CULT S01E06
Voice: Make them remember what fear tastes like.
The voice is distorted – a gloved hand reaches out and grabs a hockey mask.
Voice: Is that what they want? Me to taste their blood once more – crush their bones and rip out their larynx so their voices are no longer heard.
War drums echo throughout the arena.
Voice: You know that sound. You know it all too well. 2,000 strong filling this arena dwarfing the sounds of Madison Square.
The arena erupts with cheers. Not really knowing who they are cheering for other than themselves.
Voice: The course of history cannot be altered. Tonight it is set in stone. Tonight it is cast in gold.
The figure still has its back turned to the audience as it slides the old hockey mask over their face. Slowly the figure turns around – black contacts cover the eyes. Two holes of vast darkness staring out into the arena.
Voice: Tonight… we take Manhattan.
Pyro shoots off around the arena as Slaughter Beach by Clutch blasts through the speakers with one of the hottest crowds CULT has ever had, almost drowning out the tune.
The voice is distorted – a gloved hand reaches out and grabs a hockey mask.
Voice: Is that what they want? Me to taste their blood once more – crush their bones and rip out their larynx so their voices are no longer heard.
War drums echo throughout the arena.
Voice: You know that sound. You know it all too well. 2,000 strong filling this arena dwarfing the sounds of Madison Square.
The arena erupts with cheers. Not really knowing who they are cheering for other than themselves.
Voice: The course of history cannot be altered. Tonight it is set in stone. Tonight it is cast in gold.
The figure still has its back turned to the audience as it slides the old hockey mask over their face. Slowly the figure turns around – black contacts cover the eyes. Two holes of vast darkness staring out into the arena.
Voice: Tonight… we take Manhattan.
Pyro shoots off around the arena as Slaughter Beach by Clutch blasts through the speakers with one of the hottest crowds CULT has ever had, almost drowning out the tune.
The arena is sold out with just over 2,000 people jammed into the Manhattan Center for Summer of Slam.
Foote: Here we go! Six months in to Combat Unlimited – that’s double the life many assholes said we would have.
Sting: And we are going strong coming at you with an amazing card tonight. We have match number two between Justin York and JD Driftwood – this time an exploding barbedwire deathmatch.
Foote: If that doesn’t kill York I don't know what will. We will also name the first FIGHT Champion, Holden Ross, Vhodka Black, Alice Gemini and Shogun Kaiser battle in a mini-tournament for the title belt.
The commentary team is silent for a moment – a slight hush falls over the crowd expecting the theme of Casanova English – but after a few beats it just doesn’t come.
Sting: Well lets not forget Noah Ortega will defend the Classic Championship against Legion who closelines Jaka out of her shoes at the last show and seemingly out of the entire company.
The lights go out in the arena cutting Sting off, but the voice of the member of the Manson Family does not cut through the thick humid air. Instead… a lighter ignites on the big screen bringing a cigarette to life. With every inhale it barely illuminates the face of the one true CU:LT Leader Casanova English. The crowd cheers for the man who brought them all to the bloodbath they are about to see.
English: Tonight is different for me. Tonight I am making a stand. I am tired of being told what to do by shareholders and board members. I built this roster of wrestlers – this collection of heathens and heroes for one purpose… to showcase the future of combat… highlight people who have wrestled with much worse than just another person on the otherside of a square fucking circle.
The crowd pops as English puffs away on his cigarette for a few moments.
English: I am sure the announce team has gone over what you are about to see tonight in terms of matches… but let me make this clear. This is a celebration of half a year of shifting the conversation in this industry. People said we wouldn’t even make it out of the gate and we are approaching a full on fucking sprint. Tonight I promise the whole foundation of the little federation that could will be altered. Champions will be solidified, challengers will rise to the occasion. See I didn’t create this shit for the fucking marks…. The ones that want to watch little buff boys on repeat. No… this is modern war on display.
English puffs on his cigarette blowing smoke toward the camera.
English: It’s sink or swim for the lot of you tonight. I was never much of a numbers guy, hell, I booked an arena for a couple thousand when I knew we could do bigger crowds… but this buyrate… these matches…. They matter. It’s about proving a point to me. A point all of you can sympathize with. That I can be successful on my own terms. I don’t need to bow to any rules. For six months I have laid the foundation – not for the Summer of Jane Doe… or Donnie Hopkins… Not for the Summer of Casanova English… It’s bigger than that… It’s the Summer of Fucking Slam baby.
English flicks a cigarette at the camera and Slaughter Beach rings through the arena once more as the camera pans around a cheering crowd.
Foote: Here we go! Six months in to Combat Unlimited – that’s double the life many assholes said we would have.
Sting: And we are going strong coming at you with an amazing card tonight. We have match number two between Justin York and JD Driftwood – this time an exploding barbedwire deathmatch.
Foote: If that doesn’t kill York I don't know what will. We will also name the first FIGHT Champion, Holden Ross, Vhodka Black, Alice Gemini and Shogun Kaiser battle in a mini-tournament for the title belt.
The commentary team is silent for a moment – a slight hush falls over the crowd expecting the theme of Casanova English – but after a few beats it just doesn’t come.
Sting: Well lets not forget Noah Ortega will defend the Classic Championship against Legion who closelines Jaka out of her shoes at the last show and seemingly out of the entire company.
The lights go out in the arena cutting Sting off, but the voice of the member of the Manson Family does not cut through the thick humid air. Instead… a lighter ignites on the big screen bringing a cigarette to life. With every inhale it barely illuminates the face of the one true CU:LT Leader Casanova English. The crowd cheers for the man who brought them all to the bloodbath they are about to see.
English: Tonight is different for me. Tonight I am making a stand. I am tired of being told what to do by shareholders and board members. I built this roster of wrestlers – this collection of heathens and heroes for one purpose… to showcase the future of combat… highlight people who have wrestled with much worse than just another person on the otherside of a square fucking circle.
The crowd pops as English puffs away on his cigarette for a few moments.
English: I am sure the announce team has gone over what you are about to see tonight in terms of matches… but let me make this clear. This is a celebration of half a year of shifting the conversation in this industry. People said we wouldn’t even make it out of the gate and we are approaching a full on fucking sprint. Tonight I promise the whole foundation of the little federation that could will be altered. Champions will be solidified, challengers will rise to the occasion. See I didn’t create this shit for the fucking marks…. The ones that want to watch little buff boys on repeat. No… this is modern war on display.
English puffs on his cigarette blowing smoke toward the camera.
English: It’s sink or swim for the lot of you tonight. I was never much of a numbers guy, hell, I booked an arena for a couple thousand when I knew we could do bigger crowds… but this buyrate… these matches…. They matter. It’s about proving a point to me. A point all of you can sympathize with. That I can be successful on my own terms. I don’t need to bow to any rules. For six months I have laid the foundation – not for the Summer of Jane Doe… or Donnie Hopkins… Not for the Summer of Casanova English… It’s bigger than that… It’s the Summer of Fucking Slam baby.
English flicks a cigarette at the camera and Slaughter Beach rings through the arena once more as the camera pans around a cheering crowd.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The following contest is a single match. First introducing
Foote: Referee Tom Garcia will try to keep control of this one. I understand these two have some history – but they both make their CULT debut tonight.
Snapmare takeover on JC to begin the match and Addy holds a chinlock on the ground before JC quickly scrambles to his feet and the pair come face to face once again.
Sting: Addy A knows her way around a deathmatch but this is just a straight up wrestling contest for her debut. JC is no slouch. I think he already has a win against Addy under his belt.
JC nails jumping knee then a pump kick pushing Addy against the ropes. She springs off with a closeline. JC ducks and rolls her up for a quick one count Garcia barely is able to get in position for.
Foote: These two clearly know each other and now both shaking their arms out and locking up once again. OH! JC the dirty fucker with a gut kick to break up the exchange.
JC shows off some wrestling ability with a double leg takedown slam – taking Addy to the mat hard. He lays a forearm, but Addy grabs it preventing him from pulling it back and tries to transition into a triangle choke. Addy then twists her hips mounting JC and starts laying down punch after punch as the New York crowd gets behind her.
Sting: A lot of fire in those punches there Bill, but JC is squirming out from underneath.
JC gets Addy down by his hips and manages to upkick her off of him and get to his feet. She charges putting him on her shoulder and ramming right into the turnbuckle.
Foote: Addy showing she has some strength.
Addy lays some elbows to the side of JC’s face. She runs back to the center of the ring, turns and runs back toward the corner but somehow JC leaps up with a perfect drop kick knocking her back.
Sting: It just wouldn’t be a JC Keeton match without some drop kicks.
JC sends Addy back toward the corner with a half and half suplex. JC takes Addy up by the back of the neck then drops her face down with a cutter. He shrugs off the booing crowd as he grabs his opponent by the hair and lays some kicking into her face as she attempts to get up. Tom Garcia gives JC the gears for the illegal move – but Addy takes one of her own low blowing JC. The ref backs her up as JC recovers – the crowd cheering as he cups his balls.
Foote: Come on, that should be a DQ right there.
Sting: Tit for tat on this one Foote.
JC is back up now and both of them hit the ropes – JC dodges a close line – Addy dodges a closeline. Hip toss from Addy, but JC floats through dragging her over with an arm drag of his own – Addy cartwheels onto her feet and the pair meet chest to chest in the ring telling one another to fuck themselves. Addy open hand slaps JC across the face, he returns fire. Elbow from Addy, forearm from JC, kick to the gut from Addy, a leaping knee from JC. Both these fuckers wobbling.
Foote: These two beating the absolute shit out of one another.
Addy with a double leg takedown and she starts with some ground and pound – JC rolls her over and delivers some shots from the top of his own. Addy manages to kick JC off and both are to their feet.
Sting: There tow have a lot of history all around who else but Lissie Hope. I know she says she isn’t the route of drama in this industry but the stats show different.
Addy off the ropes with a flying crossbody taking JC down into a pin.
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KICKOUT.
Foote: Not even close.
JC gets up and takes a superkick right to the chest. He falls back against the ropes and comes back up into a discus clothesline. Addy leaps up and drops an elbow down to the chest of Keeton.
Sting: She calls that kick to the heart heartless.
Addy covers and Garcia starts the count.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Now that was a bit closer. Hell of an opener here. I like to see passion… reminds me of the quality acting in Con Air.
Pump kick from JC as he fights back. He nails another beautiful drop kick hitting his quota of at least two a match. JC keeps things going with a tiger suplex. JC runs and drives his knees into Addy’s face as she sits up.
Sting: JC has that killer instinct. These two hate each other.
Foote: Sounds like my last marriage.
Straight jacket German Suplex from JC folding Addy up on the impact. JC stalks her as he waits for her to get to her feet and throws her with a half and half suplex.
Sting: Vicious by JC here.
Keeton has Addy out on the apron now and drops her down skull first with a brain buster. She tumbles to the outside. JC pats himself on the back as the crowd boos and chants for his opponent.
Foote: JC to the outside now, he tosses Addy under to the rope wanting to find a way to end this now.
JC waits for Addy to get up, he runs for his finisher leg lariat and she launches him overhead – JC comes down hitting referee Tom Garcia with the move instead. JC turns around and his balls get shoved into his fucking abdomen with a kick from Addy. JC freezes like a statue before tumbling over.
Foote: Holy fuck, they are lost to his stomach or anal cavity… she just fucked up JC making any babies in the future. She should be DQed right now.
Addy spins JC around and hits a pendulum backbreaker – she pulls JC up once more and puts him back down with a neckbreaker.
Sting: if the ref was up Addy would have another victory over JC in her career and win her CU:LT debut.
Foote: No, she would have been DQed and took her first loss. She is lucky Garcia missed how she took the advantage.
Addy hits a split legged stunner, she makes the cover and Garcia crawls over late to start the count after the crowd already hit 3.
Sting: TINDERIZER!
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KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Yes, JC is still alive. What resilience, what tenacity…
Sting: If the ref was up when Addy made the pin this would be over – everyone in the building knows that including JC.
JC is up now trading strikes with Addy – he gets the best of her with a headbutt. JC bounces off the ropes and hits yet another dropkick. When Addy comes up off the mat he nails a spinning uppercut catching her perfectly under the chin.
Foote: JC has the fighting spirit.
JC steps between the ropes and grabs a led pipe. He slides in the ring – Tom Garcia pleads with him not to use it – but as Addy gets up he cracks her skull open with it.
DING! DING! DING!
JC laughs as he then takes the pips over his head and slas his down across the kidneys of Addy. He nails her across the midsection over and over.
Sting: What a sickening attack by JC Keeton.
Anderson: The winner of this match by disqualification ADDY A!
Addy has no time to celebrate as JC puts the pipe over her windpipe, sits on her back and pulls back choking the fuck out of her. Then… the lights go out.
Foote: We should have gone to The Garden. They have enough money to keep the lights on.
The man we saw at the top of the show is in the middle of the ring – hockey mask and all – a machete hanging from his left hand.
Foote: What the fuck is this Jason Voorhees shit?!
The man lifts the blade pointing it at JC who lets go of Addy. He eyes the mysterious man up as he makes his way up the ramp. The lights go out and the masked man is gone when they flick back on.
Anderson: The following contest is a single match. First introducing
Foote: Referee Tom Garcia will try to keep control of this one. I understand these two have some history – but they both make their CULT debut tonight.
Snapmare takeover on JC to begin the match and Addy holds a chinlock on the ground before JC quickly scrambles to his feet and the pair come face to face once again.
Sting: Addy A knows her way around a deathmatch but this is just a straight up wrestling contest for her debut. JC is no slouch. I think he already has a win against Addy under his belt.
JC nails jumping knee then a pump kick pushing Addy against the ropes. She springs off with a closeline. JC ducks and rolls her up for a quick one count Garcia barely is able to get in position for.
Foote: These two clearly know each other and now both shaking their arms out and locking up once again. OH! JC the dirty fucker with a gut kick to break up the exchange.
JC shows off some wrestling ability with a double leg takedown slam – taking Addy to the mat hard. He lays a forearm, but Addy grabs it preventing him from pulling it back and tries to transition into a triangle choke. Addy then twists her hips mounting JC and starts laying down punch after punch as the New York crowd gets behind her.
Sting: A lot of fire in those punches there Bill, but JC is squirming out from underneath.
JC gets Addy down by his hips and manages to upkick her off of him and get to his feet. She charges putting him on her shoulder and ramming right into the turnbuckle.
Foote: Addy showing she has some strength.
Addy lays some elbows to the side of JC’s face. She runs back to the center of the ring, turns and runs back toward the corner but somehow JC leaps up with a perfect drop kick knocking her back.
Sting: It just wouldn’t be a JC Keeton match without some drop kicks.
JC sends Addy back toward the corner with a half and half suplex. JC takes Addy up by the back of the neck then drops her face down with a cutter. He shrugs off the booing crowd as he grabs his opponent by the hair and lays some kicking into her face as she attempts to get up. Tom Garcia gives JC the gears for the illegal move – but Addy takes one of her own low blowing JC. The ref backs her up as JC recovers – the crowd cheering as he cups his balls.
Foote: Come on, that should be a DQ right there.
Sting: Tit for tat on this one Foote.
JC is back up now and both of them hit the ropes – JC dodges a close line – Addy dodges a closeline. Hip toss from Addy, but JC floats through dragging her over with an arm drag of his own – Addy cartwheels onto her feet and the pair meet chest to chest in the ring telling one another to fuck themselves. Addy open hand slaps JC across the face, he returns fire. Elbow from Addy, forearm from JC, kick to the gut from Addy, a leaping knee from JC. Both these fuckers wobbling.
Foote: These two beating the absolute shit out of one another.
Addy with a double leg takedown and she starts with some ground and pound – JC rolls her over and delivers some shots from the top of his own. Addy manages to kick JC off and both are to their feet.
Sting: There tow have a lot of history all around who else but Lissie Hope. I know she says she isn’t the route of drama in this industry but the stats show different.
Addy off the ropes with a flying crossbody taking JC down into a pin.
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KICKOUT.
Foote: Not even close.
JC gets up and takes a superkick right to the chest. He falls back against the ropes and comes back up into a discus clothesline. Addy leaps up and drops an elbow down to the chest of Keeton.
Sting: She calls that kick to the heart heartless.
Addy covers and Garcia starts the count.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Now that was a bit closer. Hell of an opener here. I like to see passion… reminds me of the quality acting in Con Air.
Pump kick from JC as he fights back. He nails another beautiful drop kick hitting his quota of at least two a match. JC keeps things going with a tiger suplex. JC runs and drives his knees into Addy’s face as she sits up.
Sting: JC has that killer instinct. These two hate each other.
Foote: Sounds like my last marriage.
Straight jacket German Suplex from JC folding Addy up on the impact. JC stalks her as he waits for her to get to her feet and throws her with a half and half suplex.
Sting: Vicious by JC here.
Keeton has Addy out on the apron now and drops her down skull first with a brain buster. She tumbles to the outside. JC pats himself on the back as the crowd boos and chants for his opponent.
