CULT S01E03
Donald knew it was a mistake to accept the invitation – but to decline it would have a worse result.
He didn’t sleep well in his thousand dollar a night suit at the Mandalay Bay. The all he could drink mini bar didn’t do enough to quell the anxiety of paying his debts. He knew Mr. Raffalo wasn’t fucking around this time. He owned the man $22K and he was out to prove a point after inheriting his fathers’ bookie empire.
A knock ont he door – another dickhead in a suit leading him down a series of hallways to a room where Raffalo himself greets Donald with a wide grin and a polite handshake – along with an unfriendly grip.
Raffalo: Donny boy, my child, the horse shoe up your ass has finally gotten a little rusty huh!? And look – look I know in this economy it is hard to stay ahead but in the past decade I look back in the books… I have my guys rifle through my father’s meticulous notes and you know what they find out Donny?
Raffalo asks, but Donny lets silence fill the room. Raffalo chews on the end of the cigar and pulls out a cigar cutting from his breast pocket.
Raffalo: My guys, and they are great guys, smart guys Don. Anyway, they found out that when daddy ran this city you wern’t late a single week. Now, it’s either you ran out of luck… or…
He takes the cigar out of his mouth and outs the tip in the cigar cutter eyeing it up and slices though quick with a clean cut letting a chunk of tobacco hit the ground – one of lackeys prompt sweeping it up.
Raffalo: Or you don’t fucking respect me. Now I hope that’s not the case Donny, because I am fair man. I am going to give you a chance tonight to pay off all your debts.
Donald: Look, I am working on getting the money.
Raffalo: That’s what they all say and it is bullshit, so I suggest you thank me for this opportunity. Tonight there is a huge show in Vegas. CULT Wrestling or some shit – and I hope you’be been watching a little bit of the sport because I am going to have you bet on five matches.
Donald: What happens if I get them all right.
Raffalo: Well let’s play for 5K a finger why don’t we? That gets us right up to where you owe.
Donald began to sweat as Raffallo toyed with the cigar cutter, he started to get up and felt a firm hand on his shoulder keeping him planted in place.
Donald: You have got to be shitting me right?
Raffallo lights his cigar slowly puffing filling the room with smoke.
Raffaello: Well I could just take them all now – not play the game at all. Regardless I am leaving with my money – and since you don’t have it I’ll take the equivalent in fingers. I think I am being pretty generous placing a 5K cap on those dirty fucking digits.
He clicks a button and a big screen floats down from the ceiling, the CU:LT logo appearing.
Raffalo: Look over the card and get familiar. Your first guess comes in the Weapon of Choice match and well.. There is a lot to pick from.
Maybe Craig Cogan wasn’t the best choice at first glance…
He didn’t sleep well in his thousand dollar a night suit at the Mandalay Bay. The all he could drink mini bar didn’t do enough to quell the anxiety of paying his debts. He knew Mr. Raffalo wasn’t fucking around this time. He owned the man $22K and he was out to prove a point after inheriting his fathers’ bookie empire.
A knock ont he door – another dickhead in a suit leading him down a series of hallways to a room where Raffalo himself greets Donald with a wide grin and a polite handshake – along with an unfriendly grip.
Raffalo: Donny boy, my child, the horse shoe up your ass has finally gotten a little rusty huh!? And look – look I know in this economy it is hard to stay ahead but in the past decade I look back in the books… I have my guys rifle through my father’s meticulous notes and you know what they find out Donny?
Raffalo asks, but Donny lets silence fill the room. Raffalo chews on the end of the cigar and pulls out a cigar cutting from his breast pocket.
Raffalo: My guys, and they are great guys, smart guys Don. Anyway, they found out that when daddy ran this city you wern’t late a single week. Now, it’s either you ran out of luck… or…
He takes the cigar out of his mouth and outs the tip in the cigar cutter eyeing it up and slices though quick with a clean cut letting a chunk of tobacco hit the ground – one of lackeys prompt sweeping it up.
Raffalo: Or you don’t fucking respect me. Now I hope that’s not the case Donny, because I am fair man. I am going to give you a chance tonight to pay off all your debts.
Donald: Look, I am working on getting the money.
Raffalo: That’s what they all say and it is bullshit, so I suggest you thank me for this opportunity. Tonight there is a huge show in Vegas. CULT Wrestling or some shit – and I hope you’be been watching a little bit of the sport because I am going to have you bet on five matches.
Donald: What happens if I get them all right.
Raffalo: Well let’s play for 5K a finger why don’t we? That gets us right up to where you owe.
Donald began to sweat as Raffallo toyed with the cigar cutter, he started to get up and felt a firm hand on his shoulder keeping him planted in place.
Donald: You have got to be shitting me right?
Raffallo lights his cigar slowly puffing filling the room with smoke.
Raffaello: Well I could just take them all now – not play the game at all. Regardless I am leaving with my money – and since you don’t have it I’ll take the equivalent in fingers. I think I am being pretty generous placing a 5K cap on those dirty fucking digits.
He clicks a button and a big screen floats down from the ceiling, the CU:LT logo appearing.
Raffalo: Look over the card and get familiar. Your first guess comes in the Weapon of Choice match and well.. There is a lot to pick from.
Maybe Craig Cogan wasn’t the best choice at first glance…
The camera pans around the arena as CU:LT blows its whole fucking budget on pyro it almost smokes out the area as “Las Vegas” by Houndmouth blasts throughout the Michelob ULTRA Arena at Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino. Anderson Shepley is in the middle of the ring in his Vegas best, a purple suit with sparkles – he holds a mic with a CU:LT logo done up in neon.
Anderson: Welcome to What Happens in Vegas….
Shepley sketches into the mic as one last final line of pyro blasts off to the cheering crowd.
Foote: Who would have thought this literal CU:LT company would have been able to get a show in Vegas when this thing kicked off. Fuck I wasn’t sure any of my checks were going to clear.
Sting: Act like you’ve been here before Bill for starters. Tonight we bring the sin to this city and show what this roster can do on its biggest stage yet.
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: There he is one of the hardest working them in the business like it or not.
The lights come on slowly and Casanova English is standing in front of his touring 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: He writes my checks, and the man booked two of the best shows I have seen in years – yet still his presence always turns my stomach a little I have to be honest.
English takes a long drag off his cigarette. He blows toward the Vegas crows and walks up the steps and into the ring with Bash still close behind.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, the owner of Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials, CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
Shepley hands English the mic as he takes the center of the ring to a crowd both cheering and booing. English takes one last haul off his cigarette then throws the burning butt into the crowd. People step out of the way – some shaking their shirt to make sure it didn’t get burned.
Sting: See what a reckless prick.
English smirks bringing the mic up to his lips.
English: There are people who told me I wouldn’t make it three months into this venture, that this company would go nowhere… that a hasbeen like Casanova English who’s biggest accolade in the past year is holding the entry level championship at Project Honor… that I couldn’t do any of this. My career was built on you people hating me, on you booing my every move, on you rooting for your heroes over me. But something the critics didn’t factor into the equation was along the way I somehow earned you respect. I blurred the lines of face and hell because at least I told the fucking truth… at least you get exactly what I tell you are going to get every single time.
Foote: I have to say he is one of the honest men in wrasslin’ for better or worse when it comes to career opportunities.
English: It sounds cheesy but this whole event is based on the gambles not just I took, but every member of this CU:LT roster took in believing I could create a proper platform to bring their brand of violence to the fucking world. I know we have some boutique names in the industry who will still never utter our name, still never give this collection of psychos and misfits the credit they deserve. But if you relegate us to the gutter, we will thrive in the grime and we will make god damn sure you smell this shit.
Sting: I mean I guess I get the metaphor… he thinks we're fecal matter Foote.
Foote: Talented pieces of shit.
English: So… the way I am starting to see things is.. It’s the rest of the gambling. They are gambling on our failure, gambling on the fact we can’t set the bar higher and higher and higher. Tonight we have a stacked card. About 15 people vying to break out in a weapons of choice battle royal. We have a tournament starting for a goddamn Ouija board covered in the blood of CU:LT Members. Those bitches Jaka and Hope will lock up in a dog collar match. Driftwood and Hunter try and blow each other up – York and Mason will shred each other to the bone – and Jane Doe puts her title on the line against the man she buried alive at Jonestown Reunion Donnie Hopkins. So if you think there is a hope in hell of you doing this better… go all in on black bitch.
English drops the mic as his music plays and he steps through the second rope Bash Daddy sits on to give make it easier to step through.
Sting: English laying down the gauntlet to the whole industry here tonight and you know what I love to see it.
Foote: Casanova English amassed a roster willing to kill themselves not to just get themselves to the top of the industry but the whole company noticed.
Anderson: Welcome to What Happens in Vegas….
Shepley sketches into the mic as one last final line of pyro blasts off to the cheering crowd.
Foote: Who would have thought this literal CU:LT company would have been able to get a show in Vegas when this thing kicked off. Fuck I wasn’t sure any of my checks were going to clear.
Sting: Act like you’ve been here before Bill for starters. Tonight we bring the sin to this city and show what this roster can do on its biggest stage yet.
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: There he is one of the hardest working them in the business like it or not.
The lights come on slowly and Casanova English is standing in front of his touring 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: He writes my checks, and the man booked two of the best shows I have seen in years – yet still his presence always turns my stomach a little I have to be honest.
English takes a long drag off his cigarette. He blows toward the Vegas crows and walks up the steps and into the ring with Bash still close behind.
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, the owner of Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials, CU:LT Leader CASANOVA ENGLISHHHHH!
Shepley hands English the mic as he takes the center of the ring to a crowd both cheering and booing. English takes one last haul off his cigarette then throws the burning butt into the crowd. People step out of the way – some shaking their shirt to make sure it didn’t get burned.
Sting: See what a reckless prick.
English smirks bringing the mic up to his lips.
English: There are people who told me I wouldn’t make it three months into this venture, that this company would go nowhere… that a hasbeen like Casanova English who’s biggest accolade in the past year is holding the entry level championship at Project Honor… that I couldn’t do any of this. My career was built on you people hating me, on you booing my every move, on you rooting for your heroes over me. But something the critics didn’t factor into the equation was along the way I somehow earned you respect. I blurred the lines of face and hell because at least I told the fucking truth… at least you get exactly what I tell you are going to get every single time.
Foote: I have to say he is one of the honest men in wrasslin’ for better or worse when it comes to career opportunities.
English: It sounds cheesy but this whole event is based on the gambles not just I took, but every member of this CU:LT roster took in believing I could create a proper platform to bring their brand of violence to the fucking world. I know we have some boutique names in the industry who will still never utter our name, still never give this collection of psychos and misfits the credit they deserve. But if you relegate us to the gutter, we will thrive in the grime and we will make god damn sure you smell this shit.
Sting: I mean I guess I get the metaphor… he thinks we're fecal matter Foote.
Foote: Talented pieces of shit.
English: So… the way I am starting to see things is.. It’s the rest of the gambling. They are gambling on our failure, gambling on the fact we can’t set the bar higher and higher and higher. Tonight we have a stacked card. About 15 people vying to break out in a weapons of choice battle royal. We have a tournament starting for a goddamn Ouija board covered in the blood of CU:LT Members. Those bitches Jaka and Hope will lock up in a dog collar match. Driftwood and Hunter try and blow each other up – York and Mason will shred each other to the bone – and Jane Doe puts her title on the line against the man she buried alive at Jonestown Reunion Donnie Hopkins. So if you think there is a hope in hell of you doing this better… go all in on black bitch.
English drops the mic as his music plays and he steps through the second rope Bash Daddy sits on to give make it easier to step through.
Sting: English laying down the gauntlet to the whole industry here tonight and you know what I love to see it.
Foote: Casanova English amassed a roster willing to kill themselves not to just get themselves to the top of the industry but the whole company noticed.
There are six people already in the ring as the Vegas crowd is a buzz blowing the roof off of the.
Anderson: The following contest is a weapon of choice battle royal – to keep the action as exciting as possible only six people will be in the ring out a time. Every time someone is eliminated by being tossed over the rope ad new CU:LT member replaces them til we are down to the final six. The last two standing will fight under deathmatch rules.
Sting: This has to be the craziest way for us to kick off a show yet.
Anderson announces all the people in the ring the camera zooming in on them and their weapon of choice. Riley MacKenna armed with a Iphone in a tube sock, Cypher armed with a keyboard, Ace Sky armed with a classic kendo stick, Chris Page standing with his dukes up and Javier Cortes with a pair of gold brass knuckles on his right hand.
Foote: Let’s kick it off with a little bit of blood.
DING! DING! DING!
It’s just a clusterfuck as all six collide in the center of the ring Cypher swings wildly with his keyboard and Ace Sky ducks it – just for Mackenna to take some keys to the face. MacKenna in turn swings his Iphone in a sock catching Cypher in the side of the head. Ace Sky hit’s Cypher from the back with a dropkick sending him over the top rope. JJ Huffman and Tom Garcia are a two man ref tag duo calling the eliminations on the outside.
Anderson: CYPHER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Ace lights up MacKenna with the kendo stick hitting him in the arms and legs but Chris Page comes up behind Ace and drops him backwards with a backdrop. He’s laying down punches til MacKenna pushes him off. Cortez joins the fray smashing the bridge of MacKenna’s nose with a straight arm punch with his brass knuckled fist.
Sting: I wouldn’t be surprised if his nose is broken.
Legion blasts by Cypher on his way out. She is holding a led pipe and slide into the ring to join the battle. She nails Mackenna in the gut with it as he’s trying to check and see if the bridge of his nose is still in alignment. Chris Page meanwhile somehow twists Cortes’ arm up pushing his own fist with brass knuckles attached up into his jaw and drops him down with a cutter. Crotes springs up off the mat and Ace Sky closelines him over the top. Sky the only one to eliminate anyone yet.
Anderson: CORTES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
As soon as Cortes’ feet hit the ground on the outside ‘Buck Nasty’ Jolyne Ferolino runs to the ring – her signature spiked army helmet wrapped in barbed wire tonight. Buck Nasty gets in the ring and gives a round of barbed wire headbutts to everyone – giving every single person in the ring some color besides Legion who manages to avoid the initial attack.
Foote: This is what I love about Buck Nasty! She is a complete savage – she ended the career of the grotesque Lady Fartmouth and here tonight she might headbutt some faces and mash them right into looking like arseholes.
Legion swings her led pipe and nails Buck Nasty on top of her helmet protected head – Ferolino lets out a war cry – grabs Legion and pulls her facedown on top of her barbed wire helmet with a jaw breaker. Riley MacKenna tries to take advantage of the situation and runs at Buck Nasty, but she backdrops him over her shoulder to the outside.
Anderson: RILEY MACKENNA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Squiggly the clown runs to the ring with a massive mallet. He swings it in a circle in the center of the ring and everyone ducks to avoid it – expect Ace Sky who leaps over it on the swing and catches the clown in the neck with a kendo stick. Page assist getting up and hitting Squiggly with a spinning back elbow sending him staggering. Sky once again dropkicks someone over to the top rope…
Sting: This is a breakout performance in CU:LT for Ace Sky! Battle royals might be his specialty.
Anderson: SQUIGGLY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Kit Morgan runs down to replace the clown. Morgan's weapon of choice is a fucking brick…. He chucks it at Ferolino as he gets in the ring but she ducks and it catches Legion in the face knocking her down. Ace hits Kit with a hurricanrana sending him into Chris Page who smashes the keyboard Cypher was using at the start of the match into Kit’s face. The CU:LT crowd is booing Chris Page as he holds the keyboard up taunting.
Sting: This crowd does not seem to be taking to kindly to Chris Page and the idea of using CU:LT as his little playground to prepare for a deathmatch showdown at The Cannabis Cup.
Shmodka Smack comes running to the ring to a cheering crowd – her mustache prominent – her large battle dildo gripped in one hand – it’s wrapped in razor wire and razor blades and is duck taped at the bottom for a nice handle. She comes in the ring and hits Legion right in the throat with the damn thing. She drop toe holds Kit Morgan hitting his face off the bottom rope. Then she jams the wide fake cock into his mouth the duct tape end first. Smack lets it hang out of his mouth over the apron edge slightly. Smack lifts Legion up, hosting her over the top rope and just simply dropping her down crotch first on the dido making Kit’s head flip up off the bottom rope and ping down again onto the edge of the apron. Legion checks her cut up thighs as she shakes her head and makes her way to the back.
Anderson: LEGION HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
Foote: I can’t believe what I am seeing. A dildo as a weapon… It's a joke on the whole business.
Sting: Hey, it proves effective. Smack learned the dangerous art of dildo action when she was in Sweden.
Iggy Deluna runs to the ring with a metal chain wrapped around one hand. She slides int he ring, but Ace Sky catches her with the kendo stick on one side of the head and Smack catches her with the razor blade dildo on the other sandwiching Iggy’s head. Ferolino runs and closeline Iggy over the top.
Anderson: IGGY DELUNA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
As soon as Iggy’s feet hit the ground Noah Ortega struts to the ring with a barbed wire bat over his shoulder. He steps through the ropes and just takes the action in. Kit Morgan staggers toward him after taking a suplex from Chris Page and Noah swings the bat cracking Kit in the face sending him clean over to the top rope.
Foote: HOME RUN!!!!
Anderson: KIT MORGAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
The crowd pops for the one and only “Whole Cogan” Craig Cogan – his muscles flexing – his joints perfect as he extends them toward the ring. “Cogan” chants ring out as he slides into the ring to do battle and gets absolutely blasted with a kendo stick over and over by Ace Sky. Smack hits him in the neck with her battle dildo and he reaches for his throat as the razor blades cause some small clean cuts. Ferolino off the top rope cracks Cogan open with a diving headbutt to the standing walking talking action figure.
Foote: I have no idea if this dumb ass knows if this sport is legit or not… he’s probably going to die out here and to be quite honest I’m interested in seeing it.
Ace Sky tries to hit Buck Nasty with the kendo stick but she blocks it with her helmet causing it to break. She kids Ace in the stomach and uppercuts him then runs at him using her head once again cracking him in the face with a headbutt and sending him over to the top road ending his huge run.
Anderson: ACE SKY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Sting: Aw, that’s bullshit I was really hoping Sky would be able to pick up his first major win.
Chris Page sits in the corner catching his breath, being the only one from the first wave to of competitors to still be in the match - and well being old a fuck compared to the rest.. The crowd cheers as Dickie Watson’s music hits and he makes his way to the ring with a sack full of smashed up Parkway Drive CD’s.
Sting: I am so excited to see the arrival of Dickie Watson and this Vegas crowd loves him. I think Watson is the future of CU:LT.
Watson slides in the ring while Cogan is trying to block shots from Ferolino. Amazingly he pushes her back with a boot – then hits a spine buster on Smack. Cogan nails a closeline on Ortega and seems to be on a bit of a roll till Chris Page pulls a join from his tights and lights it. Page takes some sharp puffs then blows a whole cloud of smoke into Cogan’s face.
Foote: Looks like Cogan was wrong about having the strongest joints in the business.
Cogan lays a few strikes into Page, but his mouth grows pasty — his swings even more slow – and he spots a bag of chips a child is eating in the crowd. A very stoned Cogan hops over the top rope on his own free will – leaps to the outside – yanks the chips from the young fan and hammers handful after handful into his mouth. The child's dad tries to take them back but Cogan yanks them away just in time and security gets between the family and the Cogester. He walks off into the cheering crowd.
Anderson: CRAIG GOGAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Smack hits Page in the corner with a dropkick, then she hits a neckbreaker on Ortega causing him to lose grip on his barbed wire decorated bat. She turns and is suplex by Watson right onto the sharp pile of Parkway Drive CD’s now laid across the canvas. Smack hold her back and the sweat from the match causes her mustache to fall clean off her face.
Foote: What the fuck… that’s not a beareded woman at all that is FIGHTNYC!’s Vhodka Black!
Black smirks knowing her disguise has been lifted as “Vhodka” chants ring out in the arena. She grabs her dildo and gets even with Watson nailing him in the rips with the tip of it.
Sting: What a huge signing for CU:LT! She had the entire wrestling industry fooled – people only thought she might be here tonight to support her husband Vincent Black as he challenges for the Classic Championship against a good family friend in Brandon Moore.
Jonny C appears on stage with a baseball bat in hand. He slides in the ring and lights everyone up with a shot holding his bat in the air. He had to crack Ferolino three times to have an impact on her due to the helmet – but Jonny don’t mind swinging.
Foote: Jonny’s baseball background really comes in handy in these types of matches.
Jonny sees the barbed wire bat laid out in the center of the ring and he sees Noah Ortega eyeing it up – Jonny kicks it to him and flips his bat around and around like a sword. Now Noah picks it up and the pair battle out a Star Wars like epic lightsabre scene with baseball bats. Jonny gets the best in the end though jabbing the tip into the eye sockets of Ortega pushing him backward before cracking him on the back of the shoulders. Black tries to get in on the action swinging her phallic device at Jonny who swings too and bats the rubber cock right out of Black’s hands and into the audience. As she tracks the flying wein – Dickie Watson comes up behind her and throws her right over the top rope.
Anderson: VHODKA BLACK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Foote: This Vegas crowd isn’t even concerned a sweaty bloody razor blade covered dildo just entered the audience — they’ve seen it all before.
