CULT S01E09
Sleep Now in the Fire by Rage Against the Machine blasts through the noise of the crowd as CULT kicks off their Japan debut with Super Saiyan 1.
Sting: Welcome everyone to Combat Unlimited: Lethal Trial’s debut in Japan and we have a hell of a show for you.
More Pyro then you could ever believe starts to go off, almost smoking out the entire arena and cutting commentary off completely as they try to do the rundown on the card. Foote is hacking up a fuckign lung because of the unhealthy haze which has formed in the arena.
Foote: Oh for the love of god let’s just get thi shit on the go.
Sting: Welcome everyone to Combat Unlimited: Lethal Trial’s debut in Japan and we have a hell of a show for you.
More Pyro then you could ever believe starts to go off, almost smoking out the entire arena and cutting commentary off completely as they try to do the rundown on the card. Foote is hacking up a fuckign lung because of the unhealthy haze which has formed in the arena.
Foote: Oh for the love of god let’s just get thi shit on the go.
Chester Roosevelt is in the middle of the ring, Royston Popplewell and Luna Baby on the outside holding their championships which the big man will try and single handedly defend on the trio’s behalf.
Sting: I think Roosevelt is going to beat one Bong Twin to death using the other one.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring…. Da Bing Bong Twinzz!
Da Bing Bong Twinzz roll to the side fo the rampway in a clapped out fucking shit Bentley to the worst music you have ever fucking heard – the jump out and slam the doors making their way to the ring.
Foote: Da Boyz best have a gameplan tonight.
MC C-Munqqquee BathZaltzz and Lil' Ca$h-App Dolla Billyunnai$$e charge the ring sliding under the ropes. They get up and start pummeling Roosevelt pushing him back. They Irish whip him to the ropes and Roosevelt comes off with a double closeline turing both the scrawny fuckers inside out.
DING! DING! DING!
Roosevelt now with a backdrop on BathZaltzz. Dolla comes for some heat and Roosevelt delivers with a picture perfect Olympic slam. The crowd is actually cheering on the big man as he dismantles the worst wrestlers in the industry.
Foote: The big man is going to end their short and pathetic careers.
The Twinz claw at the legs of Roosevelt trying to drag themselves up to their feet. Then then nail a double low blow to Roosevelt. Luna slams the canvas on the outside.
Sting: The only thing that constitutes a DQ in the No DQ match is if another member of Three Ring Barney interferes.
The Twinz are stomping away at Roosevelt. He stands up past the feather light blows and slams the dumb fuckers’ heads together.. Roosevent then hits one of his own and each of their thin skulls rattling their reptile brains.
Foote: What the fuck is this… look at how strong Roosevelt is.
Roosevelt has BathZaltzz up in a Gorilla press…. He torpedoes him outside the ring and right through the fucking windsheid of the Bentley the Twinz brought to ringside.
Sting: Holy fuck. I think he just killed him.
Dolla runs at Roosevelt and eats a boot to the face. Roosevelt hits a tiger drive on Dolla crumpling him to the canvas. Roosevelt slides out of the ring and grabs the entire shattered windshield.
Foote: It’s still all connected together by the safety barrier installed in the glass, but it’s sharp fuck.
Roosevelt lays it on the mat and piledrives Dolla right down onto it cutting his scalp to shit.
Sting: This is brutal.
Finally the door opens and Bentely and BathZaltzz rolls out onto the ramp. He staggers into the ring… Roosevelt grabs his wrist and hits a ripcord closeline.
Foote: YANKEE DOODLE FUCKING DANDY!
Dolla eats a discus punch that turns him inside out causing him to moonsault right onto his brother. Roosevelt plants a boot in his back covering both his opponents.
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DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Did we think it would go any other way?
Anderson: The WINNER of this match CHESTER ROOSEVELT and still DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS THREE RING BARNEY!
Luna and Popplewell come into the ring, Roosevelt is screaming into the camera as his teammates flank him holding up the Double Homicide Championships.
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Sting: I think Roosevelt is going to beat one Bong Twin to death using the other one.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring…. Da Bing Bong Twinzz!
Da Bing Bong Twinzz roll to the side fo the rampway in a clapped out fucking shit Bentley to the worst music you have ever fucking heard – the jump out and slam the doors making their way to the ring.
Foote: Da Boyz best have a gameplan tonight.
MC C-Munqqquee BathZaltzz and Lil' Ca$h-App Dolla Billyunnai$$e charge the ring sliding under the ropes. They get up and start pummeling Roosevelt pushing him back. They Irish whip him to the ropes and Roosevelt comes off with a double closeline turing both the scrawny fuckers inside out.
DING! DING! DING!
Roosevelt now with a backdrop on BathZaltzz. Dolla comes for some heat and Roosevelt delivers with a picture perfect Olympic slam. The crowd is actually cheering on the big man as he dismantles the worst wrestlers in the industry.
Foote: The big man is going to end their short and pathetic careers.
The Twinz claw at the legs of Roosevelt trying to drag themselves up to their feet. Then then nail a double low blow to Roosevelt. Luna slams the canvas on the outside.
Sting: The only thing that constitutes a DQ in the No DQ match is if another member of Three Ring Barney interferes.
The Twinz are stomping away at Roosevelt. He stands up past the feather light blows and slams the dumb fuckers’ heads together.. Roosevent then hits one of his own and each of their thin skulls rattling their reptile brains.
Foote: What the fuck is this… look at how strong Roosevelt is.
Roosevelt has BathZaltzz up in a Gorilla press…. He torpedoes him outside the ring and right through the fucking windsheid of the Bentley the Twinz brought to ringside.
Sting: Holy fuck. I think he just killed him.
Dolla runs at Roosevelt and eats a boot to the face. Roosevelt hits a tiger drive on Dolla crumpling him to the canvas. Roosevelt slides out of the ring and grabs the entire shattered windshield.
Foote: It’s still all connected together by the safety barrier installed in the glass, but it’s sharp fuck.
Roosevelt lays it on the mat and piledrives Dolla right down onto it cutting his scalp to shit.
Sting: This is brutal.
Finally the door opens and Bentely and BathZaltzz rolls out onto the ramp. He staggers into the ring… Roosevelt grabs his wrist and hits a ripcord closeline.
Foote: YANKEE DOODLE FUCKING DANDY!
Dolla eats a discus punch that turns him inside out causing him to moonsault right onto his brother. Roosevelt plants a boot in his back covering both his opponents.
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DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Did we think it would go any other way?
Anderson: The WINNER of this match CHESTER ROOSEVELT and still DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS THREE RING BARNEY!
Luna and Popplewell come into the ring, Roosevelt is screaming into the camera as his teammates flank him holding up the Double Homicide Championships.
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Azurine Vebbins looks around the ring at all four competitors, she’s trying to keep her distance. She slowly locked in an oral obedience gag that reads “Hands Off” in bold white letters.
Sting: Maloney did suggest she muzzle herself… maybe she took it literally. Anyway no kink shaming in CULT.
DING! DING! DING!
All three women – Hope, Fenix and Maloney all start pummeling Holden Ross. They are beating the big man down, stopping a mud hole in The Bastard.
Foote: I have to hand it to them, these women are smart taking out the biggest person in the match by far.
A double suplex on Holden by Hope and Maloney – then Fenix off the top rope with a splash. They pull the big man up and Maloney drop kicks Holden over the top rope. Fenix follows him outside with a suicide dive. Hope takes advantage of being in the ring along with Maloney and rolls her up. Referee Tom Garcia makes the count.
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KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: Hope tried to sneak a win there.
Fenix slides back into the ring. Fenix drops Lisse with a DDT. Maloney grabs Fenix and hits her with a snap suplex. Hope is up now and takes Maloney down with a belly to belly suplex.
