CU:LT S01E05
The camera spins around a nearly sold out Matthews Arena in Boston – some scalpers left out front getting ready to pack it in. GNPWDR by Spark Master Tape blasts through the speakers as the crowd cheers and chants for the quickly growing wrestling company taking the industry by absolute storm – everyone totally surprised it hasn’t started trading having every financial decision dictated by NASDAQ.
Sting: Welcome to the 5th show for Combat Unlimited: Lethal Trials and we are pleased to bring you a night of complete trash wrestling with gimmicks galore from a dumpster fire match to an I Quit.
Foote: We got a Kennel From Hell Match and we finish it all off with an Electric Chair Match for the New World Championship. Thanks for saving your food stamps to buy this shit for thirty bucks on this choppy ass stream on our website.
The eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family blasts out in the arena now signaling the arrival of the CU:LT Leader.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Foote: The crowd seems to be getting behind English. The man was a villain his entire career and b most standards still is – but I think this product is starting to speak for itself.
The lights come on slowly and Casanova English is standing in front of his towering muscle – Bash Daddy. English walks toward the ring and the big man saunters down the ramp behind him.
"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."
Sting: I hear English has missed the last two board meetings and there is talk of an assistant being added to ‘help’ him stay on schedule with company groth.
English takes a long drag off his cigarette. He blows toward the Miami crowd and walks up the steps and into the ring with Bash following.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen… CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
CU:LT chants ring out as English steps into the ring – Bash standing in the corner as a form of protection. The one true CU:LT Leader lifts the mic to his lips.
English: They want to see us die. They want us to be a flash in the pan so they can take every star I propped up in this company they didn’t have the guts to prior and make them into white washed versions of themselves… want to change their name and essence so they can claim a role in their glory. People said this wouldn’t last three fucking months – that we wouldn’t be churnning out world class quality show month after month after month.
Foote: He isn't wrong – but to be fair the first contract I signed was only for three months. I’m not sure he has the confidence in this that he is saying he did.
English: I’m used to it all. The second I took a hiatus in the industry a bunch of copycat killers popped up trying to wear the leather as good as I do, trying to make smoking look as cool as I do, trying to push the envelope like I have. Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery or whatever – but if there is one thing I can say with utter confidence is there is no other CU:LT wrestling and there never will be. This last four months we have cemented a legacy and tonight we add one more fucking brick to the temple which is professional wrestling.
English soaks in the cheers for a moment before continuing.
English: Tonight we settle the bullshit I am sure this audience is sick and tired of hearing. Tonight we force two of the biggest mainstream wrestlers to cut each other up in a I Quit Match. Lissie Hope and Chris Page will finally try and settle the score after months and months of trash talk, manipulation – with things getting physical at Massacre in Miami.
Foote: That’s the big money match that has this show trending on the interwebs.
English: Three Ring Barney will aim to keep their undefeated streak intact against Crawford and Cogan. Jd Driftwood will attempt to continue his trail of blood leading to the top of this company when he faces Holden Ross in a dumpster fire match.
Sting: Another two huge matches that make up this card.
English: Finally, New World Champion Jane Doe and the first man to hold that title Donnie Hopkins will face off in an electric chair match. The two have already tried to bury and drown on another and here live on PPV you all might witness the sickest events to happen inside a CU:LT ring. So sit back and relax and enjoy what others have dubbed Trash Wrestling.
With it being that simple English drops the mic and the show begins.
Sting: Welcome to the 5th show for Combat Unlimited: Lethal Trials and we are pleased to bring you a night of complete trash wrestling with gimmicks galore from a dumpster fire match to an I Quit.
Foote: We got a Kennel From Hell Match and we finish it all off with an Electric Chair Match for the New World Championship. Thanks for saving your food stamps to buy this shit for thirty bucks on this choppy ass stream on our website.
The eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family blasts out in the arena now signaling the arrival of the CU:LT Leader.
"yeah, I
remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."
Foote: The crowd seems to be getting behind English. The man was a villain his entire career and b most standards still is – but I think this product is starting to speak for itself.
The lights come on slowly and Casanova English is standing in front of his towering muscle – Bash Daddy. English walks toward the ring and the big man saunters down the ramp behind him.
"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."
Sting: I hear English has missed the last two board meetings and there is talk of an assistant being added to ‘help’ him stay on schedule with company groth.
English takes a long drag off his cigarette. He blows toward the Miami crowd and walks up the steps and into the ring with Bash following.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen… CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
CU:LT chants ring out as English steps into the ring – Bash standing in the corner as a form of protection. The one true CU:LT Leader lifts the mic to his lips.
English: They want to see us die. They want us to be a flash in the pan so they can take every star I propped up in this company they didn’t have the guts to prior and make them into white washed versions of themselves… want to change their name and essence so they can claim a role in their glory. People said this wouldn’t last three fucking months – that we wouldn’t be churnning out world class quality show month after month after month.
Foote: He isn't wrong – but to be fair the first contract I signed was only for three months. I’m not sure he has the confidence in this that he is saying he did.
English: I’m used to it all. The second I took a hiatus in the industry a bunch of copycat killers popped up trying to wear the leather as good as I do, trying to make smoking look as cool as I do, trying to push the envelope like I have. Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery or whatever – but if there is one thing I can say with utter confidence is there is no other CU:LT wrestling and there never will be. This last four months we have cemented a legacy and tonight we add one more fucking brick to the temple which is professional wrestling.
English soaks in the cheers for a moment before continuing.
English: Tonight we settle the bullshit I am sure this audience is sick and tired of hearing. Tonight we force two of the biggest mainstream wrestlers to cut each other up in a I Quit Match. Lissie Hope and Chris Page will finally try and settle the score after months and months of trash talk, manipulation – with things getting physical at Massacre in Miami.
Foote: That’s the big money match that has this show trending on the interwebs.
English: Three Ring Barney will aim to keep their undefeated streak intact against Crawford and Cogan. Jd Driftwood will attempt to continue his trail of blood leading to the top of this company when he faces Holden Ross in a dumpster fire match.
Sting: Another two huge matches that make up this card.
English: Finally, New World Champion Jane Doe and the first man to hold that title Donnie Hopkins will face off in an electric chair match. The two have already tried to bury and drown on another and here live on PPV you all might witness the sickest events to happen inside a CU:LT ring. So sit back and relax and enjoy what others have dubbed Trash Wrestling.
With it being that simple English drops the mic and the show begins.
Jason Cross is already in the ring waiting for Ace Sky – the resident underdog of CU:LT Wrestling.
Sting: Jason doesn’t look too focused tonight. The last thing he wants to do is underestimate Ace Sky.
A rocket drops from the bottom of the big screen to the stage and there is a countdown voice over from 5 which fans count down to the pod door opens and Eye In The Sky by The Alan Parsons Project hits – Ace Sky walks out in an aviator jacket and his usual in ring attire.
Anderson: Weighing in at 185lbs standing 5'8" from Houston Texas… ACE SKY!
Sting: Ace has improved every single time he is in the ring and you can feel it in the air… tonight has got to be the night.
Foote: I don’t know once again he doesn't have the size… Cross is built like a brick shit house and Ace is going to come right up against that wall.
Ace salutes a peace sign and jogs down the aisle way high-fiving as many fans as possible on both sides then he dashes forward leaps upon the apron and flings himself in with a front flip followed by a series of three front handsprings and a rolling savate kick.
DING! DING! DING!
Ace Sky starts the contest with a flying arm drag sending Jason right across the ring. Cross is up and runs toward Ace again but he is flipped over with a hurricanrana. Cross is up again, but dropped with a flying knee to the face. Then Sky hits a standing shooting star. He stands up and taunts the cheering Boston crowd.
Sting: These fans going nuts for Ace Sky.
Ace springs off the top rope with a moonsault taking Cross down once more. He is on the apron now and comes off the third rope again with a 630 splash. The crowd starts chanting holy shit as Ace holds the back of his head and goes to the corner stomping and raising his hands.
Foote: Well the little shit finally tapped into that killer instinct.
Cross on his hands and knees and Ace cartwheels, handsprings, spins and just punts his fucking head off a move out of character no one has seen from Sky. The toe of his foot catches Cross right under the jaw snapping his teeth together with a clack and his skull jerks to the ceiling violently.
Sting: All the frustration… all the work for the last five months in this company all pent up in that kick and he has knocked Cross out cold. It looks like Huffman is about to call for the bell but Ace tells him no as he goes to the top rope.
Ace comes off the top with a perfect shooting stat, tucking mid-way through and coming down across the abdomen of Cross like a frog splash right into the cover and Huffman leaps into position.
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3
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: The Galaxy Leap and HE DID IT!
Fucking streamers and shit pop off as Ace holds his head in his hands, Jason Cross laying on the mat liek a fucking corpse. Huffman raises Ace Sky’s hand as the crowd chants his name to kick off the show.
Sting: Tonight’s show is called Trash Wrestling for Garbage Humans but we just saw a highflying clinic put on by Ace Sky. He has worked his ass off for almost half a year. I only hope he can turn this into some sort of streak.
Sting: Jason doesn’t look too focused tonight. The last thing he wants to do is underestimate Ace Sky.
A rocket drops from the bottom of the big screen to the stage and there is a countdown voice over from 5 which fans count down to the pod door opens and Eye In The Sky by The Alan Parsons Project hits – Ace Sky walks out in an aviator jacket and his usual in ring attire.
Anderson: Weighing in at 185lbs standing 5'8" from Houston Texas… ACE SKY!
Sting: Ace has improved every single time he is in the ring and you can feel it in the air… tonight has got to be the night.
Foote: I don’t know once again he doesn't have the size… Cross is built like a brick shit house and Ace is going to come right up against that wall.
Ace salutes a peace sign and jogs down the aisle way high-fiving as many fans as possible on both sides then he dashes forward leaps upon the apron and flings himself in with a front flip followed by a series of three front handsprings and a rolling savate kick.
DING! DING! DING!
Ace Sky starts the contest with a flying arm drag sending Jason right across the ring. Cross is up and runs toward Ace again but he is flipped over with a hurricanrana. Cross is up again, but dropped with a flying knee to the face. Then Sky hits a standing shooting star. He stands up and taunts the cheering Boston crowd.
Sting: These fans going nuts for Ace Sky.
Ace springs off the top rope with a moonsault taking Cross down once more. He is on the apron now and comes off the third rope again with a 630 splash. The crowd starts chanting holy shit as Ace holds the back of his head and goes to the corner stomping and raising his hands.
Foote: Well the little shit finally tapped into that killer instinct.
Cross on his hands and knees and Ace cartwheels, handsprings, spins and just punts his fucking head off a move out of character no one has seen from Sky. The toe of his foot catches Cross right under the jaw snapping his teeth together with a clack and his skull jerks to the ceiling violently.
Sting: All the frustration… all the work for the last five months in this company all pent up in that kick and he has knocked Cross out cold. It looks like Huffman is about to call for the bell but Ace tells him no as he goes to the top rope.
Ace comes off the top with a perfect shooting stat, tucking mid-way through and coming down across the abdomen of Cross like a frog splash right into the cover and Huffman leaps into position.
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2
3
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: The Galaxy Leap and HE DID IT!
Fucking streamers and shit pop off as Ace holds his head in his hands, Jason Cross laying on the mat liek a fucking corpse. Huffman raises Ace Sky’s hand as the crowd chants his name to kick off the show.
Sting: Tonight’s show is called Trash Wrestling for Garbage Humans but we just saw a highflying clinic put on by Ace Sky. He has worked his ass off for almost half a year. I only hope he can turn this into some sort of streak.
Mickey Black is already in the ring stretching out much to the pleasure of the drooling Boston crowd. They have their eyes locked on her and not the glass panels in the corner of the ring or the barbed wire tables along the outside.
Foote: If I was 20 years younger…
Casey Caeser’s music hits and the crowd has a mixed reaction as he appears on stage.
Anderson: The following match is a triple threat death match. Making his way to the ring standing 5’9” and weighing 175lbs from Red Deer, Alberta, Canada Casey Caeser.
Casey has a shit ton of light tubes tapes together in a cross. He stomps to the ring with them over his shoulder like the death match messiah.
Sting: Now we are going to get into some garbage wrestling.
Casey slides in the ring and before the third participate in the match can even be announced he cracks the tower of light tubes over Black’s head dropping her to the mat. He starts jabbing the broken tubes into her forehead as the crowd boos. Casey shrugs and stomps down on Black as Tom Garcia tries to pull him off
Foote: Smart fucking man. Take Mickey out and make it a one on one march with Vebbins.
"Radio Gaga" - by Queen hits and Azurine Vebbins appears on stage got the first time in CU:LT and like a hero she sprints to the ring.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring weighing 115lbs and standing 5’4” from New Orleans, Louisiana Azurine Vebbins
Vebbins has a steal chair in hands and slides under the ropes. She seems slight hesitant bu she smashes the chair over the back of Casey three times stopping his assault on Black.
DING! DING! DING!
Casey turns around and grabs the chair preventing a third shot from the chair. Vebbins hits a standing dropkick though pushing the chair right back into the face of Casey. She follows up with a close line forcing him over to the top rope.
Sting: Azurine Vebbins coming in hot in her debut here. She might not be a deathmatch expert but she it taking it to Casey.
Black swings Vebbins around – but she kicks Black right in the gut – she runs and nails a DDT. Black back up right into a snap suplex.
Foote: Vebbins I know she used that chair earlier, but she doesn’t seem to want to engage with the deathmatch elements in this match.
Open palm strike now from Vibbens to Black – then a rolling fireman’s carry slam. She raises her hands to the cheering crowd but Casey hits her from behind with an old hollowed out acoustic guitar. Splinters fly into the air as Vebbins falls to the canvas and Casey walks over her.
Foote: She might want to stay away from some of these deathmatch items but Casey has no problem bringing them to her.
Machine gun elbows now to the face of Black. Casey hits a high drop kick then sets Black in the corner on a pane of glass. Vebbins grabs him from behind but Casey rakes the eyes and German suplexes her backwards over head through Black and the glass. Vebbins rolls out of the ring holding the back of her head. Black is in the corner now seated, glass around her face and neck and Casey runs and leaps grinding it all in riding her face with a bronco buster – little pieces of glass find their home in Black’s cheeks.
Sting: What a fucking weird pervert.
Casey drags Black out of the corner and makes the cover. Tom Garica counts it…
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BROKEN UP!
Foote: Vebbins with a elbow across the back of the neck og Casey to break that one up.
Vebbins stomps away at Casey before he is able to get to her feet. Vebbins grabs a chair and tosses it right into the face of Casey fucking Sabu style. She hits Casey with a simple scoop slam right down onto shards of glass not scattered throughout the ring.
Sting: I didn’t think Vebbins would have what it takes to compete in this brutality but she is giving it to both competitors and the crowd is loving every second of it.
Black pulls a pane of glass from the corner and somehow jams it between the ropes to keep it upright. Vebbins with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown, Black is back up and Vebbins delivers a half nelson suplex. Case up now and Vebbins throws him away with a Northern Lights Suplex. Black then stumbled into a crucifix DDT by Vebbins and she make the cover.
Foote: Jesus, she is just handing out an unlimited supply of kickass here.
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KICKOUT!!!
Sting: Now Casey and Vebbins exchanging in the middle of the ring.
Casey picked up a loose light tube and uppercuts Vebbins slipping her chin open. Vebbins staggers but picks up a chair and nails Casey with it. Casey is still up though and gets into Vebbins face – he strips of the chair pushes up up under her blood chin and hits a jawbreaker.
Foote: Death match innovation at its finest.
Casey then takes Vebbins and sends her through the pane of glass between the ropes Black set up earlier. Vebbins flies through the glass to the outside of the ring crashing through a barbedwire wrapped table. Holy shit chants ring out in the arena.
Sting: What a move there by Casey and now it is just him and black.
Casey grabs some wire and just starts whipping the back of Black over and over – her attire ripping along with it as it tears into her skin.
Foote: Casey is one sick fuck.
Casey wraps barbed wire around his own head and goes to the top rope. He comes off with a flying headbunt right onto the downed Black. Casey peels the wire off his face and then pulls Black up. He hits a standing senton on Black then heads for the top rope.
Sting: Casey has created what looks to be a small car wreck in the ring.
Casey comes off with a frog splash coming down hard across the abdomen of Black.
Foote: That’s it his finisher is hit.
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BROKEN UP!!!
Sting: Vebbins somehow just yanked Casey by the ankle at the last second and now they are battling outside the ring.
Casey and Vebbins are battling on the apron now – both of them tryin to get to the downed Black. Vebbins pushes Casey back and he starts to climb the turnbuckle – but at the second rope Vebbins hooks a fishermen suplex and takes Casey down with her off the turnbuckle to the outside of the ring, smashing Casey through another barbed wire table.
Foote: The dumps are going to take years off of all three competitors' lives.
Black has used to ropes to pull herself up – but it’s to late she turns into Vebbins who greets her with a dragon suplex into a double-handed jawbreaker.
Sting: PEARLY GATEKEEPER!!!!
She makes the cover and Garcia starts the count.
1
2
3!!!!
BROKEN UP!
Sting: Somehow Casey breaks it up.
Casey swing a chair wildly pummeling piss persistently out of Vebbins. Black is up and Casey makes her wear the chair like a choker. He swings it so hard Black's head goes right through the middle and he makes the cover.
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2
3!!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match Casey Caesar!!!!
Casey nails both his opponents with the broken chair he removes from Black. He raises it up to the crowd and slams it down as he makes his way to the back.
Foote: Close one for Casey I thought he was going to be embarrassed.
Foote: If I was 20 years younger…
Casey Caeser’s music hits and the crowd has a mixed reaction as he appears on stage.
Anderson: The following match is a triple threat death match. Making his way to the ring standing 5’9” and weighing 175lbs from Red Deer, Alberta, Canada Casey Caeser.
Casey has a shit ton of light tubes tapes together in a cross. He stomps to the ring with them over his shoulder like the death match messiah.
Sting: Now we are going to get into some garbage wrestling.
Casey slides in the ring and before the third participate in the match can even be announced he cracks the tower of light tubes over Black’s head dropping her to the mat. He starts jabbing the broken tubes into her forehead as the crowd boos. Casey shrugs and stomps down on Black as Tom Garcia tries to pull him off
Foote: Smart fucking man. Take Mickey out and make it a one on one march with Vebbins.
"Radio Gaga" - by Queen hits and Azurine Vebbins appears on stage got the first time in CU:LT and like a hero she sprints to the ring.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring weighing 115lbs and standing 5’4” from New Orleans, Louisiana Azurine Vebbins
Vebbins has a steal chair in hands and slides under the ropes. She seems slight hesitant bu she smashes the chair over the back of Casey three times stopping his assault on Black.
DING! DING! DING!
Casey turns around and grabs the chair preventing a third shot from the chair. Vebbins hits a standing dropkick though pushing the chair right back into the face of Casey. She follows up with a close line forcing him over to the top rope.
Sting: Azurine Vebbins coming in hot in her debut here. She might not be a deathmatch expert but she it taking it to Casey.
Black swings Vebbins around – but she kicks Black right in the gut – she runs and nails a DDT. Black back up right into a snap suplex.
Foote: Vebbins I know she used that chair earlier, but she doesn’t seem to want to engage with the deathmatch elements in this match.
Open palm strike now from Vibbens to Black – then a rolling fireman’s carry slam. She raises her hands to the cheering crowd but Casey hits her from behind with an old hollowed out acoustic guitar. Splinters fly into the air as Vebbins falls to the canvas and Casey walks over her.
Foote: She might want to stay away from some of these deathmatch items but Casey has no problem bringing them to her.
Machine gun elbows now to the face of Black. Casey hits a high drop kick then sets Black in the corner on a pane of glass. Vebbins grabs him from behind but Casey rakes the eyes and German suplexes her backwards over head through Black and the glass. Vebbins rolls out of the ring holding the back of her head. Black is in the corner now seated, glass around her face and neck and Casey runs and leaps grinding it all in riding her face with a bronco buster – little pieces of glass find their home in Black’s cheeks.
Sting: What a fucking weird pervert.
Casey drags Black out of the corner and makes the cover. Tom Garica counts it…
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BROKEN UP!
Foote: Vebbins with a elbow across the back of the neck og Casey to break that one up.
Vebbins stomps away at Casey before he is able to get to her feet. Vebbins grabs a chair and tosses it right into the face of Casey fucking Sabu style. She hits Casey with a simple scoop slam right down onto shards of glass not scattered throughout the ring.
Sting: I didn’t think Vebbins would have what it takes to compete in this brutality but she is giving it to both competitors and the crowd is loving every second of it.
Black pulls a pane of glass from the corner and somehow jams it between the ropes to keep it upright. Vebbins with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown, Black is back up and Vebbins delivers a half nelson suplex. Case up now and Vebbins throws him away with a Northern Lights Suplex. Black then stumbled into a crucifix DDT by Vebbins and she make the cover.
Foote: Jesus, she is just handing out an unlimited supply of kickass here.
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KICKOUT!!!
Sting: Now Casey and Vebbins exchanging in the middle of the ring.