And just when you think you saw it all before Shogun starts marching to the ring with a fucking sword me made for the bout – rounding out a final six in the fight. Jonny is waiting bat in hand – he swings it and Shogun swings his blade. The sword goes a clean inch down into the wood and Shogun yanks it from Jonny's hand pulling him toward Shogun in the process for a huge exploder suplex. The crowd pops as Shogun raises him arms taunting. Watson kicks Shogun in the back of the knee and comes off the ropes catching him in the back of the head with a knee strike. Page is up to battle Watson – but Watson hits a few kicks to the shin then one to the head. Watson off the ropes now and he he’s stopped with a flying knee strike by Bunk Nasty. Watson staggers and is pulled backward with a snap dragon from Nasty.
Sting: What in the hell we have a full on sword in this battle and the action is at its peak.
Shogun removes his blade from the bat and walks over to Chris Page who is down, he walks over his back and pull’s Page’s face up making him look to the Vegas crowd. Shogun takes the blade and presses it into Page’s forehead — he drags the sharp blade across and cuts Page open – his face red – a dark red as the deep cut gushes.
Foote: i can’t fucking believe what I jsut saw and this sick crowd is cheering for Shogun after that. Fuck, Iove a good deathmatch it is why I am here – but I didn’t even think Shogun had that in him.
Sting: He might not be deathmacth versed – but he knows all about the art of war and how to apply it.
Ortega and Ferolino are going at it. Ortega hits a DDT, but shakes his arm as he gets back up as he just tucked the barbed wire helmet strapped securely to Buck Nasty’s head in between his arm and rib to deliver to move. He looks down at the cuts, then ducks a closeline from Buck Nasty. Ferolino hits the ropes and comes back with a huge diving headbutt, but Ortega ducks pulls the top rope down and Buck Nasty is sent clear over the top onto the announce table sliding across onto Foote’s slap and onto the ground.
Foote: What the fuck… I didn’t sign up for this.
Anderson: BUCK NASTY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Sting: And then there were five.
Watson is poking a broken Parkway Drive CD into the head of Shogun when Jonny hits Dickie on the back with his bat. He puts the bat over Dickie’s head and across the neck and pulls back with a German suplex. Dickie rolls to his feet but is closelined right over the rope by Jonny C.
Anderson: DICKIE WATSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Ortega finally gets even with Jonny hitting him across the back – then in the kidney area with his barbed wire bat. Page saves Jonny though hitting Noah with a butterfly suplex.
Sting: This one is all over the fucking place. I gave up calling it ten minutes ago.
Jonny is up now and Shogun catches home with a forearm sending him over the top rope to the apron Jonny throws a left from the outside but Shogun blocks it and smashes Jonny’s head off one of the turnbuckles. He tumbles to the outside.
Anderson: JONNY C HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Shogun taunts to the cheering crowd. He raises his razor sharp sword to the cheering Vegas crowd. He swings it at Noah but ducks – Shogun swings it once more as hard as he can and Noah side steps causing Shogun to slice right through the top rope snapping it.
Foote: What the hell… that sword cut through the top rope like butter and it’s not just rubber foalks that steal cable for the love of Jesus our fucking lord I swear.
The momentum of the swing does cause Shogun to drop his blade though and Noah sees the top rope on the ground – taking advantage he snap suplexes Shogun right over it. Shogun is up though and Noah quickly hits a superkick then a spinning back kick all polished off with a Pele kick that causes Shogun to fall out of the ring. Shogun goes to step back in and JJ Huffman grabs his arm explaining he technically went over the top rope andit out.
Anderson: ELIMINATED FROM THIS MATCH SHOGUN KAISER!!!!!
Sting: What?
Foote: What ring awareness by this young man. He knows that ring like the back of his hand. He just suplexed Shogun over the top rope he sliced off himself and kicked him out of the ring… so technically… Shogun is gone.
Noah is taunting to the crowd who can’t help but cheer his innovation – it’s now down to him and Chris Page death match rules… wait… Page with a roll up. Tom Garcia counts with his strong arm.
1
2
3!!!!???
DING! DING! DING!!!!!
Noah kicksout but too late pushing a blood battered Chris Page off him. He puts his hands out objecting to the refs call.
Sting: He was waiting for a bell to signal the deathmatch portion but here in CU:LT it just goes right into it. What a tough break for Noah and this crowd is losing it feeling it got robbed just now by Page from seeing a one on one deathmatch.
Anderson: The winner of the match and picking a partner to challenge for the Double Homicide Championships at Masacre in Miami ‘Chronic’ Chris Page!!!!
Garcia raises Pages hand, he laughs brushing the blood out of his face as the crowd chants “FUCK CHRIS PAGE!!!” over and over.
Sting: I’m as upset as these people are.
Foote: Oh whatever, this guy has decades and decades of experience. He managed to get through this entire fight being part of the first pack of six, didn’t even bring a weapon to the ring and only had one elimination… the only one he was smart enough to realize that mattered the one two three that gets him a shot at the tag titles here.
Page is getting medical attention for the giant gash in his forehead and help to the back as a ring crew comes out to add a new top rope before we get back to the rest of the action.
Sting: Noah got robbed here tonight if you ask me -- there should have been a bell before the death match portion and I hope he gets some revenge on Chris Page down the line.
Anderson: The following contest is a weapon of choice battle royal – to keep the action as exciting as possible only six people will be in the ring out a time. Every time someone is eliminated by being tossed over the rope ad new CU:LT member replaces them til we are down to the final six. The last two standing will fight under deathmatch rules.
Sting: This has to be the craziest way for us to kick off a show yet.
Anderson announces all the people in the ring the camera zooming in on them and their weapon of choice. Riley MacKenna armed with a Iphone in a tube sock, Cypher armed with a keyboard, Ace Sky armed with a classic kendo stick, Chris Page standing with his dukes up and Javier Cortes with a pair of gold brass knuckles on his right hand.
Foote: Let’s kick it off with a little bit of blood.
DING! DING! DING!
It’s just a clusterfuck as all six collide in the center of the ring Cypher swings wildly with his keyboard and Ace Sky ducks it – just for Mackenna to take some keys to the face. MacKenna in turn swings his Iphone in a sock catching Cypher in the side of the head. Ace Sky hit’s Cypher from the back with a dropkick sending him over the top rope. JJ Huffman and Tom Garcia are a two man ref tag duo calling the eliminations on the outside.
Anderson: CYPHER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Ace lights up MacKenna with the kendo stick hitting him in the arms and legs but Chris Page comes up behind Ace and drops him backwards with a backdrop. He’s laying down punches til MacKenna pushes him off. Cortez joins the fray smashing the bridge of MacKenna’s nose with a straight arm punch with his brass knuckled fist.
Sting: I wouldn’t be surprised if his nose is broken.
Legion blasts by Cypher on his way out. She is holding a led pipe and slide into the ring to join the battle. She nails Mackenna in the gut with it as he’s trying to check and see if the bridge of his nose is still in alignment. Chris Page meanwhile somehow twists Cortes’ arm up pushing his own fist with brass knuckles attached up into his jaw and drops him down with a cutter. Crotes springs up off the mat and Ace Sky closelines him over the top. Sky the only one to eliminate anyone yet.
Anderson: CORTES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
As soon as Cortes’ feet hit the ground on the outside ‘Buck Nasty’ Jolyne Ferolino runs to the ring – her signature spiked army helmet wrapped in barbed wire tonight. Buck Nasty gets in the ring and gives a round of barbed wire headbutts to everyone – giving every single person in the ring some color besides Legion who manages to avoid the initial attack.
Foote: This is what I love about Buck Nasty! She is a complete savage – she ended the career of the grotesque Lady Fartmouth and here tonight she might headbutt some faces and mash them right into looking like arseholes.
Legion swings her led pipe and nails Buck Nasty on top of her helmet protected head – Ferolino lets out a war cry – grabs Legion and pulls her facedown on top of her barbed wire helmet with a jaw breaker. Riley MacKenna tries to take advantage of the situation and runs at Buck Nasty, but she backdrops him over her shoulder to the outside.
Anderson: RILEY MACKENNA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Squiggly the clown runs to the ring with a massive mallet. He swings it in a circle in the center of the ring and everyone ducks to avoid it – expect Ace Sky who leaps over it on the swing and catches the clown in the neck with a kendo stick. Page assist getting up and hitting Squiggly with a spinning back elbow sending him staggering. Sky once again dropkicks someone over to the top rope…
Sting: This is a breakout performance in CU:LT for Ace Sky! Battle royals might be his specialty.
Anderson: SQUIGGLY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Kit Morgan runs down to replace the clown. Morgan's weapon of choice is a fucking brick…. He chucks it at Ferolino as he gets in the ring but she ducks and it catches Legion in the face knocking her down. Ace hits Kit with a hurricanrana sending him into Chris Page who smashes the keyboard Cypher was using at the start of the match into Kit’s face. The CU:LT crowd is booing Chris Page as he holds the keyboard up taunting.
Sting: This crowd does not seem to be taking to kindly to Chris Page and the idea of using CU:LT as his little playground to prepare for a deathmatch showdown at The Cannabis Cup.
Shmodka Smack comes running to the ring to a cheering crowd – her mustache prominent – her large battle dildo gripped in one hand – it’s wrapped in razor wire and razor blades and is duck taped at the bottom for a nice handle. She comes in the ring and hits Legion right in the throat with the damn thing. She drop toe holds Kit Morgan hitting his face off the bottom rope. Then she jams the wide fake cock into his mouth the duct tape end first. Smack lets it hang out of his mouth over the apron edge slightly. Smack lifts Legion up, hosting her over the top rope and just simply dropping her down crotch first on the dido making Kit’s head flip up off the bottom rope and ping down again onto the edge of the apron. Legion checks her cut up thighs as she shakes her head and makes her way to the back.
Anderson: LEGION HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
Foote: I can’t believe what I am seeing. A dildo as a weapon… It's a joke on the whole business.
Sting: Hey, it proves effective. Smack learned the dangerous art of dildo action when she was in Sweden.
Iggy Deluna runs to the ring with a metal chain wrapped around one hand. She slides int he ring, but Ace Sky catches her with the kendo stick on one side of the head and Smack catches her with the razor blade dildo on the other sandwiching Iggy’s head. Ferolino runs and closeline Iggy over the top.
Anderson: IGGY DELUNA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!
As soon as Iggy’s feet hit the ground Noah Ortega struts to the ring with a barbed wire bat over his shoulder. He steps through the ropes and just takes the action in. Kit Morgan staggers toward him after taking a suplex from Chris Page and Noah swings the bat cracking Kit in the face sending him clean over to the top rope.
Foote: HOME RUN!!!!
Anderson: KIT MORGAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
The crowd pops for the one and only “Whole Cogan” Craig Cogan – his muscles flexing – his joints perfect as he extends them toward the ring. “Cogan” chants ring out as he slides into the ring to do battle and gets absolutely blasted with a kendo stick over and over by Ace Sky. Smack hits him in the neck with her battle dildo and he reaches for his throat as the razor blades cause some small clean cuts. Ferolino off the top rope cracks Cogan open with a diving headbutt to the standing walking talking action figure.
Foote: I have no idea if this dumb ass knows if this sport is legit or not… he’s probably going to die out here and to be quite honest I’m interested in seeing it.
Ace Sky tries to hit Buck Nasty with the kendo stick but she blocks it with her helmet causing it to break. She kids Ace in the stomach and uppercuts him then runs at him using her head once again cracking him in the face with a headbutt and sending him over to the top road ending his huge run.
Anderson: ACE SKY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Sting: Aw, that’s bullshit I was really hoping Sky would be able to pick up his first major win.
Chris Page sits in the corner catching his breath, being the only one from the first wave to of competitors to still be in the match - and well being old a fuck compared to the rest.. The crowd cheers as Dickie Watson’s music hits and he makes his way to the ring with a sack full of smashed up Parkway Drive CD’s.
Sting: I am so excited to see the arrival of Dickie Watson and this Vegas crowd loves him. I think Watson is the future of CU:LT.
Watson slides in the ring while Cogan is trying to block shots from Ferolino. Amazingly he pushes her back with a boot – then hits a spine buster on Smack. Cogan nails a closeline on Ortega and seems to be on a bit of a roll till Chris Page pulls a join from his tights and lights it. Page takes some sharp puffs then blows a whole cloud of smoke into Cogan’s face.
Foote: Looks like Cogan was wrong about having the strongest joints in the business.
Cogan lays a few strikes into Page, but his mouth grows pasty — his swings even more slow – and he spots a bag of chips a child is eating in the crowd. A very stoned Cogan hops over the top rope on his own free will – leaps to the outside – yanks the chips from the young fan and hammers handful after handful into his mouth. The child's dad tries to take them back but Cogan yanks them away just in time and security gets between the family and the Cogester. He walks off into the cheering crowd.
Anderson: CRAIG GOGAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Smack hits Page in the corner with a dropkick, then she hits a neckbreaker on Ortega causing him to lose grip on his barbed wire decorated bat. She turns and is suplex by Watson right onto the sharp pile of Parkway Drive CD’s now laid across the canvas. Smack hold her back and the sweat from the match causes her mustache to fall clean off her face.
Foote: What the fuck… that’s not a beareded woman at all that is FIGHTNYC!’s Vhodka Black!
Black smirks knowing her disguise has been lifted as “Vhodka” chants ring out in the arena. She grabs her dildo and gets even with Watson nailing him in the rips with the tip of it.
Sting: What a huge signing for CU:LT! She had the entire wrestling industry fooled – people only thought she might be here tonight to support her husband Vincent Black as he challenges for the Classic Championship against a good family friend in Brandon Moore.
Jonny C appears on stage with a baseball bat in hand. He slides in the ring and lights everyone up with a shot holding his bat in the air. He had to crack Ferolino three times to have an impact on her due to the helmet – but Jonny don’t mind swinging.
Foote: Jonny’s baseball background really comes in handy in these types of matches.
Jonny sees the barbed wire bat laid out in the center of the ring and he sees Noah Ortega eyeing it up – Jonny kicks it to him and flips his bat around and around like a sword. Now Noah picks it up and the pair battle out a Star Wars like epic lightsabre scene with baseball bats. Jonny gets the best in the end though jabbing the tip into the eye sockets of Ortega pushing him backward before cracking him on the back of the shoulders. Black tries to get in on the action swinging her phallic device at Jonny who swings too and bats the rubber cock right out of Black’s hands and into the audience. As she tracks the flying wein – Dickie Watson comes up behind her and throws her right over the top rope.
Anderson: VHODKA BLACK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Foote: This Vegas crowd isn’t even concerned a sweaty bloody razor blade covered dildo just entered the audience — they’ve seen it all before.
And just when you think you saw it all before Shogun starts marching to the ring with a fucking sword me made for the bout – rounding out a final six in the fight. Jonny is waiting bat in hand – he swings it and Shogun swings his blade. The sword goes a clean inch down into the wood and Shogun yanks it from Jonny's hand pulling him toward Shogun in the process for a huge exploder suplex. The crowd pops as Shogun raises him arms taunting. Watson kicks Shogun in the back of the knee and comes off the ropes catching him in the back of the head with a knee strike. Page is up to battle Watson – but Watson hits a few kicks to the shin then one to the head. Watson off the ropes now and he he’s stopped with a flying knee strike by Bunk Nasty. Watson staggers and is pulled backward with a snap dragon from Nasty.
Sting: What in the hell we have a full on sword in this battle and the action is at its peak.
Shogun removes his blade from the bat and walks over to Chris Page who is down, he walks over his back and pull’s Page’s face up making him look to the Vegas crowd. Shogun takes the blade and presses it into Page’s forehead — he drags the sharp blade across and cuts Page open – his face red – a dark red as the deep cut gushes.
Foote: i can’t fucking believe what I jsut saw and this sick crowd is cheering for Shogun after that. Fuck, Iove a good deathmatch it is why I am here – but I didn’t even think Shogun had that in him.
Sting: He might not be deathmacth versed – but he knows all about the art of war and how to apply it.
Ortega and Ferolino are going at it. Ortega hits a DDT, but shakes his arm as he gets back up as he just tucked the barbed wire helmet strapped securely to Buck Nasty’s head in between his arm and rib to deliver to move. He looks down at the cuts, then ducks a closeline from Buck Nasty. Ferolino hits the ropes and comes back with a huge diving headbutt, but Ortega ducks pulls the top rope down and Buck Nasty is sent clear over the top onto the announce table sliding across onto Foote’s slap and onto the ground.
Foote: What the fuck… I didn’t sign up for this.
Anderson: BUCK NASTY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Sting: And then there were five.
Watson is poking a broken Parkway Drive CD into the head of Shogun when Jonny hits Dickie on the back with his bat. He puts the bat over Dickie’s head and across the neck and pulls back with a German suplex. Dickie rolls to his feet but is closelined right over the rope by Jonny C.
Anderson: DICKIE WATSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Ortega finally gets even with Jonny hitting him across the back – then in the kidney area with his barbed wire bat. Page saves Jonny though hitting Noah with a butterfly suplex.
Sting: This one is all over the fucking place. I gave up calling it ten minutes ago.
Jonny is up now and Shogun catches home with a forearm sending him over the top rope to the apron Jonny throws a left from the outside but Shogun blocks it and smashes Jonny’s head off one of the turnbuckles. He tumbles to the outside.
Anderson: JONNY C HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Shogun taunts to the cheering crowd. He raises his razor sharp sword to the cheering Vegas crowd. He swings it at Noah but ducks – Shogun swings it once more as hard as he can and Noah side steps causing Shogun to slice right through the top rope snapping it.
Foote: What the hell… that sword cut through the top rope like butter and it’s not just rubber foalks that steal cable for the love of Jesus our fucking lord I swear.
The momentum of the swing does cause Shogun to drop his blade though and Noah sees the top rope on the ground – taking advantage he snap suplexes Shogun right over it. Shogun is up though and Noah quickly hits a superkick then a spinning back kick all polished off with a Pele kick that causes Shogun to fall out of the ring. Shogun goes to step back in and JJ Huffman grabs his arm explaining he technically went over the top rope andit out.
Anderson: ELIMINATED FROM THIS MATCH SHOGUN KAISER!!!!!
Sting: What?
Foote: What ring awareness by this young man. He knows that ring like the back of his hand. He just suplexed Shogun over the top rope he sliced off himself and kicked him out of the ring… so technically… Shogun is gone.
Noah is taunting to the crowd who can’t help but cheer his innovation – it’s now down to him and Chris Page death match rules… wait… Page with a roll up. Tom Garcia counts with his strong arm.
1
2
3!!!!???
DING! DING! DING!!!!!
Noah kicksout but too late pushing a blood battered Chris Page off him. He puts his hands out objecting to the refs call.
Sting: He was waiting for a bell to signal the deathmatch portion but here in CU:LT it just goes right into it. What a tough break for Noah and this crowd is losing it feeling it got robbed just now by Page from seeing a one on one deathmatch.
Anderson: The winner of the match and picking a partner to challenge for the Double Homicide Championships at Masacre in Miami ‘Chronic’ Chris Page!!!!
Garcia raises Pages hand, he laughs brushing the blood out of his face as the crowd chants “FUCK CHRIS PAGE!!!” over and over.
Sting: I’m as upset as these people are.
Foote: Oh whatever, this guy has decades and decades of experience. He managed to get through this entire fight being part of the first pack of six, didn’t even bring a weapon to the ring and only had one elimination… the only one he was smart enough to realize that mattered the one two three that gets him a shot at the tag titles here.
Page is getting medical attention for the giant gash in his forehead and help to the back as a ring crew comes out to add a new top rope before we get back to the rest of the action.
Sting: Noah got robbed here tonight if you ask me -- there should have been a bell before the death match portion and I hope he gets some revenge on Chris Page down the line.
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.
Foote: It’s going to be a tough debut for this little French fry as she takes on an industry veteran in Max Daemon.
"Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young plays on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a smirk on his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He has a red Solo cup in his hand. He looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts. He finishes his drink and tosses the cup behind him.
Anderson: On his way to the ring. Currently residing in a version of Baltimore, MD. Weighing in at 180 lbs. He...is Max...DAEMON!
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron. He steps onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the middle rope and the left on the top. He throws down his hood, unzipping his jacket as the chorus fades away. He points to the hard camera, giving it a finger gun "shot".
Foote: The former SNUFF Champion is no joke – he went toe to toe with JD Driftwood at Jonestown Reunion. He can find his way to the very top of the card if he is able to pull off a win here at What Happens In Vegas and carries the momentum to take the whole tournament.
Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He tosses it aside and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a quick clear drink of alcohol before emptying it down his gullet. He rolls back in and waits patiently for whomever his opponent is as he sits down in the corner, the smirk never leaving his face.
Sting: These two eyeing another up – but there doesn’t seem to be much hatred between the two. They are just sizing each other up for now.
Tom Garcia calls for the bell with his little arm.
DING! DING! DING!
Max and Beaufort lock up – Max thinks he will get an early advantage using his strength to push Beaufort back – but she hits him with a beautiful Judo throw and follows him to the ground trying to lock in a rear naked choke. Max prys the arms from around his neck and scrambles to his feet. Beaufort backs him up with leg kicks, then a spinning backhand to push him into the corner. The French Rose hits a cartwheel closeline on Max who falls face first to the mat.
Foote: What the fucking hell is this? I don’t think Max knew how dangerous his opponent could be.
The French Rose continues the attack with a round house kick – but Daemon ducks it. He hits Beaufort with a knee strike to the gut, then a suplex. She springs off the mat from the momentum and Max his a picture perfect dropkick knocking her back down on her ass.