Foote: Fast paced action here. I didn’t expect to see Hope back here after that hard fought loss last month for the New World Championship.
Fenix and Lissie are exchanging blows now. Lisse with a wild left – Fenix ducks it hits a snap fishermen suplex hooking the leg. Vebbins makes the count… not as quick as Fenix would like.
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Maloney breaks it up. She pulls Fenix up by her hair, hits three uppercuts and tosses her overhead with a release German suplex. Warmonger keeps on rolling by nailing Lissie with chops to the chest, then a dropkick to the knees. Hope staggers back to her feet and Maloney hits a superkick.
Sting: What a debut for Maloney here in CULT in Japan. She is a hell of a talent. Her and Fenix were great pick ups.
Fenix and Maloney are now exchanging blows in the middle of the ring. Fenix takes her down with a spinning wheel kick. She sees Holden ross stirring on the outside and hits a handspring moonsault over the top rope taking the big fucker out once again. Vebbins is shocked at the action trying to keep an eye on things on the outside as well as in the ring.
Foote: Listen to that pop the crowd here in Japan is loving Jennie.
Hope and Maloney are now alone in the ring. Maloney with a double knee face crusher, followed up with an impaler DDT just spiking Hope right onto her skull.
Sting: God she got all of that a JerZ Makeover followed by a Gnat Gnat. That that might be it for Lissie Hope.
Vebbins is checking on Hope – Maloney rips her off. Vebbins tries to assert her dominance a bit, but with a ball gag in her mouth Maloney doesn’t take her very seriously. Maloney grabs Lissie by the hair and nails a sliced bread into a sitting edge-o-matic.
Foote: She calls that one Family tradition.
Maloney covers and Vebbins makes the count.
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Sting: BROKEN UP BY ROSS!
Somehow Ross battled his way back into the ring and is laying shots into Maloney. Ross hits a huge elbow then turns his attention to Vebbins who raises her hands up asking him to just focus on the match. Hope clubs him from behind and the pair start battling. Just as Hope and Ross pair up, so do Maloney and Fenix. Everyone is just laying strikes on one another and Vebbins has her head on swivel getting dizzy trying to keep up with the action.
Foote: I didn;t think Ross would find his way back in this one the way he has been targeted.
Maloney and Fenix are on the apron now and suddenly fenix nails a Spanish fly driving Maloney down on the hardest part of the mother fucking ring – all the while taking herself to the outside. Just as this happens Hope kicks Ross in the gut and gets the underhooks driving him down with a face buster
Sting: CROWN OF THORNS!
Vebbins makes the count.
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Maloney is clawing at the pin from the apron but can’t make it to break it up.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER of the match LISSIE HOPE!
Garcia raises Hope's hands as she smirks, her music playing through the arena. She’s laughing to herself a bit knowing Casanova English won’t be able to stand that she walked out of here with the win.
Sting: A much needed wind or Vebbins there.
Ross is in the ring getting in Vebbins face for counting his sounders to the mat. Vebbins holds her arms up as if she wants nothing to do with the big man… then kicks him square in the bean bag folding him over. The crowd pops huge and chants Vebbins name as she yanks the gag from her mouth and slams it onto the chest of Holden Ross.
Sting: Vebbins has had enough of The Bastard
Sting: Maloney did suggest she muzzle herself… maybe she took it literally. Anyway no kink shaming in CULT.
DING! DING! DING!
All three women – Hope, Fenix and Maloney all start pummeling Holden Ross. They are beating the big man down, stopping a mud hole in The Bastard.
Foote: I have to hand it to them, these women are smart taking out the biggest person in the match by far.
A double suplex on Holden by Hope and Maloney – then Fenix off the top rope with a splash. They pull the big man up and Maloney drop kicks Holden over the top rope. Fenix follows him outside with a suicide dive. Hope takes advantage of being in the ring along with Maloney and rolls her up. Referee Tom Garcia makes the count.
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KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: Hope tried to sneak a win there.
Fenix slides back into the ring. Fenix drops Lisse with a DDT. Maloney grabs Fenix and hits her with a snap suplex. Hope is up now and takes Maloney down with a belly to belly suplex.
Foote: Fast paced action here. I didn’t expect to see Hope back here after that hard fought loss last month for the New World Championship.
Fenix and Lissie are exchanging blows now. Lisse with a wild left – Fenix ducks it hits a snap fishermen suplex hooking the leg. Vebbins makes the count… not as quick as Fenix would like.
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Maloney breaks it up. She pulls Fenix up by her hair, hits three uppercuts and tosses her overhead with a release German suplex. Warmonger keeps on rolling by nailing Lissie with chops to the chest, then a dropkick to the knees. Hope staggers back to her feet and Maloney hits a superkick.
Sting: What a debut for Maloney here in CULT in Japan. She is a hell of a talent. Her and Fenix were great pick ups.
Fenix and Maloney are now exchanging blows in the middle of the ring. Fenix takes her down with a spinning wheel kick. She sees Holden ross stirring on the outside and hits a handspring moonsault over the top rope taking the big fucker out once again. Vebbins is shocked at the action trying to keep an eye on things on the outside as well as in the ring.
Foote: Listen to that pop the crowd here in Japan is loving Jennie.
Hope and Maloney are now alone in the ring. Maloney with a double knee face crusher, followed up with an impaler DDT just spiking Hope right onto her skull.
Sting: God she got all of that a JerZ Makeover followed by a Gnat Gnat. That that might be it for Lissie Hope.
Vebbins is checking on Hope – Maloney rips her off. Vebbins tries to assert her dominance a bit, but with a ball gag in her mouth Maloney doesn’t take her very seriously. Maloney grabs Lissie by the hair and nails a sliced bread into a sitting edge-o-matic.
Foote: She calls that one Family tradition.
Maloney covers and Vebbins makes the count.
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3!
Sting: BROKEN UP BY ROSS!
Somehow Ross battled his way back into the ring and is laying shots into Maloney. Ross hits a huge elbow then turns his attention to Vebbins who raises her hands up asking him to just focus on the match. Hope clubs him from behind and the pair start battling. Just as Hope and Ross pair up, so do Maloney and Fenix. Everyone is just laying strikes on one another and Vebbins has her head on swivel getting dizzy trying to keep up with the action.
Foote: I didn;t think Ross would find his way back in this one the way he has been targeted.
Maloney and Fenix are on the apron now and suddenly fenix nails a Spanish fly driving Maloney down on the hardest part of the mother fucking ring – all the while taking herself to the outside. Just as this happens Hope kicks Ross in the gut and gets the underhooks driving him down with a face buster
Sting: CROWN OF THORNS!
Vebbins makes the count.
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3!
Maloney is clawing at the pin from the apron but can’t make it to break it up.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER of the match LISSIE HOPE!
Garcia raises Hope's hands as she smirks, her music playing through the arena. She’s laughing to herself a bit knowing Casanova English won’t be able to stand that she walked out of here with the win.
Sting: A much needed wind or Vebbins there.
Ross is in the ring getting in Vebbins face for counting his sounders to the mat. Vebbins holds her arms up as if she wants nothing to do with the big man… then kicks him square in the bean bag folding him over. The crowd pops huge and chants Vebbins name as she yanks the gag from her mouth and slams it onto the chest of Holden Ross.
Sting: Vebbins has had enough of The Bastard
CULT Comes to Canada for the first time in December with a card featuring hometown villain Casanova English as he takes on Datura in an unsanctioned lights out match.
All CULT Championships will be defended the we will see the debuts of CASSIDY HOBBS, RONNIE S, MURPHY DOYLE MAHER & MADISON BONAPARTE.