Casey picked up a loose light tube and uppercuts Vebbins slipping her chin open. Vebbins staggers but picks up a chair and nails Casey with it. Casey is still up though and gets into Vebbins face – he strips of the chair pushes up up under her blood chin and hits a jawbreaker.
Foote: Death match innovation at its finest.
Casey then takes Vebbins and sends her through the pane of glass between the ropes Black set up earlier. Vebbins flies through the glass to the outside of the ring crashing through a barbedwire wrapped table. Holy shit chants ring out in the arena.
Sting: What a move there by Casey and now it is just him and black.
Casey grabs some wire and just starts whipping the back of Black over and over – her attire ripping along with it as it tears into her skin.
Foote: Casey is one sick fuck.
Casey wraps barbed wire around his own head and goes to the top rope. He comes off with a flying headbunt right onto the downed Black. Casey peels the wire off his face and then pulls Black up. He hits a standing senton on Black then heads for the top rope.
Sting: Casey has created what looks to be a small car wreck in the ring.
Casey comes off with a frog splash coming down hard across the abdomen of Black.
Foote: That’s it his finisher is hit.
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BROKEN UP!!!
Sting: Vebbins somehow just yanked Casey by the ankle at the last second and now they are battling outside the ring.
Casey and Vebbins are battling on the apron now – both of them tryin to get to the downed Black. Vebbins pushes Casey back and he starts to climb the turnbuckle – but at the second rope Vebbins hooks a fishermen suplex and takes Casey down with her off the turnbuckle to the outside of the ring, smashing Casey through another barbed wire table.
Foote: The dumps are going to take years off of all three competitors' lives.
Black has used to ropes to pull herself up – but it’s to late she turns into Vebbins who greets her with a dragon suplex into a double-handed jawbreaker.
Sting: PEARLY GATEKEEPER!!!!
She makes the cover and Garcia starts the count.
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3!!!!
BROKEN UP!
Sting: Somehow Casey breaks it up.
Casey swing a chair wildly pummeling piss persistently out of Vebbins. Black is up and Casey makes her wear the chair like a choker. He swings it so hard Black's head goes right through the middle and he makes the cover.
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3!!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match Casey Caesar!!!!
Casey nails both his opponents with the broken chair he removes from Black. He raises it up to the crowd and slams it down as he makes his way to the back.
Foote: Close one for Casey I thought he was going to be embarrassed.
Bash Daddy appears on the big screen – English’s gimp looked jacked up sidekick – he speaks through his leather mask.
Bash: I have been given the distinct honor of announcing the four competitors who will face off in a one night mini tournament for the new FIGHT Championship at Summer of Slam.
Sting: This is a great idea for a championship – it is named after the old fed. If people are able to defend it five times it gives them a free pass at any other title in the company.
Foote: It is going to be hard to win… no one knows who they will be mathed up in the tournament with until they are in the damn ring.
Bash: Shogun Kaiser will be the first competitor. The former Classic Champion has proved himself worthy and will be a tough competitor for other challengers to just walk through. The next competitor is Chris Page – a man I believe was undefeated in FIGHT – so let's see if he can continue his streak by winning this championship. Vhodak Black will be the third person in this one night tournament and see if she can use this as a way to climb to the top like he has so many other places. Lastly, the debuting Alice Gemini will see if she can live up to the bad bitch moniker and make a statement in CU:LT by winning a championship in her first match.
Bash pulls the FIGHT Championship out of its velvet bag and holds it up to the camera as the scene cuts back to the arena.
Bash: I have been given the distinct honor of announcing the four competitors who will face off in a one night mini tournament for the new FIGHT Championship at Summer of Slam.
Sting: This is a great idea for a championship – it is named after the old fed. If people are able to defend it five times it gives them a free pass at any other title in the company.
Foote: It is going to be hard to win… no one knows who they will be mathed up in the tournament with until they are in the damn ring.
Bash: Shogun Kaiser will be the first competitor. The former Classic Champion has proved himself worthy and will be a tough competitor for other challengers to just walk through. The next competitor is Chris Page – a man I believe was undefeated in FIGHT – so let's see if he can continue his streak by winning this championship. Vhodak Black will be the third person in this one night tournament and see if she can use this as a way to climb to the top like he has so many other places. Lastly, the debuting Alice Gemini will see if she can live up to the bad bitch moniker and make a statement in CU:LT by winning a championship in her first match.
Bash pulls the FIGHT Championship out of its velvet bag and holds it up to the camera as the scene cuts back to the arena.
“Comin’ Thru The Stereo (Hollywood Undead Feat. Hyro The Hero) hits and crowd cheers as Serena Riot walks out through the entrance and stomps toward the ring… barbed wire bat in hand.
Foote: Riot has a chip on her shoulder to say the least. She had bad luck with her teammates last month and put in a single handed effort pretty much against the entire Black family. She earned my respect, but it’s hard to say how long she is going to stick around CU:LT.
Sting: Win’t don’t come easy… we have no fucking jobbers… Hell Craig Cogan is fighting for a championship tonight.
Anderson: Standing 5’’10' weighing in at 150lbs from Cleveland, OH… SERENA RIOTTT!
Riot slides under the rope and wacks the bat against the turnbuckle a few times showing a bit of frustration before the match even starts. She seems to be talking to herself, mumbling under her breath. She tosses the bat to the outside and glares up the rampway.
Sting: I am surprised we are seeing Justin York here tonight he was in brutal match with JD Driftwood last month and fell off a 30 foot scaffold through a series of light tubes – but here he is.
The lights in the arena go completely dark as 'One for the money by Escape the Fate' hits the speakers. Only a spotlight hits the very top of the stage as you see a man standing with his back turned the back of the shirt reads 'Casino Kid'.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring… from Toronto Canada, weighing in at 1897 lbs and standing 5’11” ‘Casino Kid’ Justin York.
Pyro goes up into the air from both sides of the stage as all lights then come on and Justin York turns and begins his way down the ramp, taunting fans as he goes.
Foote: This one is going to be a dog fight.
York walks up the steps and into the ring. He eyes up Riot as JJ Huffman checks hin over for weapons.
DING! DING! DING!
Riot comes charging and York his a high dropkick – both fall but get up quick. Riot with a superkick. Riot drops a knee into the forehead of the downed York and then rubs her forearm across his forehead, racking it back and forth.
Sting: She’s taking out some pent up frustration.
Riot jumps into the air and comes down with an elbow drop into the center of York’s chest. Then she comes off the ropes and drops a leg across his throat. Riot brings York to his feet, hooks his arms and sends him flying with a butterfly suplex.
Foote: Riot taking full control of this one.
Sting: York has to be feeling the effects of the scaffold match.
York is rolling around on the mat holding his kidneys and Riot kicks him right in them. Sensing her opponent is wounded she hits backbreaker and holes York there stretching him out then she slaps the chest hard letting him free. York scrambles using the ropes to pull himself up and Riot makes him kiss the bottom of her boot.
Foote: Riot making the cover and that old fuck Huffman starts the count.
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KICKOUT!!!
Sting: Quick two count.
Riot puts two fingers in JJ Huffman’s face and he pushes back asserting himself. York hits Riot from the back with a forearm smash. York swings Riot to the ropes and catches her off guard with a kitchen sink. Then he drop kicks her in the back of the head.
Foote: York finally getting some offense in.
DDT from York now and he follows with a flipping senton. York on the apron waiting for Riot to get up and he flys springing off the top rope with a forearm smash. York up again, taunting to the crowd as he lines Riot up and nails a Canadian Destroyer.
Foote: York with the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Fast kickout by Riot.
York grabs Riot by the back of the head and pulls her up to her feet. York nails a brainbuster suplex. York covers again.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Riot sits right up after that kickout.
York tries to kick Riot in the face but she catches the foot and stand up drops York to the math with a dragon screw. Riot holds onto the ankle and kicks the back of York’s thigh a few times before locking in a figure four.
Foote: Good show of technical ability from Serena Riot there.
York reaches for the ropes – but no luck. Riot pours on the pressure trying to fucking snap York’s legs but he shifts the momentum rolling her over and reversing the pressure. Riot rolls through once more though locking York back in causing him to hit elbows on the canvas in pain – but he still refuses to tap out. York somehow manages to roll Riot once more – but it doesn’t last long Riot rolling through once more. It all appeared to be part of York’s strategy though as he wraps his hands around the ropes forcing JJ Huffman to break up the hold.
Sting: What a tremendous fight for the figure four there.
Riot with a bodyslam followed with a knee drop to the face. Riot lets York gets up and hits the ropes coming off with a huge big boot rocking York’s Jaw. He’s falling toward the ground, but Riot grabs him by the arm holding him upright – snap DDT.
Foote: Riot is just a step ahead at every point. The Casino Kid rolled fucking snake eyes tonight.
Riot up top – York stands and is taken down with driving crossbody right into a pin.
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2
3
KICKOUT!
Sting: Close one there.
York sits up but Riot locks in a dragon sleeper she calls the Blackbook. Just as it seems Riot might wrap her legs and put York out he flips backwards transitioning Riot into piledriver position and spiking her head into the ground. Both York and Riot are laid out on the mat.
Foote: What a reversal there by York. He’s been taking an ass kicking and you can see he hasn’t been recovering as quick after taking that fall last month at the hands of the SNUFF Champion.
York manages to haul himself to his feet huffing and puffing a bit holding his ribs. Riot manages to recover at the same time. York with some forearm sashes, but Riot responds with a headbutt.
Sting: This has been such a fast paced hard hitting match.
Riot with a backbreaker on York – one — two – three times. She puts his head between her legs and hooks in the butterfly – York with the backdrop preventing Riot from hitting her finisher. York swings Riot to the ropes and springs off the otherside as she comes back with a springboard cutter.
Foote: A burst here from York but you can see he is licking his wounds.
Riot is up – relentlessly hitting York with yet another body slam. She goes for the superkick but York side steps he tires of the Irish whip but Riot sends him to the ropes instead. York leaps off with a moonsault and comes back on Riot with a pin.
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3!
KICKOUT???
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: York pulled it off with a quick move. I think 9 times out of 10 Riot would have kicked out – but she was caught off guard.
Anderson: The winner of this match Justin York!
Foote: I think she let her anger at her CU:LT record had her losing focus here.
Riot pretty much throws York off of her – just a little too late. York rolls under the bottom rope while his music plays through the arena. He holds his lower back staggering up the ramp as Riot looks around the arena with the look of disgust.
Sting: Important win for York. You have to wonder if he’s trying to get back to a rematch with Driftwood.
Foote; The dumb son of a bitch barely made it out alive last time – I hope he learned his leason.
Foote: Riot has a chip on her shoulder to say the least. She had bad luck with her teammates last month and put in a single handed effort pretty much against the entire Black family. She earned my respect, but it’s hard to say how long she is going to stick around CU:LT.
Sting: Win’t don’t come easy… we have no fucking jobbers… Hell Craig Cogan is fighting for a championship tonight.
Anderson: Standing 5’’10' weighing in at 150lbs from Cleveland, OH… SERENA RIOTTT!
Riot slides under the rope and wacks the bat against the turnbuckle a few times showing a bit of frustration before the match even starts. She seems to be talking to herself, mumbling under her breath. She tosses the bat to the outside and glares up the rampway.
Sting: I am surprised we are seeing Justin York here tonight he was in brutal match with JD Driftwood last month and fell off a 30 foot scaffold through a series of light tubes – but here he is.
The lights in the arena go completely dark as 'One for the money by Escape the Fate' hits the speakers. Only a spotlight hits the very top of the stage as you see a man standing with his back turned the back of the shirt reads 'Casino Kid'.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring… from Toronto Canada, weighing in at 1897 lbs and standing 5’11” ‘Casino Kid’ Justin York.
Pyro goes up into the air from both sides of the stage as all lights then come on and Justin York turns and begins his way down the ramp, taunting fans as he goes.
Foote: This one is going to be a dog fight.
York walks up the steps and into the ring. He eyes up Riot as JJ Huffman checks hin over for weapons.
DING! DING! DING!
Riot comes charging and York his a high dropkick – both fall but get up quick. Riot with a superkick. Riot drops a knee into the forehead of the downed York and then rubs her forearm across his forehead, racking it back and forth.
Sting: She’s taking out some pent up frustration.
Riot jumps into the air and comes down with an elbow drop into the center of York’s chest. Then she comes off the ropes and drops a leg across his throat. Riot brings York to his feet, hooks his arms and sends him flying with a butterfly suplex.
Foote: Riot taking full control of this one.
Sting: York has to be feeling the effects of the scaffold match.
York is rolling around on the mat holding his kidneys and Riot kicks him right in them. Sensing her opponent is wounded she hits backbreaker and holes York there stretching him out then she slaps the chest hard letting him free. York scrambles using the ropes to pull himself up and Riot makes him kiss the bottom of her boot.
Foote: Riot making the cover and that old fuck Huffman starts the count.
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KICKOUT!!!
Sting: Quick two count.
Riot puts two fingers in JJ Huffman’s face and he pushes back asserting himself. York hits Riot from the back with a forearm smash. York swings Riot to the ropes and catches her off guard with a kitchen sink. Then he drop kicks her in the back of the head.
Foote: York finally getting some offense in.
DDT from York now and he follows with a flipping senton. York on the apron waiting for Riot to get up and he flys springing off the top rope with a forearm smash. York up again, taunting to the crowd as he lines Riot up and nails a Canadian Destroyer.
Foote: York with the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Fast kickout by Riot.
York grabs Riot by the back of the head and pulls her up to her feet. York nails a brainbuster suplex. York covers again.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Riot sits right up after that kickout.
York tries to kick Riot in the face but she catches the foot and stand up drops York to the math with a dragon screw. Riot holds onto the ankle and kicks the back of York’s thigh a few times before locking in a figure four.
Foote: Good show of technical ability from Serena Riot there.
York reaches for the ropes – but no luck. Riot pours on the pressure trying to fucking snap York’s legs but he shifts the momentum rolling her over and reversing the pressure. Riot rolls through once more though locking York back in causing him to hit elbows on the canvas in pain – but he still refuses to tap out. York somehow manages to roll Riot once more – but it doesn’t last long Riot rolling through once more. It all appeared to be part of York’s strategy though as he wraps his hands around the ropes forcing JJ Huffman to break up the hold.
Sting: What a tremendous fight for the figure four there.
Riot with a bodyslam followed with a knee drop to the face. Riot lets York gets up and hits the ropes coming off with a huge big boot rocking York’s Jaw. He’s falling toward the ground, but Riot grabs him by the arm holding him upright – snap DDT.
Foote: Riot is just a step ahead at every point. The Casino Kid rolled fucking snake eyes tonight.
Riot up top – York stands and is taken down with driving crossbody right into a pin.
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2
3
KICKOUT!
Sting: Close one there.
York sits up but Riot locks in a dragon sleeper she calls the Blackbook. Just as it seems Riot might wrap her legs and put York out he flips backwards transitioning Riot into piledriver position and spiking her head into the ground. Both York and Riot are laid out on the mat.
Foote: What a reversal there by York. He’s been taking an ass kicking and you can see he hasn’t been recovering as quick after taking that fall last month at the hands of the SNUFF Champion.
York manages to haul himself to his feet huffing and puffing a bit holding his ribs. Riot manages to recover at the same time. York with some forearm sashes, but Riot responds with a headbutt.
Sting: This has been such a fast paced hard hitting match.
Riot with a backbreaker on York – one — two – three times. She puts his head between her legs and hooks in the butterfly – York with the backdrop preventing Riot from hitting her finisher. York swings Riot to the ropes and springs off the otherside as she comes back with a springboard cutter.
Foote: A burst here from York but you can see he is licking his wounds.
Riot is up – relentlessly hitting York with yet another body slam. She goes for the superkick but York side steps he tires of the Irish whip but Riot sends him to the ropes instead. York leaps off with a moonsault and comes back on Riot with a pin.
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3!
KICKOUT???
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: York pulled it off with a quick move. I think 9 times out of 10 Riot would have kicked out – but she was caught off guard.
Anderson: The winner of this match Justin York!
Foote: I think she let her anger at her CU:LT record had her losing focus here.
Riot pretty much throws York off of her – just a little too late. York rolls under the bottom rope while his music plays through the arena. He holds his lower back staggering up the ramp as Riot looks around the arena with the look of disgust.
Sting: Important win for York. You have to wonder if he’s trying to get back to a rematch with Driftwood.
Foote; The dumb son of a bitch barely made it out alive last time – I hope he learned his leason.
Vincent and Jessie Lee are already in the middle of the ring surrounded by one cage inside of a cell. Vincent smirks looking at the cage putting his hands between the mesh and yanking on it to see how sturdy it is.
Anderson: To win this match you must escape both cages.
DING! DING! DING!
Vinny and Lee lock up and Vinny gets the advantage early hitting her with several knees to the gut. He then hits a suplex. An elbow drop into the small of Lee’s back. Vincent then ramps Lee’s head into the side of the cage – nothing fancy. He kicks her head as it’s against the cage and the crowd cheers on the vicious assault.
Sting: Vincent didn’t come to play. He is already looking past this match if you ask me – and another shot at that Classic Championship might be on order.
Vinny is just stomping the absolute piss out of Lee to the surprise of the Boston crowd who had hoped she would start off as a big player in the company.
Foote: It’s a fucking mauling… a mugging… a old fashioned Boston beatdown.
Black looks at his downed opponent and shakes his head as he calls for the cage door to be open. He steps trough to and walks around to one of the ring aprons searching underneath. He takes out an axe handle and holds it up the the cheering crowd.
Sting: Jessie trying to get back into this one – she has crawled across the ring and it halfway out the door…
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Foote: Jesus Christ, Vincet just slamming the door on Jessie’s head over and over and over this is fucked. She’s bleeding everywhere and he just dragged her out of the ring.
Black is hitting stiff shots while Jessie is on her knees. Jessie Lee flips him off and Black takes the axe handle and just pings it off her head. She falls over in a pool of blood.
Sting: You know I think we can stop it at this point.
Black bring Jessie to her feet – for a moment he just rag dolls her slamming her off either side of either cage they are stuck between – finally he nails her with a belly to belly tombstone suplex driving her head down into the ground on the crown of her head.
Foote: TWISM!!!
Black grabs a pair of bolt cutters from under the ring and slowly cuts himself out casually.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match VINCENT BLACK!
Paramedics rush in through the hole that was cut to check on Lee.
Black just casually lights a cigarette like he was out for an evening stroll and struts up the ramp.
Foote: Well English made this match with the hopes the industry would finally see a good kennel from hell match… this is his biggest failure as a booker.
Anderson: To win this match you must escape both cages.
DING! DING! DING!
Vinny and Lee lock up and Vinny gets the advantage early hitting her with several knees to the gut. He then hits a suplex. An elbow drop into the small of Lee’s back. Vincent then ramps Lee’s head into the side of the cage – nothing fancy. He kicks her head as it’s against the cage and the crowd cheers on the vicious assault.
Sting: Vincent didn’t come to play. He is already looking past this match if you ask me – and another shot at that Classic Championship might be on order.
Vinny is just stomping the absolute piss out of Lee to the surprise of the Boston crowd who had hoped she would start off as a big player in the company.
Foote: It’s a fucking mauling… a mugging… a old fashioned Boston beatdown.
Black looks at his downed opponent and shakes his head as he calls for the cage door to be open. He steps trough to and walks around to one of the ring aprons searching underneath. He takes out an axe handle and holds it up the the cheering crowd.
Sting: Jessie trying to get back into this one – she has crawled across the ring and it halfway out the door…
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Foote: Jesus Christ, Vincet just slamming the door on Jessie’s head over and over and over this is fucked. She’s bleeding everywhere and he just dragged her out of the ring.
Black is hitting stiff shots while Jessie is on her knees. Jessie Lee flips him off and Black takes the axe handle and just pings it off her head. She falls over in a pool of blood.
Sting: You know I think we can stop it at this point.
Black bring Jessie to her feet – for a moment he just rag dolls her slamming her off either side of either cage they are stuck between – finally he nails her with a belly to belly tombstone suplex driving her head down into the ground on the crown of her head.
Foote: TWISM!!!
Black grabs a pair of bolt cutters from under the ring and slowly cuts himself out casually.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match VINCENT BLACK!
Paramedics rush in through the hole that was cut to check on Lee.
Black just casually lights a cigarette like he was out for an evening stroll and struts up the ramp.
Foote: Well English made this match with the hopes the industry would finally see a good kennel from hell match… this is his biggest failure as a booker.
Foote: Well it is time for an intermission for those who have seen it, but for those who haven't we take you to the 2022 Cannabis Cup where Shogun Kaiser aimed to defend his CU:LT Classic Championship against Noah Ortega.
Sting: It’s the Cannabis Cup Bill and we are about to prove that CU:LT is more than trash wrestling. We have the CU:LT Classic Championship on the line right now.
The sounds of a horn replaying over and over on a track would take over the arena currently. Smoke slowly stared to gather along the CULT-Tron, an mempo half mask slowly appearing. Almost pulsing to the repeat of the horn, every time a letter would appear upon the screen, until the words "SHOGUN KAISER" appeared above the red mempo mask, in an eastern style of text. Suddenly the lyrics of one Big Punisher would echo about the arena hailing the introduction of the warrior soon to be joining the mayhem.
