from behind the curtain. She’s full of energy as she steps out onto the scene with a bright grin on her face. Taking a moment to look around at the crowd, she stops at the top of the ramp, right fist thrown into the air, and the other arm tucked firmly behind her back. Soon enough, she begins to make her way briskly towards the ring. Fist bumping fans along the way, but never once breaking her stride.
Sting: I know it’s early in the game here in this company, but I can tell you right now Iggy Deluna is the future.
“It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again
'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins?
You act like you ain't hear him then give him a little trim
To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend
Like you wasn't down and you called him again?
Plus, when you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him
If you did it then, then you'd probably fuck again”
Anderson: Making her way to the ring, from Lagos, Nigeria… Weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds… She is The Revolution, Lariat Tubman… IIIGGGYYY DDDEEELLLUUUNNNAAA!
As the ring announcer makes her introduction, Iggy begins climbing up the steel steps with ease. She’s singing along to the lyrics that fill the air, bobbing her head along to the music, shimmying and swaying to the beat. She climbs over the middle rope, stepping into the ring, just until she stops in the center of it. Dropping down to her knees, hands press together in prayer form and eyes close, a brief prayer escaping her before she pops back up to her feet.
“Guys, you know you'd better watch out
Some girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing”
Foote: I know these two women have some mutual respect, but I’m hoping to see someone get their head torn off Stacy.
Iggy moves to the ropes ahead of her, stepping onto the middle rope with one boot. The other pops up behind her as she throws a fist into the air with one of her hands. She mouths some words out loudly to the crowd, who respond with loud cheers as she repeats the action on the opposite set of ropes. Grinning, she moves towards a corner, jacket removed and tossed aside as she bends at the knees. She gets in some last minute stretches, but her gaze never moves from the entrance ramp at all.
Sting: You can feel the tension in the air. Both these women have accumulated a fan base, both champions in their own right.
The heavy synths of "You'll Miss Me When I'm Not Around" by Grimes begins. The child-like adlibs and the booming bass shakes the ground underneath each audience member. They rise to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of former four-time World Champion, "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope!
Sting: I am excited for these two women to tear it down. They started jawing at each other on Twitter and it grew to a sort of mutual respect.
“I shot myself yesterday / got to Heaven anyway”
The crowd jumps out of their seats as Grimes' continues to sing into the pre-chorus. The anticipation is growing, and the cheers start to crescendo.
“If you don't bleed / then you don't die
Cross my heart / and hope to fly”
Foote: Hope is well traveled, former Action Wrestling World Champion. Has many awards and if Iggy knocks her head off here tonight it could take her to the next level.
Finally, the curtains spread and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, standing for a moment and appreciating all of the cheers being levied in her direction.
“If they could see me now / smiling six-feet underground”
She notices signs of support in the front rows, and she acknowledges those young fans with high-fives. She sprints down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. She bounces to her feet and raises her arms to the crowd.
“You'll miss me when I'm not around”
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, from New Orleans, Louisiana... standing 5'4" and weighing 143 pounds... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!
She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Hero" tee-shirt, revealing a black Under Armour exercise top and black and pink workout pants. She tosses the shirt into front rows, watching the fans fight over the memorabilia. Climbing the corner to acknowledge the fans, the song fades to a hush and she awaits the opening bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Iggy and Hope don’t waste any time and just start exchanging in the center of the ring, haymaker after haymaker, leading to forearms the crowd cheering with every blow. Hope goes for a spinning back fist but Iggy Deluna bounce off the ropes and looks as if she is preparing for an early lariat, Hope sticks half her body out through the middle rope forcing the ref to step in and allow her to get back into the ring.
Sting: She wants nothing to do with that lariat, but I know Iggy Deluna has more up her sleeve than that.
Foote: As a man who kicked peoples’ heads off for a living I’m in favor of fighting for that one big shot if that’s all it’s gonna take. And I don’t think a person on the roster is going to kick out from a closeline coming from this woman.
Once again the two meet in the center of the ring jawing at one another, Iggy making fun of Hope for having to back up and they start exchanging again – Hope kicking it off with an elbow to the jaw – Iggy in return backs her opponent up with a series of straight jabs to the face. Hope responds with a flurry of rights and lefts then two stiff kicks to the left knee dropping Iggy down. Hope uses the knee of Iggy to step up on with a kick to the face. Iggy rolls back and holds her jaw shaking her head and smirking.
Sting: A pure test of will, both just delivering shots to one another.
Foote: This is the shit we like seein’ here in CU:LT. And they are stepping face to face again.
Once again Hope and Iggy meet in the center of the ring, this time locking up. Iggy gets behind Hope with a hammer lock. Iggy hooks the other arm, twists to the front of Hope and executes a double arm suplex. Hope bounces off the mat, gets up quick and charges Iggy only to meet a belly to belly suplex.
Sting: The power by Iggy, she mad that one explosive putting her knees into the lift.
Hope kicks holding her lower back, she is up and spins around right into a vicious spinebuster by Iggy.
Foote: Ah, taking one of those unexpected you don’t get a chance to tense up your ass cheeks, ya hit the mad hard it spreads them out and hurts like fuck. Don’t miss some of those bumps.
Sting: What the fuck are you talking about…
Foote: You wouldn’t get it, never stepped in a ring.
Iggy bends down as if she is going to pin Hope, but she grabs her and squats her up, she then tosses Hope overhead with a fallaway slam. Iggy walks over to Hope and helps her to her feet, she locks up and starts to hoist Hope up into a suplex, but Hope locks her legs with Deluna making her reposition. Hope takes advantage and hits a snap suplex, she floats over and both are to their feet with Iggy’s head still trapped – Hope plants Deluna with a snap DDT.
Sting: Great move by Hope holding on for that DDT and trying to wear Iggy down.
Hope hits Deluna with a belly to belly of her own. Deluna pops back up goes for a closeline, Hope ducks under and German suplexes her opponent to a huge pop from the crowd.
Sting: The crowd is really getting behind Hope now, she needs to keep this momentum going if she wants a chance at winning.
Hope swings Iggy to the ropes, hits her with a bicycle kick bouncing her off once more – Hope nails a roundhouse kick to the head and covers quick as he opponent topples over.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Hell of a set of moves there by Hope, but Iggy keeps on battling through. If she can just set up that fucking lariat.
Iggy picks Hope up and drops her again with a body slam to weaken the lower back before grabbing one leg and bending it back. Iggy now grabs the arm to complete the half crab armlock combo.
Sting: She calls this rock the boat and Hope is in trouble.
Iggy is a pretzel about to tap, but she swings her hips and manages to break free of the hold – but not Iggy who wraps her arms around Hope’s waist. Hope tosses and elbow back but Iggy dodges… Hope fakes a left back elbow and catches Iggy with the right. Hope tosses two more back elbow into Iggy’s face to break free.
Foote: Hope showing some grit there with that back elbow and by the reaction of the crowd they don’t seem to mind at all.
Both to their feet, Hope grabs the double underhooks and starts driving knees into the abdomen of Iggy before tossing her with a double underhook suplex. Iggy goes to her knees and Hope hits a running drop kick. She grabs the legs of Iggy and locks in an elevated Boston crab, her knee driving into the small of Deluna’s neck.
Foote: I don’t think Iggy thought she was going to find herself in this position tonight.
Deluna crawls toward the ropes – but she is dragged back. She uses her upper body to hoist herself up and starts crawling again – grabbing the rope. Hope pulls Iggy back once more and drives the knee back into position. Iggy shakes her head and raises up with her hands again before using all she has in her legs to flip Hope forward. Iggy holds her legs and Hope kicks her in them grabbing her by the back of the head bringing her back level.
Sting: These women are beating the hell out of each other and I love it.
Iggy grabs onto Hope with a bear hug, Hope starts laying strikes – Deluna sends her overhead with a belly to belly. Hope back up and turns right into a package piledriver.
Foote: The phenomenon is what she calls that classic. Iggy showin’ it ain’t just the lariat she can crack someone’s skull with.
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KICKOUT!
Iggy waits for Hope to get back up and signals for her discus lariat. She runs full tilt, spins – Hope takes Iggy out with a spear and hits some rights and lefts mounting Iggy. The crowd is erupting with CU:LT chants as Hope steps back letting her opponent get up.
Sting: Hope is getting ready to finish this if Iggy doesn’t get more aware of her surroundings.
Hope pushes Iggy back with a bicycle kick to the chest, Iggy bounces off the ropes right into a spinning back elbow dropping her and Hope is quick to lock in a triangle choke.
Sting: SAY GOODNIGHT!
Foote: Could be it for little ol’ Iggy here.
As it seems Iggy is fading all the sudden she stomps planting one leg, she stomps and plants the other and Hope finds herself jolted into the air and dropped down with a powerbomb. Hope lets out a scream combined of pain and anger as she sinks the choke in deeper. Iggy once again lifts her opponent off the ground and slams her again with a powerbomb, this time effectively loosening the hold slightly. Iggy used the loose grip to life Hope up once more and run across the ring with a devastating buckle bomb.
Foote: Fuck she broke that bitch right in half, that right there is the grit I was hopin’ to see from Deluna.
Iggy holds her neck just for a moment before eyeing up her opportunity to lay Hope out with a vicious lariat. She bolts – kitchen sink – Hope sticks her leg up to catch Deluna in the stomach sending her flipping through the air with her own momentum. Iggy is up holding her guts and Hope puts her head between het legs – hooks the arms – drives Iggy face down.
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Foote: Holy crap Hope did it, she avoided the lariat and picked up the win.
DING, DING, DING!
Anderson: The winner of the match via pinfall LISSIE HOPE!
Hope’s theme hits as the referee grabs her wrist and raises her hand. Iggy is just stirring on the mat. When she gets up Hope walks across the ring, says something inaudible to the camera and sticks her hand out. The crowd cheers loudly, starts chanting Iggy’s name…. Almost reluctantly she reaches out and shakes Hope's hand.
Sting: I can’t wait to see these two run it back.
Sting: I know it’s early in the game here in this company, but I can tell you right now Iggy Deluna is the future.
“It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again
'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins?
You act like you ain't hear him then give him a little trim
To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend
Like you wasn't down and you called him again?
Plus, when you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him
If you did it then, then you'd probably fuck again”
Anderson: Making her way to the ring, from Lagos, Nigeria… Weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds… She is The Revolution, Lariat Tubman… IIIGGGYYY DDDEEELLLUUUNNNAAA!
As the ring announcer makes her introduction, Iggy begins climbing up the steel steps with ease. She’s singing along to the lyrics that fill the air, bobbing her head along to the music, shimmying and swaying to the beat. She climbs over the middle rope, stepping into the ring, just until she stops in the center of it. Dropping down to her knees, hands press together in prayer form and eyes close, a brief prayer escaping her before she pops back up to her feet.
“Guys, you know you'd better watch out
Some girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing”
Foote: I know these two women have some mutual respect, but I’m hoping to see someone get their head torn off Stacy.
Iggy moves to the ropes ahead of her, stepping onto the middle rope with one boot. The other pops up behind her as she throws a fist into the air with one of her hands. She mouths some words out loudly to the crowd, who respond with loud cheers as she repeats the action on the opposite set of ropes. Grinning, she moves towards a corner, jacket removed and tossed aside as she bends at the knees. She gets in some last minute stretches, but her gaze never moves from the entrance ramp at all.
Sting: You can feel the tension in the air. Both these women have accumulated a fan base, both champions in their own right.
The heavy synths of "You'll Miss Me When I'm Not Around" by Grimes begins. The child-like adlibs and the booming bass shakes the ground underneath each audience member. They rise to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of former four-time World Champion, "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope!
Sting: I am excited for these two women to tear it down. They started jawing at each other on Twitter and it grew to a sort of mutual respect.
“I shot myself yesterday / got to Heaven anyway”
The crowd jumps out of their seats as Grimes' continues to sing into the pre-chorus. The anticipation is growing, and the cheers start to crescendo.
“If you don't bleed / then you don't die
Cross my heart / and hope to fly”
Foote: Hope is well traveled, former Action Wrestling World Champion. Has many awards and if Iggy knocks her head off here tonight it could take her to the next level.
Finally, the curtains spread and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, standing for a moment and appreciating all of the cheers being levied in her direction.
“If they could see me now / smiling six-feet underground”
She notices signs of support in the front rows, and she acknowledges those young fans with high-fives. She sprints down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. She bounces to her feet and raises her arms to the crowd.
“You'll miss me when I'm not around”
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, from New Orleans, Louisiana... standing 5'4" and weighing 143 pounds... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!
She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Hero" tee-shirt, revealing a black Under Armour exercise top and black and pink workout pants. She tosses the shirt into front rows, watching the fans fight over the memorabilia. Climbing the corner to acknowledge the fans, the song fades to a hush and she awaits the opening bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Iggy and Hope don’t waste any time and just start exchanging in the center of the ring, haymaker after haymaker, leading to forearms the crowd cheering with every blow. Hope goes for a spinning back fist but Iggy Deluna bounce off the ropes and looks as if she is preparing for an early lariat, Hope sticks half her body out through the middle rope forcing the ref to step in and allow her to get back into the ring.
Sting: She wants nothing to do with that lariat, but I know Iggy Deluna has more up her sleeve than that.
Foote: As a man who kicked peoples’ heads off for a living I’m in favor of fighting for that one big shot if that’s all it’s gonna take. And I don’t think a person on the roster is going to kick out from a closeline coming from this woman.
Once again the two meet in the center of the ring jawing at one another, Iggy making fun of Hope for having to back up and they start exchanging again – Hope kicking it off with an elbow to the jaw – Iggy in return backs her opponent up with a series of straight jabs to the face. Hope responds with a flurry of rights and lefts then two stiff kicks to the left knee dropping Iggy down. Hope uses the knee of Iggy to step up on with a kick to the face. Iggy rolls back and holds her jaw shaking her head and smirking.
Sting: A pure test of will, both just delivering shots to one another.
Foote: This is the shit we like seein’ here in CU:LT. And they are stepping face to face again.
Once again Hope and Iggy meet in the center of the ring, this time locking up. Iggy gets behind Hope with a hammer lock. Iggy hooks the other arm, twists to the front of Hope and executes a double arm suplex. Hope bounces off the mat, gets up quick and charges Iggy only to meet a belly to belly suplex.
Sting: The power by Iggy, she mad that one explosive putting her knees into the lift.
Hope kicks holding her lower back, she is up and spins around right into a vicious spinebuster by Iggy.
Foote: Ah, taking one of those unexpected you don’t get a chance to tense up your ass cheeks, ya hit the mad hard it spreads them out and hurts like fuck. Don’t miss some of those bumps.
Sting: What the fuck are you talking about…
Foote: You wouldn’t get it, never stepped in a ring.
Iggy bends down as if she is going to pin Hope, but she grabs her and squats her up, she then tosses Hope overhead with a fallaway slam. Iggy walks over to Hope and helps her to her feet, she locks up and starts to hoist Hope up into a suplex, but Hope locks her legs with Deluna making her reposition. Hope takes advantage and hits a snap suplex, she floats over and both are to their feet with Iggy’s head still trapped – Hope plants Deluna with a snap DDT.
Sting: Great move by Hope holding on for that DDT and trying to wear Iggy down.
Hope hits Deluna with a belly to belly of her own. Deluna pops back up goes for a closeline, Hope ducks under and German suplexes her opponent to a huge pop from the crowd.
Sting: The crowd is really getting behind Hope now, she needs to keep this momentum going if she wants a chance at winning.
Hope swings Iggy to the ropes, hits her with a bicycle kick bouncing her off once more – Hope nails a roundhouse kick to the head and covers quick as he opponent topples over.
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Foote: Hell of a set of moves there by Hope, but Iggy keeps on battling through. If she can just set up that fucking lariat.
Iggy picks Hope up and drops her again with a body slam to weaken the lower back before grabbing one leg and bending it back. Iggy now grabs the arm to complete the half crab armlock combo.
Sting: She calls this rock the boat and Hope is in trouble.
Iggy is a pretzel about to tap, but she swings her hips and manages to break free of the hold – but not Iggy who wraps her arms around Hope’s waist. Hope tosses and elbow back but Iggy dodges… Hope fakes a left back elbow and catches Iggy with the right. Hope tosses two more back elbow into Iggy’s face to break free.
Foote: Hope showing some grit there with that back elbow and by the reaction of the crowd they don’t seem to mind at all.
Both to their feet, Hope grabs the double underhooks and starts driving knees into the abdomen of Iggy before tossing her with a double underhook suplex. Iggy goes to her knees and Hope hits a running drop kick. She grabs the legs of Iggy and locks in an elevated Boston crab, her knee driving into the small of Deluna’s neck.
Foote: I don’t think Iggy thought she was going to find herself in this position tonight.
Deluna crawls toward the ropes – but she is dragged back. She uses her upper body to hoist herself up and starts crawling again – grabbing the rope. Hope pulls Iggy back once more and drives the knee back into position. Iggy shakes her head and raises up with her hands again before using all she has in her legs to flip Hope forward. Iggy holds her legs and Hope kicks her in them grabbing her by the back of the head bringing her back level.
Sting: These women are beating the hell out of each other and I love it.
Iggy grabs onto Hope with a bear hug, Hope starts laying strikes – Deluna sends her overhead with a belly to belly. Hope back up and turns right into a package piledriver.
Foote: The phenomenon is what she calls that classic. Iggy showin’ it ain’t just the lariat she can crack someone’s skull with.
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KICKOUT!
Iggy waits for Hope to get back up and signals for her discus lariat. She runs full tilt, spins – Hope takes Iggy out with a spear and hits some rights and lefts mounting Iggy. The crowd is erupting with CU:LT chants as Hope steps back letting her opponent get up.
