CULT S01E10
The crowd is screaming over the theme as CULT makes its debut in Canada. Pyro goes off in the Coca Cola Arena as a video package plays on screen highlighting moments throughout CULT’s year.
Foote: Welcome to Canada Eh! Get your maple syrup and moose knuckles ready…
Sting: Holy fuck… we’re the announce team for CULT, Stacy Sting here, regrettably, ‘Boot Fuckin’ Bill Foote and we are excited for a huge night of action in CULT. Chester Roosevelt gets a shot at the SNUFF Championship. We have a banger for the Classic Championship with Jenni Fenix challenging JJ Slayer.
Foote: We can’t forget the big headline matches tonight. We have JD Driftwood defending the New World Championship against Serenity Holmes and Alice Gemini. With how much those two hate each other – I wouldn’t want to get stuck between them. Then we have the first and likely the only match in CULT history for Casanova English when he takes on Datura in our main event of the evening.
The big screen buzzes, cutting the music and grabbing the attention of everyone in the arena. There he is, The Unprofessional, Casanova English, cigarette hanging from his lips. He pulls it out and blows smoke out toward the camera.
Sting; Speak of the devil.
English: Hey yo…
For one of the rare times in his career the crowd pops huge – in a positive way. Hometowns are weird like that, especially in Canada. Pretty much all you have to be is from the country to be a hometown kid in each province you visit.
English: I’m the bad guy right. I’m not supposed to win tonight. It;s my birthday, in my country, in my fucking company in the middle of my ring – but that doesn’t matter to anyone does it. See I don’t get a sob story. I don’t get the opportunity to plead my case on judgment day. The sentence has already passed. I am not allowed to have a happy ending. I just don’t fit what a hero looks or acts like. My cape extends from my feet and that crimson colour isn’t fabric, it’s all fucking blood baby.
English sucks on his cigarette for a few moments before continuing.
English: I’m going to die here. That’s my destiny. I’ve come to terms with that, no matter how big I get. No matter how many times they put my name in brought lights to export my body and soul for the almighty dollar… no matter what I will end up somewhere in a cold Canadian snowbank – on a walk to get a six pack and some cigarettes – frozen and preserved like the rest of you losers will end up.
The crowd turns quick, splitting in half – boos and cheers ring out and English smirks taking a few more puffs.
English: You love people like Datura. The beautiful killer, the deadly little femme fatal type. And mind you, she has got my attention too. She’s world traveled, a legend in several circles, highly regarded as one of the most constant professionals to step into this ring. I’ll admit that. She didn’t need to come to every show, stalk me, break my fucking nose for me to take notice. She knew that… she wanted to live here…
English points to the center of his forehead, still holding the cigarette.
English: If you want it so bad, then sign the lease, take up residence, but know… the roommates are going to be hell. The things I live with each and every day, the horrors I have experienced outside the sheltered little bubble of professional wrestling would eat you alive.
English taps the ash off the end of the cigarette.
English: So welcome, not to my trial, not to my execution… the days Datura remembers me, I called myself The Modern Day Messiah…. So welcome everyone to the crucifixion of Casanova. Just know when that blood starts to pool past your ankles, works its way around your neck – as it drowns you… know… I’ll be at fucking peace.
English flicks the cigarette at the camera and the big screen snaps back to the CULT logo.
Foote: Welcome to Canada Eh! Get your maple syrup and moose knuckles ready…
Sting: Holy fuck… we’re the announce team for CULT, Stacy Sting here, regrettably, ‘Boot Fuckin’ Bill Foote and we are excited for a huge night of action in CULT. Chester Roosevelt gets a shot at the SNUFF Championship. We have a banger for the Classic Championship with Jenni Fenix challenging JJ Slayer.
Foote: We can’t forget the big headline matches tonight. We have JD Driftwood defending the New World Championship against Serenity Holmes and Alice Gemini. With how much those two hate each other – I wouldn’t want to get stuck between them. Then we have the first and likely the only match in CULT history for Casanova English when he takes on Datura in our main event of the evening.
The big screen buzzes, cutting the music and grabbing the attention of everyone in the arena. There he is, The Unprofessional, Casanova English, cigarette hanging from his lips. He pulls it out and blows smoke out toward the camera.
Sting; Speak of the devil.
English: Hey yo…
For one of the rare times in his career the crowd pops huge – in a positive way. Hometowns are weird like that, especially in Canada. Pretty much all you have to be is from the country to be a hometown kid in each province you visit.
English: I’m the bad guy right. I’m not supposed to win tonight. It;s my birthday, in my country, in my fucking company in the middle of my ring – but that doesn’t matter to anyone does it. See I don’t get a sob story. I don’t get the opportunity to plead my case on judgment day. The sentence has already passed. I am not allowed to have a happy ending. I just don’t fit what a hero looks or acts like. My cape extends from my feet and that crimson colour isn’t fabric, it’s all fucking blood baby.
English sucks on his cigarette for a few moments before continuing.
English: I’m going to die here. That’s my destiny. I’ve come to terms with that, no matter how big I get. No matter how many times they put my name in brought lights to export my body and soul for the almighty dollar… no matter what I will end up somewhere in a cold Canadian snowbank – on a walk to get a six pack and some cigarettes – frozen and preserved like the rest of you losers will end up.
The crowd turns quick, splitting in half – boos and cheers ring out and English smirks taking a few more puffs.
English: You love people like Datura. The beautiful killer, the deadly little femme fatal type. And mind you, she has got my attention too. She’s world traveled, a legend in several circles, highly regarded as one of the most constant professionals to step into this ring. I’ll admit that. She didn’t need to come to every show, stalk me, break my fucking nose for me to take notice. She knew that… she wanted to live here…
English points to the center of his forehead, still holding the cigarette.
English: If you want it so bad, then sign the lease, take up residence, but know… the roommates are going to be hell. The things I live with each and every day, the horrors I have experienced outside the sheltered little bubble of professional wrestling would eat you alive.
English taps the ash off the end of the cigarette.
English: So welcome, not to my trial, not to my execution… the days Datura remembers me, I called myself The Modern Day Messiah…. So welcome everyone to the crucifixion of Casanova. Just know when that blood starts to pool past your ankles, works its way around your neck – as it drowns you… know… I’ll be at fucking peace.
English flicks the cigarette at the camera and the big screen snaps back to the CULT logo.
The canvas is covered entirely by thumbtacks with a gigantic mountain of a pile in the middle of the ring. Across from the pile Beaufort and Maloney stare each other down. Beaufort shakes her head as a sense of panic set in. Maloney on the other hand is looking at all this as foreplay. The ref, Garcia, is wearing double thick gloves and steel toe boots to prevent as many thumb tacks as possible sticking through the bottoms.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: I feel bad for Beaufort here. I mean this is not her type of match at all.
Foote: Maloney looks like she can’t wait to get her hands on the competition.
Beaufort does a good job avoiding Maloney as much as possible off the get go. Maloney grabs ahold of her though – her mistake. Beaufort judo flips Maloney to the mat, slamming her into the tacks – driving them deep into her shoulder and back. Beaufort looks shocked at what she has just done, but regains composure running with a knee to the face of Maloney.
Foote: Here we go, she is learning a little. She needs to get that taste for blood and she will be fine.
Sting: I actually enjoy Beaufort’s innocence.
Maloney fights her way to her feet and backs Beaufort up with chop after chop to the chest – superkick from Maloney – Beaufort falls back and bounces off the ropes. Off the rebound Maloney scoops her up and nails a spinning spine buster driving Beaufort hard into the tack covered canvas.
Sting: Beaufort screaming in pain now and Maloney is pacing.
Maloney helps Beaufort to her feet then hits a snap suplex right on the tack pile in the middle of the ring. Beaufort shakes and kicks her feet into the canvas only driving more into herself. Beaufort rolls out of the tacks – she shoves a handful into her mouth that Maloney doesn’t see.
Foote: It’s The French Rose vs the Warmonger – what the fuck did you think was going to happen.
Maloney pulls Beaufort up by her hair and The French Rose spits thorns – thumbtacks right into the face and eyes of Maloney breaking her grip. Beaufort with leg kick after leg kick. Beaufort with a superkick of her own – but it only staggers Maloney. Beufort takes her down with a suplex – turning the back of her opponent into a pin cushion.
Sting: This is going to get gritty now. This is a submission match, don't forget, so they are going to have to tap the other person out on a pile of tacks.
Beaufort locks in a triangle choke trying not to poke herself. She squeezes tight – but it was a horrible strategy as Maloney hoists her up and slams her down into the tacks – Maloney holds on and chains together another powerbomb.
Foote: Christ the back of Beaufort’s shoulders are pretty well silver the amount of tacks that have entered her flesh.
Maloney locks in a bear hug, Beaufort struggles for air as Garcia checks to see if she wants to quit. Beaufort claps the ears of Warmonger a few times – Maloney is about to lose grip but tosses Beaufort into the tacks once more with a belly to belly suplex.
Sting: Maloney clearly has the strength on her side tonight, but Beaufort is a tough competitor. She is out of her element in the deep waters and she is learning how to swim.
Maloney goes to scoop Beaufort back to her feet, but Beaufort counters with an armbar. Maloney gets out of it quickly and manages to pull Beaufort back up. Maloney throws Beaufort over head with a German suplex – but Beaufort flips all the way through and lands on her feet. She runs and nearly rips the head off of Maloney with a lariat.
Foote: Christ, Maloney down into the tacks. Beaufort has her reeling.
Maloney is on her knees in on the tack, The French Rose locks in a guillotine choke – Maloney struggles but it’s not long before she lifts Maloney off the mat and drives her down back first into the tacks breaking the hold.
Sting: Blood pouring out of the back of both these women now – this is getting brutal.
Both women are on their knees now. Beaufort with a forearm, Maloney responds with a straight right. The women exchange blows as the crowd chant each woman’s name as they connect with blows. Beaufort grabs the back of Maloney’s head and slams her face down into the tack – Maloney bounces off the canvas and comes up with tacks in her face and blood pouring out of wounds.
Foote: i didn’t think Beaufort had it in her.
Maloney punches the mat lacing her fists with tacks and cracks Beaufort as hard as she can. Beaufort falls backwards. Maloney locks in a dragon sleeper – Beaufort struggles for a second but taps out to save herself from injury.
Sting: Monger Lock takes out Beaufort.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH EAVAN MALONEY!
Foote: Hell of a match from both of these women.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: I feel bad for Beaufort here. I mean this is not her type of match at all.
Foote: Maloney looks like she can’t wait to get her hands on the competition.
Beaufort does a good job avoiding Maloney as much as possible off the get go. Maloney grabs ahold of her though – her mistake. Beaufort judo flips Maloney to the mat, slamming her into the tacks – driving them deep into her shoulder and back. Beaufort looks shocked at what she has just done, but regains composure running with a knee to the face of Maloney.
Foote: Here we go, she is learning a little. She needs to get that taste for blood and she will be fine.
Sting: I actually enjoy Beaufort’s innocence.
Maloney fights her way to her feet and backs Beaufort up with chop after chop to the chest – superkick from Maloney – Beaufort falls back and bounces off the ropes. Off the rebound Maloney scoops her up and nails a spinning spine buster driving Beaufort hard into the tack covered canvas.