Announcer: weighing in at 240lbs standing 6’4 fighting out of Tokyo, Japan by way of Munich, Germany… he is the CU:LT Classic Champion “The Dream Shatterer” SHOGUN KAISER!
Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you see the "SK" shine off the board head
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack n*gga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't worth jack
Hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Foote: Holy fuck the longest ring entrance in the industry.
Some changes to the lyrics were used, subtle, but it was all to cater to the man who made his way out towards the stage. His short time in the states taught him one thing, the way he presented himself was everything in this industry. He worked tirelessly to make sure everything had its place, one can almost picture him practicing this entrance time and time again. First thing notable was the ring jacket he wore down to the ring. Long, and it was extravagant. Different colors of red, black, white and gold would be all over. A long golden chain, adorned with hundreds of different golden spikes would be around his neck hanging nearly to his waistline where the Classic Championship sits. He stood there, looking to the hopeful future claim for his kingdom. Stone faced only for a moment until that million dollar cocky smirk would appear on this lips. Flaring his ring jacket out behind him, he made his way down the ramp way, hands extended out to slap the hands of those who reached out towards him. All the while, the audience still being gifted by those lyrics that made a well told his story to some effort.
Sting: He does have the champion presence.
I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to your gut, medicine
Raw cure for pain I coat your brain like polyurethane
Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms
If you came to learn how to make fire, I'm-a make it burn!
Higher and hotter than lava this scholar
Is 'bout just as smart as MacGyver
To put honor inside the heart of a lion
Revolved in a life of crime
Fuck it I like the shine, Up in the white and lime
Comes with the pipe design
Plushed out! No doubt! Both pockets about to bust out
If you not in it for the spinach, GET THE FUCK OUT!
Foote: I’d rather be bludgeoned to death than hear this song again.
Up the ring steps he went, wiping those wrestling boots on the ring apron. Finally entering soon after, he moved to the middle of the ring. He looked from side to side before both arms slowly rose up and extended out to their full length. Hands moved upwards as both hands now were held up in a claw motion. This pose happen to link up with the lyrics. Gold, red, and black streamers started to rain down upon the crowd as he did so. His head still head high for a couple of more moments before he finally shifted his stance. Moving to the turnbuckle closest to the rampway, he bound up to the second rope and looked out to the crowd. Pointing to the ring, then to them, he once more executed that post. Lowering down, he turned towards the middle of the ring now. That jacket slowly sliding off of his body and tossed off to the side, his necklace removed and placed to the side as well – he unstraps the championship kisses it and hands it to the ref. Standing there in the corner, he was now seen in the entire attire, shorts and boots that matched the same color scheme as his ring jacket, even mimicking the same designs he had upon the jacket. Everything had its place, when the whole get up was placed together, it was like there wasn't a line out of place.
Announcer: And the challenger…
"Afraid of Us" by Jonwayne and Noah Ortega appears on stage… a flock of hooded people behind him. When he raises his head – his eyes meeting the camera – the flock slowly spreads out and walks back through the entrance tunnel.
Foote: This kid has all the right tools to be a star.
Announcer: From Quebec, Montreal weighing in at 186 lbs standing 5’10 he is The Leader of The Lost Generation… Noah Ortega.
Noah makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring. He gets chest to chest with the champion but the ref separates them.
Sting: Looks like Noah is ready to show what he’s got.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: These two are wasting no time.
Noah ties Shogun up with a headlock to start things off. Shogun throws him to the tops and rolls Noah up as he bounces off.
Foote: The champion going for a quick pin.
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KICKOUT!
Sting: Noah brushes that one off at an early two count. Who would have thought we would be showcasing our talent at the Cannabis Cup not even six shows in as a company.
Both men are quick to their feet and hit each other at the same time with rights. Both hit the ropes and nail a closeline at the same time laying eachother out. Noah and Shogun spring up and are eye to eye once again. A wild swing from Noah, ducked by Shogun, he throws Noah with a back suplex – Noah flips through lands on his feet. Noah with a gut kick, foot caught, Shogun pushes it up forcing Noah to lose his balance, but he back flips onto his feet then his a backflip drop kick pushing Shogun back. Shogun comes and nails a running knee in response and both take time to recover as the crowd at Cannabis Cup ring out with CU:LT chants.
Sting: We are only getting started in this CU:LT showcase and just look at the chemistry these two have.
Shogun with a superkick, Ortega side steps, he throws a haymaker, Shogun ducks grabbing Ortega by the waist and tossing him overhead with a German suplex. Ortega flips all the way over and lands on his feet. Noah runs as Shogun turns around and cracks the champion with a flying knee.
Foote: Good use of the knee there, spit flying from the champions mouth. Oh shit…
Shogun falls back between the ropes catching his thighs on the top one and slingshotting himself back into the ring with a lariat.
Foote: He just turned Noah inside out and now both men are on the canvas.
Both men meet face to face in the middle of the ring. Shogun lays a chop into the upper chest of Ortega. Noah responds with one of his own – they go back and forth until Shogun hits a European uppercut. Noah pokes the champion in the eyes and hits him with a snap suplex, floating over into a guillotine choke wrapping his legs around Shogun pulling tight.
Sting: We might have a new champion right here at the Cannabis Cup.
Shogun somehow plants his feet, he hoists Noah up who is shaking his head in disbelief as the CU:LT Classic Champion breaks the hold by suplexing him overhead with a perfect bridged pin to cover.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: What a move there by Shogun proving why he was able to beat Brandon Moore for the title at Massacre in Miami.
Shogun lays some forearms down on Ortega. The champion waits for Ortega to get to his feet. Shogun wichita dropkick followed by an Enzugiri. Noah gets to his hands and knees and The Dream Shatterer almost shatters Ortega’s skull with a punt kick but the challenger is smart enough to drop flat on his belly and roll Shogun up.
Sting: Slick move by Ortega there.
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KICKOUT!
Foote: The champ isn’t even gonna give this fucker a 2 count.
Ortega charges the champion and is stopped with a headbutt into a PK kick combo.
Sting: He calls that Amaterasu. It looks like Ortega is out cold now.
Shogun pulls Ortega up and wraps his arms around his waist. Shogun hits a German suplex, then an X-Plex and follows it all up with a Regal plex. Shogun then pulls Noah up and finishes him off with another huge combo – headbutt , then European uppercut followed by a Yakuza kick.
Foote: The Grand Line and the crowd is losing it for the champion. Noah Ortega has built a CU:LT following but Shogun is a bonafide wrestling superstar.
Shogun heads to the top rope signing for an elbow drop. Like he gets hit with a lightning bolt Ortega pops up… runs up the turnbuckle and nails a perfect Avalanche frankensteiner. Noah smirks as he uses the ropes to get to his feet holding his lower back from benign ragdolled earlier in the match.
Sting: Ortega just shifts the momentum out of nowhere. This kid is going to give it everything he has to walk away with the Classic Championship.
Ortega drops Shogun with a closeline, then nails a pitch perfect dropkick on the champion. Noah gives himself a pat on the back as he sits on the mat. Ortega kicks the champion in the lower back. He then pulls him up by the back of his neck and swings him to the corner. Ortega follows Shogun with a corner running step up kick. As Shogun staggers out of the corner Noah follows up springing off the ropes corkscrew roundhouse kick. The champion starts to fall toward the mat – but Noah keeps him up with a superkick then a spinning back kick finishing with a Pele kick.
Foote: Christ! They got more combos in the match than Taco Bell.
Sting: Shogun nailed some amazing combos and Ortega just gives it to him right back with interest.
Ortega pulls the champion up and locks him in a chin lock. Shogun shoves Noah off pushing him into the ropes and hits a beauty of a dropkick on the rebound.
Foote: Great footwork here by both competitors.
Noah pops up but is thrown back down with a Northern Lights Suplex. Shogun locks Noah up with a single leg crab – leaning low on his back. Ortega manages to get his hands on the ropes forcing Shogun to break the hold. Noah is up, but Shogun takes him higher putting him on his shoulders, but Noah slides down and he wraps up the arms of Shogun into double arm octopus stretch.
Sting: Noah proving he has all it takes to be a champion.
Shogun stays strong refusing to fall so Ortega switches position grabbing a double underhook floats over into a cross armbreaker taking them both to the mat and sinking the hold in deep. Shogun kicks for the ropes but his toes are just out of reach.
Foote: Ortega gonna rip the champ’s arm off and fuck him with it.
Just as it looks like Shogun might tap he manages to plant his feet – Ortega still yanks on the arm – but Shogun starts stomping down on his skull with his left foot forcing the challenger to let go.
Sting: Both these men are taking things to another level tonight.
Noah up hitting Shogun with rapid chops now pushing him back – Shogun responds with a forearm shiver. Ortega goes for another chop, but Shogun grabs the wrist, twists Ortega around and nails a ripcord lariat.
Foote: The Blitzkrieg… mother fucking bopped him.
Shogun makes the cover.
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3!
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: Ortega kicks out of the champion’s finisher and that has to get into his head.
Shogun pulls up Noah in frustration and swings him to the ropes – out of nowhere Noah springs off the ropes with a diving corkscrew crossbody.
Foote: Everytime you think Ortega is done.
Ortega off the top now with an Asai moonsault coming down perfectly across the abdomen of Shogun. As Shogun gets to his feet Ortega kicks him in the gut three times hard.
Sting: Shogun spitting blood onto the canvas now.
Shogun on his hands and knees again and this time Ortega smashes the champion’s face into the canvas with a stop hard on the back of the head.
Foote: Lost Souls! Ortega with a cover.
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3!
KICKOUT!
The crowd pops for Shogun as he shoots his left shoulder off the mat.
Sting: Both men just eating one another’s finishers.
Ortega punches the mat then goes to the top for a flipping stomp – but Shogun is there behind him and hits a super German suplex off the top rope – Ortega lands high on his shoulders as Shogun chants break out.
Foote: He killed that kid. Someone call his fuckin’ mom.
Shogun puts Ortega up on his shoulders, positioning him for the GTS. But Ortega snaps him back with a crucifix pin.
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3!
KICKOUT!?
Sting: What what!?
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Shogun almost kicked out – but Ortega snuck a win right there…. Shogun is shocked.
Shogun shakes his head arguing with the ref.. When Ortega hits the now former champion upside the head with the Classic Championship.
Sting: What a show of disrespect attacking after the match is over.
Announcer: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND NEW CLASSIC CHAMPION NOAHHHH ORTEGA!
Noah raises the championship in the center of the ring as his theme plays. He steps through the ropes walking toward the back – but Shogun is sitting up and keeps an eye on Noah and the championship he knows belongs to him.
The scene opens to a run down half standing cabin in the woods very similar to the Evil Dead cabin. There is a front porch with a rocking chair on it. On the front of the cabin above the front door in large red letters is CULT. All over the front of the house in white paint are the names. Justin York, Chris Page, Donnie Hopkins, Jane Doe, JD Driftwood,Jaka, Three ring Barney, Ace Sky, Max Daemon, Brandon Moore, Lissie Hope, Legion, Vincent Black, Shogun, Antonio, Charlie Crawford, Adrienne Beaufort, Adi Gold, Jason Long, Joylne Ferolino, El Dragon, Craig Cogan, Dickie Watson, Holdon Ross, Vhodka Black, Mickey Black, Noah Ortaga, Jason Cross, Casey Ceasar, Johnny Bacchus, Jessie Lee, Azurine Vebbins. The front door of the house opens as Jonny C walks out wearing combat boots, jeans and a black zip up hoodie. He walks over and sits down in the rocking chair.
Jonny C: My name is InFamous Jonny Fucking C and never in my life have I been an afterthought. Currently here in CULT that's exactly what I am. My first show I was thrown into the bring your own weapon battle royale cause they didn't know what to do with me. I lost that and failed to make a good showing. Granted I lasted longer than most people but still I lost. Next I'm thrown into a throwaway singles match with Donald and I lost that shit as well. I have failed to make a name for myself here like I should be. I'm looked at as an afterthought and that just doesn't sit well with me. I'm a former champion in almost every single fed I have ever been in and it's high fucking time I change my standing here. I'm not out here to make excuses at all. I got beat fair and square. I wasn't screwed or cheated, I was beaten plain and simple. That's the part that just doesn't sit well with me. I am better than that I've been in my own head and that stops now. I've done some soul searching this last few weeks since my L to Donnie and I think I know what the issue has been.
Jonny grabs a large black duffle bag that's on the porch next to his rocking chair. He picks in up and places the bag on his lap.
Jonny C: It's no one's fault but mine and I know that. I joined up here with CULT the fed that's known as "Trash Wrestling for Garbage People" pun fully intended. Now I'm not a death match wrestler. I'm a ring technician and always have been and didn't plan on adapting to the style here. My plan was to change this fed and play by my rules and make everyone else adapt to my style. Long story short that failed miserably in super epic fashion. I couldn't tell you the last time I lost back to back. That's all on me I know this. I fucked up plain and simple that ends right now.
Jonny unzips the duffle bag and pulls out a baseball bat that has nails driven through it and is wrapped in barbed wire. He places the bag back onto the floor of the porch next to him. He looks at the bat for a moment then kisses the barbed wire.
Jonny C: It's time that I turn over a new leaf. Time for Jonny C to embrace the darkness and enter the upside down. I need to change everything about myself if I want to hang here in CULT and that's exactly what I plan on doing. Look at me, I'm a goddamn pretty boy with no scars, no marks, no bruises or missing flesh. I've run from the violence but like Eddie Munson I will no longer run away. I will stand my ground and fight with no fear anymore. It was never the pain that kept me away from death matches or violent wrestling, it was the stigma of it all. Pain has always motivated me. If I get hit hard I try to hit back even harder. Pain doesn't bother me as much as it should. I never wanted scars all over my face and body, I wanted to look like any number of teen 90s movie heartthrobs. I have been told since I was a young boy in this business that it's a body business. It was literally beaten into me to be a winner in this world. I needed to be the best pure wrestler that's ever stepped into the ring. It's funny for as long as I can remember I have called myself InFamous but I guess I really didn't want the worst reputation. Deep down I still cared about the way my peers would see me. The shackles are off and it's time to really become InFamous. I'm a wrestling God, I can talk shit better than anyone in the world but I need more. I need to let the darkness take over and become a garbage person. Time to show the world the newest Garbage Pail Kid.
Jonny lifts the bat to his face and he bites a barb of the barbed wire. He pulls and twists the bat, breaking the bard off. He spits it into the hand not holding the bat. Jonny drops the bat and stands up out of the rocking chair. He unzips his hoodie and takes it off, throwing it onto the ground. He isn't wearing a shirt under the hoodie. He takes the metal bard from the bat and starts with his right pec and carves and I into his chest. Blood is now running down his chest. He craves an N next and continues carving letters into his chest until it says InFamous in bloody letters. He holds the bard to his lips and licks it clean. He throws the bard to the ground.
Jonny CIn the immortal words of Johnathan Davis…..Now I see the times, they change. Leaving doesn't seem so strange I am hoping I can find Where to leave my hurt behind All this shit I seem to take All alone I seem to break I have lived the best I canDoes this make me not a man? Light tubes, fire, forks, pizza cutters, bats, tables, chairs, tacs, gusset strips, chains and even the fucking kitchen sink I will use and do whatever I need to to rise to the top of the mountain here. I declared war a few weeks back and lost the first battle, and the second but I won't be detoured at all. I will see this through till the end. If you want me gone you're going to have to fucking kill me and no one, i mean NO ONE has the capability to do that. I will fight till I take my dying breath. I am a joke no more
Jonny grabs the duffle bag and bat off the ground and walks away from the house then stops and drops the bag and bat on the ground. He leans down grabbing a white cloth from the bag. He takes his hand and wipes it across his now bloody chest. He smiles then uses the white cloth to clean the blood off. He grabs a whiskey bottle with a yellow liquid in it. He unscrews the cap and tosses it away. He takes the bloody cloth and sticks it halfway into the bottle. He stands up and faces the cabin.
Jonny C: I fucking hate that I dropped 2 loses since being signed here. I hate it so fucking much. I refuse to let that happen anymore. I'm going to risk life and limb to change my standing here moving forward. Enough is enough and it's time for a change and that change starts at Summer of Slam. I wanna be a rebel I wanna break some bones Maybe they'll be yours They might be my own, can't get enough I wanna smash shit up. The era of InFamous is upon us and I am no longer chained by fear. I feel bad for everyone on the roster because no one is safe. I refuse to be an afterthought anymore. I am INFAMOUS JONNY FUCKING C and I will show the world just how much of a garbage person I can. See you all soon.
Jonny winks and blows a kiss to the camera. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gold Zippo. He smiles and lights it then holds it to the bloody cloth in the bottle. The cloth lights on fire and Jonny throws it at the CULT letters on the cabin. When the bottle hits flames explode everywhere fully engulfing the front of the cabin in flames. Jonny watches for a minute then leans down picking up the nail barbed wire baseball bat. He throws it over his shoulder and slowly walks shirtless and bloody into the woods whistling Firestarter by Prodigy as the scene fades to black.
Jonny C: My name is InFamous Jonny Fucking C and never in my life have I been an afterthought. Currently here in CULT that's exactly what I am. My first show I was thrown into the bring your own weapon battle royale cause they didn't know what to do with me. I lost that and failed to make a good showing. Granted I lasted longer than most people but still I lost. Next I'm thrown into a throwaway singles match with Donald and I lost that shit as well. I have failed to make a name for myself here like I should be. I'm looked at as an afterthought and that just doesn't sit well with me. I'm a former champion in almost every single fed I have ever been in and it's high fucking time I change my standing here. I'm not out here to make excuses at all. I got beat fair and square. I wasn't screwed or cheated, I was beaten plain and simple. That's the part that just doesn't sit well with me. I am better than that I've been in my own head and that stops now. I've done some soul searching this last few weeks since my L to Donnie and I think I know what the issue has been.
Jonny grabs a large black duffle bag that's on the porch next to his rocking chair. He picks in up and places the bag on his lap.
Jonny C: It's no one's fault but mine and I know that. I joined up here with CULT the fed that's known as "Trash Wrestling for Garbage People" pun fully intended. Now I'm not a death match wrestler. I'm a ring technician and always have been and didn't plan on adapting to the style here. My plan was to change this fed and play by my rules and make everyone else adapt to my style. Long story short that failed miserably in super epic fashion. I couldn't tell you the last time I lost back to back. That's all on me I know this. I fucked up plain and simple that ends right now.
Jonny unzips the duffle bag and pulls out a baseball bat that has nails driven through it and is wrapped in barbed wire. He places the bag back onto the floor of the porch next to him. He looks at the bat for a moment then kisses the barbed wire.
Jonny C: It's time that I turn over a new leaf. Time for Jonny C to embrace the darkness and enter the upside down. I need to change everything about myself if I want to hang here in CULT and that's exactly what I plan on doing. Look at me, I'm a goddamn pretty boy with no scars, no marks, no bruises or missing flesh. I've run from the violence but like Eddie Munson I will no longer run away. I will stand my ground and fight with no fear anymore. It was never the pain that kept me away from death matches or violent wrestling, it was the stigma of it all. Pain has always motivated me. If I get hit hard I try to hit back even harder. Pain doesn't bother me as much as it should. I never wanted scars all over my face and body, I wanted to look like any number of teen 90s movie heartthrobs. I have been told since I was a young boy in this business that it's a body business. It was literally beaten into me to be a winner in this world. I needed to be the best pure wrestler that's ever stepped into the ring. It's funny for as long as I can remember I have called myself InFamous but I guess I really didn't want the worst reputation. Deep down I still cared about the way my peers would see me. The shackles are off and it's time to really become InFamous. I'm a wrestling God, I can talk shit better than anyone in the world but I need more. I need to let the darkness take over and become a garbage person. Time to show the world the newest Garbage Pail Kid.
Jonny lifts the bat to his face and he bites a barb of the barbed wire. He pulls and twists the bat, breaking the bard off. He spits it into the hand not holding the bat. Jonny drops the bat and stands up out of the rocking chair. He unzips his hoodie and takes it off, throwing it onto the ground. He isn't wearing a shirt under the hoodie. He takes the metal bard from the bat and starts with his right pec and carves and I into his chest. Blood is now running down his chest. He craves an N next and continues carving letters into his chest until it says InFamous in bloody letters. He holds the bard to his lips and licks it clean. He throws the bard to the ground.
Jonny CIn the immortal words of Johnathan Davis…..Now I see the times, they change. Leaving doesn't seem so strange I am hoping I can find Where to leave my hurt behind All this shit I seem to take All alone I seem to break I have lived the best I canDoes this make me not a man? Light tubes, fire, forks, pizza cutters, bats, tables, chairs, tacs, gusset strips, chains and even the fucking kitchen sink I will use and do whatever I need to to rise to the top of the mountain here. I declared war a few weeks back and lost the first battle, and the second but I won't be detoured at all. I will see this through till the end. If you want me gone you're going to have to fucking kill me and no one, i mean NO ONE has the capability to do that. I will fight till I take my dying breath. I am a joke no more
Jonny grabs the duffle bag and bat off the ground and walks away from the house then stops and drops the bag and bat on the ground. He leans down grabbing a white cloth from the bag. He takes his hand and wipes it across his now bloody chest. He smiles then uses the white cloth to clean the blood off. He grabs a whiskey bottle with a yellow liquid in it. He unscrews the cap and tosses it away. He takes the bloody cloth and sticks it halfway into the bottle. He stands up and faces the cabin.