Sting: Hope is getting ready to finish this if Iggy doesn’t get more aware of her surroundings.
Hope pushes Iggy back with a bicycle kick to the chest, Iggy bounces off the ropes right into a spinning back elbow dropping her and Hope is quick to lock in a triangle choke.
Sting: SAY GOODNIGHT!
Foote: Could be it for little ol’ Iggy here.
As it seems Iggy is fading all the sudden she stomps planting one leg, she stomps and plants the other and Hope finds herself jolted into the air and dropped down with a powerbomb. Hope lets out a scream combined of pain and anger as she sinks the choke in deeper. Iggy once again lifts her opponent off the ground and slams her again with a powerbomb, this time effectively loosening the hold slightly. Iggy used the loose grip to life Hope up once more and run across the ring with a devastating buckle bomb.
Foote: Fuck she broke that bitch right in half, that right there is the grit I was hopin’ to see from Deluna.
Iggy holds her neck just for a moment before eyeing up her opportunity to lay Hope out with a vicious lariat. She bolts – kitchen sink – Hope sticks her leg up to catch Deluna in the stomach sending her flipping through the air with her own momentum. Iggy is up holding her guts and Hope puts her head between het legs – hooks the arms – drives Iggy face down.
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Foote: Holy crap Hope did it, she avoided the lariat and picked up the win.
DING, DING, DING!
Anderson: The winner of the match via pinfall LISSIE HOPE!
Hope’s theme hits as the referee grabs her wrist and raises her hand. Iggy is just stirring on the mat. When she gets up Hope walks across the ring, says something inaudible to the camera and sticks her hand out. The crowd cheers loudly, starts chanting Iggy’s name…. Almost reluctantly she reaches out and shakes Hope's hand.
Sting: I can’t wait to see these two run it back.
"Bittersweet Symphony" by the Verve plays and the crowd boos as Lady Fartmouth storms out and heads to the ring with malice in every step. There's no theatrics – but she has a t-shirt cannon slung over her shoulder.
Foote: What in the fuck is this. I know this is the land of freaks and shit, but this motherfucker really has an asshole for a mouth.
Sting: Don’t be so disgusting. Yes miss Fartmouth has an anus for a mouth, but it’s a disability she can’t help.
Foote: Oh, I get it… one of those Make-a-Wish things.
Sting: You’re such an asshole.
There's no playing to the fans in favor or against them. She hurries into the ring and ragdolls the referee through the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Foote: What in the hell is this freak doing?
Fartmouth aims the cannon at the ref and blasts him in the face with a shirt that knocks the son of a bitches head back so quick he is out cold. Fartmouth then starts taking aim at fans, blasting shirts from various stars… but mostly misprinted JD Driftwood shirts which read Dr. Fitwood. Several fans toss them on after the person beside them drops it in favor of tending to their bloody nose.
Foote: It’s a massacre out here. Get someone out here to stop this lunatic before I get some shit on this boot.
Fartmouth is sprewing what can only assume to be fecal matter from the oraphus where he mouth should be – she continues to fire shirt from the cannon at the heads of women, childre, infants, service animals indeicrimentely. Security eventually shows up to start hauling her off backstage.
Sting: It’s so sad.. She is so so misunderstood. She was just trying to do a job.
Backstage English is getting chewed out over the phone as Lady Fartmouth is getting dragged out of the arena behind him.
Shareholder: What in the fuck am I watching English… you got someone out there with an asshole for a mouth and you don’t think people are going to change the channel?
English: Look, I said this was a palace for everyone and I have to give everyone a shot. Plus… trust me the world is a weird place if anything views on the stream have gone up since she walked down the ramp. We need some home grown talent here and I need to start somewhere.
English shakes his head, he can’t even believe Lady Fartmouth signed on with the company and he gave them a roster spot. But when a company is first starting who is he to pick and choose.
Shareholder: If this freak is going to stick around I want her wearing a mask – a mouth covering that hides whatever the hell she has going on. I can’t risk us getting a X rating and never having the chance of getting some mainstream exposure.
English: Oh trust me people will be talking about this…
Shareholder: Yeah as a literal shit show if you aren’t careful.
Foote: What in the fuck is this. I know this is the land of freaks and shit, but this motherfucker really has an asshole for a mouth.
Sting: Don’t be so disgusting. Yes miss Fartmouth has an anus for a mouth, but it’s a disability she can’t help.
Foote: Oh, I get it… one of those Make-a-Wish things.
Sting: You’re such an asshole.
There's no playing to the fans in favor or against them. She hurries into the ring and ragdolls the referee through the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Foote: What in the hell is this freak doing?
Fartmouth aims the cannon at the ref and blasts him in the face with a shirt that knocks the son of a bitches head back so quick he is out cold. Fartmouth then starts taking aim at fans, blasting shirts from various stars… but mostly misprinted JD Driftwood shirts which read Dr. Fitwood. Several fans toss them on after the person beside them drops it in favor of tending to their bloody nose.
Foote: It’s a massacre out here. Get someone out here to stop this lunatic before I get some shit on this boot.
Fartmouth is sprewing what can only assume to be fecal matter from the oraphus where he mouth should be – she continues to fire shirt from the cannon at the heads of women, childre, infants, service animals indeicrimentely. Security eventually shows up to start hauling her off backstage.
Sting: It’s so sad.. She is so so misunderstood. She was just trying to do a job.
Backstage English is getting chewed out over the phone as Lady Fartmouth is getting dragged out of the arena behind him.
Shareholder: What in the fuck am I watching English… you got someone out there with an asshole for a mouth and you don’t think people are going to change the channel?
English: Look, I said this was a palace for everyone and I have to give everyone a shot. Plus… trust me the world is a weird place if anything views on the stream have gone up since she walked down the ramp. We need some home grown talent here and I need to start somewhere.
English shakes his head, he can’t even believe Lady Fartmouth signed on with the company and he gave them a roster spot. But when a company is first starting who is he to pick and choose.
Shareholder: If this freak is going to stick around I want her wearing a mask – a mouth covering that hides whatever the hell she has going on. I can’t risk us getting a X rating and never having the chance of getting some mainstream exposure.
English: Oh trust me people will be talking about this…
Shareholder: Yeah as a literal shit show if you aren’t careful.
The feed comes back from the commercial showing the next destination CU:LT is headed in April with the ring crew putting the finishing touches on a 20 foot high steel cage with barbed wire affixed all around the top.
Foote: I’d say now is the time to put the kids to bed. Things are about to get bloody for the Double Homicide Championships.
Arctic Monkeys - The View From The Afternoon hits and all Three Members of Three Ring Barney appear at the top of the ramp. Chester Roosevelt, Royston Popplewell and Luna Baby all march toward the ring.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring Three Ring Barney.
Foote: You have to wonder who they are going to put in this one.
Sting: That’s right, English has offered a special tag contract – Threebird Rules – any two members of Three Ring Barney can compete in tag matches.
Three Ring Barney makes it to the end of the ramp and walks over to the cage door. Luna Baby and Royston Popplewell decided to climb into the structure.
Foote: The decision has been made. Luna and Popplewell will fight it out with The Influence to crown the first champion in company history.
# Lights. #
# Camera. #
# Silence on the set. #
# Three, two, one. Action! #
Those are the opening words to Suicidal Tendencies’ “Send Me Your Money” as the bassline hits, out from the back step out The Influencers of social media platforms across the world to an enormous negative reaction from the crowd.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring, being accompanied by Christopher Wrigley – Delia Black and Claudia Frost – THE INFLUENCE!
Christopher Wrigley is out first from the back, with a huge smile on his face and holding his arms out wide for all the world to see his navy blue jacket and red tie. He is shortly followed out by Delia Black, the kick happy murder princess, and her partner in crime Claudia Frost. The trio soak in the boos from the crowd as they slowly walk down the ramp.
Sting: This is all going to come down to who wants it more.
Frost and Black climb into the cage, eying up their opponents.
Foote: I just can’t wait to finally see a little blood on this show.
A member of the ring crew drops down a welders mask and goes to work sparking up his torch, he melts the door together ensuring no one can escape. The camera does a close up of the chain links, the barbed wire, and two pairs of bolt cutters affixed near the top on two sides of the cage.
DING! DING! DING!
Black and Frost charge Luna Baby and Popplewell with a flurry of strikes trying to get the one up. Luna is quick to slip between the legs of Frost who she kicks back into Popplewell who hits a gutwrench suplex. Black drop kicks Popplewell but he barely budges – instead he voluntarily kneels down and Luna Baby springs off his shoulders with head scissors taking Black to the mat.
Sting: Luna Baby is so quick, that clown and circus background. Frost and Black are going to have to find a way to keep her grounded. I know if she gets the chance she is coming off the top of that cage.
Popplewell hoists a sprinting Frost up on his shoulders with a tourture rack – Luna runs, leaps and drop kicks the side of Frost’s head causing her to fall off Popplewell’s shoulders. Luna Baby scales her partner and pretends to lose balance before she leaps with a cross body onto Black. Popplewell hits a standing splash on Frost.
Foote: The Influence said they were worried about this tall drink of water and the height of Popplewell is already showing an early advantage.
Luna seems to whisper something in Popplewell’s ear. He shakes his head at first, but then gives in. Luna’s clown make-up makes her smile extra wide as Royston mimes setting up a table that the fans can clearly see – well– isn’t there but pop for anyway. Luna has Frost and Black back up, but they shove her off only for Popplewell’s hand to wrap around each of their throats.
Sting: This could be devastating if Popplewell hits this.
Foote: I hate this shit.
Popplewell positions both ladies to where the invisible table is set up – they kick him in the gut – hook him and double suplex him down hard. Popplewell holds his back in pain, he rolls to the corner pretending to pick glass out of his back as fans chant “You sick fuck!”
Sting: The crowd going absolutely nuts at the antics by Three Ring Barney here tonight.
Roosevelt grabs the side of the cage and shakes it cheering on his teammates. Tilt A Whirl DDT from Luna Baby to Frost and as Black charges her she catches her with a drop toe hole and Black’s face nails the crotch of Frost. Luna runs at Black yet again while she is on her knees and drop kicks her right into the side of the cage. Luna stands on Black’s head pushing it hard into the mesh. Frost yanks Luna Baby off her partner, but Popplewell tosses her with a Northern Lights suplex – Frost almost hits the other side of the cage. Luna keeps working Black over against the cage, she lets her opponent get to her knees. Luna dropkicks Black once again sandwiching her between the ropes and the cage. Luna Baby stomps and stomps like a mad woman pinging Black’s face off the cage until she is split open.
Foote: There we go the first bit of blood of the night and Luna Baby seems to be energized by the violence of er all.
Sting: This is the type of environment Luna shines in and The Influence is going to have to figure out an answer quick.
Frost is fighting back punching the body of Popplewell trying to chop him down a bit. She kicks Popplewell in the back of the knees and goes behind him, she lets out a scream as she pulls back and some how snap dragon suplexes Popplewell – the crowd can’t help but cheer as Frost holds her back – she doesn’t have long to recover as she throws an attacking Luna Baby with an exploder suplex.
Sting: I cannot beleive Frost pulled that off on such a large wrestler. The adrenaline has to be coursing through her veins.
Frost looks to Black who now has blood pouring from a wound in the center of her forehead. Frost’s expression changes to anger and she ragdolls Luna with a German suplex. She scoops Luna Baby up once more and lifts her straight with a suplex, she tosses Baby into the cage as if she was dropping her on the ropes and Luna tumbles head first down slamming her head on the bit of apron between the cage and ropes.
Foote: Frost and Black aren't scared to get dirty with it.
Popplewell responds with a suplex of his own, sending Frost over his head with a release German suplex. Black starts chopping Popplewell and he barely moves. She tries her kicks rapid fire to the gut… Popplewell puts up a finger and wags it Frost’s face. He mime’s placing a door in front of himself and smirks. Black opens the fake door and kicks Popplewell in the shin, who slams the invisible door in response and locks it. Black pretends to knock then backs up and leaps up super kicking through the fake door and into Popplewell’s face who staggers back. Black hits a shotgun drop kick and Popplewell leans up against the cage – Black uses the over six foot tall man to start scaling the cage.
Sting: That's a way of using Royston's height to The Influence's advantage.
Popplewell goes to grab Black who is brushing the blood out of her eyes as she reaches the barbed wire part of the cage, he misses and Frost uses the big man to do the same thing stomping his head on the way up. Suddenly Luna Baby leaps grabbing the waist of Black and pulling with all her weight… but Black hangs on. Popplewell then reaches up putting his head between Luna’s legs and yanks her off with powerbomb letting Luna pull Black off the cage causing her to crash to the mat below. Popplewell doesn’t let Luna hit the ground, she hangs from his body and he lifts her up in to a powerbomb – she grabs Frost the same why she did Black and the Three Ring Barney duo yanks Frost off the cage too.
Foote: Smart move there by Three Ring Barney!
Popplewell props Luna up to grab one of the wire cutters from the top of the cage, she slips a piece of the barbed wire and drags it down with her as she leaps off. She wraps it around the ropes. Black is up and charges at Luna, she side steps and Black hits her chest off the barbed wire, she hangs there the points stuck into her chest slightly – they dig deeper as Luna checks her from behind.
Foote: Finally getting some of th wire involved here.
Frost gets the upper hand on Popplewell with a low blow. She drives the big man’s head to the mat with a DDT. Chester Roosevelt on the outside shakes the cage trying to distract The Influence, but they ignore him.
Sting: Good idea to have this cage in the way or no doubt Roosevelt would have played a bigger factor.
Luna grabs Black but she pulls her face into the cage and breaks free of the wire – Black laces Luna with kick after kick – kicking the legs out from Baby with the final strike. Black wraps Luna up in barbed wire pulling tight-- dragging a strand between the grooves of Luna's mouth trying to widen her smile. Then Black heads to help Frost with Popplewell.
Foote: It's getting nasty out there and the fans are loving every second of it.
Black kicks the back of one knee hard dropping Popplewell down, she stomps on it for good measure to keep him at her level for a moment as she backs up just as Frost hooks the arms of Popplewell. Black superkicks Popplewell giving Frost the momentum to snap dragon the big man one more time.
Sting: Murder Sequence 2022 by The Influence hit for the first time in CU:LT maybe on the largest opponent the duo has ever performed it on.
Foote: Jesus, I’m about the same weight as Popplewell and that son of a bitch just landed on his neck. Chester there on the outside even looked concerned with the landin’.
Roosevelt on the outside yanks a kendo stick from under the apron and shoves it trough the cage to Luna Baby who takes it and just starts whacking away at Frost and Black the crowd cheering with every hit – excited by the violence. When both opponents are down Luna pulls the purple Nikes off their feet to a huge pop. Black and Frost get to their feet and both become mesmerized by Luna juggling all four shoes pretending like she is going to drop them every few rotations. When it looks like Black and Frost have had enough it’s too late Popplewell scoops both up with a double back drop. Popplewell picks up Luna in a gorilla press and throws her into the air, she flips one and half times landing a perfect 450 on Frost as Popplewell leaps with standing splash on Black.
Sting: Perfect synchronization there by Three Ring Barney.
Wrigley is screaming on the outside of the cage for both members of The Influence to get up. Popplewell and Luna now start to climb the cage. Black pushes the blood from her eyes and points to Frost telling her they have to get to the team. Luna is hanging from the cage already on the other side – Popplewell tosses one leg over. Both Frost and Black grab Popplewell by the other leg dragging his groin down on the cage…
Foote: He’s lucky he cut away the wire there or his nuts might have been cut right out of the sac on live TV.
Black and Frost pull on Popplewell till he topples over the 300 pounder falling from the top of the cage with a crash down into the ring.
Foote: Jesus fuck what a fall for a large man. I could only imagine my nearly 300 pound ass falling off that cage… make the dinosaurs extinct.
Luna looks on still hanging from the cage. She shakes her head trying to pull herself up, but can’t manage until Roosevelt gives her a bit of of a boot from the outside to get back in. Black and Frost are just running a clinic on Popplewell in the ring. Hitting double suplexes and superkicks. Luna is atop the cage now, she starts wrapping herself in the barbed wire strand she cut earlier. She takes the wire cutters and cuts off the other end – Black and Frost turn around as Luna Baby soars off the cage with twisting triple barrel roll cross body driving her barbed wire wrapped self into The Influence as the crowd stars with a chant of “Luna Baby.”
Sting: There is the reaction Luna Baby wants. This crowd is behind her tonight as she pulls out all the stops to bring the title belts home to the dark circus.
Luna is holding her guts as Popplewell helps her to her feet. She bows to the crowd really soaking it in, a clown happy the desert crowd is pleased with her antics. She and Popplewell once again climb the cage as a team as both Black and Frost try to regain composure. Popplewell cuts another portion of the wire letting a strand fall down into the ring. They finally slip the Nike’s back on their feet and use the seemingly added speed to scale the cage once more just in time. This time the pair shove Popplewell out of the cage, he grabs on the side to try to prevent his fall but still takes a tumble.
Foote: Now Luna is fucked, she just lost her partner and now has to deal with both members of The Influence.
Wrigley shakes the cage on the outside pumping up his team. Black and Frost smirk at one another like this was all part of the plan and yank Luna Baby off the cage back into the ring. Luna is still covered in barbed wire… and that isn’t going well for her as Frost lays kick after kick driving the barbs into her skin – tearing at the flesh of her arms causing thin red rivers to form. Black wraps the barbed wire around the face of Luna now and goes over to the side of the cage where the other two members of Three Ring Barney are. She starts cutting open Baby’s forehead with the barbed wire raking it back and forth as Popplewell and Rosevelt beat on the barrier.