Sting: She may have caught Max off guard for a second but her inexperience is showing now.
Beaufort is starting to get up and is taken out with an enzuguri. Max hits a standing moonsault and make the cover. Garcia starts the count.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Well she has some fight in her – I’ll give her that.
As Max is getting up he somehow finds himself twisted into a triangle choke. He squirms as Beaufort wraps it in tight – but suddenly she is hoisted into the air. Max goes to slam her down, but Beaufort lets go and lands on her feet. She nails Max with a roundhouse kick now and he falls like a timbering tree. Beaufort makes the cover.
Sting: What a kick from The French Rose. The inexperienced she has makes her pretty unpredictable at times.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Only good enough for two.
Beaufort drives knees into the side and rib cage of Max Daemon trying not the let him up. He gets to his feet but is Judo flipped back down once again and locked into a rear naked choke. Max prys the arms off from around his neck once more, bit this time Beaufort takes one of those limbs and twists it into an arm bar. Max flips trying to twist his arm free and eventually gets out. Both competitors to their feet now. Beaufort dodges a right from Max, slips in behind him and hits a snap German suplex – she bridges for the pin.
1
2
3!!!????
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: I can’t believe this rookie almost took Daemon out like that – it almost seemed like a veteran move.
Foote: Nah, she’s just working on instinct trust me.
As if Max can hear Foote’s words – he rips Beaufort’s head pretty much clean off with a closeline. You can see the frustration in Daemon’s face as he picks Beaufort up. Max nails a suplex and brings Beaufort back to her feet, not letting go of the lock. Max jumps up with a leaping dragon sleeper backstabber.
Foote: DEVIL TRIGGER!!!!
A frustrated Max doesn’t go for the pin though, instead he locks in a camel clutch from the dragon sleeper position twisting Beaufort’s neck.
Sting: He’s hitting all the classics locking her in the Arbiter now.
Beaufort doesn’t last too long – she taps opting to fight another day. Garcia makes Max break the hold and raises his arm to the booing Vegas crowd. Max hits them with a double middle finger as his win is announced.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match by submission and moving on to round II of the Ouija Board Tournament… MAX DAEMON!.
Foote: I’m scared for the next person in this tournament and has to go up against Mad fucking Max himself.
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.
Foote: It’s going to be a tough debut for this little French fry as she takes on an industry veteran in Max Daemon.
"Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young plays on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a smirk on his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He has a red Solo cup in his hand. He looks out at the crowd for a few moments until the verse starts. He finishes his drink and tosses the cup behind him.
Anderson: On his way to the ring. Currently residing in a version of Baltimore, MD. Weighing in at 180 lbs. He...is Max...DAEMON!
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron. He steps onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the middle rope and the left on the top. He throws down his hood, unzipping his jacket as the chorus fades away. He points to the hard camera, giving it a finger gun "shot".
Foote: The former SNUFF Champion is no joke – he went toe to toe with JD Driftwood at Jonestown Reunion. He can find his way to the very top of the card if he is able to pull off a win here at What Happens In Vegas and carries the momentum to take the whole tournament.
Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He tosses it aside and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a quick clear drink of alcohol before emptying it down his gullet. He rolls back in and waits patiently for whomever his opponent is as he sits down in the corner, the smirk never leaving his face.
Sting: These two eyeing another up – but there doesn’t seem to be much hatred between the two. They are just sizing each other up for now.
Tom Garcia calls for the bell with his little arm.
DING! DING! DING!
Max and Beaufort lock up – Max thinks he will get an early advantage using his strength to push Beaufort back – but she hits him with a beautiful Judo throw and follows him to the ground trying to lock in a rear naked choke. Max prys the arms from around his neck and scrambles to his feet. Beaufort backs him up with leg kicks, then a spinning backhand to push him into the corner. The French Rose hits a cartwheel closeline on Max who falls face first to the mat.
Foote: What the fucking hell is this? I don’t think Max knew how dangerous his opponent could be.
The French Rose continues the attack with a round house kick – but Daemon ducks it. He hits Beaufort with a knee strike to the gut, then a suplex. She springs off the mat from the momentum and Max his a picture perfect dropkick knocking her back down on her ass.
Sting: She may have caught Max off guard for a second but her inexperience is showing now.
Beaufort is starting to get up and is taken out with an enzuguri. Max hits a standing moonsault and make the cover. Garcia starts the count.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Well she has some fight in her – I’ll give her that.
As Max is getting up he somehow finds himself twisted into a triangle choke. He squirms as Beaufort wraps it in tight – but suddenly she is hoisted into the air. Max goes to slam her down, but Beaufort lets go and lands on her feet. She nails Max with a roundhouse kick now and he falls like a timbering tree. Beaufort makes the cover.
Sting: What a kick from The French Rose. The inexperienced she has makes her pretty unpredictable at times.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Only good enough for two.
Beaufort drives knees into the side and rib cage of Max Daemon trying not the let him up. He gets to his feet but is Judo flipped back down once again and locked into a rear naked choke. Max prys the arms off from around his neck once more, bit this time Beaufort takes one of those limbs and twists it into an arm bar. Max flips trying to twist his arm free and eventually gets out. Both competitors to their feet now. Beaufort dodges a right from Max, slips in behind him and hits a snap German suplex – she bridges for the pin.
1
2
3!!!????
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: I can’t believe this rookie almost took Daemon out like that – it almost seemed like a veteran move.
Foote: Nah, she’s just working on instinct trust me.
As if Max can hear Foote’s words – he rips Beaufort’s head pretty much clean off with a closeline. You can see the frustration in Daemon’s face as he picks Beaufort up. Max nails a suplex and brings Beaufort back to her feet, not letting go of the lock. Max jumps up with a leaping dragon sleeper backstabber.
Foote: DEVIL TRIGGER!!!!
A frustrated Max doesn’t go for the pin though, instead he locks in a camel clutch from the dragon sleeper position twisting Beaufort’s neck.
Sting: He’s hitting all the classics locking her in the Arbiter now.
Beaufort doesn’t last too long – she taps opting to fight another day. Garcia makes Max break the hold and raises his arm to the booing Vegas crowd. Max hits them with a double middle finger as his win is announced.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match by submission and moving on to round II of the Ouija Board Tournament… MAX DAEMON!.
Foote: I’m scared for the next person in this tournament and has to go up against Mad fucking Max himself.
Donald was given another match to prepare. Picking Ace Sky in the battle royal was not a good move. Sure he got the most eliminations but that didn't matter at all to Raffalo.
Raffalo: You ready Donald. You have to get on with it eventually.
Donald took a shot, his hands shaking as Raffalo's body guard holds his hand out on the table and Raffalo pulls out his cigar cutter. He puts Donald's pinky in the miniature guillotine.
Raffalo: I know, I know it was a bit of bullshit I got you to pick a person in the battle royal - odds are not to great huh. I figured it would be best though, get you used to the pain.
Raffalo turns the TV up so the sound of the PPV arena can be heard through the luxury hotel room as he pushes down hard driving the cigar cutter into the flesh of Donald. He screams in pain as the blade pushes past the skin of his pinky and into the bone. Raffalo pushes as hard as he can but it’s just putting pressure on the bone and not snapping it off.
Raffalo: Fuck it's a lot easier in the movies huh.
Raffalo pulls Donald's hand off the table it's on and onto the ground - the bodyguard hold Doland in place and Raffalo comes off the top of table stomping down on Donad's finger with a brutal crunch snapping it off. Donald cries in pain as the bodyguard put pressure on the wound.
Raffalo: What a workout. Alright... just four more digits left.. you get em all right and you pay me back simple as that.
Raffalo laughs putting the fingertip of the severed pinky into his mouth and lighting the severed end pretending to suck on it lighting it like a cigar -- he laughs throwing it on the ground for Donald to collect while he picks his next bets carefully.
Raffalo: You ready Donald. You have to get on with it eventually.
Donald took a shot, his hands shaking as Raffalo's body guard holds his hand out on the table and Raffalo pulls out his cigar cutter. He puts Donald's pinky in the miniature guillotine.
Raffalo: I know, I know it was a bit of bullshit I got you to pick a person in the battle royal - odds are not to great huh. I figured it would be best though, get you used to the pain.
Raffalo turns the TV up so the sound of the PPV arena can be heard through the luxury hotel room as he pushes down hard driving the cigar cutter into the flesh of Donald. He screams in pain as the blade pushes past the skin of his pinky and into the bone. Raffalo pushes as hard as he can but it’s just putting pressure on the bone and not snapping it off.
Raffalo: Fuck it's a lot easier in the movies huh.
Raffalo pulls Donald's hand off the table it's on and onto the ground - the bodyguard hold Doland in place and Raffalo comes off the top of table stomping down on Donad's finger with a brutal crunch snapping it off. Donald cries in pain as the bodyguard put pressure on the wound.
Raffalo: What a workout. Alright... just four more digits left.. you get em all right and you pay me back simple as that.
Raffalo laughs putting the fingertip of the severed pinky into his mouth and lighting the severed end pretending to suck on it lighting it like a cigar -- he laughs throwing it on the ground for Donald to collect while he picks his next bets carefully.
The camera opens to the ring now done up in proper deathmatch fashion. There is a bundle of light tubes in two turnbuckles – a sheet of plywood with barbed wire attached leaning in another corner and a pane of glass in another. Outside the ring there are several other various weapons and a couple tables set up.
Anderson: The following contest is a tag team deathmatch for the Double Homicide Championships.
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 -- Roosevelt holding the Double Homicide Championships over both shoulders.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring the Double Homicide Champions Three Ring Barney.
Foote: This is one of the hottest tag teams in the business if you as me and no matter who Chris Page picks off the roster to tag with him they will have a hell of a time if Three Ring Barney defends in Vegas.
Three Ring Barney makes it to the end of the ramp and walks over to the cage door. Luna Baby and Royston Popplewell climbs into the ring and await their opponents.
Sting: They have had matches already in this company which will go down as all time classics.
Anderson: And making her return to CU:LT! Standing 5’’10' weighing in at 150lbs from Cleveland, OH… SERENA RIOTTT!
“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. Riot holds the bat over her shoulder tapping her awaiting one of her closest partners in life and now in the ring Holden Ross.
Sting: I guess Riot and Ross have dubbed their tag team Hate Skwad.
Foote: I would have gone with Jizz Wad – but whatever.
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the stage is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Sting: Ross may have some up sort but he’s now tagging with ZION Wrestling’s Wrestler of the Year. I think this combo is going to work out.
Foote: This crowd needs to get behind Ross – they are booing here in Vegas, but they don’t seem to mind Riot. It doesn’t matter – I think Riot redeems himself here tonight and pick up that first one he has been workin’ his ass off for.
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. Riot and Ross march toward the ring.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring; standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
The sirens are relentless as the team starts running to the ring and slide inside. Right away they start attacking the champions colliding with them, fists and feet fly everywhere as Tom Garcia calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: And we are off!
Riot hits Royston in the gut with the barbed wire bat – he folds over she she nails him across the back. He staggers in pain, but doesn’t fall so Riot hits him in the back of the knee. As he falls down to his knee and Riot smashes the bat into his skull busting him wide open in the first few minutes of the match.
Foote: Riot has clearly been missed, but it looks like Three Ring Barney was not on that list. Chester Roosvelt is just hammering the mat on the outside.
Luna Baby is trying to do her best to avoid the wild strikes of Holden Ross. Luna kicks Ross in the gut – but it has little effect. Luna hits the ropes and comes and Ross with a crosbody but is caught right out of the air. Ross spins Luna around to slam her to the mat but she spins all the way around him to hit a tilt-a-whirl DDT.
Sting: Luna always finds a way to do damage no matter the size of the opponent.
Foote: The clown is no fuckin’ joke Stacy.
Riot goes to hit Royston with the bat once again – this time he just fucking catches it – right on the barbs. The spikes push into the hand of Royston and blood runs down his arm – he pulls the bat and Riot with it right into a belly to belly suplex. Riot bounces off the mat and gets to her feet charging Popplewell. He side steps – he uses Riot’s momentum and grabs her by the back of the neck and tights, sending her head first into one of the bundles of tubes. The crowd busts out with ‘holy shit chants.’
Sting: Royston just tossed Riot clear across the ring – then face first into those tubes and the crowd is loving it. The man is an absolute beast between the ropes you have to wonder what he would do as a singles wrestler – and less under the thumb of Roosevelt and Luna Baby.
Roosevelt screams at Royston to help Luna Baby who is trying to suplex Holden to no avail. Royston comes up to aid in a double suplex – but Ross somehow pulls the two members of Three Ring Barney up and over himself with a suplex of his own. The crowd can’t help but cheer the feat of strength.
Foote: What a huge move by Ross and he is not letting up stomping the big dumb mute head of Popplewell.
Luna is scooped up by Ross and driven across the ring with a body slam right into the corner and through the pane of glass leaning in it. Ross shakes the glass off him and Luna scooping her up once more – he puts her back up on his shoulder and slams Luna into the barbed wire board. Ross pulls Luna out of the corner by the leg just as Riot comes off the top with an elbow drop. Riot makes the cover and Garcia counts with his small arm – a little slower than his jacked other one.
1
2
3???!!!
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: The crowd was so silent you could heat a fart from the bathroom. They were as shocked as I was thinking we’d see new champions.
Roosevelt is screaming for Popplewell to come to and he does – he takes Ross out with a big boot. Riot stands toe to toe with Ross – him caked with blood – her caked with white powder and glass from light tubes. She hits Popplewell with forearms that hit Royston on the upper chest. She boots Riot back – she bounces off the ropes and comes back only to get lifted up into a powerbomb – Royston tosses her down over to top rope and through one of the tables outside the ring.
Sting: Royston does not fuck around and this Vegas crowd is loving seeing him toss Riot clean over the top rope.
Luna Baby is getting even with Ross for tossing her through the glass earlier – Luna’s arms are all cut up. Luna is scarping the barbed wire bat Riot brought to the party over Ross’s face – giving him a crimson mask. Royston holds Luna Baby up over his head in a gorilla press slam – he tosses her right at Ross as he stands up and she hits a corkscrew cross body and covers.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: It’s so hard as a competitor to gague if you have a better chance at winning the match when Tom Garcia is the fucking ref – if he sounded with his strong arm this one would be over.
Riot slides back into the ring – a table with her. Luna strikes her across the back stopping her from setting it up – but Riot fights her off with a black elbow to set up the table. On the other side of the ring Ross and Poppelwell are having a hoss fight continuing their brawling from last month at Jonestown Reunion. They blast one another with forearms until Ross finally gets the best of Royston with a brutal spinebuster. Ross then pulls out the fork he is known to always carry in his boot and starts jabbing it into the open wound already formed on Royson’s forehead. The crowd boos as Royston can’t fight him off.
Sting: Some Hannibal Lecter shit always going on in this company.
Foote: Wrestler forehead pairs well with a can of whoop ass.
Riot has laid Luna out and has pushed two sets of ring steps under the ropes and into the ring. Riot pulls Luna’s body to the center of the ring and positions one set of steps by her head and the other by her feet. She then puts the table across creating a structure. Meanwhile Ross swings Popplewell off the ropes and tosses him up over the table Ross set up and she catches Popplewell out of the air with a cutter. Popplewell crashes through the table, his chest getting hung up as it breaks through the legs – his head getting caught across one set of steps and his knees swinging down to come onto his own partner below in a clusterfuck of splinters. Riot makes the cover by swinging an arm over Luna as Royston rolls out of the ring.
Foote: I think I saw a camouflaged duo do that tag move before – but never through a table set up on steps like that.
1
2
3!!!!????
Ross taunts the crowd for the win turning his back to the cover.
ROOSEVELT BREAKS IT UP!!!!
Sting: This is robbery – he is not even part of this match!!!
Riot kicks Roosevelt off her boot as the crowd jeers his antics. Suddenly Holden Ross comes through around the comer he picks Roosevelt up on his shoulder and he drives the big man into the barricade – the two bust right through it.
Foote: Things are literally breaking down here. You have one of these 300 pound fucks land on the legs of some kid some rich pirck bought to the show and we’re fucked with a lawsuit.
Back in the ring – Riot swing her barbed wire bat at Luna who ducks it and drop toe holds Riot down – her faces smashing off her own weapon. Luna drop kicks Riot in the head. Royston locks Riot in a camel clutch, with a knee on the small of her back. Ross runs to the ring to break up the submission hold – but Luna springs off the top rope and out of the ring for a 450 closeline. In the ring Riot knows no help is coming and taps out. Royston lets go right away and Tom Garica raises on of his arms.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winners of the match and STILL CU:LT Double Homicide Champions… THREE RING BARNEY!!!!
Anderson: The following contest is a tag team deathmatch for the Double Homicide Championships.
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 -- Roosevelt holding the Double Homicide Championships over both shoulders.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring the Double Homicide Champions Three Ring Barney.
Foote: This is one of the hottest tag teams in the business if you as me and no matter who Chris Page picks off the roster to tag with him they will have a hell of a time if Three Ring Barney defends in Vegas.
Three Ring Barney makes it to the end of the ramp and walks over to the cage door. Luna Baby and Royston Popplewell climbs into the ring and await their opponents.
Sting: They have had matches already in this company which will go down as all time classics.
Anderson: And making her return to CU:LT! Standing 5’’10' weighing in at 150lbs from Cleveland, OH… SERENA RIOTTT!
“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. Riot holds the bat over her shoulder tapping her awaiting one of her closest partners in life and now in the ring Holden Ross.
Sting: I guess Riot and Ross have dubbed their tag team Hate Skwad.
Foote: I would have gone with Jizz Wad – but whatever.
Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the stage is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.
Sting: Ross may have some up sort but he’s now tagging with ZION Wrestling’s Wrestler of the Year. I think this combo is going to work out.
Foote: This crowd needs to get behind Ross – they are booing here in Vegas, but they don’t seem to mind Riot. It doesn’t matter – I think Riot redeems himself here tonight and pick up that first one he has been workin’ his ass off for.
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. Riot and Ross march toward the ring.
Anderson: Making his way to the ring; standing at six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at just over three hundred pounds! He hails from San Luis Obispo! He is “The Bastard!” Hoooooldennnnnnnn RRRRRRRRRRoosssssssss!
The sirens are relentless as the team starts running to the ring and slide inside. Right away they start attacking the champions colliding with them, fists and feet fly everywhere as Tom Garcia calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Foote: And we are off!
Riot hits Royston in the gut with the barbed wire bat – he folds over she she nails him across the back. He staggers in pain, but doesn’t fall so Riot hits him in the back of the knee. As he falls down to his knee and Riot smashes the bat into his skull busting him wide open in the first few minutes of the match.
Foote: Riot has clearly been missed, but it looks like Three Ring Barney was not on that list. Chester Roosvelt is just hammering the mat on the outside.
Luna Baby is trying to do her best to avoid the wild strikes of Holden Ross. Luna kicks Ross in the gut – but it has little effect. Luna hits the ropes and comes and Ross with a crosbody but is caught right out of the air. Ross spins Luna around to slam her to the mat but she spins all the way around him to hit a tilt-a-whirl DDT.
Sting: Luna always finds a way to do damage no matter the size of the opponent.
Foote: The clown is no fuckin’ joke Stacy.
Riot goes to hit Royston with the bat once again – this time he just fucking catches it – right on the barbs. The spikes push into the hand of Royston and blood runs down his arm – he pulls the bat and Riot with it right into a belly to belly suplex. Riot bounces off the mat and gets to her feet charging Popplewell. He side steps – he uses Riot’s momentum and grabs her by the back of the neck and tights, sending her head first into one of the bundles of tubes. The crowd busts out with ‘holy shit chants.’
Sting: Royston just tossed Riot clear across the ring – then face first into those tubes and the crowd is loving it. The man is an absolute beast between the ropes you have to wonder what he would do as a singles wrestler – and less under the thumb of Roosevelt and Luna Baby.
Roosevelt screams at Royston to help Luna Baby who is trying to suplex Holden to no avail. Royston comes up to aid in a double suplex – but Ross somehow pulls the two members of Three Ring Barney up and over himself with a suplex of his own. The crowd can’t help but cheer the feat of strength.
Foote: What a huge move by Ross and he is not letting up stomping the big dumb mute head of Popplewell.
Luna is scooped up by Ross and driven across the ring with a body slam right into the corner and through the pane of glass leaning in it. Ross shakes the glass off him and Luna scooping her up once more – he puts her back up on his shoulder and slams Luna into the barbed wire board. Ross pulls Luna out of the corner by the leg just as Riot comes off the top with an elbow drop. Riot makes the cover and Garcia counts with his small arm – a little slower than his jacked other one.
1
2
3???!!!
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: The crowd was so silent you could heat a fart from the bathroom. They were as shocked as I was thinking we’d see new champions.
Roosevelt is screaming for Popplewell to come to and he does – he takes Ross out with a big boot. Riot stands toe to toe with Ross – him caked with blood – her caked with white powder and glass from light tubes. She hits Popplewell with forearms that hit Royston on the upper chest. She boots Riot back – she bounces off the ropes and comes back only to get lifted up into a powerbomb – Royston tosses her down over to top rope and through one of the tables outside the ring.
Sting: Royston does not fuck around and this Vegas crowd is loving seeing him toss Riot clean over the top rope.