Foote: JC to the outside now, he tosses Addy under to the rope wanting to find a way to end this now.
JC waits for Addy to get up, he runs for his finisher leg lariat and she launches him overhead – JC comes down hitting referee Tom Garcia with the move instead. JC turns around and his balls get shoved into his fucking abdomen with a kick from Addy. JC freezes like a statue before tumbling over.
Foote: Holy fuck, they are lost to his stomach or anal cavity… she just fucked up JC making any babies in the future. She should be DQed right now.
Addy spins JC around and hits a pendulum backbreaker – she pulls JC up once more and puts him back down with a neckbreaker.
Sting: if the ref was up Addy would have another victory over JC in her career and win her CU:LT debut.
Foote: No, she would have been DQed and took her first loss. She is lucky Garcia missed how she took the advantage.
Addy hits a split legged stunner, she makes the cover and Garcia crawls over late to start the count after the crowd already hit 3.
Sting: TINDERIZER!
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KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Yes, JC is still alive. What resilience, what tenacity…
Sting: If the ref was up when Addy made the pin this would be over – everyone in the building knows that including JC.
JC is up now trading strikes with Addy – he gets the best of her with a headbutt. JC bounces off the ropes and hits yet another dropkick. When Addy comes up off the mat he nails a spinning uppercut catching her perfectly under the chin.
Foote: JC has the fighting spirit.
JC steps between the ropes and grabs a led pipe. He slides in the ring – Tom Garcia pleads with him not to use it – but as Addy gets up he cracks her skull open with it.
DING! DING! DING!
JC laughs as he then takes the pips over his head and slas his down across the kidneys of Addy. He nails her across the midsection over and over.
Sting: What a sickening attack by JC Keeton.
Anderson: The winner of this match by disqualification ADDY A!
Addy has no time to celebrate as JC puts the pipe over her windpipe, sits on her back and pulls back choking the fuck out of her. Then… the lights go out.
Foote: We should have gone to The Garden. They have enough money to keep the lights on.
The man we saw at the top of the show is in the middle of the ring – hockey mask and all – a machete hanging from his left hand.
Foote: What the fuck is this Jason Voorhees shit?!
The man lifts the blade pointing it at JC who lets go of Addy. He eyes the mysterious man up as he makes his way up the ramp. The lights go out and the masked man is gone when they flick back on.
Anderson: This is the first match in the mini-tournament to crown the first FIGHT Champion.
DING! DING! DING!
Black starts things out huge – well in her mind at least – hitting Holden Ross with a spear that doesn’t even move the fresh big man at this stage in the match. He clubs her on the back sending her down to the mat.
Foote: Not a smart move by Vhodka Black there.
Sting: While she is known to be a savvy wrestler – she’s not really known or being the smartest.
Ross grabs Black by the back of the neck and drives her face down into his knee. He scoops her up onto his shoulder and runs her into one turnbuckle, then across the ring into another – then slams Vhodka hard down on the mat.
Foote: Hell of a slam there by Ross – old school wrestling psychology.
Sting: Don’t act like you know what they mean you just kicked people in the head for living.
Ross comes off the ropes and nails a standing splash onto the much smaller Black. Ross grabs her by the waist now and tosses her across the ring with a deadlift German suplex. Ross yells as he stomps across the ring toward Vhodka who is using the ropes to pull herself up.
Foote: We are lucky to be seeing this man wrestle. Just last month he lit himself on fire, backfliped through table right into a dumpster. I can’t believe he is able to wrestle this month after that grueling match with Driftwood.
Vodka screams out as Ross squeezes her with a bear hug. Black fights back with elbows to the head, but Ross spins her around and slams her down with a spinebuster. Ross makes the cover and referee Tom Garica leaps into action.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Close! Ross is sniffing the blood of his opponent out.
Black can barely breath as she is scooped up front he ground and thrown with a belly to belly. Black scrambles to her feet – but is thrown into the turnbuckle with a massive shoulder block. Ross with a cannonball crushing Black in the corner.
Sting: This is brutal. Ross might just walk his ass right to the FIGHT Championship.
Ross drags Black from the corner by her ankle and makes the cover.
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Sting: Black wants this win, she didn’t come to NYC just to get put out in a tournament and championship honoring a company she was a part of.
Ross smirks, picking up Vhodka once more but she sets him off base with a thumb to the eye.
Foote: Anything to get this big fucker off her.
Black lays chops into Ross, but they have little effect. She runs and Ross and hits a Hurricanrana sending him asshole over forehead. He rolls up to his feet and Black with a headscissors takedown. Black bounces off the ropes and when Ross comes up she hits a spear that is able to knock him down at this point. Black continues to the top and comes off nailing a swanton bomb.
Sting: A quick barrage of offense and a pin.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Even that combo couldn’t do it – but a quick burst of life from Vhodka Black.
Ross shakes the cobwebs looks and is back up – he catches a flying Black coming in with a cross body and throws her overhead with a fall away slam. Black, however, lands right on her feet and when Ross turns around Crucifix Sunset Flip.
Sting: Bent Fork Buffet from Black, but she opted not to cover and is up top. She has to do this quick as Ross is moving now.
Black comes off with a perfect corkscrew shooting star press right across the chest of Holden Ross. She covers and Garcia leaps into position.
Sting: She hits it she hits On The Rocks!
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Ross throws Black off him as the ref hits his hand on the mat for the three.
Foote: Not quick enough on the kickout Ross. Fuck.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and advancing to the FIGHT Championship match later tonight Vhodka Black.
DING! DING! DING!
Black starts things out huge – well in her mind at least – hitting Holden Ross with a spear that doesn’t even move the fresh big man at this stage in the match. He clubs her on the back sending her down to the mat.
Foote: Not a smart move by Vhodka Black there.
Sting: While she is known to be a savvy wrestler – she’s not really known or being the smartest.
Ross grabs Black by the back of the neck and drives her face down into his knee. He scoops her up onto his shoulder and runs her into one turnbuckle, then across the ring into another – then slams Vhodka hard down on the mat.
Foote: Hell of a slam there by Ross – old school wrestling psychology.
Sting: Don’t act like you know what they mean you just kicked people in the head for living.
Ross comes off the ropes and nails a standing splash onto the much smaller Black. Ross grabs her by the waist now and tosses her across the ring with a deadlift German suplex. Ross yells as he stomps across the ring toward Vhodka who is using the ropes to pull herself up.
Foote: We are lucky to be seeing this man wrestle. Just last month he lit himself on fire, backfliped through table right into a dumpster. I can’t believe he is able to wrestle this month after that grueling match with Driftwood.
Vodka screams out as Ross squeezes her with a bear hug. Black fights back with elbows to the head, but Ross spins her around and slams her down with a spinebuster. Ross makes the cover and referee Tom Garica leaps into action.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Close! Ross is sniffing the blood of his opponent out.
Black can barely breath as she is scooped up front he ground and thrown with a belly to belly. Black scrambles to her feet – but is thrown into the turnbuckle with a massive shoulder block. Ross with a cannonball crushing Black in the corner.
Sting: This is brutal. Ross might just walk his ass right to the FIGHT Championship.
Ross drags Black from the corner by her ankle and makes the cover.
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Sting: Black wants this win, she didn’t come to NYC just to get put out in a tournament and championship honoring a company she was a part of.
Ross smirks, picking up Vhodka once more but she sets him off base with a thumb to the eye.
Foote: Anything to get this big fucker off her.
Black lays chops into Ross, but they have little effect. She runs and Ross and hits a Hurricanrana sending him asshole over forehead. He rolls up to his feet and Black with a headscissors takedown. Black bounces off the ropes and when Ross comes up she hits a spear that is able to knock him down at this point. Black continues to the top and comes off nailing a swanton bomb.
Sting: A quick barrage of offense and a pin.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Even that combo couldn’t do it – but a quick burst of life from Vhodka Black.
Ross shakes the cobwebs looks and is back up – he catches a flying Black coming in with a cross body and throws her overhead with a fall away slam. Black, however, lands right on her feet and when Ross turns around Crucifix Sunset Flip.
Sting: Bent Fork Buffet from Black, but she opted not to cover and is up top. She has to do this quick as Ross is moving now.
Black comes off with a perfect corkscrew shooting star press right across the chest of Holden Ross. She covers and Garcia leaps into position.
Sting: She hits it she hits On The Rocks!
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Ross throws Black off him as the ref hits his hand on the mat for the three.
Foote: Not quick enough on the kickout Ross. Fuck.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and advancing to the FIGHT Championship match later tonight Vhodka Black.
Foote: Shogun is fucking pissed I think his entrance is too long – but I just got back from like a five minute dump and he’s just stepping through the ropes to face off with the debuting Alice Gemini.
Anderson: The following contest is another opening match to see who qualifies to face off for the FIGHT Championship later tonight.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Many say that Shogun is cracking under the pressure here in CU:LT and he has this huge weight on his shoulders to prove them wrong. He became a champion early, but lost it just as quick and he’s on a long road to redemption.
Shogun and Alice are chest to chest, the newcomer trying to show the highest paid athlete in the company she isn’t intimidated. They lock up and to the disbelief of the crowd and Shogun himself Alice drags him over with a judo throw. He manages to get back to his feet before an arm bar is locked in.
Foote: Both of them are just testing the waters.
Shogun responds with a flurry of shin kicks backing his opponent up. You can see the frustration in Shogun’s eyes as he whips Alice down with a swinging neckbreaker. He holds on to the nek and pulls her up only to take her back down with a suplex. Alice holds her lower back as Shogun stalks her. Shogun grabs her by the wrist and pulls her up into a forearm shiver that sends her back down – but Shogun holds the wrist still and pulse Alice up once more into a stiff forearm.
Sting: A mean streak really developing in Shogun. He is starting to understand what he has to do to survive in Combat Unlimited.
Shogun pulls Alice up once more this time though he delivers a high angle back drop suplex causing Alice to fall high on her shoulders. Shogun makes the cover and referee Tom Garcia leaps into action.
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Foote: Not a bad idea to go for the pin there – he got all of that suplex.
Shogun grabs a handful of hair bringing Alice up. She hits an uppercut and battles for a DDT – Shogun shoves her off forcing her into the ropes and she comes off with a rebound cutter.
Sting: This new one has moves.
A stunned Shogun is then planted back down with an implant DDT and Alice locks in an arm trap crossface pulling back on the former Classic Champion’s spine.
Foote: Shogun in a bad spot now.
Alice keeps pulling back with all she has trying to compact and twist Shogun’s spine and back. Shogun manages to roll out and gets to his feet. Shogun is taken back out with a sling blade by Alice.
Sting: Alice showing she is no fucking push over.
Alice goes to toss Shogun into the corner – but he reverses and sends her in. He comes across the ring and nails a corner splash. Shogun takes Alice to the top rope – they exchange strikes up there – then Alice manages to slide out from underneath Shogun. He turns around – but Alice uses the elevation to get Shogun on her shoulders and nails a Death Valley driver.
Foote: What a move there by Alice and she makes the cover.
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Sting: What a close one. Alice almost manages to get what many may consider an upset win.
Shogun up now in a rage making Alice eat a knee. He grabs her with a Northern Lights suplex forcing her to land high on her shoulders once again with the impact. He scoops Alice up once more and drives her head into the canvas with a tombstone piledriver. Shogun arrogantly makes the cover and Garcia counts.
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Sting: Alice showing her toughness there.
Shogun stomps the mat and shakes his head, he grabs Alice by the wrist setting up his finisher ripcord lariat. He unwinds Alice like a top, but she hooks his arm with hers – grabs the other as she spins around Shogun for a backslide pin.
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DING! DING! DING!
Alice rolls out of the ring releasing the pin as Shogun pretty much chases her to the ropes – Alice’s theme music ringing through the arena.
Anderson: And the WINNER of this match and advancing to face Vhodka Black for the FIGHT Championships… ALICE GEMINI!
Shogun is kicking the bottom rope in frustration before he steps through them and stomps to the back.
Sting: It will be interesting to see what Shogun will do after this loss. He has been beating himself up pretty bad – I know the standards have been set high for Kaiser, but I really think he will find a way to live up to those expectations.
Foote: Speaking of expectations I think Alice exceeded them here tonight and she has a pretty good shot at becoming champion after the beating Ross laid on Black throughout their match.
Anderson: The following contest is another opening match to see who qualifies to face off for the FIGHT Championship later tonight.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Many say that Shogun is cracking under the pressure here in CU:LT and he has this huge weight on his shoulders to prove them wrong. He became a champion early, but lost it just as quick and he’s on a long road to redemption.
Shogun and Alice are chest to chest, the newcomer trying to show the highest paid athlete in the company she isn’t intimidated. They lock up and to the disbelief of the crowd and Shogun himself Alice drags him over with a judo throw. He manages to get back to his feet before an arm bar is locked in.
Foote: Both of them are just testing the waters.
Shogun responds with a flurry of shin kicks backing his opponent up. You can see the frustration in Shogun’s eyes as he whips Alice down with a swinging neckbreaker. He holds on to the nek and pulls her up only to take her back down with a suplex. Alice holds her lower back as Shogun stalks her. Shogun grabs her by the wrist and pulls her up into a forearm shiver that sends her back down – but Shogun holds the wrist still and pulse Alice up once more into a stiff forearm.
Sting: A mean streak really developing in Shogun. He is starting to understand what he has to do to survive in Combat Unlimited.
Shogun pulls Alice up once more this time though he delivers a high angle back drop suplex causing Alice to fall high on her shoulders. Shogun makes the cover and referee Tom Garcia leaps into action.
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Foote: Not a bad idea to go for the pin there – he got all of that suplex.
Shogun grabs a handful of hair bringing Alice up. She hits an uppercut and battles for a DDT – Shogun shoves her off forcing her into the ropes and she comes off with a rebound cutter.
Sting: This new one has moves.
A stunned Shogun is then planted back down with an implant DDT and Alice locks in an arm trap crossface pulling back on the former Classic Champion’s spine.
Foote: Shogun in a bad spot now.
Alice keeps pulling back with all she has trying to compact and twist Shogun’s spine and back. Shogun manages to roll out and gets to his feet. Shogun is taken back out with a sling blade by Alice.
Sting: Alice showing she is no fucking push over.
Alice goes to toss Shogun into the corner – but he reverses and sends her in. He comes across the ring and nails a corner splash. Shogun takes Alice to the top rope – they exchange strikes up there – then Alice manages to slide out from underneath Shogun. He turns around – but Alice uses the elevation to get Shogun on her shoulders and nails a Death Valley driver.
Foote: What a move there by Alice and she makes the cover.
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Sting: What a close one. Alice almost manages to get what many may consider an upset win.
Shogun up now in a rage making Alice eat a knee. He grabs her with a Northern Lights suplex forcing her to land high on her shoulders once again with the impact. He scoops Alice up once more and drives her head into the canvas with a tombstone piledriver. Shogun arrogantly makes the cover and Garcia counts.
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Sting: Alice showing her toughness there.
Shogun stomps the mat and shakes his head, he grabs Alice by the wrist setting up his finisher ripcord lariat. He unwinds Alice like a top, but she hooks his arm with hers – grabs the other as she spins around Shogun for a backslide pin.
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DING! DING! DING!
Alice rolls out of the ring releasing the pin as Shogun pretty much chases her to the ropes – Alice’s theme music ringing through the arena.
Anderson: And the WINNER of this match and advancing to face Vhodka Black for the FIGHT Championships… ALICE GEMINI!
Shogun is kicking the bottom rope in frustration before he steps through them and stomps to the back.
Sting: It will be interesting to see what Shogun will do after this loss. He has been beating himself up pretty bad – I know the standards have been set high for Kaiser, but I really think he will find a way to live up to those expectations.
Foote: Speaking of expectations I think Alice exceeded them here tonight and she has a pretty good shot at becoming champion after the beating Ross laid on Black throughout their match.
Static noise is heard while it appears on the screen. The voice of Chris Page is heard speaking through the static.
CHRIS PAGE: Where do I go from here?
CHRIS PAGE: Where do I go from here?
The static fades to the following clip from Trash Wrestling for Garbage Humans:
Chris wraps the barbed wire around Lissie’s forehead and starts pulling back!
Sting: Who knew a company like CU:LT would push these two mainstream stars into deforming one another.
The barbed wire cuts into her flesh as she screams out in agonizing pain!
The referee slides into position putting the microphone in front of Lissie’s lips as she screams out in sheer pain. Hope manages to push herself off the mat and over on top of Page transitioning back into the Triangle Choke in the process of the transition the barbed wire entangled around Lissie’s head and throat while Page hasn’t let go!
Foote: These two are going to fucking kill each other.
Lissie has the Triangle while Page has the barbed wire choking Lissie out while she tries to choke Page out!
DING! DING! DING!
And he does…
The ref calls for the bell – and Lissie Hope releases the hold her music echoing through the entire arena. The crowd cheering – standing and clapping for both wrestlers.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… LISSIE HOPE!!!