Sting: Beaufort screaming in pain now and Maloney is pacing.
Maloney helps Beaufort to her feet then hits a snap suplex right on the tack pile in the middle of the ring. Beaufort shakes and kicks her feet into the canvas only driving more into herself. Beaufort rolls out of the tacks – she shoves a handful into her mouth that Maloney doesn’t see.
Foote: It’s The French Rose vs the Warmonger – what the fuck did you think was going to happen.
Maloney pulls Beaufort up by her hair and The French Rose spits thorns – thumbtacks right into the face and eyes of Maloney breaking her grip. Beaufort with leg kick after leg kick. Beaufort with a superkick of her own – but it only staggers Maloney. Beufort takes her down with a suplex – turning the back of her opponent into a pin cushion.
Sting: This is going to get gritty now. This is a submission match, don't forget, so they are going to have to tap the other person out on a pile of tacks.
Beaufort locks in a triangle choke trying not to poke herself. She squeezes tight – but it was a horrible strategy as Maloney hoists her up and slams her down into the tacks – Maloney holds on and chains together another powerbomb.
Foote: Christ the back of Beaufort’s shoulders are pretty well silver the amount of tacks that have entered her flesh.
Maloney locks in a bear hug, Beaufort struggles for air as Garcia checks to see if she wants to quit. Beaufort claps the ears of Warmonger a few times – Maloney is about to lose grip but tosses Beaufort into the tacks once more with a belly to belly suplex.
Sting: Maloney clearly has the strength on her side tonight, but Beaufort is a tough competitor. She is out of her element in the deep waters and she is learning how to swim.
Maloney goes to scoop Beaufort back to her feet, but Beaufort counters with an armbar. Maloney gets out of it quickly and manages to pull Beaufort back up. Maloney throws Beaufort over head with a German suplex – but Beaufort flips all the way through and lands on her feet. She runs and nearly rips the head off of Maloney with a lariat.
Foote: Christ, Maloney down into the tacks. Beaufort has her reeling.
Maloney is on her knees in on the tack, The French Rose locks in a guillotine choke – Maloney struggles but it’s not long before she lifts Maloney off the mat and drives her down back first into the tacks breaking the hold.
Sting: Blood pouring out of the back of both these women now – this is getting brutal.
Both women are on their knees now. Beaufort with a forearm, Maloney responds with a straight right. The women exchange blows as the crowd chant each woman’s name as they connect with blows. Beaufort grabs the back of Maloney’s head and slams her face down into the tack – Maloney bounces off the canvas and comes up with tacks in her face and blood pouring out of wounds.
Foote: i didn’t think Beaufort had it in her.
Maloney punches the mat lacing her fists with tacks and cracks Beaufort as hard as she can. Beaufort falls backwards. Maloney locks in a dragon sleeper – Beaufort struggles for a second but taps out to save herself from injury.
Sting: Monger Lock takes out Beaufort.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH EAVAN MALONEY!
Foote: Hell of a match from both of these women.
The referee calls for the bell and a handshake between them starts the match.
DING! DING! DING!
After a moment of circling, Ace makes the first move - shooting for a one leg takedown. Vebbins sprawls, kicking her legs free and going for a sunset flip roll up.
One!
Sky rolls back, catching her legs before flipping forward, receiving his own one count. Vebbins, showing incredible hip strength, bridges out, then slides to her feet. In respect, Sky nods his head - clapping her way. She curtsies and offers the same moment to the delight of the crowd.
Sting: Looks like we’re going to have a straight shooting match.
Foote: Why?
Sting: It’s…wrestling?
The two lock up and a wrist lock puts Ace on his heel, however a somersault quickly turns the tide. Vebbins counters the hold with one, two stiff elbows before rebounding off the ropes. Sky leapfrogs her, but the innovator stops, turning just as he lands to catch him in a headlock before planting him with a bulldog. She takes to her feet, beckoning him on.
Foote: She’s not going for the advantage yet?
Sting: I think they’re both having a bit of sport.
Ace nods his thanks, then the two square up again. To the delight of Vebbins, Ace showcases a moment of his capoeira which she attempts to mimic. A misstep in her ginga, however, let’s him do a rolling au, both feet connecting with her midsection - driving her back. Ace allows her to stand and gather her composure, then the two now begin to kick it up. When he goes for a knee in the corner, Vebbins slips out - wrapping her arms around his waist.
Sting: Belly-to-back - no! He holds on!
Azurine rolls backwards while Ace leaps high, kicking off the middle rope into a backwards leap, where he catches Vebbins head in a tilt-a-whirl head scissors takedown. A standing moonsault and he hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Foote: Kick out! Not going to keep the hardheaded housewife down that easily.
Sting: DA hardheaded housewife.
Foote:: What did I say?
Ace moves the action back to standing, whipping Vebbins into the rope. He is able to pop her into the air, and looks to be going for a powerbomb but is reversed into a spot-on huracanrana. It’s now Vebbins who showcases a bit of her background, nailing Ace with one, two elbow smashes before rebounding off the rope - dislodging him from his feet with a floating clothesline.
Foote: She’s one heck of a housewife!
Sting: Heckuva!
Foote: What did I say?!
Just as she looks to be getting the advantage, Ace is somehow able to get her into a wheelbarrow victory roll for a two count, followed by a very close call with a modified schoolboy. Showing a bit of frustration, Vebbins goes for a dropkick only for Sky to step out of the way, flipping over her and rolling her up one more time for good measure.
One..
Two..
Thr-
Foote: NO! The Adorable Angel kicks out!
Sting: Are you trolling me?
Foote: What did I say?!
Scrambling to their feet, they meet in the middle once more - a flurry of open palm strikes driving Sky towards the corner. Pulling his head under her arm, she steps on the second rope, looking for a tornado DDT but mid turn, Sky is able to shove her off where she lands bottom first on the top turnbuckle. Ace looks up and sees his chance.
Sting: Helium Hop!
The momentum looks to have shifted, Ace climbing to the top.
Foote: He looks to be going for that Galaxy Leap!
Getting incredible height, Ace leaps up into the modified shooting star press only to come down hard on a pair of knees. The audience is on their feet as Azurine slowly crawls to hers. Just as she’s up, Ace is able to make his way upright, before barely ducking her clothesline. He turns only to receive two knees to the sternum - setting him up-
Sting: The Sweetheart Sockhop! She covers!
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Da Damsel in Dat Dress did it!
Foote: I hate you.
Anderson: The winner of this match by pinfall, Azurine Vebbins!!
Helping Ace to his feet, she raises his hand as well - the two taking the moment to honor the others performance before Vebbins beckons him to show her a bit more capoeira.
DING! DING! DING!
After a moment of circling, Ace makes the first move - shooting for a one leg takedown. Vebbins sprawls, kicking her legs free and going for a sunset flip roll up.
One!
Sky rolls back, catching her legs before flipping forward, receiving his own one count. Vebbins, showing incredible hip strength, bridges out, then slides to her feet. In respect, Sky nods his head - clapping her way. She curtsies and offers the same moment to the delight of the crowd.
Sting: Looks like we’re going to have a straight shooting match.
Foote: Why?
Sting: It’s…wrestling?
The two lock up and a wrist lock puts Ace on his heel, however a somersault quickly turns the tide. Vebbins counters the hold with one, two stiff elbows before rebounding off the ropes. Sky leapfrogs her, but the innovator stops, turning just as he lands to catch him in a headlock before planting him with a bulldog. She takes to her feet, beckoning him on.
Foote: She’s not going for the advantage yet?
Sting: I think they’re both having a bit of sport.
Ace nods his thanks, then the two square up again. To the delight of Vebbins, Ace showcases a moment of his capoeira which she attempts to mimic. A misstep in her ginga, however, let’s him do a rolling au, both feet connecting with her midsection - driving her back. Ace allows her to stand and gather her composure, then the two now begin to kick it up. When he goes for a knee in the corner, Vebbins slips out - wrapping her arms around his waist.
Sting: Belly-to-back - no! He holds on!
Azurine rolls backwards while Ace leaps high, kicking off the middle rope into a backwards leap, where he catches Vebbins head in a tilt-a-whirl head scissors takedown. A standing moonsault and he hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Foote: Kick out! Not going to keep the hardheaded housewife down that easily.
Sting: DA hardheaded housewife.
Foote:: What did I say?
Ace moves the action back to standing, whipping Vebbins into the rope. He is able to pop her into the air, and looks to be going for a powerbomb but is reversed into a spot-on huracanrana. It’s now Vebbins who showcases a bit of her background, nailing Ace with one, two elbow smashes before rebounding off the rope - dislodging him from his feet with a floating clothesline.
Foote: She’s one heck of a housewife!
Sting: Heckuva!
Foote: What did I say?!
Just as she looks to be getting the advantage, Ace is somehow able to get her into a wheelbarrow victory roll for a two count, followed by a very close call with a modified schoolboy. Showing a bit of frustration, Vebbins goes for a dropkick only for Sky to step out of the way, flipping over her and rolling her up one more time for good measure.
One..
Two..
Thr-
Foote: NO! The Adorable Angel kicks out!
Sting: Are you trolling me?
Foote: What did I say?!
Scrambling to their feet, they meet in the middle once more - a flurry of open palm strikes driving Sky towards the corner. Pulling his head under her arm, she steps on the second rope, looking for a tornado DDT but mid turn, Sky is able to shove her off where she lands bottom first on the top turnbuckle. Ace looks up and sees his chance.
Sting: Helium Hop!
The momentum looks to have shifted, Ace climbing to the top.
Foote: He looks to be going for that Galaxy Leap!
Getting incredible height, Ace leaps up into the modified shooting star press only to come down hard on a pair of knees. The audience is on their feet as Azurine slowly crawls to hers. Just as she’s up, Ace is able to make his way upright, before barely ducking her clothesline. He turns only to receive two knees to the sternum - setting him up-
Sting: The Sweetheart Sockhop! She covers!
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Da Damsel in Dat Dress did it!
Foote: I hate you.
Anderson: The winner of this match by pinfall, Azurine Vebbins!!
Helping Ace to his feet, she raises his hand as well - the two taking the moment to honor the others performance before Vebbins beckons him to show her a bit more capoeira.
The bell sounds and the two inspect the vat of liquid that surrounds the ring, each one with a look of disgust on their face before they lock up.
DING! DING! DING!
A bit of technical back and forth sees Emily get the advantage, finally planting Valerie with a snap suplex, followed by a double foot stomp.
Sting:: Bang.
A few solid kicks cause Valerie to clutch desperately at her opponents leg, and when Emily attempts to pry her loose, she gets caught in a roll up resulting in no counts. Realizing her mistake, she releases the hold and makes to her feet.
Foote: No pinfalls, no submissions!
Sting: Only blood!
A series of kicks leaves Emily staggering, but she is able to counter a drive off the ropes with a kitchen sink, followed by a thunderous DDT. Valerie watched her opponent, waiting for her to ride before rushing her, only to find air as Emily wisely ducks then lifts up, sending Valerie sprawling over the top rope and into the awaiting pool of blood. Valerie’s face lifts from the thick body, covered in the crimson liquid that now drips from her chin.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match by BLOODBATH Emily REEEEGAAAAAAL!