Sting: She may not be a very pretty clown after this one. She’s going to want to cake on the make-up the way Black is rearranging her face.
For several minutes the pair beat the holy hell out of a bloody barbed wire wrapped Luna Baby – then an opening – Luna is tossed to the corner and gets her toes on the kendo stick dragging it her way. She picks it up and goes to work once more on Frost and Black. The cut on Black’s forehead has only widened to provide a nice layer of crimson – it drips from her chin as she reacts to Luna’s stick strikes. Frost ducks a swing, but Luna kicks her in the stomach and drives her down with a DDT. She hops up on the top rope and comes off with a beautiful moonsault driving the wire into Frost’s chest.
Sting: Some life still in Luna here as she fights back. If anyone can pull this off it’s her.
Foote: Frost and Black are too good to let this little girl take em out.
Luna is running out of steam the numbers game about to catch up, but she wraps the other free strand of wire around the neck of the bloody Black. It seems to have no effect at first as Frost and Black go back on the offensive hitting a double choke slam to the small opponent. Then they hit the super kick snap dragon combo on Luna.
Foote: What a combo by The Influence. Tag wrestling at it’s finest right here.
Frost and Black stalk their opponent once more – but suddenly Black is yanked back. Popplewell has grabbed the other end of the wire and is hauling her across the ring as she digs with her nails at her throat trying to get the wire free – but it just keeps digging into her flesh.
Sting: She's about to be hanged here. She has no other choice but to keep climbing up the wall of the cage or she’ll have the wire cut into her throat she’ll pass out.
Foote: Popplewell has her crawling up the side of the cage. She doesn't want go, but he’s pulling her in like a lassoed calf.
Black gets to the the top of the cage, she’s covered in blood trying to claw and claw the wire off her neck – but Popplewell pulls her down to the outside… she gets in his face as she touches the floor – but quickly diverts her attention to Frost left in the ring with Luna. Luna has the kendo stick around the neck of Frost choking her out.
Sting: What a way to even the odds, now we are down to a one on one match essentially.
Frost tosses her head back cracking Luna in the face and breaking the hold. Luna charges like a wild animal and Frost throws her into the side of the cage with and exploder suplex. Frost is bashing the face of Luna off the cage then drags it across cutting Baby open now even more, her clown paint smeared. Royston pulls at the cage trying to haul it back to prevent Frost from making contact with it. Wrigley yells at Popplewell to stop – but backs up as Chester steps forward. Black is focused on cheering her partner on.
Sting: You can put them in a cage but some assholes will always find a way to try to interfere.
Frost takes her boot and puts it on the back of the head of Luna Baby stomping her head repeatedly into the cage now – Baby’s leaving tiny bits of flesh on the steel now.
Foote: Luna needs to put her face back on and fight back if she wants to beat Frost. She is just being mutilated.
The barbwire around Luna Baby has pretty much all comes loose, and as Frost is standing over he taunting getting ready to deliver another suplex Baby ties her feet with wire. As Frost steps back she falls flat on her face. Luna hits the ropes and drop kicks Frost square between the eyes.
Sting: What a kick and Baby heads to the top fast.
Baby takes to the top rope – Frost untwists the wire from her ankles and stand up just in time to get hit with a beautiful 450 DDT.
Sting: BIG TOP! She hits it smooth.
Foote: If this was a pinfall match Luna would have the win right here… but thankfully for Frost it ain’t.
Luna is up bowing once again before skipping around the ring to a crowd now whipped into a frenzy purely by her high flying abilities – blood pours down Luna’s face and she takes time to use it to highlight her clown smile. She starts climbing the cage just as Frost starts stirring.
Sting: This is it, we have our first champions crowned in CU:LT.
Luna is just at the top about to swing her leg over when Frost grabs it, twisting the ankle in weird positions trying to dislocate it. Luna kicks with her other leg but the two women are quickly straddling the bare portion of the top of the cage striking each other.
Foote: If you fall you want to fall to the outside of the ring. She it’ll hurt more but at least you’ll be a champion.
Luna reaches back and grabs some of the loose wire behind her and starts whipping Frost laughing every time the barbs nail her opponent and lash around her back causing small lacerations. Frost headbutts Luna – reaches back and grabs some lose barbed wire of her own and stars whipping Luna Baby back. The crowd is popping no matter who hits.
Sting: Looking like Passion of Christ up here. There two are giving each other permanent scars.
Luna hits an elbow and whips the wire across the chest of Frost pausing her attack for a moment. Luna hops up, walks the edge of the cage like a tight rope and drop kicks Frost sending her crashing to the mat inside the ring – at the same time Luna falls to the outside – she gives a cheeky wave on the way own.
Sting: Oh my god she has done it!
Popplewell and Roosevelt catch her gracefully and set the bloody tired clown on the desert dirt.
DING! DING! DING
Anderson: The winners of the match and FIRST CU:LT DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS THREE RING BARNEY!
The ring crew busts the cage door off to check on Frost who is already starting to sit up. Black and Wrigley climb into the ring to check on Frost. They help their partner to their feet and all three members of The Influence eye down all of Three Ring Barney as Luna Baby and Royston Popplewell raise their new championships – Roosevelt hollers at the crowd about not being appreciated enough or some shit like that as they walk up the entrance way.
Charlie Wagner is backstage, his shirt covered in a combination of blood, fecal matter and spit. He peels it off, shaking his head. The acid had those bodily fluids looking like specks of starlight flying through the desert sky – he even tried to catch pieces on his tongue… but now the drug was hitting in waves. He ripped his shirt off and stood outside a porta potty.
The lights mesmerized him, the screaming fans the sense of community he didn’t feel since going to church as a kid – expect it felt more real – more accepting. Luna looked like a falling angel coming of the top of the cage.. Ace Sky looked like he was literally flying in the opening match. It was a good idea to take a hit before the show… the only thing to freak him out so far was that woman with a black hole for a mouth spewing shit.
Merch Guy: Here kid… we’re giving there away for free. Some misprint of a JD Driftwood shirt… says Dr. Fitwood… I dunno… it’s not worth shit honestly but it’ll keep you warm. Desert gets cold and night and shit.
The merch guy throws Wagner the shirt, it floated through the air in slow motion and he still managed to miss catching it. He picks it up off the ground and the merch guy was gone… leaving him to question if he was there in the first place.
He looks down at the shirt, the bloody face of Driftwood and the crimson popped off shirt in 3D like effect. Wagner runs his hand over it slowly then tosses it on.
He got lost looking at the desert stars for a moment – but he managed to find his way back to his seat.
The lights mesmerized him, the screaming fans the sense of community he didn’t feel since going to church as a kid – expect it felt more real – more accepting. Luna looked like a falling angel coming of the top of the cage.. Ace Sky looked like he was literally flying in the opening match. It was a good idea to take a hit before the show… the only thing to freak him out so far was that woman with a black hole for a mouth spewing shit.
Merch Guy: Here kid… we’re giving there away for free. Some misprint of a JD Driftwood shirt… says Dr. Fitwood… I dunno… it’s not worth shit honestly but it’ll keep you warm. Desert gets cold and night and shit.
The merch guy throws Wagner the shirt, it floated through the air in slow motion and he still managed to miss catching it. He picks it up off the ground and the merch guy was gone… leaving him to question if he was there in the first place.
He looks down at the shirt, the bloody face of Driftwood and the crimson popped off shirt in 3D like effect. Wagner runs his hand over it slowly then tosses it on.
He got lost looking at the desert stars for a moment – but he managed to find his way back to his seat.
The lights go out on stage as a spotlight appears shooting straight into the curtain as the first sounds of “Popular Monster” by Halocene and Lauren Babic start playing. As the lyrics hit a crescendo Riley makes her way out of the curtain and stands there as the chorus hits for the first time she stomps the floor and starts her march towards the ring.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring fighting out of Milwaukee, Wisconsin standing 5’8, weighing in at 165 pounds… THE NIGHTMAREEEEEE ALLISON RILEY!!!
As she gets close to the ring, the lyrics hit the second crescendo and she taps the apron and walks up the stairs just in time for the second chorus to hit as she enters the ring extending her arms.
Sting: This is going to be a good one...
The lights on the stage go out, as a cling sound like coins being tossed in the air is heard. The screen begins to flicker, as a man is showing walking through a forest, tossing three gold coins in the air. He follows a path carrying the coins and a lantern. A woman stands towards the end of his path, as she turns to him. She keeps her head down, as the man offers her the coins, she inspects them, as she looks down as he begins to kneel. She places her hand on his shoulder as the screen shuts off, and the two appear on the stage, the song begins playing, as Legion turns to the crowd, placing the gold coins in her chest, Mister J standing behind her.
Wolves asleep amidst the trees
Bats all a swaying in the breeze
But one soul lies anxious wide awake
Fearing no* manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths
For your dolly Polly sleep has flown
Anderson: And her opponent... standing 5'9" weighing in at 143lbs from Tokyo, Japan.... LEGION!
Legion begins her slow walk down from the top of the apron, as she sways with the music her eyes glowing in the dark. She looks up into the ring where there is no one awaiting her, as she makes her way to the bottom, turning slowly as the beat begins to pick up.
Don't dare let her tremble alone
For the witcher, heartless, cold
Paid in coin of gold
He comes he'll go leave naught behind
But heartache and woe
Deep, deep woe
As she climbs the stairs, she slowly slides into the ring, with red spotlights on her. She cackles slightly, as she looks around. She then slowly backs into a corner sitting down, staring up the ramp as Mister J makes his way to ringside as the music cuts out.
DING! DING! DING!
Legion and Nightmare walk to the center of the ring staring into each other's eyes, both don’t seem intimidated at all by the other. Nightmare kicking things off with a leaping crossarm bar, which Legion quickly rolls out of locking an armbar on in return. That doesn’t last long as Nightmare flips out of it and both get to a vertical base.
Sting: these two seem to have very similar move-sets I’m excited to see how this one pans out.
Foote: tough spot in the show followin’ a fuckin’ barbaric cage match.
Legion grabs Nightmare’s arm for a hammer lock and twists her into an inverted DDT dropping her down.
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Legion hits a leg lariat that drops Nightmare back to the mat, she picks her up by her head and hits a few knife edged chops. Nightmare retaliates with a standing drop kick, followed by a bicycle kick pushing Legion into the ropes whens he springs off she is greeted with a pop-up uppercut.
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Sting: Both women trying to get a win early on here – both just want to add a notch to their belt as quick as possible in the company. A quick win would really solidify both these competitors.
Before Legion can get up Nightmare delivers a soccer kick to the side of the head. Nightmare puts Legion into a dragon sleeper, but somehow Legion flips over her opponent, scoping her up along the way and drives her into the mat hard with a piledriver.
Foote: What a reversal there by Legion, perfectly executed piledriver. That had to jack Nightmare’s neck up.
Nightmare hits a pumphandle suplex – she doesn’t let up, pulling Legion up and driving her back down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker.
Sting: Nightmare showing her strength and proficiency in the ring with another great string of moves.
A sitdown jaw breaker stuns Legion – buying Nightmare enough time to hit a half nelson suplex. Nightmare makes the cover.
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KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Almost pulled off the win comin’ from the sky.
Legion gets even with some gut punches as Nightmare goes to haul her up. Legion dodges a right and slips in behind for a German suplex. Nightmare rolls up to her feet to get a wad of saliva tossed from her mouth via super kick.
Sting: The crowd cheering as they get spit on… this is exactly the demographic Casanova was hoping to appeal to when he started this company.
Foote: wouldn’t be surprised if someone was trying to catch it in their mouth.
Nightmare is pulling at the gear of Legion as she tries to get up – Legion gives her a face wash followed up by a powerslam. Legion waits for Nightmare to stand and then torpedoes into her mid section with a spear. She makes the cover.
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Sting: Legion now in full on assault mode.
Legion Irish whips Nightmare into the corner and follows her there with a running close line. She then puts her boot up on the throat of Nightmare choking her til the ref counts to four. Legion backs up and then runs full tilt across the ring with a flying forearm smash. Nightmare staggers out of the corner into a Samoan drop.
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Foote: Close but no cigar. Both these lades came to win.
Nightmare lays some lefts and rights into Legion pushing her back then lifts her up into a gorilla press – Nightmare holds Legion there for a moment as the crowd cheers – when they read a frenzy Nightmare throws Legion to the mat with a slam. Legion almost bounces getting back up kicking her feet running right into a powerbomb.
Sting: Riley turns the tide again.
Nightmare doesn’t seem to think that’s enough, she takes to the top rope – Mister J is on the outside trying to distract her from the jump – but she executes a perfect corkscrew moonsault.
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Sting: Hell of a move there by Nightmare bit is still isn’t enough.
Legion and Nightmare are nose to nose in the middle of the ring throwing variations of strikes at one another until Legion gets the advantage with a spinning backfist dropping Riley to a single knee. Just as Legion is about to go on the assault again the first few notes of "Big Bad Wolf" - by In This Moment hit and Mister J hops up on the apron facing the entrance as if they are ready to defend.
Foote: What the hell was that?
Legion seems confused but gears up to hit a variation of her mist.
"Big Bad Wolf" - by In This Moment hits again and this time images of Wendigo flash on the screen, red blood pouring from her mouth, quick images of her shaking her head, the lights around the big screen strobe.
Sting: Wendigo trying to cost Legion the match here.
Mister J turns around to face the ring now and Nightmare and Legion are squaring off. Legion blast red mist but Nightmare rolls out of the way and Legion blinds Mister J causing him to fall from the apron. Nightmare rolls Legion up…
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Sting: The distraction almost cost her the match here Bill. There is a long history between Wendigo and Legion… a blood feud that has been bubbling across multiple companies.
Foote: Well she took away her own advantage here by accidentally blinding her team, so the efforts could still pay off if Legion is unable to recover.
Legion is on her knees and eats a boot to he face by Allison who isn’t giving her opponent any breathing time knowing how dangerous she can be. Nightmare swings Legion to the ropes and pops her up on the rebound taking her out of the air with a European uppercut. Allison scoops Legion up on her shoulder and rams her into the turnbuckle before slamming her on the ground with a powerslam. Allison pulls Legion up who breaks free steps back and his her opponent with a superkick. The crowd cheers as Legion falls across Allison for the pin.
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Foote: Riley with the shoulder up there. She got caught by surprise though.
The crowd is cheering for both women as Allison stands and the pair exchange blow after blow, the crowd popping no matter who lands. Both women are clearly hungry for the win. Legion gets the best of Riley and takes her down with a fishermen’s neckbreaker.
Foote: No one can get the advantage here.
Allison grabs Legion from behind with a half nelson choke, she hops up trying to drag Legion to the ground and sink it in, but Legion stays standing and rams Riley into the corner. Riley’s feet his the ground, but as Legion runs back Riley holds on, folds her up and hits a straight jacket German suplex.
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match by pinfall “THE NIGHTMARE” ALLISION RILEY!
Riley’s hand is being raised as her music hits, but behind her someone has snuck out from under the ring, their green hair catching the eye of the audience, but Allison sees nothing with her back turned.
Allison turns around and is kicked right in the guts. Her head put between the legs of “Buck Nasty” Jolyne Ferolino who drives Riley’s head into the mat with a package piledriver.
Sting: Buck Nasty has made her debut and a hell of a statement taking out the winner of this match. She calls that finisher Cemetery Gates and after driving Riley’s head to the mat it doesn’t look like she is far from from.
Ferolino smirks, embracing the jeers from the crowd as “Typhoons” by Royal Blood plays through the desert.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring fighting out of Milwaukee, Wisconsin standing 5’8, weighing in at 165 pounds… THE NIGHTMAREEEEEE ALLISON RILEY!!!
As she gets close to the ring, the lyrics hit the second crescendo and she taps the apron and walks up the stairs just in time for the second chorus to hit as she enters the ring extending her arms.
Sting: This is going to be a good one...
The lights on the stage go out, as a cling sound like coins being tossed in the air is heard. The screen begins to flicker, as a man is showing walking through a forest, tossing three gold coins in the air. He follows a path carrying the coins and a lantern. A woman stands towards the end of his path, as she turns to him. She keeps her head down, as the man offers her the coins, she inspects them, as she looks down as he begins to kneel. She places her hand on his shoulder as the screen shuts off, and the two appear on the stage, the song begins playing, as Legion turns to the crowd, placing the gold coins in her chest, Mister J standing behind her.
Wolves asleep amidst the trees
Bats all a swaying in the breeze
But one soul lies anxious wide awake
Fearing no* manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths
For your dolly Polly sleep has flown
Anderson: And her opponent... standing 5'9" weighing in at 143lbs from Tokyo, Japan.... LEGION!
Legion begins her slow walk down from the top of the apron, as she sways with the music her eyes glowing in the dark. She looks up into the ring where there is no one awaiting her, as she makes her way to the bottom, turning slowly as the beat begins to pick up.
Don't dare let her tremble alone
For the witcher, heartless, cold
Paid in coin of gold
He comes he'll go leave naught behind
But heartache and woe
Deep, deep woe
As she climbs the stairs, she slowly slides into the ring, with red spotlights on her. She cackles slightly, as she looks around. She then slowly backs into a corner sitting down, staring up the ramp as Mister J makes his way to ringside as the music cuts out.
DING! DING! DING!
Legion and Nightmare walk to the center of the ring staring into each other's eyes, both don’t seem intimidated at all by the other. Nightmare kicking things off with a leaping crossarm bar, which Legion quickly rolls out of locking an armbar on in return. That doesn’t last long as Nightmare flips out of it and both get to a vertical base.