We fade as Chris Page stands in front of a plain brick wall under the dark skies of parts unknown. It’s eerily quiet, not so much of a peep around him.
CHRIS PAGE: It’s hard for me to accept the fact that Lissie Hope can parade around claiming a victory over me but that’s where we are at. It’s safe to say I’ve officially hit rock bottom in CULT. I could easily make excuses because there is a plethora that is ready-made; however, that’s what you want me to do.
My internal struggles and my inner frustration have reached an all-time high because this fucking ground is the only ground I haven’t found any real successes. Sure I beat Noah but that’s about anything of merit. I had Lissie nailed dead to rites, but swallowing that pill has been extremely bitter.
CHRIS PAGE: Over the last year or so I’ve made a career out of going everywhere that asked and I was foolish enough to think that what I was doing was somehow making a difference. I assumed, foolishly, that I have more respect for my name by doing what so many others REFUSE to do.
I sit back and watch so many people staking claims at being the best yet in the same breath either aren’t invited or flat out not wanted anywhere else but the shallow pons they swim in. Unlike those poor unfortunate souls, I’ve found success more often than not under many different structures but it hasn’t been now that I realized the true errors of my ways.
CHRIS PAGE: I could have easily accepted the Fight Tournament slot… but I’m done doing things other people want me to do, especially when my level of interest is at zero. The days of me accepting what you want me to do is over.
My biggest error was being too nice to promotors around the world. I’ve made millions upon millions at their expense yet now I’ve come to realize that the money isn’t important. What’s important is showing the world what happens when I’ve reached the point of zero fucks given.
CHRIS PAGE: Casanova English, I’m not just talking to you. I’m talking to the rest of the world as well. I’ve said many times that everyone has something inside them, something that you bury in the hopes that you never have to see it again.
The single light that illuminates over Chris starts to slowly flicker.
CHRIS PAGE: I buried mine almost a year ago, Lissie I have to thank you because without you I don’t ever think we would have been reunited.
The flickering starts to pulsate faster and faster before dimming out to darkness.
CHRIS PAGE: Everyone has a beast inside them… it’s about time I show you mine.
The light flickers back on…
Anderson: The following contest is a Chokey Match. In order to win your opponent needs to be put inside this standing nail and glace laced tomb and the door shut.
The camera zooms in on the standing coffin outside of the ring, it’s door is wide open and rusty nails and shards of glass are poking out lining the inside – the door is wide open — on the backside the same thing…. Just nails and glass – oh and a small camera for grotesque close ups.
Anderson: In the ring from Staten Island NEW YORK….
The crowd pops.
Anderson: Weighing 248lbs and standing 6’4 he is “The PHRQ” Vincent Black.
Black’s theme “Clean My Wounds” fizzles out as he stretches in one corner of the ring waiting for his opponent.
Foote: Black has been a force in this company, the only loss he took was against Brandon Moore in his debut for the Classic Championship. Since then the man has been unstoppable.
"Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young plays on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a smirk on his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He has a red Solo cup in his hand. He looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts. He finishes his drink and tosses the cup behind him.
Anderson: And his opponent, fighting out of Baltimore weighing in at 180lbs standing 5’8 MAX DAEMON!
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron. He steps onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the middle rope and the left on the top. He throws down his hood, unzipping his jacket as the chorus fades away. He points to the hard camera, giving it a finger gun "shot".
Foote: This is a huge opportunity for Max to be be part of the main event conversation in CU:LT once again. He lost the finals of the Ouija Board Tournament – and ended up getting branded with the company logo in the process. I know that had to mess with Ol’ Maxy so let's see what version we get tonight.
Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He tosses it aside and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a quick clear drink of alcohol before emptying it down his gullet. He rolls back in and looks across the ring smirking at Vincent Black.
DING! DING! DING!
The two tie up in the center of the ring. Black with a takedown – he lays knees into the ribs of Max over and over, but Max manages to roll Black over and nail a forearm. When he comes down for the second forearm – Black grabs it transitioning into an arm triangle. Max picks Black up as if he is about to slam him – but Black leaps off landing on his feet.
Sting: A little more of a MMA style off the top I wasn’t expecting.
Foote: These two are just fighters at their core.
A right from Black is met with a right from Max. A knee to the gut from Black. He hits the ropes and takes Max down with a shoulder block. Black hits the ropes again as he does Max bounces up and leaps into the air sending Black across the ring and into the corner with a hurricanrana. Max follows Black right to the corner with two knees to the fucking face.
Sting: What impact there. These two know this match has a lot of eyes on it.
Max just stomps on Black in the corner over and over and over like he’s making a mud hole. Max pulls Black up and slams his skull to the canvas with a DDT. Max pulls Black up – but Black catches him off guard with an eye rake followed by a belly to belly suplex. Max charges Black but just gets a spinning back fist to the face that sends him down on his ass. Black kicks Max right in the face forcing him to take a nap.
Foote: This is the type of brawling I like to see – both men just swinging for the fucking fences here tonight.
Black drops a knee down across the forehead of Daemon. Max pulls himself up with the ropes. Black holds him there against the cables and nails a few knees. When he comes up with a third Max grabs the knee and takes Black down to the ground. Max delivers some vicious ground and pound making it past Black’s guard with strike after strike until Black stops fighting as much and Max lets up walking back a few feet letting Black get up.
Sting: It looks like Max hasn’t missed a beat here. It’s great to see his brand of violence back here at CU:LT I am not going to lie.
Max helps Black to his feet – but Black drops him with a scoop slam. As Max is seated Black comes off the ropes with a dropkick to the face. Black swings Max to the ropes and hits a flapjack bringing Max’s throat down across the ropes. Mac holds his neck and kicks as Black drives a knee down into his neck pinning Daemon to the ground.
Foote: Black and Max aren’t fighting pretty tonight. They will take every inch they can get to get one up on each other.
Black pulls Max up by his hair – but Max pulls Black down with a jawbreaker. Max now with a superkick that sends Black backwards forcing him to fall out of the ring through the middle ropes. Black tumbles right in front of the Chokey. Max comes through the second rope after Black with a suicide dive taking him out.
Sting: Max putting it all on the line… I like to think Matilda herself guided that missile.
Max is now pushing Black’s face into the rusty nails of the open Chokey door. Glass strats to cut into Black’s forehead as he lets out a groan. Blood starts running down Vinny’s face, but he puts his hands into the nails – cutting the shit out of them to push back on Max and break the hold. Max tries for a forearm, but Vinny ducks and Max just ends up piercing himself with the nails on the backside of the door.
Foote: No one has mutilated themselves more in CU:LT than Max Daemon. The man was in a TaiPei Deathmatch, a fucking blood letting match essentially at the start of his career here and then had the logo burnt into his skin. Give the man a fucking prize or some shit.
Black is now just bashing Max’s head off the side of the chokey over and over – the blood in Vinny’s eyes doesn’t seem to be affecting his aim. Black suplexes Max on the rampway. Daemon kicks and holds his lower back. Black drags Max over to the chokey and puts him inside – he goes to slam the door – but Max with a boot up pushes the door back into Vinny’s face.
Sting: This isn’t going to be quick work for Black like it was when he faced Lee last month.
Max bolts out of the chokey and leaps up to the apron coming off with a moonsault catching Black perfectly. The hot New York crowd is losing it for the action. CU:LT chants cutting through the voices of commentary. Max puts Black up in a suplex letting his blood trickle down onto his shoulders from his opponent's skull – then Max falls back dropping Black onto the edge of the ring.
Foote: Black really taking a beating.
As if he can hear Foote… Black kicks Max in the gut and clubs him on the back a few times before hitting a piledriver on the outside of the ring. Black drags Max over to the chokey and this time he pushes Max’s face into the nails and glass on the door tearing his forehead wide open. Black drags Max’s forehead across the shards of glass and then lets him go. Max is leaned against the door of the chokey – Black with a kick – Max moves.
Sting: Fuck that has to hurt Black kicking the door there and now Max has another opening.
Enzuguri from Max the high angle back suplex. Max battles, punching away at Vinny trying to stuff him into the chokey. Max grabs the door and goes to shut it but Vinny sacrifices his boot in the door. Max tries to push it in and force the door shut but Black reaches a hand out between the crack in the door and pulls Max’s face right into it.
Foote: Neither of these men want to be stuck in that tomb and they are fighting like hell.
Black breaks out and now he and Max are exchanging right and lefts – closed hands – spit and blood flying into the cheering crowd. Some sick fucks opening thier mouths to catch whatever bodily fluid they can from their heroes. Then Black stops it all with a running haymakers knocking Max out cold.
Sting: There we go. Max is done.
Black picks Max up and tosses him into the chokey. Black closes the door almost completely but an inch away Max kicks the door open. Bloody and staggering he falls right out of the nail and glace laces standing tomb. Max falls to his knees – crimson running down his face – he flips Black off.
Foote: I don’t think that’s a great fucking idea.
Vinny sets Max up for the spinning tombstone but Max flips, landing on his feet. He kicks Black int he ass pushing him inside the chokey. Max tries to slam the door as quick and hard as it can – and just as he does Vinny finds his shoulder in the door jamb. Deep puncture wounds — black blood – JJ Huffman looks like he is going to call the match – but Max pushes the senior ref away.
Sting: This is really bad. Those wounds are really deep.
Max is laying down right hand after right hand, then he pushes his pinky into one of the small puncture wounds in Vinny’s shoulder. Black lets out a scream – he pushes forward and nails Max with the tombstone suplex. The crowd pops huge .. but Vinny holds his shoulder… blood gushing through his fingers as JJ Huffman duct tapes that shit like a true medical hero.
Foote: The crowd loving Vinny for putting his body on the line – for fighting through this.
As Vinny bends down to grab Max he locks him an arm bar pulling the wounded arm down puting pressure on it. Max screams trying to pull the whole fucking arm off… Vinny kicks trying to yank his arm loose but every time he does the pain is more intense. Max then monskyflips Vinny overhead forcing him to fly through the air and land upside down in the chokey among the glass and nails. Mac scrambles to his feet and slams the door shut.
Sting: He’s done it!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match MAX DAEMON!
Daemon’s theme rings out and he spits blood from his mouth on the ground, wipes it from his forehead and flicks it into the crowd as he walks up the ramp medics pass him to check on Vincent Black.
Sting: Max has been on the other side of that medic team more than once… but not tonight. Max Daemon is back in CU:LT and he just put the roster on notice.
The camera zooms in on the standing coffin outside of the ring, it’s door is wide open and rusty nails and shards of glass are poking out lining the inside – the door is wide open — on the backside the same thing…. Just nails and glass – oh and a small camera for grotesque close ups.
Anderson: In the ring from Staten Island NEW YORK….
The crowd pops.
Anderson: Weighing 248lbs and standing 6’4 he is “The PHRQ” Vincent Black.
Black’s theme “Clean My Wounds” fizzles out as he stretches in one corner of the ring waiting for his opponent.
Foote: Black has been a force in this company, the only loss he took was against Brandon Moore in his debut for the Classic Championship. Since then the man has been unstoppable.
"Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young plays on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a smirk on his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He has a red Solo cup in his hand. He looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts. He finishes his drink and tosses the cup behind him.
Anderson: And his opponent, fighting out of Baltimore weighing in at 180lbs standing 5’8 MAX DAEMON!
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron. He steps onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the middle rope and the left on the top. He throws down his hood, unzipping his jacket as the chorus fades away. He points to the hard camera, giving it a finger gun "shot".
Foote: This is a huge opportunity for Max to be be part of the main event conversation in CU:LT once again. He lost the finals of the Ouija Board Tournament – and ended up getting branded with the company logo in the process. I know that had to mess with Ol’ Maxy so let's see what version we get tonight.
Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He tosses it aside and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a quick clear drink of alcohol before emptying it down his gullet. He rolls back in and looks across the ring smirking at Vincent Black.
DING! DING! DING!
The two tie up in the center of the ring. Black with a takedown – he lays knees into the ribs of Max over and over, but Max manages to roll Black over and nail a forearm. When he comes down for the second forearm – Black grabs it transitioning into an arm triangle. Max picks Black up as if he is about to slam him – but Black leaps off landing on his feet.
Sting: A little more of a MMA style off the top I wasn’t expecting.
Foote: These two are just fighters at their core.
A right from Black is met with a right from Max. A knee to the gut from Black. He hits the ropes and takes Max down with a shoulder block. Black hits the ropes again as he does Max bounces up and leaps into the air sending Black across the ring and into the corner with a hurricanrana. Max follows Black right to the corner with two knees to the fucking face.
Sting: What impact there. These two know this match has a lot of eyes on it.
Max just stomps on Black in the corner over and over and over like he’s making a mud hole. Max pulls Black up and slams his skull to the canvas with a DDT. Max pulls Black up – but Black catches him off guard with an eye rake followed by a belly to belly suplex. Max charges Black but just gets a spinning back fist to the face that sends him down on his ass. Black kicks Max right in the face forcing him to take a nap.
Foote: This is the type of brawling I like to see – both men just swinging for the fucking fences here tonight.
Black drops a knee down across the forehead of Daemon. Max pulls himself up with the ropes. Black holds him there against the cables and nails a few knees. When he comes up with a third Max grabs the knee and takes Black down to the ground. Max delivers some vicious ground and pound making it past Black’s guard with strike after strike until Black stops fighting as much and Max lets up walking back a few feet letting Black get up.
Sting: It looks like Max hasn’t missed a beat here. It’s great to see his brand of violence back here at CU:LT I am not going to lie.
Max helps Black to his feet – but Black drops him with a scoop slam. As Max is seated Black comes off the ropes with a dropkick to the face. Black swings Max to the ropes and hits a flapjack bringing Max’s throat down across the ropes. Mac holds his neck and kicks as Black drives a knee down into his neck pinning Daemon to the ground.
Foote: Black and Max aren’t fighting pretty tonight. They will take every inch they can get to get one up on each other.
Black pulls Max up by his hair – but Max pulls Black down with a jawbreaker. Max now with a superkick that sends Black backwards forcing him to fall out of the ring through the middle ropes. Black tumbles right in front of the Chokey. Max comes through the second rope after Black with a suicide dive taking him out.
Sting: Max putting it all on the line… I like to think Matilda herself guided that missile.
Max is now pushing Black’s face into the rusty nails of the open Chokey door. Glass strats to cut into Black’s forehead as he lets out a groan. Blood starts running down Vinny’s face, but he puts his hands into the nails – cutting the shit out of them to push back on Max and break the hold. Max tries for a forearm, but Vinny ducks and Max just ends up piercing himself with the nails on the backside of the door.
Foote: No one has mutilated themselves more in CU:LT than Max Daemon. The man was in a TaiPei Deathmatch, a fucking blood letting match essentially at the start of his career here and then had the logo burnt into his skin. Give the man a fucking prize or some shit.
Black is now just bashing Max’s head off the side of the chokey over and over – the blood in Vinny’s eyes doesn’t seem to be affecting his aim. Black suplexes Max on the rampway. Daemon kicks and holds his lower back. Black drags Max over to the chokey and puts him inside – he goes to slam the door – but Max with a boot up pushes the door back into Vinny’s face.
Sting: This isn’t going to be quick work for Black like it was when he faced Lee last month.
Max bolts out of the chokey and leaps up to the apron coming off with a moonsault catching Black perfectly. The hot New York crowd is losing it for the action. CU:LT chants cutting through the voices of commentary. Max puts Black up in a suplex letting his blood trickle down onto his shoulders from his opponent's skull – then Max falls back dropping Black onto the edge of the ring.
Foote: Black really taking a beating.
As if he can hear Foote… Black kicks Max in the gut and clubs him on the back a few times before hitting a piledriver on the outside of the ring. Black drags Max over to the chokey and this time he pushes Max’s face into the nails and glass on the door tearing his forehead wide open. Black drags Max’s forehead across the shards of glass and then lets him go. Max is leaned against the door of the chokey – Black with a kick – Max moves.
Sting: Fuck that has to hurt Black kicking the door there and now Max has another opening.
Enzuguri from Max the high angle back suplex. Max battles, punching away at Vinny trying to stuff him into the chokey. Max grabs the door and goes to shut it but Vinny sacrifices his boot in the door. Max tries to push it in and force the door shut but Black reaches a hand out between the crack in the door and pulls Max’s face right into it.
Foote: Neither of these men want to be stuck in that tomb and they are fighting like hell.
Black breaks out and now he and Max are exchanging right and lefts – closed hands – spit and blood flying into the cheering crowd. Some sick fucks opening thier mouths to catch whatever bodily fluid they can from their heroes. Then Black stops it all with a running haymakers knocking Max out cold.
Sting: There we go. Max is done.
Black picks Max up and tosses him into the chokey. Black closes the door almost completely but an inch away Max kicks the door open. Bloody and staggering he falls right out of the nail and glace laces standing tomb. Max falls to his knees – crimson running down his face – he flips Black off.
Foote: I don’t think that’s a great fucking idea.