DING! DING! DING!
A bit of technical back and forth sees Emily get the advantage, finally planting Valerie with a snap suplex, followed by a double foot stomp.
Sting:: Bang.
A few solid kicks cause Valerie to clutch desperately at her opponents leg, and when Emily attempts to pry her loose, she gets caught in a roll up resulting in no counts. Realizing her mistake, she releases the hold and makes to her feet.
Foote: No pinfalls, no submissions!
Sting: Only blood!
A series of kicks leaves Emily staggering, but she is able to counter a drive off the ropes with a kitchen sink, followed by a thunderous DDT. Valerie watched her opponent, waiting for her to ride before rushing her, only to find air as Emily wisely ducks then lifts up, sending Valerie sprawling over the top rope and into the awaiting pool of blood. Valerie’s face lifts from the thick body, covered in the crimson liquid that now drips from her chin.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match by BLOODBATH Emily REEEEGAAAAAAL!
Karl Childers appears on the big screen to the cheering Toronto crowd. Karl is dressed in a suit and is at a podium.
Childers: I am here to present the CULT Awards for 2022. The first award...
A graphic shoots around the screen reading "Match of the Year".
Childers: Match of the Year. There is some tough competition for this one, but as voted by the board and fans on WrestleCult.com. it has been decide the TaiPei Deathmatch between JD Driftwood and Max Daemon for the SNUFF Championship at Jonestown Reunion. This was a match which defines the SNUFF division to this very day. JD started the his reign of terror as SNUFF Champion, in fact he never did drop the title before capturing the New World Championship. Max hasn't been able to find his footing since this loss, but he has put on a hell of a show each time he his stepped in the ring here and we hope to see him back one day. Maybe we will get the chance to see a round two between these two CULT Legends.
Childers: I am here to present the CULT Awards for 2022. The first award...
A graphic shoots around the screen reading "Match of the Year".
Childers: Match of the Year. There is some tough competition for this one, but as voted by the board and fans on WrestleCult.com. it has been decide the TaiPei Deathmatch between JD Driftwood and Max Daemon for the SNUFF Championship at Jonestown Reunion. This was a match which defines the SNUFF division to this very day. JD started the his reign of terror as SNUFF Champion, in fact he never did drop the title before capturing the New World Championship. Max hasn't been able to find his footing since this loss, but he has put on a hell of a show each time he his stepped in the ring here and we hope to see him back one day. Maybe we will get the chance to see a round two between these two CULT Legends.
The bell rings just as the strap is put onto Mahers wrists. Rather than circle, each combatant tugs at the rope, testing the give.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: This is a three-way bull rope match. No corner touching required - pintails or submissions.
Foote: That’s right, Sting.
Immediately Madison goes on the attack, taking the fight to Cassidy, working him back into the corner. Murphy finds himself being tugged along, however, he holds back from taking the cheap shot, instead allowing his opponents to physically altercate on his behalf.
Foote: Smart man.
As Madison mounts the rope to rain down more punches, Cassidy shoves himself forward, taking her with him. A spinebuster leaves her gasping and brings Mayer into the fray. Two straight shots with the bull rope wrapped around his fist puts Cassidy on a knee then a quick low blow brings his opponent back to eye level.
Foote: That’s legal.
Sting: But immoral. And illegal in some places, might I add!
Foote: Which?
The sound of the cow bell ricocheting off the back of Cassidy’s head finally drops the Natural. Maher meets a similar fate as he reaches his fate, leaving Madison standing above the two. The fans, not liking the treatment of Maher begin to boo her, to her delight. Discarding the bell for boots, she gets a few shots into the fan favorite before the now bloodied Cassidy regains his feet. Ducking the ding, he connects with a perfectly placed thumb directly to her eye. Picking up the discarded bell, he holds it in the air then points to the still recovering Doyle - receiving boos - then Madison - receiving a series of cheers.
Sting: I think the choice is clear.
Before he can decide, a tug from his wrist by MDM decides for him, but a rope around his neck wielded by Madison stops him. The Natural, now caught in the tug of war, tries to rush Doyle only to be pulled off his feet by Madison who counters his drive.
Sting: I think they caught onto something here.
Foote: Ding! Ding! Ding!
Sting: You don’t have to say it - we can all hear it.
As he rushes one, the other pulls him down, keeping the Natural from closing the gap. The bell spins and dings wildly as he smashes into the mat. Madison goes low, Mayer high, now running in a circle around him, causing the rope to bind into his arms. With his arms locked down, Cassidy now finds himself at the mercy of the crowd as the two decide by audience applause who should take the first shot. Maher wins and Madison strikes him instead with swift blow to the midsection, she steps onto his shoulders, leaping straight up then driving both heels into his back.
Sting: Ouch.
A step-up knee to the unwinding Natural staggers him, then Madison hits the rope before sliding between his legs. She continues forward with the drive, sweeping Cassidy from his feet before going for the pin.
1..
2-
Fote: Broken up by Mayer!
Tossing his end of the bullrope over her arms, he is able to keep them captive. The audience can see by the smile on his face where this is headed - skull and bone collide, crack, then crash together as he quickly whips his head into hers causing her to collapse. He steps back, checking his elbow, the audience ready to see him rip.
Crowd: Oi Oi Oi!
As he takes flight, however, Maher finds himself blasted in the side from the recovered Cassidy. A hammer drop suplex and the Natural one finds himself once again with bell in hand. This time ONLY ringing it twice, he does like any postman would and delivers it straight down into Murphy’s head. He checks the bell which now seems to be off to his amusement. A short arm clothesline puts Madison now in the position to take advantage and she rushes in to the already discombobulated Murphy.
Sting: Something Wicked!
Madison goes for the pin!
One…
Two…
Ding!
Foote: Broken up by Cassidy and the bell!
Ding!
Cassidy pulls her up by the hair, wrapping up from behind. Dropping the bell, he rushes her to the corner, rolling backwards then lifting her high into the air, just over the bell-
Clank!
Sting: The Natural Ending!
Crushing the metal, rope holding her arms firm. He goes for the pin…
1…
2…
3!
Maher is able to break it apart, but unfortunately, just a second too late. Tugging the rope off his feet, Cassidy squirms from the pack and points to his hand - insisting it be raised.
Anderson: Here is your winner…”The Natural” CASSIDY Hoooooooobbs
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: This is a three-way bull rope match. No corner touching required - pintails or submissions.
Foote: That’s right, Sting.
Immediately Madison goes on the attack, taking the fight to Cassidy, working him back into the corner. Murphy finds himself being tugged along, however, he holds back from taking the cheap shot, instead allowing his opponents to physically altercate on his behalf.
Foote: Smart man.
As Madison mounts the rope to rain down more punches, Cassidy shoves himself forward, taking her with him. A spinebuster leaves her gasping and brings Mayer into the fray. Two straight shots with the bull rope wrapped around his fist puts Cassidy on a knee then a quick low blow brings his opponent back to eye level.
Foote: That’s legal.
Sting: But immoral. And illegal in some places, might I add!
Foote: Which?
The sound of the cow bell ricocheting off the back of Cassidy’s head finally drops the Natural. Maher meets a similar fate as he reaches his fate, leaving Madison standing above the two. The fans, not liking the treatment of Maher begin to boo her, to her delight. Discarding the bell for boots, she gets a few shots into the fan favorite before the now bloodied Cassidy regains his feet. Ducking the ding, he connects with a perfectly placed thumb directly to her eye. Picking up the discarded bell, he holds it in the air then points to the still recovering Doyle - receiving boos - then Madison - receiving a series of cheers.
Sting: I think the choice is clear.
Before he can decide, a tug from his wrist by MDM decides for him, but a rope around his neck wielded by Madison stops him. The Natural, now caught in the tug of war, tries to rush Doyle only to be pulled off his feet by Madison who counters his drive.
Sting: I think they caught onto something here.
Foote: Ding! Ding! Ding!
Sting: You don’t have to say it - we can all hear it.
As he rushes one, the other pulls him down, keeping the Natural from closing the gap. The bell spins and dings wildly as he smashes into the mat. Madison goes low, Mayer high, now running in a circle around him, causing the rope to bind into his arms. With his arms locked down, Cassidy now finds himself at the mercy of the crowd as the two decide by audience applause who should take the first shot. Maher wins and Madison strikes him instead with swift blow to the midsection, she steps onto his shoulders, leaping straight up then driving both heels into his back.
Sting: Ouch.
A step-up knee to the unwinding Natural staggers him, then Madison hits the rope before sliding between his legs. She continues forward with the drive, sweeping Cassidy from his feet before going for the pin.
1..
2-
Fote: Broken up by Mayer!
Tossing his end of the bullrope over her arms, he is able to keep them captive. The audience can see by the smile on his face where this is headed - skull and bone collide, crack, then crash together as he quickly whips his head into hers causing her to collapse. He steps back, checking his elbow, the audience ready to see him rip.
Crowd: Oi Oi Oi!
As he takes flight, however, Maher finds himself blasted in the side from the recovered Cassidy. A hammer drop suplex and the Natural one finds himself once again with bell in hand. This time ONLY ringing it twice, he does like any postman would and delivers it straight down into Murphy’s head. He checks the bell which now seems to be off to his amusement. A short arm clothesline puts Madison now in the position to take advantage and she rushes in to the already discombobulated Murphy.
Sting: Something Wicked!
Madison goes for the pin!
One…
Two…
Ding!
Foote: Broken up by Cassidy and the bell!
Ding!
Cassidy pulls her up by the hair, wrapping up from behind. Dropping the bell, he rushes her to the corner, rolling backwards then lifting her high into the air, just over the bell-
Clank!
Sting: The Natural Ending!
Crushing the metal, rope holding her arms firm. He goes for the pin…
1…
2…
3!
Maher is able to break it apart, but unfortunately, just a second too late. Tugging the rope off his feet, Cassidy squirms from the pack and points to his hand - insisting it be raised.
Anderson: Here is your winner…”The Natural” CASSIDY Hoooooooobbs
Childers: This one is a no brainier. This feud pretty much defines everything that CULT is. Donnie Hopkins was the first New World Champion and Jane Doe ripped it from his hands at Jonestown reunion when she buried the man alive, then at What Happens in Vegas she put a statement on things, but when they brawled again in an electric chair match at Trash Wrestling for Garbage Humans it was Donnie who called himself New World Champion for the second time -- the only person to do that to date. The feud may have burned both wrestlers out, but it put CULT on the map and we thank them for their sacrifice.
Childers: When you think of the tag team division in CULT there is only one name that comes up. they have slayed all challengers to the point where they have cleaned out the entire tag team division here. They put down Team Buddy Back Pose to recapture the championships for the second time and have been mainstays every month with such impressive performances it has scared pretty much every tag team from joining the roster. Hell Roosevelt alone put away the Billa Bong Gang last week. Here is to Luna Baby and Royston Popplewell who have put on match of the year contenders.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring, he is the CULT Classic Champion. JJ Slayer.
“All Eyes On You” begins to play as JJ Slayer steps out from the back, the CULT Classic championship belt around his waist and a microphone in his hand. He waits for a moment, listening to the crowd before he makes his way to the ring. Once he reaches the ring he puts his athleticism on display, first by leaping onto the apron in a standing jump before vaulting over the top rope. He then waits for the crowd to quiet down a bit before speaking.