Sting: these two seem to have very similar move-sets I’m excited to see how this one pans out.
Foote: tough spot in the show followin’ a fuckin’ barbaric cage match.
Legion grabs Nightmare’s arm for a hammer lock and twists her into an inverted DDT dropping her down.
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Legion hits a leg lariat that drops Nightmare back to the mat, she picks her up by her head and hits a few knife edged chops. Nightmare retaliates with a standing drop kick, followed by a bicycle kick pushing Legion into the ropes whens he springs off she is greeted with a pop-up uppercut.
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Sting: Both women trying to get a win early on here – both just want to add a notch to their belt as quick as possible in the company. A quick win would really solidify both these competitors.
Before Legion can get up Nightmare delivers a soccer kick to the side of the head. Nightmare puts Legion into a dragon sleeper, but somehow Legion flips over her opponent, scoping her up along the way and drives her into the mat hard with a piledriver.
Foote: What a reversal there by Legion, perfectly executed piledriver. That had to jack Nightmare’s neck up.
Nightmare hits a pumphandle suplex – she doesn’t let up, pulling Legion up and driving her back down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker.
Sting: Nightmare showing her strength and proficiency in the ring with another great string of moves.
A sitdown jaw breaker stuns Legion – buying Nightmare enough time to hit a half nelson suplex. Nightmare makes the cover.
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Foote: Almost pulled off the win comin’ from the sky.
Legion gets even with some gut punches as Nightmare goes to haul her up. Legion dodges a right and slips in behind for a German suplex. Nightmare rolls up to her feet to get a wad of saliva tossed from her mouth via super kick.
Sting: The crowd cheering as they get spit on… this is exactly the demographic Casanova was hoping to appeal to when he started this company.
Foote: wouldn’t be surprised if someone was trying to catch it in their mouth.
Nightmare is pulling at the gear of Legion as she tries to get up – Legion gives her a face wash followed up by a powerslam. Legion waits for Nightmare to stand and then torpedoes into her mid section with a spear. She makes the cover.
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Sting: Legion now in full on assault mode.
Legion Irish whips Nightmare into the corner and follows her there with a running close line. She then puts her boot up on the throat of Nightmare choking her til the ref counts to four. Legion backs up and then runs full tilt across the ring with a flying forearm smash. Nightmare staggers out of the corner into a Samoan drop.
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Foote: Close but no cigar. Both these lades came to win.
Nightmare lays some lefts and rights into Legion pushing her back then lifts her up into a gorilla press – Nightmare holds Legion there for a moment as the crowd cheers – when they read a frenzy Nightmare throws Legion to the mat with a slam. Legion almost bounces getting back up kicking her feet running right into a powerbomb.
Sting: Riley turns the tide again.
Nightmare doesn’t seem to think that’s enough, she takes to the top rope – Mister J is on the outside trying to distract her from the jump – but she executes a perfect corkscrew moonsault.
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Sting: Hell of a move there by Nightmare bit is still isn’t enough.
Legion and Nightmare are nose to nose in the middle of the ring throwing variations of strikes at one another until Legion gets the advantage with a spinning backfist dropping Riley to a single knee. Just as Legion is about to go on the assault again the first few notes of "Big Bad Wolf" - by In This Moment hit and Mister J hops up on the apron facing the entrance as if they are ready to defend.
Foote: What the hell was that?
Legion seems confused but gears up to hit a variation of her mist.
"Big Bad Wolf" - by In This Moment hits again and this time images of Wendigo flash on the screen, red blood pouring from her mouth, quick images of her shaking her head, the lights around the big screen strobe.
Sting: Wendigo trying to cost Legion the match here.
Mister J turns around to face the ring now and Nightmare and Legion are squaring off. Legion blast red mist but Nightmare rolls out of the way and Legion blinds Mister J causing him to fall from the apron. Nightmare rolls Legion up…
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Sting: The distraction almost cost her the match here Bill. There is a long history between Wendigo and Legion… a blood feud that has been bubbling across multiple companies.
Foote: Well she took away her own advantage here by accidentally blinding her team, so the efforts could still pay off if Legion is unable to recover.
Legion is on her knees and eats a boot to he face by Allison who isn’t giving her opponent any breathing time knowing how dangerous she can be. Nightmare swings Legion to the ropes and pops her up on the rebound taking her out of the air with a European uppercut. Allison scoops Legion up on her shoulder and rams her into the turnbuckle before slamming her on the ground with a powerslam. Allison pulls Legion up who breaks free steps back and his her opponent with a superkick. The crowd cheers as Legion falls across Allison for the pin.
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Foote: Riley with the shoulder up there. She got caught by surprise though.
The crowd is cheering for both women as Allison stands and the pair exchange blow after blow, the crowd popping no matter who lands. Both women are clearly hungry for the win. Legion gets the best of Riley and takes her down with a fishermen’s neckbreaker.
Foote: No one can get the advantage here.
Allison grabs Legion from behind with a half nelson choke, she hops up trying to drag Legion to the ground and sink it in, but Legion stays standing and rams Riley into the corner. Riley’s feet his the ground, but as Legion runs back Riley holds on, folds her up and hits a straight jacket German suplex.
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match by pinfall “THE NIGHTMARE” ALLISION RILEY!
Riley’s hand is being raised as her music hits, but behind her someone has snuck out from under the ring, their green hair catching the eye of the audience, but Allison sees nothing with her back turned.
Allison turns around and is kicked right in the guts. Her head put between the legs of “Buck Nasty” Jolyne Ferolino who drives Riley’s head into the mat with a package piledriver.
Sting: Buck Nasty has made her debut and a hell of a statement taking out the winner of this match. She calls that finisher Cemetery Gates and after driving Riley’s head to the mat it doesn’t look like she is far from from.
Ferolino smirks, embracing the jeers from the crowd as “Typhoons” by Royal Blood plays through the desert.
The camera cuts back to the ring where pint glasses are being affixed to turnbuckles.
Anderson: The following match is a pint of blood match. Each turnbuckle has a pint attached for each of the four participants. The first to fill their pint up with the blood of their opponents will become the first CU:LT SNUFF Champion.
Foote: This one won’t be pretty folks.
Sting: A little blood and guts never hurt anybody…
"Dead Bite" by Hollywood Undead blasts out on the stage speakers. Once the guitar riffs begin to form, Max comes out with his hooded jacket zipped up tight. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes!
Sting: This guy got the nod from Denzel Porter this past week in the predictions for the show. Lets see if Max earns that nod of respect here tonight.
Max holds his hands apart, making them into finger guns. As he points them towards the sky, fireworks go off on his left and right. Max gives off a faux "shot" with the finger guns, making a huge firework blast go off behind him. He stares towards the ring, nodding his head and focusing intently on what's ahead. He ignores any of the fans trying touch him, male or female. The look on his face is one more of apathy than annoyance or anger.
Anderson: On his way to the ring. Currently residing in a version of San Mateo, CA. Weighing in at 180 lbs. He...is Max...DAEMON!
Once Max reaches ringside, he takes the steps up onto the apron. He falls in between the top and middle ropes, rolling through and landing on his feet. He throws a finger gun to the camera, "shooting" it off before walking back and jumping onto a nearby middle rope. He gives a quick finger gun "shot" off to the crowd before hopping into the ring, ready for the fight to come.
Foote: Max better hope he’s not shootin’ blanks tonight.
"Big Bad Wolf" - by In This Moment blast from the speakers.
Sting: Looks like we are going to see the person who caused Legion her match earlier tonight.
As the music begins to pick up, Wendigo begins to crawl her way out to the ring, scrabbling on her hands and feet like a beast.
Foote: Great another freak, probably neighbors with Fartmouth.
Wendigo’s eyes track the crowd around her, and she bares her teeth, snapping at a few that let their hands wander too close to her before she rises to her feet.
Anderson: From the Black Forest, The Last True Monster WENDIGO!
Wendigo’s eyes lock with her Max’s, and she tilts her head, following their motions as she walks before she slides under the bottom rope. Calmly crawling to the corner, she rests there, staying on her hands and feet.
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the stage is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Sting: There he is! The Human Wrecking Ball!
Foote: Those sirens are appropriate…
Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in CU:LT they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. The sirens begin winding up their pitch for the second round of screaming. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white’s eyes.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring; standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He brings his hands together in front of his chest, in a praying position. He then removes the stocking cap, chain, and jacket and tosses it out to the ring girl. When the referee attempts to check him for contraband, Holden gently pushes him away and leans into his corner, apparently bored.
Foote: Alright, only one more unfortunate fuck who has to join the party.
The lights on the stage all go out. A few seconds of pause hushes the arena before "The Night" by Aurelio Voltaire starts blaring on the PA speakers. As the guitar continues to play, a spotlight shines David Hunter as he steps out onto the stage with a Hawaiian shirt on. His arms are spread out, his chest exposed. When the guitar and violins start mixing towards the lyrics' beginning, the lights ebb in and out to the rhythm. Once the soothing sounds of Voltaire's voice begins to be heard, David looks up, a smirk adorning his face. Jack Hunter lurks behind him, a similar smirk on his face and donned in a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and orange flip-flops. Not to mention the familiar barbed wire bat on his shoulder.
Anderson: Now coming tot he ring from Tampa Florida weighing in at 247lbs and standing 6’3 The Underground King DAVID HUNTERRRRR!
David walks towards the ring, glancing at a lot of the fans as he passes by. Jack does much the same, ignoring them all while looking around the around up into the stands. Once at ringside, David starts to head towards the steps, before taking a u-turn and jumping onto the apron. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stands tall, one foot on the top rope, another on the middle. Jack lurks below him, holding the bat up high with one hand so that it lies next to David, who points towards the hard camera, giving it a wink and another smirk. He resets by hopping into the ring. He begins doing some quick warm-up stretches, tossing the Hawaiian shirt aside as Jack stands at ringside, poised and ready whenever needed.
DING! DING! DING!
All four fighters charge and meet in the center of the ring and shit looks like a mosh pit for the first minute and a half – legs and fists flying everywhere – sharp elbows trying to cut each other open so they can start filing their pint glass.
Foote: Everyone trying to get things started one way or another.
Max breaks off with David Hunter – seemingly doing the smart thing by avoiding the monster, Wendigo. However, Holden Ross doesn’t seem to be too scared squaring off with the creature pushing her back with rights. That is until Wendigo delivers a devastating closeline.
Sting: She’s just inhumane the way she can deliver suck powerful strikes that can take down even larger opponents.
Max is smashing Hunter right after right trying to crack his skull open. Hunter delivers a harsh forearm in return. Max drives David Hunter down with a DDT. Wendigo leaps across the ring onto Max and starts ripping at his forehead with her nails. Max fights her off, but she starts a small wound on his skull. Max backs up as Wendigo seemingly sniffs out the blood in the air.
Foote: You can’t let her scare you, it’s all smoke and mirrors Max.
Ross saves Max by judo throwing Wendigo – she is back up quick and charges but Ross spins her around with an earth shattering spine buster walking over Wendigo and taunting for the hard cam.
Sting: Good he knows how to get eyes on him, but he has to start filling his bucket if he wants to win.
His celebration is short lived as a missile headbutt from Hunter knocks him off balance. Hunter slides out of the ring and yanks a barbed wire bat from under it. But as he holds it in the air taunting to a cheering crowd Ross leans over the top rope and plucks it from him.
Ross: Thanks.
Ross hits Max in the guts, then comes down with it like the hammer of the fucking gods in the center of Wendigo’s head causing blood to splatter across the ring.
Foote: He almost spread parts of her brian all over the damn mat.
Ross pulls Wendigo toward his corner. He doesn’t realize til it’s too late she sat up – she stares at Holden who gulps and prepares to attack – but she slides between his legs. Hunter hits a super kick on Ross causing him to let go of the bat. Wendigo is there when Holden spins around and sinks her teeth into the front of his skull biting into his flesh.
Foote: Shake that critter off ya.
Wendigo with a Russian sweep on Ross to take him down as she keeps her mouth on the wound she opened up on his forehead, almost biting and sucking at the same time. Max somehow got his hand on the barbed wire bat and drives it into the spine of Wendigo not realizing Hunter dumped thumbtacks out behind him. Hunter backdrops Max into the tacks – Max starts kicking his legs frantically rolling around probably making matters worse and turning him into a pin cushion.
Sting: Good luck picking all those out.
Hunter and Ross start to square off as Wendigo goes to her corner and starts spitting the blood she sucked from Ross into her pint glass getting an early lead on everyone else. Hunter racks the eyes and then dropkicks the knee out from under Holden Ross. Hunter is outside the ring and grabs a cheese grater from a rabid fan. He goes to hit Ross with it, but Max hits him in the back of the shoulders with a high drop kick.
Foote: it’s just a mad fucking scramble.
Max hits a back elbow on Hunter. Then Max is scooped up from behind by Holden Ross and is driven into the corner with Ross’ pint glass. He grabs the grater and starts dragging it over Max’s head slowly filling up his pint.
Sting: Ross masking some headway here filling his pint up.
Wendigo is staggered by a suplex from Hunter even though she gets back up quick. She screams and bolts at Hunter but he counters with a big boot trying to stay a step ahead of the monster. Hunter scoops up Wendigo and puts her in his corner, he starts squeezing either side of her head like a vice oozing blood into his pint.
Anderson: The following match is a pint of blood match. Each turnbuckle has a pint attached for each of the four participants. The first to fill their pint up with the blood of their opponents will become the first CU:LT SNUFF Champion.
Foote: This one won’t be pretty folks.
Sting: A little blood and guts never hurt anybody…
"Dead Bite" by Hollywood Undead blasts out on the stage speakers. Once the guitar riffs begin to form, Max comes out with his hooded jacket zipped up tight. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes!
Sting: This guy got the nod from Denzel Porter this past week in the predictions for the show. Lets see if Max earns that nod of respect here tonight.
Max holds his hands apart, making them into finger guns. As he points them towards the sky, fireworks go off on his left and right. Max gives off a faux "shot" with the finger guns, making a huge firework blast go off behind him. He stares towards the ring, nodding his head and focusing intently on what's ahead. He ignores any of the fans trying touch him, male or female. The look on his face is one more of apathy than annoyance or anger.
Anderson: On his way to the ring. Currently residing in a version of San Mateo, CA. Weighing in at 180 lbs. He...is Max...DAEMON!
Once Max reaches ringside, he takes the steps up onto the apron. He falls in between the top and middle ropes, rolling through and landing on his feet. He throws a finger gun to the camera, "shooting" it off before walking back and jumping onto a nearby middle rope. He gives a quick finger gun "shot" off to the crowd before hopping into the ring, ready for the fight to come.
Foote: Max better hope he’s not shootin’ blanks tonight.
"Big Bad Wolf" - by In This Moment blast from the speakers.
Sting: Looks like we are going to see the person who caused Legion her match earlier tonight.
As the music begins to pick up, Wendigo begins to crawl her way out to the ring, scrabbling on her hands and feet like a beast.
Foote: Great another freak, probably neighbors with Fartmouth.
Wendigo’s eyes track the crowd around her, and she bares her teeth, snapping at a few that let their hands wander too close to her before she rises to her feet.
Anderson: From the Black Forest, The Last True Monster WENDIGO!
Wendigo’s eyes lock with her Max’s, and she tilts her head, following their motions as she walks before she slides under the bottom rope. Calmly crawling to the corner, she rests there, staying on her hands and feet.
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the stage is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Sting: There he is! The Human Wrecking Ball!
Foote: Those sirens are appropriate…
Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in CU:LT they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. The sirens begin winding up their pitch for the second round of screaming. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white’s eyes.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring; standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He brings his hands together in front of his chest, in a praying position. He then removes the stocking cap, chain, and jacket and tosses it out to the ring girl. When the referee attempts to check him for contraband, Holden gently pushes him away and leans into his corner, apparently bored.
Foote: Alright, only one more unfortunate fuck who has to join the party.
The lights on the stage all go out. A few seconds of pause hushes the arena before "The Night" by Aurelio Voltaire starts blaring on the PA speakers. As the guitar continues to play, a spotlight shines David Hunter as he steps out onto the stage with a Hawaiian shirt on. His arms are spread out, his chest exposed. When the guitar and violins start mixing towards the lyrics' beginning, the lights ebb in and out to the rhythm. Once the soothing sounds of Voltaire's voice begins to be heard, David looks up, a smirk adorning his face. Jack Hunter lurks behind him, a similar smirk on his face and donned in a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and orange flip-flops. Not to mention the familiar barbed wire bat on his shoulder.
Anderson: Now coming tot he ring from Tampa Florida weighing in at 247lbs and standing 6’3 The Underground King DAVID HUNTERRRRR!
David walks towards the ring, glancing at a lot of the fans as he passes by. Jack does much the same, ignoring them all while looking around the around up into the stands. Once at ringside, David starts to head towards the steps, before taking a u-turn and jumping onto the apron. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stands tall, one foot on the top rope, another on the middle. Jack lurks below him, holding the bat up high with one hand so that it lies next to David, who points towards the hard camera, giving it a wink and another smirk. He resets by hopping into the ring. He begins doing some quick warm-up stretches, tossing the Hawaiian shirt aside as Jack stands at ringside, poised and ready whenever needed.
DING! DING! DING!
All four fighters charge and meet in the center of the ring and shit looks like a mosh pit for the first minute and a half – legs and fists flying everywhere – sharp elbows trying to cut each other open so they can start filing their pint glass.
Foote: Everyone trying to get things started one way or another.
Max breaks off with David Hunter – seemingly doing the smart thing by avoiding the monster, Wendigo. However, Holden Ross doesn’t seem to be too scared squaring off with the creature pushing her back with rights. That is until Wendigo delivers a devastating closeline.