Vinny sets Max up for the spinning tombstone but Max flips, landing on his feet. He kicks Black int he ass pushing him inside the chokey. Max tries to slam the door as quick and hard as it can – and just as he does Vinny finds his shoulder in the door jamb. Deep puncture wounds — black blood – JJ Huffman looks like he is going to call the match – but Max pushes the senior ref away.
Sting: This is really bad. Those wounds are really deep.
Max is laying down right hand after right hand, then he pushes his pinky into one of the small puncture wounds in Vinny’s shoulder. Black lets out a scream – he pushes forward and nails Max with the tombstone suplex. The crowd pops huge .. but Vinny holds his shoulder… blood gushing through his fingers as JJ Huffman duct tapes that shit like a true medical hero.
Foote: The crowd loving Vinny for putting his body on the line – for fighting through this.
As Vinny bends down to grab Max he locks him an arm bar pulling the wounded arm down puting pressure on it. Max screams trying to pull the whole fucking arm off… Vinny kicks trying to yank his arm loose but every time he does the pain is more intense. Max then monskyflips Vinny overhead forcing him to fly through the air and land upside down in the chokey among the glass and nails. Mac scrambles to his feet and slams the door shut.
Sting: He’s done it!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match MAX DAEMON!
Daemon’s theme rings out and he spits blood from his mouth on the ground, wipes it from his forehead and flicks it into the crowd as he walks up the ramp medics pass him to check on Vincent Black.
Sting: Max has been on the other side of that medic team more than once… but not tonight. Max Daemon is back in CU:LT and he just put the roster on notice.
DING! DING! DING!
Beaufort pairs up with Mark Hunter pushing him back with MMA style kicks to the legs and body. On the other side of the ring Sky and Vebbins lock up. Sky hits her with an arm drag. Vebbins comes up and hits a closeline dropping Sky. She comes off the ropes with a splash but Ace moves out of the way. Ace kicks her in the head dropping her to the mat then hits a standing 450 splash for the pin. Huffman leaps into position.
Foote: Ya know that’s what I like about Ace Sky. He is so dangerous and entertaining… actually gets me to buy into that flippy shit.
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BROKEN UP!
Sting: Mark Hunter saves that one.
Beaufort hops on Hunters back and locks in a rear naked choke dropping him down to the mat – she locks it in deep but Vebbins breaks it up with a kick to the lower spine of Beaufort.
Foote: It’s going to be hard to find an opening to secure a win with how these four are on top of each other.
Ace Sky whips Vebbins backward with a poisonrana spiking her on her neck. Sky now with a dropkick to Beaufort pushing her back. Ace then hits a wheelbarrow face crusher on Hunter making him kiss the canvas. Ace points his hands in the air then then points to his third eye as the crowd gets behind him.
Sting: Sky is really coming into his own in the company.
Sky takes Beaufort out with a leg lariat. He is up top and comes off with a twisting crossbody in Hunter. Vebbins lays a few strikes into Ace then a suplex. Vebbins now with a closeline. She picks Sky up but he floats around her with a sunset flip powerbomb. Sky back to the top now and he comes off with a beautiful shooting star press onto Vebbins.
Foote: Galaxy Leap and Huffman counts it as Sky covers Vebbins.
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3!!?????
BROKEN UP!
Sting: Beaufort saves the match.
Hunter rips Beaufort around and she nails him with a roundhouse kick. Hunter is staggering and eats a superkick from Beaufort. She then hits Hunter with a snap German suplex. Hunter rolls out of the ring leaving Beaufort and Sky to face off in the middle of the ring.
Foote: Here we go – the two who have been dominating this one squaring off.
Beaufort hits some leg kicks then goes to sweep the legs but Ace leaps over. Ace with a spinning kick, but Beaufort ducks and rolls him up.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Quick kickout by Ace.
Sky and Beaufort exchange, both of them landing some and dodging other shots. Then Ace opens things up with a half nelson pumphandle drive. Sky rolls her over for the pin.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Both trying to win this while the others are out cold.
Sky now with a Northern Lights Suplex on Beaufort. Ace hits a standing shooting star press but doesn’t pin – instead he brings Beaufort back to her feet and regrets it as she hits a roundhouse kick on instinct knocking Sky down. Beaufort is crawling for a cover — but then Vebbins stomps on her takes her up to her feet and puts her back on the canvas with a back drop.
Foote: Vebbins finding a way back into this one.
Vebbins hits a backbreaker on Beaufort. Now Ace Sky comes with a flying forearm catching Vebbins in the bridge of the nose.
Sting: Ouch, I wouldn’t be surprised if he broke it there.
Now Mark Hunter tries to pick up Vebbins scraps as he gets a few shots in on Beaufort – that doesn't last long though as Beaufort hits him with a superkick using the momentum off the ropes to hit the bigger Hunter with a suplex.
Sting: You can see the ring awareness growing in Beaufort. She gets better every time she steps between the ropes.
Ace is tossed to the ropes by Vebbins he springs off with a moonsault coming over he head and catching her with a reverse DDT. Ace Sky to the top rope now.
Foote: That was beautiful. I will give the little guy that.
Hunter and Beufort are squaring off. Hunter goes for a kick, his foot is caught and Beaufort hits a dragon screw into a hell hook sinking it in deep.
Sting: He is going to tap at any second.
Ace Sky off the top with a shooting star press onto Vebbins.
Foote: Galaxy Leap one more time!
Ace covers and Huffman leaps into position.
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TAP! TAP! TAP!
3!!!????
DING! DING! DING!!!
Sting: Beaufort scores the submission right before the pinfall.
Just before Huffman counted the three the senior referees instincts kick in and out of the corner of his eye he could see Hunter tapping from being locked in Beaufort’s Withering Rose finisher.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match by submission “THE FRENCH ROSE” ADRIENNE BEAUFORT!
Beaufort’s theme echos through the arena as Ace Sky finally understands what has happened. He shakes his head at first but walks up to Beaufort and extends his hand. Beaufort accepts and Ace raises her hand.
Sting: Beautiful show of sportsmanship sadly we rarely see in CU:LT
Beaufort pairs up with Mark Hunter pushing him back with MMA style kicks to the legs and body. On the other side of the ring Sky and Vebbins lock up. Sky hits her with an arm drag. Vebbins comes up and hits a closeline dropping Sky. She comes off the ropes with a splash but Ace moves out of the way. Ace kicks her in the head dropping her to the mat then hits a standing 450 splash for the pin. Huffman leaps into position.
Foote: Ya know that’s what I like about Ace Sky. He is so dangerous and entertaining… actually gets me to buy into that flippy shit.
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BROKEN UP!
Sting: Mark Hunter saves that one.
Beaufort hops on Hunters back and locks in a rear naked choke dropping him down to the mat – she locks it in deep but Vebbins breaks it up with a kick to the lower spine of Beaufort.
Foote: It’s going to be hard to find an opening to secure a win with how these four are on top of each other.
Ace Sky whips Vebbins backward with a poisonrana spiking her on her neck. Sky now with a dropkick to Beaufort pushing her back. Ace then hits a wheelbarrow face crusher on Hunter making him kiss the canvas. Ace points his hands in the air then then points to his third eye as the crowd gets behind him.
Sting: Sky is really coming into his own in the company.
Sky takes Beaufort out with a leg lariat. He is up top and comes off with a twisting crossbody in Hunter. Vebbins lays a few strikes into Ace then a suplex. Vebbins now with a closeline. She picks Sky up but he floats around her with a sunset flip powerbomb. Sky back to the top now and he comes off with a beautiful shooting star press onto Vebbins.
Foote: Galaxy Leap and Huffman counts it as Sky covers Vebbins.
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3!!?????
BROKEN UP!
Sting: Beaufort saves the match.
Hunter rips Beaufort around and she nails him with a roundhouse kick. Hunter is staggering and eats a superkick from Beaufort. She then hits Hunter with a snap German suplex. Hunter rolls out of the ring leaving Beaufort and Sky to face off in the middle of the ring.
Foote: Here we go – the two who have been dominating this one squaring off.
Beaufort hits some leg kicks then goes to sweep the legs but Ace leaps over. Ace with a spinning kick, but Beaufort ducks and rolls him up.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: Quick kickout by Ace.
Sky and Beaufort exchange, both of them landing some and dodging other shots. Then Ace opens things up with a half nelson pumphandle drive. Sky rolls her over for the pin.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Both trying to win this while the others are out cold.
Sky now with a Northern Lights Suplex on Beaufort. Ace hits a standing shooting star press but doesn’t pin – instead he brings Beaufort back to her feet and regrets it as she hits a roundhouse kick on instinct knocking Sky down. Beaufort is crawling for a cover — but then Vebbins stomps on her takes her up to her feet and puts her back on the canvas with a back drop.
Foote: Vebbins finding a way back into this one.
Vebbins hits a backbreaker on Beaufort. Now Ace Sky comes with a flying forearm catching Vebbins in the bridge of the nose.
Sting: Ouch, I wouldn’t be surprised if he broke it there.
Now Mark Hunter tries to pick up Vebbins scraps as he gets a few shots in on Beaufort – that doesn't last long though as Beaufort hits him with a superkick using the momentum off the ropes to hit the bigger Hunter with a suplex.
Sting: You can see the ring awareness growing in Beaufort. She gets better every time she steps between the ropes.
Ace is tossed to the ropes by Vebbins he springs off with a moonsault coming over he head and catching her with a reverse DDT. Ace Sky to the top rope now.
Foote: That was beautiful. I will give the little guy that.
Hunter and Beufort are squaring off. Hunter goes for a kick, his foot is caught and Beaufort hits a dragon screw into a hell hook sinking it in deep.
Sting: He is going to tap at any second.
Ace Sky off the top with a shooting star press onto Vebbins.
Foote: Galaxy Leap one more time!
Ace covers and Huffman leaps into position.
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TAP! TAP! TAP!
3!!!????
DING! DING! DING!!!
Sting: Beaufort scores the submission right before the pinfall.
Just before Huffman counted the three the senior referees instincts kick in and out of the corner of his eye he could see Hunter tapping from being locked in Beaufort’s Withering Rose finisher.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match by submission “THE FRENCH ROSE” ADRIENNE BEAUFORT!
Beaufort’s theme echos through the arena as Ace Sky finally understands what has happened. He shakes his head at first but walks up to Beaufort and extends his hand. Beaufort accepts and Ace raises her hand.
Sting: Beautiful show of sportsmanship sadly we rarely see in CU:LT
Anderson: To win this match you must put the opposing team through a glass table five times.
Referee JJ Huffman holds up the Double Homicide Championships as Team Buddy Back Pose made up of Craig Cogan and Charli Crawford stare across the ring at the challengers Jonny C and Johnny Bacchus. There are glass tables outside the ring everywhere and one leaning in each corner of the ring.
Foote: Get the clean up crew ready for this one.
DING! DING! DING!
To start Cogan runs across the ring using his amazing leg joints to propel himself toward his opponent with his arms stuck out – his bulging muscles ready to rip the heads from his opponents shoulders – but Jonny and Johnny duck the attack sending Cogan into the ropes chest first.
Foote: I cannot believe this dumb fucker hold gold in this company.
Crawford shakes her head and tries her best to battle Bacchus and Jonny. They get her up ina double suplex – but as she comes down she finds herself on the shoulders of Cogan in a power bomb position – saving her from hitting the ground. Cogan starts spinning and Crawford leans back holding her arms around her head as her partner uses her as a weapon. Bacchus ducks the spinning Crawford – but Jonny takes her right on the chin and falls to the ground. Cogan lets his partner off of him and they pose back to back before Bacchus his a shogun drop kick knocking the Double Homicide Champions down.
Sting: An unorthodox move by Team Buddy Back Pose, but that’d worked in their benefit so car after all it did capture them the titles in the first place.
Foote: You know Three Ring Barney has their eyes on this one.
Leg kicks from Bacchus to Cogan then a headlock takeover. Cogan back up trying to get a hang of this wrestling thing but Bacchus with a flap jack – when Cogan gets on all fours Bacchus drives his head down with a curb stomp.
Sting: Bacchus making Cogan look like a joke out there.
Crawford comes to the aid of her partner, locking Bacchus in a sleeperhold. Bacchus with some back elbows and Crawford awards him with a Saito suplex. Jonny grabs Crawford from behind and swings her around hitting her with a DDT. Cogan doesn’t like what he sees and comes running at Jonny with a spear taking him out – the crowd pops with Cogan actually hitting an effective move.
Foote: They are toe to toe early in this one.
Bacchus with a running crossbody – but is caught by Cogan. Jonny helps him out – he dropkicks the back of Bacchus and sends Cogan down. Crawford grabs Jonny now and hits a spinning backfist followed by a fisherman's suplex. Now Crawford drags one of the glass tables out from the corner and sets it up in the middle of the ring, careful not to crack it.
Sting: Now we are getting to the tables. You can see the scoreboard there on the big screen right now reading 0 - 0.
Bacchus clubs Crawford across the back. Bacchus with a spinebuster on Crawford. Cigar starts windmilling swinging his arms like that Simpsons episode where Bart and Lisa are pissed at one another. Bacchus throws Cogan to the ropes and as he comes off he throws him up with a flapjack – Jonny catches Cogan in the air with a cutter driving him through a table.
Foote: Jonny and Johnny on the board now 1 - 0. They need five to win.
Cogan holds his bloody chest – little pieces of glass glass in his chest pubes. Cogan rolls out of the ring leaving Crawford alone. Charli tries to battle Jonny and Bacchus but doesn’t last too long before they hit her with a double suplex. The challengers stomp away on Crawford as she tries to find the ropes and escape the ring.
Sting: There is nowhere to run for Crawford. Jonny and Bacchus came to win the championships tonight.
A double superkick from Bacchus and Jonny C that drops Crawford. Bacchus lays down strikes as Jonny grabs another glass table and sets it up in the center of the ring. Bacchus with a swinging neckbreaker. Then he gets Crawford up on his shoulders as Jonny heads to the top rope. Jonny comes off with a closeline knocking Crawford off Bacchus’ shoulders driving one half of the Double Homicide Champion through the glass table in the middle of the ring. Glass finds a home in the upper shoulders of Crawford as she lets out a scream.
Foote: That is 2 - 0 for Bacchus and Jonny C. They have the champions on the ropes – or on thin glass.
Cogan is up now and Bacchus puts him up on his shoulders and just fucking runs hima cross the ring driving Cogan neck joint first through a table in the corner. The crowd is cheering on the carnage as Cogan tries to pick a piece of glass from the back of his scalp outside the ring.
Sting: Well that is 3 - 0 for Bacchus and Jonny C. I never thought they would be able to run away with it like this.
Jonny and Bacchus now turn their attention to Crawford and start stomping away. On one of the kicks she gabs the leg of Bacchus and wrists him into an ankle lock. Jonny tries to stomp on he to break it up but she dodges and lets go of Bacchus’ ankle hooking onto Jonny’s instead taking him off his feet. She twists on the ankle hard knowing she has to deal with Bacchus in a minute, just trying to by some times. She rolls to her feet and when Bacchus swings she hits a double knee face buster.
Foote: SHATTERED ARROWHEAD! Bacchus is out fucking cold.
Crawford drags the remaining table out of the corner and sets it up. Cogan slides in two more and Cogan sets them up in the ring. Jonny comes at Crawford and she spins around him pulling him overhead with a German suplex and taking him crashing through a glass table. Crawford holds on to the waist of Jonny and throws him through another table with a German sending glass flying through the air. Seeing Bacchus about to come in Crawford lets the glass riddles Jonny go. She hits Bacchus with an elbow and gives him a German though the last table set up in the ring. The crowd pops huge as Crawford taunts having single handedly tied thins up.
Sting: What a dangerous athlete – just like that Crawford evens it all up its 3 - 3 now.
Jonny C is the first to his feet – he uses the glass in his forearm as a weapon hitting Crawford with a few stiff shots. Jonny with a dragon suplex on Crawford. Crawford almost no sells the shit and is up back in Jonny’s face but he hits her with GTS.
Foote: He calls that The F’n Point.
Cogan’s majestic joints carry him back into the ring where he is doing battle with Bacchus. Cogan is just absorbing a lot of shots – but to the surprise of the crowd he hit Bacchus with a belly to belly then a closeline. Cogan is looking down – in shock at the amazing ability of his own jacked up joints. Jonny spins Cogan around.
Jonny: You aren’t a real wrestler.
Cogan’s eyes narrow – the camera zooms on his lips – the area seemingly goes quite.
Cogan: You aren’t a MAN!
Gasp! Jonny C slaps the taste out of Cogan’s mouth – but he is grabbed by the shoulders and is now face to face with mother fucking Gram Gram herself. She reaches her hand into her oversized purse and throws a fist full of hard candies, mints and shit right into the face of Jonny C. Jonny spins around and Cogan puts him up in a gorilla press and throws Jonny out of the ring through one of the tables on the outside.