Tune in streaming LIVE NEW YEAR'S NIGHT on WRESTLECULT.COM.
It's not like you have anything else to do you sad fuck.
All CULT Championships will be defended the we will see the debuts of CASSIDY HOBBS, RONNIE S, MURPHY DOYLE MAHER & MADISON BONAPARTE.
Tune in streaming LIVE NEW YEAR'S NIGHT on WRESTLECULT.COM.
It's not like you have anything else to do you sad fuck.
In the middle of the ring is an octagon made of chain link fencing, it closes competitors in closer to one another and who better to keep within striking distance than Gemini and Holmes.
Anderson: The following contest is under MMA rules, the only way to win is by submission of knockout.
Foote: I am excited for this one. Two of the hottest young stars in CULT getting ready to just fuck each other up.
"Synthetic Sympathy" by Trash Boat immediately explodes from the arena's surrounding systems, sparking a positive reaction from the audience. The bass and repeated opening lyrics synchronize with the lights flashing around the venue's interior, leading to Serenity Holmes sprinting from the backstage area to center stage, where she is greeted by CULT fans.. She stands center stage before taking off her hat and throwing it into the fans for amusement until looking down the entrance path, where she takes off into a run for the mere moment of interactions on her fast-paced run to the ring.
Anderson: "Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 127 pounds. She is "22nd Century Girl" Serenity Holmes!"
Serenity climbs the side of the cage. She sits atop the cage for a moment, flips her hair and throws up a peace sign with her tongue hanging out while winking at the camera. Serenity hops down and lands on her feet before running around the ring to show love to every possible fan in the atmosphere before staying in her designated corner, waiting for her arch rival to arrive.
Anderson: And now coming to the ring she is the FIGHT Champion – ALICE GEMINI!
Red spotlight hits the ramp, Red Smoke comes from the ground, Alice Gemini walks through with her head down, palms lowered, but facing forward – FIGHT Championship around her waist.. She 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 before scaling the cage.. She hops off the cage and then smacks the mat several times while still on her knees, she then presses her face against the mesh screaming at the crowd. Alice then slowly turns her head to glare at Gemini.
Sting: So much history with these two women now spanning multiple companies.
DING! DING! DING!
Gemini opens it up backing Holmes up with leg shot after leg shot backing her up, but Holmes starts to check them using her MMA backing and hits a kick to Alice’s ribs pushing her back. The pair square up again, Alice misses a left jab and Holmes makes her pay for it with a stiff left jab of her own.
Sting: Neither of these women want to give an inch.
Foote: I am not sure JJ Huffman even knows how to referee an MMA style match…
Alice brings Holmes in with the clench and starts throwing knees to the body, but Holmes catches the next one and brings the champion down, sweeping the other leg. Now Holmes is on top doing some ground and pound, but Gemini quickly transitions her into an arm bar from the bottom.
Foote: Slick work there by Gemini and now Huffman is checking for a tap out.
Holmes rolls through and gets side position, she starts driving knees into the ribs of Gemini over and over. Gemini is on her hands and knees now, and Holmes locks in a rear naked choke – but Gemini gets her chin down just in time – breaks the hold and scrambles to her feet.
Sting: It has to be painful wrestling on top of that chain link fencing.
Wrist control now as Gemini gets to her feet, she pulls Holmes in with a ripcord lariat. She holds on to the wrist and knees Holes over and over in the face – letting go after a 4th hard blow. Holmes hits the ground and tries to crawl away from her opponent. Gemini slowly walks after her and kicks her right in the ribs flipping her over.
Foote: Gemini with some ground and pound now, if she keeps on landing shots Huffman is going to have to call an end to this.
It’s as if Serenity hears Foote as she flicks her legs up and locks in a triangle choke. Holmes has been busted wide open with shots now and she's moving her head to stop the blood flowing into her eyes as she tries to force Gemini to quit.
Sting: These two women are going to war here tonight. No wonder these two have faced off so many times in the past.
Just as it looks like Alice may fade she lifts Holmes up and powerbombs her down on the mesh covering the canvas.
Foote: Holmes holds on and the roof just blew off this building.
Holmes keeps on pulling Gemini’s neck down trying to get her to tap, but once again Alice hoists her into the air and this time powerbombs Serenity into the side of the lion’s den.
Sting: Alice finally shaking Holmes loose.
Alice kicks Holmes’ head against the side of the cage, then she pushes with the bottom of her foot trying to force Serenity to quit pushing her bloodied face into the mesh with all her weight. Then Alice literally stands on her opponent’s head – Holmes kicks her legs.
Foote: Squish her fucking brain!
Serenity rolls out and holds her head – Alice comes running with another knee, but Serenity catches it and nails a capture suplex. The crowd pops and she bounces back to her feet and mounts the champion.
Sting: Holmes now landing strike after strike.
Holmes lets Gemini to her feet and unloads a flurry of strikes ending it with an axe kick. Alice crumbles to the ground and Huffman looks to see if she was KOed. Holmes leaps over her opponents' ground guard and tries to stomp on her skull – Alice dodges at the last second.
Foote: These two are going to smear each other's brains on the mat one way or another.
Gemini gets to her feet but Holmes hits a few shots to the ribs and grapples with her against the mesh. Holmes with a head butt stunning Gemini. Holmes starts slamming Gemini’s head against the mesh over and over until she starts bleeding. Holmes lets out a scream and backs up. She runs at Alice and spears her into the side of the cage. Holmes mounts Alice again and starts trying to lay strikes, but Alice is doing a good job of defending.
Sting: Holmes is on a mission to win the FIGHT Championship.
The pair scramble to their feet – Alice with a Judo throw into a cross armbar. Both women just pouring blood as Alice yanks on the arm and Serenity tries to break the hold. Serenity breaks free, but Alice now rolls down her opponent down to her legs and locks in an Indian deathlock.
Foote: Alice is going to rip a limb off this skinny little bitch one way or another.
Sting: Holmes in a bad place here.
Somehow Serenity gets out of the hold and now both women are back on their feet. Holmes now with a roundhouse kick that Alice just barley ducks and she takes Holmes down with a double leg. Alice unleashes a flurry of elbows trying to knock her opponent out cold – she ges some brutal clean shots in. Serenity dodges and grabs one of Alice’s arms and tires for a version of a kimura lock.
Foote: I think she will have to rip that arm off and beat Alice to death before she even considers tapping out.
Alice gets out of the mount position to make sure her arms aren't twisted off and she starts kneeing at the ribs of Serenity. Both women battle for position, slipping in each other’s blood, smearing it across each others’ bodies. Alice hooks the arms of Serenity and rolls her over locking in a cattle mutilation.
Sting; That’s Holmes’ finisher!
Foote: Alice wants to embarrass her in Japan.
Alice is screaming putting as much pressure on the hold as she possibly can pushing Holmes’ blood face down into the mesh covered canvas. Huffman checks to see if Holmes is going to call it quits.
Sting: Both of them are losing so much blood, but Holmes is not going to tap to her own move.
Serenity turns with her arms still hooked and both women bridge to stand up to their feet – only for Holmes to bring Alice back down with an unprettier. Holmes keeps the arms hooked and locks Alice into a cattle mutilation of her own.
Foote: HOME SWEETER HOLMES! Come on Alice break it!
Alice fights and fights – shaking her head everytime Huffman asks if she wants to call it quits. Serenity stomps her foot and rocks her body trying to put as much pressure as possible on Alice.
Sting: Alice refuses to release her death grip on the FIGHT Championship, but now Holmes has her in a death grip of her own.
Holmes won’t let go no matter how much blood gets in her eyes and suddenly Alice goes limp… passes out from pain and blood loss. Huffman pushes Serenity off of the now former champion.