Jonny C: I fucking hate that I dropped 2 loses since being signed here. I hate it so fucking much. I refuse to let that happen anymore. I'm going to risk life and limb to change my standing here moving forward. Enough is enough and it's time for a change and that change starts at Summer of Slam. I wanna be a rebel I wanna break some bones Maybe they'll be yours They might be my own, can't get enough I wanna smash shit up. The era of InFamous is upon us and I am no longer chained by fear. I feel bad for everyone on the roster because no one is safe. I refuse to be an afterthought anymore. I am INFAMOUS JONNY FUCKING C and I will show the world just how much of a garbage person I can. See you all soon.
Jonny winks and blows a kiss to the camera. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gold Zippo. He smiles and lights it then holds it to the bloody cloth in the bottle. The cloth lights on fire and Jonny throws it at the CULT letters on the cabin. When the bottle hits flames explode everywhere fully engulfing the front of the cabin in flames. Jonny watches for a minute then leans down picking up the nail barbed wire baseball bat. He throws it over his shoulder and slowly walks shirtless and bloody into the woods whistling Firestarter by Prodigy as the scene fades to black.
Gas cans surround a large dumpster set up just off the right side of the stage. A pile of easily flammable items inside.
Anderson: The following contest if a dumpster fire match for the SNUFF Championship. The first person to put their opponent inside the dumpster and lights it on fire will walk away as champion.
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the arena is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Sting: The Human Wrecking Ball is really going to have to live up to his nickname if he thinks he is going to pry the championship from JD Driftwood.
Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in CU:LT they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. The sirens begin winding up their pitch for the second round of screaming. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white’s eyes.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring… the challenger… standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He brings his hands together in front of his chest, in a praying position. He then removes the stocking cap, chain, and jacket and tosses it out to the ring girl.
Foote: Ross seems focused on the one task here tonight. Burning JD and walking away with his first CU:LT Championship.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual hits and JD Driftwood walks out from behind the curtain and stomps toward the ring – the crowd has mixed reactions – but it seems more cheers as of late from the hardworking gritty champion.
Foote: It appears both men have decided to go with the tee and jeans look – probably to cut the risk of burns to their bare skin.
Anderson: And the challenger, coming to the ring standing 6’0 and weighing 300lbs, from Key West, FLORIDAAAAA…. He is the SNUFF CHAMPION…. JD DRIFTWOODDDD!
Foote: This guy has quite the wrap sheet, he tossed York off a scaffold last month… before that he blew Ross’s tag parter up with some fucking C4… lighting a man on fire is just another day at the office.
Driftwood steps between the ropes and drops the championship forcing referee Tom Garcia to pick it up. He goes to one side of the ring and glares atHolden waiting for the bell to ring.
Foote: Lets see em bleed!
DING! DING! DING!
Ross and Driftwood waste no time just tossing haymakers at each other… both men connecting but refusing to go down. Both men start hitting each other with headbutts the cracking of skulls echoing through the arena before Ross hits a bodyslam – the champ no sells standing right back up and getting chest to chest with the challenger and nails a body slam of his own.
Sting: Pretty even matched here… these two came to throw down.
Ross takes JD off his feet with a judo throw then hits the champion with a standing spash. He pulls JD up by the back of the head and puts him into a suplex position, but JD battles out with elbows and pulls him in, tossing the 300 pounder overhead with a belly to belly. JD flexes his muscles sarcastically.
Sting: JD Sliding out of the ring, checking under it, getting ready to do what he does best.
JD pulls out a box of old beer bottles. He sides them under the ring then unfolds the cardboard, but keeps the brown bottles in a nice pile. Ross clubs him across the back a few times. Ross grabs the wrist of JD and starts dragging him into closelines over and over – then hooks his arms in a full nelson and slms JD down on the pile of broken bottles. Some shatter, but one in particular takes a chunk out of JD’s side.
Foote: That blood is fucking dark Sting. That is never a thing you want to see.
Ref Tom Garcia wraps some duct tape around JD’s midsection to stop the bleeding. The SNUFF Champ brushes the ref off as he battles back hitting Ross with a few stiff gullet shots. JD rakes the eyes – hits the ropes – and the shoulder block does shit but wake Ross up.
Sting: Ross wants this, he has worked so hard to get this shot.
Ross with a spinning spinebuster. Ross takes the wounded JD and just fucking buckle bombs him brutally in the corner. Ross slides out of the ring and grabs a piece of barbed wire plywood and places it on top of the cornered JD – Ross blasts into the corner with a cannonball. The barbs stick and hang in JD’s shirt – some breaking through and busting his skin.
Foote: Ross just moving that big ol’ dump truck of an arse tonight.
Holden tosses JD out between the ropes and he follows him out with a suicde dive between the ropes. Ross picks up JD backdrops him on the apron then slides his body into the ring so just his neck hangs over. Ross up on the apron now comes down with a leg drop across the throat of the champion.
Sting: Old school move by Ross and effective bringing all his weight down on JD’s neck.
JD falls out of the ring to the outside – but he sticks his hand under the ring and gets his fingertips on a pizza cutter. When Holden grabs him by the head JD pushes it into the back of his knee joint trying to slice through the denim into his flesh. It’s enough to distract Ross so JD can backdrop him on the rampway.
Foote: This right here is the type of wrestling I love… hell combat I love.. Two guys beating on another back and forth giving it their all. Two slabs of meat just mashing. Too big boys boppin’ Two hosses hosing each other down with blood… it all gets me HARD!
JD is now dragging that pizza cutter all over Holden’s face – carving him up like a fucking 12-inch. JD puts the blade in the corner of the mouth of Ross as blood pours down his face filling all the scratches and cracks JD put there. JD drags the pizza cutting across the corners of Holden’s mouth and rakes back… spittling one lip pretty deep at the seam.
Sting: I think I am going to get sick. JD Driftwood is a disgusting individual.
Foote: Just be happy his violence is limited to the ring – imagine if they let these animals loose in society trying to deal with a real job. Couple bodyslams a week and that first fucker might have never went postal.
Ross is crawling up the ramp red just pouring from his fucking face as JD kicks him in the back of the head casing it to slam periodically against the ramp.
Foote: This is turning into a goddamn massacre.
Sting: No, that was the last show.
JD now just grabs the back of Holden’s face and just starts slamming it over and and over and over into the fucking ramp. Tom Garcia pull at the SNUFF Champion but he pushes him back. JD stomps the back of Holden’s head now over and over. Tom Garcia final pulls him off to check on Ross.
Foote: He said he was going to stomp his skull in and since JD Driftwood joined CU:LT he has been a man of his word to say the least.
JD shakes his head as the ref look over the barely breathing Holden Ross. Ross is wanting to continue but the ref is looking at the blood loss – suddenly JD pulls out a staple gun.
Driftwood: It ain't goin to end like that. No fucking way.
Driftwood shoots a few stay staples into the crowd.
Driftwood: We are gonna fix this boy up!
Sting: No way. Is he going to close some of those wounds?
“DR. FITWOOD” chants ring through the arena – a major typo on the initial merch for JD when he got hired. He smirks standing over JD and starts shooting staples into the big man's face and skull.
Foote: I mean I don’t believe it but it looks like Tom Garcia is shrugging it off. He rigged up Holden's face just fine.
Ross shakes his head – ironically now JD closed a few wounds he can see better. Ross hits Driftwood with a low blow. Driftwood buckles and falls to the side giving Ross enough time to turn the momentum. Ross with a pump handle driver on the champion.
Sting: JD holding his back from where he took the beer bottles earlier in the match. He felt that slam hard.
Ross charges and drives his knee into the temple of JD. Ross pt’s JD up on his shoulders and runs across the stage with a Death Valley Driver.
Foote: BLAZED!
Ross roars as he picks the champion up once more attempting to go in got the kill he puts JD up ankles to the sky in a stalling vertical suplex. Ross holds him there as the crowd counts to 25 – blood dripping out of the SNUFF Champion’s face and trickling down his chest. Holden finally slams Driftwood down.
Sting: It’s superhuman how he has the strength to do that after taking so much punishment in this fight.
Ross pulls out the fork he always carries around in his boot. He stabs it over and over into the forehead of the SNUFF Champion. Ross then pulls up JD and puts him near the edge of the stage where the dumpster sits – he lifts JD up and hits the Gonzo Bomb throwing JD down into the dumpster.
Foote: H-BOMB! We might see the first title change of the night right now.
Ross starts pouring gasoline into the dumpster. Then Ross goes back up the stage. He sees JD stirring and comes off the stage with his crossbody on top of the SNUFF Champion in the dumpster.
Sting: Ross looked like aflying Franentien’s Monster there with all the stitches in his face. Remember to win this you have to throw your opponent in the dumpster while it is on fire.
Ross and JD now are beating the hell out of each other inside the dumpster – both of them soaked in gasoline. JD smashes a beer bottle over Holden’s head. Holden snaps a plunger over Driftwood’s face. JD starts jabbing a sharp coup can into the skull of Holden – Ross screams as his flesh opens past the staples. Ross then picks up a Sega genesis and wacks the fuck out of JD over and over and over and over. Ross slams the face of JD right off the side of the dumpster and pulls up a table.
Foote: They got everything in that dumpster.
Ross puts the table across the opening of the dumpster and positions JD on top of it. Ross climbs out of the dumpster and up the stage… he looks further to the sky and starts climbing up part of the steel structure holding the big screen in place the crowd is losing it as Ross stops on a small platform about 30 feet high he looks back at Driftwood on the able over the dumpster below him.
Sting: What in the hell is Ross thinking – he is no high flier.
Foote: He’s dong whatever it takes to take out JD Driftwood.
Ross is already covered in gas put he pulls some lighter fluid out of his pocket and starts squirting it all over his clothes.
Foote: No… this crazy fuck isn’t going to…
Ross pulls a match from his pocket – ignites it and then himself – the 300 pound man leaps off with a 30 foot moonsault all for Driftwood to move out of the way at the last possible second. Ross goes through the table and into the trash – flames erupt from it as JD closes the lid to take the win.
DING! DING! DING!
As soon as the lid is closed it is ripped open by staff with fire extinguishers blasting into the flaming dumpster trying to save Holden’s life.
Sting: I will never forget what I just saw. Holden Ross put his life on the line to win the SNUFF Championship and it just didn't pay off. I hope he is able to make Summer of Slam – but I can smell burning flesh.
Anderson: The WINNER of the match and STILL SNUFF CHAMPION JD DRIFTWOOD!
JD snatches the championship from Tom Garcia and raises it up as his music plays. He looks back as stuff try to recover Holden’s body and as he turns around he is face to face with Justin York. The two are just chest to chest – neither of them saying anything. JD walks around him to the back after staring for a moment.
Foote: The champion is never safe it looks like York wants another shot… the dumb little bastard… JD just made Holden Ross BBQ.
Anderson: The following contest if a dumpster fire match for the SNUFF Championship. The first person to put their opponent inside the dumpster and lights it on fire will walk away as champion.
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the arena is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Sting: The Human Wrecking Ball is really going to have to live up to his nickname if he thinks he is going to pry the championship from JD Driftwood.
Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in CU:LT they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. The sirens begin winding up their pitch for the second round of screaming. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white’s eyes.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring… the challenger… standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He brings his hands together in front of his chest, in a praying position. He then removes the stocking cap, chain, and jacket and tosses it out to the ring girl.
Foote: Ross seems focused on the one task here tonight. Burning JD and walking away with his first CU:LT Championship.
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual hits and JD Driftwood walks out from behind the curtain and stomps toward the ring – the crowd has mixed reactions – but it seems more cheers as of late from the hardworking gritty champion.
Foote: It appears both men have decided to go with the tee and jeans look – probably to cut the risk of burns to their bare skin.
Anderson: And the challenger, coming to the ring standing 6’0 and weighing 300lbs, from Key West, FLORIDAAAAA…. He is the SNUFF CHAMPION…. JD DRIFTWOODDDD!
Foote: This guy has quite the wrap sheet, he tossed York off a scaffold last month… before that he blew Ross’s tag parter up with some fucking C4… lighting a man on fire is just another day at the office.
Driftwood steps between the ropes and drops the championship forcing referee Tom Garcia to pick it up. He goes to one side of the ring and glares atHolden waiting for the bell to ring.
Foote: Lets see em bleed!
DING! DING! DING!
Ross and Driftwood waste no time just tossing haymakers at each other… both men connecting but refusing to go down. Both men start hitting each other with headbutts the cracking of skulls echoing through the arena before Ross hits a bodyslam – the champ no sells standing right back up and getting chest to chest with the challenger and nails a body slam of his own.
Sting: Pretty even matched here… these two came to throw down.
Ross takes JD off his feet with a judo throw then hits the champion with a standing spash. He pulls JD up by the back of the head and puts him into a suplex position, but JD battles out with elbows and pulls him in, tossing the 300 pounder overhead with a belly to belly. JD flexes his muscles sarcastically.
Sting: JD Sliding out of the ring, checking under it, getting ready to do what he does best.
JD pulls out a box of old beer bottles. He sides them under the ring then unfolds the cardboard, but keeps the brown bottles in a nice pile. Ross clubs him across the back a few times. Ross grabs the wrist of JD and starts dragging him into closelines over and over – then hooks his arms in a full nelson and slms JD down on the pile of broken bottles. Some shatter, but one in particular takes a chunk out of JD’s side.
Foote: That blood is fucking dark Sting. That is never a thing you want to see.
Ref Tom Garcia wraps some duct tape around JD’s midsection to stop the bleeding. The SNUFF Champ brushes the ref off as he battles back hitting Ross with a few stiff gullet shots. JD rakes the eyes – hits the ropes – and the shoulder block does shit but wake Ross up.
Sting: Ross wants this, he has worked so hard to get this shot.
Ross with a spinning spinebuster. Ross takes the wounded JD and just fucking buckle bombs him brutally in the corner. Ross slides out of the ring and grabs a piece of barbed wire plywood and places it on top of the cornered JD – Ross blasts into the corner with a cannonball. The barbs stick and hang in JD’s shirt – some breaking through and busting his skin.
Foote: Ross just moving that big ol’ dump truck of an arse tonight.
Holden tosses JD out between the ropes and he follows him out with a suicde dive between the ropes. Ross picks up JD backdrops him on the apron then slides his body into the ring so just his neck hangs over. Ross up on the apron now comes down with a leg drop across the throat of the champion.
Sting: Old school move by Ross and effective bringing all his weight down on JD’s neck.
JD falls out of the ring to the outside – but he sticks his hand under the ring and gets his fingertips on a pizza cutter. When Holden grabs him by the head JD pushes it into the back of his knee joint trying to slice through the denim into his flesh. It’s enough to distract Ross so JD can backdrop him on the rampway.
Foote: This right here is the type of wrestling I love… hell combat I love.. Two guys beating on another back and forth giving it their all. Two slabs of meat just mashing. Too big boys boppin’ Two hosses hosing each other down with blood… it all gets me HARD!
JD is now dragging that pizza cutter all over Holden’s face – carving him up like a fucking 12-inch. JD puts the blade in the corner of the mouth of Ross as blood pours down his face filling all the scratches and cracks JD put there. JD drags the pizza cutting across the corners of Holden’s mouth and rakes back… spittling one lip pretty deep at the seam.
Sting: I think I am going to get sick. JD Driftwood is a disgusting individual.
Foote: Just be happy his violence is limited to the ring – imagine if they let these animals loose in society trying to deal with a real job. Couple bodyslams a week and that first fucker might have never went postal.
Ross is crawling up the ramp red just pouring from his fucking face as JD kicks him in the back of the head casing it to slam periodically against the ramp.
Foote: This is turning into a goddamn massacre.
Sting: No, that was the last show.
JD now just grabs the back of Holden’s face and just starts slamming it over and and over and over into the fucking ramp. Tom Garcia pull at the SNUFF Champion but he pushes him back. JD stomps the back of Holden’s head now over and over. Tom Garcia final pulls him off to check on Ross.
Foote: He said he was going to stomp his skull in and since JD Driftwood joined CU:LT he has been a man of his word to say the least.
JD shakes his head as the ref look over the barely breathing Holden Ross. Ross is wanting to continue but the ref is looking at the blood loss – suddenly JD pulls out a staple gun.
Driftwood: It ain't goin to end like that. No fucking way.
Driftwood shoots a few stay staples into the crowd.
Driftwood: We are gonna fix this boy up!
Sting: No way. Is he going to close some of those wounds?
“DR. FITWOOD” chants ring through the arena – a major typo on the initial merch for JD when he got hired. He smirks standing over JD and starts shooting staples into the big man's face and skull.
Foote: I mean I don’t believe it but it looks like Tom Garcia is shrugging it off. He rigged up Holden's face just fine.
Ross shakes his head – ironically now JD closed a few wounds he can see better. Ross hits Driftwood with a low blow. Driftwood buckles and falls to the side giving Ross enough time to turn the momentum. Ross with a pump handle driver on the champion.
Sting: JD holding his back from where he took the beer bottles earlier in the match. He felt that slam hard.
Ross charges and drives his knee into the temple of JD. Ross pt’s JD up on his shoulders and runs across the stage with a Death Valley Driver.
Foote: BLAZED!
Ross roars as he picks the champion up once more attempting to go in got the kill he puts JD up ankles to the sky in a stalling vertical suplex. Ross holds him there as the crowd counts to 25 – blood dripping out of the SNUFF Champion’s face and trickling down his chest. Holden finally slams Driftwood down.
Sting: It’s superhuman how he has the strength to do that after taking so much punishment in this fight.
Ross pulls out the fork he always carries around in his boot. He stabs it over and over into the forehead of the SNUFF Champion. Ross then pulls up JD and puts him near the edge of the stage where the dumpster sits – he lifts JD up and hits the Gonzo Bomb throwing JD down into the dumpster.
Foote: H-BOMB! We might see the first title change of the night right now.
Ross starts pouring gasoline into the dumpster. Then Ross goes back up the stage. He sees JD stirring and comes off the stage with his crossbody on top of the SNUFF Champion in the dumpster.
Sting: Ross looked like aflying Franentien’s Monster there with all the stitches in his face. Remember to win this you have to throw your opponent in the dumpster while it is on fire.
Ross and JD now are beating the hell out of each other inside the dumpster – both of them soaked in gasoline. JD smashes a beer bottle over Holden’s head. Holden snaps a plunger over Driftwood’s face. JD starts jabbing a sharp coup can into the skull of Holden – Ross screams as his flesh opens past the staples. Ross then picks up a Sega genesis and wacks the fuck out of JD over and over and over and over. Ross slams the face of JD right off the side of the dumpster and pulls up a table.
Foote: They got everything in that dumpster.
Ross puts the table across the opening of the dumpster and positions JD on top of it. Ross climbs out of the dumpster and up the stage… he looks further to the sky and starts climbing up part of the steel structure holding the big screen in place the crowd is losing it as Ross stops on a small platform about 30 feet high he looks back at Driftwood on the able over the dumpster below him.
Sting: What in the hell is Ross thinking – he is no high flier.
Foote: He’s dong whatever it takes to take out JD Driftwood.
Ross is already covered in gas put he pulls some lighter fluid out of his pocket and starts squirting it all over his clothes.
Foote: No… this crazy fuck isn’t going to…
Ross pulls a match from his pocket – ignites it and then himself – the 300 pound man leaps off with a 30 foot moonsault all for Driftwood to move out of the way at the last possible second. Ross goes through the table and into the trash – flames erupt from it as JD closes the lid to take the win.
DING! DING! DING!
As soon as the lid is closed it is ripped open by staff with fire extinguishers blasting into the flaming dumpster trying to save Holden’s life.
Sting: I will never forget what I just saw. Holden Ross put his life on the line to win the SNUFF Championship and it just didn't pay off. I hope he is able to make Summer of Slam – but I can smell burning flesh.
Anderson: The WINNER of the match and STILL SNUFF CHAMPION JD DRIFTWOOD!
JD snatches the championship from Tom Garcia and raises it up as his music plays. He looks back as stuff try to recover Holden’s body and as he turns around he is face to face with Justin York. The two are just chest to chest – neither of them saying anything. JD walks around him to the back after staring for a moment.
Foote: The champion is never safe it looks like York wants another shot… the dumb little bastard… JD just made Holden Ross BBQ.
The intro to "Unleashed" by Epica hits the speakers and the lights dim before Adrienne steps out alongside Katie.
Anderson: Introducing, from Paris. France and being accompanied by Katie Storms, "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort!
The two women share a high five before they make their way down the ramp occasionally slapping hands with fans before Adrienne rolls into the ring, Katie takes up her position at ringside whilst Adrienne poses for the fans.
Sting: You know CU:LT is a hard place for a flower to grow but somehow Adrienne is finding a way to do it.