Luna Baby is getting even with Ross for tossing her through the glass earlier – Luna’s arms are all cut up. Luna is scarping the barbed wire bat Riot brought to the party over Ross’s face – giving him a crimson mask. Royston holds Luna Baby up over his head in a gorilla press slam – he tosses her right at Ross as he stands up and she hits a corkscrew cross body and covers.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: It’s so hard as a competitor to gague if you have a better chance at winning the match when Tom Garcia is the fucking ref – if he sounded with his strong arm this one would be over.
Riot slides back into the ring – a table with her. Luna strikes her across the back stopping her from setting it up – but Riot fights her off with a black elbow to set up the table. On the other side of the ring Ross and Poppelwell are having a hoss fight continuing their brawling from last month at Jonestown Reunion. They blast one another with forearms until Ross finally gets the best of Royston with a brutal spinebuster. Ross then pulls out the fork he is known to always carry in his boot and starts jabbing it into the open wound already formed on Royson’s forehead. The crowd boos as Royston can’t fight him off.
Sting: Some Hannibal Lecter shit always going on in this company.
Foote: Wrestler forehead pairs well with a can of whoop ass.
Riot has laid Luna out and has pushed two sets of ring steps under the ropes and into the ring. Riot pulls Luna’s body to the center of the ring and positions one set of steps by her head and the other by her feet. She then puts the table across creating a structure. Meanwhile Ross swings Popplewell off the ropes and tosses him up over the table Ross set up and she catches Popplewell out of the air with a cutter. Popplewell crashes through the table, his chest getting hung up as it breaks through the legs – his head getting caught across one set of steps and his knees swinging down to come onto his own partner below in a clusterfuck of splinters. Riot makes the cover by swinging an arm over Luna as Royston rolls out of the ring.
Foote: I think I saw a camouflaged duo do that tag move before – but never through a table set up on steps like that.
1
2
3!!!!????
Ross taunts the crowd for the win turning his back to the cover.
ROOSEVELT BREAKS IT UP!!!!
Sting: This is robbery – he is not even part of this match!!!
Riot kicks Roosevelt off her boot as the crowd jeers his antics. Suddenly Holden Ross comes through around the comer he picks Roosevelt up on his shoulder and he drives the big man into the barricade – the two bust right through it.
Foote: Things are literally breaking down here. You have one of these 300 pound fucks land on the legs of some kid some rich pirck bought to the show and we’re fucked with a lawsuit.
Back in the ring – Riot swing her barbed wire bat at Luna who ducks it and drop toe holds Riot down – her faces smashing off her own weapon. Luna drop kicks Riot in the head. Royston locks Riot in a camel clutch, with a knee on the small of her back. Ross runs to the ring to break up the submission hold – but Luna springs off the top rope and out of the ring for a 450 closeline. In the ring Riot knows no help is coming and taps out. Royston lets go right away and Tom Garica raises on of his arms.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winners of the match and STILL CU:LT Double Homicide Champions… THREE RING BARNEY!!!!
Tom Garcia steps out of the ring and grabs two velvet bags and ringside and comes back.
Sting: There is a new design to the Double Homicide Championships and Three Ring Barney are about to awarded them
Tom Garcia unveils the new titles and hands one to Luna quickly with a his jacked arm and the other slowly to Royston with his skinny arm. All three members of Three Ring Barney march to the back – Roosevelt coming to after his collision with the barricade.
Foote: This team is seemingly unstoppable. That is their second title defense here in CU:LT and now they have a big money fight with Chris Page – depending on who he picks it could end up being the main event of Massacre in Miami.
Sting: There is a new design to the Double Homicide Championships and Three Ring Barney are about to awarded them
Tom Garcia unveils the new titles and hands one to Luna quickly with a his jacked arm and the other slowly to Royston with his skinny arm. All three members of Three Ring Barney march to the back – Roosevelt coming to after his collision with the barricade.
Foote: This team is seemingly unstoppable. That is their second title defense here in CU:LT and now they have a big money fight with Chris Page – depending on who he picks it could end up being the main event of Massacre in Miami.
As the opening synthwave beat to ‘Kingslayer’ begins to play over the speakers and echoing throughout the arena as it erupts the crowd, a singular spotlight separates itself from the rest and shines down onto the entrance curtain. With the vocals from Oli Sykes kicking in, the figure of Jason Long steps out from behind the curtain to a loud ovation, with a large smile resting on his face as he stops at the top of the ramp. The King glances down onto the camera looking up towards him, a cocky smile being given towards the camera before opening up his jacket and pushing it behind him– beginning his walk down to the ring, mouthing off to the camera as he does.
Foote: This asshole… quite honestly I hope he gets embarrassed here tonight and loses to the rookie.
With the lights all focusing down onto the ringside area, Jason moves along the floor and hops up onto the apron - on the side where the hardcam can get a good look at him - as he leans back against the ropes before entering through the middle ropes. Jason heads into the closest corner to him and climbs up onto the second rope, looking out into the crowd as the introduction is given.
Sting: He’s looking to be the second person to move along in this tournament and I am sure he would love to rub winning this one in Savannah’s face.
Anderson: Introducing first… wrestling out of Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland and weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety-five pounds… HE IS THE LAST BREATHING MERCENARY… THE KING OF WRESTLING… THIS IS JAAAAAASSSOONNNNNNNNNNN LOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!
Just as his name is shouted down the microphone, Jason out-stetched his arms wide and roars out to the crowd, keeping a smile on his face as he does. He removes his leather ring jacket and throws it down to the ringside area before hopping down off of the ropes and leaning back against the turnbuckles.
Sting: He does have some of the biggest star quality on the roster to be honest.
GOLD by The Beaches hits over the PA System. The arena lights turn yellowish/gold and Adi heads out from behind the curtain.
Anderson: And now coming to the ring fighting out of Hollywood, California standing 5”6’ and weighing in at 125lbs of SOLID FUCKING GOLD!!!! ‘GOLDgeous’ ADI GOLD!!!!!!
Gold raises her arms in the air as she heads towards the ring. Adi slides into the ring under the ropes. She jumps on the second turnbuckle trying to get the crowd involved as she bops her head to the song waiting for the match to begin.
Sting: I hope there is no sexual tension here tonight. I hope Gold didn’t take any shots to ease her nerves because roomer has it she my have had a hook up with someone looking similar to Long.
DING! DING! DING!
Long kicks things off literally – Aid Gold’s head with a fucking superkick right as the bell rings showing no mercy. He waits for her to get up and hits a shining wizard. Long hits an uppercut – comes off the ropes and hits a running blockbuster – flipping over gold and dragging her down with an neck breaker. Long taunts to the cheering Vegas crowd. Long leaps up to the top rope and comes off with a 450 splash – referee JJ Huffman counts….
Sting: No mercy at all from Long here tonight. He wants this one done early.
1
2
3!!!????
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: What a way for Adi to be introduced to CULT – but she has already proved she can take a bit of a beatin early on in this one.
Gold fights back hitting Long with a roundhouse kick – he falls to one knee – Gold his an implant DDT. Gold bounces off the middle top as Long stand up and he’s planted facedown with a springboard bulldog. Long pushed up off his hands – he gets up but while he is still hunched over Adi drives him down again with a fame asser. She covers quick.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: Adi has some tricks up her sleeve here.
Adi keeps on Long with a running heel kick then a swinging neckbreaker. Adi Gold is up on the second turnbuckle and comes off for a bulldog – but Long steps back catching her on his shoulder and drives her down with a slam.
Sting: Jason has a clear size advantage.
Foote: Yeah just ask Savannah.
Springboard knee strike from Long to Gold knocking her head back. He kicks her in the gut and then hits a palm strike. Long goes for a scissors kick, but Gold dodges and nails another roundhouse kick to Long’s head. Then she delivers a running scissors kick of her own and makes the pinfall.
Sting: She calls that The Gold-Rush. What a debut for this underdog athlete.
1
2
3!!!?????
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Long is young but he’s been doing this for a while and has a lot of instinct – this isn’t the first time he’s been caught off guard.
Gold gets back up on the second turnbuckle – she hits Jason with a leaping clothesline – she gets up on another turnbuckle and hits Jason with a leaping axe handle. Shes on a third one now and comes off with a leaping bulldog – gets up on the fourth and hits another leaping bulldog.
Sting: She has slowed the pace of the match and managed to keep the pressure on hitting two of her signature moves there.
Gold makes the cover and Huffman counts.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Jason long might look a little like Jesus and he just saw his career flash before his eyes in Vegas. I don’t think he could live this loss down.
Sting: Well he isn’t out of the woods yet and Adi Gold is about to lay out all the chips as she takes to the top rope.
Long has a lot of cardio left as he runs across the ring and leaps to the top rop with Gold bringing her down with a suplex from the top. The crowd pops as Adi gets up on her hands and knees but Jason plants the bottom of his foot into the back of her head with a stomp.
Foote: Vanity Killer.
Long doesn’t want to test the odds though – knowing he’s in the land where anything lucky can happen he hits Gold with a Tiger Driver 98’.
Foote: Sent her back a few decades by driving her skull into the canvas.
Long covers, making sure to hook the leg and Huffman counts it.
1
2
3!!!???
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: And your winner advancing to the semi-finals of the Oujia Board Tournament Jason Long!!!
Long gets up looking down at Gold who starts to stir. He gives her an approving nod as he walks to the back with his music blaring and a cheering Vegas crowd.
Foote: This asshole… quite honestly I hope he gets embarrassed here tonight and loses to the rookie.
With the lights all focusing down onto the ringside area, Jason moves along the floor and hops up onto the apron - on the side where the hardcam can get a good look at him - as he leans back against the ropes before entering through the middle ropes. Jason heads into the closest corner to him and climbs up onto the second rope, looking out into the crowd as the introduction is given.
Sting: He’s looking to be the second person to move along in this tournament and I am sure he would love to rub winning this one in Savannah’s face.
Anderson: Introducing first… wrestling out of Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland and weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety-five pounds… HE IS THE LAST BREATHING MERCENARY… THE KING OF WRESTLING… THIS IS JAAAAAASSSOONNNNNNNNNNN LOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!
Just as his name is shouted down the microphone, Jason out-stetched his arms wide and roars out to the crowd, keeping a smile on his face as he does. He removes his leather ring jacket and throws it down to the ringside area before hopping down off of the ropes and leaning back against the turnbuckles.
Sting: He does have some of the biggest star quality on the roster to be honest.
GOLD by The Beaches hits over the PA System. The arena lights turn yellowish/gold and Adi heads out from behind the curtain.
Anderson: And now coming to the ring fighting out of Hollywood, California standing 5”6’ and weighing in at 125lbs of SOLID FUCKING GOLD!!!! ‘GOLDgeous’ ADI GOLD!!!!!!
Gold raises her arms in the air as she heads towards the ring. Adi slides into the ring under the ropes. She jumps on the second turnbuckle trying to get the crowd involved as she bops her head to the song waiting for the match to begin.
Sting: I hope there is no sexual tension here tonight. I hope Gold didn’t take any shots to ease her nerves because roomer has it she my have had a hook up with someone looking similar to Long.
DING! DING! DING!
Long kicks things off literally – Aid Gold’s head with a fucking superkick right as the bell rings showing no mercy. He waits for her to get up and hits a shining wizard. Long hits an uppercut – comes off the ropes and hits a running blockbuster – flipping over gold and dragging her down with an neck breaker. Long taunts to the cheering Vegas crowd. Long leaps up to the top rope and comes off with a 450 splash – referee JJ Huffman counts….
Sting: No mercy at all from Long here tonight. He wants this one done early.
1
2
3!!!????
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: What a way for Adi to be introduced to CULT – but she has already proved she can take a bit of a beatin early on in this one.
Gold fights back hitting Long with a roundhouse kick – he falls to one knee – Gold his an implant DDT. Gold bounces off the middle top as Long stand up and he’s planted facedown with a springboard bulldog. Long pushed up off his hands – he gets up but while he is still hunched over Adi drives him down again with a fame asser. She covers quick.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: Adi has some tricks up her sleeve here.
Adi keeps on Long with a running heel kick then a swinging neckbreaker. Adi Gold is up on the second turnbuckle and comes off for a bulldog – but Long steps back catching her on his shoulder and drives her down with a slam.
Sting: Jason has a clear size advantage.
Foote: Yeah just ask Savannah.
Springboard knee strike from Long to Gold knocking her head back. He kicks her in the gut and then hits a palm strike. Long goes for a scissors kick, but Gold dodges and nails another roundhouse kick to Long’s head. Then she delivers a running scissors kick of her own and makes the pinfall.
Sting: She calls that The Gold-Rush. What a debut for this underdog athlete.
1
2
3!!!?????
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Long is young but he’s been doing this for a while and has a lot of instinct – this isn’t the first time he’s been caught off guard.
Gold gets back up on the second turnbuckle – she hits Jason with a leaping clothesline – she gets up on another turnbuckle and hits Jason with a leaping axe handle. Shes on a third one now and comes off with a leaping bulldog – gets up on the fourth and hits another leaping bulldog.
Sting: She has slowed the pace of the match and managed to keep the pressure on hitting two of her signature moves there.
Gold makes the cover and Huffman counts.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Jason long might look a little like Jesus and he just saw his career flash before his eyes in Vegas. I don’t think he could live this loss down.
Sting: Well he isn’t out of the woods yet and Adi Gold is about to lay out all the chips as she takes to the top rope.
Long has a lot of cardio left as he runs across the ring and leaps to the top rop with Gold bringing her down with a suplex from the top. The crowd pops as Adi gets up on her hands and knees but Jason plants the bottom of his foot into the back of her head with a stomp.
Foote: Vanity Killer.
Long doesn’t want to test the odds though – knowing he’s in the land where anything lucky can happen he hits Gold with a Tiger Driver 98’.
Foote: Sent her back a few decades by driving her skull into the canvas.
Long covers, making sure to hook the leg and Huffman counts it.
1
2
3!!!???
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: And your winner advancing to the semi-finals of the Oujia Board Tournament Jason Long!!!
Long gets up looking down at Gold who starts to stir. He gives her an approving nod as he walks to the back with his music blaring and a cheering Vegas crowd.
Savannah Andrews is already in the ring stretching. As Anderson Shepley announces the match.
Anderson: This is a match in the first round of the Ouija Board Tournament. First already in the ring Savannah Andrews.
Sav raises her arms up to a cheering crowd in Vegas hoping to see get get a bit of redemption after her debut loss.
Sting: You have to be rooting for Savannah in this one. A majority of that Ouija Board letter was created with her blood.
Foote: Well the little girl should have found a way to win. Long got the best of her once again. Now she is up against a Mexican wrestling legend. I’ve seen this guy go before – sure he has a few more miles on – but it’s all just wisdom.
‘Entre dos Tierras’ echoes through the arena. Two spotlights show a stout man, a golden scaled and horned mask on his face. The crowd cheers as lucha libre legend El Dragon Dorado makes his way down the ring.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring, standing 5’10, weighing in at 237lbs, fighting out of The Dragon’s Lair… El Dragon Dorado.
There isn't much extravagancy, a sense of determination reverberates from the masked luchador. As he reaches the base of the ramp he stops and for the first time looks over the crowd. With one quick step he dives into the ring rising to one ring. Rising to one knee he places both hands over his mouth. And as he extends one of them outward breathes fire into the sky. He rises liquid running from his mouth as a deminted look crosses his face.
Foote: He’s a literal fire breathing dragon – Savannah is fucked.
DING! DING! DING!
Andrews and Dragon lockup – Dragon flips her over with an arm drag. Sav chagres but is tossed to the ropes, she ricochets off the ropes and hits a picture perfect hurricanrana. Dragon just allows the top his head head to hit the mat, but puts his hands down too rolling through the move to this feet and walking chest to chest with Andrews.
Foote: The ol’ fella can move. That’s 31 years of professional wrestling experience on display. I always had a tough time against the lucha foalks – quick little fuckers.
Dragon hits a headlock takeover and wrenches. Sav gets her legs up around Dragon’s neck – forcing him to break his hold. Dragon flips over and slides out, slipping his hands between her legs forcing her into a Texas cloverleaf.
Sting: Putting pressure on the back os Sav.
Sav rolls through kicking Dragon to the ropes. Dragon comes off and dropkicks Sav right in the face before she can get to her feet. He hits a deadlift German suplex, doesn’t let go and take them both back to their feet. Dragon grabs the arm and spins Sav around to a ripcord DDT. Dragon to the second rope now and hits a frog splash. He covers and Tom Garcia leaps in position to count.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!!
Sav gets the shoulder up and Dragon grabs her by the back of the head brining her up to her feet once again. Dragon hoists her up in a suplex, holds it there for a few seconds then slams her down covering with a thundering jack hammer.
1
2
3????!!!!!!!!
NO!
Dragon pulls Sav’s shoulder off the mat hisself. The blood thirsty crowd is cheering as Dragon locks in a high angle boston crab, he bends back and back putting Sav’s spine in an awkwardly harsh angle. She is forced to tap and Dragon lets go right away – Sav’s knees fall to the matt.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and advancing to the semifinals of the Ouija Board Tournament El Dragon Dorado.
The referee for the bout Tom Garcia, who has one jacked arm and one skinny arm – uses said large arm to raise one of Dragon’s. The crowd pops huge. A chant of ‘Dorado’ rings out through the arena as Dragon steps through the ropes and heads to the back.
Foote: What an outing by Dragon, he proved he still got it. Getting them done early is key when you reach our age.
Sting: I can’t believe Savannah has exited the tournament so quickly, she was a fan favorite to win this thing and I really wanted to see her get some redemption.
Anderson: This is a match in the first round of the Ouija Board Tournament. First already in the ring Savannah Andrews.
Sav raises her arms up to a cheering crowd in Vegas hoping to see get get a bit of redemption after her debut loss.
Sting: You have to be rooting for Savannah in this one. A majority of that Ouija Board letter was created with her blood.
Foote: Well the little girl should have found a way to win. Long got the best of her once again. Now she is up against a Mexican wrestling legend. I’ve seen this guy go before – sure he has a few more miles on – but it’s all just wisdom.
‘Entre dos Tierras’ echoes through the arena. Two spotlights show a stout man, a golden scaled and horned mask on his face. The crowd cheers as lucha libre legend El Dragon Dorado makes his way down the ring.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring, standing 5’10, weighing in at 237lbs, fighting out of The Dragon’s Lair… El Dragon Dorado.
There isn't much extravagancy, a sense of determination reverberates from the masked luchador. As he reaches the base of the ramp he stops and for the first time looks over the crowd. With one quick step he dives into the ring rising to one ring. Rising to one knee he places both hands over his mouth. And as he extends one of them outward breathes fire into the sky. He rises liquid running from his mouth as a deminted look crosses his face.
Foote: He’s a literal fire breathing dragon – Savannah is fucked.
DING! DING! DING!
Andrews and Dragon lockup – Dragon flips her over with an arm drag. Sav chagres but is tossed to the ropes, she ricochets off the ropes and hits a picture perfect hurricanrana. Dragon just allows the top his head head to hit the mat, but puts his hands down too rolling through the move to this feet and walking chest to chest with Andrews.
Foote: The ol’ fella can move. That’s 31 years of professional wrestling experience on display. I always had a tough time against the lucha foalks – quick little fuckers.
Dragon hits a headlock takeover and wrenches. Sav gets her legs up around Dragon’s neck – forcing him to break his hold. Dragon flips over and slides out, slipping his hands between her legs forcing her into a Texas cloverleaf.
Sting: Putting pressure on the back os Sav.
Sav rolls through kicking Dragon to the ropes. Dragon comes off and dropkicks Sav right in the face before she can get to her feet. He hits a deadlift German suplex, doesn’t let go and take them both back to their feet. Dragon grabs the arm and spins Sav around to a ripcord DDT. Dragon to the second rope now and hits a frog splash. He covers and Tom Garcia leaps in position to count.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!!
Sav gets the shoulder up and Dragon grabs her by the back of the head brining her up to her feet once again. Dragon hoists her up in a suplex, holds it there for a few seconds then slams her down covering with a thundering jack hammer.
1
2
3????!!!!!!!!
NO!
Dragon pulls Sav’s shoulder off the mat hisself. The blood thirsty crowd is cheering as Dragon locks in a high angle boston crab, he bends back and back putting Sav’s spine in an awkwardly harsh angle. She is forced to tap and Dragon lets go right away – Sav’s knees fall to the matt.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and advancing to the semifinals of the Ouija Board Tournament El Dragon Dorado.
The referee for the bout Tom Garcia, who has one jacked arm and one skinny arm – uses said large arm to raise one of Dragon’s. The crowd pops huge. A chant of ‘Dorado’ rings out through the arena as Dragon steps through the ropes and heads to the back.
Foote: What an outing by Dragon, he proved he still got it. Getting them done early is key when you reach our age.
Sting: I can’t believe Savannah has exited the tournament so quickly, she was a fan favorite to win this thing and I really wanted to see her get some redemption.
Donald was doing well earning his money back quickly over the last three matches and he just needed to pick one more to get out of the room with the gangster psychopath trying to cut his fingers off for cash. He had the pinky he lost earlier on ice with the hopes of reattaching it.
Raffalo: Well… one more match and you pay me back – clean slate.
Raffalo sucked on his 3rd fat cigar of the night. Donald glared at him.
Raffalo: Don’t look so bitter you are doing so good… this is what redemption should feel like Donald.
Raffalo pulls out a fat wad of cash though – testing to see if Donald has learned any lessons.