Foote: The only reason this man is a champion in the first place is Gram Gram and here this old vinegar smelling bitch is again helping deliver the win. 4 - 3 now for Team Buddy Back Pose for those keeping track at home. They just need one more to win.
Bacchus can’t help himself. He grabs Gram Gram by the fucking silvers and spins the bitch right round liek a record baby right round and pile drivers the wrinkled woman’s skull into the ground no doubt reducing her ancient vertebrate to dust.
Sting: I can’t believe that Bacchus just did that.
Foote: Man woman or child, you step in that ring and insert yourself into this world you are fair game
Cogan is holding the fragile skull of Gram Gram in his hand crying in the middle of the ring. Crawford comes to the aid with a flying forearm on Bacchus. She is laying down rights nd lefts just as Jonny comes to on the outside picking shards of glass out of his legs. He sets up two tables on top of each other before sliding in the ring. An angry Cogan greets him with a boot to the face.
Sting: You fuck with Gram Gram you fuck with the whole block.
Crawford now has Bacchus up on the top, a table set up behind her in the center of the ring. She calls Cogan over to help. They get Bacchus in a double super plex but he fights Cogan off, sending him backwards. Jonny meets him on the canvas with a superkick.
Foote: Crawford could just haul him down through a table – they are one point up and only need one to win. She could sacrifice herself to win.
Jonny C from behind powerbombs Crawford and somehow she misses the table in the middle of the ring. Jonny up again as Cogan comes running he throws him up for a pop-up powerbomb and somehow he lands on the shoulders of Bacchus still on the top turn buckle. Bacchus turns aiming for the double stack of tables Jonny set up outside and comes off with a sitdown powerbomb taking he anc Cogan down through them with a loud crash.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNERS of this match and NEW DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS JOHNNY BACCHUS AND JONNY C!
Foote: These championships are getting swapped around more than the jizz in the porno I watched last night Sting.
Sting: What the fuck…
Jonny C has both the title belts over his shoulders as he runs to help Bacchus up from the debris. He pulls Bacchus to his feet and puts the championship over his shoulder. As the new champions make their way up the ramp they stop in the middle as all three memes of Three Ring Barney appear at the top of the stage looking down at the Jonny C and Bacchus.
Sting: Luna Baby and Royston Popplewell want a shot at the title belts they made famous. They might be cashing in for a rematch at Gringos Gone Wild.
Back in the ring Team Buddy Back Pose is up and joining the glaring contest.
Foote: Well you know what they say three is company. I am sure English has something up his sleeve to sort out the tag team division.
Referee JJ Huffman holds up the Double Homicide Championships as Team Buddy Back Pose made up of Craig Cogan and Charli Crawford stare across the ring at the challengers Jonny C and Johnny Bacchus. There are glass tables outside the ring everywhere and one leaning in each corner of the ring.
Foote: Get the clean up crew ready for this one.
DING! DING! DING!
To start Cogan runs across the ring using his amazing leg joints to propel himself toward his opponent with his arms stuck out – his bulging muscles ready to rip the heads from his opponents shoulders – but Jonny and Johnny duck the attack sending Cogan into the ropes chest first.
Foote: I cannot believe this dumb fucker hold gold in this company.
Crawford shakes her head and tries her best to battle Bacchus and Jonny. They get her up ina double suplex – but as she comes down she finds herself on the shoulders of Cogan in a power bomb position – saving her from hitting the ground. Cogan starts spinning and Crawford leans back holding her arms around her head as her partner uses her as a weapon. Bacchus ducks the spinning Crawford – but Jonny takes her right on the chin and falls to the ground. Cogan lets his partner off of him and they pose back to back before Bacchus his a shogun drop kick knocking the Double Homicide Champions down.
Sting: An unorthodox move by Team Buddy Back Pose, but that’d worked in their benefit so car after all it did capture them the titles in the first place.
Foote: You know Three Ring Barney has their eyes on this one.
Leg kicks from Bacchus to Cogan then a headlock takeover. Cogan back up trying to get a hang of this wrestling thing but Bacchus with a flap jack – when Cogan gets on all fours Bacchus drives his head down with a curb stomp.
Sting: Bacchus making Cogan look like a joke out there.
Crawford comes to the aid of her partner, locking Bacchus in a sleeperhold. Bacchus with some back elbows and Crawford awards him with a Saito suplex. Jonny grabs Crawford from behind and swings her around hitting her with a DDT. Cogan doesn’t like what he sees and comes running at Jonny with a spear taking him out – the crowd pops with Cogan actually hitting an effective move.
Foote: They are toe to toe early in this one.
Bacchus with a running crossbody – but is caught by Cogan. Jonny helps him out – he dropkicks the back of Bacchus and sends Cogan down. Crawford grabs Jonny now and hits a spinning backfist followed by a fisherman's suplex. Now Crawford drags one of the glass tables out from the corner and sets it up in the middle of the ring, careful not to crack it.
Sting: Now we are getting to the tables. You can see the scoreboard there on the big screen right now reading 0 - 0.
Bacchus clubs Crawford across the back. Bacchus with a spinebuster on Crawford. Cigar starts windmilling swinging his arms like that Simpsons episode where Bart and Lisa are pissed at one another. Bacchus throws Cogan to the ropes and as he comes off he throws him up with a flapjack – Jonny catches Cogan in the air with a cutter driving him through a table.
Foote: Jonny and Johnny on the board now 1 - 0. They need five to win.
Cogan holds his bloody chest – little pieces of glass glass in his chest pubes. Cogan rolls out of the ring leaving Crawford alone. Charli tries to battle Jonny and Bacchus but doesn’t last too long before they hit her with a double suplex. The challengers stomp away on Crawford as she tries to find the ropes and escape the ring.
Sting: There is nowhere to run for Crawford. Jonny and Bacchus came to win the championships tonight.
A double superkick from Bacchus and Jonny C that drops Crawford. Bacchus lays down strikes as Jonny grabs another glass table and sets it up in the center of the ring. Bacchus with a swinging neckbreaker. Then he gets Crawford up on his shoulders as Jonny heads to the top rope. Jonny comes off with a closeline knocking Crawford off Bacchus’ shoulders driving one half of the Double Homicide Champion through the glass table in the middle of the ring. Glass finds a home in the upper shoulders of Crawford as she lets out a scream.
Foote: That is 2 - 0 for Bacchus and Jonny C. They have the champions on the ropes – or on thin glass.
Cogan is up now and Bacchus puts him up on his shoulders and just fucking runs hima cross the ring driving Cogan neck joint first through a table in the corner. The crowd is cheering on the carnage as Cogan tries to pick a piece of glass from the back of his scalp outside the ring.
Sting: Well that is 3 - 0 for Bacchus and Jonny C. I never thought they would be able to run away with it like this.
Jonny and Bacchus now turn their attention to Crawford and start stomping away. On one of the kicks she gabs the leg of Bacchus and wrists him into an ankle lock. Jonny tries to stomp on he to break it up but she dodges and lets go of Bacchus’ ankle hooking onto Jonny’s instead taking him off his feet. She twists on the ankle hard knowing she has to deal with Bacchus in a minute, just trying to by some times. She rolls to her feet and when Bacchus swings she hits a double knee face buster.
Foote: SHATTERED ARROWHEAD! Bacchus is out fucking cold.
Crawford drags the remaining table out of the corner and sets it up. Cogan slides in two more and Cogan sets them up in the ring. Jonny comes at Crawford and she spins around him pulling him overhead with a German suplex and taking him crashing through a glass table. Crawford holds on to the waist of Jonny and throws him through another table with a German sending glass flying through the air. Seeing Bacchus about to come in Crawford lets the glass riddles Jonny go. She hits Bacchus with an elbow and gives him a German though the last table set up in the ring. The crowd pops huge as Crawford taunts having single handedly tied thins up.
Sting: What a dangerous athlete – just like that Crawford evens it all up its 3 - 3 now.
Jonny C is the first to his feet – he uses the glass in his forearm as a weapon hitting Crawford with a few stiff shots. Jonny with a dragon suplex on Crawford. Crawford almost no sells the shit and is up back in Jonny’s face but he hits her with GTS.
Foote: He calls that The F’n Point.
Cogan’s majestic joints carry him back into the ring where he is doing battle with Bacchus. Cogan is just absorbing a lot of shots – but to the surprise of the crowd he hit Bacchus with a belly to belly then a closeline. Cogan is looking down – in shock at the amazing ability of his own jacked up joints. Jonny spins Cogan around.
Jonny: You aren’t a real wrestler.
Cogan’s eyes narrow – the camera zooms on his lips – the area seemingly goes quite.
Cogan: You aren’t a MAN!
Gasp! Jonny C slaps the taste out of Cogan’s mouth – but he is grabbed by the shoulders and is now face to face with mother fucking Gram Gram herself. She reaches her hand into her oversized purse and throws a fist full of hard candies, mints and shit right into the face of Jonny C. Jonny spins around and Cogan puts him up in a gorilla press and throws Jonny out of the ring through one of the tables on the outside.
Foote: The only reason this man is a champion in the first place is Gram Gram and here this old vinegar smelling bitch is again helping deliver the win. 4 - 3 now for Team Buddy Back Pose for those keeping track at home. They just need one more to win.
Bacchus can’t help himself. He grabs Gram Gram by the fucking silvers and spins the bitch right round liek a record baby right round and pile drivers the wrinkled woman’s skull into the ground no doubt reducing her ancient vertebrate to dust.
Sting: I can’t believe that Bacchus just did that.
Foote: Man woman or child, you step in that ring and insert yourself into this world you are fair game
Cogan is holding the fragile skull of Gram Gram in his hand crying in the middle of the ring. Crawford comes to the aid with a flying forearm on Bacchus. She is laying down rights nd lefts just as Jonny comes to on the outside picking shards of glass out of his legs. He sets up two tables on top of each other before sliding in the ring. An angry Cogan greets him with a boot to the face.
Sting: You fuck with Gram Gram you fuck with the whole block.
Crawford now has Bacchus up on the top, a table set up behind her in the center of the ring. She calls Cogan over to help. They get Bacchus in a double super plex but he fights Cogan off, sending him backwards. Jonny meets him on the canvas with a superkick.
Foote: Crawford could just haul him down through a table – they are one point up and only need one to win. She could sacrifice herself to win.
Jonny C from behind powerbombs Crawford and somehow she misses the table in the middle of the ring. Jonny up again as Cogan comes running he throws him up for a pop-up powerbomb and somehow he lands on the shoulders of Bacchus still on the top turn buckle. Bacchus turns aiming for the double stack of tables Jonny set up outside and comes off with a sitdown powerbomb taking he anc Cogan down through them with a loud crash.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNERS of this match and NEW DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS JOHNNY BACCHUS AND JONNY C!
Foote: These championships are getting swapped around more than the jizz in the porno I watched last night Sting.
Sting: What the fuck…
Jonny C has both the title belts over his shoulders as he runs to help Bacchus up from the debris. He pulls Bacchus to his feet and puts the championship over his shoulder. As the new champions make their way up the ramp they stop in the middle as all three memes of Three Ring Barney appear at the top of the stage looking down at the Jonny C and Bacchus.
Sting: Luna Baby and Royston Popplewell want a shot at the title belts they made famous. They might be cashing in for a rematch at Gringos Gone Wild.
Back in the ring Team Buddy Back Pose is up and joining the glaring contest.
Foote: Well you know what they say three is company. I am sure English has something up his sleeve to sort out the tag team division.
English smashes his fist against his desk.
English: I told you! I ave been looking everywhere I have no idea who this asshole is or why he is fucking up my show. Do you think I want him ruining my chances here? You already told me I was on thin ice that this show has to be pretty much perfect.
The man in the Eagle mask paced the room, his brown eyes focusing on English now.
Eagle: If he ruins any of these remaining matches there will be hell to pay. I don't care if you are involved or not, you should have the capacity to stop these things from happening. It can't be this easy to destroy the credibility of this company.
English: He's not going to destroy the credibility... he hasn't got involved directly with any matches yet. The show has been fine. Let's just see how it plays out. As soon as we see him again I'll send security in that direction I'll put Bash Daddy on it and tear the bastard apart to appease your fucking buyrate.
Eagle: See that's some thinking. That's what The Board likes to hear. I spoke with the others... if you don't find out who this person is by the end of the night you will be suspended.
English: Suspended. I own this fucking company...
Eagle: Well consider us shareholders... and maybe you need to take a break. If you can't even deal with some asshole in a hockey mask how can we trust you with running Combat Unlimited.
The Eagle glares at English before turning and walking out the door slamming it behind him. English hammers his desk once more with a closed fist for good measure.
English: I told you! I ave been looking everywhere I have no idea who this asshole is or why he is fucking up my show. Do you think I want him ruining my chances here? You already told me I was on thin ice that this show has to be pretty much perfect.
The man in the Eagle mask paced the room, his brown eyes focusing on English now.
Eagle: If he ruins any of these remaining matches there will be hell to pay. I don't care if you are involved or not, you should have the capacity to stop these things from happening. It can't be this easy to destroy the credibility of this company.
English: He's not going to destroy the credibility... he hasn't got involved directly with any matches yet. The show has been fine. Let's just see how it plays out. As soon as we see him again I'll send security in that direction I'll put Bash Daddy on it and tear the bastard apart to appease your fucking buyrate.
Eagle: See that's some thinking. That's what The Board likes to hear. I spoke with the others... if you don't find out who this person is by the end of the night you will be suspended.
English: Suspended. I own this fucking company...
Eagle: Well consider us shareholders... and maybe you need to take a break. If you can't even deal with some asshole in a hockey mask how can we trust you with running Combat Unlimited.
The Eagle glares at English before turning and walking out the door slamming it behind him. English hammers his desk once more with a closed fist for good measure.
Legion is in the ring – looking confused. She is along – none of her wolves by her side nor Mister J.
Sting: I wonder where Legion’s entourage is tonight.
"Afraid of Us" by Jonwayne and Noah Ortega appears on stage… a flock of hooded people behind him. When he raises his head – his eyes meeting the camera – the flock slowly spreads out and walks back through the entrance tunnel.
Foote: Put on another 50 pounds of muscle and this kid will be a star.
Noah slaps the CU:LT Classic Championships around his waist as he makes his way down the ramp.
Sting: This is his first attempt at defending the title and it’s against an opponent he can’t take lightly. Legion literally destroyed Jaka at Trash Wrestling.
Anderson: From Quebec, Montreal weighing in at 186 lbs standing 5’10 he is The Leader of The Lost Generation… Noah Ortega.
Noah seems to know something Legion doesn’t based on how calm and slowly he walks up the steps. He hands his championship to Tom Garcia who raises it up before calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring. Legion overpowers the champion pushing him towards the corner – but he pushes her back with a few stiff kicks to the gut. Legion retaliates with a flatliner taking the champion down fast. She walks over to the downed Ortega.
Foote: What the hell is that on the big screen?
It’s Legion’s manager Mister J. He’s all tied up – cloth shoves into his mouth to gag him – bruises on the side of the cheeks. He’s attached to a wooden chair and the person we say earlier in Jason cosplay is there beside him holding that machete.
Sting: I don’t understand what is happening here tonight, but someone clearly wants to influence how some of these matches turn out.
Legion is hanging over the ropes asking for security to go find her manager – Noah sneaks up behind her with a roll up.
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of the match and STILL CU:LT Classic Champion NOAH ORTEGA!
Legion rolls out of the ring barely acknowledging the loss as she bolts to the back to find Mister J.
Sting: Bizarre happenings here in CU:LT, but that’s kind of our thing.
Noah clutches his championship sarcastically. He kisses it and pretends to cry before winking at the camera and making his way to the back.
Sting: I wonder where Legion’s entourage is tonight.
"Afraid of Us" by Jonwayne and Noah Ortega appears on stage… a flock of hooded people behind him. When he raises his head – his eyes meeting the camera – the flock slowly spreads out and walks back through the entrance tunnel.
Foote: Put on another 50 pounds of muscle and this kid will be a star.
Noah slaps the CU:LT Classic Championships around his waist as he makes his way down the ramp.
Sting: This is his first attempt at defending the title and it’s against an opponent he can’t take lightly. Legion literally destroyed Jaka at Trash Wrestling.
Anderson: From Quebec, Montreal weighing in at 186 lbs standing 5’10 he is The Leader of The Lost Generation… Noah Ortega.
Noah seems to know something Legion doesn’t based on how calm and slowly he walks up the steps. He hands his championship to Tom Garcia who raises it up before calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring. Legion overpowers the champion pushing him towards the corner – but he pushes her back with a few stiff kicks to the gut. Legion retaliates with a flatliner taking the champion down fast. She walks over to the downed Ortega.
Foote: What the hell is that on the big screen?
It’s Legion’s manager Mister J. He’s all tied up – cloth shoves into his mouth to gag him – bruises on the side of the cheeks. He’s attached to a wooden chair and the person we say earlier in Jason cosplay is there beside him holding that machete.