Foote: What… is it a technical knockout?! I can’t believe it. Alice is the most dominant wrestler on this roster.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and NEW FIGHT CHAMPION…
Foote: What is this Karl fucking Childers is ruining this win for Serenity.
Suddenly, Karl Childers appears on stage with a microphone in his hand shouting as Holmes’ music cuts out.
Childers: WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!
Serenity Holmes holds up her newly won FIGHT Championships shouting at Karl as she makes her way up the side of the cage slowly.
Childers: While Serenity Holmes will be recognized as champion… I have just been informed by Casanova English that the FIGHT Championship will now be inactive following this incredible match.
Holmes is at the top of the lion’s den now, blood trickling down her face as she points in the direction of Chidlers. The crowd starts with chants of “This is Bullshit!”.
Childers: However, what I am being told is that at The People V. Casanova English Serenity Holmes AND Alice Gemini will get a shot at the New World Championship. After this amazing contest English has decided you two will face the winner of tonight’s main event in a triple threat match.
Sting: WHAT! That’s a huge main event and a huge chance for both these women.
Alice rips at the leg of Holmes pulling her off the top of the cage all the way down to the canvas. Alice picks up the FIGHT Championship. When Holmes stands up she blasts her with it.
Foote: That’s right, that’s the Gemini Killer I’ve grown to love. End this bitch before she even intrudes on your New World Championship shot.
Holmes somehow makes it to her knees, but is blasted with a shining wizard.
Foote: TWO FACED! Holmes is out cold.
Alice grabs the FIGHT Championship and slams it down on Holmes’ downed body as starts to climb the side of the cage and make her way to the back, her music blaring through the arena.
Anderson: The following contest is under MMA rules, the only way to win is by submission of knockout.
Foote: I am excited for this one. Two of the hottest young stars in CULT getting ready to just fuck each other up.
"Synthetic Sympathy" by Trash Boat immediately explodes from the arena's surrounding systems, sparking a positive reaction from the audience. The bass and repeated opening lyrics synchronize with the lights flashing around the venue's interior, leading to Serenity Holmes sprinting from the backstage area to center stage, where she is greeted by CULT fans.. She stands center stage before taking off her hat and throwing it into the fans for amusement until looking down the entrance path, where she takes off into a run for the mere moment of interactions on her fast-paced run to the ring.
Anderson: "Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 127 pounds. She is "22nd Century Girl" Serenity Holmes!"
Serenity climbs the side of the cage. She sits atop the cage for a moment, flips her hair and throws up a peace sign with her tongue hanging out while winking at the camera. Serenity hops down and lands on her feet before running around the ring to show love to every possible fan in the atmosphere before staying in her designated corner, waiting for her arch rival to arrive.
Anderson: And now coming to the ring she is the FIGHT Champion – ALICE GEMINI!
Red spotlight hits the ramp, Red Smoke comes from the ground, Alice Gemini walks through with her head down, palms lowered, but facing forward – FIGHT Championship around her waist.. She 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 before scaling the cage.. She hops off the cage and then smacks the mat several times while still on her knees, she then presses her face against the mesh screaming at the crowd. Alice then slowly turns her head to glare at Gemini.
Sting: So much history with these two women now spanning multiple companies.
DING! DING! DING!
Gemini opens it up backing Holmes up with leg shot after leg shot backing her up, but Holmes starts to check them using her MMA backing and hits a kick to Alice’s ribs pushing her back. The pair square up again, Alice misses a left jab and Holmes makes her pay for it with a stiff left jab of her own.
Sting: Neither of these women want to give an inch.
Foote: I am not sure JJ Huffman even knows how to referee an MMA style match…
Alice brings Holmes in with the clench and starts throwing knees to the body, but Holmes catches the next one and brings the champion down, sweeping the other leg. Now Holmes is on top doing some ground and pound, but Gemini quickly transitions her into an arm bar from the bottom.
Foote: Slick work there by Gemini and now Huffman is checking for a tap out.
Holmes rolls through and gets side position, she starts driving knees into the ribs of Gemini over and over. Gemini is on her hands and knees now, and Holmes locks in a rear naked choke – but Gemini gets her chin down just in time – breaks the hold and scrambles to her feet.
Sting: It has to be painful wrestling on top of that chain link fencing.
Wrist control now as Gemini gets to her feet, she pulls Holmes in with a ripcord lariat. She holds on to the wrist and knees Holes over and over in the face – letting go after a 4th hard blow. Holmes hits the ground and tries to crawl away from her opponent. Gemini slowly walks after her and kicks her right in the ribs flipping her over.
Foote: Gemini with some ground and pound now, if she keeps on landing shots Huffman is going to have to call an end to this.
It’s as if Serenity hears Foote as she flicks her legs up and locks in a triangle choke. Holmes has been busted wide open with shots now and she's moving her head to stop the blood flowing into her eyes as she tries to force Gemini to quit.
Sting: These two women are going to war here tonight. No wonder these two have faced off so many times in the past.
Just as it looks like Alice may fade she lifts Holmes up and powerbombs her down on the mesh covering the canvas.
Foote: Holmes holds on and the roof just blew off this building.
Holmes keeps on pulling Gemini’s neck down trying to get her to tap, but once again Alice hoists her into the air and this time powerbombs Serenity into the side of the lion’s den.
Sting: Alice finally shaking Holmes loose.
Alice kicks Holmes’ head against the side of the cage, then she pushes with the bottom of her foot trying to force Serenity to quit pushing her bloodied face into the mesh with all her weight. Then Alice literally stands on her opponent’s head – Holmes kicks her legs.
Foote: Squish her fucking brain!
Serenity rolls out and holds her head – Alice comes running with another knee, but Serenity catches it and nails a capture suplex. The crowd pops and she bounces back to her feet and mounts the champion.
Sting: Holmes now landing strike after strike.
Holmes lets Gemini to her feet and unloads a flurry of strikes ending it with an axe kick. Alice crumbles to the ground and Huffman looks to see if she was KOed. Holmes leaps over her opponents' ground guard and tries to stomp on her skull – Alice dodges at the last second.
Foote: These two are going to smear each other's brains on the mat one way or another.
Gemini gets to her feet but Holmes hits a few shots to the ribs and grapples with her against the mesh. Holmes with a head butt stunning Gemini. Holmes starts slamming Gemini’s head against the mesh over and over until she starts bleeding. Holmes lets out a scream and backs up. She runs at Alice and spears her into the side of the cage. Holmes mounts Alice again and starts trying to lay strikes, but Alice is doing a good job of defending.
Sting: Holmes is on a mission to win the FIGHT Championship.
The pair scramble to their feet – Alice with a Judo throw into a cross armbar. Both women just pouring blood as Alice yanks on the arm and Serenity tries to break the hold. Serenity breaks free, but Alice now rolls down her opponent down to her legs and locks in an Indian deathlock.
Foote: Alice is going to rip a limb off this skinny little bitch one way or another.
Sting: Holmes in a bad place here.
Somehow Serenity gets out of the hold and now both women are back on their feet. Holmes now with a roundhouse kick that Alice just barley ducks and she takes Holmes down with a double leg. Alice unleashes a flurry of elbows trying to knock her opponent out cold – she ges some brutal clean shots in. Serenity dodges and grabs one of Alice’s arms and tires for a version of a kimura lock.
Foote: I think she will have to rip that arm off and beat Alice to death before she even considers tapping out.
Alice gets out of the mount position to make sure her arms aren't twisted off and she starts kneeing at the ribs of Serenity. Both women battle for position, slipping in each other’s blood, smearing it across each others’ bodies. Alice hooks the arms of Serenity and rolls her over locking in a cattle mutilation.