Raffalo: I do have one proposal… how about the next match you bet on is worth your whole hand.
Donald looks at him – his throat tightening.
Raffalo: You pick the match – you pick the winner… and if you win I’ll give you half a million dollars – the biggest jackpot your little cockroach ass will ever see. If I win… well I take your whole hand and you don’t shuffle another card in my fucking city.
Sweat rolls down Donald’s face – he knows the right answer is to keep him hands to himself but he was never good at that when life changing money was on the line – besides his hand was already fucking hacked up.
Donald: All in.
Raffalo: Well… one more match and you pay me back – clean slate.
Raffalo sucked on his 3rd fat cigar of the night. Donald glared at him.
Raffalo: Don’t look so bitter you are doing so good… this is what redemption should feel like Donald.
Raffalo pulls out a fat wad of cash though – testing to see if Donald has learned any lessons.
Raffalo: I do have one proposal… how about the next match you bet on is worth your whole hand.
Donald looks at him – his throat tightening.
Raffalo: You pick the match – you pick the winner… and if you win I’ll give you half a million dollars – the biggest jackpot your little cockroach ass will ever see. If I win… well I take your whole hand and you don’t shuffle another card in my fucking city.
Sweat rolls down Donald’s face – he knows the right answer is to keep him hands to himself but he was never good at that when life changing money was on the line – besides his hand was already fucking hacked up.
Donald: All in.
Anderson: The following match is a dog collar match. The winner of this contest will get a shot at the New World Championship at Massacre in Miami.
Yamborghini High - A$AP Mob hits the sound system and rings throughout the arena and the crowd cheers for someone who has grown a major – well cult following.
Anderson: From New York, New York, weighing in at 132lbs standing 5’10”... JAKA!
Jaka appears on stage, a pair of Air Jordan 6 Rings ‘Hollywood’ strapped to her feet. She stomps to the ring in the purple and white kicks.
Sting: Jaka came to stomp Hollywood all over the face of Lissie Hope here tonight. Jaka made a threat to kick her head in as soon as it was made public Hope signed with the company.
Jaka slides in the ring and taunts toward the cheering Vegas crowd. She smiles wide showing off her gap teeth.
Foote: I have been in a few of there dog collar matches in the past, the thing is Jaka is a highflyer of sorts. That collar is going to keep her pretty grounded so she is going to have to dream up some innovative offense.
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!
Sting: Now Hope has talked a lot of shit too – but I want to be clear about the flase narrative some have spread – it was actually Jaka who came for her. Now Lissie did get a little harsh in retaliation.
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
Sting: Hopemania is running wild here in Vegas tonight and I am here for it.
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.
Foote: I think I have to back Jaka in this one. She knows how to work the business – she’s had three of the biggest matches in this company and has yet to have her shoulders pinned to the mat. She’s comin’ off huge win against Iggy.
You'll miss me when I'm not around
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, from New Orleans, Louisiana... standing 5'4" and weighing 143 pounds... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!
She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Hero" tee-shirt, revealing a black Under Armour exercise top and black and pink workout pants. She tosses the shirt into front rows, watching the fans fight over the memorabilia. Climbing the corner to acknowledge the fans, the song fades to a hush and she awaits the opening bell.
Sting: You can cut the tension in this building with a knife as Hope’s song fizzles out here in the Fight Capital of The World.
Hope leaps down from the turnbuckle to face Jaka. Senior official JJ Huffman holds a heavy chain with two collars at each end. He walks over to Jaka and places the collar around her neck. Jaka bends her neck back and forth getting ready for the match to begin.
Foote: Jaka looks comfortable like she’s had this done a few times before if you know what I mean.
Huffman goes to put the collar on Hope and she involuntarily jerks away.
Sting: Hope has that history from Action Wrestling – being restrained and beaten by Cypher.
You can see the muscles in Hope’s neck tighten – but members of the crowd cheer her on and she lets Huffman put the collar on. As he tightens it slightly though a bit of dizziness drops Hope to a knee.
Sting: That prior trauma taking a toll.
Always the opportunist Jaka bolts at Hope and nails her with a knee – pulling the chain toward her for extra momentum.
Foote: That’s the grit that Jaka has that I don’t think Hope does and that’s what will win Jaka it all.
Huffman is distraught for a moment, but just calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Jaka picks up a piece of the slack chain and slams it across the ribs of Hope over and over. Hope kicks and tries to get to her feet – but Jaka keeps nailing her in the ribs with the heavy chain.
Sting: What a brutal start to this match up. Hope is going to have some bruised ribs if not broken.
Jaka yanks Hope to her feet – she tightens the chain then jumps up stomping on it forcing Hope’s face to crash to the mat. Jaka just starts rubbing the chain links hard into the forehead and face of Hope.
Foote: This is the grimy shit I love to see when Jaka is out here.
Hope fights back pushing Jaka off her and getting to her feet – but she doesn’t have her composure quite yet as Jaka closes the distance between them with a dropkick. Now Jaka wraps the chain around the face of Hope once more and she smirks trying to keep good on the threat she made initially – Jaka starts stomping the face of hops over and over. Jaka just comes down with a double stomp on the chain wrapped head of Lissie Hope.
Sting: She has a lot of her moveset impacted by the chain but Jaka is finding a way to hurt Hope pretty damn good.
Jaka makes the cover and Huffman starts the count.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Not enough to get rid of Lissie hope and you can hear this audience cheering this dumb bitches name.
‘We Want Hope’ chants ring out in the arena like some Obama rally in 2009. Hope hits Jaka with shots to the stomach and gets to her feet. She hits Jaka with a DDT. She pulls Jaka up and wraps the chain around her arms before pulling her backward with a snap dragon.
Sting: What a move from Hope. She is finding a way to get back into this one and the crowd is loving every second of this match.
Hope hits a snapmare, but instead of kicking Jaka in the spine at the end she balls up she chain and lashes it across her opponent’s back. Hope wraps some of the chain round her knee and hits a leg drop across the face of Jaka. She rolls Jaka over and just pulls back on the chain, choking her with the dog collar.
Foote: What is Hope doing now… jesus… people like this woman… the disrespect
Hope had been making fun of Jaka’s teeth leading up the the match so she is deciding to do some impromptu dental work. She jams the over sized chain between the lips of Jaka and starts dragging it back in forth as if she is trying to floss her fucking teeth out of her head. Jaka’s gums turn red as blood drools from her mouth.
Foote: How is some of this crowd cheering this…
Sting: It’s called being a bad bitch Foote… look it up.
Hope hauls Jaka up to her feet… Hope wraps some loose chain around Jaka’s head once again – puts her head between her legs and plants her down with a double underhook face crusher - pedigree.
Sting: There it is Crown of Thorns from Lissie Hope.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Yes, Jaka is still in this one. I don’t know what Hope’s plan is now her finisher didn’t work on the Queen of Grime.
Hope shakes her head pulling Jaka to her feet – but Jaka hits an uppercut that staggers Hope. Jaka grabs the chain and pulls swinging Hope toward the ropes. Hope goes up and over the ropes and Jaka pulls back hanging her up. Hope claws at her neck almost looking as if she is having a panic attack gasping for air.
Sting: Jaka is going to hang Hope right here in Vegas.
You can see hope finally claw her fingers into the collar to separate it from her windpipe and get some air. Jaka lets her drop then hops over the top rope to the outside dragging the chain with her. Jaka hits a bulldog on the outside then helps Lissie to her feet. Jaka has Lissie by the ring post, she scoots in and around the ring twice wrapping Lissie to the ringpost with two loop. It gives Jaka just enough slack to start laying kicks.
Foote: Jaka is a true innovator when it comes to violence and she does it pretty stylishly with those Nikes she got on.
Jaka is laying kick after kick to the face of Lissie. Hope’s head in pinging off the ringpost over and over with every impact. Some in the crowd cheer Jaka on as the violent kicks escalate. Jaka nails three more vicious kicks, nailing the back of Hope’s head against the post. Hope hangs there limp – her arms hanging by her side. Jaka goes the way she cam unlooping Lissie. Jaka throws Lissie into the ring and makes the pin. Huffman leaps into position.
Sting: There is no life left in Hope as she was rolled under the ropes. This match is hitting hard and fast.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: I can’t believe it. I thought Jaka had done enough – but this fucker Hope just always keep coming.
Jaka just starts nailing Hope with the chain across the back and ribs like Hope had done to her at the start of the match. Blood flows out of Jaka’s mouth from the assault earlier in the match. Hope starts having a similar problem. As Jaka hits another shot with the chain across the back and lower ribs – Hope spits up blood herself on the canvas.
Sting: These matches are always brutal and sometimes it’s not flesh being torn that does the most damage. The blows from that heavy chain can cause internal damage.
Jaka knows she can’t hit her own finisher – so she steals Hope’s. She drives hope to the mat with a pedigree. Hope’s body comes down on the canvas with a pedigree.
Foote: That’s it Jaka has punched her ticket. She just earned a shot at the World Champions in June.
1
2
3???!!!!
Sting: Not so fast.
KICKOUT!!!
The crowd pops has Hope’s shoulder come up off the mat. Jaka rubs the chain links across Hpe’s face trying to cut her open and has success as blood starts streaming from Hope’s forehead. Jaka pushing the chain into the wound hard.
Foote: Jaka will do whatever it takes. We saw that last month when she beat one of her friends in the sport to a pulp.
Unable to hit her own finisher due to the physics of being strapped to an opponent by the neck with a chain – Jaka decides to steal Hope’s finisher just one more time. She puts her head between her legs and drives her face to the mat – landing down on the chain with a thunderous pedigree.
Foote: She just stole the finisher of Hope for a second time.
Huffman counts as Jaka makes the cover.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!!
Sting: We will have Hope.
Foote: Fuck off with those cheesy puns.
Jaka and Hope are up now smashing each other with strike after strike – Jaka swings windy and is brought down with a neck breaker. Jaka finds a way to battle back though hitting Lissie with chops, hitting a superkick then following it up with another DDT.
Sting: This one is just back and forth at any moment.
Jaka drags Hope toward the ropes – trying to give herself enough length on the chain to get to the top rope. She makes it and stands – but Hope rips her from the top road pulling on the chain and Jaka does a flip flat onto her back crashing into the mat. She gets up holding her back right into the fourth pedigree in the match.
Foote: She pulled Jaka right from the top and hit the Crown of Thorns!
Hope makes the cover and Huffman starts the count.
1
2
3!!!???
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of the match and NUMBER ONE CONTENDER for the NEW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP… LISSIE HOPE!!!!!
Huffman unstraps the collar from Hope's neck who holds her hand on where it celery left red marks and future bruising.
Foote: What a match. What a fight by Jaka. Those shoes are going to be worth some big money.
Huffman lets the chain off Jaka who is just coming to. Hope looks at Jaka clapping a little as the crowd cheers for Hope backing up her words leading up to this.
Sting: Not only has she won the match she will now challenge the winner from Jane Doe vs Donnie Hopkins II for the New World Championship at Massacre in Miami.
Suddenly ‘Real Solution Number 9” by White Zombie blasts through the arena signaling the arrival of the CULT Leader Casanova English. The man himself appears on stage to a mixed reaction mic in his hand. The music cuts.
Foote: What the hell could English have to say?
English raises the mic to his lips as Hope looks on confused, spreading out her arms.
English: I know I stated that this match would be for a shot at the New World Championship at Massacre in Miami. I regret to inform Lissie Hope that seconds after the bell rang – I got a call from one Chris Page, who we all know won a match earlier tonight to determine his tag team partner for a shot at the Double Homicide Championships at Massacre in Miami.
The crowd boos loudly and Hope kicks the bottom rope in frustration knowing what is coming.
English: Page has decided to select Lissie Hope as his partner. Therefore, Hope, your match will be postponed until further notice and at Massacre in Miami it will be Three Ring Barney vs Chris Page and Lissie Hope for the Double Homicide Championships.
The crowd cheers for the interesting match announcement – but Hope is furious. She steps through the ropes and stomps toward the back as Jaka looks on with a smirk – knowing she might be a good replacement for a World Championship shot.
Sting: What a turn of events. I am shocked.
Foote: Well keep enemies close and all that fuckin’ bullshit.
Jaka smirks at Lissie as she stomps up the ramp in anger. Jaka realizes with Lisse out of the picture for now – she might get a rematch for the New World Championship after all.
Yamborghini High - A$AP Mob hits the sound system and rings throughout the arena and the crowd cheers for someone who has grown a major – well cult following.
Anderson: From New York, New York, weighing in at 132lbs standing 5’10”... JAKA!
Jaka appears on stage, a pair of Air Jordan 6 Rings ‘Hollywood’ strapped to her feet. She stomps to the ring in the purple and white kicks.
Sting: Jaka came to stomp Hollywood all over the face of Lissie Hope here tonight. Jaka made a threat to kick her head in as soon as it was made public Hope signed with the company.
Jaka slides in the ring and taunts toward the cheering Vegas crowd. She smiles wide showing off her gap teeth.
Foote: I have been in a few of there dog collar matches in the past, the thing is Jaka is a highflyer of sorts. That collar is going to keep her pretty grounded so she is going to have to dream up some innovative offense.
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!
Sting: Now Hope has talked a lot of shit too – but I want to be clear about the flase narrative some have spread – it was actually Jaka who came for her. Now Lissie did get a little harsh in retaliation.
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
Sting: Hopemania is running wild here in Vegas tonight and I am here for it.
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.
Foote: I think I have to back Jaka in this one. She knows how to work the business – she’s had three of the biggest matches in this company and has yet to have her shoulders pinned to the mat. She’s comin’ off huge win against Iggy.
You'll miss me when I'm not around
Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, from New Orleans, Louisiana... standing 5'4" and weighing 143 pounds... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!
She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Hero" tee-shirt, revealing a black Under Armour exercise top and black and pink workout pants. She tosses the shirt into front rows, watching the fans fight over the memorabilia. Climbing the corner to acknowledge the fans, the song fades to a hush and she awaits the opening bell.
Sting: You can cut the tension in this building with a knife as Hope’s song fizzles out here in the Fight Capital of The World.
Hope leaps down from the turnbuckle to face Jaka. Senior official JJ Huffman holds a heavy chain with two collars at each end. He walks over to Jaka and places the collar around her neck. Jaka bends her neck back and forth getting ready for the match to begin.
Foote: Jaka looks comfortable like she’s had this done a few times before if you know what I mean.
Huffman goes to put the collar on Hope and she involuntarily jerks away.
Sting: Hope has that history from Action Wrestling – being restrained and beaten by Cypher.
You can see the muscles in Hope’s neck tighten – but members of the crowd cheer her on and she lets Huffman put the collar on. As he tightens it slightly though a bit of dizziness drops Hope to a knee.
Sting: That prior trauma taking a toll.
Always the opportunist Jaka bolts at Hope and nails her with a knee – pulling the chain toward her for extra momentum.
Foote: That’s the grit that Jaka has that I don’t think Hope does and that’s what will win Jaka it all.
Huffman is distraught for a moment, but just calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Jaka picks up a piece of the slack chain and slams it across the ribs of Hope over and over. Hope kicks and tries to get to her feet – but Jaka keeps nailing her in the ribs with the heavy chain.
Sting: What a brutal start to this match up. Hope is going to have some bruised ribs if not broken.
Jaka yanks Hope to her feet – she tightens the chain then jumps up stomping on it forcing Hope’s face to crash to the mat. Jaka just starts rubbing the chain links hard into the forehead and face of Hope.
Foote: This is the grimy shit I love to see when Jaka is out here.
Hope fights back pushing Jaka off her and getting to her feet – but she doesn’t have her composure quite yet as Jaka closes the distance between them with a dropkick. Now Jaka wraps the chain around the face of Hope once more and she smirks trying to keep good on the threat she made initially – Jaka starts stomping the face of hops over and over. Jaka just comes down with a double stomp on the chain wrapped head of Lissie Hope.
Sting: She has a lot of her moveset impacted by the chain but Jaka is finding a way to hurt Hope pretty damn good.
Jaka makes the cover and Huffman starts the count.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Not enough to get rid of Lissie hope and you can hear this audience cheering this dumb bitches name.
‘We Want Hope’ chants ring out in the arena like some Obama rally in 2009. Hope hits Jaka with shots to the stomach and gets to her feet. She hits Jaka with a DDT. She pulls Jaka up and wraps the chain around her arms before pulling her backward with a snap dragon.
Sting: What a move from Hope. She is finding a way to get back into this one and the crowd is loving every second of this match.
Hope hits a snapmare, but instead of kicking Jaka in the spine at the end she balls up she chain and lashes it across her opponent’s back. Hope wraps some of the chain round her knee and hits a leg drop across the face of Jaka. She rolls Jaka over and just pulls back on the chain, choking her with the dog collar.
Foote: What is Hope doing now… jesus… people like this woman… the disrespect
Hope had been making fun of Jaka’s teeth leading up the the match so she is deciding to do some impromptu dental work. She jams the over sized chain between the lips of Jaka and starts dragging it back in forth as if she is trying to floss her fucking teeth out of her head. Jaka’s gums turn red as blood drools from her mouth.
Foote: How is some of this crowd cheering this…
Sting: It’s called being a bad bitch Foote… look it up.
Hope hauls Jaka up to her feet… Hope wraps some loose chain around Jaka’s head once again – puts her head between her legs and plants her down with a double underhook face crusher - pedigree.
Sting: There it is Crown of Thorns from Lissie Hope.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Yes, Jaka is still in this one. I don’t know what Hope’s plan is now her finisher didn’t work on the Queen of Grime.
Hope shakes her head pulling Jaka to her feet – but Jaka hits an uppercut that staggers Hope. Jaka grabs the chain and pulls swinging Hope toward the ropes. Hope goes up and over the ropes and Jaka pulls back hanging her up. Hope claws at her neck almost looking as if she is having a panic attack gasping for air.
Sting: Jaka is going to hang Hope right here in Vegas.
You can see hope finally claw her fingers into the collar to separate it from her windpipe and get some air. Jaka lets her drop then hops over the top rope to the outside dragging the chain with her. Jaka hits a bulldog on the outside then helps Lissie to her feet. Jaka has Lissie by the ring post, she scoots in and around the ring twice wrapping Lissie to the ringpost with two loop. It gives Jaka just enough slack to start laying kicks.
Foote: Jaka is a true innovator when it comes to violence and she does it pretty stylishly with those Nikes she got on.
Jaka is laying kick after kick to the face of Lissie. Hope’s head in pinging off the ringpost over and over with every impact. Some in the crowd cheer Jaka on as the violent kicks escalate. Jaka nails three more vicious kicks, nailing the back of Hope’s head against the post. Hope hangs there limp – her arms hanging by her side. Jaka goes the way she cam unlooping Lissie. Jaka throws Lissie into the ring and makes the pin. Huffman leaps into position.
Sting: There is no life left in Hope as she was rolled under the ropes. This match is hitting hard and fast.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: I can’t believe it. I thought Jaka had done enough – but this fucker Hope just always keep coming.
Jaka just starts nailing Hope with the chain across the back and ribs like Hope had done to her at the start of the match. Blood flows out of Jaka’s mouth from the assault earlier in the match. Hope starts having a similar problem. As Jaka hits another shot with the chain across the back and lower ribs – Hope spits up blood herself on the canvas.
Sting: These matches are always brutal and sometimes it’s not flesh being torn that does the most damage. The blows from that heavy chain can cause internal damage.
Jaka knows she can’t hit her own finisher – so she steals Hope’s. She drives hope to the mat with a pedigree. Hope’s body comes down on the canvas with a pedigree.
Foote: That’s it Jaka has punched her ticket. She just earned a shot at the World Champions in June.
1
2
3???!!!!
Sting: Not so fast.
KICKOUT!!!
The crowd pops has Hope’s shoulder come up off the mat. Jaka rubs the chain links across Hpe’s face trying to cut her open and has success as blood starts streaming from Hope’s forehead. Jaka pushing the chain into the wound hard.
Foote: Jaka will do whatever it takes. We saw that last month when she beat one of her friends in the sport to a pulp.
Unable to hit her own finisher due to the physics of being strapped to an opponent by the neck with a chain – Jaka decides to steal Hope’s finisher just one more time. She puts her head between her legs and drives her face to the mat – landing down on the chain with a thunderous pedigree.
Foote: She just stole the finisher of Hope for a second time.
Huffman counts as Jaka makes the cover.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!!!
Sting: We will have Hope.
Foote: Fuck off with those cheesy puns.
Jaka and Hope are up now smashing each other with strike after strike – Jaka swings windy and is brought down with a neck breaker. Jaka finds a way to battle back though hitting Lissie with chops, hitting a superkick then following it up with another DDT.
Sting: This one is just back and forth at any moment.
Jaka drags Hope toward the ropes – trying to give herself enough length on the chain to get to the top rope. She makes it and stands – but Hope rips her from the top road pulling on the chain and Jaka does a flip flat onto her back crashing into the mat. She gets up holding her back right into the fourth pedigree in the match.
Foote: She pulled Jaka right from the top and hit the Crown of Thorns!
Hope makes the cover and Huffman starts the count.
1
2
3!!!???
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The WINNER of the match and NUMBER ONE CONTENDER for the NEW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP… LISSIE HOPE!!!!!
Huffman unstraps the collar from Hope's neck who holds her hand on where it celery left red marks and future bruising.