JJ Slayer: After what happened at Super Saiyan 1, I felt as though I should come out here tonight before my match so I could introduce myself. Didn’t really give you fans a chance to meet me, did I?
Slayer smiles as he reaches behind his back to unhook the championship belt around his waist, holding it up.
JJ Slayer: I’m JJ Slayer, and as this belt will tell you, I am the CULT Classic champion. It was a hell of a gift as a coming out party for my debut, let me tell you. I’m not out here to really talk about that, however. No, I’m here because I’m a firm believer in expectations.
As Slayer speaks he walks around the ring along the ropes, staring out to the crowd to make sure they understand that he’s addressing them directly.
JJ Slayer: You're all here because you’re part of the CULT, yeah? You want the kind of action, the kind of blood, guts, and heart that can only be found here. I get it. I’m here for the exact same reason. In fact, let me make a pact here tonight with all of you CULTists.
Slayer takes the Classic title, laying it down on the mat in front of him.
JJ Slayer: Be it for a championship or no championship, a Classic match or the most heinous, fiendish thing Casanova English’s brain can concoct, I will fight. It doesn’t matter who steps out from the back and gets inside of this ring with me, I will step up to the plate and make them bleed for every inch. My pact to you, CULT, is that you’ll never leave a show I’m on wanting.
Slayer moves towards the side of the ring closest to the back, pointing towards it.
JJ Slayer: No more waiting. Djinnie, come out here, it’s time for you to try to etch your name into the record books.
With that Slayer throws down the mic, moving to a neutral corner as he awaits his opponent.
Foote: I hope he’s ready to back these big words up.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring Jenni Fenix!
“Sweet but Psycho” by Ava Max hits and Jennie skips out from behind the curtains the crowd cheering for her as she slaps hands on her way down the ramp and slides into the ring.
The referee makes sure both the challenger, Jennie, and the champion, Slayer are ready and calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Jennie, wanting to waste no time at all, shoots across the ring and takes the fight straight to Slayer.
Sting: A bit of a David versus Goliath situation at hand in the ring and this one is for the CU:LT classic - a bit of prestige here at Combat Unlimited.
Foot: Blood is prestigious.
With some quick hit and run tactics, Jennie is able to get JJ off balance and topples him with a springboard moonsault. The old adage, “the bigger they are, the harder they fall” doesn’t seem to ring true though, and Slayer rolls back, showing his agility for a moment as he stands to his feet - the challenger still in his arms.
Sting: Wow.
A fallaway slam blasts the air from Jennie’s lungs, so she wisely makes her way to ringside to recuperate. JJ follows, with Fenix ducking around the corner. Turning on a dime, she once again runs his way and the champion wisely braces himself, anticipating a high strike only to get surprised with a shoulder tackle to the knee, dropping him down. Jennie is back up. She begins layering backhand chops and foreword chops on his chest.
Foote: She’s trying to chop him down!
Sting: Literally!
Leaving his chest crimson and her own right hand equally red, a finally wind up backhand chop brings the big man to his back and Jennie back into the ring by the five count to break it up. She measures her opponent as he stands and with a quick two step movement, mounts the rope - running his way with incredible balance. JJ looks up in time to catch both knees square to his chest.
Sting: Massive meteora from the challenger!
Wanting to take full advantage of the momentum, she is able to get him to his feet and back in the ring, going for a cover.
One.
Two-
Foote: Kickout!
Rather than argue with the referee, Fenix rises instead and puts some focus back on his knee with. JJ writhes in pain for a moment, before reaching out to pull her free. Rather than struggle, she releases the hold and breaks away, immediately attacking from another angle - boots to the brow.
Sting: I didn’t expect to see this!.
Foote:: JJ did his homework, but Jennie is really bringing everything she has.
As Slayer gets back up - Jennie begins to taunt him with raspberries. He goes for a clothesline, but she is able to duck. Rebounding off the rope, he looks to once again connect only for Jennie to catch him with a drop toe hold onto the second rope. She leaps over the rope and lands on the back of his neck with a leg drop.
Sting: Fenix slides back in, going for a school boy-
One…
Two…
JJ kicks out. Helping him up once more, she start to layer in small kicks to the bent over man. He stands up, his eyes furious as he goes to punch her, which she ducks, only to turn into a fierce discus clothesline that levels her.
Sting: Was that a tooth?
Staggered, Jennie slowly makes her way up into the waiting arms of JJ who plants her down hard with a saito suplex. Jennie is able to roll to her feet though and rush forward, catching him in the jaw as he rises with the full force of her knee. She jumps up and catches him around the neck-
Foote: Jinxxed - no! Bah Gawd look at the strength of Slayer!
JJ hoists her back up to her feet, closing the ground between then with a knee, doubling over the stunned challenger. He tucks her down into a pumphandle and…
Sting: The Violent End.
One..
Two..
Jennie gets her foot on the rope, but the referee doesn’t seem to see it!
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Wait, Jennie’s foot was on the rope!
Foote: The referee didn’t see it!
Anderson: THE WINNER of the match and STILL CULT CLASSIC CHAMPION JJ SLAYER!
The fans, especially those on the blue-haired side begin to loudly boo - one going so far as to throw a bottle towards the referee, just barely missing his head.
Sting: I don’t even know if JJ knows she had her foot on the ropes.
Fenix is pleading with the ref to make things right as JJ Slayer walks up the ramp to the back
“All Eyes On You” begins to play as JJ Slayer steps out from the back, the CULT Classic championship belt around his waist and a microphone in his hand. He waits for a moment, listening to the crowd before he makes his way to the ring. Once he reaches the ring he puts his athleticism on display, first by leaping onto the apron in a standing jump before vaulting over the top rope. He then waits for the crowd to quiet down a bit before speaking.
JJ Slayer: After what happened at Super Saiyan 1, I felt as though I should come out here tonight before my match so I could introduce myself. Didn’t really give you fans a chance to meet me, did I?
Slayer smiles as he reaches behind his back to unhook the championship belt around his waist, holding it up.
JJ Slayer: I’m JJ Slayer, and as this belt will tell you, I am the CULT Classic champion. It was a hell of a gift as a coming out party for my debut, let me tell you. I’m not out here to really talk about that, however. No, I’m here because I’m a firm believer in expectations.
As Slayer speaks he walks around the ring along the ropes, staring out to the crowd to make sure they understand that he’s addressing them directly.
JJ Slayer: You're all here because you’re part of the CULT, yeah? You want the kind of action, the kind of blood, guts, and heart that can only be found here. I get it. I’m here for the exact same reason. In fact, let me make a pact here tonight with all of you CULTists.
Slayer takes the Classic title, laying it down on the mat in front of him.
JJ Slayer: Be it for a championship or no championship, a Classic match or the most heinous, fiendish thing Casanova English’s brain can concoct, I will fight. It doesn’t matter who steps out from the back and gets inside of this ring with me, I will step up to the plate and make them bleed for every inch. My pact to you, CULT, is that you’ll never leave a show I’m on wanting.
Slayer moves towards the side of the ring closest to the back, pointing towards it.
JJ Slayer: No more waiting. Djinnie, come out here, it’s time for you to try to etch your name into the record books.
With that Slayer throws down the mic, moving to a neutral corner as he awaits his opponent.
Foote: I hope he’s ready to back these big words up.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring Jenni Fenix!
“Sweet but Psycho” by Ava Max hits and Jennie skips out from behind the curtains the crowd cheering for her as she slaps hands on her way down the ramp and slides into the ring.
The referee makes sure both the challenger, Jennie, and the champion, Slayer are ready and calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Jennie, wanting to waste no time at all, shoots across the ring and takes the fight straight to Slayer.
Sting: A bit of a David versus Goliath situation at hand in the ring and this one is for the CU:LT classic - a bit of prestige here at Combat Unlimited.
Foot: Blood is prestigious.
With some quick hit and run tactics, Jennie is able to get JJ off balance and topples him with a springboard moonsault. The old adage, “the bigger they are, the harder they fall” doesn’t seem to ring true though, and Slayer rolls back, showing his agility for a moment as he stands to his feet - the challenger still in his arms.
Sting: Wow.
A fallaway slam blasts the air from Jennie’s lungs, so she wisely makes her way to ringside to recuperate. JJ follows, with Fenix ducking around the corner. Turning on a dime, she once again runs his way and the champion wisely braces himself, anticipating a high strike only to get surprised with a shoulder tackle to the knee, dropping him down. Jennie is back up. She begins layering backhand chops and foreword chops on his chest.
Foote: She’s trying to chop him down!
Sting: Literally!
Leaving his chest crimson and her own right hand equally red, a finally wind up backhand chop brings the big man to his back and Jennie back into the ring by the five count to break it up. She measures her opponent as he stands and with a quick two step movement, mounts the rope - running his way with incredible balance. JJ looks up in time to catch both knees square to his chest.
Sting: Massive meteora from the challenger!
Wanting to take full advantage of the momentum, she is able to get him to his feet and back in the ring, going for a cover.
One.
Two-
Foote: Kickout!
Rather than argue with the referee, Fenix rises instead and puts some focus back on his knee with. JJ writhes in pain for a moment, before reaching out to pull her free. Rather than struggle, she releases the hold and breaks away, immediately attacking from another angle - boots to the brow.
Sting: I didn’t expect to see this!.
Foote:: JJ did his homework, but Jennie is really bringing everything she has.
As Slayer gets back up - Jennie begins to taunt him with raspberries. He goes for a clothesline, but she is able to duck. Rebounding off the rope, he looks to once again connect only for Jennie to catch him with a drop toe hold onto the second rope. She leaps over the rope and lands on the back of his neck with a leg drop.
Sting: Fenix slides back in, going for a school boy-
One…
Two…
JJ kicks out. Helping him up once more, she start to layer in small kicks to the bent over man. He stands up, his eyes furious as he goes to punch her, which she ducks, only to turn into a fierce discus clothesline that levels her.
Sting: Was that a tooth?
Staggered, Jennie slowly makes her way up into the waiting arms of JJ who plants her down hard with a saito suplex. Jennie is able to roll to her feet though and rush forward, catching him in the jaw as he rises with the full force of her knee. She jumps up and catches him around the neck-
Foote: Jinxxed - no! Bah Gawd look at the strength of Slayer!
JJ hoists her back up to her feet, closing the ground between then with a knee, doubling over the stunned challenger. He tucks her down into a pumphandle and…
Sting: The Violent End.
One..
Two..
Jennie gets her foot on the rope, but the referee doesn’t seem to see it!
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Wait, Jennie’s foot was on the rope!
Foote: The referee didn’t see it!
Anderson: THE WINNER of the match and STILL CULT CLASSIC CHAMPION JJ SLAYER!
The fans, especially those on the blue-haired side begin to loudly boo - one going so far as to throw a bottle towards the referee, just barely missing his head.
Sting: I don’t even know if JJ knows she had her foot on the ropes.