Sting: I don’t understand what is happening here tonight, but someone clearly wants to influence how some of these matches turn out.
Legion is hanging over the ropes asking for security to go find her manager – Noah sneaks up behind her with a roll up.
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of the match and STILL CU:LT Classic Champion NOAH ORTEGA!
Legion rolls out of the ring barely acknowledging the loss as she bolts to the back to find Mister J.
Sting: Bizarre happenings here in CU:LT, but that’s kind of our thing.
Noah clutches his championship sarcastically. He kisses it and pretends to cry before winking at the camera and making his way to the back.
The camera zooms in on a kinky dog collar hanging from the a pole. It zooms out to show former New World Champion Jane Doe, her head cocked looking across the ring at a much larger opponent. The towering Chester Roosevelt of Three Ring Barney making his long awaited in ring debut.
Sting: In order to win this one you have to choke your opponent out with that dog collar. We have both JJ Huffman and Tom Garcia keeping an eye on this one. We want people to lose as little brain cells as possible.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: How the fuck is Chester going to choke out someone already dead? I mean last moth Jane was electrocuted and here we are like nothing ever happened to her like a bad 80’s slasher sequel.
Sting: Think that’s the point Bill.
Jane creeks her way to Roosevelt who has seen many creepy creatures in his circus days. Jane starts by hitting some chops on the big man that does little but wake him up. Roosevelt brings down a fist hammer to the top of Jane’s head like Wack-A-Mole. Roosevelt backs up Jane back a punch rush backing her into the ropes and then dragging his forearm across her head. He grabs Jane and gives her a nice old school rope burn. Jane comes back in a frenzy and Roosevelt with a body slam followed by dragging his boot across the face of the former New World Champion.
Foote: They don’t make monsters like they used to and Chester is a throw back through and through. Man fights like a fucking circus bear.
Like Roosevelt can hear Foote he locks Jane up in a bear hug squeezing his smaller opponent trying to do some damage to the lungs and chest cavity so she is easier to choke out later. Roosevelt rag dolls Jane back and forth like a shark with a catch. Jane’s bones feel as if they are cracking – but it’s nothing she hasn’t felt before. She elbows the skull of Roosvelt forcing him to let her go.
Sting: Jane can take a lot of punishment – but I know Roosevelt is prepared to dish it all out.
A big running lariat from Roosevelt knocks Jane down. He picks her up with little effort and throws her down with authority using an Olympic slam. Roosevelt lets Jane get up only to hit her with a brutal discus punch sending her six feet backward.
Foote: I have a new favorite wrestling on the roster. Roosevelt is not only the best manager – but he can tear people apart in the ring as well.
Roosevelt makes his way to the corner and climbs reaching for the leather dog leash. Jane leaps up behind him and pulls him off the top with a backdrop – the back of Roosevelt’s skull nailing the mat.
Sting: You can’t turn your back on Jane for too long. She doesn’t seem to be as aware without The Sound of Death by her side – but she is making it work for the moment.
Jane is on the top rope now and snatches the leather dog leash. Roosevelt is up and Jane comes off with a crossbody. Roosevelt catches her and throws her with a fall away slam. Jane lands on her feet. She charges Roosevelt and hits him with a shotgun drop kick sending him into the corner. Jane with a corner splash then she starts with wild strikes, punches and kicks and scratches. Roosevelt throws her off – but Jane is back whipping him now with the dog leash over and over chasing him around the ring.
Foote: I worry Jane could take things too far without her handler out here to put her back in her cage or whatever the fuck.
Roosevelt charges Jane with a nasty gore and does some ground and pound to stop the former champions assault. Roosevelt lifts Jane up and drops her with a tiger driver. The crowd chants for Jane to get back into it – but she lays limp as Roosevelt puts the collar around her neck.
Sting: All he has to do now it choke her out.
Roosevelt puts his boot on the side of Jane’s cheek and hauls up into the bottom of it with the leash. Jane’s arms flail around as Roosevelt smirks at his handy work. He grabs the lahs now creating less slack, balling it up in his fist pulling Jane’s face close to his; he licks the dirt off it before smacking her face then bashing it down into the mat and spitting on her back.
Foote: If you thought Jane was sick Roosevelt is a straight up pervert.
Roosevelt drags Jane around the ring like a dock occasionally kicking her in the ribs to the displeasure of the New York crowd. Then one stray knee – Jane uses it to trip Roosevelt up and hops on him raining down strikes. Jane yanks the leash breaking Roosevelts grip and removes it from her neck. Once again she uses it to lash the big man over and over – wounds forming on his back and legs. Jane with a running knee to the side of the head and now she puts the collar on the big man.
Sting: The tides have turned now – Jane is dragging Roosevelt’s big dump truck of an arse around.
Jane lays in some kicks to the body of Roosevelt while holding the leash then comes down double stomping the back of his skull into the mat. Jane puts her foot on Roosevelt’s face and pulls trying to choke him out. His legs kick.
Foote: Jane going for the win here – but I don’t know if she will be able to put enough pressure on to choke Roosevelt out.
Roosevelt powers to his hands and knees – he grabs the leash and yanks Jane right into a brutal closeline. Roosevelt picks up Jane and hits her with a complete shot for good measure before he rips the collar off his neck.
Sting: Now it is Roosevelt’s turn to light Jane up.
Roosevelt whips the hell out of Jane the trashs and turns only to get her stomach blistered with shots from the belt. Roosevelt picks Jane up and puts the leash around her neck once more – he uses the leash as the ripcord to his lariat and smashes Jane.
Foote: Yankee Doodle Dandy from Roosevelt and Jane is more of a corpse than she usually is.
Roosevelt pulls her up with the leash by one hand… Jane just kicking away and clawing at her neck. Roosevelt holds her up to the crowd as if to say “this was your champion.” he shakes his head and throws her down.
Foote: Roosevelt has this one in hand now.
Roosevelt tosses Jane over the ropes and just starts hanging her. JJ Huffman and Tom Garcia are on the outside just waiting for her to go out cold. Roosevelt grunts applying pressure, trying to cut off as much air as he can as quickly as possible.
Sting: This is some snuff film shit.
Somehow Jane Doe manages to lift her body up exorcist style and twist – the collar cutting into her neck and causing a thin wound. She wraps some of the loose leash around the neck of Roosevelt… now as she leans back it chokes them both.
Foote: It’s about who gives first now.
Jane manages to get her feet up under the top rope and starts using it for leverage pulling Roosevelt down. Both of them are turning disturbing shades of purple — when Roosevelt goes limp – the collar and leash separate as Jane Doe falls to the outside of the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match JANE DOE!
Roosevelt is quick to come to and rips the collar from his neck throwing it to the ground and he huffs in new air.
Foote: Roosevelt may have lost but that was a hell of a debut against a former New World Champion.
The Sound of Death appears on stage. She motions for Jane to join her.
Sting: In order to win this one you have to choke your opponent out with that dog collar. We have both JJ Huffman and Tom Garcia keeping an eye on this one. We want people to lose as little brain cells as possible.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: How the fuck is Chester going to choke out someone already dead? I mean last moth Jane was electrocuted and here we are like nothing ever happened to her like a bad 80’s slasher sequel.
Sting: Think that’s the point Bill.
Jane creeks her way to Roosevelt who has seen many creepy creatures in his circus days. Jane starts by hitting some chops on the big man that does little but wake him up. Roosevelt brings down a fist hammer to the top of Jane’s head like Wack-A-Mole. Roosevelt backs up Jane back a punch rush backing her into the ropes and then dragging his forearm across her head. He grabs Jane and gives her a nice old school rope burn. Jane comes back in a frenzy and Roosevelt with a body slam followed by dragging his boot across the face of the former New World Champion.
Foote: They don’t make monsters like they used to and Chester is a throw back through and through. Man fights like a fucking circus bear.
Like Roosevelt can hear Foote he locks Jane up in a bear hug squeezing his smaller opponent trying to do some damage to the lungs and chest cavity so she is easier to choke out later. Roosevelt rag dolls Jane back and forth like a shark with a catch. Jane’s bones feel as if they are cracking – but it’s nothing she hasn’t felt before. She elbows the skull of Roosvelt forcing him to let her go.
Sting: Jane can take a lot of punishment – but I know Roosevelt is prepared to dish it all out.
A big running lariat from Roosevelt knocks Jane down. He picks her up with little effort and throws her down with authority using an Olympic slam. Roosevelt lets Jane get up only to hit her with a brutal discus punch sending her six feet backward.
Foote: I have a new favorite wrestling on the roster. Roosevelt is not only the best manager – but he can tear people apart in the ring as well.
Roosevelt makes his way to the corner and climbs reaching for the leather dog leash. Jane leaps up behind him and pulls him off the top with a backdrop – the back of Roosevelt’s skull nailing the mat.
Sting: You can’t turn your back on Jane for too long. She doesn’t seem to be as aware without The Sound of Death by her side – but she is making it work for the moment.
Jane is on the top rope now and snatches the leather dog leash. Roosevelt is up and Jane comes off with a crossbody. Roosevelt catches her and throws her with a fall away slam. Jane lands on her feet. She charges Roosevelt and hits him with a shotgun drop kick sending him into the corner. Jane with a corner splash then she starts with wild strikes, punches and kicks and scratches. Roosevelt throws her off – but Jane is back whipping him now with the dog leash over and over chasing him around the ring.
Foote: I worry Jane could take things too far without her handler out here to put her back in her cage or whatever the fuck.
Roosevelt charges Jane with a nasty gore and does some ground and pound to stop the former champions assault. Roosevelt lifts Jane up and drops her with a tiger driver. The crowd chants for Jane to get back into it – but she lays limp as Roosevelt puts the collar around her neck.
Sting: All he has to do now it choke her out.
Roosevelt puts his boot on the side of Jane’s cheek and hauls up into the bottom of it with the leash. Jane’s arms flail around as Roosevelt smirks at his handy work. He grabs the lahs now creating less slack, balling it up in his fist pulling Jane’s face close to his; he licks the dirt off it before smacking her face then bashing it down into the mat and spitting on her back.
Foote: If you thought Jane was sick Roosevelt is a straight up pervert.
Roosevelt drags Jane around the ring like a dock occasionally kicking her in the ribs to the displeasure of the New York crowd. Then one stray knee – Jane uses it to trip Roosevelt up and hops on him raining down strikes. Jane yanks the leash breaking Roosevelts grip and removes it from her neck. Once again she uses it to lash the big man over and over – wounds forming on his back and legs. Jane with a running knee to the side of the head and now she puts the collar on the big man.
Sting: The tides have turned now – Jane is dragging Roosevelt’s big dump truck of an arse around.
Jane lays in some kicks to the body of Roosevelt while holding the leash then comes down double stomping the back of his skull into the mat. Jane puts her foot on Roosevelt’s face and pulls trying to choke him out. His legs kick.
Foote: Jane going for the win here – but I don’t know if she will be able to put enough pressure on to choke Roosevelt out.
Roosevelt powers to his hands and knees – he grabs the leash and yanks Jane right into a brutal closeline. Roosevelt picks up Jane and hits her with a complete shot for good measure before he rips the collar off his neck.
Sting: Now it is Roosevelt’s turn to light Jane up.
Roosevelt whips the hell out of Jane the trashs and turns only to get her stomach blistered with shots from the belt. Roosevelt picks Jane up and puts the leash around her neck once more – he uses the leash as the ripcord to his lariat and smashes Jane.
Foote: Yankee Doodle Dandy from Roosevelt and Jane is more of a corpse than she usually is.
Roosevelt pulls her up with the leash by one hand… Jane just kicking away and clawing at her neck. Roosevelt holds her up to the crowd as if to say “this was your champion.” he shakes his head and throws her down.
Foote: Roosevelt has this one in hand now.
Roosevelt tosses Jane over the ropes and just starts hanging her. JJ Huffman and Tom Garcia are on the outside just waiting for her to go out cold. Roosevelt grunts applying pressure, trying to cut off as much air as he can as quickly as possible.
Sting: This is some snuff film shit.
Somehow Jane Doe manages to lift her body up exorcist style and twist – the collar cutting into her neck and causing a thin wound. She wraps some of the loose leash around the neck of Roosevelt… now as she leans back it chokes them both.
Foote: It’s about who gives first now.
Jane manages to get her feet up under the top rope and starts using it for leverage pulling Roosevelt down. Both of them are turning disturbing shades of purple — when Roosevelt goes limp – the collar and leash separate as Jane Doe falls to the outside of the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match JANE DOE!
Roosevelt is quick to come to and rips the collar from his neck throwing it to the ground and he huffs in new air.
Foote: Roosevelt may have lost but that was a hell of a debut against a former New World Champion.
The Sound of Death appears on stage. She motions for Jane to join her.
Before Summer of Slam continues we hear the sounds of unfamiliar entrance music to CULT hitting the speakers throughout the Manhattan Center.
Attention pivots towards the entryway where an older man followed by two younger men follow him out to the top of the ramp. The virtual unknowns stand listening to the smattering of a response. The elder of the three shrugs his shoulders as he starts to walk down to the ring followed by the two younger men.
Sting: Do you know who the hell these guys are?
Foote: No clue.
The three make the short walk to the ring as Hank Williams plays on. The elder climbs up on the ring apron, he steps through the ropes while one of the younger men makes his way up the steel steps and the other climbs up on the apron near a corner, he climbs up on the second rope looking out across the sold-out Manhattan Center. They each enter the ring, one through the ropes with the other jumping off the top rope landing firmly on the mat. The elder asks for a microphone, and he’s given one. He takes center ring with one of the younger men on one side and one on the other.
“Allow me to introduce not only myself but the two strapping young men standing behind me. My name is Michael Dawson, and these two are my boys… Jethro Dawson and Gabriel Dawson; but you can call em’ Pope.”
There’s a mild reaction as Michael speaks with a thick North Carolina accent.
MICHAEL DAWSON: My boys are the pride of L.L.W. and they epitomize everything that is Lizard Lick, North Carolina! Collectively we have come right here to CULT to show the entire world what Lizard Lick already knows…
Michael looks to his right at Jethro and then to his left at Pope before continuing.
MICAHEL DAWSON: That’s that they are the future of tag team wrestling.
Some boos echo out from the crowd which causes Michael to respond.
MICHAEL DAWSON: Now hold on, hold on we aren’t here tonight for a trifle, we aren’t here to ruffle any feathers. My boys are just wanting the opportunity to show you all what a North Carolina ass kicking is all about.
Michael takes a moment and then he states.
MICHAEL DAWSON: Being a promoter of the hottest indy in Lizard Lick I happen to know an awful lot about talent, and what I see when it comes right down to it is a lack of it when it revolves around the Homicide Division. As we understand it there’s an event coming next month entitled Gringo’s Gone Wild, well Mr. English, if you’d be inclined my boys are more than happy to show YOU that when I say they’re the future of the business I mean the FUTURE of YOUR business!
He takes another second.
MICHAEL DAWSON: God has led us here to cleanse you of your sins. All you have to do…
He then softly, methodically states.
MICHAEL DAWSON: … is let… us… in.
Michael drops the microphone as Hank William's “Country Boy Can Survive” starts to play once again.
Sting: Do you know who the hell these guys are?
Foote: No clue.
The three make the short walk to the ring as Hank Williams plays on. The elder climbs up on the ring apron, he steps through the ropes while one of the younger men makes his way up the steel steps and the other climbs up on the apron near a corner, he climbs up on the second rope looking out across the sold-out Manhattan Center. They each enter the ring, one through the ropes with the other jumping off the top rope landing firmly on the mat. The elder asks for a microphone, and he’s given one. He takes center ring with one of the younger men on one side and one on the other.
“Allow me to introduce not only myself but the two strapping young men standing behind me. My name is Michael Dawson, and these two are my boys… Jethro Dawson and Gabriel Dawson; but you can call em’ Pope.”
There’s a mild reaction as Michael speaks with a thick North Carolina accent.
MICHAEL DAWSON: My boys are the pride of L.L.W. and they epitomize everything that is Lizard Lick, North Carolina! Collectively we have come right here to CULT to show the entire world what Lizard Lick already knows…
Michael looks to his right at Jethro and then to his left at Pope before continuing.
MICAHEL DAWSON: That’s that they are the future of tag team wrestling.
Some boos echo out from the crowd which causes Michael to respond.
MICHAEL DAWSON: Now hold on, hold on we aren’t here tonight for a trifle, we aren’t here to ruffle any feathers. My boys are just wanting the opportunity to show you all what a North Carolina ass kicking is all about.
Michael takes a moment and then he states.
MICHAEL DAWSON: Being a promoter of the hottest indy in Lizard Lick I happen to know an awful lot about talent, and what I see when it comes right down to it is a lack of it when it revolves around the Homicide Division. As we understand it there’s an event coming next month entitled Gringo’s Gone Wild, well Mr. English, if you’d be inclined my boys are more than happy to show YOU that when I say they’re the future of the business I mean the FUTURE of YOUR business!
He takes another second.