Foote: What a match. What a fight by Jaka. Those shoes are going to be worth some big money.
Huffman lets the chain off Jaka who is just coming to. Hope looks at Jaka clapping a little as the crowd cheers for Hope backing up her words leading up to this.
Sting: Not only has she won the match she will now challenge the winner from Jane Doe vs Donnie Hopkins II for the New World Championship at Massacre in Miami.
Suddenly ‘Real Solution Number 9” by White Zombie blasts through the arena signaling the arrival of the CULT Leader Casanova English. The man himself appears on stage to a mixed reaction mic in his hand. The music cuts.
Foote: What the hell could English have to say?
English raises the mic to his lips as Hope looks on confused, spreading out her arms.
English: I know I stated that this match would be for a shot at the New World Championship at Massacre in Miami. I regret to inform Lissie Hope that seconds after the bell rang – I got a call from one Chris Page, who we all know won a match earlier tonight to determine his tag team partner for a shot at the Double Homicide Championships at Massacre in Miami.
The crowd boos loudly and Hope kicks the bottom rope in frustration knowing what is coming.
English: Page has decided to select Lissie Hope as his partner. Therefore, Hope, your match will be postponed until further notice and at Massacre in Miami it will be Three Ring Barney vs Chris Page and Lissie Hope for the Double Homicide Championships.
The crowd cheers for the interesting match announcement – but Hope is furious. She steps through the ropes and stomps toward the back as Jaka looks on with a smirk – knowing she might be a good replacement for a World Championship shot.
Sting: What a turn of events. I am shocked.
Foote: Well keep enemies close and all that fuckin’ bullshit.
Jaka smirks at Lissie as she stomps up the ramp in anger. Jaka realizes with Lisse out of the picture for now – she might get a rematch for the New World Championship after all.
Mason St. Croix is already in the ring – cracking his neck back and forth waiting for his opponent.
Anderson: This following match is a cheese grater on a pole match. To win the match you pin or submit your opponent only after they are shredded. Standing in the ring Mason St. Croix.
The crowd is cheering loudly excited for the debut of Mason.
Sting: This guy is a killer and this crowd loves him for it. I can’t wait to see the pure dominance unleashed here tonight by Mason.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring… from Toronto Canada, weighing in at 1897 lbs and standing 5’11” ‘Casino Kid’ Justin York.
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'. 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 kid has a hell of an upside and Mason is about to find that out. Hell his name is gambling themed and we are in Vegas you really think he’s taking a loss.
Once entering the ringside area, he takes a walk around the ring rudely gesturing the crowd and taunting some more before getting into the ring and giving his signature middle finger to the camera with a cocky smirk while boos reign down from the arena.
DING! DING! DING!
As soon as York turns around he is hit with a closeline, Mason raining down punches – but York up kicks him back. Mason runs at York with a spear but York leaps right over him with incredible agility.
Mason is confused as it seems York just disappeared. York runs at Mason and he throws York into the air with a pop-up powerbomb – but York uses the momentum to fly over Mason’s head once more and lands right on the turnbuckle where the grater hangs. York yanks it off and when Mason turns around he jumps off the ropes spiking the corner of the grater into St. Croix head busting him wide open.
Sting: What the hell was that?
Foote: Fuckin’ strat baby. York is using his size and speed and he has this one in the bag.
The Casino Kid is now shredding the forehead of St. Croix with the grater – blood pushing through the small sharp holes – bits of flesh left on their edges.
Sting I didn’t think this guy had it in him…
Mason is on his knees asking York to bring it and he does. Instead of shredding he takes the grater and whalops it into Masons skull about five times smashing it into a new unique shape – Mason tumbles over face into the mat leaving a blood smear.
Foote: These people did not expect to see this – they are tossing garbage in the ring at York and he’s just laughing about it.
Cups of beer hit York as he taunts and smirks as he lines Mason up. Mason gets up and hims him with a reverse go to sleep. Mason crumbles to the ground and York just goes to the top coming off with a perfectly places 630 splash for the pin….
1
2
3!!!!????
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and number one contender for the SNUFF Championship 'Casino Kid’ Justin York.
York yanks his hand back at JJ Huffman raises it. He holds his arms up as his theme music hits stepping over Mason St. Croix on his way to the back.
Foote: What a hell of a debut and a message sent to this entire roster.
Anderson: This following match is a cheese grater on a pole match. To win the match you pin or submit your opponent only after they are shredded. Standing in the ring Mason St. Croix.
The crowd is cheering loudly excited for the debut of Mason.
Sting: This guy is a killer and this crowd loves him for it. I can’t wait to see the pure dominance unleashed here tonight by Mason.
Anderson: Now coming to the ring… from Toronto Canada, weighing in at 1897 lbs and standing 5’11” ‘Casino Kid’ Justin York.
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'. 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 kid has a hell of an upside and Mason is about to find that out. Hell his name is gambling themed and we are in Vegas you really think he’s taking a loss.
Once entering the ringside area, he takes a walk around the ring rudely gesturing the crowd and taunting some more before getting into the ring and giving his signature middle finger to the camera with a cocky smirk while boos reign down from the arena.
DING! DING! DING!
As soon as York turns around he is hit with a closeline, Mason raining down punches – but York up kicks him back. Mason runs at York with a spear but York leaps right over him with incredible agility.
Mason is confused as it seems York just disappeared. York runs at Mason and he throws York into the air with a pop-up powerbomb – but York uses the momentum to fly over Mason’s head once more and lands right on the turnbuckle where the grater hangs. York yanks it off and when Mason turns around he jumps off the ropes spiking the corner of the grater into St. Croix head busting him wide open.
Sting: What the hell was that?
Foote: Fuckin’ strat baby. York is using his size and speed and he has this one in the bag.
The Casino Kid is now shredding the forehead of St. Croix with the grater – blood pushing through the small sharp holes – bits of flesh left on their edges.
Sting I didn’t think this guy had it in him…
Mason is on his knees asking York to bring it and he does. Instead of shredding he takes the grater and whalops it into Masons skull about five times smashing it into a new unique shape – Mason tumbles over face into the mat leaving a blood smear.
Foote: These people did not expect to see this – they are tossing garbage in the ring at York and he’s just laughing about it.
Cups of beer hit York as he taunts and smirks as he lines Mason up. Mason gets up and hims him with a reverse go to sleep. Mason crumbles to the ground and York just goes to the top coming off with a perfectly places 630 splash for the pin….
1
2
3!!!!????
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and number one contender for the SNUFF Championship 'Casino Kid’ Justin York.
York yanks his hand back at JJ Huffman raises it. He holds his arms up as his theme music hits stepping over Mason St. Croix on his way to the back.
Foote: What a hell of a debut and a message sent to this entire roster.
"Swan Lake" - by Tchaikovsky hits through the Michelob ULTRA Arena at fucking Mandalay Bay Resort and motherfucking Casino.
Foote: I wish I could dance.
The lights go out and only the flashlights of phones can be seen in the crowd. A white spotlight points to the stage where Antonio appears, he waves over his dancing partner Valérie, Valérie walks over to Antonio and grabs his arm they then walk down to the ring as the spotlight follows them down the ramp.
Anderson: From Strasbourg, France weighing in at 238lbs and standing 6’0” ANTONIO!!!
Antonio helps Valérie into the ring and then gets in the ring himself, the spotlight is now on the ring. Antonio asks for a dance from Valérie and she accepts, they then start dancing tango in the ring. When they finish dancing, Antonio holds Valérie and kisses her as the crowd give them a big applause.
Foote: Some tongue wrasslin in Vegas before we get to the action.
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: Now coming to the ring from Hickman County, KY standing 5’5” weighing in at 145lb 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 before taking off in a run towards the ring. Not stopping her pace as she approaches the apron, Charli leaps up and slides under the bottom rope in one fluid movement.
Sting: She has such a great debut last month at Jonestown Reunion – that triple threat match may have been match of the night for me and she just got put against two killers in the game.
Rolling to her feet, she runs to the nearest corner and leaps on top of the second turnbuckle, her face a cold, emotionless mask as her eyes scan the assembled crowd. Lifting both hands to the side of her mouth, she lifts her head back and lets out a long, loud howl that rises above the din of the crowd.
Foote: This crowd is going nuts for Crawford. Good fit for Sin City and this is going to be a tough contest for Antonio.
Dropping her arms back to her sides, she jumps backwards off the turnbuckle, both boots landing firmly on the canvas. Untying the shemagh, she pulls it free with a wide sweep of one arm, draping it over the top rope before turning around to face Antonio.
DING! DING! DING!
Antonio opens up with punches, a couple kicks, a few chops and a kick to the gut – a whole buffet of knuckle sandwiches. Chari battles through the barrage and quick fishermen’s suplex covering.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: A quick cover from Charli.
Antonio up first off the kick out and hits a dropkick, then arm drag – he holds the arm but Charli finds her way up to her feet – a hip toss takes her back down. Chari works them both backup to their feet – Antonio rewards her with an inverted atomic drop. Antonio finally lets go of Crawford and hits the ropes, he leaps on the way back taking her out with a Lou Thesz press. Antonio lays a flurry of strikes.
Foote: I honestly haven’t taken my eyes off Valérie yet.
Valérie is cheering for Antonio slapping the canvas and he feeds off her energy. Antonio hits an inverted headlock backbreaker and makes the cover. JJ Huffman makes the count.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!
Sting: Going to need more – Crawford has done hard fucking time – you don’t think she hsn’t taken a beating?
Crawford is up and runs right into a Michinoku Driver II. Antonio covers again.
Foote: What a way to stay on the assault and follow up that pin attempt.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUTTTT!!!!!
Sting: Crawford has a true fighting spitit and it’s on display right here.
Saito suplex from Crawford makes Antonio lands awkwardly – but she could care less for his well being and curb stomps Antonio. Antonio somehow staggers back to his feet right into a spinning backfist. Antonio spins around like the dancer he is – reaching his hands out toward his beloved cheering him on the outside. Their eyes lock – suddenly the gaze of the Valérie gives him a second wind and he cracks Charli with a spinning kick to the head and both fall to the mat.
Foote: What a contest we have here. I don’t know if the Ouija Board created with the blood of roster members will really bring the winner what they want but we will have to wait and see.
Antonio and Crawford both pull themselves up using the ropes. They exchange blows after staggering to the center of the ring. Crawford goes for a knee strike but eats and exploder suplex from Antonio.
Sting: Each one of these competitors fighting for ground inch by inch.
Antonio waits for Crawford to get up and charges at her by out of no where Charli hits a double knee facebuster. Crawford makes the cover.
Foote: Shattered Arrow from Charli.
1
2
3!!!???
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and advancing in the Ouija Board tournament Charli Crawford!!!!
The crowd is chanting Crawfords name. She smiles waiving as her music hits and steps between the ropes heading to the back.
Sting: What a first win for Crawford I can’t wait to see who she matches up against at Massacre in Miami for the second round of the tournament.
Foote: I wish I could dance.
The lights go out and only the flashlights of phones can be seen in the crowd. A white spotlight points to the stage where Antonio appears, he waves over his dancing partner Valérie, Valérie walks over to Antonio and grabs his arm they then walk down to the ring as the spotlight follows them down the ramp.
Anderson: From Strasbourg, France weighing in at 238lbs and standing 6’0” ANTONIO!!!
Antonio helps Valérie into the ring and then gets in the ring himself, the spotlight is now on the ring. Antonio asks for a dance from Valérie and she accepts, they then start dancing tango in the ring. When they finish dancing, Antonio holds Valérie and kisses her as the crowd give them a big applause.
Foote: Some tongue wrasslin in Vegas before we get to the action.
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: Now coming to the ring from Hickman County, KY standing 5’5” weighing in at 145lb 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 before taking off in a run towards the ring. Not stopping her pace as she approaches the apron, Charli leaps up and slides under the bottom rope in one fluid movement.
Sting: She has such a great debut last month at Jonestown Reunion – that triple threat match may have been match of the night for me and she just got put against two killers in the game.
Rolling to her feet, she runs to the nearest corner and leaps on top of the second turnbuckle, her face a cold, emotionless mask as her eyes scan the assembled crowd. Lifting both hands to the side of her mouth, she lifts her head back and lets out a long, loud howl that rises above the din of the crowd.
Foote: This crowd is going nuts for Crawford. Good fit for Sin City and this is going to be a tough contest for Antonio.
Dropping her arms back to her sides, she jumps backwards off the turnbuckle, both boots landing firmly on the canvas. Untying the shemagh, she pulls it free with a wide sweep of one arm, draping it over the top rope before turning around to face Antonio.
DING! DING! DING!
Antonio opens up with punches, a couple kicks, a few chops and a kick to the gut – a whole buffet of knuckle sandwiches. Chari battles through the barrage and quick fishermen’s suplex covering.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!
Sting: A quick cover from Charli.
Antonio up first off the kick out and hits a dropkick, then arm drag – he holds the arm but Charli finds her way up to her feet – a hip toss takes her back down. Chari works them both backup to their feet – Antonio rewards her with an inverted atomic drop. Antonio finally lets go of Crawford and hits the ropes, he leaps on the way back taking her out with a Lou Thesz press. Antonio lays a flurry of strikes.
Foote: I honestly haven’t taken my eyes off Valérie yet.
Valérie is cheering for Antonio slapping the canvas and he feeds off her energy. Antonio hits an inverted headlock backbreaker and makes the cover. JJ Huffman makes the count.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!
Sting: Going to need more – Crawford has done hard fucking time – you don’t think she hsn’t taken a beating?
Crawford is up and runs right into a Michinoku Driver II. Antonio covers again.
Foote: What a way to stay on the assault and follow up that pin attempt.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUTTTT!!!!!
Sting: Crawford has a true fighting spitit and it’s on display right here.
Saito suplex from Crawford makes Antonio lands awkwardly – but she could care less for his well being and curb stomps Antonio. Antonio somehow staggers back to his feet right into a spinning backfist. Antonio spins around like the dancer he is – reaching his hands out toward his beloved cheering him on the outside. Their eyes lock – suddenly the gaze of the Valérie gives him a second wind and he cracks Charli with a spinning kick to the head and both fall to the mat.
Foote: What a contest we have here. I don’t know if the Ouija Board created with the blood of roster members will really bring the winner what they want but we will have to wait and see.
Antonio and Crawford both pull themselves up using the ropes. They exchange blows after staggering to the center of the ring. Crawford goes for a knee strike but eats and exploder suplex from Antonio.
Sting: Each one of these competitors fighting for ground inch by inch.
Antonio waits for Crawford to get up and charges at her by out of no where Charli hits a double knee facebuster. Crawford makes the cover.
Foote: Shattered Arrow from Charli.
1
2
3!!!???
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and advancing in the Ouija Board tournament Charli Crawford!!!!
The crowd is chanting Crawfords name. She smiles waiving as her music hits and steps between the ropes heading to the back.
Sting: What a first win for Crawford I can’t wait to see who she matches up against at Massacre in Miami for the second round of the tournament.
David Hunter is already in the ring.
Anderson: This next contest is a Russian Roulette Match… Six boxes surround the ring, five of which are duds – one is loaded with barbed wire and a small amount of C4. These men will attempt to use each other's body to find it. First in the ring David Hunter.
Anderson: And the SNUFF Champion, coming to the ring standing 6’0 and weighing 300lbs, from Key West, Florida JD DRIFTWOODDDD!
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual hits and JD Driftwood walks out from behind the curtain and stomps toward the ring to a mixed reaction.
Foote: My favorite champion in CU:LT for sure.
Driftwood can't help but grin as he dips his wrapped hands in the glue and applies the glass. JD walks up the steps and through the middle rope. He spits on the canvas looking across the ring at Hunter as JJ Huffman holds up the SNUFF Championship.
DING! DING! DING!
David Hunter kicks it off by booting Driftwood. JD falls back and rolls off the canvas – but Hunter hits a quick powerslam. JD slams his fist on the mat and spears David back into the corner. When Hunter comes out of the corner JD hits a full nelson slam. JD isn’t dine get – he nail a pumphandle driver.
Foote: Fuck one of JD’s signature moves rights out the gate.
JD has David up in a Razor's edge and tosses him out of the fucking ring through one of the black panels but it’s a dud – still David crashes through the wooden top turning it to spinters. JD smirks and drops down in the hole wit him. JD starts using pieces of broken plywood to jamb into the head of Hunter.
Sting: JD Driftwood is one sick fucker cutting him up with peices of wood – how is he going to get those splinters out.
JD hauls David up on the apron now and belly to belly suplex him down through another box and it explodes with C4 – Hunter crashes through the top into a pile of barbed wire rapping all around him and cutting him all to shit.
Foote: Jesus, sometimes you are lucky playing roulette and on the second try he blew this bastard up.
David isn’t moving and EMT’s rush down to ringside with a stretcher a JD raises his belt in the ring. He’s slapping it talking his fucking shit.
Sting: What a quick payday for JD. When you are a death match wrestler so he should embrace it when he can – the checks typically don’t come too easy.
JD Driftwood raises the SNUFF Championship with one hand standing on the apron – declaring himself the baddest mother fucker in CU:LT. Then – a bundle of light tubes off the back jaring him. Suddenly Justin York is on the apron – he kick’s JD Driftwood in the gut and hits a Canadian destroyer off the apron onto down and through one of the last two wooden boxes.
Foote: This kid wants to make a fuckin’ name for himself but he might have a deathwish.
York puts JD on top of the last black wooden box. York heads to the top rope – the crowd is in a frenzy from the violence. York comes off with a 630 splash putting JD Driftwood through the last wooden crate.
Sting: This kid has a deathwish Foote.
York climbs out of the hole – he raises up the CU:LT SNUFF Championship letting JD Driftwood know the Casino KId is cashing in for a shot at that very title at Massacre in Miami.
Foote: I’m being told York and JD Driftwood will be the main event of the June PPV.
York struts off as his music hits. Driftwood starts to stir and clutches his SNUFF Championship close.
Anderson: This next contest is a Russian Roulette Match… Six boxes surround the ring, five of which are duds – one is loaded with barbed wire and a small amount of C4. These men will attempt to use each other's body to find it. First in the ring David Hunter.
Anderson: And the SNUFF Champion, coming to the ring standing 6’0 and weighing 300lbs, from Key West, Florida JD DRIFTWOODDDD!
"Symbol of Nevermore" By Superjoint Ritual hits and JD Driftwood walks out from behind the curtain and stomps toward the ring to a mixed reaction.
Foote: My favorite champion in CU:LT for sure.
Driftwood can't help but grin as he dips his wrapped hands in the glue and applies the glass. JD walks up the steps and through the middle rope. He spits on the canvas looking across the ring at Hunter as JJ Huffman holds up the SNUFF Championship.
DING! DING! DING!
David Hunter kicks it off by booting Driftwood. JD falls back and rolls off the canvas – but Hunter hits a quick powerslam. JD slams his fist on the mat and spears David back into the corner. When Hunter comes out of the corner JD hits a full nelson slam. JD isn’t dine get – he nail a pumphandle driver.
Foote: Fuck one of JD’s signature moves rights out the gate.
JD has David up in a Razor's edge and tosses him out of the fucking ring through one of the black panels but it’s a dud – still David crashes through the wooden top turning it to spinters. JD smirks and drops down in the hole wit him. JD starts using pieces of broken plywood to jamb into the head of Hunter.
Sting: JD Driftwood is one sick fucker cutting him up with peices of wood – how is he going to get those splinters out.
JD hauls David up on the apron now and belly to belly suplex him down through another box and it explodes with C4 – Hunter crashes through the top into a pile of barbed wire rapping all around him and cutting him all to shit.
Foote: Jesus, sometimes you are lucky playing roulette and on the second try he blew this bastard up.
David isn’t moving and EMT’s rush down to ringside with a stretcher a JD raises his belt in the ring. He’s slapping it talking his fucking shit.
Sting: What a quick payday for JD. When you are a death match wrestler so he should embrace it when he can – the checks typically don’t come too easy.
JD Driftwood raises the SNUFF Championship with one hand standing on the apron – declaring himself the baddest mother fucker in CU:LT. Then – a bundle of light tubes off the back jaring him. Suddenly Justin York is on the apron – he kick’s JD Driftwood in the gut and hits a Canadian destroyer off the apron onto down and through one of the last two wooden boxes.
Foote: This kid wants to make a fuckin’ name for himself but he might have a deathwish.
York puts JD on top of the last black wooden box. York heads to the top rope – the crowd is in a frenzy from the violence. York comes off with a 630 splash putting JD Driftwood through the last wooden crate.
Sting: This kid has a deathwish Foote.
York climbs out of the hole – he raises up the CU:LT SNUFF Championship letting JD Driftwood know the Casino KId is cashing in for a shot at that very title at Massacre in Miami.
Foote: I’m being told York and JD Driftwood will be the main event of the June PPV.
York struts off as his music hits. Driftwood starts to stir and clutches his SNUFF Championship close.
Back in the ring Anderson is introducing the two battling for the CU:LT Classic Championship. Tom Garcia holds up the Classic Championship lopsided because of his one jacked arm and one skinny arm.
Anderson: The following contest is for the CU:LT Classic Championship. Introducing first the challenger from Staten Island he is ‘The PHRQ’ Vincent Black!!!
The crowd claps for Black, but most of them boo as the camera pans to him.