Fenix is pleading with the ref to make things right as JJ Slayer walks up the ramp to the back
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and the two meet in the middle, each one ready to brawl - a Snuff state of mind. Fists and forearms fly, Chester getting the upper hand. Addy turns an Irish whip around, only to catch a stiff clothesline from the ringleader puts the match in his hand.
Sting: He drew first blood! He drew first blooooood!
As Chester scolds the crowd for their less than stellar reaction, the two outside the ring take advantage with Luna spitting glitter mist. Blinded, Addy walks into an Olympic slam and Chester goes for the cover.
1…
2…
Chester scolds the referee and allows Addy a moment to recover. She’s tries to send him flying backwards into the corner, only for him to reverse! Blood is drawn on both sides now, but instead of submitting to the pain, it seems to fuel Addy on who gets into his face and challenges him to do it again. He happily obliged to her delight, but when he tries to press the advantage, Addys hand comes between them, digging her finger into his eye causing him to roar with pain. Chester takes a wild swing with his left, but now Addy sees the advantage as they move southpaw. She slips the punch and slides out of the corner, whipping back towards him before going knuckle-to-rib. Shook, but not slumped, a standing shotgun dropkick levels him. She goes for the cover
One-
Royston grabs her ankle and drags her out while Luna gets the referees attention to debate about the legitimacy of his calls. A modified chokeslam sees him throwing her upwards into the barb wire where she comes crashing down. He rolls her back into the ring and just like sticking a feather in a cap-
Foote: It’s Yankee Doodle Dandy!
Chester covers.
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND NEW SNUFF CHAMPION CHESTER ROOSEVELT!
Luna and Royston join their friend, helping rid the ring of all save Barney. The three stable mates hoist up their three championships.
Sting: It has to be official that this is the most dominating team in all of wrestling.
Craig Cogan is already in the ring, he has a ladder in his arms as he waits for the debut of Veronica Strader.
Sting; This is huge signing for CULT.
~ The Tron goes blank and the lights drop in the arena. There’s a confusion amongst the fans as “Resist and Disorder” by REZODRONE begins to play. The lights begin to flicker purple, pink and silver when the beat gets harder. ~
Anderson: Now coming to the ring…
I am the man who holds the keys
I sow the seeds, and I've got what you need
I live in fire,I am discord
I destroy, I am a demon
As the drums pick up the name Veronica Strader in large font starts to flash in pink and purple, with shots of her holding up the OCW TransAtlantic title getting a definite happy reaction from the crowd.
Belvedere: Weighing in at One Hundred and Forty-Five pounds…
Weight of the world, the price of a fighter
Where I decide you'll make your stand
Rise up! Resist and disorder
Rise up! Resist and disorder
Vee steps out on stage, walking to the edge of the stage to the right looking out at the fans, half booing but half cheering. She walks to the other side doing the same thing before returning to the centre where the ramp begins.
Anderson: Hailing from Key West, Florida by way of London, Ontario Canada…
The former OCW TransAtlantic Champion begins her descent towards the ring.
Nowhere to run, it's all undone
Everything burns, everything burns
I'll watch you fall down, I'll drag you face down
Everything burns, everything burns
She does a quick step up the steel steps and wipes her boots on the apron before stepping through the second and top rope like a normal human being.
Anderson: VERONICA STRADERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She sneers as she turns to Cogan, waiting for the bell to ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Cogan welcomes Strader to CULT by tossing the ladder right into her damn face and knocking her to the canvas. Cogan sets up the ladder as quickly as he can and starts to climb.
Foote: Holy fuck…
Sting: Cogan at least developing some sort of strategy.
Cogan is climbing and taunting has he is just about to pluck the box from atop the ladder when hes grabbed from behind by Strader in a powerbomb, she walks him across the ring – knees almost bucklin front he man’s weight – but she throws him over the top ropes with the powerbomb causing the back of Cogan’s skull to ping rungs on a ladder outside the ring on the way down.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Sting: That is one hell of a receipt from Strader.
She looks down at the broker body of Cogan before she climbs the ladder and grabs the box. She jumps off the ladder and rips the box open as the bell rings.
DING! DING! DING!
She looks at the sheet of paper inside the box and smirks as Anderson Sheeply reads out the winner and the prize.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH VERONICA STRADER! She has earned a title shot at the SNUFF Championship at Ladder Day Saints!
Foote: Strader vs Chester Roosevelt is going to be a banger
Sting; This is huge signing for CULT.
~ The Tron goes blank and the lights drop in the arena. There’s a confusion amongst the fans as “Resist and Disorder” by REZODRONE begins to play. The lights begin to flicker purple, pink and silver when the beat gets harder. ~
Anderson: Now coming to the ring…
I am the man who holds the keys
I sow the seeds, and I've got what you need
I live in fire,I am discord
I destroy, I am a demon
As the drums pick up the name Veronica Strader in large font starts to flash in pink and purple, with shots of her holding up the OCW TransAtlantic title getting a definite happy reaction from the crowd.
Belvedere: Weighing in at One Hundred and Forty-Five pounds…
Weight of the world, the price of a fighter
Where I decide you'll make your stand
Rise up! Resist and disorder
Rise up! Resist and disorder
Vee steps out on stage, walking to the edge of the stage to the right looking out at the fans, half booing but half cheering. She walks to the other side doing the same thing before returning to the centre where the ramp begins.
Anderson: Hailing from Key West, Florida by way of London, Ontario Canada…
The former OCW TransAtlantic Champion begins her descent towards the ring.
Nowhere to run, it's all undone
Everything burns, everything burns
I'll watch you fall down, I'll drag you face down
Everything burns, everything burns
She does a quick step up the steel steps and wipes her boots on the apron before stepping through the second and top rope like a normal human being.
Anderson: VERONICA STRADERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She sneers as she turns to Cogan, waiting for the bell to ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Cogan welcomes Strader to CULT by tossing the ladder right into her damn face and knocking her to the canvas. Cogan sets up the ladder as quickly as he can and starts to climb.
Foote: Holy fuck…
Sting: Cogan at least developing some sort of strategy.
Cogan is climbing and taunting has he is just about to pluck the box from atop the ladder when hes grabbed from behind by Strader in a powerbomb, she walks him across the ring – knees almost bucklin front he man’s weight – but she throws him over the top ropes with the powerbomb causing the back of Cogan’s skull to ping rungs on a ladder outside the ring on the way down.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Sting: That is one hell of a receipt from Strader.
She looks down at the broker body of Cogan before she climbs the ladder and grabs the box. She jumps off the ladder and rips the box open as the bell rings.
DING! DING! DING!
She looks at the sheet of paper inside the box and smirks as Anderson Sheeply reads out the winner and the prize.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH VERONICA STRADER! She has earned a title shot at the SNUFF Championship at Ladder Day Saints!
Foote: Strader vs Chester Roosevelt is going to be a banger
CULT continues its small tour of central Canada as the elite combat company comes to Quebec at the end of January for Ladder Day Saints. Tune in for various ladder themed matches including a six way ladder match with the winner having the opportunity to choose an event in Season 2 to challenge for any title of their choosing. Tune in LIVE January 31st on WrestleCult.Com
Childers: When you think of dominate debuts this year Alice Gemini is often talked about. She came to the company and won the FIGHT Championship in a one night tournament beating out industry legend Vhodka Black in the finals. She went on to defend that championship four times – losing it to Serenity Holmes last month. Her performance was recognized though and that’s why she earned a shot at the New World Championship at The People V. Casanova English. Alice may very well turn from rising star to World Champion in a matter of moments
Childers: Give the fucker his flowers. JD Driftwood is the face of CULT there is no question. From he run as SNUFF Champion to his dominant run on top as New World Champion JD has proved this is the place for gritty wrestlers like himself. JD has already won an award for match of the year. He’s beaten the long established top players in the company including putting Jane Doe and Donnie Hopkins on the shelf. Every Time he steps in the ring he turns out a classic. So here is to our New World Champion. JD Fuckin’ Driftwood.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual rips through the arena and the Canadian fans cheer for the man just named CULT Wrestler of the Year as he appears on stage with the New World Championship slung over his shoulder.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring… he is the New World Champion…. JD Driftwood.
Sting: I thought the only way JD Driftwood could become a household name is if he broke and entered – or was caught on some crime spree… but here we are… in the most fucked timeline.
Driftwood stomps to the ring, jawing with members of the audience before he steps through the ropes and raises up his title. He hands it to JJ Huffman as he gets ready for his opponents.
Foote: This is going to be a challenge for Driftwood – he’s being dropped in between the hottest feud in wrestling. Holmes and Alice know each other like the backs of their hands.
"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 the fans of the Action Wrestling universe greet her. 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!"
Foote: I was shocked Holmes was able to finally beat Alice at Super Saiyan 1, but she proved she belongs here in CULT at just 18 years old.
Serenity slides under the bottom rope before unloading onto her feet, where she quickly hops onto the middle turnbuckle of an unoccupied corner to greet the fans at ringside. She 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 the next moment to happen.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring… ALICE GEMINI!
The lights go completely black. Two separate spotlights hit the stage showing two figures wearing Deer skull masks standing in front of two huge drums. They begin pounding on them in an eerie rhythm before they hit the drum one last time and every light in the arena turns red.
Sting: This is a little bit different for Alice.
"To the Hellfire" by Lorna Shore begins playing. Alice walks out in a full leather outfit and a matching cloak that flows behind her. Her face is completely painted and her eyes look demonic while she holds a large scepter with a similar deer skull on top of it.
Foote: Talk about an intimidation factor.
She slowly makes her way down the ramp with the crowd going crazy for her entrance. She stops at the bottom of the ramp and stands there with her arms spread wide as several more deer skull-wearing figures come out and surround her. They lift her up like royalty and prop her onto the apron of the ring where she removes her cloak and hands the large scepter to one of the figures.
Sting: There are so many stories in this match, like the fact Holmes is now in the ring with the woman named CULT’s Rising Star and the Wrestler of the Year.
Alice stands in the middle of the ring and throws her head back to stare at the rafters and just takes in the loud reaction of the audience before the lights return to normal. Alice JD and Serenity stare each other down as JJ Huffman hoists up the New World Championship.
DING! DING! DING!
It’s a fuck ton of fists to start things off as all three swipe at another in the middle of the ring. Gemini cracks JD with some forearms backing him up – then Holmes hits him with a drop kick sending him over the top rope. Holmes runs at Gemini – but she back drops Holmes over the top rope causing her to front flip right into JD. Alice backs up and runs diving through the middle rope and crashes into Holmes, sending her into the barricade.
Foote: Wasting no time getting this one going.
Alice is up and grabs JD by the head, throwing him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. JD is back to his feet but is brought down with a sling blade. Alice wraps up the champion in a Coquina Clutch. It doesn’t last long as Holmes springs off the ropes with an elbow drop into both competitors.
Sting: Gemini must have her doubts, Holmes came into the company and beat her last month… it has to have shaken her confidence a bit. So I wouldn’t be surprised if she targets JD for the pin.
Holmes pulls Alice up by her hair. She hits Alcie with a belly to belly, pulls her back up and drives her down with a half nelson suplex, picks her up once more and hits a stalling brain buster that pops the crowd. Holmes with the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: She was able to make Alice pass out at Super Saiyan 1. She’s trying her luck with a pin here, but she has to know it’s going to take a hell of a lot to put Alice down for three seconds.