Sting: She’s just inhumane the way she can deliver suck powerful strikes that can take down even larger opponents.
Max is smashing Hunter right after right trying to crack his skull open. Hunter delivers a harsh forearm in return. Max drives David Hunter down with a DDT. Wendigo leaps across the ring onto Max and starts ripping at his forehead with her nails. Max fights her off, but she starts a small wound on his skull. Max backs up as Wendigo seemingly sniffs out the blood in the air.
Foote: You can’t let her scare you, it’s all smoke and mirrors Max.
Ross saves Max by judo throwing Wendigo – she is back up quick and charges but Ross spins her around with an earth shattering spine buster walking over Wendigo and taunting for the hard cam.
Sting: Good he knows how to get eyes on him, but he has to start filling his bucket if he wants to win.
His celebration is short lived as a missile headbutt from Hunter knocks him off balance. Hunter slides out of the ring and yanks a barbed wire bat from under it. But as he holds it in the air taunting to a cheering crowd Ross leans over the top rope and plucks it from him.
Ross: Thanks.
Ross hits Max in the guts, then comes down with it like the hammer of the fucking gods in the center of Wendigo’s head causing blood to splatter across the ring.
Foote: He almost spread parts of her brian all over the damn mat.
Ross pulls Wendigo toward his corner. He doesn’t realize til it’s too late she sat up – she stares at Holden who gulps and prepares to attack – but she slides between his legs. Hunter hits a super kick on Ross causing him to let go of the bat. Wendigo is there when Holden spins around and sinks her teeth into the front of his skull biting into his flesh.
Foote: Shake that critter off ya.
Wendigo with a Russian sweep on Ross to take him down as she keeps her mouth on the wound she opened up on his forehead, almost biting and sucking at the same time. Max somehow got his hand on the barbed wire bat and drives it into the spine of Wendigo not realizing Hunter dumped thumbtacks out behind him. Hunter backdrops Max into the tacks – Max starts kicking his legs frantically rolling around probably making matters worse and turning him into a pin cushion.
Sting: Good luck picking all those out.
Hunter and Ross start to square off as Wendigo goes to her corner and starts spitting the blood she sucked from Ross into her pint glass getting an early lead on everyone else. Hunter racks the eyes and then dropkicks the knee out from under Holden Ross. Hunter is outside the ring and grabs a cheese grater from a rabid fan. He goes to hit Ross with it, but Max hits him in the back of the shoulders with a high drop kick.
Foote: it’s just a mad fucking scramble.
Max hits a back elbow on Hunter. Then Max is scooped up from behind by Holden Ross and is driven into the corner with Ross’ pint glass. He grabs the grater and starts dragging it over Max’s head slowly filling up his pint.
Sting: Ross masking some headway here filling his pint up.
Wendigo is staggered by a suplex from Hunter even though she gets back up quick. She screams and bolts at Hunter but he counters with a big boot trying to stay a step ahead of the monster. Hunter scoops up Wendigo and puts her in his corner, he starts squeezing either side of her head like a vice oozing blood into his pint.
Wendigo breaks free of Hunter’s assault, but he closelines her over the top rope. She gets up and shrieks, but as she slides into the ring her ankle is nabbed.
Sting: Legion is back for revenge.
Legion hauls Wendigo out of the ring - out of no where - clearly angered she cost her a match earlier in the night. Legion starts unloading strikes into her already bloodied rival and they battle up the entrance way toward the staging as the match continues in the ring.
Foote: Legion couldn’t take the loss from earlier in the night laying down. I know in other companies Wendigo and her have battled and Wendigo has even bitten a chunk outta her.
Hunter now takes his attention to Ross taking him off Max, which turns out to be a huge mistake as Ross sinks his teeth into the forehead of his former tag partner splitting open years old scaring. Ross kicks Hunter in the gut and lifts him up in a suplex position standing him over his pint glass letting the blood trickle into it.
Foote: Ross is on a tear here just filling his glass up as quick as possible.
Meanwhile Legion has set up a table. She and Wendigo battle their way up the steps toward the makeshift skyboxes English sold for far too much.
Sting: Those two are going to battle one another across timelines.
Max drop kicks Ross in the face, he takes him to the mat with a DDT. Ross is quick to his knees – and eats one of Max’s. Max starts raining down sharp elbows mounting Ross in the process covering his face in blood. Max drags Ross to his corner and starts pushing his face into the rim of his glass like he’s making some homemade orange juice.
Sting: Things are starting to get tight. It’s a bloodbath, the ring looks like a painting and it’s only getting more and more covered.
Hunter breaks things up this time tossing Max with a back of the head suplex. Hunter slides out of the ring and pulls a hammer out from underneath. He rolls into the ring and when Max runs at him he clips him in the knee cap flipping him over.
Foote: He kneecapped the bastard.
Hunter flips the hammer over and uses the pointed end to dig into the open wound on Max’s forehead – stretching it over his glass.
Sting: Some of these people will be deformed by the end of this…
Foote: Unless they came in deformed already…
Legion is tossed through one of the doors leading to the main room of one of the skyboxes. Men in suits hide behind their wives in low cut dresses as the brawl makes it way through the room. Legion drags Wendigo across a catering tables spilling fancy food and wine.
Sting: We’ve got a match inside of a match going on here Bill.
Foote: I can’t keep up, I don’t even remember what I had for dinner and this show is running way too goddamn long.
Back in the ring Ross snaps a lightube over Hunter’s back. Hunter bends his shoulders and turns around to take another right to the face. Ross now jabs the tip into his friend’s forehead dragging him toward his turnbuckle to fill his pint with blood.
Sting; it’s a game of milliliters here Foote. Ross could win it right here.
Max hits Ross with a superkick to the back of the head, followed by an enziguri, he polishes the combo off with a back elbow. He drags Ross to his corner and bends him awkwardly over the top rope locking in a dragon sleeper variation trying to get his blood into the pint glass.
Sting: A version of his finisher he calls Arbiter locked in.
Foote: And now he is just beating the side of Ross’s head with strikes splashing blood into his glass.
The attack is broken up this time by Hunter who stabs a fork 3, 4 or 10 times into the forehead of Max who lets go of Ross. Hunter locks Max in a sleeper hold, but as Max fades he wakes him up with a few more jabs from the metal fork. He’s pulling Max toward his pint glass when Ross grabs his wrist and starts hitting closeline after closeline. Ross drags Hunter toward his turnbuckle.
Sting: Every single one of these men want it.
Up in the sky box Legion grabs Wendigo by the back of the neck and waist and throws her head first through the glass windows sending shards into the crowd below as Wendigo soars through the air snapping the table below and hitting the ground with an audible thud. Legion chants start as she stares down from the shattered skybox window.
Foote: Holy crap, I think she officially slayed the monster. Safe to say she won’t be back in this one to fill her pint up.
Sting: With the way she was tossed it’ll be hard to say if she is even around for the next card.
Hunter is stabbing and stabbing away at Ross’ forehead filling up his pint glass quick as the he tries to shake him off to no avail.
Sting: He’s getting dangerously close.
Foote: Hunter is going to take it right here… by ripping the face off his former tag partner.
Max seeing whats going on and realizing Wendigo won’t be back in the back smirks as he staggers over to her corner wiping the blood out of his eyes. He snaps Wendigo's pint off the base and walks over to his, tipping the blood into his glass – putting it just over the edge – as he drops to his knees.
Sting: What a brilliant move my Max Daemon there.
DING! DING! DING!
The ringing bell stops Hunter and Ross from battling as they look over to Daemon, trying to get to his feet being presented the SNUFF Championship.
Anderson: The winner of this match and first SNUFF CHAMPION MAX DAEMON!
Foote: What the fuck is this… a man who typically doesn’t use weapons is now the champion of a death match division. I don’t know how the fuck this company is going to work out. I’m shoppin’ my resume.
DING! DING! DING!
The ringing bell stops Hunter and Ross from battling as they look over to Daemon, trying to get to his feet being presented the SNUFF Championship.
Anderson: The winner of this match and first SNUFF CHAMPION MAX DAEMON!
Foote: What the fuck is this… a man who typically doesn’t use weapons is now the champion of a death match division. I don’t know how the fuck this company is going to work out. I’m shoppin’ my resume.
m“Zombie” by the Cranberries begins to play on the PA system as the lights on stage fade to black. The audience pulls their phones out to help the camera search the crowd for the mysterious Jane.
Foote: Oh wonderful, another damn freak.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring from The Potters Field standing 5’6 weighting 147lbs Voice of the Victim JANNNNNEEEE DOEEEEE!
As the music lowers and the leading riff plays, the Voice of the Victim steps from one of the entrance followed by the Speaker of the Dead. Fans reach towards her, hesitant as she slowly walks through the crowd. Upon reaching the ring, Jane slides in and crawl towards the center as Sound stands patiently ringside.
Sting: Jane is one of the most unique women in the business…
Jane explores each corner, pulling herself onto the second buckle. She stares inquisitively into the crowd.
Anderson: And her opponent standing 6’2 weighing in at 220bs from Los Angeles The Real Deal BLAKE O’REILLY!
"I'm a Star" By Jeremih hits as Blake O'Reilly struts out with a cocky unphased swagger.
Foote: This guy better have shook the jitters or he is going to get chewed up by Jane Doe.
As he makes his way down the ramp he removes his denim sleeveless jacket and throws it to the crowd.
Sting: I have a feeling the winner of this match will somehow dictate the future direction of the company.
He leaps onto the apron then over the top rope landing in the center as he simply tilts his head back as the lights dim down and a single spotlight hits him.
Anderson: Before this match starts – I was informed this will be a number one contender match for a shot at the New World Championship and Jonestown Reunion.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: What an opportunity for these two.
Blake takes a deep breath, shakes his head and then walks toward Jane Doe. Jane simply cocks her head to the side in return, staring down Blake – not even registering this was just announced as a number one contender match.
Foote: I’d be trying to kick her head off as quickly as possible and get the hell out of there.
Suddenly Jane lunges toward Blake with a closeline but he ducks, she comes off the ropes again with momentum and hits a flying forearm smash to the face of O’Reilly. Jane hits a shotgun dropkick and then headbutt.
Foote: I know Blake can overcome his fear and put Jane Doe down again.
Jane tosses Blake to the corner and runs behind him sandwiching him into the turnbuckles with a flying corner smash, Blake staggers out of the corner swinging his arms like a punch drunk boxer… Jane drives his head to the ground with a running bulldog.
Sting: Jane really going to work, it’s almost like she can taste the fear in Blake and is feeding off of it.
Jane swings Blake to the corner again, she drives an elbow into the side of his head. Jane then spreads one leg out over the second rope then the other… she backs up and runs kicking Blake right in the groin, he falls forward but Jane catches him – leaving his legs still hung up on the second ropes straddling the turnbuckle she plants Blake with a rope hang DDT and covers.
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Sting: Close one by Jane after a complete onslaught. Usually that is something you see from Blake early in matches.
As Blake is coming to, Jane gets down close to his face, almost inspecting him – Blake’s eye flash open and he kicks the zombie away from him scurrying to the other side of the ring as she looks on amused – the crowd chanting Jane Doe. Blake gets up and kicks the bottom turnbuckle pad hard trying to get out of his own head.
Foote: He has to shake out the spookies if he has a hope of beating Jane.
Blake comes flying out of the corner – he fakes a closeline – ducks down and spears Jane Doe taking her off her base. Blake leaps in the air and drives and elbow down where Jane’s heart should be. Blake grabs Jane by the head picking her up and hits a snap suplex. He doesn’t let go and twists back to his feet still with Jane’s head tucked into his shoulder. He puts her feet up to the air and then drops her back down with a jackhammer.
Sting: Blake flexing now and the crowd is hating it. Don’t get too far ahead of yourself.
Blake hits a springboard moonsault, then leaps up the top rope and comes off with another moonsault. He smirks, but Jane sits up and cocks her head to the side, Blake gulps but kicks her back down with a boot to the head.
Foote: There you go Blake, stay on the girl, don’t let her get in your head with this creepy make-up bullshit.
Blake scoops Jane up and drives her into the corner with a buckle bomb, when she comes out she is thrown into the air and dropped back down with a pop-up sit-out spine buster.
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Foote: Dammit Blake, keep the hits coming.
Blake shakes his head and lets out a puff of air almost as if he can hear Bill Foote’s advice. He executes a beautiful T-Bone suplex. Then a pump handle suplex, following by a pump handle slam and Jane is just taking the damage. Blake goes to the apron, waits for Jane to get back up and comes over the top with a springboard crossbody. He hops to the top rope and comes off with a 450 splash.
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Sting: The crowd is roaring for Jane to fight back here. I have seen her take a worse ass kicking than this and come back.
Foote: I don’t think Blake is willing to risk it.
Blake waits for Jane to get up then comes across the ring with a rolling thunder block buster combo snapping the back of Doe’s head to the canvas.
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Sting: Still not enough and with every kick out this crowd is popping bigger and bigger.
Blake signals for his finisher, he hooks Jane’s head in a reverse DDT getting ready to twist and plant her face -- Jane uses her flexibility to flip up over Blake’s head and lock him him in that same reverse DDT position… Jane leaps up bringing an arm across Blake’s chest and falls with him sticking her knees up into his back.
Sting: CENOTAPH OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH JANE DOE!
Foote: Blake almost kicked out there, but he’s already rolled out of the ring. It’s clear he’s had enough of this shit.
Sting: There you have it, the number one contender for whoever walks away with the New World Championship here tonight. At Jonestown Reunion it’ll be Jane Doe vs Jaka, Donnie Hopkins or Tommy Knox.
Foote: Someone needs to kill this crazy broad… again…
Jane Doe’s music plays and she twists her head around, her eyes snapping to each camera taking her picture, but then she finds the hardcam… She drops to the ground and crawls toward it slowly as the camera cuts to a build up of the upcoming CU:LT Classic Championship match.
Foote: Oh wonderful, another damn freak.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring from The Potters Field standing 5’6 weighting 147lbs Voice of the Victim JANNNNNEEEE DOEEEEE!
As the music lowers and the leading riff plays, the Voice of the Victim steps from one of the entrance followed by the Speaker of the Dead. Fans reach towards her, hesitant as she slowly walks through the crowd. Upon reaching the ring, Jane slides in and crawl towards the center as Sound stands patiently ringside.
Sting: Jane is one of the most unique women in the business…
Jane explores each corner, pulling herself onto the second buckle. She stares inquisitively into the crowd.
Anderson: And her opponent standing 6’2 weighing in at 220bs from Los Angeles The Real Deal BLAKE O’REILLY!
"I'm a Star" By Jeremih hits as Blake O'Reilly struts out with a cocky unphased swagger.
Foote: This guy better have shook the jitters or he is going to get chewed up by Jane Doe.
As he makes his way down the ramp he removes his denim sleeveless jacket and throws it to the crowd.
Sting: I have a feeling the winner of this match will somehow dictate the future direction of the company.
He leaps onto the apron then over the top rope landing in the center as he simply tilts his head back as the lights dim down and a single spotlight hits him.
Anderson: Before this match starts – I was informed this will be a number one contender match for a shot at the New World Championship and Jonestown Reunion.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: What an opportunity for these two.
Blake takes a deep breath, shakes his head and then walks toward Jane Doe. Jane simply cocks her head to the side in return, staring down Blake – not even registering this was just announced as a number one contender match.
Foote: I’d be trying to kick her head off as quickly as possible and get the hell out of there.
Suddenly Jane lunges toward Blake with a closeline but he ducks, she comes off the ropes again with momentum and hits a flying forearm smash to the face of O’Reilly. Jane hits a shotgun dropkick and then headbutt.
Foote: I know Blake can overcome his fear and put Jane Doe down again.
Jane tosses Blake to the corner and runs behind him sandwiching him into the turnbuckles with a flying corner smash, Blake staggers out of the corner swinging his arms like a punch drunk boxer… Jane drives his head to the ground with a running bulldog.
Sting: Jane really going to work, it’s almost like she can taste the fear in Blake and is feeding off of it.
Jane swings Blake to the corner again, she drives an elbow into the side of his head. Jane then spreads one leg out over the second rope then the other… she backs up and runs kicking Blake right in the groin, he falls forward but Jane catches him – leaving his legs still hung up on the second ropes straddling the turnbuckle she plants Blake with a rope hang DDT and covers.
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Sting: Close one by Jane after a complete onslaught. Usually that is something you see from Blake early in matches.
As Blake is coming to, Jane gets down close to his face, almost inspecting him – Blake’s eye flash open and he kicks the zombie away from him scurrying to the other side of the ring as she looks on amused – the crowd chanting Jane Doe. Blake gets up and kicks the bottom turnbuckle pad hard trying to get out of his own head.
Foote: He has to shake out the spookies if he has a hope of beating Jane.
Blake comes flying out of the corner – he fakes a closeline – ducks down and spears Jane Doe taking her off her base. Blake leaps in the air and drives and elbow down where Jane’s heart should be. Blake grabs Jane by the head picking her up and hits a snap suplex. He doesn’t let go and twists back to his feet still with Jane’s head tucked into his shoulder. He puts her feet up to the air and then drops her back down with a jackhammer.
Sting: Blake flexing now and the crowd is hating it. Don’t get too far ahead of yourself.
Blake hits a springboard moonsault, then leaps up the top rope and comes off with another moonsault. He smirks, but Jane sits up and cocks her head to the side, Blake gulps but kicks her back down with a boot to the head.
Foote: There you go Blake, stay on the girl, don’t let her get in your head with this creepy make-up bullshit.