As the drum roll of “Cherub Rock” begins, the lights in the arena die. The guitars begin, the lights flickering white in time. The song kicks into high-gear, the introduction truncated, and the lights flash with brighter intensity as the guitars get heavier and heavier, revealing the outline of a figure now standing among them. Soon, the song explodes into swing, and the lights go up, revealing Johnny Bacchus, standing on the stage, with a black baseball bat draped over his shoulders.
Sting: This guy talked a huge game last month and didn’t make a single friend.
He wears a black peacoat over a black turtleneck, and he holds the bat with his left hand, a single black leather glove concealing it. On his head, he wears a rubber Halloween gorilla mask. He reaches up to pull it off and shakes his shaggy black hair out of his face before he tosses the mask nonchalantly into the crowd.
Anderson Shepley: Making his CU:LT in ring debut, from Los Angeles, CA, weighing in at 215 lbs… he is “The Rascal King” Johnny Bacchus!
Johnny idly slaps hands or takes selfies with any appreciative fans – he blows raspberries or makes stupid faces and jerk-off motions at the less appreciative. At the base of the ring, he leans his bat against the steps before reaching up to grab the ropes and pull himself up. He vaults over the top rope and climbs the turnbuckle, taking a moment to take in the reaction of the crowd, boo or cheer. When he drops down, he pulls the peacoat off and tosses it over the top before pulling the turtleneck over his head and leaving it in the corner. Then he reclines back and awaits the match to start.
DING! DING! DING!
Off the bat Johnny hits a a hip toss – but much to his surprise – the crowd and probably Beaufort herself – she does a full front flip and lands on her feet – even pulls him over with an arm drag.
Sting: Dare I say she is getting it.
She starts lighting Johnny up with some marital arts kick, that is until he grabs a leg and takes her down with a dragon screw. Johnny lets Beaufort get back up and they tie up – Beaufort in behind him now. She hits a backdrop. Johnny back up and she throws him to the corner – she follows him in with a cartwheel but Johnny puts the breaks on turn around and fucks her life up with a leaping knee.
Foote: What a reversal by Johnny there – the second one to join the roster – we need a culling.
Johnny with a running crossbody now taking Beaufort down and senior referee JJ Huffman makes the count.
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Sting: Quick kick out by Beaufort.
Beaufort back on the attack now she hits some leg kicks. She its a superkick and Johnny bounces off the ropes – she uses that momentum to hit a suplex.
Foote: Like I say the kic is learning.
Beaufort Judo throws Johnny and locks in a triangle choke on the ground much to his surprise. He tries to roll out of it but she has it locked in tight. Eventually his toes find a bottom rope and JJ Huffman makes Beaufort break the hold.
Foote: The way this guy talked last month this should be an easy match for him.
A frustrated Johnny comes for Beaufort but she rolling him through for a surprise cover.
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Foote: Christ she almost had him.
Johnny is arguing with the ref for a moment and Beaufort with another roll up.
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Sting: She almost gets it again but Johnny just manages to kick out.
Bacchus hits a swinging neckbreaker. He pulls Beaufort back up by the neck – puts her off the ropes and hits a flapjack. Beaufort bounces off the canvas and scrambles back to her feet as Katie cringes on the outside.
Foote: Her manager does not like what she is seeing all of a sudden.
Johnny with an arm drag – then a spinebuster. He drags Beaufort to the corner seated and goes to the other corner. He leaps off the turnbuckle with a coast to coast dropkick.
Sting: He calls that The Great Leap forward.
Bacchus drags Beaufort out of the corner by her ankle and plants a boot in her chest. JJ Huffman makes the count.
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Sting: Listen to the crowd cheer for Beaufort. They love a good underdog.
Bacchus gets in the face of Huffman once again, telling him to learn how to count to three. Beaufort is up and is tapping her foot putting all her momentum into a roundhouse kick that slaps off Bacchus’ skull folding him over.
Foote: You never fuck with the ref… this count might be quicker than Johnny hoped for.
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Sting: Just stay on him! You got this.
Katie slams her fists on the mat for Beaufort to go in for the kill. Beaufort grabs the foot of Bacchus getting ready to lock in her heel hook finisher – but Johnny leaps and hits her with his other foot.
Foote: Nice escape.
Bacchus grabs Beaufort and hits a gutwrench piledriver making the young rookie go limp.
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match by pinfall JOHNNY BACCHUS!
Bacchus has his hand raised by Huffman to a cheering crowd. He reaches his hand out and shakes the hand of Beaufort before he steps through the ropes and makes his way to the back.
Sting: I think he had a lot tougher of a night than he thought he was going to have walking into this.
Anderson: Introducing, from Paris. France and being accompanied by Katie Storms, "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort!
The two women share a high five before they make their way down the ramp occasionally slapping hands with fans before Adrienne rolls into the ring, Katie takes up her position at ringside whilst Adrienne poses for the fans.
Sting: You know CU:LT is a hard place for a flower to grow but somehow Adrienne is finding a way to do it.
As the drum roll of “Cherub Rock” begins, the lights in the arena die. The guitars begin, the lights flickering white in time. The song kicks into high-gear, the introduction truncated, and the lights flash with brighter intensity as the guitars get heavier and heavier, revealing the outline of a figure now standing among them. Soon, the song explodes into swing, and the lights go up, revealing Johnny Bacchus, standing on the stage, with a black baseball bat draped over his shoulders.
Sting: This guy talked a huge game last month and didn’t make a single friend.
He wears a black peacoat over a black turtleneck, and he holds the bat with his left hand, a single black leather glove concealing it. On his head, he wears a rubber Halloween gorilla mask. He reaches up to pull it off and shakes his shaggy black hair out of his face before he tosses the mask nonchalantly into the crowd.
Anderson Shepley: Making his CU:LT in ring debut, from Los Angeles, CA, weighing in at 215 lbs… he is “The Rascal King” Johnny Bacchus!
Johnny idly slaps hands or takes selfies with any appreciative fans – he blows raspberries or makes stupid faces and jerk-off motions at the less appreciative. At the base of the ring, he leans his bat against the steps before reaching up to grab the ropes and pull himself up. He vaults over the top rope and climbs the turnbuckle, taking a moment to take in the reaction of the crowd, boo or cheer. When he drops down, he pulls the peacoat off and tosses it over the top before pulling the turtleneck over his head and leaving it in the corner. Then he reclines back and awaits the match to start.
DING! DING! DING!
Off the bat Johnny hits a a hip toss – but much to his surprise – the crowd and probably Beaufort herself – she does a full front flip and lands on her feet – even pulls him over with an arm drag.
Sting: Dare I say she is getting it.
She starts lighting Johnny up with some marital arts kick, that is until he grabs a leg and takes her down with a dragon screw. Johnny lets Beaufort get back up and they tie up – Beaufort in behind him now. She hits a backdrop. Johnny back up and she throws him to the corner – she follows him in with a cartwheel but Johnny puts the breaks on turn around and fucks her life up with a leaping knee.
Foote: What a reversal by Johnny there – the second one to join the roster – we need a culling.
Johnny with a running crossbody now taking Beaufort down and senior referee JJ Huffman makes the count.
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Sting: Quick kick out by Beaufort.
Beaufort back on the attack now she hits some leg kicks. She its a superkick and Johnny bounces off the ropes – she uses that momentum to hit a suplex.
Foote: Like I say the kic is learning.
Beaufort Judo throws Johnny and locks in a triangle choke on the ground much to his surprise. He tries to roll out of it but she has it locked in tight. Eventually his toes find a bottom rope and JJ Huffman makes Beaufort break the hold.
Foote: The way this guy talked last month this should be an easy match for him.
A frustrated Johnny comes for Beaufort but she rolling him through for a surprise cover.
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Foote: Christ she almost had him.
Johnny is arguing with the ref for a moment and Beaufort with another roll up.
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Sting: She almost gets it again but Johnny just manages to kick out.
Bacchus hits a swinging neckbreaker. He pulls Beaufort back up by the neck – puts her off the ropes and hits a flapjack. Beaufort bounces off the canvas and scrambles back to her feet as Katie cringes on the outside.
Foote: Her manager does not like what she is seeing all of a sudden.
Johnny with an arm drag – then a spinebuster. He drags Beaufort to the corner seated and goes to the other corner. He leaps off the turnbuckle with a coast to coast dropkick.
Sting: He calls that The Great Leap forward.
Bacchus drags Beaufort out of the corner by her ankle and plants a boot in her chest. JJ Huffman makes the count.
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Sting: Listen to the crowd cheer for Beaufort. They love a good underdog.
Bacchus gets in the face of Huffman once again, telling him to learn how to count to three. Beaufort is up and is tapping her foot putting all her momentum into a roundhouse kick that slaps off Bacchus’ skull folding him over.
Foote: You never fuck with the ref… this count might be quicker than Johnny hoped for.
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Sting: Just stay on him! You got this.
Katie slams her fists on the mat for Beaufort to go in for the kill. Beaufort grabs the foot of Bacchus getting ready to lock in her heel hook finisher – but Johnny leaps and hits her with his other foot.
Foote: Nice escape.
Bacchus grabs Beaufort and hits a gutwrench piledriver making the young rookie go limp.
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DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of this match by pinfall JOHNNY BACCHUS!
Bacchus has his hand raised by Huffman to a cheering crowd. He reaches his hand out and shakes the hand of Beaufort before he steps through the ropes and makes his way to the back.
Sting: I think he had a lot tougher of a night than he thought he was going to have walking into this.
Arctic Monkeys - The View From The Afternoon hits and the crowd cheers for one of CU:LT’s hottest acts a team that doesn’t really give a fuck if they appeal to the crowd or not – but have developed quite a following. Royston Popplewell, Chester Roosevelt and Luna Baby all march toward the ring -- This time Roosevelt is not holding the Double Homicide Championships over both shoulders – the titles hang high above the ring. Ladders scattered on the outside.
Anderson: This is a ladder match for the Double Homicide Championships. Now coming to the ring the championsThree Ring Barney.
Foote: Many in the industry still cannot believe Three Ring Barney found a way to beat the team of Hope and Page.
Three Ring Barney makes it to the end of the ramp. Luna Baby and Royston Popplewell climb and taunt the crowd pack. Roosevelt goes to the outside as Popplewell and Luna Baby await their opponents.
Sting: When the champions have a new strage duo to deal with.
Foote: Is Cogan still wearing that weird ass pony mask?
Anderson Shepley checks his notes then brings the mic up to his mouth.
Anderson: And now coming to the ring Team Buddy Back Pose.
A strumming guitar plays over the sound system, as the first seconds of ‘In Trouble’ by Ryan Kickland herald the arrival of Charli Crawford, who steps out onto the path that leads towards the ring. Army pants, a plain black undershirt and a dark-green shemagh tied around her neck and draped over one shoulder complete her simple outfit. Her hair is tied in thick braids, with black war-paint smeared under her eyes, traveling across the bridge of her nose in a long, unbroken line.
Anderson: Coming to the ring from Hickman County, KY weighing in at 145 lbs and standing 5’5” CHARLI CRAWFORD!
Rather than soak in the reaction or work the crowd, her eyes remain focused straight ahead. She pauses for a moment, cracking her neck to both sides.
Sting: Looks like Crawford is all business as usual tonight. We will see if she can carry Cogan to a victory.
Craig by Stephen Lynch hits and the Boston crowd pops for Craig Cogan as he appears on stage in a bloody My Little Pony mask.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring from hot off the shelf standing 6’2’ and weighing 232lbs ”The Whole Cogam” Criaig Cogan.
Foote: He’s a certified clown killer and he might just be able to do it again.
Crawford anc Cogan pose back to back as the crowd cheers before making their way to the ring.
Sting: Giving this Boston crowd what they want.
DING! DING! DING!
Roosevelt is on the outside already hammering the mat to get Luna Baby and Popplewell going. Cogan stands slightly behind Crawford as she steps to the champions.
Foote: For fuck sake Cogan do somehting.
Luna start with some stiff shin kicks and Royston nails an elbow on Crawford pushing her back. Cogan runs with a double close line screeching through his pony mask – Luna ducks it and Royston takes it across the chest and doesn’t budge. Royston grabs Cogan by the throat and just choak slams him viciously to the mat. You can hear all the air escape Cogan’s lungs as he hits the mat.
Sting: Christ I thought Royston was going to send him right through the ring.
Meanwhile Luna and Crawford are going at it. The crazy clown clawing and striking at the challenger. A wild swing by Luna is ducked and she is driven down with a reverse DDT. Crawford lets Luna up to her knees – but clocks her with a buzzsaw kick.
Foote: Trying to pop her skull with that one. I didn’t know Crawford was a clown killer too. She has to be careful though – Luna is down now but she hates violence against clowns.
Royston grabs Crawford from behind trying to sink ina cobra clutch – Crawford drops down and rolls through the big man’s legs to get free. Charli kicks Royson in the back of the knee causing him to drop down so she can lock in a sleeper hold. It’s effective for a moment but soon the big man stands up with Crawford on his back – grabs her by the back of the head and throws her off his back. Royston throws Crawford to the ropes following her in with a closeline causing her to fall in a seated position. Luna runs at Royston who throws her over his head with a belly to belly causing Baby to flip through the air perfectly and smash into the downed Crawford.
Sting: These two have stepped up their double team assaults the last few months.
Here comes the Whole Cogan – he has used his tremendously tight tenants and pristine joint sto hoist a ladder up. He runs at Royston and Luna trying to catch both of them with the ladder – but Luna leaps up and drop kicks it into his face – just as Royston boots the ladder. Cogan falls hard once again.
Foote: I worry this idiot is just never going to get it. If someone like Crawford can’t get him focused I don’t know who can.
Sting: I for one believe in Team Buddy Back Pose.
Just when Three Ring Barney thinks they have the upperhand, Crawford comes up behind Luna and German suplexes her into the ladder laid out in the ring. Royston clubs Crawford from behind, but she pulse him down with a stunner. She hits a standing DDT then locks the big man into an ankle lock.
Foote: Trying to pick at the limbs of the big man.
Luna leaps on Crawford’s back – Crawford drops the ankle of Royston and rams Luna into the turnbuckle knocking her loose. Charli takes Luna for a ride once again with three chained German suplexes finishing the last on the ladder once more. Crawford taunts to the crowd – Royston awards her with a release German of his own causing Crawford to slam into the downed ladder just like she did to Luna.
Sting: Flights with German airlines handed out everywhere and they are all crashing and burning.
Cogan finally finds a way to put those pretty popcorn muscles to use as he stars hoisting ladders over his head ans just hucking them into the ring. He catches Royston in the side of the head with one knocking him down and he has about six to seven ladders in the ring now completely burning Luna Baby. Crawford has managed to roll out of the ring to avoid ladder dodgeball.
Foote: Royston bleeding now from where the flying ladder hit.
Roosevelt has seen enough and comes marching around the ring, he shoulder blocks Cogan stopping him from tossing anymore ladders. Crawford is up on the apron though and front flips off it into Roosevelt taking him out. The crowd chants for the winner of the Ouija Board Tournament.
Sting: If Crawford can somehow turn teaming Cogan into a positive she will make history here tonight.
The crowd is cheering for Team Buddy Back Pose as they slide into the ring. Cogan and Crawford push Royston to the corner with strikes – manage to get him up on top of the turnbuckle and pull him off with a superplex taking him down onto the pile of ladders Luna is underneath.
Foote: Did Craig Cogan just kill another clown?
Roosevelt has his head in his hands on the outside as he looks to see if Luna is moving. Crawford yanks a ladder off the pile and set it up. She starts climbing and halfway up she sees Cogan trying to stop Chester from getting in the ring.
Sting: Come on Crawford might be able to grab that title and make all the bullshit worth it.
Cogan is doing a great job preventing Roosevelt from getting into the ring, but not watching Crawford’s back as Royston pulls her off with a powerbomb to the canvas. Royson brushes the blood out of his eyes and see Luna trapped under the pile trying to escape. In a fit of rage he swings Cogan around and nails a chokeslam into a sitout powerbomb!
Foote: SILENT BLISS!!!! We should start calling Royston the Mime Event.
Instead of going for the win though after destroying his two opponents he starts to dig the ladders off Luna Baby pushing a few out of the ring. While he is doing that Crawford lifts one up and drops it across his back. Luna is now free though and she superkicks between the ladder rungs right under the chin of Crawford. Luna hits the ropes and springs off with a moonsault. She places a ladder on top of Crawford. Royston puts the carcass of Cogan on top and Luna comes off the top rope with a shooting star press.
Sting: THAT is why they are the Double Homicide Champions.
Luna and Royston on either side of the ladder now as they both climb to try to get their finger back on their tag titles. Somehow Crawford is back up and yanks Royston down off the ladder. She hits him with a spinning backfist and uses her low center of gravity to whip him around with a belly to belly barley getting him off the ground.
Sting: Cogan up now and he pushes the ladder away.
Luna Baby is hanging from the Homicide Championships. She’s pulling her legs up, yanking on the belts avoiding Cogan as he claws for her legs. Eventually he grabs her ankle and yanks – Luna falls onto his shoulders and is hit with one of the sloppiest powerbombs in wrestling history.
Sting: Put the ladder up! C’mon make history. For god sake Cogan use those god damn joints and climb the fucking ladder.
Crawford sets up the ladder and Cogan starts to climb. Royston is back and he and Crawford battle it out, each of them landing strikes – every time Royston gets close to the ladder Crawford somehow pulls him back.
Foote: They are going to do it… I can’t believe it.
Suddenly Chester Roosevelt slides into the ring once more he tips the ladder over and Cogan falls hard to the outside – landing on his feet but his knees buckle.
Sting: Chester Roosevelt has won these two more matches than either of themselves have.
Foote: That’s the advantage of Three Bird Rules.
Roosevelt and Royston nail a double chokeslam on Crawford. They put the ladder in place and Royston starts to climb. Somehow Cogan slides into the ring and starts yanking at his legs. Luna Baby with a 450 splash across his back breakin it up.
Foote: It’s just completely breaking down like my dad in his late 40s.
Crawford double crossbodies Roosevelt and Royston right over the top rope her going with them. Cogan is already on the outside battling Luna and now all the members of the match and Roosevelt and brawling on the outside of the ring when the crowd pops huge.
Sting: HOLY FUCK IT IS GRAM GRAM!!!
Criag Cogan’s grandmother hops the rail – nightgown and all. She starts climbing the ladder as the crowd chants GRAM GRAM! She gets to the top and the old sack of wrinkles looks around.
Foote: She came to even the odds – she is tired of Chester Roosevelt sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.
Gram Gram fixes her glasses – eyeing up the pile of people outside the ring and comes soaring off the top with a crossbody taking everyone out – expect for Crawford who manages to side step at the last second. Gram Gram hits the ground hard – looking like a fucking crash test dummy as she lays limp face first onthe ground after colliding into her own grandson and his opponents.
Foote: The show must go on!
Crawford slides into the ring – the ladder still set up and she climbs. Crawford is laughing to herself a bit as she gets her hands on the leather straps of the Double Homicide Championships and unhooks them.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winners of the match and NEW DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS TEAM BUDDY BACK POSE!
Crawford holds the championships up overhead head sitting atop the ladder as the crowd cheers. Roosevelt on the outside is up and starts kicking the barricade in frustration. Gram Gram still looking fucking dead as Cogan ignores her complely and slides into the ring.
Sting: I am in shock that the longest title reign in CU:LT’s short history has come to an end.
Foote: Honestly great performance by Crawford. I just don’t know how long she can keep Cogan’s quality joints focused.
Crawford and Cogan hold up the championship belts – Cogan jumping for joy. Then they make either way up the ram to the back. All three members of Three Ring Barney hug it out in the ring for a moment now the emotions have subsided.
Sting: I just heard through my headset this loss means Chester Roosevelt will make his in-ring debut at Summer of Slam.
Gram Gram finally starts to move and meets Crawford and Cogan at the bottom of the ramp… the three of them walk out together to a standing ovation.
Anderson: This is a ladder match for the Double Homicide Championships. Now coming to the ring the championsThree Ring Barney.
Foote: Many in the industry still cannot believe Three Ring Barney found a way to beat the team of Hope and Page.
Three Ring Barney makes it to the end of the ramp. Luna Baby and Royston Popplewell climb and taunt the crowd pack. Roosevelt goes to the outside as Popplewell and Luna Baby await their opponents.
Sting: When the champions have a new strage duo to deal with.
Foote: Is Cogan still wearing that weird ass pony mask?
Anderson Shepley checks his notes then brings the mic up to his mouth.
Anderson: And now coming to the ring Team Buddy Back Pose.
A strumming guitar plays over the sound system, as the first seconds of ‘In Trouble’ by Ryan Kickland herald the arrival of Charli Crawford, who steps out onto the path that leads towards the ring. Army pants, a plain black undershirt and a dark-green shemagh tied around her neck and draped over one shoulder complete her simple outfit. Her hair is tied in thick braids, with black war-paint smeared under her eyes, traveling across the bridge of her nose in a long, unbroken line.
Anderson: Coming to the ring from Hickman County, KY weighing in at 145 lbs and standing 5’5” CHARLI CRAWFORD!
Rather than soak in the reaction or work the crowd, her eyes remain focused straight ahead. She pauses for a moment, cracking her neck to both sides.