Holmes pulls Alice up once more, but Alice slips her hand between Holes legs and shifts her onto her shoulders. She drives Holmes down to the mat with a Death Valley Driver. JD clubs Alice from the back.
Foote: The champion trying to stay in this one.
JD and Alice hit one another with massive blows. JD hits her with a half an half suplex, but Alice is up to her feet and delivers a running knee free of charge. When JD spins on impact Alice drags him down with a backstabber and cover.
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Holmes breaks it up.
Sting: Holmes not even willing to let the fall get to two. She has worked all year, has had an amazing rookie year and right now she just needs 3 seconds to become New World Champion.
Holmes and Gemini now exchange blows in the middle of the ring. They grapple and out of nowhere JD hits both of them with a backdrop. Then Driftwood heads to the top rope. Holmes follows him up and grabs him for a German suplex. Alice comes up behind her and sets Holmes up in a powerbomb – pulling her off the top rope causing Holmes to drag JD down with a German suplex.
Foote: The impact… JD landed on his fucking neck. He’s rolling out of the ring and Huffman is checking on his condition.
Alice and Holmes don’t give a fuck though. They are going at it in the ring, Alice getting the best of Holmes after pulling her off the top rope. Alice with a judo throw but Holmes rolls through and breaks free. She hits a dropkick pushing Alice back. Holms then nails a snap DDT and stomps on the back of the head of Alice. Holmes drags Alice to her feet and hits a chestbreaker followed by backbreaker ended with a codebreaker.
Sting: Three Knee Combo from Holmes!
Holes see JD down on the outside, Alice down in the middle of the ring and she climbs the top rope. As Alice pushes herself up with her hand the back of her head is stomped with Holmes’ two feet driving her face down into the canvas.
Foote: RED BOTTOMS!!!
Holmes flips Alice over for the cover and JJ Huffman leps into position.
Sting: Holmes is about to end her year as the New World Champion.
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3????
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: WHAT! Listen to the crowd here they are shocked. Listen to those fucking cheesy ‘This is Wrestling’ chant. Fight forever and all that bullshit!
Holmes can’t believe it. She wraps up Alice’s arms and locks in a Cattle Mutilation.
Sting: HOME SWEETER HOLMES! This is how she won the FIGHT Championship from Alice just last month and she’s going to use it again to win the top title.
Alice flights the hold screaming, Holmes locks it in deeper and deeper, but then Alice bridges up — somehow has Holmes upside down her back – she drops her with a vertebreaker.
Foote: Alice just hit JD’s finisher the FULL ON HEADER on Holmes. He secured many wins with that lets see if Alice is as lucky.
Alice knows that won't be enough, she pulls Holmes to her feet. Gemini spins Holmes around and hits the Gemini Killer. Alice makes the pin on Serenity.
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3?
A chairshot to the back of JJ Huffman’s head breaking the count.
Sting: Holy fuck, JD just craked an official with a steal chair.
JD is staggering and smiling as he pounds a chair down on the back of Gemini over and over. He pulls her to the corner and sets a chair up in front of her face. As JD is about to run for a corner cannonball Holmes smashes him with a chair of her own. Then runs and drop kicks the chair in front of Gemini right into her face.
Foote: These three doing whatever it takes to win… even murdering refs it appears.
Holmes is gaining some breath after the battle she has been through; she grabs the leg of a chair just as Alice grabs the leg of one as well. They swing at the same time and crack each other hard. Both fall to the canvas.
Sting: Everyone is out cold, even the referee.
CULT chants ring out in the arena. Holes and Alice start to stir, both grabbing chairs once again. It looks like a repeat of what just happened, but as they swing that dumb fuck JD Driftwood pops up and it hit on either side of his fat red neck skull with metal chairs. He collapses to the ground… Holes and Alice fall down across his body. Huffman crawls across the ring after finally coming to.
Foote: Both women have the New World Champion covered.
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3!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The Winner of this match and NEW NEW WORLD CHAMPION… ALICE GEMINI….
JJ Huffman raises up Alice’s hand.
Anderson: AND SERENITY HOLMES!
Foote: What the fuck…
Huffman is holding the title between Holmes and Gemini.. One of the most dangerous places to be. They both grab a side of the New World Championship and are playing a bit of tug of war. Then you can hear Karl Childers' voice ring out as he appears on stage.
Childers: Let me explain… Casanova English has decided since you both have pinned JD Driftwood at the exact same moment… Alice and Serenity will be co-champions until Ladder Day Saints where they will face off one on one in a Triple Cage Match to determine the undisputed world champion.
Sting: What a turn of events. The third time these two will meet will be at Ladder Day Saints in Quebec. And I’m being told through my headset the rematch clause will be void. This will be the last time for a while these two will meet in a CULT ring. Let's settle this once and for all.
As Holmes is distracted with Childers' announcement Gemini yanks the title from her and throws it on the ground. Gemini nails Holmes with an Emerald Flowsion!
Foote: Gemini Killer!!!!
Alice smirks as he picks up the New World Championship and raises it with one hand over the fallen Serenity Holmes.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring… he is the New World Champion…. JD Driftwood.
Sting: I thought the only way JD Driftwood could become a household name is if he broke and entered – or was caught on some crime spree… but here we are… in the most fucked timeline.
Driftwood stomps to the ring, jawing with members of the audience before he steps through the ropes and raises up his title. He hands it to JJ Huffman as he gets ready for his opponents.
Foote: This is going to be a challenge for Driftwood – he’s being dropped in between the hottest feud in wrestling. Holmes and Alice know each other like the backs of their hands.
"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 the fans of the Action Wrestling universe greet her. 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!"
Foote: I was shocked Holmes was able to finally beat Alice at Super Saiyan 1, but she proved she belongs here in CULT at just 18 years old.
Serenity slides under the bottom rope before unloading onto her feet, where she quickly hops onto the middle turnbuckle of an unoccupied corner to greet the fans at ringside. She 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 the next moment to happen.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring… ALICE GEMINI!
The lights go completely black. Two separate spotlights hit the stage showing two figures wearing Deer skull masks standing in front of two huge drums. They begin pounding on them in an eerie rhythm before they hit the drum one last time and every light in the arena turns red.
Sting: This is a little bit different for Alice.
"To the Hellfire" by Lorna Shore begins playing. Alice walks out in a full leather outfit and a matching cloak that flows behind her. Her face is completely painted and her eyes look demonic while she holds a large scepter with a similar deer skull on top of it.
Foote: Talk about an intimidation factor.
She slowly makes her way down the ramp with the crowd going crazy for her entrance. She stops at the bottom of the ramp and stands there with her arms spread wide as several more deer skull-wearing figures come out and surround her. They lift her up like royalty and prop her onto the apron of the ring where she removes her cloak and hands the large scepter to one of the figures.
Sting: There are so many stories in this match, like the fact Holmes is now in the ring with the woman named CULT’s Rising Star and the Wrestler of the Year.
Alice stands in the middle of the ring and throws her head back to stare at the rafters and just takes in the loud reaction of the audience before the lights return to normal. Alice JD and Serenity stare each other down as JJ Huffman hoists up the New World Championship.
DING! DING! DING!
It’s a fuck ton of fists to start things off as all three swipe at another in the middle of the ring. Gemini cracks JD with some forearms backing him up – then Holmes hits him with a drop kick sending him over the top rope. Holmes runs at Gemini – but she back drops Holmes over the top rope causing her to front flip right into JD. Alice backs up and runs diving through the middle rope and crashes into Holmes, sending her into the barricade.
Foote: Wasting no time getting this one going.
Alice is up and grabs JD by the head, throwing him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. JD is back to his feet but is brought down with a sling blade. Alice wraps up the champion in a Coquina Clutch. It doesn’t last long as Holmes springs off the ropes with an elbow drop into both competitors.
Sting: Gemini must have her doubts, Holmes came into the company and beat her last month… it has to have shaken her confidence a bit. So I wouldn’t be surprised if she targets JD for the pin.
Holmes pulls Alice up by her hair. She hits Alcie with a belly to belly, pulls her back up and drives her down with a half nelson suplex, picks her up once more and hits a stalling brain buster that pops the crowd. Holmes with the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: She was able to make Alice pass out at Super Saiyan 1. She’s trying her luck with a pin here, but she has to know it’s going to take a hell of a lot to put Alice down for three seconds.
Holmes pulls Alice up once more, but Alice slips her hand between Holes legs and shifts her onto her shoulders. She drives Holmes down to the mat with a Death Valley Driver. JD clubs Alice from the back.
Foote: The champion trying to stay in this one.
JD and Alice hit one another with massive blows. JD hits her with a half an half suplex, but Alice is up to her feet and delivers a running knee free of charge. When JD spins on impact Alice drags him down with a backstabber and cover.
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Holmes breaks it up.
Sting: Holmes not even willing to let the fall get to two. She has worked all year, has had an amazing rookie year and right now she just needs 3 seconds to become New World Champion.
Holmes and Gemini now exchange blows in the middle of the ring. They grapple and out of nowhere JD hits both of them with a backdrop. Then Driftwood heads to the top rope. Holmes follows him up and grabs him for a German suplex. Alice comes up behind her and sets Holmes up in a powerbomb – pulling her off the top rope causing Holmes to drag JD down with a German suplex.
Foote: The impact… JD landed on his fucking neck. He’s rolling out of the ring and Huffman is checking on his condition.
Alice and Holmes don’t give a fuck though. They are going at it in the ring, Alice getting the best of Holmes after pulling her off the top rope. Alice with a judo throw but Holmes rolls through and breaks free. She hits a dropkick pushing Alice back. Holms then nails a snap DDT and stomps on the back of the head of Alice. Holmes drags Alice to her feet and hits a chestbreaker followed by backbreaker ended with a codebreaker.
Sting: Three Knee Combo from Holmes!
Holes see JD down on the outside, Alice down in the middle of the ring and she climbs the top rope. As Alice pushes herself up with her hand the back of her head is stomped with Holmes’ two feet driving her face down into the canvas.
Foote: RED BOTTOMS!!!
Holmes flips Alice over for the cover and JJ Huffman leps into position.
Sting: Holmes is about to end her year as the New World Champion.
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3????
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: WHAT! Listen to the crowd here they are shocked. Listen to those fucking cheesy ‘This is Wrestling’ chant. Fight forever and all that bullshit!
Holmes can’t believe it. She wraps up Alice’s arms and locks in a Cattle Mutilation.
Sting: HOME SWEETER HOLMES! This is how she won the FIGHT Championship from Alice just last month and she’s going to use it again to win the top title.
Alice flights the hold screaming, Holmes locks it in deeper and deeper, but then Alice bridges up — somehow has Holmes upside down her back – she drops her with a vertebreaker.
Foote: Alice just hit JD’s finisher the FULL ON HEADER on Holmes. He secured many wins with that lets see if Alice is as lucky.
Alice knows that won't be enough, she pulls Holmes to her feet. Gemini spins Holmes around and hits the Gemini Killer. Alice makes the pin on Serenity.
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3?
A chairshot to the back of JJ Huffman’s head breaking the count.
Sting: Holy fuck, JD just craked an official with a steal chair.