Sting; That’s Holmes’ finisher!
Foote: Alice wants to embarrass her in Japan.
Alice is screaming putting as much pressure on the hold as she possibly can pushing Holmes’ blood face down into the mesh covered canvas. Huffman checks to see if Holmes is going to call it quits.
Sting: Both of them are losing so much blood, but Holmes is not going to tap to her own move.
Serenity turns with her arms still hooked and both women bridge to stand up to their feet – only for Holmes to bring Alice back down with an unprettier. Holmes keeps the arms hooked and locks Alice into a cattle mutilation of her own.
Foote: HOME SWEETER HOLMES! Come on Alice break it!
Alice fights and fights – shaking her head everytime Huffman asks if she wants to call it quits. Serenity stomps her foot and rocks her body trying to put as much pressure as possible on Alice.
Sting: Alice refuses to release her death grip on the FIGHT Championship, but now Holmes has her in a death grip of her own.
Holmes won’t let go no matter how much blood gets in her eyes and suddenly Alice goes limp… passes out from pain and blood loss. Huffman pushes Serenity off of the now former champion.
Foote: What… is it a technical knockout?! I can’t believe it. Alice is the most dominant wrestler on this roster.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and NEW FIGHT CHAMPION…
Foote: What is this Karl fucking Childers is ruining this win for Serenity.
Suddenly, Karl Childers appears on stage with a microphone in his hand shouting as Holmes’ music cuts out.
Childers: WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!
Serenity Holmes holds up her newly won FIGHT Championships shouting at Karl as she makes her way up the side of the cage slowly.
Childers: While Serenity Holmes will be recognized as champion… I have just been informed by Casanova English that the FIGHT Championship will now be inactive following this incredible match.
Holmes is at the top of the lion’s den now, blood trickling down her face as she points in the direction of Chidlers. The crowd starts with chants of “This is Bullshit!”.
Childers: However, what I am being told is that at The People V. Casanova English Serenity Holmes AND Alice Gemini will get a shot at the New World Championship. After this amazing contest English has decided you two will face the winner of tonight’s main event in a triple threat match.
Sting: WHAT! That’s a huge main event and a huge chance for both these women.
Alice rips at the leg of Holmes pulling her off the top of the cage all the way down to the canvas. Alice picks up the FIGHT Championship. When Holmes stands up she blasts her with it.
Foote: That’s right, that’s the Gemini Killer I’ve grown to love. End this bitch before she even intrudes on your New World Championship shot.
Holmes somehow makes it to her knees, but is blasted with a shining wizard.
Foote: TWO FACED! Holmes is out cold.
Alice grabs the FIGHT Championship and slams it down on Holmes’ downed body as starts to climb the side of the cage and make her way to the back, her music blaring through the arena.
The intro to "Unleashed" by Epica hits the speakers and the lights dim before Adrienne steps out.
Anderson: Introducing, from Paris. France and being accompanied by Katie Storms, "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort!
Beaufort makes her way down the ramp, occasionally slapping hands with fans before Adrienne rolls into the ring and poses for the fans.
Sting: Beaufort has been looking for this match since she started here. She knows Ace is a world traveled veteran and a won over him would do a lot for the rookies career.
A rocket drops from the bottom of the titantron to the stage and there is a countdown voice over from 5 which fans count down to the pod door opens Ace Sky walks out in an aviator jacket and his usual in ring attire.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring ACE SKY!
Ace salutes a peace sign and jogs down the aisle way high-fiving as many fans as possible on both sides then he dashes forward leaps upon the apron and flings himself in with a front flip followed by a series of three front handsprings and a rolling savate kick.
DING! DING! DING!
The two lock up in the middle of the ring and Ace slips in, begins his opponent and hits a German suplex right away bridging into a pin.
1
2
KICKOUT!
Foote: Ace trying to prove a point with that one.
Ace tosses Beaufort to the ropes – and she comes back her rolls through between her legs hooking one of them for a single leg Boston crab.
Sting: Ace trying to teach Beaufort a few holds here tonight.
Beaufort rolls out from the single leg. She gets up face to face to with Ace who hit s snapmare and a standing shooting star before Beaufort knows that has happened.
Foote: Ace on fire!
Ace has Beaufort up and hits her with a Northern Lights driver. He isn’t done, he pulls her back up and hits a brainbuster. Ace makes the cover.
1
2
3
KICKOUT!
Foote: I didn’t think she had it in her to keep fighting after those hard hitting moves.
Ace is making his way to to the top rope, but Beaufort meets him up on the top and starts delivering forearms – but it’s all no use as Sky flips over her and drags her off the top rope with a sunset flip powerbomb.
Sting: Ace came to kill Beaufort tonight. He wants to be a title discussion after all the work he has been putting in for CULT.
Ace goes to the outside apron and comes back in the ring springing off the ropes with a 450 splash into a pin.
1
2
3!
KICKOUT!
Foote: Beaufort showing a resilient she really can be.
Ace pulls Beaufort up and tosses her to the ropes – she comes back to tear his head off with a flying lariat. Ace springs to his feet and Beaufort sends him to the corner following him there with a cartwheel into a closeline. Ace staggers out of the corner into a super kick by Beaufort. This time Beaufort goes to the top rope looking to use some high risk against one of the greatest flyers in the business. Beaufort comes off the top with a moonsault.
Sting: Beaufort going all in with this small opening.
1
2
3!
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: So close there for Beaufort.
Ace is up again and they grapple. Ace with a gut wrench suplex. Beaufort is quick to get up but Ace hits her with a suplex, he flicks his legs keeping Beaufort hooked and hits another Suplex. He drags her up and suplexes her to the mat with a third not breaking the hold. Ace goes for it one more time, but Beaufort changes momentum and pulls him overhead with a cradle.
1
2
3
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: TOO LATE! FLASH PIN B BEAUFORT!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: and the WINNER of this match ADRIENNE BEAUFORT!
Sting: What a huge win for Beaufort!
Ace is up now and he comes face of face with Beaufort who backs up a little. Then he sticks out his hand and the pair share a handshake before Ace raises Beaufort’s hand.
Anderson: Introducing, from Paris. France and being accompanied by Katie Storms, "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort!
Beaufort makes her way down the ramp, occasionally slapping hands with fans before Adrienne rolls into the ring and poses for the fans.
Sting: Beaufort has been looking for this match since she started here. She knows Ace is a world traveled veteran and a won over him would do a lot for the rookies career.
A rocket drops from the bottom of the titantron to the stage and there is a countdown voice over from 5 which fans count down to the pod door opens Ace Sky walks out in an aviator jacket and his usual in ring attire.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring ACE SKY!
Ace salutes a peace sign and jogs down the aisle way high-fiving as many fans as possible on both sides then he dashes forward leaps upon the apron and flings himself in with a front flip followed by a series of three front handsprings and a rolling savate kick.
DING! DING! DING!
The two lock up in the middle of the ring and Ace slips in, begins his opponent and hits a German suplex right away bridging into a pin.
1
2
KICKOUT!
Foote: Ace trying to prove a point with that one.
Ace tosses Beaufort to the ropes – and she comes back her rolls through between her legs hooking one of them for a single leg Boston crab.
Sting: Ace trying to teach Beaufort a few holds here tonight.
Beaufort rolls out from the single leg. She gets up face to face to with Ace who hit s snapmare and a standing shooting star before Beaufort knows that has happened.
Foote: Ace on fire!
Ace has Beaufort up and hits her with a Northern Lights driver. He isn’t done, he pulls her back up and hits a brainbuster. Ace makes the cover.
1
2
3
KICKOUT!