Sting: Looks like Crawford is all business as usual tonight. We will see if she can carry Cogan to a victory.
Craig by Stephen Lynch hits and the Boston crowd pops for Craig Cogan as he appears on stage in a bloody My Little Pony mask.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring from hot off the shelf standing 6’2’ and weighing 232lbs ”The Whole Cogam” Criaig Cogan.
Foote: He’s a certified clown killer and he might just be able to do it again.
Crawford anc Cogan pose back to back as the crowd cheers before making their way to the ring.
Sting: Giving this Boston crowd what they want.
DING! DING! DING!
Roosevelt is on the outside already hammering the mat to get Luna Baby and Popplewell going. Cogan stands slightly behind Crawford as she steps to the champions.
Foote: For fuck sake Cogan do somehting.
Luna start with some stiff shin kicks and Royston nails an elbow on Crawford pushing her back. Cogan runs with a double close line screeching through his pony mask – Luna ducks it and Royston takes it across the chest and doesn’t budge. Royston grabs Cogan by the throat and just choak slams him viciously to the mat. You can hear all the air escape Cogan’s lungs as he hits the mat.
Sting: Christ I thought Royston was going to send him right through the ring.
Meanwhile Luna and Crawford are going at it. The crazy clown clawing and striking at the challenger. A wild swing by Luna is ducked and she is driven down with a reverse DDT. Crawford lets Luna up to her knees – but clocks her with a buzzsaw kick.
Foote: Trying to pop her skull with that one. I didn’t know Crawford was a clown killer too. She has to be careful though – Luna is down now but she hates violence against clowns.
Royston grabs Crawford from behind trying to sink ina cobra clutch – Crawford drops down and rolls through the big man’s legs to get free. Charli kicks Royson in the back of the knee causing him to drop down so she can lock in a sleeper hold. It’s effective for a moment but soon the big man stands up with Crawford on his back – grabs her by the back of the head and throws her off his back. Royston throws Crawford to the ropes following her in with a closeline causing her to fall in a seated position. Luna runs at Royston who throws her over his head with a belly to belly causing Baby to flip through the air perfectly and smash into the downed Crawford.
Sting: These two have stepped up their double team assaults the last few months.
Here comes the Whole Cogan – he has used his tremendously tight tenants and pristine joint sto hoist a ladder up. He runs at Royston and Luna trying to catch both of them with the ladder – but Luna leaps up and drop kicks it into his face – just as Royston boots the ladder. Cogan falls hard once again.
Foote: I worry this idiot is just never going to get it. If someone like Crawford can’t get him focused I don’t know who can.
Sting: I for one believe in Team Buddy Back Pose.
Just when Three Ring Barney thinks they have the upperhand, Crawford comes up behind Luna and German suplexes her into the ladder laid out in the ring. Royston clubs Crawford from behind, but she pulse him down with a stunner. She hits a standing DDT then locks the big man into an ankle lock.
Foote: Trying to pick at the limbs of the big man.
Luna leaps on Crawford’s back – Crawford drops the ankle of Royston and rams Luna into the turnbuckle knocking her loose. Charli takes Luna for a ride once again with three chained German suplexes finishing the last on the ladder once more. Crawford taunts to the crowd – Royston awards her with a release German of his own causing Crawford to slam into the downed ladder just like she did to Luna.
Sting: Flights with German airlines handed out everywhere and they are all crashing and burning.
Cogan finally finds a way to put those pretty popcorn muscles to use as he stars hoisting ladders over his head ans just hucking them into the ring. He catches Royston in the side of the head with one knocking him down and he has about six to seven ladders in the ring now completely burning Luna Baby. Crawford has managed to roll out of the ring to avoid ladder dodgeball.
Foote: Royston bleeding now from where the flying ladder hit.
Roosevelt has seen enough and comes marching around the ring, he shoulder blocks Cogan stopping him from tossing anymore ladders. Crawford is up on the apron though and front flips off it into Roosevelt taking him out. The crowd chants for the winner of the Ouija Board Tournament.
Sting: If Crawford can somehow turn teaming Cogan into a positive she will make history here tonight.
The crowd is cheering for Team Buddy Back Pose as they slide into the ring. Cogan and Crawford push Royston to the corner with strikes – manage to get him up on top of the turnbuckle and pull him off with a superplex taking him down onto the pile of ladders Luna is underneath.
Foote: Did Craig Cogan just kill another clown?
Roosevelt has his head in his hands on the outside as he looks to see if Luna is moving. Crawford yanks a ladder off the pile and set it up. She starts climbing and halfway up she sees Cogan trying to stop Chester from getting in the ring.
Sting: Come on Crawford might be able to grab that title and make all the bullshit worth it.
Cogan is doing a great job preventing Roosevelt from getting into the ring, but not watching Crawford’s back as Royston pulls her off with a powerbomb to the canvas. Royson brushes the blood out of his eyes and see Luna trapped under the pile trying to escape. In a fit of rage he swings Cogan around and nails a chokeslam into a sitout powerbomb!
Foote: SILENT BLISS!!!! We should start calling Royston the Mime Event.
Instead of going for the win though after destroying his two opponents he starts to dig the ladders off Luna Baby pushing a few out of the ring. While he is doing that Crawford lifts one up and drops it across his back. Luna is now free though and she superkicks between the ladder rungs right under the chin of Crawford. Luna hits the ropes and springs off with a moonsault. She places a ladder on top of Crawford. Royston puts the carcass of Cogan on top and Luna comes off the top rope with a shooting star press.
Sting: THAT is why they are the Double Homicide Champions.
Luna and Royston on either side of the ladder now as they both climb to try to get their finger back on their tag titles. Somehow Crawford is back up and yanks Royston down off the ladder. She hits him with a spinning backfist and uses her low center of gravity to whip him around with a belly to belly barley getting him off the ground.
Sting: Cogan up now and he pushes the ladder away.
Luna Baby is hanging from the Homicide Championships. She’s pulling her legs up, yanking on the belts avoiding Cogan as he claws for her legs. Eventually he grabs her ankle and yanks – Luna falls onto his shoulders and is hit with one of the sloppiest powerbombs in wrestling history.
Sting: Put the ladder up! C’mon make history. For god sake Cogan use those god damn joints and climb the fucking ladder.
Crawford sets up the ladder and Cogan starts to climb. Royston is back and he and Crawford battle it out, each of them landing strikes – every time Royston gets close to the ladder Crawford somehow pulls him back.
Foote: They are going to do it… I can’t believe it.
Suddenly Chester Roosevelt slides into the ring once more he tips the ladder over and Cogan falls hard to the outside – landing on his feet but his knees buckle.
Sting: Chester Roosevelt has won these two more matches than either of themselves have.
Foote: That’s the advantage of Three Bird Rules.
Roosevelt and Royston nail a double chokeslam on Crawford. They put the ladder in place and Royston starts to climb. Somehow Cogan slides into the ring and starts yanking at his legs. Luna Baby with a 450 splash across his back breakin it up.
Foote: It’s just completely breaking down like my dad in his late 40s.
Crawford double crossbodies Roosevelt and Royston right over the top rope her going with them. Cogan is already on the outside battling Luna and now all the members of the match and Roosevelt and brawling on the outside of the ring when the crowd pops huge.
Sting: HOLY FUCK IT IS GRAM GRAM!!!
Criag Cogan’s grandmother hops the rail – nightgown and all. She starts climbing the ladder as the crowd chants GRAM GRAM! She gets to the top and the old sack of wrinkles looks around.
Foote: She came to even the odds – she is tired of Chester Roosevelt sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.
Gram Gram fixes her glasses – eyeing up the pile of people outside the ring and comes soaring off the top with a crossbody taking everyone out – expect for Crawford who manages to side step at the last second. Gram Gram hits the ground hard – looking like a fucking crash test dummy as she lays limp face first onthe ground after colliding into her own grandson and his opponents.
Foote: The show must go on!
Crawford slides into the ring – the ladder still set up and she climbs. Crawford is laughing to herself a bit as she gets her hands on the leather straps of the Double Homicide Championships and unhooks them.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winners of the match and NEW DOUBLE HOMICIDE CHAMPIONS TEAM BUDDY BACK POSE!
Crawford holds the championships up overhead head sitting atop the ladder as the crowd cheers. Roosevelt on the outside is up and starts kicking the barricade in frustration. Gram Gram still looking fucking dead as Cogan ignores her complely and slides into the ring.
Sting: I am in shock that the longest title reign in CU:LT’s short history has come to an end.
Foote: Honestly great performance by Crawford. I just don’t know how long she can keep Cogan’s quality joints focused.
Crawford and Cogan hold up the championship belts – Cogan jumping for joy. Then they make either way up the ram to the back. All three members of Three Ring Barney hug it out in the ring for a moment now the emotions have subsided.
Sting: I just heard through my headset this loss means Chester Roosevelt will make his in-ring debut at Summer of Slam.
Gram Gram finally starts to move and meets Crawford and Cogan at the bottom of the ramp… the three of them walk out together to a standing ovation.
Sting: We are just about ready for what is arguably the BIGGEST match ever booked by Cassanova English. It’s Chris Page versus Lissie Hope. One of these two is going to say the words “I Quit”.
Foote: This issue has been ongoing for months that started outside of CU:LT but no other federation was able to put this match together. In just a few minutes we are going to see an epic clash of styles but only one of them is going to leave with pride in check.
We get a focused shot on the ring and our ring announcer.
Anderson: The following contest is the I QUIT match!
The crowd pops big for the announcement.
Foote: This issue has been ongoing for months that started outside of CU:LT but no other federation was able to put this match together. In just a few minutes we are going to see an epic clash of styles but only one of them is going to leave with pride in check.
We get a focused shot on the ring and our ring announcer.
Anderson: The following contest is the I QUIT match!
The crowd pops big for the announcement.
The heavy synths of "You'll Miss Me When I'm Not Around" by Grimes begins. The child-like adlibs and the booming bass shakes the seats underneath each audience member. They rise to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of former four-time World Champion, "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope!
I shot myself yesterday / got to Heaven anyway
The crowd jumps out of their seats as Grimes' continues to sing into the pre-chorus. The anticipation is growing, and the cheers start to crescendo.
If you don't bleed / then you don't die
Cross my heart / and hope to fly
Finally, the curtains spread and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, standing for a moment and appreciating all of the cheers being levied in her direction.
If they could see me now / smiling six-feet underground
She notices signs of support in the front rows, and she acknowledges those young fans with high-fives. She sprints down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. She bounces to her feet and raises her arms to the crowd.
You'll miss me when I'm not around
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, from New Orleans, Louisiana... standing 5'4" and weighing 143 pounds... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!
She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Hero" tee-shirt, revealing a black Under Armour exercise top and black and pink workout pants. She tosses the shirt into front rows, watching the fans fight over the memorabilia. Climbing the corner to acknowledge the fans, the song fades to a hush and she awaits the opening bell.
I shot myself yesterday / got to Heaven anyway
The crowd jumps out of their seats as Grimes' continues to sing into the pre-chorus. The anticipation is growing, and the cheers start to crescendo.
If you don't bleed / then you don't die
Cross my heart / and hope to fly
Finally, the curtains spread and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, standing for a moment and appreciating all of the cheers being levied in her direction.
If they could see me now / smiling six-feet underground
She notices signs of support in the front rows, and she acknowledges those young fans with high-fives. She sprints down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. She bounces to her feet and raises her arms to the crowd.
You'll miss me when I'm not around
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, from New Orleans, Louisiana... standing 5'4" and weighing 143 pounds... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!
She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Hero" tee-shirt, revealing a black Under Armour exercise top and black and pink workout pants. She tosses the shirt into front rows, watching the fans fight over the memorabilia. Climbing the corner to acknowledge the fans, the song fades to a hush and she awaits the opening bell.
The crowd erupts as the countdown clock ticks away to zero before breaking into “Judas” by Fozzy.
Anderson: Her opponent, about to make his to the ring hailing from Tampa, Florida by way of Detroit, Michigan, he stands in at 6’4, weighing in tonight at 229 pounds, he is THE FACE OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE!
A single spotlight hits the top of the ramp drawing a louder reception of respect from the crowd. Chris stands at the top of the ramp with his eyes laser-focused on Lissie in the ring. He removes his leather jacket revealing heavily taped ribs.
Foote: It was last Sunday Night at the Cannabis Cup that CCP survived and defeated Corey Black in a Death Match for the ages, but what kind of toll has that taken on Page here tonight? We are about to find out in just a matter of minutes.
Chris Page starts to make the walk toward the ring at a slow, methodical pace as Lissie paces back and forth across the mat eager to get things started. We see fans along the way to ringside bowing down as he passes by which brings a smirk to Chris’s face as there are some intelligent fans still in existence.
Sting: This one has the attention of the wrestling world, no doubt.
Chris reaches ringside where he makes his way up to steel steps to the ring apron. He blows a kiss at Lissie before stepping through the ropes. The music fades away leaving the crowd to sing the chorus of Judas before erupting with a huge ovation that breaks out into chanting of CCP! CCP! CCP!
The referee calls for the opening bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Here we go!
Sting: The time is now! It’s Page vs Hope! I QUIT!
The crowd is at a fever pitch as Page and Hope stare across the ring from each other for several seconds allowing the anticipation from the crowd to reach a higher level before they start to walk out toward the center of the ring. Page and Hope start jaw-jacking in the ring where Hope flips Page off drawing a sly smile from Page who steps back and crotch chops Lissie! The crowd pops for both participants as they circle each other before locking up. Page muscles Hope back into a neutral corner where he holds her back against the buckles. He pats her on the right side of the cheek. Page backs out to the center of the ring calling Lissie out.
Foote: Chris is already toying with Lissie in the opening minute of the match. I’m not so sure that’s a wise choice to make.
Lissie comes out from the corner where they circle each other once again and they look to lock up that Lissie evades via a duck under and with Page spinning around Lissie superkicks Page in the right side of the ribcage and into the cracked ribs dropping Page immediately to one knee as he clutches at the right side of his body. Hope immediately looks for a Roundhouse Kick to the head! Page ducks the kick and as Lissie spins around Page steps up locking in a front waist lock where he sends Lissie sailing over head with a Release Belly-to-Belly suplex!
Lissie hits the mat hard as she rolls out to the floor.
Page rolls out after her where he spins her around delivering a stiff knife-edge chop across her chest of Hope. He takes her by the head and hair looking to drive it into the top of the ring steps! Hope blocks with her hand and counters with an elbow into the left side of Page’s ribs breaking his grasp! Hope drives a boot to the ribs of Page before sending him crashing into the steel steps!
Sting: Lissie has been preparing for this for months. She is going to exploit any advantage and under the structure of I QUIT rules, it’s all legal!
Hope tosses the ring apron back pulling out a steel chair! She gets to her feet holding it up in the air for all to see. Page is pushing himself up to his feet and as he stands up Lissie jabs him with the head of the chair in the ribs! Page’s legs go out from under him as he drops to both knees on the floor where Hope waffles him across the back sending Page face-first on the floor.
Foote: It didn’t take long for weapons to get involved.
Sting: Lissie has evil intentions with that chair!
The referee is in position on the floor with a microphone where he asks Page to quit.
CHRIS PAGE: No!
Lissie rolls Page over onto his back where she stands over him and repeatedly drives the head of the chair down into the ribs with shot after shot after shot after shot!
Foote: Hope is relentless with her onslaught on Chris Page!
Hope tosses the chair into the ring as the referee starts asking Page to quit before placing the microphone down by his lips. This time Page doesn’t answer, he shoves the microphone away. Lissie reaches down snatching Page up by his ponytail. She sends him back into the ring. Hope climbs up on the ring apron where she starts to climb up to the top turnbuckle. Inside the ring we see Chris pushing himself up to one knee before managing to get back to his feet where he clutches his ribs as he sucks wind. Lissie measures Page where she leaps off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick… that Page side steps sending Hope crashing down to the mat! Page lands a running Mafia Kick to the face of Hope as she is getting to one knee knocking her backward to the mat. Chris’s eyes drift toward the chair. He picks it up off the mat while the referee asks Lissie to quit but before he can put the microphone to her lips Page kicks the microphone out of his hand.
Sting: Page has other intentions.
Lissie starts getting back up to her feet where Page takes the chair and smacks Hope in the skull with such force the chair dents as Lissie crumbles to the mat Page drops the chair as Hope has been busted wide open with the sheer force of steel meeting skull. The referee with the microphone in hand starts asking Lissie to quit. He places the microphone down by her lips which garners no response as Page drops down to the mat applying a Japanese Armbar! He cranks on her arm and shoulder of Hope as the referee starts asking her to quit. Blood flows down Lissie’s face as she manages to answer.
LISSIE HOPE: GO TO HELL!
Foote: You heard that straight from Hope’s mouth!
Chris continues to crank on the Japanese Armbar while Lissie is able to reach back with her free hand and gouges the eyes of Page causing the hold to be broken! Page rolls out to the floor while trying to get sight back while in the ring Lissie pulls herself back up to her feet, she charges toward the ropes with a Tope over the top rope crashing down on top of Page as he turns toward the apron! Both Page and Hope hit the floor with a thud! The crowd roars loudly while Lissie is getting back to her feet. She pulls herself up using the guardrail where she starts stomping violently down on the cracked ribs of Page!
Sting: Got to give to Lissie knowing that Page is injured she is pinpointing the ribs at all costs!
Foote: I don’t blame her.
Lissie pivots her attention toward the ring where she tosses the apron back and pulls out a Ladder! Hope slides the Ladder into the ring before turning her attention back toward Page as the referee asks him to surrender only this time it’s Hope who shoves the referee out of the way where she picks Page up and sends him back into the ring. Hope slides into the ring after Page where she picks up the Ladder and leans it back against a neutral corner. Hope takes Page by both legs where she catapults Page face and sternum first off the Ladder! Chris bounces off the Ladder back out toward the center of the ring and into an Abdominal Stretch by Hope!
She stretches the ribcage of Page who agonizes in pain!
The referee asks Page to surrender and puts the microphone in his mouth.
CHRIS PAGE: FUCK YOU!
With the abdominal stretch locked in on Page, we see Lissie start driving the point of her elbow into the cracked ribs of Page! Repeated shot after shot! The pain starts to get to Page as he beings to fade! The referee asks Page to surrender once more only to see Page give a last-ditch effort with a hip toss takeover only it see Lissie land on her feet! Lissie swings with a wild right hand that Page blocks!
Chris fakes a right hand causing Lissie to duck her head where he drives her into the mat with a DDT!
Foote: What a heads-up move by Page!
Chris rolls Lissie over onto her back where he starts choking her with both hands across her throat! He squeezes her windpipe before transitioning into a mount position where he starts biting her bloody forehead of Hope! Chris Page releases his chompers as he slowly starts working his way back to his feet. He sees the Ladder in the corner. Page staggers toward the corner where he picks up the ladder and lays it flat on the canvass.
Page pivots attention toward Hope. He reaches down picking her up off the mat where he drives her violently on the Ladder with a non-rope-assisted Spinbuser Slam!
Sting: Oh my!
Hope rolls off the ladder clutching at her lower back while Page winces in pain just having to muster the strength to deliver the move.
Foote: You have to think that Page is struggling here with the injuries sustained just last week to Corey Black.
Sting: The fact he showed up tonight speaks volumes, but it doesn’t change that the longer this goes the more it’s got to favor Hope.
Chris starts to get back to his feet where he reaches down to pick up the Ladder but drops it because he just can’t lift it up. Page calls an audible as he turns back around picking up Lissie. He latches onto a back waist lock where he looks for a German Suplex. Lissie counters with a side elbow to the temple breaking the grip of Page! Lissie follows up with a Bicycle kick to the ribs dropping Page where he stands! Lissie wipes the blood away from her face before taking Page by the legs where she locks in a high-angle Boston Crab! The crowd starts cheering as the referee slides into position asking Page to surrender!
CHRIS PAGE: NOT ON YOUR LIFE!
Lissie cranks back harder on the legs stretching the spine and ribs of Page!
Sting: Page is in a bad way as Hope as him locked in the center of the ring!
Foote: Definitely not the position you want to find yourself in with busted ribs!
The referee continues to ask Page to surrender into the microphone and Page continues to refuse before Page rolls through countering with an Ankle Lock! The referee starts asking Hope to quit!
LISSIE HOPE: NEVER!
She emphatically states while Page cranks on her ankle. Hope starts pushing herself up off the mat enough to roll through the ankle lock while transitioning into a Crippler Crossface! Hope locks down the right arm and starts cranking on the arm and shoulder! The referee asks Page into the microphone to surrender!
CHRIS PAGE: NOOOO!!!
Hope cranks back harder and harder on the Crippler Crossface as Page tries to find an escape! Page shakes off the referee asking him to quit before gouging the eyes of Hope to break the hold! Chris rolls out to the floor where he drops to one knee. He reaches under the ring pulling out a six-foot piece of barbed wire! Chris rolls back into the ring with the piece of Barbed Wire.
Sting: There’s no telling how far either of these two is going to go if it means making the other say I Quit!