Blake scoops Jane up and drives her into the corner with a buckle bomb, when she comes out she is thrown into the air and dropped back down with a pop-up sit-out spine buster.
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Foote: Dammit Blake, keep the hits coming.
Blake shakes his head and lets out a puff of air almost as if he can hear Bill Foote’s advice. He executes a beautiful T-Bone suplex. Then a pump handle suplex, following by a pump handle slam and Jane is just taking the damage. Blake goes to the apron, waits for Jane to get back up and comes over the top with a springboard crossbody. He hops to the top rope and comes off with a 450 splash.
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Sting: The crowd is roaring for Jane to fight back here. I have seen her take a worse ass kicking than this and come back.
Foote: I don’t think Blake is willing to risk it.
Blake waits for Jane to get up then comes across the ring with a rolling thunder block buster combo snapping the back of Doe’s head to the canvas.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Still not enough and with every kick out this crowd is popping bigger and bigger.
Blake signals for his finisher, he hooks Jane’s head in a reverse DDT getting ready to twist and plant her face -- Jane uses her flexibility to flip up over Blake’s head and lock him him in that same reverse DDT position… Jane leaps up bringing an arm across Blake’s chest and falls with him sticking her knees up into his back.
Sting: CENOTAPH OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH JANE DOE!
Foote: Blake almost kicked out there, but he’s already rolled out of the ring. It’s clear he’s had enough of this shit.
Sting: There you have it, the number one contender for whoever walks away with the New World Championship here tonight. At Jonestown Reunion it’ll be Jane Doe vs Jaka, Donnie Hopkins or Tommy Knox.
Foote: Someone needs to kill this crazy broad… again…
Jane Doe’s music plays and she twists her head around, her eyes snapping to each camera taking her picture, but then she finds the hardcam… She drops to the ground and crawls toward it slowly as the camera cuts to a build up of the upcoming CU:LT Classic Championship match.
Sting: This is the one many have been waiting for. I just hope it lives up to the hype – I know at least one man is coming off a grueling match.
Foote: I have not a lick a fucking sympathy for Owen Gonsalves. When the fuck isn’t JD Driftwood having a brutal brawl?
Sting: I mean.. Fair point I guess.
"Blockbuster Night Part I" by Run The Jewels hits and the crowd starts to cheer as Owen Gonsalves appears at the top of the ramp. He has his trademark bomber jacket with a metallic union jack, he has PPV whites on and is holding the IJPW Strong Crown Championship.
Anderson: The next match is for the CU:LT Classic Championship. First coming to the ring standing 6’0, weighing in at 205lbs – from Melbourne, Australia "Wristlock Sinatra" himself OWEN GONSALVESSSSSS!!!!
Sting: He was the first person to sign up for CU:LT… much to management's surprise and it gave the company some legitimacy.
The only thing throwing off Owen’s look is a clear plastic face shield. He struts toward the ring, slapping some hands along the way.
Foote: Owen got his beak smashed at Murder She Wrote and it looks that injury could play a factor tonight. I know JD will want to rip that thing off.
Gonsalves slides into the ring and taunts holding up his championship, hoping to add another to his collection tonight. He cracks his neck and looks up the ramp getting ready for his opponent.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual hits and JD Driftwood walks out from behind the curtain and stomps toward the ring to a mixed reaction.
Anderson: Coming to the ring standing 6’0 and weighing 300lbs, from Key West, Florida JD DRIFTWOODDDD!
Foote: You couldn’t have a more opposite person from Owen than JD Fucking Driftwood. This man is going to stomp a fucking hole in the skull of all these little boys, jab his fingers in and pull out their god damn brains.
Driftwood walks up the steps and through the middle rope. He spits on the canvas looking across the ring at Gonsalves.
DING! DING! DING!
The roar of the crowd nearly drowns out the announce team as Gonsalves and Driftwood eye eachother up from across the ring. JD starts jawing, but no one can make out what he is lipping other than the word “fuck” being laced throughout. Owen just shakes his head stepping toward his opponent.
Sting: These two certainly have a lot to say to one another.
JD points to his jaw begging, daring Owen to kick things off and Owen drives his forearm into his face. JD steps back, pushes his tongue into the side of his mouth then open hand slaps Owen across the face.
Foote: This face shield is bullshit, JD is not slapping this bitch half as hard as he could be.
Owen angrily snaps back with two more stiff forearms to the skull – JD backhands him this time – Gonsalves responds with a spinning kick to the gut keeling the bigger opponent over – Owen has momentum off the ropes and JD throws him into the air with a pop-up Samoan drop which rattles the canvas.
Sting: There is that hard hitting style from Driftwood.
JD picks Owen up front the ground, but Gonsalves grabs the wrist and twists, bringing JD into a hammerlock, JD falls down to a seated position and to the surprise of Owen and the crowd he rolls over to get his arm out from behind him, he pulls Owen toward him with a shoulder block knocking Gonsalves to the mat – Owen keeps his grip, nipping up and then hip tossing the larger man, grabbing the arm and pulling it behind him once more in a hammerlock position. Owen now pins the arm there with a knee and pushes JD onto his stomach. Owen takes his fingers and stats twisting the arm and bending JD's fingers in strange positions. He pins the hand to the mat with his other knee then swiftly pulls the other leg from pinning the hammer lock position to stomp the arm and elbow of Driftwood who rolls across the canvas in pain.
Foote: If you think that’s the weirdest position JD Driftwood’s fingers have ever been in you don’t really know the man do ya?
Gonsalves runs across the ring and kicks JD in the spine. He hooks his arms and flips over into a variation of cattle mutilation. Driftwood kicks for the ropes, but Owen uses them to push off flipping both men over – Owen manages to hang on. Somehow JD pushes himself forward… he stands up with Owen on his back… back to back now… getting ready to drop the vertebreaker.
Sting: Oh, it was almost an early night there for Gonsalves, but he somehow just flipped backwards to avoid the Full on Header. Owen is on his feet now and drop kicks JD in the knee, and a step up kick to the side of the head.
Owen and JD are exchanging on the ring apron – commonly known as the hardest part – Gonsalves ducks a wild left and hooks Driftwood flipping him overhead with a shoulder suplex. Driftwood misses the apron all for his shoulder that takes the brunt of impact – some in the crowd hear a crack, unsure if it was a portion of the ring or Driftwood’s joint.
Sting: What a move there by Owen. The landing did not look pretty for Driftwood.
Owen pulls himself up not realizing the full extent of the damage he just inflicted – but his ring awareness kicks in and he leaps off the apron stomping on the shoulder he just damaged. He’s not giving Driftwood a second to recover as he Irish whips him into the ring post on the outside and rolls through the corner of the ring back to the outside breaking the count. Now he has JD by the bad hand and starts pulling ramming his face and shoulder into the ring post over and over and over. The crowd cheers on Owen’s viciousness.
Foote: I’ll give Owen a nod on his ring awareness. This is exactly how you have to beat JD. Out wrestling him isn’t going to keep him down – Gonsalves is going to have to bash his brain in with the ring post.
Owen grabs the wrist and twists – and again – then drives and elbow into the shoulder blade dropping JD to the mat and securing an arm bar. Now Owen takes the arm and stretches it out, goes up in a handstand and comes down driving the knee into the shoulder socket and bends. JD is in pain but shows no sign of taping out. Gonsalves is up now still holding the bad arm of Driftwood and he starts kicking at the shoulder joint over and over. It’s turning purple and black, swelling before the fans eyes and JD grunts with every shot.
Sting: Owen has found a target and I don’t think he has any plans of giving it up. The shoulder of JD caught the apron and ever since Gonsalves is zeroing in.
Owen smirks, grabbing the arm and placing it behind JD and he lifts him up with a quick powerslam bringing all his weight down on his own arm. Owen now pins the arm with his knee in it and bends JD’s body backward in a variation of a dragon sleeper.
Foote: Jesus, I don’t think Driftwood was doing yoga to prepare for this one.
JD fires a knee up to Owen’s face twice causing him to drop the larger fighter. Owen staggers into a gut buster, then spins around to get an atomic drop. JD runs and just nails Gonsalves in the back of the head with a forearm. He wraps up Owen’s head in a headlock and drops him forward with a bulldog.
Foote: Now you can’t tell me that ain’t classic fuckin’ wrestlin’
Driftwood mocks his opponent calling for a top rope move he doesn’t do often. He heads to only the second turnbuckle and comes off with a double axehandle right on the crown of Owen. Driftwood charges his opponent now – Owen with a half nelson into a quick olympic slam and both men and laid out.
Sting: The Ultimate Eye out of nowhere. One of Gonsalves finishers and he could have it on here after the damage he has done to Driftwood’s shoulder.
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Owen is back in control and snaps an arm bar on Driftwood, as JD tries to roll out Owen starts driving his heel into the shoulder socket over and over striking it, almost yanking at the arm now trying to pull JD’s shoulder out of socket. JD looks like he has no interest in tapping out through his face is red and he screams in pain.
Foote: Fuck em JD! Yeah, don’t let this little prick get the best of ya. Cripple him right here, I don’t want to see any Tweets about him fuckin’ ever again.
Sting: It looks like JD is the one in a predicament here Bill.
Foote: Nah, O’l JD got this little chest shaving bitch right where he wants him. Thinkin’ he has some sort of advantage. I used to smoke cigarettes with JD’s daddy – Owen’s gonna have to pull that arm off and beat em half to death with it if he wants to win and truth be told I don’t think he’s man enough.
JD scrambles to get his foot on the rope – Owen pulls back – JD wraps his feet around the bottom. The ref counts to four and Owen gets to his feet. JD uses his good arm to pull himself up by the ropes and sprints at Owen with a shoulder thrust using his good arm. Driftwood spins Gonsalves around and slams him down with an inverted scoop slam he calls Busch Gardens.
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JD just stomps Owen’s head over and over and over and over and over – frustrated as fuck. He grabs Owen by the ear and pulls him up like a dad punishing his son, he grabs Owen and reverse suplexes him.
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Sting: What an exchange here, both these men want to walk out with this title and are leaving it all in the ring here tonight.
JD shakes his arm out cussing after having to use it to hit power moves – he knows he is only hitting with 70 percent at this point. JD grabs at Owen’s mask finally trying to yank off Owen’s face shield, he gets it free.
Foote: Stomp his face in JD.
JD grabs Owen by the arms to pull him up. Owen uses leverage to yank down on JD’s injured arm and stars up kicking JD while on the ground — reverse stomping him over and over and over, almost getting pay back and the tough son of a bitch JD Driftwood is still standing as Owen just keep making him chew leather. He pulls the arm down and somehow ties JD up with an arm trap crossface. JD’s free arm is flailing in the aim like it is going to tap out any second and give Owen the CU:LT Classic Championship.
Sting: We will see if JD knows the fundamentals enough to get out of this one.
Foote: I know for a fact Cutter taught his boy all the tricks.
JD once again uses his power to roll and crawl to the ropes wrapping his free hand around the second rope. Owen yanks and yanks – but he can’t break him free and has to give up the hold, and fix his face shield, as JD rolls to the apron. He pulls himself up just to come eye to eye with Gonsalves. Driftwood hits an elbow, then a knee between the ropes to the gut. The 300 pounder comes flying over with a sunset flip roll up.
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Sting: Completely unexpected maneuvers being pulled out here tonight by Driftwood.
Owen to his feet first hits JD with a superkick while he is on his knees, then another, then another – JD asks for one more – before Owen connects JD steps up and pushes him back with his palm. Owen runs forward now and leaps up a little wrapping his legs around the neck and spinning into a guillotine choke.
Sting: Owen is relentless with trying to get JD in any position to tap, but I think Driftwood would rather pass out on the canvas then tap out to Gonsalves.
Foote: Hell he’d probably rather die.
JD is falling forward fading from the choke. A burst of energy sends Owen up over Driftwood's head and crashes to the mat. Driftwood thinks about going for the pin, but decides not to give the fans another false finish – he hates that shit. Instead Driftwood takes Owen between the ropes.
Foote: What a hoss toss there by JD… using some strength to combat the technical display Owen is putin’ on.
Owen and JD are back out on the apron. Driftwood grabs Owen belly to belly trying for an over head suplex – his arm won’t let him and he lets go. Owen hits a superkick again, but much to his surprise Driftwood doesn’t fall over he holds on the rope and delives a boot to the face back spitting at Gonsalves in the process. Then a toe kick, JD grunts preparing his arm and hoists Gonsalves up into a powerbomb. He’s about to drop Owen onto the ring apron, but then switches direction and leaps off the ringside with a powerbomb to the desert sand – Owen is sent further out through – his back shoulders coming down across the railing separating the fans. The face shield Owen is wearing comes out of position a bit on impact.
Foote: HOLY SHIT! JD Driftwood just broke Owen in half.
Sting: This is going to be a hard one to recover from. Owen has been though some battles in recent weeks – I’m sure his body is already taking a toll.
Driftwood hooks Owen’s arms up into the railing and starts laying chops, sweat splashing from Gonsalves’ chest into the first row of the crowd.
Foote: If you don’t want bodily fluids on ya at a wrestling show don’t sit in the splash zone. At this point nearly every bodily fluid imaginable has been spewed.
DR. FITWOOD CLAP CLAP CALP!
The crowd repeats it over and over poking fun at the misprinted promotional poster put out of JD when he first signed with an unfortunate typo. JD shakes his head. The crowd keeps the chant going as he continues the assault on Gonsalves.
Sting: This crowd might think they are helping, but getting under Driftwood's skin probably isn't the best idea.
JD slaps the chest of Owen three more times for good measure. Owen falls to the sand below, some sticking to him as Driftwood locks eyes on a fan – Charlie himself wearing the misprinted DR. FITWOOD shirt. JD grabs the fan and pulls him over the railing, he rips the shirt clean off the small man’s body ragdolling him in the process. He takes the shirt and wraps it around Owen’s neck choking the shit out of him as the crowd screams – some in the front row throwing drinks and garbage as he takes the hold all the way to a four count. JD walks over to Charlie who is just getting back up and starts stogging the shirt into his mouth as security separates the rabid wrestler from the fans.
Foote: Fuck them fans, if they want to mock JD that is exactly what they deserve. People think they can come here with signs and clothing mocking wrestlers… they are lucky JD doesn't cut every one of em up.
JD swings his opponent into the ring to break the count – forcing the ref to stop checking on the fan as security puts him back into the crowd. Driftwood stalks Owen as he struggles to get to his feet and as he finally seems to knock out to the cobwebs Driftwood rattles his brain with a snap dragon suplex using his left arm a little more then the right causing Owen to land awkwardly. JD shakes his arm trying to get the proper feeling back to it.
Sting: Driftwood is feeling the effect of Gonsalves working over that arm thought the match, he’s not getting the explosiveness he hopes for on that particular suplex.
Driftwood waits for Owen to get back up and his him with a discus elbow with his good arm putting Gonsalves back down. He places Owen’s head between his legs and grabs him by the thighs with his good arm hitting a stump puller piledriver.
Foote: There we go, a classic… JD playing the hits there tonight.
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Foote: Fuck so close! C’mon JD don’t let up.
JD punches the mat with anger, bounces off the back rope and nails a brutal closeline to Owen that nearly rips his head off.
Sting:Pez Dispenser, but clearly with the way Owen has worked over that arm he didn’t get all of it at full power.
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Foote: Hit him again Driftwood!
Driftwood doesn’t waste time and pulls Gonsalves to his feet, he leaps up with his guillotine choke finisher, but can’t grip him due to the damaged arm. He falls onto the mat Owen grabs the legs and leaps over pulling them up for a bridged pin.
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Foote: You gotta be kidding me. JD kicked out a cunt hair too late.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and FIRST CU:LT CLASSIC CHAMPION OWEN GONSALVES!
Driftwood shakes his head looking at Gonsalves as he grips the title almost shocked. Owen positions the face shield back in place from being rocked about his skull throughout the match. He’s breathing heavy – cardio less than where it should be considering the broken nose. Run the Jewels is blasting though the desert. JD just looks at Owen, hocks a loogie onto the ground, steps through the ropes and walks up the ramp.
Foote: This is highway fucking robbery. JD Driftwood would have had this match one had it continued ten seconds longer.
Sting: Oh well, like Owen said, maybe Driftwood just doesn’t fit the image of what this title means. Maybe he just belongs stabbing forks and shit into peoples heads. And don’t get me wrong there is plenty of room for that here – maybe the SNUFF division.
Owen gets on the turnbuckle and hoists his newly won CU:LT Classic Championship up in the air in one arm – and the IJPW Strong Crown Championship in the other.
Foote: I have not a lick a fucking sympathy for Owen Gonsalves. When the fuck isn’t JD Driftwood having a brutal brawl?
Sting: I mean.. Fair point I guess.
"Blockbuster Night Part I" by Run The Jewels hits and the crowd starts to cheer as Owen Gonsalves appears at the top of the ramp. He has his trademark bomber jacket with a metallic union jack, he has PPV whites on and is holding the IJPW Strong Crown Championship.
Anderson: The next match is for the CU:LT Classic Championship. First coming to the ring standing 6’0, weighing in at 205lbs – from Melbourne, Australia "Wristlock Sinatra" himself OWEN GONSALVESSSSSS!!!!
Sting: He was the first person to sign up for CU:LT… much to management's surprise and it gave the company some legitimacy.
The only thing throwing off Owen’s look is a clear plastic face shield. He struts toward the ring, slapping some hands along the way.
Foote: Owen got his beak smashed at Murder She Wrote and it looks that injury could play a factor tonight. I know JD will want to rip that thing off.
Gonsalves slides into the ring and taunts holding up his championship, hoping to add another to his collection tonight. He cracks his neck and looks up the ramp getting ready for his opponent.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual hits and JD Driftwood walks out from behind the curtain and stomps toward the ring to a mixed reaction.