MICHAEL DAWSON: God has led us here to cleanse you of your sins. All you have to do…
He then softly, methodically states.
MICHAEL DAWSON: … is let… us… in.
Michael drops the microphone as Hank William's “Country Boy Can Survive” starts to play once again.
The casino kid is already in the ring surrounded by barbedwire ropes and rigged up explosives. He stretches waiting for JD Driftwood – and he doesn't have to wait long for CU:LT’s resident executioner.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual hits and JD Driftwood walks out from behind the curtain and stomps toward the ring – the crowd has mixed reactions – but it seems more cheers as of late from the hardworking gritty champion.
Foote: It appears both men have decided to go with the tee and jeans look – probably to cut the risk of burns to their bare skin.
Anderson: And the challenger, coming to the ring standing 6’0 and weighing 300lbs, from Key West, FLORIDAAAAA…. He is the SNUFF CHAMPION…. JD DRIFTWOODDDD!
Foote: JD Driftwood has already almost crippled Justin York. I have no idea why the kid wanted to take this match.
Driftwood is careful to step through the ropes as Tom Garcia holds the ropes open for him. JD holds up the SNUFF Championship slapping it as the New York crowd chants his name.
Sting: He’s a fucking asshole but he has won these fans over on work ethic alone.
Driftwood tosses the belt out of the ring toward the time keeper as the bell rings and he eyes up a jumpy York.
DING! DING! DING!
Driftwood runs a York to take him down – but York leap frog him and bows to the booing crowd.
Foote: They didn’t come for that fancy shit and neither did JD.
Driftwood some with another tackle and time gets all of it taking York into the ropes – a little explosion goes off to the delight of the crowd. JD smirks and picks York up in a torture rack then runs across the ring releasing him with a reverse death valley driver right onto the barbedwire ropes. Sparks fly out giving York minor blisters.
Sting: He’s going to kill this kid…. Gut first onto the barbed wire.
JD pulls York’s forehead open using the barbs – blood pours down the Casino Kid’s face.
Foote: Rolled fucking snake eyes tonight.
Driftwood picks York up and nails the vertebreaker.
Foote: FULL ON HEADER!
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DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Look at the disrespect JD pointing to the clock. He said he would beat York in under five minutes at Massacre in Miami and just now he did it in about half of that.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL SNUFF CHAMPION JD DRIFTWOOD!
JD makes his way out of the ring. The crowd cheers but are obviously really sad they missed out on an explosion. York is coming to in the center of the ring when the man in the hockey mask appears on screen once more.
Foote: What the hell is this KC Jones looking mother fucker doing now.
A big red button comes into focus and the man in the mask takes his machete up and pokes the button gently. He tilts his head as York looks through his own blood in complete fear. The masked man pushes the button and…
BOOM!
Sting: Holy fuck! He just blew the explosives…. York didn’t even have time to brace himself.
Smoke fills the arena and smoke alarms go off.
Foote: Who is this masked man and why is he targeting certain wrestlers here tonight and seemingly protecting others. He’s ruining this entire night.
As the smoke clears and fire officials check the damage EMT’s rush the ring to check on York who is laying lifeless in the center.
Sting: We are going to have to take a break and clean things up – we will be back in about a half hour with the finals of the FIGHT Championship Tournament. And… we hope to inform you Justin York is okay… but that remains to be seen.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual hits and JD Driftwood walks out from behind the curtain and stomps toward the ring – the crowd has mixed reactions – but it seems more cheers as of late from the hardworking gritty champion.
Foote: It appears both men have decided to go with the tee and jeans look – probably to cut the risk of burns to their bare skin.
Anderson: And the challenger, coming to the ring standing 6’0 and weighing 300lbs, from Key West, FLORIDAAAAA…. He is the SNUFF CHAMPION…. JD DRIFTWOODDDD!
Foote: JD Driftwood has already almost crippled Justin York. I have no idea why the kid wanted to take this match.
Driftwood is careful to step through the ropes as Tom Garcia holds the ropes open for him. JD holds up the SNUFF Championship slapping it as the New York crowd chants his name.
Sting: He’s a fucking asshole but he has won these fans over on work ethic alone.
Driftwood tosses the belt out of the ring toward the time keeper as the bell rings and he eyes up a jumpy York.
DING! DING! DING!
Driftwood runs a York to take him down – but York leap frog him and bows to the booing crowd.
Foote: They didn’t come for that fancy shit and neither did JD.
Driftwood some with another tackle and time gets all of it taking York into the ropes – a little explosion goes off to the delight of the crowd. JD smirks and picks York up in a torture rack then runs across the ring releasing him with a reverse death valley driver right onto the barbedwire ropes. Sparks fly out giving York minor blisters.
Sting: He’s going to kill this kid…. Gut first onto the barbed wire.
JD pulls York’s forehead open using the barbs – blood pours down the Casino Kid’s face.
Foote: Rolled fucking snake eyes tonight.
Driftwood picks York up and nails the vertebreaker.
Foote: FULL ON HEADER!
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DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Look at the disrespect JD pointing to the clock. He said he would beat York in under five minutes at Massacre in Miami and just now he did it in about half of that.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL SNUFF CHAMPION JD DRIFTWOOD!
JD makes his way out of the ring. The crowd cheers but are obviously really sad they missed out on an explosion. York is coming to in the center of the ring when the man in the hockey mask appears on screen once more.
Foote: What the hell is this KC Jones looking mother fucker doing now.
A big red button comes into focus and the man in the mask takes his machete up and pokes the button gently. He tilts his head as York looks through his own blood in complete fear. The masked man pushes the button and…
BOOM!
Sting: Holy fuck! He just blew the explosives…. York didn’t even have time to brace himself.
Smoke fills the arena and smoke alarms go off.
Foote: Who is this masked man and why is he targeting certain wrestlers here tonight and seemingly protecting others. He’s ruining this entire night.
As the smoke clears and fire officials check the damage EMT’s rush the ring to check on York who is laying lifeless in the center.
Sting: We are going to have to take a break and clean things up – we will be back in about a half hour with the finals of the FIGHT Championship Tournament. And… we hope to inform you Justin York is okay… but that remains to be seen.
The arena is plunged into darkness as a woman’s voice sings out over the PA system while the words flash in white lettering on the black tron screens.
Who you talkin' to man?
Who you talkin' to man?
Anderson: This match is to crown the first FIGHT Champion.
The music fully kicks in as the lights come up, red and white strobes pulsating on the stage. The tron begins rushing through images of a long career, different clips of matches, backstage segments, promos - all splashed across the screen in black and white with details accented in pink and aqua.
Who do you think you are?
Some kind of superstar
Who do you think I be?
A pretty beggar on my knees
Foote: Vhokda took an ass whooping earlier tonight against Holden Ross. You know she is not 100 per cent coming into this.
What's that across your eyelid
What's that across your tongue
Which funeral comes marchin'
When the holy deed is done
Anderson: Now coming to the ring weighing in at go fuck yourself, standing at don’t fucking body shame me… Vhokda Black!
With the first verse, Vhodka emerges from the backstage area standing framed in pink and aqua strobes center stage, a small lit torch in her left hand. She is dressed in high waisted latex briefs that are attached to a studded latex halter top through a harness that travels up her midsection. Her legs are covered by torn fishnet tights with studded straps working their way down like garters to attach onto studded knee pads. Her hair is orange, snarled and hanging down her back, with bangs braided back and pinned underneath to keep them from her eyes. A smile plays across her lips as she nods her head with one hand in the air before she emits a spray of fluid that is ignited by the torch in her hand.
Sting: This is her chance to really cement herself here in CU:LT. I didn’t think anyone was going to slow Ross’ momentum and Black managed to pull the win out earlier. She has to be the favorite going into this.
After discarding the torch at the top of the ramp she descends to the ring glancing towards the crowd on either side, occasionally sticking her tongue out at hecklers and pointing to others as she approaches the ring to slide underneath the bottom rope.
Foote: She’s trying to compete with Shogun for the longest entrance.
Vhodka stays on hands and knees in the center of the ring, her upper body pushed up with her lower body pressed against the ring for a moment before standing and quickly moving to the corner turnbuckle where she stands taking it all in.
Sting: Just when you think Black might be hitting a low point in her career she finds a way to make herself part of the conversation when it comes to the top competitors in this sport.
She jumps down off the turnbuckle, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she awaits the match to begin.
Anderson: and her opponent….
Red spotlight hits the ramp, Red Smoke comes from the ground, Alice Gemini walks through with her head down, palms lowered, but facing forward.
Anderson: from Chicago, IL weighing in at 142lbs standing 5’8 ALICE GEMINI!
Alice walks slowly down the ramp in the same manner until she reaches the front of the ring. She pauses to look up slowly and screams as loud as she can and slides in the ring. She smacks the mat several times while still on her knees, she then jumps up to climb the turnbuckle to scream again. Finally sits on the top turnbuckle staring across the ring at Black.
DING! DING! DING!
Black and Alice walk around one another neither wanting to make a move first. Alice locks Vhodka in a headlock - Black breaks it with a toe stomp. Alice fires back with an implant DDT.
Sting: Alice taking advantage early on.
Abdominal stretch by Alice now, trying to hurt the midsection Holden already beat up earlier on in the night. Alice drives her elbow down into Black’s rib cage. Alice transitions into an Indian deathlock tripping Vhodka up.
Foote: This is going to be a long night for Black. Alice has a long list of submissions to hear that already tender body.
Somehow Black manages to get to her feet only to take a Judo throw into a cross arm bar. Alice yanks and yanks, but Black finds her way to the ropes and gets her toes on it. Referee JJ Huffman forces Alice to break the hold. Alice backs up but as Black gets to her feet she nails a knee lift right to the gut. Alice now with a release suplex and makes the pin.
Sting: Alice really targeting the soft spots on Black. The game plan is working so far.
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Foote: Black gets the shoulder up.
Black with a European uppercut. Hurricanrana from Black now as she battles back against the CU:LT newcomer. Headscissors takedown from Black now and it’s her turn to lock on a submission. Seated Fujiwara armbar now from Black locking it in tight. Alice rolls around but can’t seem to break the hold.
Sting: Vhokda has a hard grip on that arm, the years of wielding the battle dildo have come in handy.
Just like Vhokda earlier, Alice manages to get her feet on the ropes and Huffman forces Black to break the hold.
Foote: Let's see if Vhodka can have a better night than her husband did earlier tonight.
Black stomps on Alice – she lets her get up then Black takes Alice down with a spear. Black continues through her opponent up to the top rope and comes off with a swanton bomb. Black isn’t done yet – she sacrifices her own midsection coming off the second rope with a springboard moonsault. Black kicks her legs and holds her midsection as she flips Alice over for the pinfall.
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Sting: Black doesn’t have much more left in the tank you can tell.
Black digs deep though staying on the attack, locking in a Scorpion deathlock and bending back twisting Alice’s spine. Somehow she crawls to the ropes and forces a break. Black argues with the ref while holding her guts.
Foote: Black is worn down from fighting two grueling matches tonight.
Black brings Alice up but falls to her knees in pain and Alice takes advantage. Emerald Flowsion out of nowhere from Alice – she covers and Huffman makes the count.
Foote: KILLER GEMINI!
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER AND FIRST FIGHT CHAMPION ALICE GEMINI!
Sting; What a tragic story for Black. She could have become the first FIGHT Champion but it hasn’t been a good night for the Black Family. Still what an effort.
Huffman hands the FIGHT Championship to Alice Gemini who holds it up in the air to a cheering crowd.
Foote: What a debut.. It’s hard enough to get one win in CU:LT but on her debut Alice Gemini wins two matches and becomes a champion on her very first night.
Glitter and stuff like that falls from the sky as Alice holds her new title high – her theme playing as she makes her way to the back
Who you talkin' to man?
Who you talkin' to man?
Anderson: This match is to crown the first FIGHT Champion.
The music fully kicks in as the lights come up, red and white strobes pulsating on the stage. The tron begins rushing through images of a long career, different clips of matches, backstage segments, promos - all splashed across the screen in black and white with details accented in pink and aqua.
Who do you think you are?
Some kind of superstar
Who do you think I be?
A pretty beggar on my knees
Foote: Vhokda took an ass whooping earlier tonight against Holden Ross. You know she is not 100 per cent coming into this.
What's that across your eyelid
What's that across your tongue
Which funeral comes marchin'
When the holy deed is done
Anderson: Now coming to the ring weighing in at go fuck yourself, standing at don’t fucking body shame me… Vhokda Black!
With the first verse, Vhodka emerges from the backstage area standing framed in pink and aqua strobes center stage, a small lit torch in her left hand. She is dressed in high waisted latex briefs that are attached to a studded latex halter top through a harness that travels up her midsection. Her legs are covered by torn fishnet tights with studded straps working their way down like garters to attach onto studded knee pads. Her hair is orange, snarled and hanging down her back, with bangs braided back and pinned underneath to keep them from her eyes. A smile plays across her lips as she nods her head with one hand in the air before she emits a spray of fluid that is ignited by the torch in her hand.
Sting: This is her chance to really cement herself here in CU:LT. I didn’t think anyone was going to slow Ross’ momentum and Black managed to pull the win out earlier. She has to be the favorite going into this.
After discarding the torch at the top of the ramp she descends to the ring glancing towards the crowd on either side, occasionally sticking her tongue out at hecklers and pointing to others as she approaches the ring to slide underneath the bottom rope.
Foote: She’s trying to compete with Shogun for the longest entrance.
Vhodka stays on hands and knees in the center of the ring, her upper body pushed up with her lower body pressed against the ring for a moment before standing and quickly moving to the corner turnbuckle where she stands taking it all in.
Sting: Just when you think Black might be hitting a low point in her career she finds a way to make herself part of the conversation when it comes to the top competitors in this sport.
She jumps down off the turnbuckle, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she awaits the match to begin.
Anderson: and her opponent….
Red spotlight hits the ramp, Red Smoke comes from the ground, Alice Gemini walks through with her head down, palms lowered, but facing forward.
Anderson: from Chicago, IL weighing in at 142lbs standing 5’8 ALICE GEMINI!
Alice walks slowly down the ramp in the same manner until she reaches the front of the ring. She pauses to look up slowly and screams as loud as she can and slides in the ring. She smacks the mat several times while still on her knees, she then jumps up to climb the turnbuckle to scream again. Finally sits on the top turnbuckle staring across the ring at Black.
DING! DING! DING!
Black and Alice walk around one another neither wanting to make a move first. Alice locks Vhodka in a headlock - Black breaks it with a toe stomp. Alice fires back with an implant DDT.
Sting: Alice taking advantage early on.
Abdominal stretch by Alice now, trying to hurt the midsection Holden already beat up earlier on in the night. Alice drives her elbow down into Black’s rib cage. Alice transitions into an Indian deathlock tripping Vhodka up.
Foote: This is going to be a long night for Black. Alice has a long list of submissions to hear that already tender body.
Somehow Black manages to get to her feet only to take a Judo throw into a cross arm bar. Alice yanks and yanks, but Black finds her way to the ropes and gets her toes on it. Referee JJ Huffman forces Alice to break the hold. Alice backs up but as Black gets to her feet she nails a knee lift right to the gut. Alice now with a release suplex and makes the pin.
Sting: Alice really targeting the soft spots on Black. The game plan is working so far.
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Foote: Black gets the shoulder up.
Black with a European uppercut. Hurricanrana from Black now as she battles back against the CU:LT newcomer. Headscissors takedown from Black now and it’s her turn to lock on a submission. Seated Fujiwara armbar now from Black locking it in tight. Alice rolls around but can’t seem to break the hold.
Sting: Vhokda has a hard grip on that arm, the years of wielding the battle dildo have come in handy.
Just like Vhokda earlier, Alice manages to get her feet on the ropes and Huffman forces Black to break the hold.
Foote: Let's see if Vhodka can have a better night than her husband did earlier tonight.
Black stomps on Alice – she lets her get up then Black takes Alice down with a spear. Black continues through her opponent up to the top rope and comes off with a swanton bomb. Black isn’t done yet – she sacrifices her own midsection coming off the second rope with a springboard moonsault. Black kicks her legs and holds her midsection as she flips Alice over for the pinfall.
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Sting: Black doesn’t have much more left in the tank you can tell.
Black digs deep though staying on the attack, locking in a Scorpion deathlock and bending back twisting Alice’s spine. Somehow she crawls to the ropes and forces a break. Black argues with the ref while holding her guts.
Foote: Black is worn down from fighting two grueling matches tonight.
Black brings Alice up but falls to her knees in pain and Alice takes advantage. Emerald Flowsion out of nowhere from Alice – she covers and Huffman makes the count.
Foote: KILLER GEMINI!
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER AND FIRST FIGHT CHAMPION ALICE GEMINI!
Sting; What a tragic story for Black. She could have become the first FIGHT Champion but it hasn’t been a good night for the Black Family. Still what an effort.
Huffman hands the FIGHT Championship to Alice Gemini who holds it up in the air to a cheering crowd.