Page pulls himself up using the ropes, he wraps the Barbed Wire around his right elbow as we see Lissie getting back to her feet as well where she walks into a Judas Effect elbow strike with the wrapped barbed wire arm of Page!
Foote: The sheer hatred and hostility is boiling over here at Trash Wrestling!
Page unwraps his arm which now bleeds from several slices from the shards of Barbed Wire. Lissie lays on the mat, her eyes starting to glaze over as the referee asks to quit. She shakes off the referee while her face is a crimon mask. Page looks at the Barbed Wire and then down at Hope before dropping the Barbed Wire on the mat. He limps toward the ropes where he drops down to the mat and rolls back out to the floor on the other side of the ring.
Sting: Page doesn’t .look like he’s done.
Chris goes under the ring pulling out four light tubes that are taped together with duct tape.
Foote: Oh no, here we go!
Page rolls back into the ring where he once again uses the ropes to help him get to his feet where he holds up the light tubes to a pop from the crowd. Lissie gets to her knees, Page comes forward looking to smash the tubes over her head when she lands a LOW BLOW!
Page drops the light tubes while falling backward to the mat!
Sting: LISSIE HAS THE LIGHT TUBES!
Hope is back up as she lets out a vengeful scream and shatters the light tubes across the forehead of Page! The crowd roars with a “HOLY SHIT” chant as Page has been busted wide open! Lisses as the taped end of the tubes! She gets Page to his knees, stands behind him and starts slicing into his forehead with the light tubes!
The referee asks Page to quit but he is ignored!
Hope finally staggers backward as a bloody Page falls forward to the mat.
Foote: Lissie Hope can get just as nasty as anyone else!
Lissie staggers toward a downed Page. He drops down to the mat and locks in her Triangle Choke! Blood pours from Page’s forehead as Hope synches it in! The referee is in position asking Page to quit! He doesn’t respond as he waves off the referee as the unrelenting Hope continues the pressure!
The referee asks again as Page is starting to fade.
Hope cranks on the Triangle as the referee asks again, and again Page doesn’t respond. The referee is about to call for the bell when Page comes up to his knees, and with all the strength he can muster gets his feet underneath him and counters as he hoists Hope up in the air and powerbombs her down on top of the ladder!
The sickening sound of body on metal echoes throughout the area!
Foote: Lissie Hope might have just broken her back!
Page collapses to the mat.
Sting: Was that all Chris Page has left in the tank?
Lissie rolls off the ladder onto her stomach while we see Page inching his way toward the barbed wire. He grabs an end of it and pulls it toward him before crawling toward Hope. Chris wraps the barbed wire around Lissie’s forehead and starts pulling back!
Sting: Who knew a company like CU:LT would push these two mainstream stars into deforming one another.
The barbed wire cuts into her flesh as she screams out in agonizing pain!
The referee slides into positon putting the microphone in front of Lissie’s lips as she screams out in sheer pain. Hope manages to push herself off the mat an over on top of Page transitioning back into the Triangle Choke while in the process of the transition the barbed wire entangled around Lissie’s head and throat while Page hasn’t let go!
Foote: These two are going to fucking kill eachother.
Lissie has the Triangle while Page has the barbed wire choking Lissie out while she tries to choke Page out!
DING! DING! DING!
And he does…
The ref calls for the bell – and Lissie Hope releases the hold her music echoing through the entire arena. The crowd cheering – standing and clapping for both wrestlers.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… LISSIE HOPE!!!
Sting: She did it! Lissie Hope ONCE again proves she deserves to be the number one contender for the New World Championship… meanwhile Page is coming to…
Page doesn’t realize the match is over screaming at the ref that he didn’t quit. The ref tries to explain to him he passed out as Lissie Hope looks at him shaking her head as she steps between the ropes and staggers up the ramp holding her ribs and back from the brutal brawl.
Anderson: Her opponent, about to make his to the ring hailing from Tampa, Florida by way of Detroit, Michigan, he stands in at 6’4, weighing in tonight at 229 pounds, he is THE FACE OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE!
A single spotlight hits the top of the ramp drawing a louder reception of respect from the crowd. Chris stands at the top of the ramp with his eyes laser-focused on Lissie in the ring. He removes his leather jacket revealing heavily taped ribs.
Foote: It was last Sunday Night at the Cannabis Cup that CCP survived and defeated Corey Black in a Death Match for the ages, but what kind of toll has that taken on Page here tonight? We are about to find out in just a matter of minutes.
Chris Page starts to make the walk toward the ring at a slow, methodical pace as Lissie paces back and forth across the mat eager to get things started. We see fans along the way to ringside bowing down as he passes by which brings a smirk to Chris’s face as there are some intelligent fans still in existence.
Sting: This one has the attention of the wrestling world, no doubt.
Chris reaches ringside where he makes his way up to steel steps to the ring apron. He blows a kiss at Lissie before stepping through the ropes. The music fades away leaving the crowd to sing the chorus of Judas before erupting with a huge ovation that breaks out into chanting of CCP! CCP! CCP!
The referee calls for the opening bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: Here we go!
Sting: The time is now! It’s Page vs Hope! I QUIT!
The crowd is at a fever pitch as Page and Hope stare across the ring from each other for several seconds allowing the anticipation from the crowd to reach a higher level before they start to walk out toward the center of the ring. Page and Hope start jaw-jacking in the ring where Hope flips Page off drawing a sly smile from Page who steps back and crotch chops Lissie! The crowd pops for both participants as they circle each other before locking up. Page muscles Hope back into a neutral corner where he holds her back against the buckles. He pats her on the right side of the cheek. Page backs out to the center of the ring calling Lissie out.
Foote: Chris is already toying with Lissie in the opening minute of the match. I’m not so sure that’s a wise choice to make.
Lissie comes out from the corner where they circle each other once again and they look to lock up that Lissie evades via a duck under and with Page spinning around Lissie superkicks Page in the right side of the ribcage and into the cracked ribs dropping Page immediately to one knee as he clutches at the right side of his body. Hope immediately looks for a Roundhouse Kick to the head! Page ducks the kick and as Lissie spins around Page steps up locking in a front waist lock where he sends Lissie sailing over head with a Release Belly-to-Belly suplex!
Lissie hits the mat hard as she rolls out to the floor.
Page rolls out after her where he spins her around delivering a stiff knife-edge chop across her chest of Hope. He takes her by the head and hair looking to drive it into the top of the ring steps! Hope blocks with her hand and counters with an elbow into the left side of Page’s ribs breaking his grasp! Hope drives a boot to the ribs of Page before sending him crashing into the steel steps!
Sting: Lissie has been preparing for this for months. She is going to exploit any advantage and under the structure of I QUIT rules, it’s all legal!
Hope tosses the ring apron back pulling out a steel chair! She gets to her feet holding it up in the air for all to see. Page is pushing himself up to his feet and as he stands up Lissie jabs him with the head of the chair in the ribs! Page’s legs go out from under him as he drops to both knees on the floor where Hope waffles him across the back sending Page face-first on the floor.
Foote: It didn’t take long for weapons to get involved.
Sting: Lissie has evil intentions with that chair!
The referee is in position on the floor with a microphone where he asks Page to quit.
CHRIS PAGE: No!
Lissie rolls Page over onto his back where she stands over him and repeatedly drives the head of the chair down into the ribs with shot after shot after shot after shot!
Foote: Hope is relentless with her onslaught on Chris Page!
Hope tosses the chair into the ring as the referee starts asking Page to quit before placing the microphone down by his lips. This time Page doesn’t answer, he shoves the microphone away. Lissie reaches down snatching Page up by his ponytail. She sends him back into the ring. Hope climbs up on the ring apron where she starts to climb up to the top turnbuckle. Inside the ring we see Chris pushing himself up to one knee before managing to get back to his feet where he clutches his ribs as he sucks wind. Lissie measures Page where she leaps off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick… that Page side steps sending Hope crashing down to the mat! Page lands a running Mafia Kick to the face of Hope as she is getting to one knee knocking her backward to the mat. Chris’s eyes drift toward the chair. He picks it up off the mat while the referee asks Lissie to quit but before he can put the microphone to her lips Page kicks the microphone out of his hand.
Sting: Page has other intentions.
Lissie starts getting back up to her feet where Page takes the chair and smacks Hope in the skull with such force the chair dents as Lissie crumbles to the mat Page drops the chair as Hope has been busted wide open with the sheer force of steel meeting skull. The referee with the microphone in hand starts asking Lissie to quit. He places the microphone down by her lips which garners no response as Page drops down to the mat applying a Japanese Armbar! He cranks on her arm and shoulder of Hope as the referee starts asking her to quit. Blood flows down Lissie’s face as she manages to answer.
LISSIE HOPE: GO TO HELL!
Foote: You heard that straight from Hope’s mouth!
Chris continues to crank on the Japanese Armbar while Lissie is able to reach back with her free hand and gouges the eyes of Page causing the hold to be broken! Page rolls out to the floor while trying to get sight back while in the ring Lissie pulls herself back up to her feet, she charges toward the ropes with a Tope over the top rope crashing down on top of Page as he turns toward the apron! Both Page and Hope hit the floor with a thud! The crowd roars loudly while Lissie is getting back to her feet. She pulls herself up using the guardrail where she starts stomping violently down on the cracked ribs of Page!
Sting: Got to give to Lissie knowing that Page is injured she is pinpointing the ribs at all costs!
Foote: I don’t blame her.
Lissie pivots her attention toward the ring where she tosses the apron back and pulls out a Ladder! Hope slides the Ladder into the ring before turning her attention back toward Page as the referee asks him to surrender only this time it’s Hope who shoves the referee out of the way where she picks Page up and sends him back into the ring. Hope slides into the ring after Page where she picks up the Ladder and leans it back against a neutral corner. Hope takes Page by both legs where she catapults Page face and sternum first off the Ladder! Chris bounces off the Ladder back out toward the center of the ring and into an Abdominal Stretch by Hope!
She stretches the ribcage of Page who agonizes in pain!
The referee asks Page to surrender and puts the microphone in his mouth.
CHRIS PAGE: FUCK YOU!
With the abdominal stretch locked in on Page, we see Lissie start driving the point of her elbow into the cracked ribs of Page! Repeated shot after shot! The pain starts to get to Page as he beings to fade! The referee asks Page to surrender once more only to see Page give a last-ditch effort with a hip toss takeover only it see Lissie land on her feet! Lissie swings with a wild right hand that Page blocks!
Chris fakes a right hand causing Lissie to duck her head where he drives her into the mat with a DDT!
Foote: What a heads-up move by Page!
Chris rolls Lissie over onto her back where he starts choking her with both hands across her throat! He squeezes her windpipe before transitioning into a mount position where he starts biting her bloody forehead of Hope! Chris Page releases his chompers as he slowly starts working his way back to his feet. He sees the Ladder in the corner. Page staggers toward the corner where he picks up the ladder and lays it flat on the canvass.
Page pivots attention toward Hope. He reaches down picking her up off the mat where he drives her violently on the Ladder with a non-rope-assisted Spinbuser Slam!
Sting: Oh my!
Hope rolls off the ladder clutching at her lower back while Page winces in pain just having to muster the strength to deliver the move.
Foote: You have to think that Page is struggling here with the injuries sustained just last week to Corey Black.
Sting: The fact he showed up tonight speaks volumes, but it doesn’t change that the longer this goes the more it’s got to favor Hope.
Chris starts to get back to his feet where he reaches down to pick up the Ladder but drops it because he just can’t lift it up. Page calls an audible as he turns back around picking up Lissie. He latches onto a back waist lock where he looks for a German Suplex. Lissie counters with a side elbow to the temple breaking the grip of Page! Lissie follows up with a Bicycle kick to the ribs dropping Page where he stands! Lissie wipes the blood away from her face before taking Page by the legs where she locks in a high-angle Boston Crab! The crowd starts cheering as the referee slides into position asking Page to surrender!
CHRIS PAGE: NOT ON YOUR LIFE!
Lissie cranks back harder on the legs stretching the spine and ribs of Page!
Sting: Page is in a bad way as Hope as him locked in the center of the ring!
Foote: Definitely not the position you want to find yourself in with busted ribs!
The referee continues to ask Page to surrender into the microphone and Page continues to refuse before Page rolls through countering with an Ankle Lock! The referee starts asking Hope to quit!
LISSIE HOPE: NEVER!
She emphatically states while Page cranks on her ankle. Hope starts pushing herself up off the mat enough to roll through the ankle lock while transitioning into a Crippler Crossface! Hope locks down the right arm and starts cranking on the arm and shoulder! The referee asks Page into the microphone to surrender!
CHRIS PAGE: NOOOO!!!
Hope cranks back harder and harder on the Crippler Crossface as Page tries to find an escape! Page shakes off the referee asking him to quit before gouging the eyes of Hope to break the hold! Chris rolls out to the floor where he drops to one knee. He reaches under the ring pulling out a six-foot piece of barbed wire! Chris rolls back into the ring with the piece of Barbed Wire.
Sting: There’s no telling how far either of these two is going to go if it means making the other say I Quit!
Page pulls himself up using the ropes, he wraps the Barbed Wire around his right elbow as we see Lissie getting back to her feet as well where she walks into a Judas Effect elbow strike with the wrapped barbed wire arm of Page!
Foote: The sheer hatred and hostility is boiling over here at Trash Wrestling!
Page unwraps his arm which now bleeds from several slices from the shards of Barbed Wire. Lissie lays on the mat, her eyes starting to glaze over as the referee asks to quit. She shakes off the referee while her face is a crimon mask. Page looks at the Barbed Wire and then down at Hope before dropping the Barbed Wire on the mat. He limps toward the ropes where he drops down to the mat and rolls back out to the floor on the other side of the ring.
Sting: Page doesn’t .look like he’s done.
Chris goes under the ring pulling out four light tubes that are taped together with duct tape.
Foote: Oh no, here we go!
Page rolls back into the ring where he once again uses the ropes to help him get to his feet where he holds up the light tubes to a pop from the crowd. Lissie gets to her knees, Page comes forward looking to smash the tubes over her head when she lands a LOW BLOW!
Page drops the light tubes while falling backward to the mat!
Sting: LISSIE HAS THE LIGHT TUBES!
Hope is back up as she lets out a vengeful scream and shatters the light tubes across the forehead of Page! The crowd roars with a “HOLY SHIT” chant as Page has been busted wide open! Lisses as the taped end of the tubes! She gets Page to his knees, stands behind him and starts slicing into his forehead with the light tubes!
The referee asks Page to quit but he is ignored!
Hope finally staggers backward as a bloody Page falls forward to the mat.
Foote: Lissie Hope can get just as nasty as anyone else!
Lissie staggers toward a downed Page. He drops down to the mat and locks in her Triangle Choke! Blood pours from Page’s forehead as Hope synches it in! The referee is in position asking Page to quit! He doesn’t respond as he waves off the referee as the unrelenting Hope continues the pressure!
The referee asks again as Page is starting to fade.
Hope cranks on the Triangle as the referee asks again, and again Page doesn’t respond. The referee is about to call for the bell when Page comes up to his knees, and with all the strength he can muster gets his feet underneath him and counters as he hoists Hope up in the air and powerbombs her down on top of the ladder!
The sickening sound of body on metal echoes throughout the area!
Foote: Lissie Hope might have just broken her back!
Page collapses to the mat.
Sting: Was that all Chris Page has left in the tank?
Lissie rolls off the ladder onto her stomach while we see Page inching his way toward the barbed wire. He grabs an end of it and pulls it toward him before crawling toward Hope. Chris wraps the barbed wire around Lissie’s forehead and starts pulling back!
Sting: Who knew a company like CU:LT would push these two mainstream stars into deforming one another.
The barbed wire cuts into her flesh as she screams out in agonizing pain!
The referee slides into positon putting the microphone in front of Lissie’s lips as she screams out in sheer pain. Hope manages to push herself off the mat an over on top of Page transitioning back into the Triangle Choke while in the process of the transition the barbed wire entangled around Lissie’s head and throat while Page hasn’t let go!
Foote: These two are going to fucking kill eachother.
Lissie has the Triangle while Page has the barbed wire choking Lissie out while she tries to choke Page out!
DING! DING! DING!
And he does…
The ref calls for the bell – and Lissie Hope releases the hold her music echoing through the entire arena. The crowd cheering – standing and clapping for both wrestlers.
Anderson: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… LISSIE HOPE!!!
Sting: She did it! Lissie Hope ONCE again proves she deserves to be the number one contender for the New World Championship… meanwhile Page is coming to…
Page doesn’t realize the match is over screaming at the ref that he didn’t quit. The ref tries to explain to him he passed out as Lissie Hope looks at him shaking her head as she steps between the ropes and staggers up the ramp holding her ribs and back from the brutal brawl.
Eagle: Do you think you are doing a good job?
It took Casanova English a few seconds to realize he wasn’t asking himself the question in his own head like he did every few hours over the last few months.
English: Does it matter what I think? Listen to the crowd.
You could hear the roar through the walls in the concrete room with no personality English has set up as an office for the evening.
Eagle: You think the screams – the cheers – they matter?
English: No…
English puts a cigarette between his lips and lights it.
English: What matters is a reaction. It’s why I named this show Trash Wreslting for Garbage Humans – these people know what we are and deep down they know who the fuck they are on some level. We all slow down for the car crash – not out of respect but to look – to gawk – to tell someone you saw something fucked up too.
English is slowly filling the room with smoke – Eagle mask coughs and waves a hand in front of his face.
English: Am I doing a good job?
English ponders the question again, tapping ash off his cigarette.
English: Good is subjecting if you ask me. You know for a second the fish net isn’t all that bad if you just escaped the jaws of a shark. See I filled arenas for a year as a world champion – not because these people loved me… sure we all have some diehards we brainwash along the way – but those fans didn’t fill the arena in my formative rookie yeats because I was good – no they wanted to see me killed. They were praying someone would drop me on my neck – deform me for life – that’d I’d have to walk down the rampway and relinquish the championship because of some strange disease. They wanted to see it all cut shore and well in a way they did – they succeeded. I am stuck sailing this fucking ship god knows where right?
English sucks on his cigarette and snickers for a second. He thinks about the wild bloody brawl he just saw with Lissie Hope and Chris Page – who big stars past their prime trying to capture lighting in a bottle one last time – and here CU:LT was the powder fucking keg. Then there was the main event coming up – two people who have nearly killed each other and will try to again. Jane Doe and Donnie Hopkins. Every show produced just another engraving on the stone – history being made where people said it couldn't.
English: I’ll tell you one thing… hate makes a lot more money than love.
Eagle mask was geting frustrated with Casanova’s taling in circles. He slams his fist on the table – it knocks some ash off Casanova’s cigarette – but the man himself doesn’t even flinch.
Eagle: You have missed the last two board meetings – miss another one and I don’t care how talented you are. We will have you replaced.
English: Oh, haven’t I heard that line since I was a young warthog. Managers in the back kitchen and gas stations reminding me that any drolling drone could do what I am doing – well not this time. My bosses are a bunch of fucked up furry elites… you’d have no idea how to do this shit without me. I leave and the entire staff leaves and you are just some cookie cutter bullshit.
The Eagle stares at English.
Eagle: Be at the next meeting.
It took Casanova English a few seconds to realize he wasn’t asking himself the question in his own head like he did every few hours over the last few months.
English: Does it matter what I think? Listen to the crowd.
You could hear the roar through the walls in the concrete room with no personality English has set up as an office for the evening.
Eagle: You think the screams – the cheers – they matter?
English: No…
English puts a cigarette between his lips and lights it.
English: What matters is a reaction. It’s why I named this show Trash Wreslting for Garbage Humans – these people know what we are and deep down they know who the fuck they are on some level. We all slow down for the car crash – not out of respect but to look – to gawk – to tell someone you saw something fucked up too.
English is slowly filling the room with smoke – Eagle mask coughs and waves a hand in front of his face.
English: Am I doing a good job?
English ponders the question again, tapping ash off his cigarette.
English: Good is subjecting if you ask me. You know for a second the fish net isn’t all that bad if you just escaped the jaws of a shark. See I filled arenas for a year as a world champion – not because these people loved me… sure we all have some diehards we brainwash along the way – but those fans didn’t fill the arena in my formative rookie yeats because I was good – no they wanted to see me killed. They were praying someone would drop me on my neck – deform me for life – that’d I’d have to walk down the rampway and relinquish the championship because of some strange disease. They wanted to see it all cut shore and well in a way they did – they succeeded. I am stuck sailing this fucking ship god knows where right?
English sucks on his cigarette and snickers for a second. He thinks about the wild bloody brawl he just saw with Lissie Hope and Chris Page – who big stars past their prime trying to capture lighting in a bottle one last time – and here CU:LT was the powder fucking keg. Then there was the main event coming up – two people who have nearly killed each other and will try to again. Jane Doe and Donnie Hopkins. Every show produced just another engraving on the stone – history being made where people said it couldn't.
English: I’ll tell you one thing… hate makes a lot more money than love.
Eagle mask was geting frustrated with Casanova’s taling in circles. He slams his fist on the table – it knocks some ash off Casanova’s cigarette – but the man himself doesn’t even flinch.
Eagle: You have missed the last two board meetings – miss another one and I don’t care how talented you are. We will have you replaced.