Anderson: And introducing the champion ‘The Faded Star’ BRANDON MOORE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Brandon Moore wastes no time locking up with Vincent Black – there is no freindly handshake – fuck that – these two came to battle for a championship. Moore slips behind Black, but Black drops down pulling Moore overhead with a snapmare – Moore rolls through and locks up once again, this time taking Black in a headlock.
Foote: Moore pulling him over in a headlock takedown and now just raking the forearm back and forth on the forehead of Black.
Moore gets up and drops a forearm across the bridge of Black’s nose causing him to roll across the ring. More hits a baseball slide kick to the lower back forcing Black under the ropes and out of the ring. Moore raises his arms taunting to the ground, then motions for Black to get in the ring again arrogantly inviting him in by sitting on the middle rope creating a gap. The crowd is really getting behind the Classic Champion as Black recalculates – sliding back into the ring under the bottom rope.
Sting: Moore trying to prove he is worthy of this classic title and is proving that this is his ring by muscling the challenger out of it.
Foote: Well it ain’t fucking sumo wrestling… so I don’t know how long that strategy will hold up.
Black charges at Moore ducking a closeline and hitting a quick backstabber. Moore is up quick and Black feeds him a few fists – then a headbutt. Black hits the ropes and comes back, making Moore eat the soles of his boots.
Foote: Now we have an old school fight.
Black drops a knee in between the shoulders of Moore, grabs his arms and pulls Moore back into his knee hard almost like a camel clutch.
Sting: Unorthodox move there by The PHRQ – but it is proving effective. These two have some history together both being in FIGHTNYC! And I don’t think Black wants to keep his offense as unique as possible tonight.
Moore rolls on to his back, kicks off the mat, and flips over Black to get out of the hold. Black keeps on rolling through hitting Moore with shots to the gut, a couple forearms to the face. Black forces Moore into the corner and lights up his chest with a huge chop. Moore takes it and walks through it getting face to face with Black. Vinny offers him up a free shot pushing his chest out and Moore lights him up hard.
Foote: These boys are slapping the absolute fuck out of eachother here tonight. You can see the sweat fly off each man’s chest with each strike delivered.
The upper chests of both men are blistering as referee Tom Garcia can’t help but react with groans at the impact of each blow. Black lays one more chop to the chest of Moore and not even a second later he blasts one back. Then both men grab the back of each other's head and just start nailing strikes – hockey fights style. They bring each other down to their knees cracking each other still in the face – bruising forming on both men’s cheek bones.
Sting: This isn’t even a wrestling match. This is a down and dirty bare knuckle brawl for the Classic Championship.
Black hits Moore with a forearm, but Moore gives him a receipt. Black nails a headbutt – Moore returns one quick. Now both men up – bounce off the ropes – and collide with running headbutts – a knock is heard throughout the arena as both men collapse. Black falling forward to cover Moore and Garcia leaps into position for the count.
1
2
3???!!!!!!
KICKOUT!
Sting: Wow, Black almost stole the Classic Championship right there. Both men feeling the effects of those high velocity headbutts.
Moore and Black are to their knees once more and Black jams a thumb into Brandon’s eye. He goes behind him, puts two fingers in his nostrils and drags Moore up to his feet before pulling his head back and dropping him to the mat with a reverse DDT. Black transitions that reverse DDT into a guillotine dragon sleeper forcing the champion's neck back.
Foote: Black clearly isn’t scared to get a little dirty here and he has Moore in a bad position.
Moore breaks free by hitting some elbows backward into the ribs and gut of Black. Vincent doesn't want to let up and charges at Moore with a flying knee he manages to reverse into a powerbomb the crowd pops for. He grabs the ankles of Black and flips him over and Moore drives a knee into his face.
Sting: Moore now finding his footing. You can tell every single blow has years worth of history behind it.
Moore hits a fallaway pumphandle slam, Moore stalks his opponent now and hits a gutwrench suplex. Black is up asking for more – he regrets it quick as he lands on the top of his head and right shoulder with a Saito suplex.
Sting: Black came down hard on that right shoulder he has had major issues with in the past. Moore smells the blood on the water.
Moore grabs the right wrist of Black and shoulder thrusts him over and over – he pulls him in for a seventh thrust but this time spins him around with a poweslam and makes the cover.
1
2
3!!!
KICKOUT!!!
Foote: Kickout, but Black’s shoulder didn’t come that far off the mat. Clearly Moore has found a proper target.
Moore stomps away at the injured shoulder of Black, pulling him up to his feet by his wrist. Moore hits a headlock suplex – thena backdrop suplex. Moore tosses Black tot he ropes and put of desperation Black comes back with a massive right hand – running haymaker.
Sting: Black catches the champion out of no where with Liberty From Peace and makes the pin.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!
Foote: I know we say it all the time in these technical matches… but the way Moore worked over the arm of Black earlier you have to wonder if he got every bit of it.
Black holds his shoulder and shakes his head as he brings the champion up to his feet and flips him a round with a belly to belly tombstone suplex dropping Moore right on the crown of his skull.
Sting: TWISM FROM BLACK!
Tom Garcia counts as Black makes the cover once more hooking the leg.
1
2
3!!!!!!????
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: We saw how Moore can dish out the brutality when he opened Owen’s skull up to win the Classic title, but now we are seeing he can take some huge moves and keep on coming.
Moore is to his knees now feeding a few fists into the stomach of Black trying to battle back into this one. Black swings a wild left – Moore ducks. He goes behind Black and nails a release German suplex. Moore hits the ropes and comes off with a bicycle kick to the face.
Sting: Fuck your face!
Moore makes the cover.
1
2
3???!!!!
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: He almost had him, but his opponent is just as tough as he is. These two are going to pound each other into a bag of shit.
Black fights back with a European uppercut. He rakes the eyes of Moore to buy some time, he hits the ropes and nails a flying forearm. Moore bounces off the canvas and is back up only to get a T-bone suplex. Black to the top rope now comes off with a coffin drop.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!
Sting: Moore wants to keep this championship with every fiber of his being.
Tom Garcia holds two fingers up in the air with a his small arm. The crowd cheers the action on with that fight forever chant ringing out – but neither man have any plan for that. Black and Moore have now reduced to slapping the piss out of each other. Open hand slaps from one competitor to the other.
Foote: This is the shit everyone paid to see.
Black charges at Moore and is hit with an over the head belly to belly suplex. Black bounces off the mat off with his right shoulder again. He gets up quick though holding it charging at Moore once again. Moore hits a sit out hip toss transitioning into a koji clutch putting pressure on neck and right arm of Black.
Sting: He worked that arm over through the match and now he is going to make Vincent Black quit.
Black kicks his legs and somehow manages to find the ropes. Garcia counts all the way to four before Moore lets the hold go. Moore doesn’t take long to chew out the ref though… he keep his eye on the prize. He hoists Black up on his shoulder for the one handed electric chair drop. Moore swing Black all the way down – but Black flips through some how rolling Moore into a pin.
1
2
3!!???
KICKOUT!
Foote: What a reversal he almost stole that one off of Moore finisher.
Both men are on their feet now – but not for long. Moore hits a black mass spinning heel kick landing flush on the jaw of Black.
Sting: Disaterpiece!!!
1
2
3!!!!!?????
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and STILL CU:LT CLASSIC CHAMPION BRANDON MOORE!!!!
Foote: There he is the first person to defend the Classic Championship and he did it against a legend in this sport. Black has been around the block, but Moore just too him right to the fucking street.
It looks like Moore is about to step back into the ring to shake Black’s hand, but instead they both exchange glares and nods of respect as the CU:LT Classic Champion makes his way to the back.
Anderson: The following contest is for the CU:LT Classic Championship. Introducing first the challenger from Staten Island he is ‘The PHRQ’ Vincent Black!!!
The crowd claps for Black, but most of them boo as the camera pans to him.
Anderson: And introducing the champion ‘The Faded Star’ BRANDON MOORE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Brandon Moore wastes no time locking up with Vincent Black – there is no freindly handshake – fuck that – these two came to battle for a championship. Moore slips behind Black, but Black drops down pulling Moore overhead with a snapmare – Moore rolls through and locks up once again, this time taking Black in a headlock.
Foote: Moore pulling him over in a headlock takedown and now just raking the forearm back and forth on the forehead of Black.
Moore gets up and drops a forearm across the bridge of Black’s nose causing him to roll across the ring. More hits a baseball slide kick to the lower back forcing Black under the ropes and out of the ring. Moore raises his arms taunting to the ground, then motions for Black to get in the ring again arrogantly inviting him in by sitting on the middle rope creating a gap. The crowd is really getting behind the Classic Champion as Black recalculates – sliding back into the ring under the bottom rope.
Sting: Moore trying to prove he is worthy of this classic title and is proving that this is his ring by muscling the challenger out of it.
Foote: Well it ain’t fucking sumo wrestling… so I don’t know how long that strategy will hold up.
Black charges at Moore ducking a closeline and hitting a quick backstabber. Moore is up quick and Black feeds him a few fists – then a headbutt. Black hits the ropes and comes back, making Moore eat the soles of his boots.
Foote: Now we have an old school fight.
Black drops a knee in between the shoulders of Moore, grabs his arms and pulls Moore back into his knee hard almost like a camel clutch.
Sting: Unorthodox move there by The PHRQ – but it is proving effective. These two have some history together both being in FIGHTNYC! And I don’t think Black wants to keep his offense as unique as possible tonight.
Moore rolls on to his back, kicks off the mat, and flips over Black to get out of the hold. Black keeps on rolling through hitting Moore with shots to the gut, a couple forearms to the face. Black forces Moore into the corner and lights up his chest with a huge chop. Moore takes it and walks through it getting face to face with Black. Vinny offers him up a free shot pushing his chest out and Moore lights him up hard.
Foote: These boys are slapping the absolute fuck out of eachother here tonight. You can see the sweat fly off each man’s chest with each strike delivered.
The upper chests of both men are blistering as referee Tom Garcia can’t help but react with groans at the impact of each blow. Black lays one more chop to the chest of Moore and not even a second later he blasts one back. Then both men grab the back of each other's head and just start nailing strikes – hockey fights style. They bring each other down to their knees cracking each other still in the face – bruising forming on both men’s cheek bones.
Sting: This isn’t even a wrestling match. This is a down and dirty bare knuckle brawl for the Classic Championship.
Black hits Moore with a forearm, but Moore gives him a receipt. Black nails a headbutt – Moore returns one quick. Now both men up – bounce off the ropes – and collide with running headbutts – a knock is heard throughout the arena as both men collapse. Black falling forward to cover Moore and Garcia leaps into position for the count.
1
2
3???!!!!!!
KICKOUT!
Sting: Wow, Black almost stole the Classic Championship right there. Both men feeling the effects of those high velocity headbutts.
Moore and Black are to their knees once more and Black jams a thumb into Brandon’s eye. He goes behind him, puts two fingers in his nostrils and drags Moore up to his feet before pulling his head back and dropping him to the mat with a reverse DDT. Black transitions that reverse DDT into a guillotine dragon sleeper forcing the champion's neck back.
Foote: Black clearly isn’t scared to get a little dirty here and he has Moore in a bad position.
Moore breaks free by hitting some elbows backward into the ribs and gut of Black. Vincent doesn't want to let up and charges at Moore with a flying knee he manages to reverse into a powerbomb the crowd pops for. He grabs the ankles of Black and flips him over and Moore drives a knee into his face.
Sting: Moore now finding his footing. You can tell every single blow has years worth of history behind it.
Moore hits a fallaway pumphandle slam, Moore stalks his opponent now and hits a gutwrench suplex. Black is up asking for more – he regrets it quick as he lands on the top of his head and right shoulder with a Saito suplex.
Sting: Black came down hard on that right shoulder he has had major issues with in the past. Moore smells the blood on the water.
Moore grabs the right wrist of Black and shoulder thrusts him over and over – he pulls him in for a seventh thrust but this time spins him around with a poweslam and makes the cover.
1
2
3!!!
KICKOUT!!!
Foote: Kickout, but Black’s shoulder didn’t come that far off the mat. Clearly Moore has found a proper target.
Moore stomps away at the injured shoulder of Black, pulling him up to his feet by his wrist. Moore hits a headlock suplex – thena backdrop suplex. Moore tosses Black tot he ropes and put of desperation Black comes back with a massive right hand – running haymaker.
Sting: Black catches the champion out of no where with Liberty From Peace and makes the pin.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!
Foote: I know we say it all the time in these technical matches… but the way Moore worked over the arm of Black earlier you have to wonder if he got every bit of it.
Black holds his shoulder and shakes his head as he brings the champion up to his feet and flips him a round with a belly to belly tombstone suplex dropping Moore right on the crown of his skull.
Sting: TWISM FROM BLACK!
Tom Garcia counts as Black makes the cover once more hooking the leg.
1
2
3!!!!!!????
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: We saw how Moore can dish out the brutality when he opened Owen’s skull up to win the Classic title, but now we are seeing he can take some huge moves and keep on coming.
Moore is to his knees now feeding a few fists into the stomach of Black trying to battle back into this one. Black swings a wild left – Moore ducks. He goes behind Black and nails a release German suplex. Moore hits the ropes and comes off with a bicycle kick to the face.
Sting: Fuck your face!
Moore makes the cover.
1
2
3???!!!!
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: He almost had him, but his opponent is just as tough as he is. These two are going to pound each other into a bag of shit.
Black fights back with a European uppercut. He rakes the eyes of Moore to buy some time, he hits the ropes and nails a flying forearm. Moore bounces off the canvas and is back up only to get a T-bone suplex. Black to the top rope now comes off with a coffin drop.
1
2
3!!!???
KICKOUT!!!
Sting: Moore wants to keep this championship with every fiber of his being.
Tom Garcia holds two fingers up in the air with a his small arm. The crowd cheers the action on with that fight forever chant ringing out – but neither man have any plan for that. Black and Moore have now reduced to slapping the piss out of each other. Open hand slaps from one competitor to the other.
Foote: This is the shit everyone paid to see.
Black charges at Moore and is hit with an over the head belly to belly suplex. Black bounces off the mat off with his right shoulder again. He gets up quick though holding it charging at Moore once again. Moore hits a sit out hip toss transitioning into a koji clutch putting pressure on neck and right arm of Black.
Sting: He worked that arm over through the match and now he is going to make Vincent Black quit.
Black kicks his legs and somehow manages to find the ropes. Garcia counts all the way to four before Moore lets the hold go. Moore doesn’t take long to chew out the ref though… he keep his eye on the prize. He hoists Black up on his shoulder for the one handed electric chair drop. Moore swing Black all the way down – but Black flips through some how rolling Moore into a pin.
1
2
3!!???
KICKOUT!
Foote: What a reversal he almost stole that one off of Moore finisher.
Both men are on their feet now – but not for long. Moore hits a black mass spinning heel kick landing flush on the jaw of Black.
Sting: Disaterpiece!!!
1
2
3!!!!!?????
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and STILL CU:LT CLASSIC CHAMPION BRANDON MOORE!!!!
Foote: There he is the first person to defend the Classic Championship and he did it against a legend in this sport. Black has been around the block, but Moore just too him right to the fucking street.
It looks like Moore is about to step back into the ring to shake Black’s hand, but instead they both exchange glares and nods of respect as the CU:LT Classic Champion makes his way to the back.
Donald put it all on Black and tears were rolling down his face. Raffalo out out hs cigar in the big ashtray beside him and motioned to his body guard in the hotel room. The guard hands Raffalo a huge sharp machete.
Raffalo: It shouldn’t take much more than a few wacks.
Another man enters the room with an iPhone.
Raffalo: I hope you don’t mind this being recorded I have another client I really need to send a message to.
Donald squirts and squirms but the big guard holds him still. Raffalo comes down with hard strike but Donald managed to jerk back and loose three of his finger tips top knuckle up.
Raffalo: For the love of God hold still. Bad move to go all in on Black kid.
Raffalo swings again catching the wrist and slicicing all the way through clean. The hand comes right off – blood spurting all over the hotel room carpet. Donald screams and Raffalo just shakes his head, turning away as Donald is removed from the room. Raffalo turns up What Happens in Vegas streaming live on Wrestlecult.com out loud to drown out the chaos he himself created.
Raffalo watches the main event in peace.
Raffalo: It shouldn’t take much more than a few wacks.
Another man enters the room with an iPhone.
Raffalo: I hope you don’t mind this being recorded I have another client I really need to send a message to.
Donald squirts and squirms but the big guard holds him still. Raffalo comes down with hard strike but Donald managed to jerk back and loose three of his finger tips top knuckle up.
Raffalo: For the love of God hold still. Bad move to go all in on Black kid.
Raffalo swings again catching the wrist and slicicing all the way through clean. The hand comes right off – blood spurting all over the hotel room carpet. Donald screams and Raffalo just shakes his head, turning away as Donald is removed from the room. Raffalo turns up What Happens in Vegas streaming live on Wrestlecult.com out loud to drown out the chaos he himself created.
Raffalo watches the main event in peace.
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.
Sting: The crowd loves the champion, look how many people are wearing her shirt – signs are everywhere. She it taking CU:LT by storm and is a complete phenomenon.
Foote: Sometimes we have to die to get the respect we deserve. I’ve seen it happen with many a wrestling legend of the past and as much I’d love to boot this weird bitch to the moon – she does have a unique persona and I’m sure it all has to get into the head of Hopkins.
Jane explores each corner, pulling herself onto the second buckle. She stares inquisitively into the crowd – her head snaps toward the entrance as Donnie Hopkins music hits.
“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: This crowd is hot as fuck for Jane Doe vs Donnie Hopkins II lets get it going.
DING! DING! DING!
Donnie and Jane walk to the middle of the ring. Jane looks up at Donnie tilting her neck. Hopkins gladly kicks the action off with a forearm to the face Jane’s head snaps back but she lunges forward right into another vicious forearm.
Foote: Quick start here by Hopkins. He now knows the amount of punishment Jane can take and he has to dish it out quick.
Hopkins hits a body slam. He knows the resilience of Jane Doe now so he drags her back up and nails a supex. Donnie drags Doe up by her hair and takes her down again it a backdrop. Jane is up again quick, but Donnie pushes her face against her top rope and rubs it hard across.
Foote: Donnie is willing to use those dirty old school tactics tonight to win with one.
Jane spears Donnie right out of the ring between the second rope. Jane grabs Donnie by the face scratching at him before throwing him into the steel steps. Donnie’s head is by the steps and Jane charges, smoking him with a running knee. Referee JJ Huffman leans down to check in Hopkins for a moment. The Sound of Death looks on raising her hand up praising Jane as the crowd cheers.
Sting: Jane now returning the favor here – Hopkins was never going to just be able to walk in here and beat the hell out of the champion. It’s going to be a war for the top prize in CU:LT.
Donnie up to his feet now, he scoops Jane up once more and slams her on the steel rampway with a powerslam. He then tosses Jane with a release German suplex getting her closer to the hearse. Hopkins hits a belly to belly suplex next sending Jane flying further up the ramp. She crashes awardkly on the steel as Donnie slowly approaches. The Sound of Death watches on but keeps her distance.
Foote: Donnie clearly has the strength advantage here and he is using it well. I know Doe is tough as fuck, but she has to be feeling those suplexes on the rampway.
The crowd is rallying behind the champion. Donnie kicks her right in the head and the crowd boos. He smirks at the Vegas crowd picking up Jane and hoisting her into a stalling suplex before dropping her back down once again onto the steel ramp.
Sting: Donnie is in full control almost toying with Jane at this point.
Hopkins now has Jane up in a gorilla press… he walks over to the rail and drops her down, her face and neck coming down hard on top of the metal barricade.
Foote: Donnie is putting on a clinic on how to destroy someone.
Donnie places Jane’s head between his legs and drives her skull down to the steel once again with a gotch style piledriver.
Sting: END OF THE ROAD! This is insane I don’t think anyone expected to New World Champion to be slaughtered like this. The Death Rattler is just sitting her stunned the undead champion is getting beaten by Hopkins.
Hopkins looks back at his downed opponent who is now starting to stir once again. Donnie hops in the driver seat, starts the herse – pops the rig in reverse and nails Jane Doe tossing her body backward down the ramp.
Sting: HOPKINS JUST HIT JANE WITH A FUCKING CAR!!!
Fotoe: I know it seems insane, but this man will do whatever it takes to regain the championship and that’s the kind of representation we need at the top of this company.
“Holy Fuck” chants ring out from the crowd as ref Huffman can’t even believe what he just saw. Hopkins smirks getting out of the car and walks over to Jane’s more lifeless than usual body to make the cover. Huffman counts as The Sound of Death looks on trying to will Jane to kick out.
1
2
3!!!!
Sting: Donnie has got the pinfall now all he has to do is toss the New World Champion in the back of the hearse and drive to the graveyard outside the arena.
Jane isn’t moving as Donnie picks her up – hoisting the dead weight onto his shoulders walking toward the back of the hearse. Donnie drops Jane by the back of the car. He flips the back door to the side and opens it – he opens the casket – grabs a handful of Jane’s hair and drags her to her feet.
Foote: Donnie is a master of violence. Jane got lucky in their first encounter and he wants to end this one as early as possible.
Donnie tosses Jane up in the door slot and slams the backdoor of the hearse – but Jane slides back gets her feet up and kicks the door back with both feet into the face of Ol’ Danger Donnie pushing him back. The hot Vegas crowd loses it as the New World Champion preps for a come back.
Foote: Still some life in Jane here, the bitch is still warm Donnie watch out.