Foote: I didn’t think she had it in her to keep fighting after those hard hitting moves.
Ace is making his way to to the top rope, but Beaufort meets him up on the top and starts delivering forearms – but it’s all no use as Sky flips over her and drags her off the top rope with a sunset flip powerbomb.
Sting: Ace came to kill Beaufort tonight. He wants to be a title discussion after all the work he has been putting in for CULT.
Ace goes to the outside apron and comes back in the ring springing off the ropes with a 450 splash into a pin.
1
2
3!
KICKOUT!
Foote: Beaufort showing a resilient she really can be.
Ace pulls Beaufort up and tosses her to the ropes – she comes back to tear his head off with a flying lariat. Ace springs to his feet and Beaufort sends him to the corner following him there with a cartwheel into a closeline. Ace staggers out of the corner into a super kick by Beaufort. This time Beaufort goes to the top rope looking to use some high risk against one of the greatest flyers in the business. Beaufort comes off the top with a moonsault.
Sting: Beaufort going all in with this small opening.
1
2
3!
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: So close there for Beaufort.
Ace is up again and they grapple. Ace with a gut wrench suplex. Beaufort is quick to get up but Ace hits her with a suplex, he flicks his legs keeping Beaufort hooked and hits another Suplex. He drags her up and suplexes her to the mat with a third not breaking the hold. Ace goes for it one more time, but Beaufort changes momentum and pulls him overhead with a cradle.
1
2
3
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: TOO LATE! FLASH PIN B BEAUFORT!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: and the WINNER of this match ADRIENNE BEAUFORT!
Sting: What a huge win for Beaufort!
Ace is up now and he comes face of face with Beaufort who backs up a little. Then he sticks out his hand and the pair share a handshake before Ace raises Beaufort’s hand.
DING! DING! DING!
Addy A runs at Iggy and takes her out with a diving crossbody and just starts laying shots to the skull of the challenger. Suddenly Addy pulls a pair of furry handcuffs from her pocket. She puts a cuff on the wrist of Iggy.
Foote: Addy making quick work here.
Iggy is battling back now using the cuffs on one of her wrists as a weapon. She’s trying to crack open the SNUFF Champion – but Addy battles back with strikes of her own. She hits Iggy with a body slam and pulls another pair of pink fuzzy cuffs from somewhere on her person.
Sting: I feel like Addy has done this as foreplay.
Addy put another set of cuffs on the other wrist of Iggy and drags her to the corner locking, sitting her in the corner and cuffing each hand to the bottom rope. Addy runs and hits a brutal bronco buster just riding the face of Iggy.
Foote: I love an Addy A match. I'll tell you that right now.
Addy smirks after riding the face of her opponent. She slides out of the ring and grabs a garbage can of pink fluorescent light tubes. Addy starts cracking them over the skull of Iggy, busting her wide open.
Sting: Addy A may be the most domante SNUFF Champion since JD Driftwood held the strap.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Foote: Lightube after lightube over the skull of Iggy Deluna.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Iggy is a bloody mess and Addy is taking her time skipping and dancing like she is the dude that cuts off that other guy's ear in Reservoir Dogs. Anyway she’s enjoying her fucking work.
Sting: One more and that’s a title defense.
CRACK!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL SNUFF CHAMPION… ADDY A!!!!!!
Addy grabs her championship and is holding it up to the crowd. She doesn’t see the trio step into the ring – Three Ring Barney entering through the crowd.
Sting: What are they doing here!?
When Luna goes low with a leg sweep – Popplewell goes high with a massive closeline turning the SNUFF Champion inside out.
Foote: What a statement.
Chester Roosevelt slowly walks over and picks Addy up by her hair – he grabs her wrist and unloads a ripcord lariat, flipping her over completely with the impact. Roosevelt walks over and grabs the SNUFF Championship. He holds it up and Luna and Popplewell hoist up their Double Homicide Championships.
Sting: It looks like Three Ring Barney wants to add more gold to the family.
Addy A runs at Iggy and takes her out with a diving crossbody and just starts laying shots to the skull of the challenger. Suddenly Addy pulls a pair of furry handcuffs from her pocket. She puts a cuff on the wrist of Iggy.
Foote: Addy making quick work here.
Iggy is battling back now using the cuffs on one of her wrists as a weapon. She’s trying to crack open the SNUFF Champion – but Addy battles back with strikes of her own. She hits Iggy with a body slam and pulls another pair of pink fuzzy cuffs from somewhere on her person.
Sting: I feel like Addy has done this as foreplay.
Addy put another set of cuffs on the other wrist of Iggy and drags her to the corner locking, sitting her in the corner and cuffing each hand to the bottom rope. Addy runs and hits a brutal bronco buster just riding the face of Iggy.
Foote: I love an Addy A match. I'll tell you that right now.
Addy smirks after riding the face of her opponent. She slides out of the ring and grabs a garbage can of pink fluorescent light tubes. Addy starts cracking them over the skull of Iggy, busting her wide open.
Sting: Addy A may be the most domante SNUFF Champion since JD Driftwood held the strap.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Foote: Lightube after lightube over the skull of Iggy Deluna.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Iggy is a bloody mess and Addy is taking her time skipping and dancing like she is the dude that cuts off that other guy's ear in Reservoir Dogs. Anyway she’s enjoying her fucking work.
Sting: One more and that’s a title defense.
CRACK!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and STILL SNUFF CHAMPION… ADDY A!!!!!!
Addy grabs her championship and is holding it up to the crowd. She doesn’t see the trio step into the ring – Three Ring Barney entering through the crowd.
Sting: What are they doing here!?
When Luna goes low with a leg sweep – Popplewell goes high with a massive closeline turning the SNUFF Champion inside out.
Foote: What a statement.
Chester Roosevelt slowly walks over and picks Addy up by her hair – he grabs her wrist and unloads a ripcord lariat, flipping her over completely with the impact. Roosevelt walks over and grabs the SNUFF Championship. He holds it up and Luna and Popplewell hoist up their Double Homicide Championships.
Sting: It looks like Three Ring Barney wants to add more gold to the family.
The lights go dim as the eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the arena.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Foote: This has to be hard for English, he is about to sign a contact in a match against a ghost from his past and if he loses, well… he will never wrestle again for the company he built.
The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage as the voice continues. This time he is along no Bash Daddy to watch his back.
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
The lights turn back on as Casanova English takes a long drag off his already lit cigarette, his leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders.
Sting: English has never planned to step in a CULT ring anyway. He’s being forced into this by the board to up viewership – and let's be honest he wasn’t ever going to say no to one more match with Datura.
English walks down the ramp slowly. English stops to blow smoke in the general direction of some fans. He slowly struts up the steps onto the ring apron. He hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle before stepping through the second rope. English smirks pulling the cigarette from his lips, he blows a cloud of smoke in the direction of Karl Childers. He waves the smoke away shaking his head at his boss. Childers stands by a wooden table with a black cloth over it. A contract sits in the middle of the table. English tosses his coffin nail into the crowd. English laughs as people move trying to avoid the ember.
Sting: When he burns a child doing that we will all be out a job.
English pulls the chair out and takes a seat glaring at the entrance waiting for Datura.
The muffled opening notes of Alpha Wolf’s “A Quiet Place to Die” reverberate through the speakers. As the drums kick in and the composition becomes more haunting, Elizabeth Mauduit steps onto the stage, a indifferent etched across her face. She kneels down, lowers her gaze to the stage, and uses her finger to trace the shape of a pentagram. A sludgy riff starts to play quietly. against the single drum beat—then everything drops off except that guitar. The lights completely black out.