Anderson: Coming to the ring standing 6’0 and weighing 300lbs, from Key West, Florida JD DRIFTWOODDDD!
Foote: You couldn’t have a more opposite person from Owen than JD Fucking Driftwood. This man is going to stomp a fucking hole in the skull of all these little boys, jab his fingers in and pull out their god damn brains.
Driftwood walks up the steps and through the middle rope. He spits on the canvas looking across the ring at Gonsalves.
DING! DING! DING!
The roar of the crowd nearly drowns out the announce team as Gonsalves and Driftwood eye eachother up from across the ring. JD starts jawing, but no one can make out what he is lipping other than the word “fuck” being laced throughout. Owen just shakes his head stepping toward his opponent.
Sting: These two certainly have a lot to say to one another.
JD points to his jaw begging, daring Owen to kick things off and Owen drives his forearm into his face. JD steps back, pushes his tongue into the side of his mouth then open hand slaps Owen across the face.
Foote: This face shield is bullshit, JD is not slapping this bitch half as hard as he could be.
Owen angrily snaps back with two more stiff forearms to the skull – JD backhands him this time – Gonsalves responds with a spinning kick to the gut keeling the bigger opponent over – Owen has momentum off the ropes and JD throws him into the air with a pop-up Samoan drop which rattles the canvas.
Sting: There is that hard hitting style from Driftwood.
JD picks Owen up front the ground, but Gonsalves grabs the wrist and twists, bringing JD into a hammerlock, JD falls down to a seated position and to the surprise of Owen and the crowd he rolls over to get his arm out from behind him, he pulls Owen toward him with a shoulder block knocking Gonsalves to the mat – Owen keeps his grip, nipping up and then hip tossing the larger man, grabbing the arm and pulling it behind him once more in a hammerlock position. Owen now pins the arm there with a knee and pushes JD onto his stomach. Owen takes his fingers and stats twisting the arm and bending JD's fingers in strange positions. He pins the hand to the mat with his other knee then swiftly pulls the other leg from pinning the hammer lock position to stomp the arm and elbow of Driftwood who rolls across the canvas in pain.
Foote: If you think that’s the weirdest position JD Driftwood’s fingers have ever been in you don’t really know the man do ya?
Gonsalves runs across the ring and kicks JD in the spine. He hooks his arms and flips over into a variation of cattle mutilation. Driftwood kicks for the ropes, but Owen uses them to push off flipping both men over – Owen manages to hang on. Somehow JD pushes himself forward… he stands up with Owen on his back… back to back now… getting ready to drop the vertebreaker.
Sting: Oh, it was almost an early night there for Gonsalves, but he somehow just flipped backwards to avoid the Full on Header. Owen is on his feet now and drop kicks JD in the knee, and a step up kick to the side of the head.
Owen and JD are exchanging on the ring apron – commonly known as the hardest part – Gonsalves ducks a wild left and hooks Driftwood flipping him overhead with a shoulder suplex. Driftwood misses the apron all for his shoulder that takes the brunt of impact – some in the crowd hear a crack, unsure if it was a portion of the ring or Driftwood’s joint.
Sting: What a move there by Owen. The landing did not look pretty for Driftwood.
Owen pulls himself up not realizing the full extent of the damage he just inflicted – but his ring awareness kicks in and he leaps off the apron stomping on the shoulder he just damaged. He’s not giving Driftwood a second to recover as he Irish whips him into the ring post on the outside and rolls through the corner of the ring back to the outside breaking the count. Now he has JD by the bad hand and starts pulling ramming his face and shoulder into the ring post over and over and over. The crowd cheers on Owen’s viciousness.
Foote: I’ll give Owen a nod on his ring awareness. This is exactly how you have to beat JD. Out wrestling him isn’t going to keep him down – Gonsalves is going to have to bash his brain in with the ring post.
Owen grabs the wrist and twists – and again – then drives and elbow into the shoulder blade dropping JD to the mat and securing an arm bar. Now Owen takes the arm and stretches it out, goes up in a handstand and comes down driving the knee into the shoulder socket and bends. JD is in pain but shows no sign of taping out. Gonsalves is up now still holding the bad arm of Driftwood and he starts kicking at the shoulder joint over and over. It’s turning purple and black, swelling before the fans eyes and JD grunts with every shot.
Sting: Owen has found a target and I don’t think he has any plans of giving it up. The shoulder of JD caught the apron and ever since Gonsalves is zeroing in.
Owen smirks, grabbing the arm and placing it behind JD and he lifts him up with a quick powerslam bringing all his weight down on his own arm. Owen now pins the arm with his knee in it and bends JD’s body backward in a variation of a dragon sleeper.
Foote: Jesus, I don’t think Driftwood was doing yoga to prepare for this one.
JD fires a knee up to Owen’s face twice causing him to drop the larger fighter. Owen staggers into a gut buster, then spins around to get an atomic drop. JD runs and just nails Gonsalves in the back of the head with a forearm. He wraps up Owen’s head in a headlock and drops him forward with a bulldog.
Foote: Now you can’t tell me that ain’t classic fuckin’ wrestlin’
Driftwood mocks his opponent calling for a top rope move he doesn’t do often. He heads to only the second turnbuckle and comes off with a double axehandle right on the crown of Owen. Driftwood charges his opponent now – Owen with a half nelson into a quick olympic slam and both men and laid out.
Sting: The Ultimate Eye out of nowhere. One of Gonsalves finishers and he could have it on here after the damage he has done to Driftwood’s shoulder.
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Owen is back in control and snaps an arm bar on Driftwood, as JD tries to roll out Owen starts driving his heel into the shoulder socket over and over striking it, almost yanking at the arm now trying to pull JD’s shoulder out of socket. JD looks like he has no interest in tapping out through his face is red and he screams in pain.
Foote: Fuck em JD! Yeah, don’t let this little prick get the best of ya. Cripple him right here, I don’t want to see any Tweets about him fuckin’ ever again.
Sting: It looks like JD is the one in a predicament here Bill.
Foote: Nah, O’l JD got this little chest shaving bitch right where he wants him. Thinkin’ he has some sort of advantage. I used to smoke cigarettes with JD’s daddy – Owen’s gonna have to pull that arm off and beat em half to death with it if he wants to win and truth be told I don’t think he’s man enough.
JD scrambles to get his foot on the rope – Owen pulls back – JD wraps his feet around the bottom. The ref counts to four and Owen gets to his feet. JD uses his good arm to pull himself up by the ropes and sprints at Owen with a shoulder thrust using his good arm. Driftwood spins Gonsalves around and slams him down with an inverted scoop slam he calls Busch Gardens.
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JD just stomps Owen’s head over and over and over and over and over – frustrated as fuck. He grabs Owen by the ear and pulls him up like a dad punishing his son, he grabs Owen and reverse suplexes him.
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Sting: What an exchange here, both these men want to walk out with this title and are leaving it all in the ring here tonight.
JD shakes his arm out cussing after having to use it to hit power moves – he knows he is only hitting with 70 percent at this point. JD grabs at Owen’s mask finally trying to yank off Owen’s face shield, he gets it free.
Foote: Stomp his face in JD.
JD grabs Owen by the arms to pull him up. Owen uses leverage to yank down on JD’s injured arm and stars up kicking JD while on the ground — reverse stomping him over and over and over, almost getting pay back and the tough son of a bitch JD Driftwood is still standing as Owen just keep making him chew leather. He pulls the arm down and somehow ties JD up with an arm trap crossface. JD’s free arm is flailing in the aim like it is going to tap out any second and give Owen the CU:LT Classic Championship.
Sting: We will see if JD knows the fundamentals enough to get out of this one.
Foote: I know for a fact Cutter taught his boy all the tricks.
JD once again uses his power to roll and crawl to the ropes wrapping his free hand around the second rope. Owen yanks and yanks – but he can’t break him free and has to give up the hold, and fix his face shield, as JD rolls to the apron. He pulls himself up just to come eye to eye with Gonsalves. Driftwood hits an elbow, then a knee between the ropes to the gut. The 300 pounder comes flying over with a sunset flip roll up.
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Sting: Completely unexpected maneuvers being pulled out here tonight by Driftwood.
Owen to his feet first hits JD with a superkick while he is on his knees, then another, then another – JD asks for one more – before Owen connects JD steps up and pushes him back with his palm. Owen runs forward now and leaps up a little wrapping his legs around the neck and spinning into a guillotine choke.
Sting: Owen is relentless with trying to get JD in any position to tap, but I think Driftwood would rather pass out on the canvas then tap out to Gonsalves.
Foote: Hell he’d probably rather die.
JD is falling forward fading from the choke. A burst of energy sends Owen up over Driftwood's head and crashes to the mat. Driftwood thinks about going for the pin, but decides not to give the fans another false finish – he hates that shit. Instead Driftwood takes Owen between the ropes.
Foote: What a hoss toss there by JD… using some strength to combat the technical display Owen is putin’ on.
Owen and JD are back out on the apron. Driftwood grabs Owen belly to belly trying for an over head suplex – his arm won’t let him and he lets go. Owen hits a superkick again, but much to his surprise Driftwood doesn’t fall over he holds on the rope and delives a boot to the face back spitting at Gonsalves in the process. Then a toe kick, JD grunts preparing his arm and hoists Gonsalves up into a powerbomb. He’s about to drop Owen onto the ring apron, but then switches direction and leaps off the ringside with a powerbomb to the desert sand – Owen is sent further out through – his back shoulders coming down across the railing separating the fans. The face shield Owen is wearing comes out of position a bit on impact.
Foote: HOLY SHIT! JD Driftwood just broke Owen in half.
Sting: This is going to be a hard one to recover from. Owen has been though some battles in recent weeks – I’m sure his body is already taking a toll.
Driftwood hooks Owen’s arms up into the railing and starts laying chops, sweat splashing from Gonsalves’ chest into the first row of the crowd.
Foote: If you don’t want bodily fluids on ya at a wrestling show don’t sit in the splash zone. At this point nearly every bodily fluid imaginable has been spewed.
DR. FITWOOD CLAP CLAP CALP!
The crowd repeats it over and over poking fun at the misprinted promotional poster put out of JD when he first signed with an unfortunate typo. JD shakes his head. The crowd keeps the chant going as he continues the assault on Gonsalves.
Sting: This crowd might think they are helping, but getting under Driftwood's skin probably isn't the best idea.
JD slaps the chest of Owen three more times for good measure. Owen falls to the sand below, some sticking to him as Driftwood locks eyes on a fan – Charlie himself wearing the misprinted DR. FITWOOD shirt. JD grabs the fan and pulls him over the railing, he rips the shirt clean off the small man’s body ragdolling him in the process. He takes the shirt and wraps it around Owen’s neck choking the shit out of him as the crowd screams – some in the front row throwing drinks and garbage as he takes the hold all the way to a four count. JD walks over to Charlie who is just getting back up and starts stogging the shirt into his mouth as security separates the rabid wrestler from the fans.
Foote: Fuck them fans, if they want to mock JD that is exactly what they deserve. People think they can come here with signs and clothing mocking wrestlers… they are lucky JD doesn't cut every one of em up.
JD swings his opponent into the ring to break the count – forcing the ref to stop checking on the fan as security puts him back into the crowd. Driftwood stalks Owen as he struggles to get to his feet and as he finally seems to knock out to the cobwebs Driftwood rattles his brain with a snap dragon suplex using his left arm a little more then the right causing Owen to land awkwardly. JD shakes his arm trying to get the proper feeling back to it.
Sting: Driftwood is feeling the effect of Gonsalves working over that arm thought the match, he’s not getting the explosiveness he hopes for on that particular suplex.
Driftwood waits for Owen to get back up and his him with a discus elbow with his good arm putting Gonsalves back down. He places Owen’s head between his legs and grabs him by the thighs with his good arm hitting a stump puller piledriver.
Foote: There we go, a classic… JD playing the hits there tonight.
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Foote: Fuck so close! C’mon JD don’t let up.
JD punches the mat with anger, bounces off the back rope and nails a brutal closeline to Owen that nearly rips his head off.
Sting:Pez Dispenser, but clearly with the way Owen has worked over that arm he didn’t get all of it at full power.
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Foote: Hit him again Driftwood!
Driftwood doesn’t waste time and pulls Gonsalves to his feet, he leaps up with his guillotine choke finisher, but can’t grip him due to the damaged arm. He falls onto the mat Owen grabs the legs and leaps over pulling them up for a bridged pin.
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Foote: You gotta be kidding me. JD kicked out a cunt hair too late.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and FIRST CU:LT CLASSIC CHAMPION OWEN GONSALVES!
Driftwood shakes his head looking at Gonsalves as he grips the title almost shocked. Owen positions the face shield back in place from being rocked about his skull throughout the match. He’s breathing heavy – cardio less than where it should be considering the broken nose. Run the Jewels is blasting though the desert. JD just looks at Owen, hocks a loogie onto the ground, steps through the ropes and walks up the ramp.
Foote: This is highway fucking robbery. JD Driftwood would have had this match one had it continued ten seconds longer.
Sting: Oh well, like Owen said, maybe Driftwood just doesn’t fit the image of what this title means. Maybe he just belongs stabbing forks and shit into peoples heads. And don’t get me wrong there is plenty of room for that here – maybe the SNUFF division.
Owen gets on the turnbuckle and hoists his newly won CU:LT Classic Championship up in the air in one arm – and the IJPW Strong Crown Championship in the other.
Owen’s head snaps to the entranceway as the image appears on screen warning of the arrival of Brandon Moore to CU:LT. Gonsalves drops his titles to his side as "Something in the Way" Nirvana fading into "Kill Me" Cane Hill plays as Moore appears on stage with the Fight! NYC Bareknuckle Champion slung over his shoulder he eyes Owen down from the entrance.
Sting: This is a lot of gold in one building right now and it seems The Faded Star wants a shot at becoming a double champion.
Moore stomps toward the ring as fans cheer with every step – excited by the prospect of Gonsalves vs Moore.
Foote: Owen’s never going to survive here…
Moore walks up the steps and into the ring. Owen hops down from the top rope to face him. Moore walks across the ring slowly and gets in Owen’s face a little – almost playfully – but you can tell after a marathon of a match he doesn’t want to hear it. He raises the CULT Classic Championship up and pokes Brandon in the chest…
Sting: I don’t know if that’s a good idea after such a difficult match…
Just as Stacy finishes her sentence Moore spins around with a spinning kick that connect with Owen on the temples knocking his face shield out of place.
Foote: Disasterpiece – he can pull that move off in a second and I think he just put Owen to sleep.
The crowd has a mixed reaction half split for Owen the other half for The Faded Star as he walks over to Owen on the ground and kicks the CU:LT Classic Championship on top of him. Brandon smirks – adjusts his leather jacket and walks back the way he came calmly.
Sting: Moore making his presence felt here in CU:LT right away.
Sting: This is a lot of gold in one building right now and it seems The Faded Star wants a shot at becoming a double champion.
Moore stomps toward the ring as fans cheer with every step – excited by the prospect of Gonsalves vs Moore.
Foote: Owen’s never going to survive here…
Moore walks up the steps and into the ring. Owen hops down from the top rope to face him. Moore walks across the ring slowly and gets in Owen’s face a little – almost playfully – but you can tell after a marathon of a match he doesn’t want to hear it. He raises the CULT Classic Championship up and pokes Brandon in the chest…
Sting: I don’t know if that’s a good idea after such a difficult match…
Just as Stacy finishes her sentence Moore spins around with a spinning kick that connect with Owen on the temples knocking his face shield out of place.
Foote: Disasterpiece – he can pull that move off in a second and I think he just put Owen to sleep.
The crowd has a mixed reaction half split for Owen the other half for The Faded Star as he walks over to Owen on the ground and kicks the CU:LT Classic Championship on top of him. Brandon smirks – adjusts his leather jacket and walks back the way he came calmly.
Sting: Moore making his presence felt here in CU:LT right away.
Charlie Wagner is backstage with the doc. His shirt is torn, he’s holding his head.. A few scrapes on his body from being rag dolled by JD Driftwood. The Dr. Fitwood shirt he has on still hangs to his body slightly. The doc shoves a genetic CU:LT shirt over his body.
Charlie: Ouch, fuck be careful.
He tells the doc applying iodine to scraps on his left arm. Just as the doc is doing this Charlie sees JD Driftwood walk by the door -- fear takes over his body as he hears Driftwood’s feet stop on the floor. He walks back appearing in the doorway with two cans of Busch.
Driftwood: Look kid, heat of the moment thing… you get it.
JD holds out a beer -- Charlie reaches out and takes it. Cracking the top he takes a sip and it calms his body.
Charlie: No hard feelings. Owen is a hell of a wrestler… maybe you need to stick to that death match shit.
Driftwood’s face changes and in a split second he snaches the beer can out of Charlie’s hand and blasts it across the side of his face like it’s a Twisted Tea in a viral video from 2020.
Driftwood: Dumb son of a bitch.
JD Just sighs as he goes to work beating the young man over and over with the can as the doc runs out of the room to find help.
Sting: This is crazy, someone stop this psycho -- that’s a fan.
Charlie hit a tab of acid so he would be able to live the illusion… but as the sharp pieces of a defroemd beer can cut into his forehead over and over and over at the hands of Driftwood… he’d never make the mistake of calling wrestling fake again.
Driftwood stops, looking over his work he dabs his finger into the blood of Charlie Wagner and paints a three letter word on his own forehead.
"PIG"
Charlie: Ouch, fuck be careful.