JD is staggering and smiling as he pounds a chair down on the back of Gemini over and over. He pulls her to the corner and sets a chair up in front of her face. As JD is about to run for a corner cannonball Holmes smashes him with a chair of her own. Then runs and drop kicks the chair in front of Gemini right into her face.
Foote: These three doing whatever it takes to win… even murdering refs it appears.
Holmes is gaining some breath after the battle she has been through; she grabs the leg of a chair just as Alice grabs the leg of one as well. They swing at the same time and crack each other hard. Both fall to the canvas.
Sting: Everyone is out cold, even the referee.
CULT chants ring out in the arena. Holes and Alice start to stir, both grabbing chairs once again. It looks like a repeat of what just happened, but as they swing that dumb fuck JD Driftwood pops up and it hit on either side of his fat red neck skull with metal chairs. He collapses to the ground… Holes and Alice fall down across his body. Huffman crawls across the ring after finally coming to.
Foote: Both women have the New World Champion covered.
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3!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The Winner of this match and NEW NEW WORLD CHAMPION… ALICE GEMINI….
JJ Huffman raises up Alice’s hand.
Anderson: AND SERENITY HOLMES!
Foote: What the fuck…
Huffman is holding the title between Holmes and Gemini.. One of the most dangerous places to be. They both grab a side of the New World Championship and are playing a bit of tug of war. Then you can hear Karl Childers' voice ring out as he appears on stage.
Childers: Let me explain… Casanova English has decided since you both have pinned JD Driftwood at the exact same moment… Alice and Serenity will be co-champions until Ladder Day Saints where they will face off one on one in a Triple Cage Match to determine the undisputed world champion.
Sting: What a turn of events. The third time these two will meet will be at Ladder Day Saints in Quebec. And I’m being told through my headset the rematch clause will be void. This will be the last time for a while these two will meet in a CULT ring. Let's settle this once and for all.
As Holmes is distracted with Childers' announcement Gemini yanks the title from her and throws it on the ground. Gemini nails Holmes with an Emerald Flowsion!
Foote: Gemini Killer!!!!
Alice smirks as he picks up the New World Championship and raises it with one hand over the fallen Serenity Holmes.
Childers: Donnie Hopkins will be the first and only CULT member to be inducted into the Hall of Fame. Hopkins is a staple at CULT and one of the the only reasons we have been able to achieve success in such a short period of time. Donnie brough the biggest gates this company has seen with his feud against Jane Doe. He is the only man to win the New World Championship twice, main evented the first CULT show and put on some of the best matches to date. With that we welcome Donnie Hopkins to the CULT Hall of Fame!
Anderson: The following contest is an Unsanctioned Lights Out Match.
The lights go dim as the eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the arena.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage as the voice continues.
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
Anderson: First coming to the ring… “The Unprofessional” Casanova English!
The lights turn back on as Casanova English takes a long drag off his already lit cigarette, his leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders. He scowls at the crowd before Bash Daddy slowly walks from behind the curtains to join him - the towering man shirtless, wearing black jeans and a leather mask. It’s the first time in years he has been met with cheers.
Sting: This is a huge match for English. He was forced to compete here by the board to try and draw more buys and by the looks of this sold out arena I would say they were successful.
Foote: For weeks we have witnessed the build up to this match. Attacks and mind games from Datura. For over six years she has wanted to get in the ring with English and tonight she has the chance to destroy his ego, in his company, on his terms, in his country on his birthday.
English and Bash Daddy look at one another and smirk before walking down the ramp slowly. English stops to blow smoke in the general direction of some fans. Bash Daddy walks over to the corner between the guard rails and the ring. English 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 straight up into the air and tosses his coffin nail into the crowd. English laughs as people move trying to avoid the ember. Bash Daddy glares from the outside at Casanova's opponent.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring… DATURA!
“The Offering” - Sleep Token hits and Datura appears onstage in something reminiscent of a robe, a hood covering her head. She walks down the ramp to cheers and when she reaches the end she flips the hood off and pyro shoots up.
Sting: It’s judgment day for Casanova English.
Datura slides into the ring, she looks at English cocking her head to the side and smirking before backing into her corner and removing the robe to reveal her ring attire.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: This has a big match feel right now.
English and Datura pace around one another – neither willing to engage right off the get go. They lock up and Datura gets the best of English with a quick headlock takedown. She’s trying to grab an arm to weaken it, when English breaks free she grabs at the leg, but he wiggles his ankle away from her and they are eye to eye once more.
Sting: Casanova is going to have to use a lot more of his mind in this one and I know for a fact he won’t be able to out smart Datura. She is one of the best in ring workers today and that’s even with one bum knee.
English shakes his wrists and they lock up once more. Just when Datura is about to get an advantage, English drives a thumb into her eye. He hits some knees to the abdomen and goes for a spinning heel kick that Datura ducks and bicycle knee strike – then takes English down with a leaping arm bar.
Foote: She is going to find a way to remove one of the CULT owner’s limbs here tonight.
Datura tears at the arm, but English flips over – his savvy opponent just switches grip. She drives him to the canvas taking control with a diss-arm-her. English kicks his legs looking for the ropes.
Sting: No rope breaks in this one, no rules other than make your opponent quit or pin them.
English wraps his legs around the bottom rope and pulls himself out of the ring hanging Datura over the apron slightly. English hits an uppercut hard and Datura rolls to the middle o the ring giving them some space.
Foote: English regaining his composure on the outside here.
English slides back into the ring, but Datura is waiting for him. She pulls him down with a double knee arm breaker. Datura kicks the upper and lower back of English over and over. English up to his feet – and back down with a Regalplex. English scrambles to the corner – but Dsatura follows him nailing him with a kick to the side of the face.
Sting: Datura doesn’t want to give English the chance to breathe at all.
Datura has English up and hits him with a Devil Lock DDT. English’s head bounces off the canvas and Datura goes for a quick pin.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: English is known to take a bearing, you have to think Datura is just getting in the man’s head there.
Sting: English battling back with forearm after forearm now. He doesn't want to get put down in his home… he wants to show the world he still has what it takes to compete at the top level.
English charges at Datura, but she grabs him with a belly to belly using his own momentum to toss him overhead into the turnbuckles. English’s back smashes off the pads and he lands on his neck upside down in the corner. Datura finishes him off with a running shotgun dropkick.
Foote: Lady Death – right into the corner.
Sting: English doesn’t know how to deal with this at all.
Datura locks in another armbar and English cries out in pain, but manages to scramble his way out of the ring. This time Datura follows him. English hits her with a head butt a receipt from last month.
Foote: That’s right, use your head old boy.
English and Datura battle on the outside, until he get the advantage by hitting a Russian leg sweep. English looks at the metal railing and smirks; he hoists Datura up in a suplex and drops her so the back of her knees snap and bend over the railing.
Sting: Here we go he has found a strategy now. The surgically repaired knee of Datura.
English pulls Datura’s bad knee over the railing and grabs her ankle. English DDT’s the foot causing the bad knee to bend around the metal once more.
Foote: The sinister Casanova English going to work now.
English rolls Datura into the ring and pulls her toward the turnbuckle post. He gets outside the ring and pulls the knee back before slamming it into the pole five or six times – then English locks in a figure four around the turnbuckle post. Datura kicks and tries to fight as Tom Garcia asks her if she wants to call it a day. She keeps shaking her head to say no.
Sting: It looks like English has her right where he wants her now.
English is grabbing the ring steps and pulling back to put as much pressure as he can on the knee joint. Datura twists one leg free and makes English eat kicks until she breaks free – but she's holding the knee taking a moment to get up.
Foote: English thinking about his next attack as he pulls back the padding there on the outside to expose the concrete underneath.
Datura slides out of the ring to confront English, he feeds her with a few fists then a German suplex on the outside. He looks at the exposed concrete and grabs Datura – he kicks her int he gut – double underhooks locked in and nails an Angel’s Wings right onto the concrete. The crowd chants holy shit as English flips Datura over for the pin.
Foote; Existential Existence on the outside! Fall count anywhere tonight.
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3!!!
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: WHAT! That would have ended the night for literally anyone else in this game.
English shakes his head – he was hoping that onslaught would be enough. He pulls Datura up, but she pounds away with shot to the gut, backs up The Unprofessional with leg strikes. She hits some forearms, English comes with a closeline – Datura with a flapjack and when English comes down he catches his face on the corner of the steps.
Foote: English’s skull cracked wide open and he’s just pouring blood like a faucet… Tom Garcia is checking on him and he’s trying to push the ref away.
Datura grabs the back of English’s head and starts bashing it into the steps turning them red with every blow. Datura smirks and pulls English over to the railing, she puts his arms over the top and then starts nailing chop – each chop causes blood to spatter into the crowd on members of the audience.
Sting: Datura might just be cut out for this deathmatch shit.
Datura takes English over to the other railing and lights him up with more chops splattering blood into the hometown crowd. The sick fucks in the audience are just cheering on the action. Datura tosses English under the bottom rope.
Foote: English just can’t take a barrage like this like he used to.
Datura positions herself behind English and steps on their lower back to bring them to their knees. She extends both arms outward, but instead of curb-stomping, she hits a Kamigoye to the back of the head.
Sting: THE ALTAR! ENGLISH IS OUT COLD.
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KICKOUT!!!!
The crowd pops as English barely gets his shoulder off the mat in time. As that shoulder comes up Datura transitions right into an arm bar and English is screaming, blood flowing down his face and into his mouth and he tries to fight the hold.
Sting: I can’t believe he kicked out of The Altar – but he is still fighting for his life here now that Datura has locked in that arm bar.
English is pounding the mat with his free arm and flips out breaking free. He runs at Datura with the last bit of adrenaline he has.
Foote: Don’t count The Unprofessional out yet!
Datura hits Lady Death once more – the belly to belly into the turnbuckle – but somehow English lands in a seated position on the top rope. Datura is taunting like she won when English moonsaults off the top rope and into a pin.
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SHOULDERS UP!
English can’t believe it and rolls back to his feet as Datura gets up and charges at him, he manages to leap and hit the codebreaker into a triangle choke and puts it in deep. Datura flicks her arms around trying to get out – she’s twisting – but soon her body goes limp and Tom Garica pushes English off the hold.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: He’s done it with Silence of the Lamb!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… CASANOVA ENGLISH!
Sting: What… what… I cannot believe this… English just beat Datura. I didn’t think it was possible.
Foote; Sometimes the bad guy wins, sometimes he gets how own happy ending.
Datura comes to and pushes the ref away with her feet still thinking she is in the heat of battle until she sets her eyes on English.
Sting: What a fight by Datura. She literally pushed English past his limit… but somehow, someway he found a way to win. What a showing… nothing to be upset with her.
Datura and English come eye to eye in the middle of the ring once more and this time English extends his hand, the crowd cheers encouraging Datura to take it.
Sting: English has never shown any respect to anyone like this, in his over 10 years in the ring he has never extended his hand to another competitor.
Blood pours down English's face, he brushes it away with his free hand looking at Datura who eventually takes his hand and shakes it. The crowd pops huge cheering for English and Datura as he raises her hand up to the crowd.
Foote: I never thought in a million years we would see English give someone else a nod, but clearly he sees something special in Datura.