The music becomes much more intense, and as it does, the lights strobe a somber shade of blue. Datura stands and begins to stalk down the ramp, her eyes glued to Casanova English. She moves slowly in an almost trance-like state.
“I'm so cold, lost my soul to the sky
Lifeless corpus, Corvus carry me home
Questioning myself why?
I've lost hope I'll ever find a quiet place to die”
As Datura reaches the ring, she climbs onto the apron and stands, tilting her head. She stares without blinking, her blank expression replaced with a coy smile.
“Still with death by my side living half a life
I will pry my dull eyes to feel alive”
With great care, Datura wipes her boots on the apron and steps through the ropes. Whereas she usually attends to theatrics in the corner, this time, she walks directly to where English is seated. She stops about two feet away before bending forward so that her and English’s nose almost touch.
“I can't hide from the burden disease of mind
I can't find a quiet place to die”
Childers: We are here for one thing only. For a contract signing between Datura and Casanova English for an Unsaction Lights Out Match at The People V. Casanova English next month. If English loses he will never wrestle another match in CULT.
English grabs the microphone from Karl as he looks over the contract. He sets it down looking dead into Datura’s eyes.
English: Welcome to my house. See just like the place you and I used to call home I built this up brick by brick until it was interesting enough for people like you to show their face. I’m getting tired of all these fucking mind games. It’s different being on the other side of it all. But understand this… these is no way in hell I am letting you kick in my door and leave me for fucking dead. See you’ve got me backed into a corner here – and I don’t think you comprehend just how fucking good I am with my back against the wall.
Datura reaches out and pulls the microphone gently from Casanova’s hand, making sure her fingers brush against his skin.
Datura: Oh, Cass. You have built such a lovely place here. I am so happy for you. You deserve this. However… you’re mistaken on two accounts.
English: Oh?
Datura: I did not come to CULT because I find it interesting. Do not get me wrong. It is a special place, but the only reason I am here, well… I only came to see you.
English: And the second?
Datura: I do not plan on leaving you for dead. On the contrary, I plan on leaving you very much alive. I want you to remember me, Cas. While you lie in bed, unable to sleep, I want you to think of me. I want my face to be the last thing you see before you drift off to slumber.
English: You know the memory of you nearly faded from my existence already. What exactly have you done of note in the years I was absent from this business? See people like you thought when I walked away it would be open season on World Championships… but when I took my leave this while the industry shuttered and gasped for air. Hell, you should be happy I’m even giving these fans a chance to know your name. Mine… it holds weight.
English slams the notepad down hard on the table after signing. Then he stands up and walks to the side of the table, Datura gets up from her chair and stands just a foot away from the CULT Leader.
English: See win, lose or draw I find a way to transition that into success. I get people to keep talking about me, because the little effort I put in on my worst days makes what you have been doing the past few years look like trash. See if your pretty little face is the last thing I see… I’ll be the moment I close your fucking casket.
English smirks – then Datura wipes it clean from her face leaping up to deliver a headbutt just under Casanova’s jaw clapping his teeth together – digging deep into his tongue. Blood pools from the corners of his mouth. Before English can muster a response, Datura ducks behind English and hooks both of his arms. Quickly, she turns him around, arms still hooked behind his back, and hooks his leg, lifting him in a fisherman variation. Datura holds him vertically for a moment before turning English and sitting out, driving him directly on the top of his neck. She does not immediately get up. Instead, Datura cradles his head in her lap.
Foote: What the fuck she just blasted the owner of CULT with her finisher.
Sting: English is going all in. If Datura wins this match he has vowed to never wrestle another match in CULT.
Datura repositions, straddles the downed English, and leans down, whispering something no one can hear. She dips a long fingernail in the blood at the corner of Casanova’s mouth and reaches up, grabbing the contract off the table where English had left it. She uses the bloody nail to write her signature on the dotted line. She puts the contract on Casanova’s chest just as he starts to come to.
Foote: She just signed the contract in Casanova’s blood!
The lights snap off – when they come back English is standing in the middle of the ring wiping blood from his mouth. Datura is nowhere to be found
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Foote: This has to be hard for English, he is about to sign a contact in a match against a ghost from his past and if he loses, well… he will never wrestle again for the company he built.
The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage as the voice continues. This time he is along no Bash Daddy to watch his back.
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
The lights turn back on as Casanova English takes a long drag off his already lit cigarette, his leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders.
Sting: English has never planned to step in a CULT ring anyway. He’s being forced into this by the board to up viewership – and let's be honest he wasn’t ever going to say no to one more match with Datura.
English walks down the ramp slowly. English stops to blow smoke in the general direction of some fans. He slowly struts up the steps onto the ring apron. He hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle before stepping through the second rope. English smirks pulling the cigarette from his lips, he blows a cloud of smoke in the direction of Karl Childers. He waves the smoke away shaking his head at his boss. Childers stands by a wooden table with a black cloth over it. A contract sits in the middle of the table. English tosses his coffin nail into the crowd. English laughs as people move trying to avoid the ember.
Sting: When he burns a child doing that we will all be out a job.
English pulls the chair out and takes a seat glaring at the entrance waiting for Datura.
The muffled opening notes of Alpha Wolf’s “A Quiet Place to Die” reverberate through the speakers. As the drums kick in and the composition becomes more haunting, Elizabeth Mauduit steps onto the stage, a indifferent etched across her face. She kneels down, lowers her gaze to the stage, and uses her finger to trace the shape of a pentagram. A sludgy riff starts to play quietly. against the single drum beat—then everything drops off except that guitar. The lights completely black out.
The music becomes much more intense, and as it does, the lights strobe a somber shade of blue. Datura stands and begins to stalk down the ramp, her eyes glued to Casanova English. She moves slowly in an almost trance-like state.
“I'm so cold, lost my soul to the sky
Lifeless corpus, Corvus carry me home
Questioning myself why?
I've lost hope I'll ever find a quiet place to die”
As Datura reaches the ring, she climbs onto the apron and stands, tilting her head. She stares without blinking, her blank expression replaced with a coy smile.
“Still with death by my side living half a life
I will pry my dull eyes to feel alive”
With great care, Datura wipes her boots on the apron and steps through the ropes. Whereas she usually attends to theatrics in the corner, this time, she walks directly to where English is seated. She stops about two feet away before bending forward so that her and English’s nose almost touch.
“I can't hide from the burden disease of mind
I can't find a quiet place to die”
Childers: We are here for one thing only. For a contract signing between Datura and Casanova English for an Unsaction Lights Out Match at The People V. Casanova English next month. If English loses he will never wrestle another match in CULT.
English grabs the microphone from Karl as he looks over the contract. He sets it down looking dead into Datura’s eyes.
English: Welcome to my house. See just like the place you and I used to call home I built this up brick by brick until it was interesting enough for people like you to show their face. I’m getting tired of all these fucking mind games. It’s different being on the other side of it all. But understand this… these is no way in hell I am letting you kick in my door and leave me for fucking dead. See you’ve got me backed into a corner here – and I don’t think you comprehend just how fucking good I am with my back against the wall.
Datura reaches out and pulls the microphone gently from Casanova’s hand, making sure her fingers brush against his skin.
Datura: Oh, Cass. You have built such a lovely place here. I am so happy for you. You deserve this. However… you’re mistaken on two accounts.
English: Oh?
Datura: I did not come to CULT because I find it interesting. Do not get me wrong. It is a special place, but the only reason I am here, well… I only came to see you.
English: And the second?
Datura: I do not plan on leaving you for dead. On the contrary, I plan on leaving you very much alive. I want you to remember me, Cas. While you lie in bed, unable to sleep, I want you to think of me. I want my face to be the last thing you see before you drift off to slumber.