He tells the doc applying iodine to scraps on his left arm. Just as the doc is doing this Charlie sees JD Driftwood walk by the door -- fear takes over his body as he hears Driftwood’s feet stop on the floor. He walks back appearing in the doorway with two cans of Busch.
Driftwood: Look kid, heat of the moment thing… you get it.
JD holds out a beer -- Charlie reaches out and takes it. Cracking the top he takes a sip and it calms his body.
Charlie: No hard feelings. Owen is a hell of a wrestler… maybe you need to stick to that death match shit.
Driftwood’s face changes and in a split second he snaches the beer can out of Charlie’s hand and blasts it across the side of his face like it’s a Twisted Tea in a viral video from 2020.
Driftwood: Dumb son of a bitch.
JD Just sighs as he goes to work beating the young man over and over with the can as the doc runs out of the room to find help.
Sting: This is crazy, someone stop this psycho -- that’s a fan.
Charlie hit a tab of acid so he would be able to live the illusion… but as the sharp pieces of a defroemd beer can cut into his forehead over and over and over at the hands of Driftwood… he’d never make the mistake of calling wrestling fake again.
Driftwood stops, looking over his work he dabs his finger into the blood of Charlie Wagner and paints a three letter word on his own forehead.
"PIG"
"Devil's Door" - Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats hits and Tommy Knox walks out on the make shift stage.
Anderson: This following match is a triple threat to crown the first NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Knox eyes the crowd as many boo, he smirks walking down the ramp way toward the ring.
Anderson: Weighing in at 227 lbs standing 6’2” The American Highlife TOMMY KNOX!
Knox walks up the steps and through the middle rope into the ring. He eyes up the New World Championship the ref is currently holding.
The camera cuts and on the big screen you see a pair of 2015 Air Jordan 1 Shattered Backboards… the originals have pieces of glass actually worked into them, but to make sure the person wearing them crunches the soles into a pile of shattered glass. The camera slowly pans up to show the face of Jaka.
Sting: That’s some gangster shit. Jaka finding a way to even the odds against two ring veterans.
Yamborghini High - A$AP Mob blasts out of the speakers as Jaka appears on stage with her glass embedded J's.
From: New York, New York, weighing in at 132lbs standing 5’10”... JAKA!
Jaka points to her shoes on the way to the ring hollering that they will be for sale after the match. She slides into the ring and waits for the final member of the match to walk down the ramp.
Anderson: And the final member of this match… standing 6’2” weighing in at 248lbs from Brooklyn, New York… The Journeyman DONNIE HOPKINS!
“The Man Who Made a Monster” by Dance with the Dead begins to play over the P.A., it’s driving beat permeating through the arena. Gradually, Donnie Hopkins saunters out to the dismay of everyone in attendance. He looks out into the crowd with a snide snarl before he walks raptly to the ring. He wipes his boots on the outside apron before entering and quickly takes off his jacket. He heads to his corner and impatiently waits for the match to start.
Foote: There is a lot of tension to this one.
Sting: Well, you had this match as just Donnie vs Knox at first, but then Jaka did a great job of inserting herself in the title picture and to be quite honest… She sold this match online.
The ref comes to the center of the ring and raises the championship up to the cheering crowd.
DING! DING! DING!
Knox and Hopkins square up, ignoring Jaka for the most part at first. They are exchanging forearms in the middle of the ring while Jaka just watches on at firs letting the two vets try to knock each other's head off. Knox get the advantage with a backbreaker -- Jaka out of nowhere hits a pump kick across Knox’ face -- scraping the glass on the bottom of her shoe across his cheek causing small lacerations.
Knox goes to the outside of the ring to recover. Jaka follows up leaping and drop kicking him through the middle rope while still hanging on to the top. This time the glass cuts Knox eye lid and he is staggered -- the doctors coming over to check on him.
Sting: That could cause some vision issues -- Knox might be taken out of this match early on.
The camera zooms in to catch a small portion of Tommy’s eyelid split and hanging.
Foote: Fuck em, the show goes on.
With that Jaka is thrown by Hopkins with a northern lights suplex. Jaka is sent nearly half way across the ring. Hopkins slowly walks over and lays down a few stomps to various parts of Jaka’s body. He picks her up, kicks her in the guts, hits an uppercut to straighten her out then a nasty forearm dropping Jaka to her knees.
Foote; She is in there with a true vet in the business and he is motivated to finally add a world title to his list of accomplishments.
Donnie kicks Jaka square in the face, dropping her onto her stomach. He locks in a single leg crab. Jaka is reaching for the ropes, but with the weight disadvantage Hopkins is crunching her spin in unnatural directions.
Sting: She has to find a way out of this…
Jaka kicks with her free leg catching Donnie on the fourth try and staggering his balance. Jaka scrambles to her feet. She hits Donnie with an uppercut, then a handspring European uppercut snapping his head back. He runs toward Jaka but she leaps up planting her glass laced shoes on the shoulders of Hopkins and drops him to the canvas. Jaka covers quickly…
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Foote: Only two, a little glass never stopped Hopkins. This could be his last chance at a World Championship gold for the 44-year old. I didn’t make it much past that in my active career.
Jaka comes with a running knee, but Hopkins slides his head between her legs and hits a powerbomb. Hopkins stomps the shit out Jaka as soon as she hits the ground -- his boots don’t have glass -- but he’s trying to teach her a lesson nonetheless.
Sting: Stomps by Donnie just trying to make Jaka one with the canvas. And I see Knox is being taken to the back to be looked at after that nasty injury from Jaka early in the match.
Hopkins kicks Jaka in the gut and tosses her with a belly to belly suplex. He walks over lifting her up again, almost stalking her as the crowd cheers the action on. Jaka is staggered and Donnie hits a spinning lariat.
Foote: Calls that the good ol’ fashioned… boy I could use a drink after this show.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Jaka kicks out and is clawing at Donnie’s tights to pull herself up.
Donnie nails a few rights down on Jaka’s head, but she returns with four shots to the old man’s guts. He drops his head down and Jaka up-kicks him under the jaw and gets to her feet. Jaka starts working Donnie over with forearms and knee strikes then finishes the combo off with Pele kick to the head.
Sting: Jaka putting in the work now….
She hops to the outside then back in driving Hopkins’ head to the mat with a 720 DDT. She hits a standing shooting star press and covers.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Can’t stop a hustler she will try to squeeze out that win at any moment.
Jaka keeps on the assault stomping on Hopkins like he did earlier, expect she is leaving small cuts and glass splinters behind.
Foote: I have to say it was brilliant by Jaka to give herself an edge here. Obviously Hopkins and Knox were going to have the ring awareness.
Jaka hauls Donnie to his feet -- but he scoop slams the smaller opponent on the way up. Donnie now swings Jaka around and hits a wind up baseball punch that knock all the sweat and moisture off Jaka’s face. He catches her before she hits the ground -- hits her with a Gotch style piledriver.
Foote: The End of The Road on Jaka and that has to be it… what…
Knox has an eye patch and is running down the ramp. He grabs the title belt from the time keepers table and slides into the ring with it. Donnie turns and Knox smashes the belt in the center of his forehead.
Sting: Not like this… he was taken out of the match. He can’t just get tossed back in fresh.
He picks Donnie up and German suplexes him into the corner as the crowd boos loudly. Knox flips them off as he picks Hopkins up and hits a gut buster. Donnie kicks his legs holding his stomach as Knox heads to the top. He taunts putting two middle fingers in the air and nails a frog splash. Knox covers the championship belt by his head.
Sting: Hits American Highlife and goes for the pin…
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BROKEN UP!
Sting: What a save by Jaka.
Jaka comes off the top with a double foot stomp to the back of Knox’s head driving his face into the world title in the process.
Sting: Crease the J‘s to the back of Knox’s head and he is out cold.
Jaka questions who to cover then hooks Tommy’s leg.
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Hopkins yanks Jaka off at the last second by her ankle.
Sting: So close to calling Jaka the first New World Champion.
Hopkins and Jaka exchange once again, Jaka bounces off the ropes and tries to go for the high angle foot stop again, but Hopkins side steps and Jaka literally sends her self over the top rope and outside the ring -- leg first into the railings.
Foote: Too much get up and go in the youngster and it’s kicking her in the ass.
Knox grabs Donnie by the shoulder sluggishly pulling him around to face him -- Knox is greeted with a toe kick in return. Hopkins shoves his head between his legs and hits his second Gotch style piledriver finisher of the night.
Sting: Finisher by Donnie, but Jaka is getting up on the outside.
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Jaka just a split second too late to break it up.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this march and the first CU:LT NEW WORLD CHAMPION DONNIE HOPKINS!
Foote: After years and years and years Hopkins finally has a world championship, finally has a company on his shoulders and you have to wonder if the ol’ fuckers knees are going to give out soon… I’m sayin’ that from experience.
Sting: He earned it, not just here tonight, but thought his whole career, all the injuries, all the miles on the road they might just be a little bit worth it for Donnie right now. Not only that but we saw a hell of a performance from a future star in this company in Jaka. Hopkins will defend his championship against Jane Doe at the end of April.
Jaka is seen tying the laces of her shoes together, not even upset that she lost the match. She signs them with a Sharpie then swings them around as if she is going to toss them into the crowd -- who cheer in response. She stops and smirks, shouting at the crowd to DM her for details if they want to cop the set.
Foote: That’s it folks, until next time keep your feet planted and your hands clean.
Hopkins licks the front of his teeth – tasting blood – but happy he still has a full set. He looks across the ring at Knox still laid out. He pulls himself up by the ropes and hoists the New World Championship into the air as the feed cuts.
Anderson: This following match is a triple threat to crown the first NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Knox eyes the crowd as many boo, he smirks walking down the ramp way toward the ring.
Anderson: Weighing in at 227 lbs standing 6’2” The American Highlife TOMMY KNOX!
Knox walks up the steps and through the middle rope into the ring. He eyes up the New World Championship the ref is currently holding.
The camera cuts and on the big screen you see a pair of 2015 Air Jordan 1 Shattered Backboards… the originals have pieces of glass actually worked into them, but to make sure the person wearing them crunches the soles into a pile of shattered glass. The camera slowly pans up to show the face of Jaka.
Sting: That’s some gangster shit. Jaka finding a way to even the odds against two ring veterans.
Yamborghini High - A$AP Mob blasts out of the speakers as Jaka appears on stage with her glass embedded J's.
From: New York, New York, weighing in at 132lbs standing 5’10”... JAKA!
Jaka points to her shoes on the way to the ring hollering that they will be for sale after the match. She slides into the ring and waits for the final member of the match to walk down the ramp.
Anderson: And the final member of this match… standing 6’2” weighing in at 248lbs from Brooklyn, New York… The Journeyman DONNIE HOPKINS!
“The Man Who Made a Monster” by Dance with the Dead begins to play over the P.A., it’s driving beat permeating through the arena. Gradually, Donnie Hopkins saunters out to the dismay of everyone in attendance. He looks out into the crowd with a snide snarl before he walks raptly to the ring. He wipes his boots on the outside apron before entering and quickly takes off his jacket. He heads to his corner and impatiently waits for the match to start.
Foote: There is a lot of tension to this one.
Sting: Well, you had this match as just Donnie vs Knox at first, but then Jaka did a great job of inserting herself in the title picture and to be quite honest… She sold this match online.
The ref comes to the center of the ring and raises the championship up to the cheering crowd.
DING! DING! DING!
Knox and Hopkins square up, ignoring Jaka for the most part at first. They are exchanging forearms in the middle of the ring while Jaka just watches on at firs letting the two vets try to knock each other's head off. Knox get the advantage with a backbreaker -- Jaka out of nowhere hits a pump kick across Knox’ face -- scraping the glass on the bottom of her shoe across his cheek causing small lacerations.
Knox goes to the outside of the ring to recover. Jaka follows up leaping and drop kicking him through the middle rope while still hanging on to the top. This time the glass cuts Knox eye lid and he is staggered -- the doctors coming over to check on him.
Sting: That could cause some vision issues -- Knox might be taken out of this match early on.
The camera zooms in to catch a small portion of Tommy’s eyelid split and hanging.
Foote: Fuck em, the show goes on.
With that Jaka is thrown by Hopkins with a northern lights suplex. Jaka is sent nearly half way across the ring. Hopkins slowly walks over and lays down a few stomps to various parts of Jaka’s body. He picks her up, kicks her in the guts, hits an uppercut to straighten her out then a nasty forearm dropping Jaka to her knees.
Foote; She is in there with a true vet in the business and he is motivated to finally add a world title to his list of accomplishments.
Donnie kicks Jaka square in the face, dropping her onto her stomach. He locks in a single leg crab. Jaka is reaching for the ropes, but with the weight disadvantage Hopkins is crunching her spin in unnatural directions.
Sting: She has to find a way out of this…
Jaka kicks with her free leg catching Donnie on the fourth try and staggering his balance. Jaka scrambles to her feet. She hits Donnie with an uppercut, then a handspring European uppercut snapping his head back. He runs toward Jaka but she leaps up planting her glass laced shoes on the shoulders of Hopkins and drops him to the canvas. Jaka covers quickly…
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Foote: Only two, a little glass never stopped Hopkins. This could be his last chance at a World Championship gold for the 44-year old. I didn’t make it much past that in my active career.
Jaka comes with a running knee, but Hopkins slides his head between her legs and hits a powerbomb. Hopkins stomps the shit out Jaka as soon as she hits the ground -- his boots don’t have glass -- but he’s trying to teach her a lesson nonetheless.
Sting: Stomps by Donnie just trying to make Jaka one with the canvas. And I see Knox is being taken to the back to be looked at after that nasty injury from Jaka early in the match.
Hopkins kicks Jaka in the gut and tosses her with a belly to belly suplex. He walks over lifting her up again, almost stalking her as the crowd cheers the action on. Jaka is staggered and Donnie hits a spinning lariat.
Foote: Calls that the good ol’ fashioned… boy I could use a drink after this show.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Jaka kicks out and is clawing at Donnie’s tights to pull herself up.
Donnie nails a few rights down on Jaka’s head, but she returns with four shots to the old man’s guts. He drops his head down and Jaka up-kicks him under the jaw and gets to her feet. Jaka starts working Donnie over with forearms and knee strikes then finishes the combo off with Pele kick to the head.
Sting: Jaka putting in the work now….
She hops to the outside then back in driving Hopkins’ head to the mat with a 720 DDT. She hits a standing shooting star press and covers.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Can’t stop a hustler she will try to squeeze out that win at any moment.
Jaka keeps on the assault stomping on Hopkins like he did earlier, expect she is leaving small cuts and glass splinters behind.
Foote: I have to say it was brilliant by Jaka to give herself an edge here. Obviously Hopkins and Knox were going to have the ring awareness.
Jaka hauls Donnie to his feet -- but he scoop slams the smaller opponent on the way up. Donnie now swings Jaka around and hits a wind up baseball punch that knock all the sweat and moisture off Jaka’s face. He catches her before she hits the ground -- hits her with a Gotch style piledriver.
Foote: The End of The Road on Jaka and that has to be it… what…
Knox has an eye patch and is running down the ramp. He grabs the title belt from the time keepers table and slides into the ring with it. Donnie turns and Knox smashes the belt in the center of his forehead.
Sting: Not like this… he was taken out of the match. He can’t just get tossed back in fresh.
He picks Donnie up and German suplexes him into the corner as the crowd boos loudly. Knox flips them off as he picks Hopkins up and hits a gut buster. Donnie kicks his legs holding his stomach as Knox heads to the top. He taunts putting two middle fingers in the air and nails a frog splash. Knox covers the championship belt by his head.
Sting: Hits American Highlife and goes for the pin…
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BROKEN UP!
Sting: What a save by Jaka.
Jaka comes off the top with a double foot stomp to the back of Knox’s head driving his face into the world title in the process.
Sting: Crease the J‘s to the back of Knox’s head and he is out cold.
Jaka questions who to cover then hooks Tommy’s leg.
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Hopkins yanks Jaka off at the last second by her ankle.
Sting: So close to calling Jaka the first New World Champion.
Hopkins and Jaka exchange once again, Jaka bounces off the ropes and tries to go for the high angle foot stop again, but Hopkins side steps and Jaka literally sends her self over the top rope and outside the ring -- leg first into the railings.
Foote: Too much get up and go in the youngster and it’s kicking her in the ass.
Knox grabs Donnie by the shoulder sluggishly pulling him around to face him -- Knox is greeted with a toe kick in return. Hopkins shoves his head between his legs and hits his second Gotch style piledriver finisher of the night.
Sting: Finisher by Donnie, but Jaka is getting up on the outside.
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Jaka just a split second too late to break it up.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this march and the first CU:LT NEW WORLD CHAMPION DONNIE HOPKINS!
Foote: After years and years and years Hopkins finally has a world championship, finally has a company on his shoulders and you have to wonder if the ol’ fuckers knees are going to give out soon… I’m sayin’ that from experience.
Sting: He earned it, not just here tonight, but thought his whole career, all the injuries, all the miles on the road they might just be a little bit worth it for Donnie right now. Not only that but we saw a hell of a performance from a future star in this company in Jaka. Hopkins will defend his championship against Jane Doe at the end of April.
Jaka is seen tying the laces of her shoes together, not even upset that she lost the match. She signs them with a Sharpie then swings them around as if she is going to toss them into the crowd -- who cheer in response. She stops and smirks, shouting at the crowd to DM her for details if they want to cop the set.
Foote: That’s it folks, until next time keep your feet planted and your hands clean.
Hopkins licks the front of his teeth – tasting blood – but happy he still has a full set. He looks across the ring at Knox still laid out. He pulls himself up by the ropes and hoists the New World Championship into the air as the feed cuts.