The crowd shifts to boos and with some small pockets of pops throughout as Lissie Hope slides into the ring behind English.
Sting; They don’t see Hope and it looks like she is back for some revenge. English is still on trial.
Hope kicks English in the gut, locks in the underhooks and drives him down with the facebuster. English’s bloody face smears the canvas as he lays still out cold.
Foote: CROWN OF THORNS! That BITCH Lissie Hope ruined one of the best moments in CULT history.
Sting: Are you kidding me, English cost this woman the New World Championship months ago. You get what you put out into the world.
Datura glares at Hope as the two look across the ring at one another – but Datura doesn’t stop the attack. She turns, steps between the ropes and heads to the back.
Sting: English and Datura may have earned the respect from one another but she's’ not willing to actively help the man. She knows better than anyone else he has enemies for a good reason.
Hope steps on the back of English, smearing his bloody face into the ground even more.
Foote: I’ve heard Hope wants a match with English at the Denzel Porter Invitational.. We will have to see how The CULT Leader responds in the coming days.
Hope's music plays as she leans over the ropes taunting Casanova’s hometown crowd.
Sting: For Bill Foote, and the rest of CULT this is Stacy Sting signing off… Happy New Year and we will see you all next month in Quebec for Ladder Day Saints
The lights go dim as the eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the arena.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage as the voice continues.
"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're
going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."
Anderson: First coming to the ring… “The Unprofessional” Casanova English!
The lights turn back on as Casanova English takes a long drag off his already lit cigarette, his leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders. He scowls at the crowd before Bash Daddy slowly walks from behind the curtains to join him - the towering man shirtless, wearing black jeans and a leather mask. It’s the first time in years he has been met with cheers.
Sting: This is a huge match for English. He was forced to compete here by the board to try and draw more buys and by the looks of this sold out arena I would say they were successful.
Foote: For weeks we have witnessed the build up to this match. Attacks and mind games from Datura. For over six years she has wanted to get in the ring with English and tonight she has the chance to destroy his ego, in his company, on his terms, in his country on his birthday.
English and Bash Daddy look at one another and smirk before walking down the ramp slowly. English stops to blow smoke in the general direction of some fans. Bash Daddy walks over to the corner between the guard rails and the ring. English 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 straight up into the air and tosses his coffin nail into the crowd. English laughs as people move trying to avoid the ember. Bash Daddy glares from the outside at Casanova's opponent.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring… DATURA!
“The Offering” - Sleep Token hits and Datura appears onstage in something reminiscent of a robe, a hood covering her head. She walks down the ramp to cheers and when she reaches the end she flips the hood off and pyro shoots up.
Sting: It’s judgment day for Casanova English.
Datura slides into the ring, she looks at English cocking her head to the side and smirking before backing into her corner and removing the robe to reveal her ring attire.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: This has a big match feel right now.
English and Datura pace around one another – neither willing to engage right off the get go. They lock up and Datura gets the best of English with a quick headlock takedown. She’s trying to grab an arm to weaken it, when English breaks free she grabs at the leg, but he wiggles his ankle away from her and they are eye to eye once more.
Sting: Casanova is going to have to use a lot more of his mind in this one and I know for a fact he won’t be able to out smart Datura. She is one of the best in ring workers today and that’s even with one bum knee.
English shakes his wrists and they lock up once more. Just when Datura is about to get an advantage, English drives a thumb into her eye. He hits some knees to the abdomen and goes for a spinning heel kick that Datura ducks and bicycle knee strike – then takes English down with a leaping arm bar.
Foote: She is going to find a way to remove one of the CULT owner’s limbs here tonight.
Datura tears at the arm, but English flips over – his savvy opponent just switches grip. She drives him to the canvas taking control with a diss-arm-her. English kicks his legs looking for the ropes.
Sting: No rope breaks in this one, no rules other than make your opponent quit or pin them.
English wraps his legs around the bottom rope and pulls himself out of the ring hanging Datura over the apron slightly. English hits an uppercut hard and Datura rolls to the middle o the ring giving them some space.
Foote: English regaining his composure on the outside here.
English slides back into the ring, but Datura is waiting for him. She pulls him down with a double knee arm breaker. Datura kicks the upper and lower back of English over and over. English up to his feet – and back down with a Regalplex. English scrambles to the corner – but Dsatura follows him nailing him with a kick to the side of the face.
Sting: Datura doesn’t want to give English the chance to breathe at all.
Datura has English up and hits him with a Devil Lock DDT. English’s head bounces off the canvas and Datura goes for a quick pin.
1
2
KICKOUT!
Foote: English is known to take a bearing, you have to think Datura is just getting in the man’s head there.
Sting: English battling back with forearm after forearm now. He doesn't want to get put down in his home… he wants to show the world he still has what it takes to compete at the top level.
English charges at Datura, but she grabs him with a belly to belly using his own momentum to toss him overhead into the turnbuckles. English’s back smashes off the pads and he lands on his neck upside down in the corner. Datura finishes him off with a running shotgun dropkick.
Foote: Lady Death – right into the corner.
Sting: English doesn’t know how to deal with this at all.
Datura locks in another armbar and English cries out in pain, but manages to scramble his way out of the ring. This time Datura follows him. English hits her with a head butt a receipt from last month.
Foote: That’s right, use your head old boy.
English and Datura battle on the outside, until he get the advantage by hitting a Russian leg sweep. English looks at the metal railing and smirks; he hoists Datura up in a suplex and drops her so the back of her knees snap and bend over the railing.
Sting: Here we go he has found a strategy now. The surgically repaired knee of Datura.
English pulls Datura’s bad knee over the railing and grabs her ankle. English DDT’s the foot causing the bad knee to bend around the metal once more.
Foote: The sinister Casanova English going to work now.
English rolls Datura into the ring and pulls her toward the turnbuckle post. He gets outside the ring and pulls the knee back before slamming it into the pole five or six times – then English locks in a figure four around the turnbuckle post. Datura kicks and tries to fight as Tom Garcia asks her if she wants to call it a day. She keeps shaking her head to say no.
Sting: It looks like English has her right where he wants her now.
English is grabbing the ring steps and pulling back to put as much pressure as he can on the knee joint. Datura twists one leg free and makes English eat kicks until she breaks free – but she's holding the knee taking a moment to get up.
Foote: English thinking about his next attack as he pulls back the padding there on the outside to expose the concrete underneath.
Datura slides out of the ring to confront English, he feeds her with a few fists then a German suplex on the outside. He looks at the exposed concrete and grabs Datura – he kicks her int he gut – double underhooks locked in and nails an Angel’s Wings right onto the concrete. The crowd chants holy shit as English flips Datura over for the pin.
Foote; Existential Existence on the outside! Fall count anywhere tonight.
1
2
3!!!
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: WHAT! That would have ended the night for literally anyone else in this game.
English shakes his head – he was hoping that onslaught would be enough. He pulls Datura up, but she pounds away with shot to the gut, backs up The Unprofessional with leg strikes. She hits some forearms, English comes with a closeline – Datura with a flapjack and when English comes down he catches his face on the corner of the steps.
Foote: English’s skull cracked wide open and he’s just pouring blood like a faucet… Tom Garcia is checking on him and he’s trying to push the ref away.
Datura grabs the back of English’s head and starts bashing it into the steps turning them red with every blow. Datura smirks and pulls English over to the railing, she puts his arms over the top and then starts nailing chop – each chop causes blood to spatter into the crowd on members of the audience.
Sting: Datura might just be cut out for this deathmatch shit.
Datura takes English over to the other railing and lights him up with more chops splattering blood into the hometown crowd. The sick fucks in the audience are just cheering on the action. Datura tosses English under the bottom rope.
Foote: English just can’t take a barrage like this like he used to.
Datura positions herself behind English and steps on their lower back to bring them to their knees. She extends both arms outward, but instead of curb-stomping, she hits a Kamigoye to the back of the head.
Sting: THE ALTAR! ENGLISH IS OUT COLD.
1
2
3
KICKOUT!!!!
The crowd pops as English barely gets his shoulder off the mat in time. As that shoulder comes up Datura transitions right into an arm bar and English is screaming, blood flowing down his face and into his mouth and he tries to fight the hold.
Sting: I can’t believe he kicked out of The Altar – but he is still fighting for his life here now that Datura has locked in that arm bar.
English is pounding the mat with his free arm and flips out breaking free. He runs at Datura with the last bit of adrenaline he has.
Foote: Don’t count The Unprofessional out yet!
Datura hits Lady Death once more – the belly to belly into the turnbuckle – but somehow English lands in a seated position on the top rope. Datura is taunting like she won when English moonsaults off the top rope and into a pin.
1
2
3
SHOULDERS UP!
English can’t believe it and rolls back to his feet as Datura gets up and charges at him, he manages to leap and hit the codebreaker into a triangle choke and puts it in deep. Datura flicks her arms around trying to get out – she’s twisting – but soon her body goes limp and Tom Garica pushes English off the hold.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: He’s done it with Silence of the Lamb!
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… CASANOVA ENGLISH!
Sting: What… what… I cannot believe this… English just beat Datura. I didn’t think it was possible.
Foote; Sometimes the bad guy wins, sometimes he gets how own happy ending.
Datura comes to and pushes the ref away with her feet still thinking she is in the heat of battle until she sets her eyes on English.
Sting: What a fight by Datura. She literally pushed English past his limit… but somehow, someway he found a way to win. What a showing… nothing to be upset with her.
Datura and English come eye to eye in the middle of the ring once more and this time English extends his hand, the crowd cheers encouraging Datura to take it.
Sting: English has never shown any respect to anyone like this, in his over 10 years in the ring he has never extended his hand to another competitor.
Blood pours down English's face, he brushes it away with his free hand looking at Datura who eventually takes his hand and shakes it. The crowd pops huge cheering for English and Datura as he raises her hand up to the crowd.
Foote: I never thought in a million years we would see English give someone else a nod, but clearly he sees something special in Datura.
The crowd shifts to boos and with some small pockets of pops throughout as Lissie Hope slides into the ring behind English.
Sting; They don’t see Hope and it looks like she is back for some revenge. English is still on trial.
Hope kicks English in the gut, locks in the underhooks and drives him down with the facebuster. English’s bloody face smears the canvas as he lays still out cold.
Foote: CROWN OF THORNS! That BITCH Lissie Hope ruined one of the best moments in CULT history.
Sting: Are you kidding me, English cost this woman the New World Championship months ago. You get what you put out into the world.
Datura glares at Hope as the two look across the ring at one another – but Datura doesn’t stop the attack. She turns, steps between the ropes and heads to the back.
Sting: English and Datura may have earned the respect from one another but she's’ not willing to actively help the man. She knows better than anyone else he has enemies for a good reason.
Hope steps on the back of English, smearing his bloody face into the ground even more.
Foote: I’ve heard Hope wants a match with English at the Denzel Porter Invitational.. We will have to see how The CULT Leader responds in the coming days.
Hope's music plays as she leans over the ropes taunting Casanova’s hometown crowd.
Sting: For Bill Foote, and the rest of CULT this is Stacy Sting signing off… Happy New Year and we will see you all next month in Quebec for Ladder Day Saints