Foote: What a debut.. It’s hard enough to get one win in CU:LT but on her debut Alice Gemini wins two matches and becomes a champion on her very first night.
Glitter and stuff like that falls from the sky as Alice holds her new title high – her theme playing as she makes her way to the back
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 seats underneath each audience member. They rise to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of former four-time World Champion, "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope!
I shot myself yesterday / got to Heaven anyway
Sting: Here we go it is main event time and Lissie Hope finally gets her shot after beating Chris Page at Trash Wrestling.
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
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
Foote: Donnie Hopkins is a whole other breed he is a champion for a reason and he has the hometown advantage.
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.
Sting: A mixed reaction from the New York crowd for Lissie Hope… we know they are waiting for the hometown boy.
“The Man Who Made a Monster” by Dance with the Dead begins to play over the P.A., it’s driving beat permeating through the arena. Gradually, Donnie Hopkins saunters out to the dismay of everyone in attendance.
Sting: Don’t be fooled by the rocks that he’s got, he’s still Donnie from the block.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring … the challenger.. standing 6’2” weighing in at 248lbs from Brooklyn, NEWWWWWW YOORRRRRKKKKKKKKKK…
One section in particular of the crowd yells out “BROOKLYNNNNN” at the top of their lungs.
Foote: Ol’ Donnie used to have a little now he has a lot, but he still fucking knows where he came from.
Anderson: The NEW WORLD CHAMPION…. The Journeyman DONNIE HOPKINS!
Hopkins looks out into the crowd with a snide smirk as he sees signs supporting him. Donnie blows hot air on the New World Championship and pretends to shine it before he walks raptly to the ring. He wipes his boots on the outside apron before entering and quickly takes off his jacket – hands the championship to Tom Gracia and heads to his corner and impatiently waits for the match to start.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: You can feel the big fight feel right in your fuckign testiles Stacy I swear to god.
Donnie kicks things off with a flurry of punches Hope was not expecting. A shoot headbunt stuns the challanger early. Donnie now with a belly to belly suplex. He drops down and rubs his forearm and elbow into the forehead of Lissie Hope.
Foote: Donnie said he wants this done early – he will blow up in five minutes these days.
Donnie pulls Lissie up, but she forces him back with some chops. The crowd boos a little as Hope lands each strike – but she doesn’t let it get to her. Hope with a bicycle kick to the chest then lands a roundhouse kick knocking the champion down to his knees.
Sting: If there is one thing about Lissie Hope it is the passion she has for a fight and right now she is showing that to Hopkins first hand.
Hopkins isn’t into calling it an early night as he lays hard rights into Hope’s midsection. An elbow to the head – a forearm to the face. A big suplex and Donnie is back into it. Donnie with another belly to belly suplex toward the corner. Now Donnie tosses Hope to the corner and he runs at her with an elbow. Then he hits a snap suplex and makes the pin. Garcia starts the count.
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Foote: You are going to have to pull out Lissie Hope's heart to put her down.
Donnie has no problem doing that. He pulls Hope up and hits yet another belly to belly – then yanks her up and delivers a release German suplex. Donnie puts on a clinic with Northern Lights suplex next. Donnie is seated and gives himself a slap on the back as the crowd cheers him on.
Sting: Donnie continues the assault here. He wants to set an example after being unable to defend the New World Championship in his first run.
Donnie takes Hope down once more this time with a massive spine buster.
Foote: Grown Man’s Buster baby.
Donnie hauls Hope up by the hair of her head. He takes her back down with a snap Russian leg sweep then flips over locking Lissie in an arm trap crossface. Donie pulls back on his much smaller opponent – but Lissie has had to fight through this shit before. She makes it to the ropes pretty easy and Tom Garcia forces the champion to break the hold.
Sting: Donnie’s cardio is going to start playing a factor here soon.
Hope gets up and eats a baseball wind up punch to the fucking jaw that knocks her out cold. Donnie smirks and covers the challenger.
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Foote: The night was almost over right there for Lissie Hope, but she finds a way to fight on… like a fucking cockroach.
Hope pulls herself up with the ropes… Donnie is sizing her up getting ready to end the night with a piledriver, but suddenly the champion starts to cough uncontrollably. He is on the mat hacking up a lung, black and blood. Garcia is checking on him – but Hopkins waves him away.
Sting: What the hell is happening to the champion… his lungs seem to be bothering him.
Hope has no other choice but to take advantage of the situation. Donnie up up and Hope makes him eat a spinning back elbow. He jumps and stomps with two feet on the chest of Donnie and he coughs and coughs. As Donnie gets to his feet she takes him down with a snapmare and kicks him in the base of the spine. She hits the ropes and takes him out with a sliding closeline.
Foote: Just like Donnie said… he is blown up… this is a young woman’s game now Stacy.
Hope now with a flying leg drop across the back of Donnie’s neck driving his head into the canvas. Knowing Donnie is all fucking up with his cardiovasular Hope takes to the top rope and comes off witha frog splash coming across Hopkin’s chest perfectly. She pins the champion and Garcia starts the count.
Sting: A great opportunity here for Hope.
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Sting: Hope has to stay out of her head. I know she has taken some tough losses here in CU:LT but she has proven to be a worthy competitor as well. Every match she has had has been top notch. This is her chance to prove to the world she isn’t a one trick pony.
Lissie hits the canvas waiting for Donnie to get up and here comes Johnny Bacchus running down to the ring with Jonny C in tow both holding their new Double Homicide Championships.
Sting: She may not have the fans on her side – but she has her friends rooting for her here tonight and look even more coming down.
Addy A is walking down the ramp with Alice Gemini who is holding her just won FIGHT Championship.
Foote: It seems like some sort of alliance is forming here and boy do they have a lot of gold. They are just waiting for Lissie Hope to join them with the New World Championship.
Donnie finally controls his coughing enough to get to his feed and Lissie kicks him in the gut, locks the underhooks and drops Hopkins face down with a face crusher. She flips the champion over as boos ring out… while her friends on the outside try and cheer over the negativity. Hope makes the cover and Garcia counts.
Sting: CROWN OF THORNS!
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Sting: Somehow, some way, Donnie Hopkins finds a way to get his fucking shoulders off the canvas. I honestly do not believe it.
Hope shakes her head knowing she is going to have to pull something out of the bag to put down the New World Champion to take the title home. Hopkins hit some shots to the gut of Hope once more. European uppercut from Donnie – then another belly to belly. Donnie sets up the Gotch style piledriver and Hope backdrops him.
Foote: Hopkins just being out classed here.
Donnie is back up and they are exchanging the crowd cheering everytime Donnie lands the group around the ring cheering every time Lissie lands. Then another huge spine buster from Donnie and he locks eyes with Johnny Bacchus.
Sting: Donnie sees this support out here for Hope and he doesn’t like it. To him he’s been a locker room leader.
Bacchus can’t help but get up on the apron he’s in Donnie’s face and Garcia is distracted trying to break up the two. This gives time for Hope to line Hopkins up for another Crown of Thorns.
Foote: Wait.. it's the masked man again.
A man in a only hockey mask grabs the New World Championship from ringside – he slides in the ring… Bacchus and crew see it and start freaking out but it just distracts the ref longer. Hope is then blindsided by the masked man as he nails her with the title right between the eyes busting her wide open. The crowd cheers knowing this increases Donnie’s chances… the hometown hero… a noble win.
Sting: What the fuck just happened the masked man jus left though the crowd.
Donnie turns around and sees Hope down. He shrugs and puts her in the Gotch style piledriver, spiking Hope into the ground.
Foote: END OF YOUR LIFE!
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Sting: Not like this!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER and STILL NEW WORLD CHAMPION… DONNIE HOPKINS!
Jonny C, Johnny Bacchus, Addy A and Alice Gemini storm the ring as soon as the bell ring sna Donnie slides out as they defend the honor of the fallen Lissie Hope.
Sting: Clearly this isn’t how this was supposed to go… Lissie was supposed to join this group with the New World Championship but it seems someone else had other plans.
In the middle of the audience the masked man looks back tilting his head – he pulls off the hockey goalie mask to reveal none other than Casanova English himself.
Sting: I dont… I don’t understand… English has sabotaged his own show… why… because he wants things done his way? The board will not be happy.
Foote: WHO THE FUCK BOOKED THIS SHIT… [REDACTED] (Vince Russo)!?
Hope is wiping the blood from her face as Jonny C, Johnny Bacchus, Addy A and Alice Gemini all help her to her feet – many of them yelling in the direction of English.
Sting: I can’t wait to see what the fallout is from Casanova’s action when we hit up Mexico next month for Gringos Gone Wild!
Donnie Hopkins is laying on the rampway – he coughs blood onto the New World Championship and wipes it away trying not to show the crowd
I shot myself yesterday / got to Heaven anyway
Sting: Here we go it is main event time and Lissie Hope finally gets her shot after beating Chris Page at Trash Wrestling.
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
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
Foote: Donnie Hopkins is a whole other breed he is a champion for a reason and he has the hometown advantage.
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.
Sting: A mixed reaction from the New York crowd for Lissie Hope… we know they are waiting for the hometown boy.
“The Man Who Made a Monster” by Dance with the Dead begins to play over the P.A., it’s driving beat permeating through the arena. Gradually, Donnie Hopkins saunters out to the dismay of everyone in attendance.
Sting: Don’t be fooled by the rocks that he’s got, he’s still Donnie from the block.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring … the challenger.. standing 6’2” weighing in at 248lbs from Brooklyn, NEWWWWWW YOORRRRRKKKKKKKKKK…
One section in particular of the crowd yells out “BROOKLYNNNNN” at the top of their lungs.
Foote: Ol’ Donnie used to have a little now he has a lot, but he still fucking knows where he came from.
Anderson: The NEW WORLD CHAMPION…. The Journeyman DONNIE HOPKINS!
Hopkins looks out into the crowd with a snide smirk as he sees signs supporting him. Donnie blows hot air on the New World Championship and pretends to shine it before he walks raptly to the ring. He wipes his boots on the outside apron before entering and quickly takes off his jacket – hands the championship to Tom Gracia and heads to his corner and impatiently waits for the match to start.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: You can feel the big fight feel right in your fuckign testiles Stacy I swear to god.
Donnie kicks things off with a flurry of punches Hope was not expecting. A shoot headbunt stuns the challanger early. Donnie now with a belly to belly suplex. He drops down and rubs his forearm and elbow into the forehead of Lissie Hope.
Foote: Donnie said he wants this done early – he will blow up in five minutes these days.
Donnie pulls Lissie up, but she forces him back with some chops. The crowd boos a little as Hope lands each strike – but she doesn’t let it get to her. Hope with a bicycle kick to the chest then lands a roundhouse kick knocking the champion down to his knees.
Sting: If there is one thing about Lissie Hope it is the passion she has for a fight and right now she is showing that to Hopkins first hand.
Hopkins isn’t into calling it an early night as he lays hard rights into Hope’s midsection. An elbow to the head – a forearm to the face. A big suplex and Donnie is back into it. Donnie with another belly to belly suplex toward the corner. Now Donnie tosses Hope to the corner and he runs at her with an elbow. Then he hits a snap suplex and makes the pin. Garcia starts the count.
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Foote: You are going to have to pull out Lissie Hope's heart to put her down.
Donnie has no problem doing that. He pulls Hope up and hits yet another belly to belly – then yanks her up and delivers a release German suplex. Donnie puts on a clinic with Northern Lights suplex next. Donnie is seated and gives himself a slap on the back as the crowd cheers him on.
Sting: Donnie continues the assault here. He wants to set an example after being unable to defend the New World Championship in his first run.
Donnie takes Hope down once more this time with a massive spine buster.
Foote: Grown Man’s Buster baby.
Donnie hauls Hope up by the hair of her head. He takes her back down with a snap Russian leg sweep then flips over locking Lissie in an arm trap crossface. Donie pulls back on his much smaller opponent – but Lissie has had to fight through this shit before. She makes it to the ropes pretty easy and Tom Garcia forces the champion to break the hold.
Sting: Donnie’s cardio is going to start playing a factor here soon.
Hope gets up and eats a baseball wind up punch to the fucking jaw that knocks her out cold. Donnie smirks and covers the challenger.
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Foote: The night was almost over right there for Lissie Hope, but she finds a way to fight on… like a fucking cockroach.
Hope pulls herself up with the ropes… Donnie is sizing her up getting ready to end the night with a piledriver, but suddenly the champion starts to cough uncontrollably. He is on the mat hacking up a lung, black and blood. Garcia is checking on him – but Hopkins waves him away.
Sting: What the hell is happening to the champion… his lungs seem to be bothering him.
Hope has no other choice but to take advantage of the situation. Donnie up up and Hope makes him eat a spinning back elbow. He jumps and stomps with two feet on the chest of Donnie and he coughs and coughs. As Donnie gets to his feet she takes him down with a snapmare and kicks him in the base of the spine. She hits the ropes and takes him out with a sliding closeline.
Foote: Just like Donnie said… he is blown up… this is a young woman’s game now Stacy.
Hope now with a flying leg drop across the back of Donnie’s neck driving his head into the canvas. Knowing Donnie is all fucking up with his cardiovasular Hope takes to the top rope and comes off witha frog splash coming across Hopkin’s chest perfectly. She pins the champion and Garcia starts the count.
Sting: A great opportunity here for Hope.
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Sting: Hope has to stay out of her head. I know she has taken some tough losses here in CU:LT but she has proven to be a worthy competitor as well. Every match she has had has been top notch. This is her chance to prove to the world she isn’t a one trick pony.
Lissie hits the canvas waiting for Donnie to get up and here comes Johnny Bacchus running down to the ring with Jonny C in tow both holding their new Double Homicide Championships.
Sting: She may not have the fans on her side – but she has her friends rooting for her here tonight and look even more coming down.
Addy A is walking down the ramp with Alice Gemini who is holding her just won FIGHT Championship.
Foote: It seems like some sort of alliance is forming here and boy do they have a lot of gold. They are just waiting for Lissie Hope to join them with the New World Championship.
Donnie finally controls his coughing enough to get to his feed and Lissie kicks him in the gut, locks the underhooks and drops Hopkins face down with a face crusher. She flips the champion over as boos ring out… while her friends on the outside try and cheer over the negativity. Hope makes the cover and Garcia counts.
Sting: CROWN OF THORNS!
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Sting: Somehow, some way, Donnie Hopkins finds a way to get his fucking shoulders off the canvas. I honestly do not believe it.
Hope shakes her head knowing she is going to have to pull something out of the bag to put down the New World Champion to take the title home. Hopkins hit some shots to the gut of Hope once more. European uppercut from Donnie – then another belly to belly. Donnie sets up the Gotch style piledriver and Hope backdrops him.
Foote: Hopkins just being out classed here.
Donnie is back up and they are exchanging the crowd cheering everytime Donnie lands the group around the ring cheering every time Lissie lands. Then another huge spine buster from Donnie and he locks eyes with Johnny Bacchus.
Sting: Donnie sees this support out here for Hope and he doesn’t like it. To him he’s been a locker room leader.
Bacchus can’t help but get up on the apron he’s in Donnie’s face and Garcia is distracted trying to break up the two. This gives time for Hope to line Hopkins up for another Crown of Thorns.
Foote: Wait.. it's the masked man again.
A man in a only hockey mask grabs the New World Championship from ringside – he slides in the ring… Bacchus and crew see it and start freaking out but it just distracts the ref longer. Hope is then blindsided by the masked man as he nails her with the title right between the eyes busting her wide open. The crowd cheers knowing this increases Donnie’s chances… the hometown hero… a noble win.
Sting: What the fuck just happened the masked man jus left though the crowd.
Donnie turns around and sees Hope down. He shrugs and puts her in the Gotch style piledriver, spiking Hope into the ground.
Foote: END OF YOUR LIFE!
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Sting: Not like this!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER and STILL NEW WORLD CHAMPION… DONNIE HOPKINS!
Jonny C, Johnny Bacchus, Addy A and Alice Gemini storm the ring as soon as the bell ring sna Donnie slides out as they defend the honor of the fallen Lissie Hope.
Sting: Clearly this isn’t how this was supposed to go… Lissie was supposed to join this group with the New World Championship but it seems someone else had other plans.
In the middle of the audience the masked man looks back tilting his head – he pulls off the hockey goalie mask to reveal none other than Casanova English himself.
Sting: I dont… I don’t understand… English has sabotaged his own show… why… because he wants things done his way? The board will not be happy.
Foote: WHO THE FUCK BOOKED THIS SHIT… [REDACTED] (Vince Russo)!?
Hope is wiping the blood from her face as Jonny C, Johnny Bacchus, Addy A and Alice Gemini all help her to her feet – many of them yelling in the direction of English.
Sting: I can’t wait to see what the fallout is from Casanova’s action when we hit up Mexico next month for Gringos Gone Wild!
Donnie Hopkins is laying on the rampway – he coughs blood onto the New World Championship and wipes it away trying not to show the crowd