English: Oh, haven’t I heard that line since I was a young warthog. Managers in the back kitchen and gas stations reminding me that any drolling drone could do what I am doing – well not this time. My bosses are a bunch of fucked up furry elites… you’d have no idea how to do this shit without me. I leave and the entire staff leaves and you are just some cookie cutter bullshit.
The Eagle stares at English.
Eagle: Be at the next meeting.
Jaka is chilling in the ring in her red Air Jordans. Legion is on the other side of the ring looking like she is about to be shot out of a fucking cannon.
DING! DING! DING!
Legion comes out of the corner like a rocket and tears Jaka’s head clean off with a lariat. Jaka flips through the air one and half time landing on her back – her shoes left stationary in the center of the ring. Legion chants ring out as she looks out into the crowd.
Foote: She came to send a goddamn message tonight and she just used Jaka to do it.
Legion just skips the black mist and just cuts to locking in an armbar almost ripping off Jaka’s arm – she screams in pain and taps out quickly.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Wow, Legion is now on a two match winning streak – she has just beat someone who was a franchise player here in the early days of CU:LT.
Foote: Maybe Legion just took her spot.
Legion walks halfway up the ramp meeting Mister J who nods in approval. The pair leave together.
DING! DING! DING!
Legion comes out of the corner like a rocket and tears Jaka’s head clean off with a lariat. Jaka flips through the air one and half time landing on her back – her shoes left stationary in the center of the ring. Legion chants ring out as she looks out into the crowd.
Foote: She came to send a goddamn message tonight and she just used Jaka to do it.
Legion just skips the black mist and just cuts to locking in an armbar almost ripping off Jaka’s arm – she screams in pain and taps out quickly.
DING! DING! DING!
Sting: Wow, Legion is now on a two match winning streak – she has just beat someone who was a franchise player here in the early days of CU:LT.
Foote: Maybe Legion just took her spot.
Legion walks halfway up the ramp meeting Mister J who nods in approval. The pair leave together.
In the center of the ring is an electric chair – it’s bolted to the middle of the ring a current of electricity running to it and a leaver attached to one of the turnbuckles to end the match by frying your opponent.
Foote: It’s death row ladies and gentlemen the end of the feud between New World Champion Jane Doe and the former champion Donnie Hopkins starts here tonight.
Zombie” by the Cranberries begins to play on the PA system as the lights on stage fade to black. The audience pulls their phones out to help the camera search the crowd for the mysterious Jane.
Sting: I couldn’t believe the reaction to Jane winning the championship and after hours of wrestling these are still blowing the roof off the building as Jane Doe makes her way to the ring as the New World Champion for the first time – and maybe even the last.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring from The Potters Field standing 5’6 weighting 147lbs Voice of the Victim THE CU:LT NEW WORLD CHAMPION JANNNNNEEEE DOEEEEE!
As the music lowers and the leading riff plays, the Voice of the Victim steps from one of the entrance followed by the Speaker of the Dead holding Jane’s world championship. Fans reach towards her, hesitant as she slowly walks through the crowd. Upon reaching the ring, Jane slides in and crawl towards the center as Sound stands patiently ringside holding the New World Championship.
Sting: Jane has been unstoppable since she came to this company. It’s the perfect fit for her and I think once she is done of Donnie Hopkins no one will be able to touch her.
Jane explores each corner, pulling herself onto the second buckle. She leaps down and runs her finger over the electric chair. She stares inquisitively into the crowd – her head snaps toward the entrance as Donnie Hopkins music hits.
Foote: I think this is the night Donnie kills Jane Doe once more reducing her to nothing but a name in the history books of this company.
“The Man Who Made a Monster” by Dance with the Dead begins to play over the P.A., it’s driving beat permeating through the arena. Gradually, Donnie Hopkins saunters out to the dismay of everyone in attendance.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring … the challenger.. standing 6’2” weighing in at 248lbs from Brooklyn, New York…The Journeyman DONNIE HOPKINS!
He looks out into the crowd with a snide snarl before he walks raptly to the ring. He wipes his boots on the outside apron before entering and quickly takes off his jacket. He heads to his corner and impatiently waits for the match to start.
Foote: Here we go Jane Doe vs Donnie Hopkins III and this crowd is fucking nuclear.
DING! DING! DING!
This time Jane starts things quicker then she normally does, bolting at Donnie and catching him with a flying forearm smash. She has Donnie in the corner just stomping away at him – she must be thinking of how he put her sister in danger when he tried to drown Jane in Vegas.
Foote: I don’t think what happened in Vegas has stayed there. Jane is clearly using some of the rage from the last two matches with Hopkins here.
Jane has Hopkins absolutely reeling, she puts one thigh over the second rope – then the other while Donnie is sitting on the second turnbuckle. Jane kicks him right in the fucking nuts.
Sting: Funeral Arrangements rearranging Hopkins downstairs.
Donnie is still hung up and Jane helps him out of the corner with a rope hung DDT to a huge pop from the Boston crowd. Jane pulls Donnie up and hits a couple forearms to the face. She hits an inverted atomic drop then a diving lariat. Jane crawls across the ring to a downed Donnie and stars biting into his forehead to wake him up. Donnie scrambles to his feet, he tries to hit the champ but she drop toe hold him and his face smashed against the seat of the electric chair.
Foote: Smart of her to use the chair to her advantage.
Jane stands on the back of the chair and comes down with an elbow drop onto Hopkins. She seats him in the chair now but doesn’t try to strap him in yet. She stands on the arm rests and starts throwing punches down into Donnie’s now bloody forehead – but Hopkins with a burst of energy stand up with Jane ina powerbomb and slams her to the mat hard.
Sting: Hopkins finally finding a second to breath and regroup.
Donnie with a few boot stomps to the champion now. He goes to work with a belly to belly suplex tossing the champ, then a snap suplex. Donnie smirks working the champion over. Donnie lifts Jane up in a Gorilla press and drops her down – chest smashing off the back of the wooden chair.
Foote: Donnie now fully understands the resilience built into Jane Doe. He has to hit everything just a little bit harder.
Donnie puts Jane’s head just under the chair and then slingshots her up her face nailing against the bottom of the base of the chair. The Sound of Death is showing signs of concern on the outside as Donnie’s eyes meet hers. Donnie pulls Jane up by the hair. He looks at he sound of death as he send the champion soaring with a Northern Lights suplex.
Sting: Hopkins now taking this match down to his pace.
Donnie headbutts Jane a few times knocking her back to the corner. He climbs up and takes them both down with a super plex. Donnie is up again and pulls Jane to her feet with him. He nearly knocks her head off with a spinning lariat.
Foote: Good Ol’ Fashioned right there Sting. Donnie is using those fundamental skills he worked up over the years to hit these impact moves and not tire out.
Donnie holds Jane up right in front of the chair and winds up with a baseball punch and cracks Jane right in the jaw forcing her to fall back into the electric chair.
Sting: HEAT SEEKER!
Donnie straps one of Jane’s arms, he goes for an ankle but the New World Champion kicks him right in the face. Jane kicks Donnie a few more times and unhooks her arm. She stands on the chair and comes off with a twisting crossbody on Hopkins.
Foote: She just can come back at any point. You can never take your eye off the ball when you are in there with Jane Doe. That’s something Lissie Hope has to think of if that ends up being who she faces at Summer of Slam.
Jane with a running bull dog. She hammers on the upper back and the back of the head of Hopkins over and over. She brings him back up and shotgun dropkicks him into the corner. She runs and drives the bottom of her boot into Donnie’s bloody face.
Sting: The Sound of Death seems pleased with the tides turning.
As Donnie gets to his feet in the corner Jane comes flying across the ring with a corner splash. Jane then puts his head between her legs and drives Donnie crown first into the canvas with a tight pull piledriver.
Foote: Jane now dragging Donnie to the chair. She puts him down in it.
Jane hooks one of Donnie’s arms now. As she goes for the other one Donnie fights back with heavy strikes. Jane battles back with strikes of her own – then hits the ropes and comes back with a rolling thunder, flipping over and catching Hopkins with her heel. Donnie falls back int the chair out cold.
Sting: DEATH MARCH from the champion. Both these competitors are only firing killshots tonight.
Jane hooks in one ankle, then the over – she only has one arm left but when she grabs it the corpse of Donnie Hopkins reanimited and he drags her face down into the back of the chait over and over. Jane keeps fighting to hook his one free wrist but the former champion headbutts her.
Foote: Donnie Hopkins isn’t quite dead yet. He has been at the top of the mountain and he wants to get right back there.
Donnie punches Jane a few times with his free hand and unhooks himself. Jane has time to recoup however and comes at him with a crossbody – Donnie somehow catches her and sends her clear over the chair with a belly to belly suplex.
Sting: A back and forth contest.
Donnie has Jane up on his shoulders – but she floats behind him and pulls him down to the mat with a reverse DDT backstabber combo.
Foote: CENOTAPH!! If this was a pinfall to finish Jane would have him.
Instead Jane has to bring the big man over to the chair and try and hook him in. Jane hits him with a few stiff shots and comes running at Donnie to put him out – he stretches her out of the air with a spinning spine buster planting Jane right into the electric chair.
Sting: Donnie with a huge spine buster right into the chair positioning himself for the win.
Donnie hooks on leg then the other – but Jane starts fighting back with her arms scratching and clowning the challenger. She manages to uphook one leg – but Donnie comes off the ropes with a huge fucking boot knocking Jane back out.
Foote: What is he going to have to do to put her away – this is the third time the pair has met and he has tried everything he possibly could at this point.
Donnie unhooks the one left left attached to the chair setting Jane free. He stand on the base of the wooden chair and grabs Jane. He puts her in a Gotch style piledriver and drops her down onto the wooden chair skull first.
Sting: END OF THE ROAD!
Donnie puts the limp body of Jane into the electric chair and secures the leather straps. As he walks over to pull the lever – The Sound of Death slides into the ring. She is on her knees between Hopkins and the lever to push electricity through Jane’s body.
Sting: Don’t do it Donnie. Do the right thing. The Sound of Death is holding out the New World Championship as a peace offering – she is telling Donnie he won – to walk away and just take the gold.
The crowd is actually cheering for Donnie to take the belt and run – but that’s not what he came to do – that’s not what they bought tickets for. Donnie grabs The Sound of Death by the back of the hair. Jane is now away and flailing in her chair – the leather screeching as it pushes hard into her skin.
Foote: Alright this might be too far Hopkins The Sound of Death isn’t even a wrestler.
Donnie puts her head between his legs and stares around to the mostly booing crowd – some have a mixed reaction. Donnie drives her head into the canvas with a Gotch style piledriver. Jane is shaking and trying to break free. You can hear the wood and the leather whining as anger boils over.
Sting: I’m used to seeing Donnie Hopkins doing sick things at this point – but for the love of God he could have ended this one. It’s about more than the championship to him.
Finally Donnie pulls the lever. Electricity shoots through Jane's body, she shakes and convulses as the bright blue flashes throughout the chair. Then the lights just go out – full balck out mode as smoke can be smelled throughout the arena.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: In all my life that’s the fucking wildest shit I have seen in wrestling to date.
The lights flick back on – the chair is sizzling but empty. Jane is gone. The Sound of Death is nowhere to be found – just the New World Championship at Donnie Hopkins’ feet. He bends down to pick it up and as he does his music hits.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and NEW NEW WORLD CHAMPION DONNIE HOPKINS!
Sting: I have no idea where the now former champion went or really what the fuck just happened – but we will see you next month in New York for Summer of Slam where Donnie Hopkins Will defend his newly won New World Championship against Lissie Hope.
Donnie holds the title up to the crowd – then he collapses back into the electric chair – New World Championship on his lap.
Foote: It’s death row ladies and gentlemen the end of the feud between New World Champion Jane Doe and the former champion Donnie Hopkins starts here tonight.
Zombie” by the Cranberries begins to play on the PA system as the lights on stage fade to black. The audience pulls their phones out to help the camera search the crowd for the mysterious Jane.
Sting: I couldn’t believe the reaction to Jane winning the championship and after hours of wrestling these are still blowing the roof off the building as Jane Doe makes her way to the ring as the New World Champion for the first time – and maybe even the last.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring from The Potters Field standing 5’6 weighting 147lbs Voice of the Victim THE CU:LT NEW WORLD CHAMPION JANNNNNEEEE DOEEEEE!
As the music lowers and the leading riff plays, the Voice of the Victim steps from one of the entrance followed by the Speaker of the Dead holding Jane’s world championship. Fans reach towards her, hesitant as she slowly walks through the crowd. Upon reaching the ring, Jane slides in and crawl towards the center as Sound stands patiently ringside holding the New World Championship.
Sting: Jane has been unstoppable since she came to this company. It’s the perfect fit for her and I think once she is done of Donnie Hopkins no one will be able to touch her.
Jane explores each corner, pulling herself onto the second buckle. She leaps down and runs her finger over the electric chair. She stares inquisitively into the crowd – her head snaps toward the entrance as Donnie Hopkins music hits.
Foote: I think this is the night Donnie kills Jane Doe once more reducing her to nothing but a name in the history books of this company.
“The Man Who Made a Monster” by Dance with the Dead begins to play over the P.A., it’s driving beat permeating through the arena. Gradually, Donnie Hopkins saunters out to the dismay of everyone in attendance.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring … the challenger.. standing 6’2” weighing in at 248lbs from Brooklyn, New York…The Journeyman DONNIE HOPKINS!
He looks out into the crowd with a snide snarl before he walks raptly to the ring. He wipes his boots on the outside apron before entering and quickly takes off his jacket. He heads to his corner and impatiently waits for the match to start.
Foote: Here we go Jane Doe vs Donnie Hopkins III and this crowd is fucking nuclear.
DING! DING! DING!
This time Jane starts things quicker then she normally does, bolting at Donnie and catching him with a flying forearm smash. She has Donnie in the corner just stomping away at him – she must be thinking of how he put her sister in danger when he tried to drown Jane in Vegas.
Foote: I don’t think what happened in Vegas has stayed there. Jane is clearly using some of the rage from the last two matches with Hopkins here.
Jane has Hopkins absolutely reeling, she puts one thigh over the second rope – then the other while Donnie is sitting on the second turnbuckle. Jane kicks him right in the fucking nuts.
Sting: Funeral Arrangements rearranging Hopkins downstairs.
Donnie is still hung up and Jane helps him out of the corner with a rope hung DDT to a huge pop from the Boston crowd. Jane pulls Donnie up and hits a couple forearms to the face. She hits an inverted atomic drop then a diving lariat. Jane crawls across the ring to a downed Donnie and stars biting into his forehead to wake him up. Donnie scrambles to his feet, he tries to hit the champ but she drop toe hold him and his face smashed against the seat of the electric chair.
Foote: Smart of her to use the chair to her advantage.
Jane stands on the back of the chair and comes down with an elbow drop onto Hopkins. She seats him in the chair now but doesn’t try to strap him in yet. She stands on the arm rests and starts throwing punches down into Donnie’s now bloody forehead – but Hopkins with a burst of energy stand up with Jane ina powerbomb and slams her to the mat hard.
Sting: Hopkins finally finding a second to breath and regroup.
Donnie with a few boot stomps to the champion now. He goes to work with a belly to belly suplex tossing the champ, then a snap suplex. Donnie smirks working the champion over. Donnie lifts Jane up in a Gorilla press and drops her down – chest smashing off the back of the wooden chair.
Foote: Donnie now fully understands the resilience built into Jane Doe. He has to hit everything just a little bit harder.
Donnie puts Jane’s head just under the chair and then slingshots her up her face nailing against the bottom of the base of the chair. The Sound of Death is showing signs of concern on the outside as Donnie’s eyes meet hers. Donnie pulls Jane up by the hair. He looks at he sound of death as he send the champion soaring with a Northern Lights suplex.
Sting: Hopkins now taking this match down to his pace.
Donnie headbutts Jane a few times knocking her back to the corner. He climbs up and takes them both down with a super plex. Donnie is up again and pulls Jane to her feet with him. He nearly knocks her head off with a spinning lariat.
Foote: Good Ol’ Fashioned right there Sting. Donnie is using those fundamental skills he worked up over the years to hit these impact moves and not tire out.
Donnie holds Jane up right in front of the chair and winds up with a baseball punch and cracks Jane right in the jaw forcing her to fall back into the electric chair.
Sting: HEAT SEEKER!
Donnie straps one of Jane’s arms, he goes for an ankle but the New World Champion kicks him right in the face. Jane kicks Donnie a few more times and unhooks her arm. She stands on the chair and comes off with a twisting crossbody on Hopkins.
Foote: She just can come back at any point. You can never take your eye off the ball when you are in there with Jane Doe. That’s something Lissie Hope has to think of if that ends up being who she faces at Summer of Slam.
Jane with a running bull dog. She hammers on the upper back and the back of the head of Hopkins over and over. She brings him back up and shotgun dropkicks him into the corner. She runs and drives the bottom of her boot into Donnie’s bloody face.
Sting: The Sound of Death seems pleased with the tides turning.
As Donnie gets to his feet in the corner Jane comes flying across the ring with a corner splash. Jane then puts his head between her legs and drives Donnie crown first into the canvas with a tight pull piledriver.
Foote: Jane now dragging Donnie to the chair. She puts him down in it.
Jane hooks one of Donnie’s arms now. As she goes for the other one Donnie fights back with heavy strikes. Jane battles back with strikes of her own – then hits the ropes and comes back with a rolling thunder, flipping over and catching Hopkins with her heel. Donnie falls back int the chair out cold.
Sting: DEATH MARCH from the champion. Both these competitors are only firing killshots tonight.
Jane hooks in one ankle, then the over – she only has one arm left but when she grabs it the corpse of Donnie Hopkins reanimited and he drags her face down into the back of the chait over and over. Jane keeps fighting to hook his one free wrist but the former champion headbutts her.
Foote: Donnie Hopkins isn’t quite dead yet. He has been at the top of the mountain and he wants to get right back there.
Donnie punches Jane a few times with his free hand and unhooks himself. Jane has time to recoup however and comes at him with a crossbody – Donnie somehow catches her and sends her clear over the chair with a belly to belly suplex.
Sting: A back and forth contest.
Donnie has Jane up on his shoulders – but she floats behind him and pulls him down to the mat with a reverse DDT backstabber combo.
Foote: CENOTAPH!! If this was a pinfall to finish Jane would have him.
Instead Jane has to bring the big man over to the chair and try and hook him in. Jane hits him with a few stiff shots and comes running at Donnie to put him out – he stretches her out of the air with a spinning spine buster planting Jane right into the electric chair.
Sting: Donnie with a huge spine buster right into the chair positioning himself for the win.
Donnie hooks on leg then the other – but Jane starts fighting back with her arms scratching and clowning the challenger. She manages to uphook one leg – but Donnie comes off the ropes with a huge fucking boot knocking Jane back out.
Foote: What is he going to have to do to put her away – this is the third time the pair has met and he has tried everything he possibly could at this point.
Donnie unhooks the one left left attached to the chair setting Jane free. He stand on the base of the wooden chair and grabs Jane. He puts her in a Gotch style piledriver and drops her down onto the wooden chair skull first.
Sting: END OF THE ROAD!
Donnie puts the limp body of Jane into the electric chair and secures the leather straps. As he walks over to pull the lever – The Sound of Death slides into the ring. She is on her knees between Hopkins and the lever to push electricity through Jane’s body.
Sting: Don’t do it Donnie. Do the right thing. The Sound of Death is holding out the New World Championship as a peace offering – she is telling Donnie he won – to walk away and just take the gold.
The crowd is actually cheering for Donnie to take the belt and run – but that’s not what he came to do – that’s not what they bought tickets for. Donnie grabs The Sound of Death by the back of the hair. Jane is now away and flailing in her chair – the leather screeching as it pushes hard into her skin.
Foote: Alright this might be too far Hopkins The Sound of Death isn’t even a wrestler.
Donnie puts her head between his legs and stares around to the mostly booing crowd – some have a mixed reaction. Donnie drives her head into the canvas with a Gotch style piledriver. Jane is shaking and trying to break free. You can hear the wood and the leather whining as anger boils over.
Sting: I’m used to seeing Donnie Hopkins doing sick things at this point – but for the love of God he could have ended this one. It’s about more than the championship to him.
Finally Donnie pulls the lever. Electricity shoots through Jane's body, she shakes and convulses as the bright blue flashes throughout the chair. Then the lights just go out – full balck out mode as smoke can be smelled throughout the arena.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: In all my life that’s the fucking wildest shit I have seen in wrestling to date.
The lights flick back on – the chair is sizzling but empty. Jane is gone. The Sound of Death is nowhere to be found – just the New World Championship at Donnie Hopkins’ feet. He bends down to pick it up and as he does his music hits.
Anderson: The WINNER of this match and NEW NEW WORLD CHAMPION DONNIE HOPKINS!
Sting: I have no idea where the now former champion went or really what the fuck just happened – but we will see you next month in New York for Summer of Slam where Donnie Hopkins Will defend his newly won New World Championship against Lissie Hope.
Donnie holds the title up to the crowd – then he collapses back into the electric chair – New World Championship on his lap.