English: You know the memory of you nearly faded from my existence already. What exactly have you done of note in the years I was absent from this business? See people like you thought when I walked away it would be open season on World Championships… but when I took my leave this while the industry shuttered and gasped for air. Hell, you should be happy I’m even giving these fans a chance to know your name. Mine… it holds weight.
English slams the notepad down hard on the table after signing. Then he stands up and walks to the side of the table, Datura gets up from her chair and stands just a foot away from the CULT Leader.
English: See win, lose or draw I find a way to transition that into success. I get people to keep talking about me, because the little effort I put in on my worst days makes what you have been doing the past few years look like trash. See if your pretty little face is the last thing I see… I’ll be the moment I close your fucking casket.
English smirks – then Datura wipes it clean from her face leaping up to deliver a headbutt just under Casanova’s jaw clapping his teeth together – digging deep into his tongue. Blood pools from the corners of his mouth. Before English can muster a response, Datura ducks behind English and hooks both of his arms. Quickly, she turns him around, arms still hooked behind his back, and hooks his leg, lifting him in a fisherman variation. Datura holds him vertically for a moment before turning English and sitting out, driving him directly on the top of his neck. She does not immediately get up. Instead, Datura cradles his head in her lap.
Foote: What the fuck she just blasted the owner of CULT with her finisher.
Sting: English is going all in. If Datura wins this match he has vowed to never wrestle another match in CULT.
Datura repositions, straddles the downed English, and leans down, whispering something no one can hear. She dips a long fingernail in the blood at the corner of Casanova’s mouth and reaches up, grabbing the contract off the table where English had left it. She uses the bloody nail to write her signature on the dotted line. She puts the contract on Casanova’s chest just as he starts to come to.
Foote: She just signed the contract in Casanova’s blood!
The lights snap off – when they come back English is standing in the middle of the ring wiping blood from his mouth. Datura is nowhere to be found
Anderson: Now coming to the ring making his debut in CULT… JJ Slayer.
“All Eyes On You” by Smash Into Pieces begins to play as JJ Slayer makes his way onto the entrance ramp. After a brief pause to yell towards the cheering crowd Slayer rushes down the ramp, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, Slayer moves to his corner to await the start of the bout.
DING! DING! DING!
Black runs across the ring and punches Slayer in the mouth – the fucker doesn’rt move at all – head doesn’t snap back – he just looks at Black like he ain’t shit.
Foote: He no sold the fuck out of the that.
JJ Slayer unloads a nasty forearm spinning Black around 180 – JJ scoops him up and slams him face first onto the canvas with a reverse scoop slam.
Sting: It’s not a man, it’s a machine.
JJ hits a one armed powerbomb on Black. Vinny’s head bounces off the canvas.
Foote: The VIOLENT END!
But it isn’t JJ makes his way to the top rope and comes off with a frog splash.
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2
3!!!
Foote: THUNDERSTRUCK!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND NEW CULT CLASSIC CHAMPION JJ SLAYER!!!!!!
Foote: What a debut. He just made quick work of an industry legend.
Slayer holds up the Classic Championship – then puts it over his shoulder before calmly strutting to the back
“All Eyes On You” by Smash Into Pieces begins to play as JJ Slayer makes his way onto the entrance ramp. After a brief pause to yell towards the cheering crowd Slayer rushes down the ramp, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, Slayer moves to his corner to await the start of the bout.
DING! DING! DING!
Black runs across the ring and punches Slayer in the mouth – the fucker doesn’rt move at all – head doesn’t snap back – he just looks at Black like he ain’t shit.
Foote: He no sold the fuck out of the that.
JJ Slayer unloads a nasty forearm spinning Black around 180 – JJ scoops him up and slams him face first onto the canvas with a reverse scoop slam.
Sting: It’s not a man, it’s a machine.
JJ hits a one armed powerbomb on Black. Vinny’s head bounces off the canvas.
Foote: The VIOLENT END!
But it isn’t JJ makes his way to the top rope and comes off with a frog splash.
1
2
3!!!
Foote: THUNDERSTRUCK!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND NEW CULT CLASSIC CHAMPION JJ SLAYER!!!!!!
Foote: What a debut. He just made quick work of an industry legend.
Slayer holds up the Classic Championship – then puts it over his shoulder before calmly strutting to the back
JD Driftwood is already in the center of the ring. He’s looking up the rampway waiting for his opponent.. But then the lights go out.
Sting: That could only mean the arrival of one person.
Suddenly the flames surround the ring shooting about seven feet high as a red hue falls over the venue. Then, through the speakers everyone can hear a heartbeat.
Foote: Jane Doe is here somewhere.
JD is looking all around, but the camera zooms in on a portion of the ring where a bit of pulsating is matching the beat of the heart being heard throughout the arena.
Sting: What the hell is going on here.
Suddenly a hand tears a hole in the canvas and slowly Jane Doe pops out through the ring. The crowd is popping huge and the New World Champion has no idea where Jane Doe is – until she grabs his ankles and pulls him into the hole. JD is screaming as he is sucked under the ring and the pair battle striking and then they go completely under the ring where no one can see.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: This is the weirdest start to a match I have ever seen.
Jane is the first to make it out of the hole and into the ring – JD crawls out of the hole covered in scratches – his face bloody. The pair start hitting one another with forearms – Jane is more aggressive as usual – which is saying something.
Foote: No strategy at all here in this Inferno match by Jane. Driftwood probably burned down a few old churches in his day – he’s used to this shit.
Sting: I don’t know… for all we know Jane is a witch.
Jane charges JD and he tosses her with a belly to belly getting her really close to the flames. Jane scrambles to her feet once again and charges Driftwood. JD hits her with as popup powerbomb directing her toward the flames.
Foote: Jane’s hair almost caught there. Her sneak attack isn’t paying off.
Jane now with some gut shots on JD pushing him back toward the flames – but he reaches out and grabs a handful of hair pulling Jane into a closeline. JD pulls Jane up once more but she breaks the hold with some kicks to the stomach. Jane somehow hits a powerbomb on JD – the crowd cheers hoping she can turn this one around.
Sting: Jane was the most dominant champion we have had, but Driftwood has a chance to change the whole discussion here tonight. If he can win this match he will go down in history as the most dominant wrestler in this company… he lost his first match and he has never looked back.
Jane with a spear and she mounts the champion delivering shot after shot. JD back up to his feet, but Jane pushes him to the corner – she grabs an arm trying to push it into the flames – but JD rakes the eyes.
Foote: Jane and JD fighting now on the top rope over these flames. Someone is going to fucking die.
Jane looks like she may get the best of the champion as she hooks him up for a superplex, but JD breaks the hole and hits an elbow into the top of Jane’s skull. JD somehow hooks her up for a Vertebreaker. He looks on the outside and the crowd can’t believe he’s thinking about it – but JD leaps driving Jane down into the flames and the apron hanging her up and falling himself to the outside.
Sting: FULL ON HEADER INTO THE FLAMES!!!!
Jane is a ball of fire as JD looks on – security and firefighting running past him.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER and STILL NEW WORLD CHAMPION JD DRIFTWOOD!
Fire extinguishers are being blasted at Jane Doe's body as it burns to a crisp in front of all the fans in the area.. They fall silent as the chemicals start to clear – but the lights go off – when they come back on Jane is gone… the fire taken with her.
Driftwood is just outside the ring looking around for Jane. He shrugs and puts the New World Championship up in the air. He’s screaming profanity at the crowd as the stream fades to the CULT logo.
Sting: Come back next month when we make our debut in Canada and JD Driftwood puts his NEW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP on the line against bitter rivals Serenity Holmes and Alice Gemini.
Foote: We will never forget what we saw here tonight