Jane hits Donnie with a spear taking him down and starts laying punches into his face, tearing at it with her nails – she stand up opening her mouth as if she is screaming into the crowd – but no sound comes out. Jane climbs to the top of her hearse. As Donnie stands up she flies off it with a suicide dive taking him down once more – the velocity of the leap sending Jane herself a few feet down the ramp past her target. The Sound of Death locks eyes with Jane – Doe stares for a moment before snapping her head toward Hopkins.
Foote: For Christ sake Donnie you could have ended this weirdo’s career right there and you dropped the ball again. C’mon.
Jane hits some headbutts on Donnie then pulls his head down into the ramp with a DDT. Jane stomps away at Donnie all over his body, limbs, his head pinging off the steel ramp. Jane then picks Donnie up and hits a tight pull piledriver.
Sting: Jane is really flipping the script here. You can never count her out, hell you can’t even rely on checking her pulse – you are never safe from the darkness.
Jane now has Hopkins by the backdoor, she takes it and smashes the back end into Donnie’s skull three times – on the fourth shot the edge of the door catches Donnie in the centre of the forehead busting him wide open. He staggers backwards trying to wipe the blood off his yes and doesn’t see Jane flying off the top of the hearse once again with a twisting cross body. She lands perfect in a cover and JJ Huffman starts the count.
1
2
3???!!!!!
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Too much experience – too much of a veteran. Even with blood in his eyes and getting caught off guard it’s not going to be easy to keep Hopkins down.
The Death Rattler looks at Jane appearing to tell her something silently with her eyes amongst an arena of thousands of screaming fans. Jane waits for Donnie to get up, when he does she leaps and drags him down on top of her knees – hitting her own back flat against the ramp.
Sting: Cenotaph! Jane sacrificed her own body to hit her finisher. And what’s this now she is on top of the hearse looking at The Death Rattler and I have an idea of what she is subliminally telling Jane to do.
Jane comes off the top of the hearse and drives two feet down into the chest of Donnie Hopkins. His body convulses and then goes still for a moment as Jane makes the cover. JJ Huffman counts.
Foote: The Unmarked Grave! That move was a bit part of putting Donnie away at Jonestown Reunion.
1
2
3!!!!
Sting: Jane finds a way to even the score here – now it is anyone’s game. All Doe has to do is get Hopkins body into that casket in the back of the hearse and drive it out of the arena.
Jane looks around the area at the cheering crowd then locks eyes with the Sound of Death once again – being reminded to keep focus. Jane battles Donnie up the ramp punching him toward the back of the hearse. She flings the door open and tosses Donnie inside. She opens the casket – but Hopkins has had too much time to recover. He boots Jane in the face and they both exit the back of the hearse. The pair battle all along the hearse for minutes on end striking one another with everything they have. Donnie taking time to wipe blood out if his eyes gets him in trouble as Jane hits a drop toe hold slamming Hopkins’ face on the hood of the car. Jane positions Hopkins in the corner of a side mirror and the drivers’ side window. Jane comes with a splash – but Donnie dodges. Jane hits her face off the mirror snapping it off. Donne then takes Doe and slams her face right through the glass of the driver side window.
Sting: Jane is surely cut open now…
Foote: Well Donnie is going to make sure.
Hopkins picks up a chunk of glass, he stands over Jane pulling her head back by her hair. He looks right at The Sound of Death as he drives the glass into the forehead of Jane slicing slowly – a crimson mask forms on her face quickly as a majority of the crowd boos.
Sting: Truthfully Donnie is a sick man, he will do whatever he can to get back to that top title. He wants to prove his win wasn’t a fluke. He wants Casanova to know he is the face of this company.
Foote: What better way to do that then peeling the face off the current New World Champion.
Donnie laughs as he locks in an arm trap crossface masking the blood smear all down Jane’s face as red flows down his own face. Hopkins refuses to wipe away his own blood as he pulls and pulls on Jane’s wrenching is backwards – bending her back. Donnie screams at The Death Rattler who looks on with concern. He lets go of the hold and gets in the face of Jane’s manager pushing her back…
Sting: I am not sure that’s a great idea.
As Donnie is screaming at The Sound of Death – Jane sits up and the crowd pops. Jane hits a snap dragon suplex. Donnie rolls and his face is just under the car – Jane grans his legs and slingshots the former champion up into the undercarriage of the car.
Foote: Oh, I wanna say that’s innovating from Jane – but I think this animal just works on instinct.
Donnie is up again and Jane and him battle up the front of the hearse to the roof. Donnie hits forearms, but Jane keeps coming back with random strikes of her own. Donnie wraps his hand around the neck of Jane for a chokeslam, she reverses pulling him down on to her knees once again for a second cenotaph.
Stng: Another finisher by Jane.
Jane picks Donnie up for a tight pull piledriver once more, but instead of planting him on the roof she leaps off smalling his skull down onto the steel ramp.
Foote: Holy fuck a leaping piledriver off the top of the car. Jane sacrificing that body once more.
Jane is to her feet quick, she looks at Donnie and snaps her jaw seemingly back into place. She places his head in the jamb of the rear driver side door and slams it into the head of Donnie over and and over and over and over the crowd cheering with the first blows – cringing by the 10th.
Sting: She might kill Hopkins right here.
Foote: She might have to if she wants to win.
Jane gets the 248 pound body of Donnie up somehow and rolls him into the back of the hearse and into the casket lifting the lid. and closing it. Jane looks to the The Sound of Death who hops in the driver seat. Jane takes the passenger side as the car starts rolling up the rampway and out of the area.
Sting: The Sound of Death with the assist here and all she has to do is get to the the grave yard.
The feed comes up on the big screen of Jane and the Sound of Death rolling down the vegas strip, neon light shining off the dented bloody hearse as they roll into a graveyard not far from the arena.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and STILL New World Champion Jane Doe.
The Sound of Death screams as Donnie Hopkins lunges from the back of the hearse grabbing her by the neck. A groggy blood Jane reached out with a hand to try and grab the wrist of a blood crazed Danger Donnie – it’s too late the car fears to the side of graveyard and clips a couple tombstones before coming to a halt.
Sting: What the hell is happening – Jane has already won the match. These two are taking their feud too far.
Foote: You can’t really blame Donnie wanting to take her out. He was the top dog on show one in this company and now he has two losses under his belt and truth be told I don’t think a single member of the roster is capable of beating him besides Jane Doe.
Donnie pulls The Sound of Death from the car and sends her into a gravestone. He pulls Jane out of the hearse and lays strike after strike.
Sting: This is beyond a wrestling match they have broken past the area which they were supposed to drive to.
The New World Champion battles back with strikes to Donnie’s gut, but he beats her on top of the head – across the back with an axe handle. Donnie kicks a tombstone, snapping it off. It lays flat on the grass and he drives Jane’s already bloody skull down into it with a DDT.
Foote: We might see someone get killed here…
Sting: I like to think that’s impossible for Jane – but Donnie is willing to prove us all wrong here. He is taking out some kind of strange frustration on Doe.
Donnie picks Jane up and then pile drives her onto the slab. As Jane twitches he picks the slab up and slams it down on her.
Sting: This is just sickening.
Donnie picks Jane up on his shoulders and puts her in the back of the hearse. He gets in the drivers seat and starts that fucker up driving towad Lake Las Vegas.
Foote: We have dash cam footage sticking with this and Hopkins is headed toward Lake Vegas. We have a camera team in hot pursuit and it’s my understanding someone within the arena has called the damn pigs.
Hopkins stops along a bank near the lake, he leaves the car in drive taking a foot off the brake and stepping out. The hearse picks up momentum heading toward the lake and splashes into the water – Jane still trapped inside. Some of the people back in the arena are screaming.
Sting: What did we just witness? Donnie Hopkins just drowned our New World Champion.
The camera crew has caught up. The team is getting a drone in the air. Donnie Hopkins lights a cigar as the camera zooms in on him. He smirks and walks toward the camera – he struts past the staff and into the night. Sirens fill the silence off in the distance.
Foote: There is no sign of Jane in the water – no one has seen her come up.
The drone high in the sky picks up a silhouette in the water – a woman – Jane floating on her back calmly. The New World Championship resting on her waist. The crowd in the arena pops.
Sting: SHE’S ALIVE!!!
The faint sound of a whistle can be heard. On the shoreline The Sound of Death rings out her call… Jane Doe drifts toward the melody through Lake Vegas… the lights of first responders reflecting off the still waters like the neon lights of the Vegas strip.
The scene fades to black.
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.
Sting: The crowd loves the champion, look how many people are wearing her shirt – signs are everywhere. She it taking CU:LT by storm and is a complete phenomenon.
Foote: Sometimes we have to die to get the respect we deserve. I’ve seen it happen with many a wrestling legend of the past and as much I’d love to boot this weird bitch to the moon – she does have a unique persona and I’m sure it all has to get into the head of Hopkins.
Jane explores each corner, pulling herself onto the second buckle. She stares inquisitively into the crowd – her head snaps toward the entrance as Donnie Hopkins music hits.
“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: This crowd is hot as fuck for Jane Doe vs Donnie Hopkins II lets get it going.
DING! DING! DING!
Donnie and Jane walk to the middle of the ring. Jane looks up at Donnie tilting her neck. Hopkins gladly kicks the action off with a forearm to the face Jane’s head snaps back but she lunges forward right into another vicious forearm.
Foote: Quick start here by Hopkins. He now knows the amount of punishment Jane can take and he has to dish it out quick.
Hopkins hits a body slam. He knows the resilience of Jane Doe now so he drags her back up and nails a supex. Donnie drags Doe up by her hair and takes her down again it a backdrop. Jane is up again quick, but Donnie pushes her face against her top rope and rubs it hard across.
Foote: Donnie is willing to use those dirty old school tactics tonight to win with one.
Jane spears Donnie right out of the ring between the second rope. Jane grabs Donnie by the face scratching at him before throwing him into the steel steps. Donnie’s head is by the steps and Jane charges, smoking him with a running knee. Referee JJ Huffman leans down to check in Hopkins for a moment. The Sound of Death looks on raising her hand up praising Jane as the crowd cheers.
Sting: Jane now returning the favor here – Hopkins was never going to just be able to walk in here and beat the hell out of the champion. It’s going to be a war for the top prize in CU:LT.
Donnie up to his feet now, he scoops Jane up once more and slams her on the steel rampway with a powerslam. He then tosses Jane with a release German suplex getting her closer to the hearse. Hopkins hits a belly to belly suplex next sending Jane flying further up the ramp. She crashes awardkly on the steel as Donnie slowly approaches. The Sound of Death watches on but keeps her distance.
Foote: Donnie clearly has the strength advantage here and he is using it well. I know Doe is tough as fuck, but she has to be feeling those suplexes on the rampway.
The crowd is rallying behind the champion. Donnie kicks her right in the head and the crowd boos. He smirks at the Vegas crowd picking up Jane and hoisting her into a stalling suplex before dropping her back down once again onto the steel ramp.
Sting: Donnie is in full control almost toying with Jane at this point.
Hopkins now has Jane up in a gorilla press… he walks over to the rail and drops her down, her face and neck coming down hard on top of the metal barricade.
Foote: Donnie is putting on a clinic on how to destroy someone.
Donnie places Jane’s head between his legs and drives her skull down to the steel once again with a gotch style piledriver.
Sting: END OF THE ROAD! This is insane I don’t think anyone expected to New World Champion to be slaughtered like this. The Death Rattler is just sitting her stunned the undead champion is getting beaten by Hopkins.
Hopkins looks back at his downed opponent who is now starting to stir once again. Donnie hops in the driver seat, starts the herse – pops the rig in reverse and nails Jane Doe tossing her body backward down the ramp.
Sting: HOPKINS JUST HIT JANE WITH A FUCKING CAR!!!
Fotoe: I know it seems insane, but this man will do whatever it takes to regain the championship and that’s the kind of representation we need at the top of this company.
“Holy Fuck” chants ring out from the crowd as ref Huffman can’t even believe what he just saw. Hopkins smirks getting out of the car and walks over to Jane’s more lifeless than usual body to make the cover. Huffman counts as The Sound of Death looks on trying to will Jane to kick out.
1
2
3!!!!
Sting: Donnie has got the pinfall now all he has to do is toss the New World Champion in the back of the hearse and drive to the graveyard outside the arena.
Jane isn’t moving as Donnie picks her up – hoisting the dead weight onto his shoulders walking toward the back of the hearse. Donnie drops Jane by the back of the car. He flips the back door to the side and opens it – he opens the casket – grabs a handful of Jane’s hair and drags her to her feet.
Foote: Donnie is a master of violence. Jane got lucky in their first encounter and he wants to end this one as early as possible.
Donnie tosses Jane up in the door slot and slams the backdoor of the hearse – but Jane slides back gets her feet up and kicks the door back with both feet into the face of Ol’ Danger Donnie pushing him back. The hot Vegas crowd loses it as the New World Champion preps for a come back.
Foote: Still some life in Jane here, the bitch is still warm Donnie watch out.
Jane hits Donnie with a spear taking him down and starts laying punches into his face, tearing at it with her nails – she stand up opening her mouth as if she is screaming into the crowd – but no sound comes out. Jane climbs to the top of her hearse. As Donnie stands up she flies off it with a suicide dive taking him down once more – the velocity of the leap sending Jane herself a few feet down the ramp past her target. The Sound of Death locks eyes with Jane – Doe stares for a moment before snapping her head toward Hopkins.
Foote: For Christ sake Donnie you could have ended this weirdo’s career right there and you dropped the ball again. C’mon.
Jane hits some headbutts on Donnie then pulls his head down into the ramp with a DDT. Jane stomps away at Donnie all over his body, limbs, his head pinging off the steel ramp. Jane then picks Donnie up and hits a tight pull piledriver.
Sting: Jane is really flipping the script here. You can never count her out, hell you can’t even rely on checking her pulse – you are never safe from the darkness.
Jane now has Hopkins by the backdoor, she takes it and smashes the back end into Donnie’s skull three times – on the fourth shot the edge of the door catches Donnie in the centre of the forehead busting him wide open. He staggers backwards trying to wipe the blood off his yes and doesn’t see Jane flying off the top of the hearse once again with a twisting cross body. She lands perfect in a cover and JJ Huffman starts the count.
1
2
3???!!!!!
KICKOUT!!!!
Foote: Too much experience – too much of a veteran. Even with blood in his eyes and getting caught off guard it’s not going to be easy to keep Hopkins down.
The Death Rattler looks at Jane appearing to tell her something silently with her eyes amongst an arena of thousands of screaming fans. Jane waits for Donnie to get up, when he does she leaps and drags him down on top of her knees – hitting her own back flat against the ramp.
Sting: Cenotaph! Jane sacrificed her own body to hit her finisher. And what’s this now she is on top of the hearse looking at The Death Rattler and I have an idea of what she is subliminally telling Jane to do.
Jane comes off the top of the hearse and drives two feet down into the chest of Donnie Hopkins. His body convulses and then goes still for a moment as Jane makes the cover. JJ Huffman counts.
Foote: The Unmarked Grave! That move was a bit part of putting Donnie away at Jonestown Reunion.
1
2
3!!!!
Sting: Jane finds a way to even the score here – now it is anyone’s game. All Doe has to do is get Hopkins body into that casket in the back of the hearse and drive it out of the arena.
Jane looks around the area at the cheering crowd then locks eyes with the Sound of Death once again – being reminded to keep focus. Jane battles Donnie up the ramp punching him toward the back of the hearse. She flings the door open and tosses Donnie inside. She opens the casket – but Hopkins has had too much time to recover. He boots Jane in the face and they both exit the back of the hearse. The pair battle all along the hearse for minutes on end striking one another with everything they have. Donnie taking time to wipe blood out if his eyes gets him in trouble as Jane hits a drop toe hold slamming Hopkins’ face on the hood of the car. Jane positions Hopkins in the corner of a side mirror and the drivers’ side window. Jane comes with a splash – but Donnie dodges. Jane hits her face off the mirror snapping it off. Donne then takes Doe and slams her face right through the glass of the driver side window.
Sting: Jane is surely cut open now…
Foote: Well Donnie is going to make sure.
Hopkins picks up a chunk of glass, he stands over Jane pulling her head back by her hair. He looks right at The Sound of Death as he drives the glass into the forehead of Jane slicing slowly – a crimson mask forms on her face quickly as a majority of the crowd boos.
Sting: Truthfully Donnie is a sick man, he will do whatever he can to get back to that top title. He wants to prove his win wasn’t a fluke. He wants Casanova to know he is the face of this company.
Foote: What better way to do that then peeling the face off the current New World Champion.
Donnie laughs as he locks in an arm trap crossface masking the blood smear all down Jane’s face as red flows down his own face. Hopkins refuses to wipe away his own blood as he pulls and pulls on Jane’s wrenching is backwards – bending her back. Donnie screams at The Death Rattler who looks on with concern. He lets go of the hold and gets in the face of Jane’s manager pushing her back…
Sting: I am not sure that’s a great idea.
As Donnie is screaming at The Sound of Death – Jane sits up and the crowd pops. Jane hits a snap dragon suplex. Donnie rolls and his face is just under the car – Jane grans his legs and slingshots the former champion up into the undercarriage of the car.
Foote: Oh, I wanna say that’s innovating from Jane – but I think this animal just works on instinct.
Donnie is up again and Jane and him battle up the front of the hearse to the roof. Donnie hits forearms, but Jane keeps coming back with random strikes of her own. Donnie wraps his hand around the neck of Jane for a chokeslam, she reverses pulling him down on to her knees once again for a second cenotaph.
Stng: Another finisher by Jane.
Jane picks Donnie up for a tight pull piledriver once more, but instead of planting him on the roof she leaps off smalling his skull down onto the steel ramp.
Foote: Holy fuck a leaping piledriver off the top of the car. Jane sacrificing that body once more.
Jane is to her feet quick, she looks at Donnie and snaps her jaw seemingly back into place. She places his head in the jamb of the rear driver side door and slams it into the head of Donnie over and and over and over and over the crowd cheering with the first blows – cringing by the 10th.
Sting: She might kill Hopkins right here.
Foote: She might have to if she wants to win.
Jane gets the 248 pound body of Donnie up somehow and rolls him into the back of the hearse and into the casket lifting the lid. and closing it. Jane looks to the The Sound of Death who hops in the driver seat. Jane takes the passenger side as the car starts rolling up the rampway and out of the area.
Sting: The Sound of Death with the assist here and all she has to do is get to the the grave yard.
The feed comes up on the big screen of Jane and the Sound of Death rolling down the vegas strip, neon light shining off the dented bloody hearse as they roll into a graveyard not far from the arena.
DING! DING! DING!
Anderson: The winner of this match and STILL New World Champion Jane Doe.
The Sound of Death screams as Donnie Hopkins lunges from the back of the hearse grabbing her by the neck. A groggy blood Jane reached out with a hand to try and grab the wrist of a blood crazed Danger Donnie – it’s too late the car fears to the side of graveyard and clips a couple tombstones before coming to a halt.
Sting: What the hell is happening – Jane has already won the match. These two are taking their feud too far.
Foote: You can’t really blame Donnie wanting to take her out. He was the top dog on show one in this company and now he has two losses under his belt and truth be told I don’t think a single member of the roster is capable of beating him besides Jane Doe.
Donnie pulls The Sound of Death from the car and sends her into a gravestone. He pulls Jane out of the hearse and lays strike after strike.
Sting: This is beyond a wrestling match they have broken past the area which they were supposed to drive to.
The New World Champion battles back with strikes to Donnie’s gut, but he beats her on top of the head – across the back with an axe handle. Donnie kicks a tombstone, snapping it off. It lays flat on the grass and he drives Jane’s already bloody skull down into it with a DDT.
Foote: We might see someone get killed here…
Sting: I like to think that’s impossible for Jane – but Donnie is willing to prove us all wrong here. He is taking out some kind of strange frustration on Doe.
Donnie picks Jane up and then pile drives her onto the slab. As Jane twitches he picks the slab up and slams it down on her.
Sting: This is just sickening.
Donnie picks Jane up on his shoulders and puts her in the back of the hearse. He gets in the drivers seat and starts that fucker up driving towad Lake Las Vegas.
Foote: We have dash cam footage sticking with this and Hopkins is headed toward Lake Vegas. We have a camera team in hot pursuit and it’s my understanding someone within the arena has called the damn pigs.
Hopkins stops along a bank near the lake, he leaves the car in drive taking a foot off the brake and stepping out. The hearse picks up momentum heading toward the lake and splashes into the water – Jane still trapped inside. Some of the people back in the arena are screaming.
Sting: What did we just witness? Donnie Hopkins just drowned our New World Champion.
The camera crew has caught up. The team is getting a drone in the air. Donnie Hopkins lights a cigar as the camera zooms in on him. He smirks and walks toward the camera – he struts past the staff and into the night. Sirens fill the silence off in the distance.
Foote: There is no sign of Jane in the water – no one has seen her come up.
The drone high in the sky picks up a silhouette in the water – a woman – Jane floating on her back calmly. The New World Championship resting on her waist. The crowd in the arena pops.
Sting: SHE’S ALIVE!!!
The faint sound of a whistle can be heard. On the shoreline The Sound of Death rings out her call… Jane Doe drifts toward the melody through Lake Vegas… the lights of first responders reflecting off the still waters like the neon lights of the Vegas strip.
The scene fades to black.
Mind blowing wrestling for the whole fuckin' family. TM
